A/N I own nothing

Your Move

Jan 1st 1982

54 year old Henry Blank's alarm blared to life at exactly six o'clock on New Year's Day. It didn't matter that it was his day off from the dull, cubicle job that he held for the last 30 years. Henry was a man of routine- a routine he has held since he was studying for his Master's in Accounting back in the States. Conveniently forgetting that he had failed out of the program, he continued to go about his routine, subconsciously hoping to get back to the days when he thought he was going to be someone.

Ignoring the creaking of bones, his reward for playing linebacker on his old college football team, Henry dutifully followed his morning ritual. Stripping clothes off on the way to the bathroom where a luke warm shower awaited him, he proceeded to clean every inch of his body obsessively.

It was another regret in his life, the obsessive compulsive disorder, ruining any chance of even maintaining a relationship with a woman. It was just too much for anyone to handle for any length of time. Yes, he knew he had a problem, but admitting to yourself you had nothing to feel unease about and actually correcting it were very different. At this point in his life, he had no reason to change.

Brushing his shockingly white teeth only twice, knowing that he had another two times after he ate his morning breakfast, two eggs and toast, he proceeded to get dressed. Black khakis, black socks, and spit shined leather shoes covered his lower half. A white, button up shirt, with a black pen protector, set neatly in the pocket, along with a purple tie finished the ensemble. The tie was the only thing that was allowed to be different. He had ranges from lime green all the way to ones with pictures of those wacky cartoon characters he used to love watching when he was a young care free lad.

Popping two pieces of whole wheat toast into the toaster, he went about throwing the eggs into the sizzling stainless steel pan. Cooking – it may be the best time of the day for the older man. A time to relax and just enjoy what you're doing, until the hectic day begins. Buttering the toast and pouring the two eggs, sunny side up, onto the plate, Henry sat down in his favorite chair.

He had a modest size home, one that he knew he could afford with no difficulties on the meager salary he took home. That being said, he still had a great view from the little nook that was set off to the side of the kitchen. Looking out into the back yard, there was a light dusting of pure white snow covering the ground. It was actually the first snow of the season, coming much later than normal. Many would blame global-warming. Henry didn't care enough to complain.

Looking off into the distance presented a new sight to the old man. You could just barely make out the turrets off that castle that just randomly sprouted out of the ground two months ago, along with all that new land, with its primitive people. Screw climate problems, this was actually a problem worth solving.

He hadn't actually gone to the site, with it being about 40 kilometers away, but it was all the town and people from work could talk about. The government, the people trying to protect its citizens, were being completely secretive. They weren't even giving hints to how something like this could have happened. They were even giving complete assurances that this new threat wasn't actually a threat at all.

There were of course rumors. Rumors anywhere from aliens to hidden civilizations to the return of Camelot. Henry refused to partake in the rumors and was happy life was finally getting back to normal. They would know soon enough and he was sure it was probably something no one had thought of.

Relaxing into his chair, he sat and stared at the peaceful landscape. Trees barren of any leaves, patiently waiting for spring to arrive. His bird feeders empty for the past few months with only the occasional deer trooping through the yard.

If one were to look closely enough to east over the top of the tree line, you could just make out the purple glow of fireworks. As much as he complained to the younger, hipper generation, he truly enjoyed watching fireworks in any occasion, whether they are for a holiday or sporting's event.

He patiently waited for the explosions above the trees, excited at seeing what would be new this year. Nothing! They must have been doing some stupid ground stuff, because the purple glow seemed to be growing bigger. He just hoped that they got to the big, booming stuff soon, or that at least hadn't set the forest on fire.

Worry started to creep in his chest, heart beating faster than he could ever remember. This was definitely saying something, with his condition, but something was definitely wrong. That last comment brought horrific thoughts to his mind. A fire spreading that quickly would spell disaster for his small home.

Rushing to the phone, hoping the authorities could stop the inevitable, Henry dialed, not even noticing the absence of the familiar tone on the other end. It only took Henry three more attempts in his panic to realize that there was no hope of reaching anyone in time. Cursing himself for never getting a car, he could only watch the spreading disaster.

The ominous purple glow continued to become wider and wider, past the edges of the forest. This gave Henry pause. How could a fire spread that rapidly over snow covered ground with hardly anything to fuel it?

