Powers that be Chapter 10, a X-overs + Harry Potter Crossover fanfic

Chapter 10

Powers that be

Helltanz's notes: Paul you get to see the flyer, or read rather.

Disclaimer: This is Fanfiction, if I owned Harry Potter do you think Books 6 and 7 would have turned out like they did, I would have had the decency to not include an epilogue, eh enough ranting, I don't own any series referenced in this work of writing.

Chapter begin

This was not the way the sorcerer liked to start his summers. Finally the American branch had made the report, and what a report it was. Harry scowled. "I am quite frankly unsure whether to kick your ass or give you a commendation." He growled out. This was beyond ridiculous.

The Cwn Annwn American branch leader winced.

"On one hand you acted with out authorization, rashly I might add, on the other you procured a valuable resource." Commented the Sorcerer. "Really stealing an American Nuclear submarine." He barked. "I am surprised the media hasn't found this out yet."

"Officially to the outside world the ship has already been decommissioned and scrapped." Stated Jean. "The United States Armed Services Committee is classifying the information. The ship doesn't have its ballistic missiles sir, at least the ones the US built. They have no idea we can build missiles our selves. However they are looking into the possibility of terrorists using the reactor to create a dirty bomb, on the other hand they suspect it might be rogue elements with in the military."

"Oh yes that is obvious that they would think that," Harry commented drolly. "Silenced forty fives, no one sees a thing minimal casualties, you didn't go in through the front gate, in fact there were no suspicious parties entering at all. Do you know what that looks like; it looks like a damn SEAL team decided to hijack the sub." Harry ran his palm across his face in frustration. "If the US wasn't being so damn good about covering this up I would be furious."

"Yes sir." Murmured the American.

"However the US in regards to hopes of keeping face has chosen to continue denial of the truth, in favor of claiming the sub has been scrapped, so for the moment things appear to be all right." Stated Harry. "Well the sub is safely stationed at one of our bases so we are in the clear. In the future though clear things with me first." The sorcerer sighed. "All right now that that fiasco has been handled fall out we have work to do before Julio Ides." He muttered. The fifteenth of July, Harry would curse if it were not so unprofessional, things needed to be put in place to deal with the I C P O. "We need to be ready for the operation in Lyon, so every one be ready." He remarked

The conclusion to the month of May was just as annoying. Term finished with as intended Harry in second of his class, as typical Elaine made a fuss, presumptuous wench, sure she was nice looking, and yeah she was intelligent but if she didn't come off on top she raised a stink. It was funny at first now it was just annoying. Harry sighed as she glared holes into his face. She sniffed jerking her head to one side before walking off with her friends. Harry rolled his eyes and set off to where Jean was waiting with the limo.

"Sir." He greeted calmly ignoring the stares.

"Hello Jean, I take it things are all right." Stated Harry.

"As all right as they can be." He comments taking his seat.

"What happened?"

"Gun fight south London automatic weapons fire between four sides."
"Four?" the sorcerer inquired.

"Was two then went to three then we got involved." Elaborated Jean.

"Who were first?" Harry questioned.

"King James, the others Latino FN FAL mostly for them, English Police got involved soon enough." The Frenchman continued to explain.

"And?"

"Cwn Annwn Snipers cut down the two later sides at long range."
"Wonderful. What else happened?" he inquired

"King James fell back and the police are picking up the pieces." Jean replied

"Retaliation for shooting Sanchez." Commented Harry. "This can't be tolerated. I do not want to act immediately but we must not allow this, Sanchez was foolish enough to try and push the English out fit and he paid the price but this can not be tolerated." He semi snarled. "Sanchez's master is retaliating out of an attempt to safe face with his own liege." He commented idly.

"Orders sir?" Inquired Jean.

"We teach them a lesson their Government is corrupt, they are used to their drugs being left alone, we give aid to two friends with one kill."
"The Afghanis?" came his query in response

"Yeah, have birds in the air with fire bombs burn some plantations." Grinned Harry.

"Don't turn into a Rebel sir." Commented Jean stiffly. "Or adopting their speech patterns."
"You really hate Ben's speech." Stated Harry smirking.

"Bison is annoying as well, then again." Huffed the Frenchman.

"Yes, yes, I am aware of the proper speech debate." Harry stated bored. The sorcerer didn't bother to continue the debate was stupid in his opinion but it was better than some other arguments that they could have.

"I will make the preparations." Stated Jean back to business.

