A/N:
A big thank you to everyone who reviewed, it means so much to me.
DaRoHa – I could've done that but, I really didn't want to make Harry lose the only physical connection he had left of his parents. While glamour charms are another option, it can break and is less safe than wearing a mask. Besides, it makes him more mysterious. Once secrets are revealed, imagine the chaos that will be brought to the Wizarding world.
Pulsebeat- While I think pairings would make the story all the more interesting, I think I'd lose readers to that. A guy/girl might not like this pairing and might be put off with the story. They'd lose interest and no one would be reading my stories then. So I don't know about a pairing. IF I do put a pairing in, it might be an OC/Harry kind of thing. No promises though, as I have already thought this story out without Harry getting a girl or something.
I'll try to stick with realism most of the time but please note that if needed, I will be bending some rules. An example of this would be me taking the liberty of making Hunter Squad use some weapons not typically found in the British Army: American Carbines, Some American Vehicles, and some other stuff.
Weapon List:
M4 Carbine w/ Red Dot Scope/Silencer
USP .45 w/Silencer
ACT I: Declaration of War
May 6, 1997
Camp Wiz Communications Center
Receiving Transmission
Transmission #0530
05/06/19970900
Type:
Video Encoded CEC #410
Fr: SMC Base London
To: SMC Base "Camp Wiz"
CEC #410
PLAY
"It is, with great shame that I announce to you today that the Minister of Magic has formally declined the British Army and Government's help in fighting this war against the Terrorist known only as Voldemort."
"I am calling to all of you now, to inform you that we will not take too kindly to this terrorist to keep destroying the lives of hundreds of innocent people and so, with great regret, I am declaring war against Magical Britain until such a time that the Terrorist known as Voldemort is destroyed and the Magical Government abolished and reestablished under the watchful eye of the British Muggle Government and Army."
"Let it be known that we British do not back down to a fight. Never again will we be abused by those who think highly of themselves. Never again will we be cast away by those who sought to deny us peace, and refuse our rightful place in this world. We British are not like that. We will stand up and fight! As one body, as one mind, and as one mighty sword! We shall strike with force! We shall show our enemy what we truly are! They sit in their chairs, thinking of ways to destroy and conquer us…When they should be planning their burials! They think they are superior and above others just because they can do something special with their 'oh so brilliant sticks.' Here's what they aren't expecting. YOU!"
"You my people, who have been shunned an oppressed by the very beings you call your own. It is you who is the key to this war. You are like them, yet you are different. You call for peace, while they call for war."
"You have all gathered, in the name of her Majesty, to protect and serve the country against the magical people who reside within it. Today, we are united under one banner and one goal: to destroy those who have done us wrong. I ask you, the Magical soldiers of Britain, to prove the purebloods wrong of their mentality to believe that they are superior then those people who are not from magical decent."
"I thank you all once again, for being loyal to me and your country through all these years. It is time my comrades, to stand up, unite, and FIGHT!"
END
Video Watch Log #0540
Message Attached to Video
Message Title: Prime Minister's exact Words
Fr: "War Room"
Send the message to the Daily Prophet. Prepare for Operation: Life Support
END TRANSMISSION
ACT II: Party Crasher
May 7, 1997
2100 Hours
Wizarding Town of Weary Dales
"You missed a spot Potter."
Harry looked at MacTavish as he slowly slipped away from the dream world and touched the part of his face where the blasted guy who woke him up pointed at. Under his cold, trembling fingers, Harry could feel smooth, dry skin. Not the oily and rubbery feel; something that a face painted was supposed to feel like.
He watched as MacTavish turned around to start a conversation with MacMillan.
"You sure the hostages are still here Sarge and haven't been off'd by these Death Eaters."
"Yep."
MacTavish nodded his head slowly as he watched Griffen fumble with his binoculars.
"Give me that. You'll end up hurting your fat arse."
John reached out and took the binoculars from Griffen before looking through them.
"Oh, so you know what you're doing then."
"Mmhm. I know more than you of course."
"Oh, so that's it then. 'You know what you're doing; you know what you're doing.' If I had a Galleon for every time you said that, I wouldn't even need to be in this damn war. Instead, I'd be sitting my fat ass down on a comfy chair somewhere in the Bahamas and sipping some Margaritas while having fun, lots and lots of fun mind you, with several beach beauties with bodies that would make the world lose all its evil and turn good just by simply looking at their humungous chests! AND, if I had money, I'll buy myself a Truck-o-saurus Rex!"
