You may have read my story, Teens of the dead. This story is a follow up in a alternate universe. The zombie outbreaks were contained in the east coast of America. The survivors of the outbreaks were forgotten, which led to many becoming criminals. Our characters have become mercenaries due to the fact that the outbreaks messed with them.

Chapter 1

Narrator

" You'll need help! You can't fight this war alone." Lupin half yelled.

" You leave your son! He needs you. What if he has no memories of you. Do you want him to be forced with that? A son who never had a father!" Harry yelled.

Lupin paled. That was what worse than what Harry had. Harry at least had some memories of his parents. If his son had nothing but words Tonks told him.

" I'm leaving." Lupin choked out.

"Do you think that Lupin was right?" Ron asked.

" No. We don't need him." Harry said.

" He was right when he said we need help." Hermione said.

" We can't contact the order because they are either tracked or on the run. The DA aren't ready for this. Who can we get for help?" Harry said. He never liked having people fight for him.

"We hire muggle mercenaries. Before you ask, there is a potion which allows muggles to see magic." Hermione said with confidence.

" Do you even know how to contact them? How to pay them? What if they simply kill us and take our wands?" Harry reasoned.

"My father is head of a crime organization. He would have contact information." Hermione said. Dad's gonna kill me for telling him that.

" Your parents are dentists. Not mob bosses!" Harry half yelled.

How Hermione managed to convince Harry and Ron to come with her to her house is difficult to say. The easy part was contacting the mercenaries from a book. Hermione called them on the phone and agreed to meet at their house.

" So, who do you want dead?" Keith asked. He was toying around with a rifle nearly as tall as he is. He is the sniper of the team. He was about four feet tall and eight inches. His blonde hair was short and slightly messy.

" It's a bit more complicated than that." Hermione said. There were twelve seventeen year olds sitting on various pieces of furniture.

"What's complicated. You give us some information on who you want dead and we pull off a hit on them. You casually deposit a large amount of money into a foreign bank account and you never see us again." Jake explained. He was the brains of the group. He'd look up maps, information, hack, ect. He was about average height with blonde hair. His IQ however, was anything except average.

"We need you all to help fight a war." Ron blurted out.

" Who are we fighting?" Dakota asked. He was a slow, higher caliber weapons guy. He would often look at battle plans and figure out what was wrong at his. He was half white, half Asian, with a curly black fro.

" Magic. We're are fighting magical terrorists to protects thousands of magical people." Harry said. How to explain magic?

Hermione quickly turned the coffee table into a dog.

BANG BANG BANG

Several guns were fired at that dog out of shock from it changing.

" What the bloody hell? What was that for!" Ron yelled.

" You surprised us. Magic is a bit of a weird thing." Ana said. She was a breacher. She dual wielded most weapons. Her brain was able to keep track of both guns easier.

"The fact it managed to transform, bleed, and die, means this magic shit is real." Shawn said. He was a EXTREMELY tall blonde haired guy. He was their look over tall things/vehicle specialist.

"Not living with magic is weird. What kinds of wands are those?" Ron asked, ignorantly.

" They're guns, Ronald." Hermione stated.

" What kinds of spells can they cast?" Ron said.

"They fucking fire bullets, you dumbass!" Dan yelled. He was the solider of the group. He was the strongest of the group. He was holding a (hopefully empty) mobile mini-gun. He had a Juggernaut suit in an outpost.

" What are bullies?" Ron asked.

"You put them into guns and shoot them." Alex said. He was a bit more of a solider compared to Dan. He had an AK-47 on his back as he talked. He was fairly tall.

" Sound dumb. I bet they don't do anything good." Ron said.

" You really shouldn't think like that." Dylan said from behind him. He had been out of sight for the entire conversation. Like Keith, Dylan fit the role of assassin. His methods were different than Keith's. Keith would kill the person with his sniper rifle while Dylan had a bit more medieval method. He would stealthy kill his enemies. He was extremely stealthy. He would have daggers, throwing knives, throwing stars, blow darts, crossbows. Anything. The most advanced weapon he would use would be his nitroglycerin tipped crossbow bolts.

