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Luiz4200- Yes, yes he did.
Weapons List:
G36C w/ TASCO Red Dot Sight
Browning L9A1 Standard Issue Pistol
Rifle 5.56 (L85A2) w/ SUSAT 4x Optical Sights
Mk 6 Helmet
ACT I: Out of the Frying pan and into the Fire
Camp Wiz
May 2, 1997
0900 Hours
The next 7 months of training went by in a blur for Harry. They were trained in both muggle and Wizarding ways to kill. Their trainers said to them that their wands (Which they were required to take with them to the base) were to be used as a Last Resort Weapon if ammo for their Primary and Secondary Weapons were not existent. A muggle born Ex-Auror turned Drill Sergeant named Luke Isaac was the one to train them in both weapons training and dueling. Harry briefly wondered how he could retain such skill in dueling when he has spent almost twenty plus years in the military. Major Ryder said that training them was to be his 'last mission' before he retired.
Needless to say, they were very much re-introduced to the Wizarding World in a very tiring manner. Sergeant Isaac trained them in pretty much everything; DADA, Charms and etc. Squad members were given specific jobs. Larson and MacMillan were the teams primary Ward Breaker/Maker since they excelled in Charms training.
Harry, MacTavish and three other guys from the army plus two Marines and three Pilots exceeded in dueling.
Charlie Bosner and the others were the ones that exceeded in potions, which was a good thing because they all healed injuries a lot quicker with potions than with the stuff medics give them.
Harry was promoted to Corporal while MacMillan was promoted to Sergeant and Larson to Lance Corporal.
The Major also told everyone in the Company that Military Engineer's Jacob Ritker and others were able to mix Magic and Muggle equipment together without short circuiting the muggle tech. Harry didn't quite understand the basics of it all really. All he knew is that the magic 'In the air' would be some kind of extra power source for the equipment. The project was still in its early stages so basic equipments such as flashlights, Holographic Sights, Red Dot Sights and Radios for Squad Chatter were the only ones that worked right now. The engineers said that they might have much more advanced equipments such as Night Vision Goggles and some air support over the next few weeks or so, but for now, they had to make do with what they had. They called this project the MID, or the Magic Infused Devices.
It had been two days ever since their training ended and things around the base, which was dubbed "Camp Wiz" by some Marines from Gray Squad, were getting pretty boring. New people were coming in every 5 days or so. They were now at a force of 100 plus, that's enough men to make Voldemort shit in his pants, even though Harry doubted he'll ever admit that muggles are better. Still, some of these Squads were still in the training phase.
Major Ryder informed them today that some men and women from the Royal Navy established a base just north of Sunderland. He also told them to not expect too much from them since they can't just remove some, let's say, 20 ships from the Main Fleet and not have the Muggle portion of the Navy questioning the action. They were able to bring some Amphibious Landers though, which Harry thought would make it easier when making a force deployment near Azkaban or something.
Today was to be the first day they'll be deployed. Squads Hunter and Torch were the first squads to be ever deployed into the Magical World in what was to be a short, but bloody war.
Torch Squad finished their briefing 2 hours ago. They were to be deployed somewhere near a small Wizarding village just north of Perth, Scotland. It was a probable target for Death Eaters because of the number pureblood families that 'support' muggleborn witches and wizards. His friend Leon told him that.
They all moved into the briefing room, taking their usual places as Major Ryder began the briefing.
"Right then, let's get started. Yesterday, at 0900 Hours, Professor Dumbledore contacted the Prime Minister, expressing his concerns of an assassination attempt against his life and the lives of some of his students. Last year, during what was supposed to be the sixth year for some of you, his life was nearly taken by a student whose task was to kill Dumbledore as an initiation mission for becoming a Death Eater. The student failed his task but was able to escape. After that, Dumbledore said that he placed Order of the Phoenix members around Hogwarts castle to stop any other assassination attempts. Due to lack of manpower, Dumbledore enlisted the help of the 'DA,' a group he said you created yourself Corporal Potter."
