Hello. Raptor2216 here.
I've come out with yet another fanfiction, and my second Harry Potter one. This is one I'll just be doing for fun whenever I have the time.
Now, for those of you who haven't heard me admit it in other stories, I'm a bit of a military nerd. And, just a little while ago, I found an interesting fanfiction called Shock and Awe. The story was about Harry Potter being killed by Voldemort during his takeover in Deathly Hallows, and the Muggle Prime Minister calling in NATO to help retake Britain from Voldemort. It hasn't been updated in years, but I thought it was really interesting. So, I thought I would write a similar story.
This story features Voldemort having presumably killed Harry in the Battle of Hogwarts. In this story, Nagini and the diadem are the only two Horcruxes still intact. With resistance to Voldemort among the Wizarding World in Britain virtually non-existent, the Prime Minister, now in hiding, calls in help.
Also, to the author of the story from which I drew inspiration from this story, Srelex, I hope you do not mind me using your idea. I will try to keep this as different as I can from your story. I will admit, I've thought about this sort of idea for years, but never really did anything about it. It was your story that really encouraged to write this. I give you the credit for originally writing up this concept, and will try to keep my story as original as possible.
That's enough for now. Let's get going.
Chapter 1- The War Is Over.. Or is it?
On the grounds of Hogwarts castle, Lord Voldemort breathed in the air and let a smirk cross his face. It had been three weeks since he had defeated Harry Potter and ended all resistance to his rule.
Following his victory at the Battle of Hogwarts, the Order of the Phoenix and Potter's friends had disappeared into hiding. His Death Eaters had been hunting them for two weeks now. They had not yet found anyone, but Voldemort was patient. They could not hide forever.
Since his victory, he had come out in open subjugation of Muggles. The Muggles now knew of the Wizarding World, and were now ruled by wizards. Many Muggles had slaughtered as a show of force, and were now slaves to his regime.
The Muggle military had tried to put up a fight against him, but had failed. When it became clear their defeat was inevitable, a portion of the Muggle military had fled the country. Many more had gone into hiding. But much of the rest had been put under the Imperius Curse, and were now yet another part of his army.
School at Hogwarts had resumed, but all the teachers were Death Eaters. The previous teachers at Hogwarts had also gone into hiding after the battle, and had to be replaced.
As he looked up at the sky, Voldemort relished in his victory. Britain was now his. He could now proceed with his plans to expand his reign to North America.
Several hundred miles to the south, in a special underground hideout, the Muggle Prime Minister and the royal family sat in a small room. The Prime Minister had been placed under the Imperius Curse, only for him and the royal family to be rescued by Kingsley Shacklebolt and a witch named Minerva McGonagall shortly after. They had been hiding out in this special shelter ever since. The Prime Minister had sent out reports of what had happened to British allies, requesting assistance. Shacklebolt had sent messages to the wizarding governments of many of those countries, explaining the situation, and requesting they inform their Muggle governments about everything. So far, there had been no reply.
The Prime Minister sighed and put his head in his hands. How could things have gone so horribly wrong? How could Voldemort have defeated the one meant to kill him? And now, his beloved country was under the iron rule of Voldemort. Even a portion of his military now served the evil wizard, thanks to the Imperius Curse.
Shacklebolt put his hand on the Prime Minister's shoulder. "It's okay Prime Minister. This is not your fault at all. You weren't prepared for this. And don't forget, not all hope is lost. You have contacted your allies." "Yet, they have not responded," said the Prime Minister, "It is hopeless. Britain is lost."
Suddenly, a radio in the center of the room began to crackle. A staticy voice called through it, "Calling the Prime Minister. Come in, Prime Minister."
The Prime Minister was instantly at the radio. He tuned it so the connection was more clear, then called into it, "This is the Prime Minister. Who is this?"
"It is Admiral White," came the response. The Prime Minister felt a glimmer of hope. Admiral White was the commander in chief of the Royal Navy. He had been able to escape with a small force of ships when Voldemort was finishing his takeover of Britain.
"Admiral White? Is it really you?" asked the Prime Minister. "Yes, it is," replied the Admiral.
He paused for a second, then said, "Don't you worry, Prime Minister. Help is on the way."
Far to the south, near the town of Ilfracombe, Yaxley looked out to sea. He was one of the Death Eaters assigned to hunt down escaped Hogwarts teachers, members of the Order of the Phoenix, and friends of Harry Potter. His trail had taken him to Ilfracombe, where had stopped briefly to enjoy himself.
Life had been fairly easy since the death of Harry Potter and the defeat of the Order. As he looked out at ocean, he thought of going to Hogsmeade for a visit to the Three Broomsticks.
As he was looking out to sea, he suddenly saw something. Shapes on the water. He quickly realized they were ships. Lots of ships.
He pulled out a pair of Omnioculars and put them to his eyes. Dozens of ships spread out across the sea, miles out to sea, but slowly closing in. There were two lines of ships. One that was slowly approaching the coast mostly contained what looked like transport ships. The rest of the ships in that line, and all of the ones further out to sea were much different, and it quickly became clear what they were. Muggle warships.
Yaxley was shocked. He though the Muggle Navy had either been disabled or placed under the Dark Lord's control. Only a few ships had been able to escape. Definitely not enough to form a fleet this big.
Then, he noticed something through his Omnioculars. Most of these ships looked much different than the ones in the Muggle Navy. There were several that were absolutely massive with flat decks. On those flat decks were parked a number of those Muggle flying contraptions. Airplanes, Yaxley remembered they were called. One of the biggest he saw had a large number 68 painted right at the front of its flat deck.
Then, he saw something else. The big ship with the 68 was flying an American flag. Looking among the other ships, he saw most of them were also flying American flags, though he also spotted the flags of Canada, Spain, Portugal, and Germany.
As he was reeling from this, he saw smaller boats peeling away from the first line of ships. These boats were packed with equipment, a Muggle vehicle, and a number of armed Muggles. The boats moved ahead of the first line before stopping to bob in the waves.
As he watched these boats, he saw a flash of light. Looking back to the second line of ships, he saw a cloud of smoke and flame appear on the front of one of the ships next to the big one with the 68. Then, he saw a trail of smoke rise out of that cloud. At its head was a thin, long object, spewing flames out of one end. He recognized what it was. A missile, the Muggles called it.
Looking across the line of ships, he saw more of these missiles launching. At the same time, he saw airplanes taking off from the really big ships.
As more airplanes launched, he heard small booms. Looking at the first line of ships, he saw the warships mixed in among the cargo ships begin to fire their guns. Some of them launched missiles of their own.
Yaxley looked on in shock. Then, he noticed the first missile to be launched was coming almost straight at him. As it flew over his head, he saw through his Omnioculars, which he briefly put in slow motion, writing on the nose of the missile.
EAT THIS, SNAKE-FACE!
The missile flew past Yaxley and dove down onto a Muggle bunker behind him, placed to defend the area. A huge fireball engulfed the position, the first of many to hit England as the forces of Lord Voldemort found themselves plunged into a new war against an enemy they had never anticipated.
I'll end there.
I hope this chapter wasn't too bad. I wanted to show the start of the war against NATO from the magical perspective. Most of the remaining chapters will be from the point of view of NATO forces. Also, the big ship with the 68 on its bow is the USS Nimitz. Also, this story, unlike Shock and Awe, takes place in 1998.
I don't know when I'll update next. So, until then, review, and have a good summer.
Raptor2216 out.
