"To send men to the firing squad, judicial proof is unnecessary. These procedures are an archaic bourgeois detail." -Che Guevara
Friday Night, January 2, 2015
"Alright look alive people. We have our first official mission. DWI Tonks will brief you on the specifics." Andromeda stop at the head of the table.
"The former prison of Azkaban is the target. The facility was abandoned after a Deep Sea Dragon was found to have taken nest at its shores. Suffice to say, anything that enters those waters can be considered dead. The dragon is known to devour anything from mermen to sea serpents. It occasionally takes down a cruise ship when it can't find any prey. It's just as resistant to magic as it's brethren and it will be even harder to hit it underwater. Ministry forces withdrew in 2012, all the remaining prisoners abandoned were deemed unfit for society and were never going to be released. Maintenance elves bring food regularly and anti-suicide wards have kept a fair few alive. Last week a reconnaissance team confirmed that our target, Dorcas Lynch still survives in the prison. She was one of Captain Potter's first captures in his hit wizard days. Lynch is a unrepentant former WRATH assassin, she was active mostly on the continent. She was trying to steal information. We need to know what."
At that she withdrew a matte black briefcase from her robes and exposed it's contents to the room.
"This is CR58; a scopolamine, veritaserum and calming draught solution. Inject her with it and she will tell you everything as if you were her most trusted confidant in the world. You'll have 5mins. The drug is unstable after which her body will go hypothermic.
"Alright, get your gear we leave base in 15mins. Due the the wards the only way of approaching the prison is by sea, we're going to be taking modified go fast boats. ETA 7 minutes, we'll make it as close as we can till the sea beast senses us. Ejection seats should lunch us easily onto the coast, remember your arresto momentum charms or your going to be Azkaban's newest wall decoration. RAID, Move out.
"Captain Potter, your secondary mission is to destroy Azkaban prison. The dementors are still entombed by the wards but they are decaying. Resotring them is not an option, after they joined Voldemort, they are an unacceptable risk so close to our shores."
The RAID Elite were assembled on the desolate coastline of Azkaban. Observing the foggy waters as the turbulent waters. Waves breaking violently against the rocky coast, the stinging winds biting at their robes, and all of them shifted their ski mast under their helmets trying to fend of the cold the best they could.
"This could get tricky. I am giving you mission priority. No matter what, on this job, we're to stay alive first, retrieve the information second. I'll take point with my patronus, it should be more than enough to hold off any dementor."
"I've seen your Patronus, Captain. No offense but they have home advantage here, I'm not sure one is good enough."
"My patronus has long since changed, I want to keep it as a surprise for now. Don't worry, you'll know it when you see it… try not to faint from surprise" Harry said smugly.
"We're punching straight through at full speed, Martini cover me while I maintain the charm. At last count there were a few hundred dementors holed up in there so I'll need full focus. Stop for nothing, Foucan blow through anything stopping us. When we reach our objective, Green get the information. You have carte blanche to do what you must to expedite this."
There was a anxious shuffling of feet, as the operatives stared at each other wondering if there Captain was insane.
"A-a few hundred…?" Martini whispered.
"Captain, have you suddenly become bereft of your senses? How do you expect the four of us to get through that?" Eva questioned, her displeasure making itself known.
"Don't worry, as I said, I'll handle it. Let's go-" and with that, Foucan breached the entrance.
"Captain!" Foucan shouted. He had felt it first. They had yet to show themselves, but soon everyone else felt the pull of the dementors and held their wands at the ready.
"I'm waiting until they try to swarm us, it'll be most effective then," Harry replied.
"As soon as the conjuration is done we make a break for it.".
The Dementors floated up from the pits of Azkaban like a hive of locusts ready to decimate all in their path. Whirling angrily about each other.
in the twos and threes. A few dozen viciously went after the three Patronuses. After a valiant fight, all three were quickly vanquished.
Potter leered, and brought up his happiest recollection. His happiest memory was when Pansy gave him herself. The innocence of the moment, no ulterior motives or machinations upon his person, just two people hitting it off. No one had ever really loved him as such before. It was a first for him. Maybe he make an attempt at treating her better, that was neither here nor now though.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM SUPREMUS!" he yelled, his eyes blazing their now infamous green as he focused a nominal portion of his magical ability into his spell. His wand flared, and a blinding flash erupted from the tip.