The members of Hunter Squad turned their heads to look at Harry with amused expressions.
"Dumbledore wanted Fifth years and up members of the DA to be ready for any sort of attack on Hogwarts. The training for the DA was given to two students: Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom. Now, a few days ago, these two students were nearly assassinated by, yet again, students who were joining the Death Eaters. They, along with several other school mates, were able to fend them off until Order members could arrive and defeated the Death Eater wannabes. Even with all these assassination attempts, Dumbledore told the Prime Minister that no attempts of revealing who the Death Eaters were inside the castle was ever done. What the old man wants is protection from OUTSIDE attempts on his life. The Prime Minister wants something different. Since this old man is a fool and an idiot, the Prime Minister is allowing the Squad with this job to rat out any Death Eaters within the castle. Restrictions to this are to keep them alive. Get any kind of information out of them. I want names and locations gentlemen."
"What if they try to fight back if we try to capture them?"
"In your mission, you will have to use force ONLY when necessary. Try to render them harmless without killing them first. If that doesn't work, kill them. If you do, you'll get two reactions: A. they're discouraged to fight back or B. they get angrier and use deadly force against you. If the reaction is B, Prime Minister is allowing the use of all means necessary to bring them down for good."
"Where will we keep them once all the info's ours?"
"Try to use an empty classroom, or, if that doesn't work, improvise. I'm sure tents would be a good place to keep them, provided they're well guarded of course. So, Primary Objective is to protect these two students and Dumbledore from any attempts on their lives. Your Secondary however, is another thing. Since you're the only Squad that will have immediate access to Diagon Alley and the Ministry, you will have the task to defend them….temporarily. News of a DE raid won't reach us in time. But news of an attack WILL reach you quickly. Any questions?"
No one spoke.
"Okay then. Oh, Hunter Squad, be advised that I am pulling out RAF members of your Squad for research purposes. We need pilots to test out the new MID Heli's."
"Yes sir." They all answered.
"Pack your bags gentlemen, you leave base at exactly 1000 Hours. You'll be going back to London to catch the Hogwarts express."
Another chorus of 'yes sir' was heard around the small tent.
"Dismissed!"
They all saluted and walked out of the tent, excited about their first mission, well, everyone but the pilots of course.
"All right people! Get your usual and a box of ammo! We don't know how long we'll be there so the more ammo we have the better! Check you wands then check your pistols and Primary for any defects! Bring your personal servicing kits and potion equipments! Check your gear! Don't forget your Helmets people!" screamed MacMillan as soon as they entered the hangar to get their weapons and to wait for the Army Transport Trucks that will take them to London's King's Cross Station.
Oh yeah. Harry thought happily as he started pack some rations and helped out getting some ammo from the weapons crate in the corner. It's on.
ACT II: Bring in the Heat
As the Hogwarts Express pulled up in Hogsmeade Station, Harry could not help but feel a little bit nervous and excited at the same time. He was nervous because people might remember him and he might get pulled back into the Magical World. He was excited because this was his first time seeing action. Killing of course was another thing for Harry. He believed he was prepared for the 'feeling' it brought but these people deserved it. Every Death Eater life he takes is another innocent life saved.
He just smiled slightly as the train pulled into a stop. The guys he was with inside the compartment stood up and began getting their gear. Harry lazily stretched for a while before getting his stuff too. Their plan for tonight was to 'wow' the crowds so they put on their gear. Their Mk 6 Helmets and other stuff were quickly put on.
Harry wore his Black Balaclava before putting on his Mk 6 Helmet and securing the strap around his chin. He checked everything on his body; knife was there, Flashbangs and Grenades were there. Yep, he was ready. He loaded his pistol (a browning L9A1) and his Rifle 5.56 (L85A2) w/ SUSAT 4x Optical Sights.
