It may be necessary to use methods other than constitutional ones
December 25, 2014
By Order of Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt,
(Most Distinguished Order of Merlin, Second Class; Member of the Dark Arts Defense League, Supreme Commander)
By virtue of the authority vested in me by the Wizengamot, wizarding folk of the United Kingdom and as Minister of Magic it is herby ordered as followed.
Section 1: Establishment of the Department of Ungentlemanly Warfare, henceforth referred to as DUW. The Office of Minister shall establish an agency acting independently and reporting only to the Office of the Minister. The DUW shall be headed jointly by its Captain then Director of Wizarding Intelligence
i. The Wizengamot may call upon the agents of DUW with a ¾ majority vote.
Section 2: Function of the DUW. The DUW shall be responsible for the training and service of its members. Its Heads are to act as principal advisers to the Minister for matters related to wizarding security.
i. Collecting intelligence by appropriate means.
ii. Evaluating intelligence and providing direction for law enforcement.
Section 3: Financing of the DUW. The Financing of the DUW is an Official State Secret. Resources are distributed at the sole discretion of Heads of the DUW.
Section 4: Research and Development. The DUW shall assimilate the Department of Mysteries to engage in research, development, and deployment of high-leverage technology for intelligence purposes. The DUW shall assimilate all active Tier 1 Ministry Hitwizards.
i. All DUW technology shall be considered proprietary to the DUW and as such the Ministry of Magic.
Section 5: Legal Status. The law does not permit impediment of active agents or members of the DUW without warrant from the Minister of Magic or the executive body of the Wizengamot.
As changing global realities have reordered the wizarding security agenda, The DUW will handle all whom threaten the security of the British Wizarding World.
Pansy Parkinson, Unspeakable, entered her apartment after had a brief Christmas dinner with her colleagues. Their world as they knew it was changing as their department was assimilated. Not everyone was happy about it, however none where displeased about the modernization and near limitless resources that they were being afforded.
Making some tea Pansy thought back to her school days. She thanked her lucky stars everyday that Potter had spoken up in her favor at her trial. Claiming that it was unfair to prosecute her for doing the sensible thing and trying to save herself and her friends. It was a rather convoluted scenario of the good of many over the good of one. Never had she thought that barmy Dumbledore's greater good he was always spouting out would work in her favor.
A few months later she ran into Potter in at a bar in muggle London. Deciding the least she could do to thank him for saving her arse was invite him to have a drink. A strange 'friendship' had developed between them. Had they been anyone else, they may have even been in a formal relationship. She told him about her childhood and essentially being raised to be Draco's trophy wife. Admittedly for a while she drank the koolaid thinking life would be marvelous as his wife. However as they grew older and she saw the cruel little man he was turning into, she rapidly grew disenchanted. Potter… boy had she been wrong about him.
He told her about how the Weasley's had distanced themselves from him; Ginny going to play for the Harpies, Ron working with the Cannons coaching staff. They never outright denounced him, but it was clear that they were more comfortable keeping him at an arms length. He still sporadically kept in touch with Hermione but they didn't see each other as often. After retrieving her parents from the great outback, they had been less than trilled by what she had done. She had taken some job with the muggle government hoping it would allow her family a chance to recover.
-Flashback 3 years back-
I watched as we sat under the muffiliato charm in the muggle bar and he told me his life story, the darkness in his expression captured my attention. I loved the music currently playing, but I hadn't been able to bring myself to ask him to dance. Maybe it was because I was afraid of rejection, as everyone usually is at one time or another in their life, or maybe it was because he was Harry Bloody Potter. The-Man-Who-Conquered, Hitwizard Extraordinaire, Most Eligible Bachelor in Wizarding England and lets not forget, Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black and the Most Exalted House of Potter. Yeah, it was perfectly reasonable to be nervous.
Every time I got out of my seat to suggest we dance, I would panic and sit back down. Thoughts of multiple "what if" situations crossed my mind: What if he thought I was ugly? Stupid? What if he thought I was hated me? He wouldn't think a cute, curvy, bright-eyed brunette woman unattractive. He wouldn't think a woman with a degree in Mastery curse breaking and healing was stupid.
Although my self-assurance would relieve my panic, it could not explain why I couldn't just go for it. When I turned, however, the Harry was staring straight into my eyes. I fought hard to keep my expression controlled as he leaned in toward my body, his cheek almost grazing mine, "Pansy, want to dance?"
I froze, but after processing his question and noting that his voice was smooth and warm, I answered back with a calm, "Yes."
His hand found it's way to my waist and gently tugged me along with him towards the crowd. Dancing with this man was thrilling. My fears were assuaged with his hands at a respectable level on my hips, guiding me with him to the music. It became easy to move with him, giving me chills, but made my whole body feel on fire.
Several songs later, we exited, not really sure what we were doing. Just when I was about to, say something he called pulled me into an alley and faced me, "Let's go somewhere."
He brushed a stray lock of hair away from my face placing it behind my ear. At that my face was set ablaze. I could feel my cheeks turning tomato red and wished that we could be back in the darkness of the pub again.