June began and plans continued smoothly, all in all Lyon would go off fairly well, stupid I C P O command would be a blaze of flame. Harry idly twirled the ball point pen, in other news stolen Aircraft under the control of the Cwn Annwn had started more than a few fires in south America, on one hand the native drug dealer cartel owners were furious, and by extension the ruler of them all, especially when Harry had the eviscerated bodies of their men who had been sent to England returned with the claim to the arson, and the warning any further stupidity would result in additional unpleasantness, and on the more pleasant side the more friendly drug dealers, if they could be termed that, were pleased immensely by the damage to their competitors for the north American market. Happy friends meant more cooperative friends, friends whose business rivals had some 'problems' meant friends could strengthen their own expanse, both of which were good for the future.

A loud bark interrupted Harry's musing. The sorcerer rose, his magic establishing contact with the hound.

"Welcome back." Muttered Harry. The current location was in Wales, like the other towers it went to the sky and below the earth and was extensively protected, however like every other regional headquarters it went beyond this base was a fairly large complex. All in all a number of the Cwn Annwn were present the attack against Interpol was a major move, not the biggest but it was up there, there were a couple bigger ops, the whole fiasco in Rio the year before counted among them, but this was not that, that campaign had struck against a rival group of similar power.

Harry idly tossed the pen in the air, when gravity did its thing the pen landed in the small box Harry had retrieved the pen from in the first place.

"Sir every one has arrived." Chimed Jean's voice.

"I am aware of that, I am heading down." Responded Harry.

The briefing room was identical to the one in France well almost it was larger. The commanders stood at attention. "Hello everyone." Harry greeted. "As you know the International Criminal Police Organization has decided to attempt to combat the organizations in Europe, sadly they have decided to cross us, this can not be allowed, and for their stupidity we will hunt them down like hounds upon stags." The sorcerer snarled his eyes becoming almost luminecent. "This is only the first in a much larger operation, we will hit Interpol headquarters in Lyon in full assualt form."
"Sir is this going to be another Rio?" asked a man in his late twenties.

"Murphy plays it that way, but it should not, no major festivities taking place, so if the violence spills over we won't have obnoxious amounts of civilians in our way." Responded Harry. "and the I C P O is not like the enemy in Rio." He added.

"Sir air support." Stated Mihkail.

"He's right, once we make our way out we are going to have heavy air cover. In fact we intend to use the wizards to cover up our mess." Harry stated.

"Sir?"

"Isaac explain if you will." Commented the sorcerer.

"Of course Master." The red haired lesser, though still superior to many of the others in the room, Sorcerer bowed. "Once we fall back we will unleash several of our own dragons against the enemy, civilian casualties will be high, however Hive forces will also be assisting." He elaborated. "The wizards will arrive after we evacuated and erase the memories of what happened." He smirked. "Gauss explosives are planted for good measure, and one of our Arab friends is more than happy to claim responsibility for our handy work."

Harry turned to the intelligence specialist. "Jean personal grugdes can not be brought in to this, however that said, if you get the chance execute Ivan Barbot in retaliation."
The frenchman nodded.

"That said, we hit them hard don't take unnessacary chances though." Harry commented.

"All teams in position sir." Reported the Cwn Annwn Lt.

Harry glanced at the French Sky. "Give the word. Snipers take out the guards."

"All forces green light." Even silenced Harry could here the sound of the sniper rounds the varying police goons slumped to the ground. Two rocket propelled grenades sailed through the air.

Explosions filled the air.

"Sir commencing sonic weapons fire." Commented the lieutenant.

The high frequency weapon could not be heard but its effects were obvious. Glass shattered and police fell down clutching bleeding ears some even had blood escaping from their eyes and noses. 'pity its only a prototype.' Mused Harry.

"Sweepers moving in."

"I can see that." Muttered Harry watching the black heavily armored figures advance. "We should have brought more armored vehicles." He stated. A massive explosion rocked the building standing there was a large humanoid robot, and imperial titan summoned, additional Astares surrounded it and advanced on the exposed flank, Harry observed Eldar summoned troops were preparing to move as well.

"Come on." Ordered Harry. The shock troops bowed and complied. The sorcerer closed his eyes his body convulsed, spasming for a moment before changing into a more adult body. The now 'adult' cocked the AK 74u and started across the street.

Harry understood that it wasn't advisable to go into the fray on the front line, people worried, even if in truth if he went all out he was unstoppable or as close as could be, he was the leader, but at least in this form it would not be as suspicious.

Harry were this any other time would have liked to admire Interpol headquarters… however like the gangsters of America's twenties in the films say, time ta die copper. Or how ever it was said. Harry let loose a three round burst into an unfortunate man's back.

"Parking floor secure sir." Crackled the radio.

The sweepers had fanned out and were eliminating any police they came across.

"Sir." Greeted the grey eyed sweeper.
"Brandon." Harry returned the greeting from the lead sweeper.

"Floor secure target is on the sixth floor." He stated.

"Well then that is a bother." Harry murmured. "Astares."

The Space Marines, both Chaos and Loyalists saluted.

"Our target is five floors above us. Eliminate any hostiles you come across."