Why are they arming themselves to the teeth? Simple, they aren't going to allow those Death Eater bastards to report back to their master and say that the Raggedy Ass Military was at their doorstep, ready to blow their heads off. They weren't going to allow anyone to report to their master, especially not Snape.
Sgt. MacMillan talked to him about their game plan for tonight and Harry suggested a 'surprise inspection' for students with the Dark Mark. If they had it, they're in the little club known as Interrogation.
Harry and the others exited the compartment and waited for the rest to do the same. They were separated into three small Fireteams, 5 Squad members per team. Harry was with Fireteam Zulu (Zulu as in Fireteam call sign). It was made up of two Marines and two Army guys plus him. Private Snipes (He is, ironically, the teams Sniper), and Private Gibbs (Snipes' spotter) were the two guys from the Marines. Private Zempeli and Private Griffen were the two others from the Army.
Lance Corporal Larson was the leader of Fireteam Bravo. 3 Army soldiers (including Larson) and 2 Marines completed the team.
Then there was Sgt. MacMillan's team, four Army Soldiers and 1 Marine. The Squad's Heavy Weapons Expert (Pvt. Arsen) was there with MacMillan while the Demolitions Expert was with Larson. This setup made Harry think that they were S.A.S. soldiers than the Army Regulars that they were.
As the others exited their compartments, Harry checked his balaclava over his face one last time before joining the rest of the squad outside the train. Larson was standing there, a little ways farther from MacMillan, who was in front of a smiling Dumbledore. Larson was currently checking the safety lock on his G36C which had, he noticed, a TASCO Red Dot Sight. What was it with this guy and TASCO made stuff? Really, he always picked the nearest weapon with a scope that's labeled TASCO.
"Welcome soldiers! Welcome! I'm happy that you could join us in our fight against Voldemort." said Dumbledore happily, opening his arms wide. Moody and McGonagall were on either side of him, looking like they were losing patience with every passing second they stood there.
"Ah, Mr. Dumbledore. I'm Sergeant MacMillan, leader of Hunter Squad. This is Corporal-" He stopped and took a look at me. Apparently he knew that I didn't want my identity to be revealed to these people.
"Err…Corporal Bowling. And this is Lance Corporal Larson." He finished, pointing at both of us.
Dumbledore smiled widely, taking a look at Harry and Larson.
Harry was able to wear dark tinted sun glasses before Dumbledore could look at him….straight in the eyes. He was betting every galleon he had that the old man was trying to read their minds right now. Well, if he is, he wouldn't be successful. Sergeant Isaac made sure of that.
Harry turned his head to look at Moody, who was watching all of them intently.
Harry mentally chuckled to himself. Moody's magical eye won't be able to find anything or see through their equipment. Again, it was because of Sergeant Isaac, well….with some little help from the engineers of course.
"Glad to meet you all." Dumbledore said, shaking their hands. "Come now, we best be off to the castle. Can't let the students starve now can we?"
Again, Harry chuckled to himself. Leave it to Dumbledore to present some people to the world.
They all walked silently towards the carriages, getting on them as soon as Dumbledore motioned them to do so. Of course, they did so AFTER checking them out for any potential signs of a trap. Hey, you can never be too safe.
The ride towards the castle was held in silence. Dumbledore, Moody, and McGonagall all rode in a different carriage while the three Fireteams all rode in different ones. Harry's carriage was in the middle. In the front was Sgt. MacMillan and in the back was Dumbledore's carriage. Next to them was Larson's carriage.
"That was a good idea wearing that balaclava you know?" said Arthur Zempeli.
"Yeah well, I have my reasons." Harry answered.
"I think your leaving us in the dust though. Me and Griffen here might get noticed immediately."
"What? Wait, what? You guys studied here? But, how?"
Griffen chuckled and answered. "Well, we did study here. Me and Arthur here were both Hupplepuffs. We two left after the Basilisk incident in second year. We, all three of us, were batch mates. You just never really noticed us because of Granger and Weasley clinging onto your arms every passing minute of the day."