That was when he took a closer look, never noticing all electricity going out in the house. The glow seemed to be moving in a ring, completely symmetrical around him. No, not around him, but was slowly moving around the city. Watching in horrified fascination, never noticing he was running around the house, sweat freezing to his body as he watched the unnaturalness grow.

It must have been fifteen minutes since he first noticed it, but he could no longer see its path. That was when he knew it had reached its goal. He wasn't sure how he knew, but there was an unnatural feeling in the air. It was hard to explain, but the ground, the air, the trees, were buzzing with energy. Was that a feeling of anticipation?

Not even giving himself a second to think on these weird thoughts and feelings, the world exploded around him. Diving for cover hearing the thunder coming from all sides. Thunder may not have been an accurate description. Not even close really. Sonic booms loud enough to rupture ear drums in animals and humans alike, coming from every possible angle. The only thing going through his mind was the thought of those military movies he used to watch and who would be bombing them at this time?

Lifting his snow covered face out of the ground, he really wished he had just stayed ignorantly in the cold. The purple glow was no longer just hovering innocently off the ground.

Pillars of what could only be described as a swirling vortex of purple energy, gaining darker shades the closer you reached the center. Each pillar seemed to be about a kilometer apart and steadily rose at an amazing clip. Spinning around showed that there was nowhere that he could go to get away from this abomination. The tornadoes of energy continued to rise with a fury, enclosing the city in a giant prison cell.

Just letting the shock completely overcome him, Henry watched as they started to curve, all at the exact same angle, towards the center of the city. Being coherent enough, Henry recognized that nothing good could come from being unlucky enough to be the alien's first strike.

Because that's what it had to be. He now completely believed that aliens with their super technology were here to wipe out the earth and inhabit it for themselves. There was no way this was some magic, hocus-pocus, abracadabra crap. Normal people would definitely have noticed things like this going around.

He should have listened to those few co-workers who up and left as soon as that stupid piece of land appeared. Maybe, just maybe, he would have survived to see planet Earth kick alien butt. That's the way it happened in the movies and he truly believed that mankind would prevail.

Watching as the beams all came to a point directly above the middle of the city with detached interest, knowing without a shadow of a doubt, this would be his last few precious moments on God's planet. He really hoped that he did enough in his life to be sent to heaven, but either way, he figured it was a moot point to start praying now.

Buzzing could be heard, reminding him of the bee nest he had stumbled upon in his youth. Tree tops started swaying slowly in the increasing winds. Instead of the wind having a straight course, it actually swirled around him, creating mini tornadoes of white snow around him.

The whole time he just stood there, not even noticing as his body trembled in the extreme cold. There was no longer any distinguishing where the pillars are, as the whole land was lit up in a horrific glow.

Then, the moment he had been waiting for in the longest five minutes of his life was finally upon him. The center of the prison started pulsing in rhythm to some invisible music. In his last moments he could truly look at the sight and say that it was beautiful.

Tracking the beam that came shooting down in the center, easily a hundred times the size of the pillars on the outer barrier. As the beam hit the ground and struck with an explosive force of a thousand nuclear bombs, Henry could swear he saw the silhouettes of four people standing on top of Trepp Point.

Joah Esa

Flashback Jan 1st, 1981 5:00 am

Harry Potter, current and only Lord Potter, watched in amusement as his wife and mother nearly skipped in their excitement at the upcoming 'festivities'. They were ahead of him, chatting like excited squirrels in the woods. It was Lily's first 'hunt' as Morgana liked to call it and Harry was very interested to see how his mother would handle it.

He knew his mother had some darkness in her, something his mother wholeheartedly agreed with. Actually acting on those urges was a different story though and would undoubtedly change her. What they were doing was going to be considered a massacre. A genocide that would show the world exactly who was in charge.

The world had ignored their demands and chose to regard their threats as mere bluffs. Muggles had lived side by side witches and wizards for millennia and when it came to any fighting between the two, muggles had always come out on top. This could usually be attributed to the massive population difference between the two, with muggles being about ten thousand to one on wizards.

The population of Camelot was not nearly as big as any of their neighbors in the outside world. The people only had as many children as they could afford. There wasn't any government handouts because you were lazy and didn't want to work, or had more children you could handle. Surprisingly, this philosophy worked out well and people made it on their own. People's reliance on the government would be the first thing to go.