"Fucking hell? Was that a destruction class incantation?" Green asked herself.
The heavens seemingly parted as a huge glacial frost wyrm, approximately the same size as a shipping container filled the room. The utter luminance of it was enough to make the RAID team avert their eyes. It flapped its massive wings once, twice, hovering like a colossal titan over infinitesimal pests.
"On my mark move right through the heart and stop for nothing," Harry ordered.
"Yes sir," the team responded.
Eva stared in reverence as his eyes pulsed with power. The wyrm mimicked him as both of them shifted their stance and charged.
Harry raised his wand to his mouth, as he let out a strong breath. His Patronus mimicking him perfectly, an intense stream of fire poured through the mouth of the dragon and blasted the Dementors in waves, the bright blue flames shooting forth in an inconceivable gush of pure magical energy obliterating all the dementors it hit.
The RAID team made their way up down into the pits of Azkaban where the remaining prisoners were hiding. The four of them shot through the prison as the wyrm flew ahead of them leading the charge. Dementors attempted to assault them from every angle; above and below however none survived once they were in range of the patronus. Eventually they arrived at the cell block"
"Sebastian, breach"
"Bombarda Maxima!"
Inside Lynch's head snapped up, at the sudden sounds, a mystified look on her face. A moment later, a bright light lit the her cell, maybe those demons had finally decided to put her out of her misery.
"Green, prep her."
Harry was watching the emaciated being that was Dorcas Lynch. Inside, he felt a rising turmoil. He'd always considered the Ministry's decision of putting it's prisoners here, beyond the sheer inhumanity it left them essentially useless. Extracting any kind of information from them was a chore, they were to insane to be rehabilitated or probably even be aware of why they were being punished. It was of little matter now though; the new facility was nearly complete. Shaking himself back to the present, he stepped forward. a force stronger than him gaining ground on his soul as his resolve hardened.
"Lynch, sit. Long time no see."
"Who are you?" she asked confused as the drug began to take a hold. "You…. It can't… no – Potter…How can I be of service?" She finished sweetly.
" I am not surprised you remember me. After all I was the one who hunted the infamous Dorcas Lynch. Of all the heathens I've brought in you were a memorable one. No matter- " Harry took one step forward, and grabbed her face. "What is WRATH after, what did they send you after?" he demanded.
Lynch began to sweat profusely, her hands beginning to involuntarily twitch. "He's looking wanted the remains of Dolohov's research at Mysteries. It's his big secret, I'm the only one who knows. He was looking for a location and an object. He knows about the Xerxes Protocol."
"In cinerem revertetur"
Harry didn't hesitate, Lynch body died right then and there, her eyes going blank as she crumpled at his feet then her body crumbling to ashes on the spot.
"We are leaving, all but Green return to base. Get to the D.U.W and wait for me, speak to no one about anything till I return. I have a final matter to attend to." Harry ordered the RAID team.
"Yes sir," and the duo of agent's portkeyed out.
"Follow me," the Captain said to Green running out. Eventually the pair found themselves standing outside the front doors of Azkaban.
"In a moment I'm going to do take control of the wards and set them to be ready to fall at a moment's notice and transfer control to you."
"Understood sir, but why?" Eva asked intrigued.
"I'm going to bring the building down."
Eva's eyes widened as Potter began chanting his wand taking an eerie purple glow at the tip. A few minutes later he was holding a steadily pulsing ball of light at the end of his wand. He handed it off slowly of to Eva.
"The next spell is chant, swish up and point. It's going to take my full concentration so the moment I stop chanting, drop the wards. They should be down by the time the swish is complete. Then the moment I release the spell activate our portkeys."
Green nodded her comprehension. And Potter began chanting.
Confringo maximus… Bombarda Perditio… Reducto Extinguo… Deleo
Swish… the wards dropped with a resounding gong sound. A cone of yellow light left Potters wand engulfing the base of and underground levels of Azkaban. As the light cleared there was a gaping 20 meters in diameter hole punching straight through the lower floors and a good deal of Azkaban's supporting structure. The building teetered and collapsed into the unforgiving waters of the North Sea, forever entombing it's prisoners and the remnants of the dementors.
Specialist Green grabbed Captain Potter and with a word the pair vanished.
