Hunter DuttonPage 88/14/2006
Turn of the Tide
I would do a prologue but then the chapters would be all out of sink and I don't know about you but I find it terribly confusing when fanfiction tells me I am reading say chapter five and the author tells me I am only reading chapter 4.
Oh in case you weren't sure I do not own anything in here accept for the stuff I own, like the plot the couple of original characters I've thrown in or will throw in and such. I am not making any money off of this, nor any money at all really but that is irrelevant.
So now that the tedious stuff is over lets get to the fun part—unless of course you scrolled right passed this in which case you aren't reading this so you already got the fun stuff, you sneaky person you.
Chapter 1: The New Decade
A man was pacing on the stage of what used to be an auditorium. 600 people were in the auditorium, all waiting for something. The people gathered here are strange to say the least, some are immaculately dressed, while others could be smelled before they could be seen.
The man on the stage was fairly tall; he had raven black hair and emerald eyes. He had three scars on his face; a lightning bolt on his forehead; a diagonal scar leading from his left eye to the center of his chin—just missing his nose; and a horizontal scar from his ear to his nose. He was dressed in all grey, his robes were a darker, colder grey, while the long-sleeve shirt below it was lighter, almost light, and his slacks were a gunmetal grey, darker than his outer robes.
"For ten years we have fought," he started, "for a decade we have been betrayed by those we thought were friends, we have buried family, and killed enemies. For all we have suffered we have still been losing. Every year that has passed we have lost more ground, more people, and more support." The audience were nodding there heads, and a tear or two could be seen traveling down some faces.
"But today things have changed; we now have the edge we didn't have before. This past decade we have been outnumbered, and only by sheer will—and one or two surprises our research team found—have we survived. But today, on the ten year mark we have come up with two new weapons that will help us win this war. For I promise you on everything I hold dear, that in another decade this war will be a story we tell our children, not something we still fight. We resorted to Muggle weapons to survive, giving us the surprise element we so desperately needed. But today, we have finally succeeded in merging the two technologies. Or scientists have worked day and night to come up with these inventions, our esteemed potions professor even blew himself out of his laboratory a time or two in the making of these." Several chuckles were heard from the audience, who were remembering the occasions when Snape had blown up the laboratory.
"Since I'm sure you are all impatient to see the new weapons I will get down to it. The first looks similar to the handguns we have been using, but the difference here is that while the basic firing mechanism is the same, the bullets are something new. Our research team has found a way—and don't ask me how I have no clue—to put curses in the bullets that go off on impact." He drew out a 9mm bullet from his pocket. The bottom looked much the same as most bullets, but the upper half was shining green, a sickly green that was the trade mark of the Avada Kadabra curse.
"For practical purposes we have only put two curses into these bullets, the killing curse, and the Reducto curse. Every one here will get six clips to start with, two 11 shot clips of the killing curse, two of the Reducto curse and two unfilled bullets which you can put curses of your own choosing in.. You will also get one Beretta 92SF that will fire these clips. The Reducto bullets will destroy a shield cast from all but the most powerful wizards and witches. The Avada bullet as I am told it is called will go through all known shields, just like the killing curse itself. The two main advantages of this weapon are that it takes no magical energy to use, as the firing is mechanic, and the curses are pre made. The bullets themselves should hold the curses for six moths before they loose any power. The biggest advantage is surprise, none of the death eaters will expect a bullet to explode and destroy their shield, much less go through it." Several murmurs of disbelief and awe rippled through the crowd.
"Before I move on to the second weapon I will give you an example so that when you have to fire it in battle, you will not be praying that it works. As I spoke of earlier the key threat to any rebellion is treachery, and two days ago one of our spies informed me of the name of the traitor that has killed—in one way or another—so many of us. Please Mr. Finnegan, come up here and join me in my demonstration. Seamus Finnegan froze, and in doing so killed himself, for by the time he went to reach for his wand in his robes five wands were pointed at him by the people who had been standing shoulder to shoulder with him mere seconds ago. Again Seamus hesitated, and a six foot wizard with muscles rippling on his bare shoulders who was dressed in a black robe with the sleeves cut off grabbed Seamus from behind and started to drag him to the stage.
"I didn't do anything! I'm innocent! I was framed!" Screamed Seamus with a lot of panic but no real belief. From the stage Harry murmured accio while focusing on any items Seamus might be carrying. Two portkeys, one button, a couple of vials, a wand, and a small communication orb flew towards Harry.
"Do you still wish to proclaim your innocence?" Asked Harry. Seamus, instead of answering started struggling against the iron grip of the man who was holding him. Presently Seamus was dragged to the stage, where Harry motioned for the man to let him go.