First things first though, getting back to the matter at hand. Harry watched as Lily and Morgana finished the final rune around the city. Once completed Morgana turned to Harry and with an excited gleam in her eye and her whole body twitching in anticipation, she gave him a nod.

Turning around, Harry finally acknowledged the man being drug through the snow behind them. Brown hair that curled down to his shoulders framed a very handsome face. His job demanded nothing less than perfection when it came to appearance.

A cold voice that had no trace of emotion behind it spoke to the scared man. "You know what to do. Get that thing going."

As the man struggled to get up and get all his equipment ready, Harry and the two ladies watched in amusement. He not once tried to fix his appearance. His hair was a mess, cheeks were bright red with frost bite, and there was snot coming out of his nose. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and bright red pajama pants that had tiny deer all over it. There were no socks on his feet and at the moment the man was too scared to even notice. It was exactly how they had found him, lying next to his wife, where they had abducted him.

The man had a purpose, one that would soon be filled. There was no need for niceties.

"Ready," he squeaked out.

"Come now. We have all seen your work. You can be a little more upbeat. You are about to watch history."

The man could only nod, still not trusting himself to speak.

"Fine," he pouted. "We will make this work anyway. Mother? Morgana? Ready?"

The dark haired woman slowly walked up to her beloved husband and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "I've been ready for over a millennium. Let's get this party started and then the real fun can begin." All she received was two shark like grins in return.

Turning back to the unknown man, he waved for him to get on with it. Staring straight into the lens, he waited patiently for the red light to turn on and when it did he couldn't help the massive grin that overcame him. He was now being recorded live all over the world.

"Greetings everyone! I am Lord Harry Potter! By my side is my beautiful wife Morgana Potter nee Le Fey and my mother Lily Potter.

"As I'm sure you are all well aware, there has been a massive change in Britain's previous landscape. What happened? How did a massive castle pop up out of nowhere? We've heard all the theories from the so called experts, but the truth is…your governments already know.

"We sent our ambassador to meet with top ranking officials in both the magical and non-magical governments. You heard correctly, the magical world does exist. Stay tuned and you will see some proof.

"We gave your governments our terms and they have not only decided we were bluffing, but to hide this information from all of you as well. If you have not guessed, we are Camelot-The one true empire with the rightful King ruling all. We have stood back and watched as you have attempted to destroy this world with your greed and we have had enough. If you will not come quietly, we will force you into submission.

"Not scared? Think you have all the power with your bombs and military might? What can such a backwards society like ours do to the massive powers in the world? Well….." his grin turned predatory, "we have a little demonstration."

With that the camera turned towards the red headed female as she calmly walked over to a small rock on the ground. Pointing a small stick at the rock, a white light most magicals would recognize as pushing pure power through their wands, hit the rock dead in the center.

At first it looked like whatever was being done had failed, but slowly the rock started to light up in an ominous purple. It soon turned into a mist that hovered a meter off the ground and then slowly started to spread.

It didn't take long before the color started to solidify. It no longer looked like a fog, but a wall being built up in a perfect circle around the city. It had just reached the tree lines when massive pillars of energy erupted from every rune around the city. The swirling vortexes of energy caused massive winds to erupt throughout the city.

People could only watch, some in fascination while others in horror, as the beams connected right above the center of the city. Winds picked up to impossible speeds while the purple haze solidified around the whole city, allowing no view of the chaos being reeked on the inside.

And then it happened. A beam so bright that it could be seen through the wall of dark purple came directly from the center. As soon as it hit the ground a shockwave tore through everything, only being contained by the same fog.

As the fog rescinded, the world truly understood exactly what horrors took place. There was no sign of the city at all. No roads, no buildings, no trees, and definitely no people. There wasn't even anything left to bury. The community had been utterly wiped out. The only thing left was dirt.

"As you can see, we have destructive capabilities of our own. This was a preliminary strike to show that we will carry out our threats. This is a spell my beautiful wife created a while back. We just call it a Cleansing Spell. It cleansed all of the filth that has been building here since we went into hiding. It is our goal to do this all across the world.

"The question is, will you be help us or be wiped out with it?

"You have one week."

"Your move!"

With that final question, Harry popped out of existence, leaving Little Whinging, Surrey as nothing more than a massive dirt field, with his wife and mother a second behind him. The question had been asked. He had no doubt that the world would not bend over after this display. Camelot would be ready.

