Prologue
Author note: This story is the fifth in the Magical Flashpoint series. It follows "Phoenix Aligned".
Although all original characters belong to me, I do not own Flashpoint, Harry Potter, Narnia, or Merlin.
"I have informed JFT2's boot camp to expect you for re-training next week," the General told his son.
"No, sir," his son refused. "I'm making a difference here…on both sides of the fence."
The General's head snapped around to focus on his son. "Excuse me?" Warning and threat dripped from his ice-cold words.
His son set his feet and shoulders, chin tilting up. "I will not re-enlist, sir. I'm a member of the Strategic Response Unit now and I refuse to run out on my team."
He managed to keep still as his father strode right up to him, leaning into his personal space. "You think you're making a difference in the magical world?" his father demanded in a soft, dangerous tone.
"Enough!" came from the doorway before the son could respond. The General's attention swung to the stocky Sergeant glaring at him. Behind the Sergeant, the rest of his son's pathetic excuse for a team gathered, giving him angry looks. Two children stood in front of the Sergeant; his hands were on their shoulders, holding them back from launching at him. For a moment, the General's eyes narrowed at the suspicious glimmer around the pair.
But the General's attention soon latched onto a woman who stood next to the Sergeant. Dark gray eyes bored into him and the woman gave him a stern look. "Leave my Auror alone," she hissed.
General Braddock's eyes went wide. "What are you doing here?"