Harry laughed loudly and nodded. He then proceeded to ask the two Marines, who were much older than him by the way.
"What about you guys? What's your story?"
Snipes was the one who answered, with a smile. "After we graduated, we soon discovered that in the Wizarding World, only Purebloods and Half-Bloods get decent jobs. Even then, jobs for the Half-Bloods didn't pay well. We were forced to go muggle. I worked as a clerk for a few years before I decided to join the Marines 2 years ago. There I met this guy," he said, pointing to Gibbs. "I was a private before joining Magic Company and here I am I guess. Twenty two years old and I have a 17 year old as my Sergeant. Who knew?"
They all laughed before going back to concentrating on the task ahead of them. The 'task' was simple really. Expose students or teachers that are Death Eaters, round them up, and then have them spend a nice date with a chair, a few knives, some scissors, and some alcohol in a room that Harry and the others would like to call: "Interrogation Room." Why not use Veritaserum? Simple really; they wanted to let the Death Eaters know how fucked up they can be when it comes to war. That was their first lesson with Isaac really. Use fear to your advantage.
What the Death Eaters do won't even compare to what they could do. They can torture a person. That was pretty much confirmed. But a simple Crucio won't leave any trauma to anyone who sees the broken body of the victim. Sure they can rape, but if needed, Harry and the others would cut off their testicles. Now THAT was a much more gruesome sight. Hey, it was war. Harry had long ago accepted these hard facts. If they were going to win this war, then they had to get down and dirty.
The carriages suddenly stopped, signaling the end of the short trip towards the castle.
Harry jumped down from the carriage and taking a nice long look at the castle before him. It was still so very much magnificent. The castle walls were brightly illuminated by lit torches mounted on the walls. Harry could do nothing to contain his glee as he looked at the castle in front of him. Luckily, the balaclava he wore earlier hid his huge smile. He may hate some people inside this castle, but damn, he sure loved THE castle.
"All right men. Check your gear. Make sure your ready to switch the safeties of your weapons off."
"Sergeant. Quickly, we must come inside. The students may cause a rebellion if they're kept hungry for too long." Dumbledore said.
They all followed Dumbledore inside the castle, where he asked them to wait outside the doors of the Great Hall.
As the old man entered, followed by his two guards, Harry and the others made one final check on their weapons and prepped themselves for the upcoming confrontation with Death Eaters that were soon to be their prisoners.
Harry rubbed his gloved hands together as the doors to the Great Hall swung open. He made sure they were nice and warm before putting his right hand on the gun handle and a finger below the trigger. He followed his fellow soldier inside the Great Hall where many students looked on to the Band of Brothers.
Several students looked at them with curious and excited glances. Harry guessed that they were muggleborns or half-bloods. Most of the people who looked at them with excitement were mostly guys; the girls were too busy making themselves look pretty as the boys who walked in looked devilishly handsome, even with all the gear attached to their bodies. Even with all the other men, most glances were directed at him and his face.
Most of them, Harry could see, were wondering just who the man in the black mask was. The mystery surrounding him, added with the aura of menace and danger, seemed to attract a lot of attention. Most of the gazes that were directed to his comrades were now directed at him.
The purebloods however looked at them like this was some sort of joke. They were TOTALLY confused.
"Everyone, everyone. I'd like you to meet Sgt. MacMillan and his squad of soldiers. They are here to protect this school from any threat. Any attempt to disturb their work will be met with severe punishments that they can hand out themselves. They are here to protect us all, and if they see the need to send you away from this school, they have the power to do so. Any attempts to stop their work completely will certainly mean a trip to Azkaban. Their ways are different from ours for they come from the muggle world. Do not fret though. Our secret is safe as these men are wizards who came to the muggle world in an attempt to protect our country from outside influences. I hope that in the future, we can all work together once more."
Harry groaned, along with the rest of his squad. Stupid Dumbledore! Not only had he announced that they were from the Muggle Military, but he had also announced that they were Soldier turned Wizards! His futile and idiotic attempt to 'bring back' the Death Eaters to the light side was so stupid that Harry wanted to shoot himself then and there.
