Harry and the Americans 6
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HP, OR ANY OF J. 'S CHARACTERS, BUT MY CHARACTERS ARE MY CREATIONS!
The door swung open to reveal the Delacour family. As Mrs. Weasley ushered them inside the house, there came a crash from the kitchen. As the women (including Gabrielle and Mrs. Delacour rushed to find the source of the sound, Mr. Delacour spoke to Harry, "I have wanted to t'ank you for rezcuing my daughter Gabrielle."
"Think nothing of it, Sir; I was just doing what was right." Harry replied.
"Well, we weesh to 'ank you anyway." Mr. Delacour replied.
The two walked to the kitchen to see what had happened, and it turned out that Ginny had surprised one of the WOLF soldiers, who had dropped a cast iron frying pan onto the floor. The next few hours passed in a blur of organized (sometimes not so organized) chaos. As the shadows that marked the start of nightfall began to lengthen, Molly began shooing everyone out to the long tables that had been placed in the yard, Harry watched as Mrs. Weasley levitated a cake, shaped into a large version of a snitch, out to the table. As the friends gathered around and gave Harry his presents, he felt a welling in his heart, like a geyser of warmth and light. As the party began to die down (as we all know happens to parties), there was a surprise appearance of the Minister of Magic.
"Harry, I would like to speak to you, Miss Granger, and Mr. Ron Weasley. Privately." he said.
"Sorry, Minister, but that is not an option, as it would violate our orders." Josh said. The minister looked at the man. Now, Josh was wearing a tactical vest with his pistol holstered on one side, and his sword at the other. The minister could see the surprising lack of emotion in the American's eyes.
"Minister, these are my bodyguards, supplied by the United Nations, Magical branch, you may be familiar with them. They have deemed your ministry a threat to me, and they believe that I will be the one to destroy the Dark Lord. A view which it seems you do not share. Their orders are to kill anyone who they perceive to be threatening me or my friends. Now, we can talk over in their camp, or not at all minister." Harry said. At that moment, the minister noticed that there were four other extremely well-armed soldiers standing, hands on their weapons.
"Very well, I see there is no point in arguing with you. Lead the way." the minister said. They walked to the campsite, where, under the watchful eyes of the WOLF soldiers, Harry and his friends sat down across from the minister on some of the Adirondack chairs that the WOLF soldiers used for their campground seating. Once they were all seated, the minister began, "I am here because of Dumbledore's will. He left you certain items, and they had to be checked for illegal magic. But here we are. To you, Ron, he left his Deluminator, to you, Hermione, he his copy of The Tales of Beetle the Bard, and to you Harry, he left the sword of Gryffindor, which unfortunately, we cannot give you, because it is an important magical artifact. He also gave you the snitch you caught in your first quidditch game." Scrimgeour said as he pulled the items out of a bag. As he handed Harry the snitch, Scrimgeour spoke. "Harry, Dumbledore was an extremely gifted and powerful wizard, and he may have hidden something in the snitch. We need to know; it may be the key to defeating You-Know-Who."
"Minister, I mean no disrespect, but if you had not spent so much time stripping down deluminators and golden snitches, you might have been able to see what was going on. If you had listened to me first, when I came to you, several years ago, telling you that He was back, you could have done SOMETHING about it, but instead, the ministry denied everything. I am sorry Minister, but I will not help you out of a mess you created, you let Dolores Umbridge stay, and she has made it her job to alienate me. Minister, the ministry has made it perfectly clear that you do not want me around." Harry said calmly.
"Harry, I understand where you are coming from, and I-"
Harry cut the minister off, "Minister, I have made myself clear, I will have nothing to do with the rat-infested, contrite, lying, useless, inefficient, and ridiculous; Ministry of Magic. You do not understand." Harry held up his hand, where 'I must not tell lies' was still etched." Minister, the ugly, fat, bitch you call Dolores Umbridge did this to me, and yet you still keep her on, in fact you promote her. You make me sick."
"Now Listen Here Boy," Scrimgeour said, raising his voice, and then stopping at the sound of six unmistakable *click* sounds of the hammer of a firearm being pulled back, and the Minister could tell that these weapons were enchanted. (It may have something to do with the fact that the rounds (aka "Bullets" were glowing with a very menacing red light…).
"Minister, take your hand out of your jacket, otherwise these men and women will be forced to assume you are reaching for a potentially deadly weapon and will then end your life in a very messy manner, and no one wants that to happen." Harry said calmly.
"Very well, Harry, but expect no help from the ministry. I am done here." with that Scrimgeour strode away angry. The click of safeties followed in his wake.
"While we are here, Harry, we want to give you your birthday gift." Argentum said, and handed Harry a box, wrapped in camo paper (of course). Harry tore off the wrapping, and found that there was a S&W .44 magnum revolver, with a gold lion engraved on a black background. Harry picked it up out of the box, and immediately it felt like his wand, an extension of his will.