Joah Esa

Winds were howling around him, causing his brown hair to whip to the right side of his face. The red face looked brittle enough that only one punch would cause it to shatter like the icicles hanging off his nose. His left foot would have to be amputated along with one or two of his fingers.

Neither man nor audience was the least bit concerned over these trivial matters at the moment. The man on the television was one they were all familiar with and the broadcast had been playing over and over again for the last 24 hours and yet the shock and fear had yet to slow.

Graham Moreland was known the country over as its star reporter. Coming on to the scene ten years previous, he was everything the average man strived to become. Beautiful, charismatic, influential, and rich.

Watching him now, anyone that could calm down enough to observe the situation would see he was now a broken man. Words came out in a sick monotone voice as images of the before and after shots were shown.

"Three people did this. Monsters only shown in the darkest of thrillers. There was no remorse in their eyes, no hesitance in their movements. There was only cold calculation. No doubt about it my fellow humans, this is a planned genocide of the world's population if we don't give them exactly what they want.

"What do they exactly want? Supposedly our esteemed governments know the answer and they have selfishly kept the information from us. No doubt they would say 'it was for your own good.'

"Was it though? If we had this information, would we have been sleeping peacefully in our beds as these terrorists planned our destruction on a scale never seen before?

"All those stories told to children about monsters in their closets. How are we supposed to reassure them that they aren't real, when we now have proof that they are there and ready to prey on the innocent?

"A whole community gone and we still don't know who these monsters are. We have all heard the rumors. Alien invasions, a hidden world, and secret government projects. The truth seems to be a whole lot worse. The unlikeliest of rumors seems to have been confirmed.

"Harry Potter, supposed Lord Potter, has led his wife, the infamous Morgana Le Fey, and mother Lily Potter on a quest for complete world domination. The message was clear as day, submit to Camelot or end up the same as Little Whinging.

"Let me reiterate to you all. These people did not have a chance at the powers wielded by these three. Look behind me! There is nothing left. 2,456 houses were once homes, each to a family. Businesses, government buildings, and churches all gone. Vaporized into nothingness.

"Do not let the government reassure you that all is well and this was just an unfortunate attack. Do not let the government tell you that you shouldn't be scared. Be afraid, because this isn't going to end anytime soon. If you aren't scared, then you haven't understood a single thing that happened today.

"Is your city next? Is Camelot going to stay in the British Isles or do they start attacking your country next? What plan does the world governments have to stop these monsters before they can destroy the world?

"Ask yourselves this question over the next few days when we have an enemy that seems unstoppable, a force never before seen. Should we just give them exactly what they want and submit to their rule? I for one would rather live as a slave with my family beside me than end up like those that once stood proudly behind me."

That was the end of the broadcast. It had been looping over and over again with no stops. Every channel in every country. There was no escaping the horrific scene and the terrifying words. There was no government officials coming on to calm the masses. They likely were just as scared as the rest.

Camelot had succeeded in their first mission. Panic the masses by unleashing a small sample of Camelot's powers.

JOAH ESA

"Our worst fears have been realized." Dumbledore spoke to the small council in front of him.

Small compared to what it could have been, probably even should have been. Britain, the U.S.A., France, Germany, Spain, Portugal, and Italy all had representatives there. The council had denied anyone else's involvement thinking that they had sufficient allies to stop this threat.

To be fair they had a reason to be optimistic. Never before had so many countries and groups banded together to defeat a common enemy. Even with Voldemort and the Ministry of Magic being seemingly weeks from collapsing, Britain's only ally was France.

To have every magical community pledge their support in the coming struggle was as encouraging as it was troubling. Maybe it was that Camelot had threatened the world and not just Britain, but they were sure that every country knew that valid threat that these three magicians plus a leader like Arthur Pendragon could wield.

"Wow! Thank you Dumbledore for leading off with the obvious." Alex Freed, the American equivalent to the Minister of Magic, broke in sarcastically. "Want to waste our time some more with ramblings that we all know."

It wasn't difficult to see the animosity that Freed held for Albus Dumbledore. The blonde haired, blue eyed man, could not stand that the most influential man in the wizarding world was a Brit and more specifically, not American.

"Enough!" André, the French Muggle President spoke up. "We are here to come up with a solution to this mess, before it starts getting worse. My magical counterpart has told me that his best curse breakers couldn't even find a weakness in the wards surrounding Camelot. As long as they stay up, a magical assault is not possible."