Harry turned to look around the Hall where many (mostly Purebloods) were sniggering. Stupid idiots, they're probably think that they can push us around cause we're "Muggles." Some however, held murderous gazes. Guess they hate us for being Wizards who went muggle. Not something to worry about I guess. We'll be torturing their sorry asses in a minute anyway.
"Now, I believe you are all hungry so-"
"Excuse me Professor. Before you allow them to eat, I would like to do my first task of protecting this school and the students and staff within it." MacMillan said.
Dumbledore looked at them all with a look of curiosity and just nodded.
MacMillan turned around, nodding to them all. Harry turned to his team.
"All right. Seal the Hall, no one in or out." Harry said.
Snipes and Gibbs both proceeded to close the doors, which caused uproars from both the entire student body and the Hogwarts staff. Dumbledore was rushing to stop them, but suddenly stopped when a loud BANG echoed around the Hall.
Harry had his rifle raised towards the air. His finger was on the trigger while the barrel of the L85A2 was smoking lightly.
By now, the rest of the squad was searching the different house tables for students who had the Dark Mark. Some students tried to fight back, but only got a stunner cast at them or a gunshot wound on their hands. (All of the ones who fought back were from Slytherin. No surprise there.)
"What is the meaning of this? This is…is….is outrageous! What do you think you're doing? I order you to stand down!" Dumbledore screamed.
"We are sorry for the sudden disruption of your dinner plans Professor. But command gave us direct orders to keep this school safe and that's what we're going to do." MacMillan said.
"But these are only children. They meant us no harm." said Dumbledore as he noticed the Soldiers rounding up the Death Eaters, taking their wands away, and then pushing them to their knees with their hands on the back of their heads.
The sight reminded Harry of some hostage taking pictures he saw while watching some news on the telly in the Mess Hall during his time in AFC. Even though the image was very similar, the military and those hostage takers had different motives and they were two very different forces.
"Have you forgotten that these "children" almost got you and some of your students killed? And they are working for a Psychopathic idiot who wants the entire world under his slimy white thumb? They are an accessory for Voldemort in this war! Don't worry; we won't kill them unless they give us any reason to. They'll be sent back to you after this war."
"B-but w-what about their education?" asked Dumbledore, who's mouth was slightly agape.
"They won't receive any. I'm sorry. This conversation sir is over. These men have been found as an accessory to a war. How can you act so stupidly when Death Eaters have been making a nest under your nose? We won't and will not let them report back to their master that we are here to beat the shit out of him. You must know sir, that the element of surprise is important to any war."
"But what will they do once this is all over? They won't have jobs!"
"That's the beauty of war. If you lose, you'll always get the short end of the stick in any situation. They signed up to this, tied their very soul to a Psycho. The moment they did so, they stopped having rights because when their master wants something done, they do it without a moment of hesitation. So you see sir, these people volunteered for a war, much like us soldiers. And as I said, anyone who loses will suffer. Much like how if you lose, muggleborns and muggles will suffer."
"But what about the innocent! The ones who were forced to sign up!"
"I think you know just what these people have to do to get in the ranks of Death Eaters. Didn't you know that they had to kill at least 5 muggles then rape at least 2 women? Not only that, but you had to be willing to do so because Voldemort was watching them."
Dumbledore paled at this and shook his head.
"You see sir, there are no innocents when it comes to them. Their very souls have been tainted with the largest stains of black ink the world has ever seen." MacMillan said, turning around and following silently behind his squad who were now moving outside the Great Hall, failing to notice that Harry, Snipes and Gibbs were now approaching a confused but angry Snape.
All the inhabitants of the Great Hall held their breath, waiting for Dumbledore to do something to save Snape, especially the Slytherins, who were now trying to stop the three soldiers by screaming at them, to which the other houses watched with amusement in their eyes.