Harry couldn't help contain the smile that played on his lips as MacMillan suddenly spoke up.
"Yeah well your sitting your ass down on this boat under my command so shut the hell up before I drown your head in the water."
Griffen just chuckled lightly as he checked, and rechecked, his weapon.
"Hey MacMillan. Whatever happened to the carefree guy I knew back in AFC?" John said, a small smile playing on his lips.
"You make it sound like I'm gay. Don't do that. And don't bloody talk to me when I'm trying to find the other team."
John laughed at him silently before looking around.
Harry himself joined looked around them, trying to find the other team that was supposed to arrive with them on the beach.
After a few minutes, they arrived beside them, waving at MacMillan who was, by now, pissed off that even demons would cower away as if he was the bloody king of them. Who wouldn't when John and Griffen kept teasing him mercilessly?
"Hey, fire up the engine. Let's get this show on the road."
Harry nodded before turning the engine behind him on and started to guide the small boat towards the beach.
There were eight people from Hunter Squad who were chosen for this mission. Griffen, MacMillan, MacTavish and he were Team 1 while Snipes, Gibbs, Larson and Zempeli were Team 2.
They were her for a rescue mission. Two days ago, when Harry and the others returned to Camp Wiz from their damn mission in Hogwarts, this small town of purebloods, or blood traitors in Death Eater standards, was taken by Voldemort's forces in an attempt to 'ransom' innocent lives. Their deal was for Harry and the others to leave the Wizarding World on its own or the innocent lives of the civilians were to be killed. They were briefed, not too long ago, by Major Ryder about this mission and its importance. This was going to be their show. They rescue the civilians before the main strike team goes in to retake the town.
It was the most unorthodox way to prove a point to an enemy army but hey, when it came to Magic Company, unorthodox means lethality and effectiveness. It also meant some weird shit everyday and stuff. Oh well. Harry never was normal was he?
When the small boat hit the sandy beach, Harry and the others immediately jumped off, checking the safeties of their silenced weapons before meeting up with Team 2 in the forest ahead of them. They met near a small trail that leads to the town.
"Alright, we have an hour to find those hostages." MacMillan started. "Don't rush this mission, but don't be slow now either. Maintain radio silence until you have your hostages. Wait for Mont Blanc's diversion before we move out. Meet at Point Alpha for Exfil. Got that? Good. Move out."
Harry carefully rechecked his M4 Carbine one last time before following. Yes he held an American Weapon in his arms. Yes M4's were only issued to S.A.S. guys. Yes this was pretty much Overkill for their side. As much as he'd hate to admit it (National Pride and all) the Yanks did make pretty good stuff (they looked so cool in combat too).
He gripped the handle tightly as the Squad split up to find the hostages they were assigned to rescue. They continued walking for a few more minutes, following the trail leading to the town but not exactly walking on the trail itself.
It was a few boring minutes later that MacMillan suddenly stopped, motioning for the rest of them to go prone. They all did so silently, but quickly.
A Death Eater was walking down the trail towards the beach, muttering obscenities and other stuff like 'being sent to patrol the beach' and something like that.
"This one's yours Potter." Harry heard MacMillan's voice in his earpiece.
Harry slowly stood up, taking his knife out while simultaneously following close behind the guy. Suddenly, he plunged the knife deep into the man's neck, making him gurgle and scream soundlessly in pain as his blood spurted from the wound on his neck. The last thing the man ever saw was the face of Harry Potter.
They continued walking on after that; taking cheap shots at Death Eaters who were unfortunate enough to venture into the woods alone.
The small trail they were following suddenly stopped as a bricked road began. It leads to the center of the town, where 5 houses encircled a bonfire that was glowing abnormally bright. They could see Death Eaters partying around the bonfire, drinking Firewhisky before pulling an innocent woman to them for their own personal use. It disgusted Harry to no end…and it made him really angry.
In the background were some hills with some houses built on them. That was Team 2's area of responsibility. It should be easy enough for them to rescue the hostages; the houses were just aligned in a single neat line. Beyond the bonfire and the partying Death Eaters was another road that led to the third part of the town. That was where the strike team would land and that was where the main fighting would be. That is if the Death Eaters don't make an escape attempt.
