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All things considered things had been going better than Maka had feared but worse than she had hoped.

For the past two weeks students from Shibusen had been rotated between long stints of field duty and short rest periods at Hogwarts and some of the other smaller staging areas they were employing.

During that time she and Soul had spent time examining reports and directing from a distance.

Coordinating the web they were weaving over southern Britain.

It had not been without it's casualties though.

They were unlikely to lose anyone but every day that past the civilian casualties mounted.

It was going to be a war of attrition fought with guerrilla tactics as they struggled to pin down their enemy's disparate locations while trying to eliminate them before they could cause too much damage.

As the Dementors were unable to get to slowly began to move north they would be pass through cities and towns filled with countless soon to be victims.

It was unavoidable but the dementors were too spread out to make other options viable and most cities and towns with sizeable populations were already occupied.

Soon it would be time to push. This would be where the real battle.

With a sigh Maka ran a hand through her hair and leant back in her chair wearily.

There was much to do and they had only begun.

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Every day as more news of new deaths and other countless atrocities committed by Voldermort's forces, so too did dozens more reports flood in of dementor attacks and kissings. In many ways it was worse than what Voldermort was doing, he might torture you, kill you, but even he couldn't touch your soul.

In the end he had been as successful as the ministry had at controlling the fowl creatures. Unable to control them they now ran out of control.

Breakfast at Hogwarts had become a grim affair as they waited for the black ministry owls that they had come to dread.

Times were bleak and the students looked to those from Shibusen for reassurance.

They looked exhausted what little they saw of them but ongoing stories of Shibusen successes and the accompanying lack of casualties or interference from Voldermort lent people hope.

Things at least seemed to be going well on one front.

Things changed very quickly.

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Two months past the start of anti-dementor actions those at Hogwarts witnessed the reality of Shibusen life. It was a dangerous and all too often short life.

Rushing her through the doors as people hurried to get out of the way a young Meister's teammates carried her on a stretcher as she lay bleeding out.

Blood was pouring from her throat despite her partners best efforts. He ran alongside the stretcher hands clasping a torn cloth around her neck trying to stem the bleeding.
It was a losing battle though; her throat had been slit completely around and his efforts to stem the blood flow didn't seem to be working and there were tears in his eyes.

One of her teammates sported a missing arm, blood still dripping from the bandaged stump. Another didn't seem to be able to use her legs and was being half dragged by her now one armed partner who had his remaining limb wrapped around her.

Madam Pomfrey who had been nearby at the time came running snapping of spells left and right but nothing she did did anything.

"Won't do anything," the one armed boy shook his head, "there's nothing you can do, it's not that kind of wound."

He turned to Maka as she came striding quickly around the corner.

"It was supposed to be just a routine sweep."

"One of the one's on the Shinigami's list was there; we managed to kill it but only just."

"We got word from Deryn as we were coming back, the warning was only added onto the list after we went in, we didn't know at the time."

"It wasn't something 1 Stars could have handled, we lost two during the fight and Aurora died on the way back, we sent a message to team 4 to secure their bodies."

"Shit," Maka let out a curse, "We'll handle it."

"Deryn, no one goes in or out without my orders! Make sure everyone knows."

"Soul go check it out make sure there isn't anything else we don't know about lurking about."

The two who had being following her nodded before leaving to carry out their orders.

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An: Updates with this are probably going to be slow but I'll continue writing. Sorry for the short length.