When our eyes met, he didn't look away like I believed he might. Instead, the gaze was held by a tension so intense, I simply nodded. He grabbed me gently and we were gone with a near silent pop.
As we appeared in his penthouse, I focused my attention on Potter. His body was well toned, the magic pouring nearly pouring from in as he walked with confidence.
"Why did you even talk to me?" I asked, getting his attention. Our eyes met and I was overwhelmed again, feeling that heat rush back to my cheeks. I could feel that he nodded in confirmation so I continued, "I thought after Hogwarts, especially the battle there would be no love lost between us."
That was the question I had wanted an answer to this whole night. He answered with a shrug, but continued by saying "It's been a long time…" he trailed off. I became increasingly impatient. "It's been a long time what?" I pressed, feeling as if he might not have meant to say any of what he started saying.
"It's been a long time, we've grown and matured. Plus you were a victim of circumstance, a product of your environment."
I knew I had my confused face showing at this point. I didn't understand him. I didn't understand what he meant by that statement.
It all ceased to matter when he kissed me. His lips pressed hard against mine with a passion I didn't know he had in him. Immediately I began kissing him back, finding that passion was burning inside of me just as it had been in him. At this point I noticed he was carrying me, and soon enough he had me in what I assumed was his bedroom. A big bed was placed against the wall in the center of the room and old Daily Prophet articles were strewn on the floor here and there. Like the rest of the apartment, the room was very minimalist, but I didn't care.
My hands had already pulled off his jacket and shirt and thrown them on the floor. I couldn't remember if those were the clothes I had seen on the floor or if those clothes were already there. Things escalated quickly, and before I knew it our bodies were intertwined and moving together as one.
After all of that, we cuddled and fell asleep. Several hours later I looked around his room for my pants, leaving a note with my floo address suggesting we do this again.
-Flashback end-
Potter had gone dark ten months ago, and here he was casually sitting in my living room as if nothing had happened.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"Training. Learning. Preparing for war. Captain Potter reporting for duty Ms. Parkinson."
"Why didn't you call? Send a note. I know we aren't together or anything but, ten moths! What the hell Harry?!"
"You didn't get the postcard? You should try it sometime. Get away from it all, out of Britain. It really lends perspective."
"So Captain huh, quite the up and comer."
"Kingsley made me an offer and no one else was as qualified as me. It was a possibility of being able to stop WRATH from collapsing the Ministry or the certainty that we would fall and many will die, again. I made the only decision I could and you know it.
"Why you, of all those in the Ministry?"
"Because we're under attack. And you know they need me. Had Bones and most of the senior MLE staff survived I'd probably still be apart of it. Just in a different.
"Still I guess I'll be serving under you in a new way now.
" You've been waiting a long time to say that, huh?"
"Why don't you come here and show me what you learned."
Sitting in the newly constructed Level Ten Head office of the D.U.W. Andromeda Tonks came to a stop at the ornate onyx door of the head office. On it was inscribed his title and the department motto;
Captain Harrison J. Potter.
Fiat Justitla, Ruat Coelum
Let Right be Done, Though The Heavens Should Fall
With a a quick knock she entered and handed the paper to the green eyed wizard behind the desk.
"Here, 17 years later and your still making the papers."
Her only response was a chuckle.
Daily Prophet Christmas Edition
The-Man-Who-Conquered Appointed Captain of the DUW. Andromeda Tonks Appointed Director of Wizarding Intelligence.
In light of the recent unrest that has shaken the wizarding world in the past three years, many have wondered if Minister Shacklebolt is the right mage to lead the world.
After the people had recovered from the loss of life at the destruction of Saint Mungo's hospital, many praised the Minister in his rapid action at establishing the modern Pomfrey Medical Center. The constant attacks of radical terrorist group WRATH has worn upon the patience of the witches and wizards of Britain.
Where has it's savior, former hitwizard, Harry Potter over the past two years? Once called an exemplar of British fortitude, his whereabouts have seemingly been unknown to all for the past two years. Well now we know! According to Ministry liaison The 24 year old Man-Who-Conquered has been receiving training from agencies worldwide preparing him for his role as leader of the DUW. The extensive powers granted to the DUW has many concerned, however the large majority feel that this is long overdue in light of the threat the wizarding world faces.
Yours faithfully,
Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet Special Correspondent
"Surprisingly accurate considering who wrote it. However I doubt she would dare say anything negative about you. Even after your hiatus your still easily the most popular person in the Wiarding World."
"Especially considering my new position and what I know about her illegal activities. She isn't completely bereft of a sense of self preservation."
"Are you going to be back at the Grimmauld in time for dinner? Teddy invited Victoire, should be interesting."
"Wouldn't miss it."
"So I hear your going to meet your time today. Powerful group you put together."
"For the missions we're going to go out on, they better. You going to sit in?"
"Just long enough to meet them. The logistics of this department are monstrous, free time is a thing of the past. Not yet sure how I feel about that. Either way I'll see you down there."
