Disclaimer: I do not own any characters that were created by J.K. Rowling. I am not making any profit on this story. I'm doing this for fun and to expand my own creativity. I do have some original characters that are in the story. Thanks Jo for making a incredible world for us to enjoy and play in!

I want to start off by saying thank you to everyone who has found my story and hope you enjoy it. I first want to thank blacktag189 for helping me with my story and being my Beta. This is a sequel of sorts to her story Ghost of You, here's the link to that story: s/5503587/1/Ghost-of-You

It's important to read that story first before you read mine. It will make a lot more sense with references and characters. Her story takes place right after The Battle of Hogwarts and it is a great romance that's entirely from Ginny's point of view. My story is an action, adventure with a lot of humor and pop culture references. I also want to thank Entropist for his input and want to give you a link to his author page. His Hogwarts series is amazing and I highly recommend it. You want to start with Harry Potter and Seal of Chaos and then move to Hogwarts is his link: u/1549815/entropist

Also I will link some music and songs that I think will complement the story. When I write I think in terms of films so the music is what I'm listening to at the time. Here's the first link it's from TMNT 2 Out of the Shadows and I like the music and thought it would be a good theme for the Phoenix Division: watch?v=-Lv-TKywVhw.

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The second Wizarding War is over , the majority of Voldemort's followers have been locked up in Azkaban. There are still some devout hidden followers who want nothing more than to continue what he started. They set a plan into motion to do just that. The only thing that stands in their way is the Boy Who Lived and his Phoenix Division, a secret covert ops unit of Aurors that reports directly to Minister for Magic. Not only will they have to overcome the building evil that lurks in the shadows but also overcome their differences to save the Wizarding World.

-Prologue-

Black. Black was his preferred colour. Boots, pants, shirt, his cloak, all were

black. Only the lining of his cloak varied. In the dark of night, dark green also appeared

black. He wore the hood of his cloak up, covering long stringy black hair pulled back in

a low ponytail. Also hidden was something he'd rather not. A jagged scar ran from his

left brow to his chin. His memento from the Battle of Hogwarts was too distinctive;

made him easy to identify. He wore a glove on his left hand. But not the right; he liked

the feel of the ebony stained wood of his wand on his skin when he used it. If one looked

closely they would see the smallest finger of his left hand was missing; a poignant

reminder of the price for failure. It all somehow made him seem more than his rather

average build would have indicated.

He was more. More than the rich pretty boys like Malfoy, Nott and Lestrange.

that had inhabited the Dark Lord's inner circle. His manners had never matched theirs.

His vault hadn't held enough gold. His blood, seven generations pure, had not elevated

him to where his talents should have. He'd been a lowly Snatcher… But they were all

gone now; dead or imprisoned. He was not. He was one of the few to remain free. That,

right there, was evidence enough as to just who should have inhabited the vaunted inner

circle… But no matter; the Dark Lord had paid for his folly. A new Master had risen.

Now he served Shadow… And, he was expected.

With a twist and a sharp crack he apparated away, reappearing in dimly lit foyer. There

was no-one to greet him. There never was. But that was fine. He knew where to go.

Less than a minute later he stepped into the audience chamber. He pushed his hood back,

crossed to the center of the room and knelt. He waited silently. Shadow would address

him when he wished.

"Bane."

As always, the thin, wispy, voice sent a shiver down Bane's spine. "My Lord."

"Were you followed?"

"I apparated four times before coming. I detected no-one."

"Good." Out of the corner of his eye Bane Florint finally detected just where his master had

positioned himself. The man was a Shadow within them. All that was really visible were

his dimly glowing yellow eyes. It was why Bane had christened him that way. He had to

call him something; the man, if he was indeed a man, had never given a name.

"I trust your presence means the items I desire have been divested of their previous…

Curators?"

Bane suppressed his reaction. He'd enjoyed divesting his master's desired objects from

their previous owners. Though the Muggles' ignorance suggested they had not known what had happened before they were taken. It didn't matter now though. They would soon know what was to be done and then it would be too late.

"I have collected the items, my Lord. They are safely hidden till you have need of them.