There were two Death Eaters guarding the street, both on each side of the road…drinking some beer. Fortunately, they had their backs turned on them, which made it easier to get a kill silently.
"This one's ours Potter. You take the one on the left, I'll take the one on the right." Harry heard MacMillan's voice in his earpiece again.
He moved forward with MacMillan following beside him. Both of them had their knives in their hands and in no time at all, they took the Death Eater's lives before pulling them towards the forest where they 'hid' the bodies.
MacMillan turned to his team after looking back at the small collection of houses.
"Alright, here's the plan. Those Death Eaters in the middle are our biggest threat. We check all the houses for any enemy or civilians. If these guys are dumber than they look, then they would've kept all the hostages in one house. After we secure the civilians, we take out the guys in the middle. Now move out."
They all followed MacMillan towards the backyard of a house to the left of the road. They automatically stacked up beside the door.
MacMillan tilted his head towards Harry, motioning for him to open the door. He moved forward quickly, twisting the door knob before opening it slowly.
They entered what appeared to be a kitchen. Broken glass and some blood were on the floor. The Dining tables legs had been broken, making the table stand on side while the other was buried beneath the broken floor.
After a quick check of the room, they proceeded to the living room, where the damage was incomprehensible. The couch, which looked like it would be comfy had it not been destroyed, had different springs popping up from it and the foam under the covers were, well, popping up as well.
"Giffen. Check upstairs."
Griffen immediately went upstairs quietly while Harry and MacTavish looked outside the window. The girls the Death Eaters had taken hadn't been harmed yet. Bruises covered their faces and bodies though. Harry supposed it was a good thing that they hadn't been raped. Once they got the hostages, they'd take care of their captors and show them how to treat a woman right.
"We're clear up here Sarge." Griffen said as he came back down the steps.
MacMillan nodded, motioning for them to follow him again. They all went out of the house through the back door again, going to the next house, going inside, checking for enemies upstairs and downstairs but still no hostages.
Harry looked outside the windows again. The women hadn't been touched, not a single finger was laid on them. It was like they were….just being ignored or something. Harry immediately backed away from the window as a Death Eater looked directly at him. The guy immediately gazed away.
"Sarge. Something isn't right here. The girls outside haven't been touched. Not one time have I seen them been touched. Death Eaters don't do that Sarge. They normally lose all control over themselves when they want to rape and have fun." Harry said as MacMillan moved towards the window to look at the women outside.
"Your right. But…what if it's just coincidence or something?"
"I don't think so. The case of Purebloods supporting Half-Bloods and Muggleborns is almost unheard of. It's also very unlikely that Purebloods would hold Purebloods for some ransom. It's just, you know, impossible. Pureblood pride is Pureblood pride. They might not join the Death Eaters, but you know as well as I do Sarge that their beliefs are the same."
MacMillan looked at him thoughtfully before trying to contact Team 2.
"Team Two, what's your status? Over."
No response.
"Team Two, what's your status? Over."
No response.
"Damn it, I can't reach them." MacMillan said.
"Mike 1 Juliet, this is Bravo 1 Charlie."
"Bravo 1 Charlie this is Mike 1 Juliet, over."
"I can't get through to team two Mike 1 Juliet. There a problem with communications?"
"Negative on that Bravo 1 Charlie. What's your status? Over."
"We're at target location but as of now, no hostages in sight. The Anti Apparition and Portkey wards are non-existent. Something isn't right here Mike 1 Juliet."
"Copy that Bravo 1 Charlie. Your orders remain though. We can't be sure if this is something we should back away from now. Over."
"Copy that Mike 1 Juliet. Bravo 1 Charlie out."
Harry and the others looked at MacMillan as he shook his head.
"Come on. We need to rescue those host-"
He was cut off however as an explosion in the kitchen nearly deafened them all.
As Harry shook himself free from the dust he was buried in, he could see flashes of green and yellow light occupying his vision.
"Get up! Get up and get out of the house! Move! Hey! Get up! Get up!" MacMillan tried to shake him from his reverie as he continued firing at the Death Eaters slowly entering the house from the large hole on the kitchen wall.
