Also, this story is going to have some MAJOR character death in later chapters, you've been warned.
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"I hope this is urgent Mr. Prime Minister, as you know we're very busy right now." Said Rufus Scrimgeour as he sat in the office of the Prime Minister of England.
"I apologize for the lateness of the hour but i'm afraid i have some rather grim news." spat the prime minister. He had no reason to be polite as the "other minister" knew how much he disliked him.
"I was told when I was first contacted by, your kind, that we were to inform each other about anything that could affect both our worlds." the prime minister began.
"Now i realize you have your hands full with the war your fighting against he-who-must-not-be-named, but something very important has happened on my end that you will need to know about. Gentleman, we are at war." the Prime Minister told them.
"We're quite aware of that Minister." Scrimgeour said in a sarcastic tone.
"I mean the Russians have signed a declaration of war along with the Chinese, Cubans, Germans, Austrians, and god knows who else. Britain is one of thier main targets along with America, France, and anywhere else that decideds to stand against them." the Prime Ninster said darkly.
"You mean on top of our war this country is about to be thrown into a full blown muggle war as well?" Scrimgeour asked.
"I'm afraid so, do any of you remember what happened the last time England went to war?" asked the Prime Minister.
"I do, i may have just been a boy then but i still remember. Entire cities bombed into rubble, air raids night and day, millions dead, entire countries all but wiped out. Do think it'll be as bad this time?" asked a very old wizard the Minister had not seen before.
"I do not know, but it very well could be if not even worse. We were caught off guard and unprepared, we have some time to build our army and national defenses but the situation is looking bleak. We are facing a far more dangerous enemy than before.
They are strong militaristically and will have no second thoughts about leveling towns and cities to try and force a surrender.
I hate to say it but it is my personal opinion that this may be one fight we can't win." the Minister said gloomily.
"Now you listen to me. Never go into battle thinking like that, your bound to loose. Victory is very rarely decided by anything other than those who do the fighting." Scrimgeour scolded him.
"Maybe in your world mister Scrimgeour, maybe in your world. 'muggle wars' as you called them are decided by two things, technology and numbers. While i can say our technology is level with thiers i'm afraid i cannot say our numbers are. Russia and China togeather have over a fifth of the worlds population as well as some of its most advanced technology, don't lecture me in a situation like this. Your war may be totally different from the one we're ALL about to face but ours is no less dangerous if not more." the Prime Minister said as he tried to hold back his anger.
"Are you saying our war is less deadly!? Need i remind you of the thousands who have lost thier lives in these last few months!" yelled Scrimgeour in a rage. The Prime Minister wasn't going to be bullied in his own office.
"Thousands! Thats nothing compared to what this war could cost us! Millions upon millions will die! Cities will burn and entire countries may fall! Oh how i wish a war in which only mere thousands died would befall me, instead i have to worry about a war that is likely to consume the world!" the Minister was going to continue until he was cut off by the old man he thought was the headmaster of the wizarding school.
"Let us be civil here. Both our wars are deadly and if not won could threaten our very way of life. Now Rufus you must be willing to accept that at some point we may need to get involved in this muggle war if for no other reason than to survive. However, Prime Minister that does not mean we are going to put legions of wizards under your command. We will each have to help each other in our own way if we wish to come out of this alive." said the old man. The Prime Minister quickly realized this man had the respect of the other wizards and decided not to argue.
"Very well, how will i contact you?" asked the Prime Minister.
"Don't worry, we'll establish a safe method of communication soon. Until then good day to you Prime Minister." Said Scrimgeour as he exited through the fireplace. He was followed by the other wizards as they each said a polite farewell. The Prime Minister had to admit that even though he despised the wizards and hated having to resort to cooperating with them they were a very polite bunch.
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Sergent James William Griffith and what was left of his battered battalion marched blindly through the scottish countryside as they desperatly tried to avoid detection. Less than a week ago the frontlines had been more than fifty miles northeast, now the frontlines were right on top of them.
They had been marching for hours after the town they were stationed in had been hit by and unexpected bombing raid, which was followed promptly by 15,000 ground troops and a few dozen armored tank divisions. For all they knew no one else had made it and seeing as to how they could not establish radio contact with the main base Sergent Griffith was becoming a little worried.
He knew they were out in the middle of nowhere, as he figured than was the safest place for them. He knew damn well he didn't have a shot in hell at recapturing any nearby base as they would be completely over run, so he decided they would find a nice quiet place to camp until they could establish contact with the nearest intact headquarters. How likely that was to happen, he didn't think about.
"Sergent, can we take a rest for christ sakes! We've been running all day!" complained one of his soldiers.
"Quit your whining Newman, i'm ten years older than you and i still got a few more miles in me. Now keep marchin!" commanded the Sergent as they came over a particularly steep hill. When he reached the top Sergent Griffith immediately ordered his men to stop marching.
"My god..."said Griffith as he looked at the massive structure that lay before him. It was a decriped castle, covered in moss and full of huge gaping holes. It seemed almost magestic as it sat above a very large lake on a tall hill. He had no idea how a castle of this size could not be found on his map but he didn't care, it was the perfect place to fortify. If it came down to it and they were attacked at least it was defendable, far better than trying to fight in an open field and get slaughtered.
"Allright men listen up, you all see that castle over there i'm sure. Now i don't know how in the hell its not on the map but i do know i'd rather set up camp in there instead of out here. It's defendable and it gives us the added advantage of having huge towers and being located on a very tall hill. We'll see that bastards comin from miles off, come on boys we're almost there!" He cheered as he led the way towards the monsterous castle.