Dillan shot his shotgun at a door. The door was peppered with holes and forced open.

Dillan was their fast guy. He had a shotgun and a machine pistol. He was fast as hell and could get across a battlefield without getting shot. He fact his name was nearly the same as Dylan's was weird.

"Bullets are very difficult to remove. They are extremely dangerous." Anika said. She was the medic of the team. She had extremely long blonde hair.

" There always are explosions. They break a lot of things." Austin said. He was Chinese. He was average height. He was their demoman.

" So you want us to help fight this war against..?" Dakota asked.

"Voldemort." Harry said.

There was a crack and six death eaters appeared.

"Potter!" One yelled. His mask giving him a sinister appearance. " We need him alive.

"Boss, were outnumbered." A guy without a mask said.

The trio of wizards didn't know what to do.

"I'll take the one on the far right. Dylan, incap the one with the mask. I want him alive. Dillan, take the second on the right. Ana, take the two on the left. Alex, take the last one." Dakota ordered.

The next few seconds were madness.

"Ava-" One enemy managed to yell out.

Dakota brought his revolver to the hip and unloaded five shots into one of the guy.

Ana aimed her sub-machineguns and unloaded onto the two in the left.

"Avadakadabra!" One yelled, aiming at Dillan.

For him the spell seemed to go in slow motion. He did a forward roll and dodged the spell. He jumped up and brought a pistol to his head.

"Boom." He said calmly. He shot the gun at his temple and pulled the trigger.

Alex took his AK-47 and fired unloaded into a snatcher.

Dylan took out his butterfly knife and opened it and ran at the death eater. He put a hand onto his shoulder and jumped over him. He slashed at the wand and cut it clearly in half. He was behind him (there's nothing dirty about that sentance). His first first instinct was to impale him with his blade (note: if you are thinking of that,you are a perv). Instead, he slashed him to get him startled. He grabbed him and held him still.

The death eater was bound and ready for interrogation.

"How are you able to kill so easily?" Harry asked. The way they killed five people without a second thought made him nervous. The ability to do that seemed evil.

" It started in the undead outbreaks in the US. You know about those right?" Dylan said.

" A bit."

" In detail"

"No"

"I'll start from the beginning. Imagine everyone reverted into an animal. An animal that's only purpose is to kill you. If they bite you, then you become one of them. You have to know how to kill or else you die." Alex began.

" Then you have people. People who would do anything to survive. They'd kill you for your guns or food. You can't just stand down. You have to fight." Dillan said.

"Then the government saves our asses. That's not the end. They brush you under the carpet. You don't exist to anyone. You have no family. You just have the people you were with." Dakota said.

" We had to turn to a life of crime. We just killed so many, any more doesn't really matter. Do you understand?" Keith said.

"That-that isn't anything like the books. They said that it was a minor disease. That that area of the country was under quarantine. That it still was under quarantine and that that part of the population was like usual." Hermione said shakily.

" That's bullshit! Not everything you read in a book is true." Dan yelled.

"It sounds dumb. Those Americans must have been weak. You could just stupefy your way out." Ron said.

" I never heard about that." Harry said.

" Do you our services or not?" Dakota said. ( Note: if your thinking about hookers, you are a perv.)

"Yeah. How much?"Harry said and asked.

"Two million american dollars a year. If any of us die, then you pay one million extra. I think that's fair." Ana said.

Hermione was doing the math in her head.

"That's about 120,000 galleons." Hermione said.

" I can afford that." Harry said.

" We'll take the money at the end of today next year. I'm going to warn you, if you try to double cross us, or not pay us, we won't hesitate to hunt you down." Alex said.

"We have a prisoner to interrogate." Dakota said.

I have started this story. I know there are too many OC's. I don't care. Those Oc's are based off real people and are my friends.

I want you to guess which one is me. I shall shout out the person who gets it right.

I did actually look up the galleon to US dollar conversion rates. I did some guessing and found a good amount.

I plan on keeping a lot of the main plot. I might change the location of a horcux. I intend on doing a great deal of Ron bashing in this story.

Please review. It brings warmth to my cold, violence loving location were my heart would be.