MacMillan finally took notice and ordered his team to stop for a while, before turning around and running towards Harry and the others to assist them.
"What is the meaning of this?" Snape asked with fury in his eyes.
Harry replied. "Roll up your sleeves."
When Snape made no move to do so, Harry aimed his rifle at his chest, prompting the others to follow suit. MacMillan surprisingly did the same.
"I said roll them up now!"
Still, he made no move to do so.
Harry finally lost his patience and pulled out his handgun, taking careful aim at the ground beneath the greasy haired git's feet, an unloading a single round onto it.
Harry almost laughed out loud when Snape actually SHRIEKED. That's right Hogwarts, the greasy haired git who acts like Batman actually shrieked!
Man do I wish I had taken a picture of this.
Snape (after shrieking) got a whole lot angrier and tried to draw his wand, but found at least four different types of weapons pointed at him.
"Put the wand down and you won't get your head blown off your shoulders." MacMillan said.
Apparently, Snape's shrieking brought Dumbledore out of his thoughts as he came rushing towards them. Snape smirked at them. He seems to think that the Headmaster would actually be able to save him? HAH! He'll wish that were true once they get started on him.
"Stop! Stop please! While I agree with the logic of your statement earlier, I cannot have you take Snape away! He is my sp- err, my DADA teacher and we simply don't have the time to recruit a new one! I'm sorry, I cannot allow you to do this."
"You have no choice. It's either he comes with us, or you lose our support and, more importantly, lose this war. Intel tells me that your losing ground every single day. First that small village north of Galashiels. Then that poor small muggle family in London. You're inability to fight this war has gone on long enough that it cost innocent families their lives. You'll simply have to fill in for him." MacMillan said.
Dumbledore seemed to get angrier but made no move to harm them or rescue Snape.
"Raise your sleeves." Harry once again said to Snape.
He grudgingly did so, revealing a tattoo of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth.
Harry smiled widely under his mask as hundreds of students gasped.
The Gryffindor students looked like Christmas had come early. Ok, understatement that was. The entire school looked like Christmas had gone early, well, except the Slytherins maybe.
"Give me your wand and come with us."
Snape looked at Dumbledore when he said this, but Dumbledore only told him to do what they said for now. He also told him that things were going to be normal again tomorrow.
Harry took the git's wand and pushed him towards the line of Death Eaters in the middle of the Great Hall. The man managed to sneer at him before being whisked away with the rest of the Death Eaters towards an unused class room at the top floor of the castle that two marines were able to find during MacMillan's confrontation with Dumbledore.
As the 20 Death Eaters entered, a feeling of dread came over them as they were all made to sit down on conjured chairs with their hands tied behind their backs tightly.
There was a chair in the middle of the room where a flashlight was hanging from the ceiling. It was actually the only source of light in the room, aside from the light outside the room of course.
A chill ran up their spines as they watched one of their friends with a feeling of dread being brought to the center of the room and made to sit down on the chair where he was given Veritaserum.
"Corporal, take 7 men and make them stand guard outside the room. Then come back inside and let's begin Interrogation." Harry nodded and took 7 guys with him and made them stand outside the door; three in front of the door while the last four were hidden in the shadows. He then proceeded to go back inside where he watched the first Death Eater to be interrogated. He was under the influence of Veritaserum for now.
It was protocol after all to do this. Make sure they aren't imperious'ed guys who were supposed to be cannon fodder before beginning the real interrogation. Then, after Veritaserum, Legillimency was used to try and find some blank spots.
Some of his men were writing on pieces of paper. The men who did this were the ones that took personal information from the 'subject' before passing it on to command for review.
Once the questioning and probing was done, it was Harry's turn to do some interrogating.
He didn't like the prospect of it, but it was a necessary thing to do if they were to win this war. After all, they couldn't fight this war blind now could they?
"What's your name?" Harry asked.
"I already told you pieces of shit. Marcus Blunt. Let me go now or you'll regret it!"