Harry gritted his teeth as he stood up, his body aching a bit. He aimed down the sights of his Carbine, aligning the Red Dot with the head of a Death Eater unfortunate enough to cross paths with him and unleashed a barrage of bullets, blowing chunks of the man's head of as his body fell to the ground.
MacMillan pulled him towards a door that MacTavish was savagely trying to open.
"There's more of them out there! They're trying to lock us in!"
"Mother Fucker! Get out of the way!" Griffen said, pulling out a grenade and throwing it at the base of the door.
"What the hell are you doing?" MacTavish said.
"Why use a door when you can make your own?" Griffen answered as the grenade exploded, showering the Death Eaters holding the door outside with wood and pulverized rocks.
"Alright alright! Get out! Out of the house!" MacMillan shouted through the noise of gunshots and spell fire.
Harry followed the rest of the guys outside through Griffen's new 'door' and went left, dodging various colors of spell fire before going into the woods and hiding behind a tree.
They fired back at the Death Eaters who managed to follow them, making them drop to the ground with multiple gunshot wounds on their bodies.
"Mike 1 Juliet this is Bravo 1 Charlie!" MacMillan screamed through the radio.
"Copy that Bravo 1 Charlie. What's your status? Over."
"We have been compromised. Repeat. We've been compromised. Intel was a false one! No hostages in the town! It was a trap! Repeat, intel was false. No hostages in the area! It was a trap!"
"Copy that Bravo 1 Charlie. Proceed to Point Alpha for extraction. Over."
"Negative Mike 1 Juliet. Team 2 is still not responding. We need to get them before we get out of here!"
"It's your call Bravo 1. Strike team is en route to your position. Objective Wolf is in effect."
"Copy that. We'll get our boys back first. Over."
"Solid Copy Bravo 1 Charlie. Hang tight. Out."
"Oh Fuck!" cursed MacTavish as the ground in front of him exploded into a million tiny particles.
Harry gritted his teeth as he fired his weapon at the oncoming horde of Death Eaters. He was trying to keep the gun study as the recoil of the rifle was too great to ignore. He hid behind the tree once again as he put in a fresh magazine into his rifle before popping out again and firing the M4 while aiming down the Red Dot Sight.
The back wall to the house they were in earlier exploded into a million tiny pieces as Griffen fired his Grenade Launcher at it.
Suddenly, out of nowhere and without warning, the houses on the hills in the background exploded in a bright yellow light. Sounds of Gunshots reverberated in the night air as heavy fighting took place.
The noise of fighting made Harry's team and the Death Eaters to resume their previous firefight. Here and there, masked and cloaked figures dropped like flies as the soldiers pumped them with lead.
"Team 1 this is Team 2. *cough* *cough*." Larson sounded tired and weak. Sounds of Gunshots and screaming could be heard in the background. "There's no hostages. Repeat there's no hostages. These guys took us out and tried to get info out of us. *cough* *cough*. We can't last much longer Sarge. There's too many of them. We-"
The communications line went dead, bringing a dreaded feeling over the team.
Harry, with a thirst of vengeance, threw a grenade behind a wall that a Death Eater was using for cover. An explosion and a cry of pain later, the firefight was over with all the Death Eaters dead.
"Damn it come on! We gotta go help Larson!" MacTavish said, jumping to his feet and running off deeper into the woods. MacMillan really had no say in this as he too ran forward, following close behind Harry and the others.
They arrived at the start of the trail where they linked up with Team 2 minutes ago when they landed on the beach. They quickly scurried off into the direction of the hills where they soon came to a make shift road made of tiny rocks.
Harry felt dreadfully scared as a house came into view. It was engulfed in flames so strong that you could feel the heat from where they were standing. They continued their walk, surveying their surroundings and staying sharp just in case someone tried to do anything funny.
The burning house's heat was unbearable now. Harry could feel his skin peeling away, trying to hide from the sensation that was starting to hurt him now.
"S-sarge?" They all heard a voice say.
They turned to their left, towards a roofless house with a huge hole to the wall on its side. Standing in front of the house was Larson, trying to ignore the pain from his bandaged leg.
Inside the house were the rest of the team. Gibbs was beaming at them happily, his body twitching uncontrollably. The Cruciatus Curse. Ah shit.