Back at the Ministry, Level 10
Entering the briefing room Harry glanced at his team. "Good job on a successful mission, file your debriefing reports with the DWI and you can leave. We reconvene in a few days, an exact time will be forwarded to you. All information especially what you heard at the prison are considered Top Secret-SAP(special access program). Your very soul is on the line, speak of it to none, including amongst yourselves. Once I can get your clearance level raised, I'll read you in. Questions?"
I thought with the exceptions of Minister we had the highest level of clearance at Beta-1?" Max asked confused.
"No, the Minister is Alpha-1, we're going to read you in to Alpha-2. The DWI and myself are Omega-1 at the top. Ministers come and go, our positions are for life. For deniability and mission integrity it's safer the Minister not know anything, though he can request information if he knows what to ask for."
"Huh, what do we call it when it's above top secret?"
"Nothing it doesn't have any name or designation, you never speak of it and it doesn't exist."
"Yes sir."
"You guys can take your leave"
Azkaban No More
By: Rita Skeeter
Reports came in early morning that Azkaban was destroyed. A structural defect damaged the 15 story building causing it to collapse into the sea. Witches and wizards immeadiatly wondered if this was another attack by WRATH. A statement issued by the Ministry said;
"We the wizards of the Ministry have long since been are of the decaying nature of Azkaban prison. Preparing for this eventuality the building was abandoned nearly a year ago to a new facility. No personal was present or injured"
A new facility, why hasn't the Ministry said anything if they new this was happening? Azkaban has been around for several hundred years and it suddenly has structural defects. This reporter has her doubts. I've reached out to the DMLE and Department of Magical Catastrophes for comment and so far neither has responded.
Saturday January 3, 2015
A few days had passed and it was almost as if nothing had ever happened. I had been back to our pub but Harry was not there. I figured I must have come on a bit to hard last time, with my complaints. Plus work had me stressed and worn out I expected it was even more so for him. The last thing I always thought about before sleeping was that night however. After an especially stressful day at the D.O.M I returned home to flowers outside my door- a dozen red roses addressed to me from my last boyfriend, Blaise Zabini. I tried seeing someone else after Harry disappeared, but it didn't work out to well. As I bent to pick them up I heard a voice calling my name, and sure enough it was him.
"Pansy! I thought that was you. Hey!"
"Hi Blaise. What are you doing here?" I was so confused as to what he was trying to do. It'd been almost three months now that we had been apart and he was leaving me flowers? Showing up at my apartment? Who did he think he was? I had plenty of choice words for him; but choose to take the high road waiting to see what this was about."
"I know it sounds dumb but.." by now he was right in front of me, his long legs carrying him swiftly and quickly over to me. I could see in his light brown eyes a hint of despair, but his lovely milk chocolate colored skin was glowing, "I wanted to see you." He flashed his bright, white, perfect smile that hid behind his soft, full lips at me, and a whole slew of emotions came running back. I knew seeing him would do this to me, so I worked to try and control myself and be cool.
"Oh, well here I am." I tried showing no sign of interest, although my heart was beating entirely too fast. There was so much history behind us, we'd known each other since we were toddlers. We were together for five months but for the last month we stopped liking each other. I realized that it wasn't that we were in love with each other, it was that we used to love the idea of us being together. That childhood romance kept us together, but we got tired and bored and loving the idea of us was not enough. I was miserable, and we would torture each other with jealousy arguments, and as it was our nature as Slytherins trust issues a mile long.
"I was wondering if you would want to get dinner sometime. Nothing too serious, just dinner. I just wanna catch up," he asked with hopeful eyes, like a puppy dog.
I wanted to say no because I saw no reason for it, but my heart wouldn't let me. I told him I agreed to dinner making it clear that that's all it was, we weren't getting back together. He ecstatically agreed to call me to arrange a date. After he left, I took my flowers into my apartment and placed them in a vase of water before I exhaustively sat down at my kitchen table. Emotionally overwhelmed and exhausted between stress from work and this new Blaise situation, I needed a drink.