With that Andromeda walked out.
When Kingsley had first approached Harry about the D.U.W., his first reaction had been that the pressure of his position had finally pushed the man around the bend. It was a new world out there. The Aurors had become completely unable to deal with the new threat to the wizarding world. Unspeakables despite all the secrecy that surrounded them, where nothing more then researchers. Hit wizards never had a chance to build up a efficient strike force after Voldemort's defeat. Constantly losing members to an evolving enemy. He saw the world for what it really was, the truth was it scared the magic out of him. With Voldemort and the Death Eaters as bad as it was, by the time he was involved the enemy was well known and he knew what he was dealing with. Their enemies were no longer known to them, only their name.
The WizaRding AuThority Hegemony, better known as WRATH. These individuals were everywhere, both nobles and common wizards. They had entrenched themselves firmly into society, who to fear? The world had become for opaque and conventional warfare was no longer cutting it.
So he was shipped off and had a set of rituals known as BEAR performed upon him. Their purpose Body Enhancement And Reinforcement. They enhanced his muscles, made his bones nearly unbreakable, filled him out till he was in peak physical condition, growing his magical and pathways and enhancing his eyesight to superhuman levels. Suffice to say Harry was pissed when he found out the D.O.M. had kept these rituals to themselves. They would have helped a great deal against Voldemort.
Looking over the profiles of his new teammates, a small smile graced his face;
Max Martini, basically a younger more dangerous Mad-Eye, slightly less paranoid yet a fair bit more aggressive to towards his enemies. He is brute force, a true tactical team operator. He is in top physical condition and possess excellent tactical, physical, and wand skills. With the special bonus of being an expertly trained medic.
Sebastian Foucan was next, a duelist/breacher. He had a reputation of defeating multiple enemies in one fight. He excelled in his ability to use all tools effectively, from wands, swords to when necessary the explosive option. Foucan was capable of fighting in many methods; weaponry and martial arts, of all things. Extremely uncommon amongst wizards, a talented wizard at twenty eight years old.
Eva Green, last and definitely not least. Twenty-nine and bloody gorgeous, with more than enough brain to back up that beauty. Did a brief stint as an Unspeakable, knowledgeable of in loads of spells of all different types, well versed in interrogation. She isn't a fighter, specializing in discreet assassination, stealth operations, interrogation, infiltration.
They would do, now to go convince them he could lead them.
"Sir, my expectancies are high. to be honest. Your well known, and your deeds even more so Whether or not you are what everyone says you are, we'll see sooner rather than later. I am willing to reserve judgement till we've seen you in action" Max said, returning to his seat in the meeting room.
Harry nodded from the head of the table. Then diverted his attention to Sebastian.
"Well, to be honest, my only thought of you is a you biting off more than he can chew. You've somehow got the Minister believing you are an remarkable operative of the Ministry. I can work with you, just don't piss me off, you're a barely above average wizard trying to play in the big leagues!" said Sebastian, with a little more aggression than he had intended to give off.
Harry had a grin playing on his face as he heard Foucan talk. Eva stood quietly, examining her new Captain. Gauging him, trying to figure out exactly how he would respond at what his power level was. She needed him to perform any piece of magic to get a good read on him.
"Tell me, can you fight with magic wand-less?" asked Harry curiously.
"No one can. You may be able to fire of a spell or two, but it's draining and slow. Not to mention the gift is extremely rare."
"That is true for most wizards, however I've found that if I focus I can use my magic in a manner somewhat like telekinesis."
As Harry explained Sebastian felt the magic pour of Harry gripping him firmly y the throat, as it slowly began to constrict and his face turned purple from the pressure. Sebastian seriously regretted his statement as he found himself dangling six feet in the air.
This is what Eva had been waiting for, feeling the Captain's magic pulse through the air sent shivers down her spine. Her insides wriggled with the pulsation of the magical energy, with one quick look at Max she could tell he felt it too.
Harry released his grip, after a few moments figuring it was enough as the veins began to protrude from Sebastian's neck. Sebastian lay on the floor, clutching at his throat and gasping for breath, completely winded.
A few moments later Sebastian slowly climbed to his feet, his colour slowly returning to his face. Eva's thoughts on Harry were answered … his power truly was potent.
"I rescind all previous misgivings about your power," said Sebastian.
Harry turned to Eva, who looked back in slight awe. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, then she remembered why he was looking at her.
"Based of that performance and what I have heard, I think it is safe to say that I can trust you are qualified to lead this department. Our missions will give the answer as to whether you are the right person to lead this team. Until proved incapable, I am under your command," said Eva, giving a quick glance to Sebastian's dishevelled appearance.
"Then Lady and gentleman, welcome to the alpha squad of the Reconnaissance, Assault, Infiltration and Dissuasion unit. Or as we like to call it, RAID. Starting next week we move against WRATH. Briefing folder are by the door, learn them better than your own name."
A/N: Pairings aren't decided, I wrote this while nursing a hangover so it's quite possibly littered with typos n errors. I'll try and get out at least two updates a month, guarantee one.