A/N: This will be my first fan-fic. Something I've wanted to do for a while. Basically, it will just be a huge Harry Potter crossover with whatever the fuck I want to add. Enjoy or don't, I don't give a shit. I'm writing this mostly for myself.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the General and possibly the President. Haven't decided if I'm gonna make the president an OC or not.

Chapter One: The Beginning of the End

Harry's POV…

As Harry walked down the tunnel, only a torch lighting the way, he knew what he had to do. He had to kill Voldemort. Damn Moldy-Mort. He just hoped he lived to tell people of this day.

"Harry!" He looked up to find Hermione staring at him.

"What? What's wrong?"

"You've been standing there for nearly fifteen minutes now. Are you okay?" Neville just stood there, waiting. Ron pulled something out of his pocket, presumably some Burty Bots Every Flavor Beans.

Just then they heard what sounded like Muggle helicopters. They knew they were safe, but were wondering what they were hearing.

'Certainly not Death Eaters, they don't even know what a Helicopter is' Thought Harry.

"Maybe we should hurry; the castle may be in more danger than we thought." Everyone nodded their agreement and started running down the long tunnel.

One Hour Later…

Harry's POV…

They exited the portraight and headed straight for the great hall. What they found there was nothing short of torture. Straight, orderly tables with blank faces filling the seats, everyone concentrated on their work.

"Harry Potter?" Dollorus Umbridge said, in a small pathetic voice.

Before anyone could answer they heard that noise again. The helicopters.

"What is that? Who's doing that? I demand you stop! Children, get back to your work, I'll be back in a second." And with that she started walking towards the door. She never made it. As she was halfway down the hall we heard voices.

"Setting the charge… Missiles or Mini Nukes, Sir?"

"Too big for anything but Mini Nukes. Set the timer for fifteen seconds. Are the snipers in position?"

"Yes, Sir."

And with that we heard a tick and then fifteen beeps…

The Generals POV…

As the door exploded and my men rushed in, only one thought ran through my mind. No survivors. I heard screaming, but knew the boys weren't actually hurting anyone. Eventually things settled down.

"I am The General of The Enclaves major land, air and sea forces. It has recently come to our attention that the 'Wizarding World' is under a seriously oppressed government and in the middle of a civil war. I have been authorized to use deadly force in the aid of calming any resistance to humanities efforts for peace. If you thwart those efforts, you will be put down."

"Who are you? What is the meaning of this? There is no 'Civil War'! I demand that you…" I cut the overly-controlling bitch off.

"Ma'm, if you 'demand' one more thing, I can have you detained. Furthermore, the Enclave is an ancient organization dating back to the early second century. We are commandeering this school and all its resources to fight the impending battle that will happen here." She looked upset at this. I'm already debating how I'll kill her. Melting the skin off her bones with a plasma rifle might send a pretty strong message.

"You have no business here. Leave now. In fact, I'm not even sure how you got here. No matter, naughty children must be PUNISHED!" Suddenly she drew a stick out of her jacket. My men immediately responded. She froze in place, not quit knowing what was happening.

I drew my pistol, and aimed at her.

"You just made the biggest mistake of your life." I pulled the trigger and the over-heated goo shot out. Hit her square in the face, and all her flesh and meat dissolved into a pile of goo on the floor, her bones soon falling down into the mess.

"Clean it up, and get me Harry Potter. I'll be in my office. Contact me when the President arrives. I got shit to do."

"Yes Sir, right away Sir."