The pub was full of people when I went that night, and finding any elbowroom was rare. I stood in line at the bar waiting to order a drink for what seemed like forever before I finally was able to see the bartender. Just before I could order, though, I saw Harry sitting in a corner. It'd been almost a week since I'd seen him, but I shrugged off the urge to approach him and ordered my three shots. Since that first night we never had any interactions in public settings, he came in the dead of the night and was gone by dawn. Seeing him, along with the rest of my overwhelming occurrences, increased my need for intoxication, I needed a little liquid courage. I downed the first shot like it was poison. The burn was intense and within a few minutes I could feel my body getting warmer as the alcohol took over my body. The second shot was easy, and the third was like drinking water. I turned around to look for Harry and found his seat was empty. I wanted to see him still sitting there like that night we met. I wanted to see him looking at me. I wanted to see him coming over to me, talking to me, taking me to dance. I didn't know why I wanted all of that.
After a couple more shots I was gone. I know I must have looked ridiculous dancing on all of the people at the club I could, but I didn't care. The whole point was to forget for a night about everything stressing me out and just relax. Eventually, it was time to leave. I was to drunk to try apparating, as I lived nearby I decided walking home would be an easy way to sober up. I left the club only to find Harry sitting on a bench right outside. The alcohol gave me the confidence to make my way over to him.
"Harry! Hey! What brings you here?" He looked directly into my eyes when I spoke to him.
"I was just taking a walk. What about you?"
I knew he was lying, I saw him in the club. "I saw you in the club when I first got there. I'm just going home now." None of my sentences were correlative, but he just smiled at me.
"Wanna walk with me?"
I was astounded to hear him ask me to walk with him and could feel my heart beating faster in my chest, but I just assumed it was the alcohol making me excited. As we walked, very few words were spoken between us. Harry seemed to be in a strange mood, and I was just trying to control myself from bursting with random nonsense words and sentences. I needed to be cool; because my mind and body were totally out of it- I couldn't even walk completely straight. He saw my stumbling and placed his arm around me in order to help me safely travel with my own two feet; his touch was like a wave of electricity pulsing through me, his magic comfortably blanketing us in his power, and I never wanted him to let go. Eventually we stopped walking but we were in front of his apartment building, not mine. I didn't say anything, but followed him up to his place like the first time.
Inside, he put his keys down, walked over to me, and leaned extra close to my face. "I can't just let you walk home when you've had so much to drink," he explained. There was seduction in his eyes and I was melting like butter underneath his gaze. I could hardly nod my head in response. "Alright, let's get you into some more comfortable clothes."
His hand was grabbing my waist- how that happened I didn't remember- and slowly he slid it down to the hem of my dress. Both his hands pushed their way up underneath my dress and started sliding it over and off of my body. I was left standing in my underwear with Harry tossing my dress behind him but still centimeters from my face. Breathing hard, and feeling the confidence from the shots I took, I realized this night was going to be extremely similar to the first night we met, and I initiated it by pressing my lips forcefully against his.
All the memories from the rest of the night were blissful. The memories were just mixtures of feelings- of Harry's lips on my skin, our bodies working in sync with each other, his fingertips tracing every line on my body, the feeling of his warm, sculpted chest pressed against me. As intoxicated as I was, the memories stuck so vividly in my brain that, even when I woke up the next morning in Potter's bed, I could recall each and every detail of that passionate night.
Sunday January 4, 2015
It was nightfall back in London. Harry was walking the streets wearily, the midnight blue cloak of the D.U.W folded in two and draped over his arm. To the untrained eye, his appearance was as almost neat and immaculate even at the end of the day. His tactical pants tucked neatly into his trademark basilisk hide boots. However, in the darkness of night, he was not easily recognized behind the thick scarf around his neck, and his unruly black hair blocked off a good look at his face. Notice me not charms weaved into the cloak making it harder for anyone to focus on him
His eyes were hollow from exhaustion, the pallor of his skin a telltale sign of fatigue. He hadn't slept well since Azkaban. He would go to the office, and crash there for tonight.
Come Monday, the Department of Ungentlemanly Warfare was going to begin earning it's name.
A/N: Thanks to all those that review/follow/fave, it's nice to know your interested. The next chapter is going to focus more on Andromdea and her relationship with harry. Pansy and the D.O.M., and maybe Protocol Xerxes will be revealed. I'm amused at how certain you guys are that Pansy is going to be the main pairing 3000 words in. The story will be done in the 100k range, lot's can and will happen. I might put it to a vote though