"That would be correct," Dumbledore spoke, stroking his beard, giving the impression of deep thought. "I have also examined the wards and they are more powerful than anything I have seen. A direct strike is not possible and if Lord Potter is to be believed, muggle weapons would have no power over them either."

"We'll see about that." Bill Dreer spat on the ground. The American Muggle president, was not convinced that this enemy was anything more than a rogue terrorist organization that needed a few bullets put in their skulls. "No magical hocus pocus crap can hold a nuclear strike."

It was at this point that The Queen couldn't hold herself any longer and rose with righteous fury in her eyes. "There will not be any deployment on British soil of Nuclear weapons while I am Queen. You go behind Britain's back and in your American arrogance launch one anyways, I will see that Britain allies with Camelot and destroys America first."

Sitting down at the table, she glared at everyone around her and dared them to refute her message. The Americans grumbled, while Spain gave her a nod of understanding.

"That will be enough bickering like pre-pubescent children. As we all know if direct attacks won't work, then we need an indirect attack will need to be implemented. Lucky for all of you I have such a plan," the dark haired man, sitting next to Dumbledore said.

"And what would this genus plan of yours be?" Dreer asked sarcastically at the man who was exuding confidence.

Giving a smirk to the angry American, "It's quite simple. We need someone that knows Camelot as well as Arthur and Merlin themselves. We need someone that can infiltrate the city from the inside."

It wasn't just the Americans looking at the man like he was insane. Every one of the council members was currently trying to figure out how to accomplish this suicide mission.

"And how do you propose we do that?" the German minister asked after a minute of silence.

Looking into the shadowy corner of the room, the man just gave a slight nod. Before anyone could try and puzzle out what was happening, the shadows started to move, and formed into a man.

This was a man, unlike any of them had ever seen before. He was pale- as pale as a man on his deathbed clinging to his last breath, as pale as an unfortunate albino man. That wasn't his only defining characteristic though. His eyes gave were glowing red and seemed to draw in the flames from the fireplace as they danced. He gave off an insane smile, showing off his teeth, a couple of them elongated, which were stained permanently red.

Despite the insane look, he walked with confidence over to the man, who had just before been speaking. Without a word, he sat into the chair that had not been there before.

"His name is John Terric and he will be the one who ends this war."

"And how can you be so sure? You haven't even introduced yourself to us. What gives this man the power to infiltrate Camelot where no one else can?" Andre asked?

It was John who decided to answer the question. "You all know the history of Camelot. I will not bore you with all the details, but one thing you need to know is that Lord Potter is the power behind the throne. While no more powerful than Merlin or Morgana, he is the driving force that keeps them together and united in this one purpose.

"He allowed Morgana and Arthur to work through their problems when bitter rivalries they would have created without him. Merlin is too much of a pacifist to create a scheme like this. Much like Dumbledore, he wants to see the good in everyone and resorts to violence as a last resort.

"Arthur, being the charismatic leader he was, could not have achieved anything that he did without Lord Potter's help. A squib when it comes to magic, he did not have the power to hide Camelot or create immortality.

"Everything you see today is possible because of one person-Harry Potter. Manipulations of these once great hero's and you now see the threat they wield today. We need to cut off the head of the snake and the body will follow.

"That is where I come in. Your military, while impressive, has nothing on these foes. They have been planning this for fifteen hundred years. Do you think a few months of planning will give you a strategy to defeat them?

"Stealth is what is required. Stealth and patience. It might take a few months, but I will succeed. I have waited too long for my chance at revenge. I will get it and I will not fail."

The only two not surprised by the speech were Dumbledore and his companion.

Her majesty took the time to ask the question on everyone's mind. "You speak as you were there. How do you propose that you are going to succeed where we would all fail?"

Giving her a full blown grin, "Simple! I am John Terric, first and only magical vampire. Creation of Lord Potter's. I know him better than anyone here could ever fathom to know him. I was told stories of his greatness when I was a kid, to then be tortured by the man when captured. He experimented on me when I was at my weakest and turned me into what I am, because he wanted immortality. I escaped through pure luck and his mistake will cost him. I will get my revenge and then I can finally rest and meet my brethren in hell."

JOAH ESA

A/N I'm back and I have 5 more chapters of this story done. I will be posting every Monday. Thank you for everyone that has waited patiently for an update. Lightning Phoenix will be updated shortly. Please review

JOAH ESA