The rest of the team just looked okay. Smiling and shaking hands with them.
"Glad you could make it. What happened?" MacMillan asked.
"Well, when we arrived, there weren't any Death Eaters around so we decided to check it out. It asked Zempeli here to follow me in and we checked the houses. We were knocked unconscious and they tortured us for intel. I'm a tough nut so the guy was unlucky." Larson said with a cheeky smile. "Bastard stabbed me in the leg just for laughs and started to punch me around. Snipes and Gibbs here followed in a minute later and everything went to hell from there."
"I see. Tough bastard you are aren't you?" MacMillan said with a smile.
"Mike 1 Juliet, this is Bravo 1 Charlie. We have team 2 and are ready for dust off over."
"Copy that Bravo 1 Charlie. Hang tight, we're almost there."
ACT III: Planning Da-Day
May 8, 1997
2000 Hours
Camp Wiz, Official F.O.B. Base of Operations for Magic Company
"We could always strike here Prime Minister." Field Marshall William Von Strauss said, pointing at an image of a building built somewhere in the sea.
"Azkaban Prison? What is its strategic value to us?" the Prime Minister asked.
William kept his cool face on as he brought out several papers, each containing some details on some various locations in the Wizarding World.
"Over the years sir, Azkaban Prison has been, let us all say, a recruitment center for Voldemort's forces. Captured Death Eaters are brought here but they don't last long here as they're out by the time they set their feet in a cell. Bribery is, let's say, widespread in the Magical government Prime Minister." William said, passing on papers to the people inside the room.
"If we can take Azkaban, Death Eaters who are inside of this thing won't have a chance to bail out and they won't be able to escape, leaving Voldemort short of man power. We believe that he'll be forced to recruit people elsewhere. Our biggest bet right now is that if we invade, he'll recruit people somewhere in Eastern Europe, where the use of the Dark Arts is, well, motivated."
"I see. What's the problems from preventing us to so?"
"We don't know exactly if any important Death Eaters are inside here. What we are sure of is that there are Death Eaters inside. Probably just some grunts that were captured and waiting for their daddies to bail them out. Aurors that are stationed here are possibly Death Eaters too."
"Hmm…this is a very tempting place right here. I don't think the Magical Minister would appreciate our taking of this small island. But we are at war and their government is to be rebuilt so you have my full support. What's the plan?"
William smiled happily at the Prime Minister before he took out a map of a beach and Azkaban itself.
"As you can see here, the beach is the only place where Aurors and Prisoners get to go in and out of Azkaban. They ride a boat from this building here towards a bay on the island. What we were hoping for was an amphibious assault on the eastern and southern parts of the island. It is the least guarded and will make it easier of Spec Ops troops to breach the walls and penetrate the prison through there. The only problem is that it is difficult to navigate a boat through the rocks that surround the island. This leaves option number two which is an airdrop to the roof of the prison. If weather is okay at the time of invasion, troops would be able to land perfectly on the roof without a problem. The only problem is that a paratrooper might fly off course and land on the water instead."
"If those plans don't work, a proposed task of capturing the beach and launching the assault from there is also highly plausible. The problem is that Aurors could alert the Ministry and call for backup. We won't have the element of surprise then."
The Prime Minister groaned loudly for everyone to hear.
"What else do you have?"
William lost his smile, obviously displeased. He reached into his briefcase and smiled as he took out a folder. Ahh. Perhaps this would do.
"I think I have the perfect one Prime Minister. How about we attack multiple places all at once. Places that would leave both the Magical Government and Voldemort's forces in disarray."
The Prime Minister's eyes suddenly filled up with wonder.
"What places?"
William smiled.
"Do you know anything about Knockturn Alley and Malfoy Manor?"
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Hope you like the chapter. It's a little short I know. Next time I'll try to fix that.
For the readers of Harry Potter and the Inherited Potter:
I don't know how to continue it since I was going to write Chapter 13 as a sort of 'answer your questions' like chapter. That's why I asked you to leave and questions in the review section so that I may answer it through the story. I'll write chapter 13 once someone actually bothers to read the A/N's.
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P.S. This is just some kind of filler chapter. The real important part of the chapter is the declaration of war. The rest of the story is just…I don't know some stupid stuff made by me? HAHAHAHAHAHA