"Thank you Bart." Harry said, with a short nod. "Now Seamus, you have one chance and one chance only." Harry pulled out a Beretta 92SF from inside his cloak with his left hand, and then pulled out a clip with his right. He showed the clip to the audience and to Seamus, the first and only bullet that could be seen had a glowing green tip. Harry then pointed the gun at Seamus, the barrel was completely still even though Harry only held the gun with one hand.
"I am going to shoot you, but before I do that I am going to give back your wand, and then you will have a choice. You can try to curse me, in which case I will shoot you before you even get to aim your wand, or you can cast the Protego shield. Casting your shield is the only hope you have of living, and the hope is simple, that I am misinformed or lying, that a shield will block these Avada bullets." Having completed his speech Harry kicked Seamus' wand to him.
"I would pick up your wand very slowly if I were you Seamus." Harry cautioned, his voice, which had grown in its intensity and fervor during his speech, was now flat and toneless and his face showed no emotion. Even his emerald eyes were devoid of any trace of feeling. "Now you choose Death Eater" spat out Harry, forgoing Seamus' name for the euphuism that was considered a curse by all in the room—save perhaps Seamus himself.
"The Dark Lord will kill you all! Protego Maxima!" Shouted Seamus, with a triumphant grin on his face as a blue dome shield erected itself around him.
"We shall see, but you shall not." With these parting words Harry squeezed the trigger a bang erupted bouncing and echoing off the walls, and the gun gave a small jerk in Harry's hand. The bullet flew through Seamus' shield and hit him in the center of his chest. The bullet itself did hardly any damage and only caused Seamus to be pushed back a step, but the curse stored in the bullet ripped the life out of him before his surprise could even show on his chest.
"Now, does anyone have any doubts about the effectiveness of this new weapon?" No one moved, some were grinning at the poetic justice, some were frowning at the execution, while others were simply in awe at the new weapon. "Good, now onto the next one." As he was about to show of the second weapon a blonde haired, 5' 11'', overly pale, slim figured male of about 26 years of age stepped onto the podium and whispered in Harry's ear.
"Yes, you are probably right." Harry said, and then he turned back to the audience. "Draco has suggested that since the new weapon is extremely hard to use, and will only be used by a small portion of you, I should not waste your time by explaining when you could be testing out your new weapons. So meeting adjourned, you can all head back to your rooms. Ten at a time will go to the firing range alphabetically from A to Z, there you will be given your guns and practice rounds; you will get you six clips when you leave. Oh, and in case you are wondering as soon as you use a clip—in training or in battle—go back to the research team for more rounds, and don't worry they have plenty rounds." As Harry finished and the audience started to drift out—with some grumblings over not being able to see the new weapon—Draco spoke.
"Will Special Ops Team Seven go to the official dining room to await further instructions?" While Draco phrased this as a request, all knew that it was an order. The special ops teem in question nodded their assent, and left the room. As soon as the audience was gone Harry spoke,
"I can feel your irritation from here Hermione." Harry said with a grin, while Hermione canceled her invisibility spell, with a frown on her face.
"You know how I feel about executions Harry." Hermione started, but before she could continue Harry cut her off.
"And you know how I feel about traitors; I'm not going to change until this war is over." Harry replied, a little bit of annoyance creeping into his voice.
"Well I think the Asshole got what he deserved, and if Harry had told me before hand I would have tortured him before allowing Harry to shoot him" Draco cut in, grinning but deadly serious.
"Which might have had something to do with why I didn't, after all we don't want anyone thinking that the bullet passed through his shield because he was already weak." Harry commented mildly.
"Yes well you would Draco." Hermione said, clearly still upset.
"Do you blame me?" Draco asked, causing Hermione to lower her eyes and shake her head, acknowledging defeat.
"Well now that we have cleared that up perhaps we should go and tell the special ops team what they are about to sign up for." Harry said, a grin sliding back on his face as if it had never left. And with that the trio exited the auditorium leaving nothing but empty space…
TBC…Well that was fun, first Fanfic chapter ever, yet all I want to do is keep writing, odd that. Not that any of you will really care but I am a writer—meaning that I write a lot and beg other people to pay me for it—so if I happen to vanish from existence for a week or so that just means I either got an advance or an idea for a story that will hopefully get me an advance, in money that is. I think that is it, reviews are welcome and appreciated and I will personally respond to them all until I can no longer in which I will answer all that can and dutifully inform you of the ones I couldn't.
Drawing to a conclusion so long and thanks for all the fish that weren't thrown at me; I never thank people for throwing food at me, it only encourages them.
Created on 8/12/2006 10:27:00 a8/p8