Harry smirked at him. Typical for a Death Eater to underestimate their enemies.
"You know what Marcus, I don't think I like your tone." said Harry as he clenched his fist.
"Tell me something I want to know Marcus."
"Like what?"
"I want names of other Death Eaters."
Marcus laughed.
Ohhh boy, you're in deep shit now. Thought Harry.
"I won't give them to you pretty boy. Why don't you actually let us see your face and maybe we can play nice with you."
Harry just made 'tsk-ing' noises and then proceeded to punch Marcus in the stomach. The kid apparently didn't have a strong stomach as he suddenly coughed up some blood and puke at the same time.
Wow, not bad for my first punch. "Care to tell them to me now?"
"Not a chance in hell."
Harry just shrugged and replied "If you say so." He took out his Combat Knife and slashed it against Marcus' naked chest.
Marcus winced in pain as the knife dived an inch deep into his skin. But then he smirked when it was over. Seriously? That was all these blood traitors can do? The Dark Lord can do better than that. But then he ate his words when Harry suddenly poured a lot of Alcohol against the open wound.
Harry blocked out the sounds of screaming and concentrated on his job.
And on it went. Nearly 2 hours after they arrived and already, Death Eaters were wishing that they were gone…..especially Snape, who received the most brutal interrogation yet as Harry let all of his anger out onto the man.
ACT III: A Bloody Gift
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
0600 Hours
Professor McGonagall watched as Dumbledore floo'd away towards the Muggle Ministry to try and get Snape back. She sighed at this. Although she didn't want those kids and Snape taken away by those soldiers, she knew that Sergeant MacMillan's words were so very true. By taking them away, they were doing the world a huge favor!
She just wished that they were okay. All those awful screaming last night kept her up until the wee hours of morning for God's sake!
She turned on her heel, determined to get through this day without a problem.
Last night had been chaos! After the soldiers left, the three houses (Hupplepuff, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor) partied all night. They seemed to enjoy the Slytherin's misfortune of losing so many students….and their head of house.
She smiled happily at the thought. Severus had been a very bad man. He had even gone so far as to 'try' and help Mr. Malfoy in his assassination attempt against Dumbledore. Ever since then he just wanted the greasy idiot to just drop dead in front of her.
She continued walking through the halls when she spotted the soldiers from last night coming out of a room. Her curiosity got the best of her and she walked to them.
"Excuse me, but where are the students you took last night? I was just wondering if you needed any help with bringing them food."
"Oh, there's no need Mrs. McGonagall." A soldier with black hair and a few freckles here and there. She finally noticed her as Josh MacMillan.
"Josh! Wha- How? What on earth are you doing in the Muggle Military?" McGonagall asked.
MacMillan smiled shyly and said. "Well, Wizarding life didn't seem to work out right for me. So I decided to join the Military. And hey, looks like I'm back here."
"Ahh. Ah, but wait. What do you mean by 'there's no need?"
"You'll see Professor McGonagall. You'll see."
Ministry of Magic
0400 Hours
"Damn it. I can't believe you guys talked me into this." Harry said as he lifted Marcus' heavy and injured body into the Ministry Atrium. He laid it down, along with 18 other bodies.
They weren't all dead mind you. They were just unconscious.
"Yeah well, we have to deliver the Death Eaters a message won't we? Besides, we jinxed all of them that if they try to mention us in any way, they get their tongues stuck on the roof of their mouths. So our secret's safe. Unless of course Voldemort breaks them out. Besides, this way Voldemort will be tempted to attack to prove that he is not weak. Especially since we attached at least a hundred insults on every single body." said Larson.
Harry just nodded.
"Oy! You done yet? We gotta move before the Ministry catches us!" said MacTavish.
"Alright alright. We're coming."
Harry watched as Larson and MacTavish activated their Potkeys. He took one last look at the bodies behind him and thought.
"Tomorrow, when Voldemort sees these bodies, all of the Death Eaters will cry for war."
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