Only I know their location."

Shadow's eyes flashed menacingly.

"My destiny unfolds. And the ministry will be powerless to stop me. Soon I shall have the power that was taken from me and then I will have my revenge ."

"It will be glorious, my Lord," Bane answered. And it would be. Shadow and his few

chosen ones, himself included, we rule over wizard and muggle alike. It was a day, that

Bane's opinion, could not arrive quickly enough.

"Let's start our little game, shall we Mr. Florint?" Mr. Shadow asked.

Just out of earshot Collette Badeau waited by the entrance to the warehouse. She was not entirely sure why a Muggle warehouse was in the middle of a Auror investigation, but, her supervisor Gawain Robards had handed the French National the assignment personally. He seemed frustrated when he handed it to her and explained that it had come directly from Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"This is priority number one," he had whispered. "Unfortunately it's a one person job, so no need to bring your partner in on this. It's just a simple snooping job. We need to find out what is so important about this warehouse. I want you to observe and if anything looks out of the ordinary contact me then proceed inside with caution. If you haven't seen anything suspicious after three hours please contact me with further instructions."

"Yes zir," Collette responded.

She had watched the warehouse for the better part of a day with nothing to report. There was not one person that went in or left the warehouse. A rather boring assignment she thought. She was about to send in a patronus to Robards to report and see if he wanted her to inspect inside even though there was nothing out of the ordinary, when she spotted a tall black haired man wearing a dark green cloak go inside. She silently followed. Collette pulled out her wand and checked to see if there were any protection wards surrounding the warehouse. When she detected that none were put up she proceeded to enter the building.

At first everything seemed copacetic, just some crates and boxes everywhere. She proceeded to venture further in unaware she had already tripped a silent alarm that was wired to the entrance. The alert flashed on Bane's phone and he immediately pulled his wand from his dark green cloak. He saw her, a dark haired witch in blue robes, completely unaware of him watching her.

'It's a shame she is so beautiful,' he thought as he licked his lips. 'It really was.' He did have a sickness for a pretty face, but he knew what needed to be done.

She barely had a moment to react when she heard the curse and saw the green flash out of the corner of her eye.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt was rubbing his temples trying to relieve the tension in his head. He was working late as usual. He was going over security reports that were sent from the Muggle Prime Minister's office. Any reports that are sent usually have some unforeseen or unexplained occurrences. That usually means there's magic involved.

'There's been more of these reports that have come across my desk then I would like,' he thought. Before he could go through anymore reports there was a knock at his door.

"Come in…. Ah hello Gawain," Kingsley smiled at the Auror department head. Gawain Robards was tall with greying hair and beard. He was in his early fifties. He wore his usual dark green Auror robes and a bowler hat. Kingsley stood and shook Robards hand.

"Minister, I have some regretful news to report." Robards replied as he handed Kingsley the parchment. Kingsley read the report and sighed. He just stared at the parchment without looking up and asked. "Have you informed her husband and family yet?"

Gawain just stared at the Minister and shook his head. "I thought it would mean more if it came from you, sir, since she was one of our best." Kingsley nodded in agreement. He hated this part of the job. He usually would leave this sort of thing to Robards, but this was a special circumstance.

"This is bad Gawain, more and more of these strange occurrences happening in the Muggle and Wizarding world that are too close to each other. And to have lost... "

Kingsley's voice broke off as has he stood up and put his hands behind his back.

"I think it's time Gawain." Kingsley turned to look out into the Atrium and let out a deep breath.

"Time, sir?" Gawain asked, knowing full and well what the Minister was talking about.

"If you could just give my people more time to find the ones responsible." Gawain protested.

Kingsley turned around and just stared at Robards. Robards face was pleading with the Minister.

"No Gawain, we need to do something that these people won't see coming, and I know the perfect person to head this operation up."

He slowly turned to look out of his office window again to the organized chaos of the main atrium of the Ministry.

Kingsley turned around to face Robards again, his face grave, and lowley intoned

"It's time to initiate the Phoenix Protocol."

Harry Potter and the Phoenix Division