"Thank you." Harry said, as they walked back to the party.
"One should have a weapon that fits them, not one that fells uncomfortable, the more uncomfortable a weapon is, the more dangerous it is to the user." Josh said. They arrived back at the party and cleaned up in silence, the visit from the minister having killed the party more effectively than a shotgun blast to the head.
The day of the wedding:
Harry got ready, and the wedding went off without a hitch, He danced with Hermione long into the night, when suddenly, Kinsley's Patronus appeared. "Ministry raid is imminent, Evacuate the guests immediately!" before disappearing.
"ALL RIGHT, BEGIN EVACUATION, HARRY, HERMIONE, RON, CHO, FOLLOW ME AND ARGENTUM, RAMBO, JOBADIAH, GET THAT HELO INTO THE AIR, WOLF TEAM AMERICA WITH ME, DIAMOND FORMATION. GWEN, LORA, START GETTING THE GEAR TRANSFIGURED, SAS, REAR GUARD ACTION, WE WILL MEET AT RENDEVOZ ALPHA NINER ZERO DELTA." Josh bellowed into his radio headset.
The Americans formed a perimeter around Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Cho. The Submachine guns in their hands, coupled with the black body armor and rather threatening looks allowed them to clear a path to the Black Hawk helicopter. Once they were sure that their charges were inside, they took off, and flew in low over the ranks of newly appeared death eaters/ministry staff. But the return fire from the house and party area seemed to be having some effect, because the death eaters were being forced to take cover behind solid objects. The Black Hawk circled around and Josh swung one of the door-mounted miniguns around and began spraying a lethal hail of enchanted steel-jacketed lead at the crouching death eaters. He stopped firing after a 20 second burst, and the crew flew off towards the rendezvous point, Harry's mansion.
Meanwhile, once the SAS were sure the civilians were safe, they piled into the Humvees and tore out of the area towards the rendezvous.
The death eaters pulled back and left after searching the property and finding nothing, leaving behind a ruined celebration and several rather large blood smears from their own people. They disapparated back to the Malfoy Manor, and Voldemort was waiting for them. He looked at the bedraggled, bleeding, bullet-riddled minions, and said, very softly," What happened?"
"My lord, they were ready for us, and they had some sort of magical projectile that punched through our shields." one of the death eaters said, nursing a .45 in wound in his shoulder.
"How many did we lose?" The dark lord asked.
"Five dead, and ten critically wounded, then the rest of us with nonfatal wounds."
"Could you tell what they were shooting at you?" Voldemort asked, his voice becoming dangerously calm.
"No, at first we suspected guns, but there was no noise, and they were travelling too fast to be bullets." one of the death eaters who had served in the military said.
"We must discover what these spells are that can pierce shields and do such damage, for they would be useful for us." Voldemort mused. "First we must recover our strength."
The helicopter landed in the courtyard, and as the rotors spooled down, the doors slid open, and Harry, Hermione, Josh, Rambo, Jobadiah, Gwen, and Argentum jumped down, MP-44s coming up and out as they checked the LZ, out of ingrained habit and training. Harry and his friends were close behind, their own weapons out and in firing position.
"Well, that was a close thing." Ron said. Poor Cho was looking at the pistols and submachineguns with a mixture of fear and wonder in her eyes.
Hermione nodded, "Yes, now, can we put these weapons away so we don't scare Cho so much?" and she was the first to holster her SIG P229 .357 that she had pulled from her back holster. One by one the soldiers slung their SMGs on their backs and/or holstered their Desert Eagle .44 magnums.
"Cho, you will share a room with Ron, unless you want your own room." Harry said.
"I'll sleep in Ron's room" Cho replyed.
"Ron, if you would show her to her and your room, I want to go over some things with Hermione before we hit the hay." Harry said.
Just then four Humvees pulled in, two with smoking holes in the side form spellfire. They came to a screeching halt as the gates rammed shut. "MEDIC" came a shout. The Americans rushed out to help pull the wounded out and set up triage. Harry and Hermione rushed down as well. Ron and Cho were already in bed, and "Sound Asleep."
Five of the SAS soldiers had minor wounds that needed some tending, but one of the soldiers, Lisa, had a five inch deep slash across her lower right abdomen, and it was spitting blood. Argentum was applying pressure, and Josh was murmering spells, a look of intense focus on his face.
"What was she hit with?" Hermione asked one of the SAS troopers, Mat
"Nasty bit of magic, a slashing spell, some sort of arc of solid air. If she had not been behind the Humvee door , she would have been cut in half." was the reply.
As it was, by the time they had stopped the bleeding, they had used up four blood-repleneshing potions, and the entire front of Josh and Argentum were bathed in blood. "Ok, let's debrief in the morning." Argentum said…