The radio crackled to life. "Sir Helicopters attempting to escape, orders?"

"Deploy Hinds shoot them down." Barked Harry into his head set.

"Affirmative sir air support moving in." came a thick Russian accent.

"Mikhail's nephew is leading air support?" inquired Brandon.

"He's is almost as good as Mikhail himself." Acknowledged Harry. "In a few years he may be first tier."

"He is already second tier sir." Commented the leader of the sweepers.
"That is why we are waiting let him prove him self." Responded Harry walking toward the stairs the Marines had taken earlier. The sweepers and Harry's shock troops moved behind. Brandon was akimbo pistol style, two magically enhanced Jericho 941s, Harry silently thanked foresight for flat space enchantments, glancing at his own AK 74, of course everyone had similar things one their guns as well, that was the main reason it had taken so long to prepare.

The radio crackled to life again. "Sir Jean is storming through fourth floor he and his squad our exchanging heavy fire with a squad of police."

"Damn it. Re direct an available anti material sniper team to provide support." Growled Harry. Jean was after Barbot. Harry switched frequencies "Isaac meet up with me on the third floor."

"Yes master." Came the reply

Harry smirked the tech teams were entering the building already, and the whole city was blacked out from the rest of the world, another reason this had take so long to set up, they had ninety minutes to pull this off and get out of here, well more technically since the LC had generously provided another attack or three.

Harry stormed past the door lethal intent and magic saturated the air around the sorcerer. Brandon William Grave, head of the Cwn Annwn Sweeper corp and his elite hand picked squad followed close by.

Harry readjusted his compact AK 74 switching it to one hand, and drawing his second pistol, typically he only carried his MP 444 but in these situations a back up helped to be some what greater in this case a Jericho 941f chambered in 41 Action Express with compensator and tactical light, Brandon's idea.

Harry swept the AK across the area as a precaution and continued his assent up the stairs. Third floor was… a mess… would be putting it lightly… in fact calling it a war zone… would also be a gross understatement of the truth.

Harry motioned for Isaac to fall in and resumed his march up the stair smashing the door was a simple feat. Automatic and semi automatic, with an occasional intermittent spatter of shotgun fire filling the halls. Brandon and the Sweepers of the Cwn Annwn moved in opening up on the rear. Jean was squared off in a gunfight with another Frenchman, Jean's forty five spat a round catching the other man in the chest.

"He's dead." At the distance of a measly five yards the forty five had went straight through the man's torso.

"Yeah most people wouldn't, not that close, you would think he would have worn a vest." Agreed Brandon

Harry advanced sweeping the area for any other police. "Jean."

"Sir."

Good he was calm. "Secure the floor for the techs." Harry ordered.

"Yes sir." Jean motioned for his own squad to move.

"Sir."

"We are moving Brandon. Lets go." Ground out Harry.
Fifth floor was clear but from the sound above sixth was still heavy fighting.

"Sir we're approaching fifty five minutes." Came the Lt over the radio.

"Acknowledged what is the status of Air Fire."
"All green in transit and on schedule." Came the voice on the other end, Charles.

"Good, enroute to target one floor above."
"Affirmative eminence." Responded the doctor.

Harry moved up the stairs again.

"Status report?" he inquired over the radio. "They have themselves barricaded inside some kind of armored door sir one way in same way out."

"Phase a flash bang or concussive grenade in there and have an Astares rip the hinges off that damn door."
"Yes sir." Responded the man on the sixth floor.

"Lets go."

"Sir what about the above floors?"

"We'll ignore them we get the information and we leave." Stated the Sorcerer.

Harry stormed through the door nodding to the Cwn Annwn. "Status."

"Bought to breach, sir." Commented the squad leader. "Do it."

The strange metal packs attached to the blast door sank through.

"Three… two… one…"

A large, even by Astares standards, space marine ripped the door open.

A movement distracted the entering armed men, apparently some one had been smart enough to wear earplugs, his shot was a bit too high either way.

A burst of fire erupted from guns of the assault team, one of the CQB specialists' shotgun peeled a way a large portion of the man's face's right side.

"Secure them." Harry ordered indicating the unconscious, with a frown.

"Yes sir."

The tech priests were rounding up the computers.

Harry tapped his head set. "Charles. ETA?"
"Twelve minutes out, recovery beacons in place."

"And the package?" inquired Harry
"Ready." Replied Charles. "It will inflict some serious damage to the street as a by product." He added.
"I am aware of that. Dragons will handle the rest."

"Field integrity estimated at ten minutes." Reminded Brandon.

"All right every one we are leaving." Ordered Harry. "Everyone to Evac."

The majority of the strike force had been summons, so in truth only a small number of Hinds were present.

The field collapsed onto its self.

"Fast mover sir." Stated the Lt. "Its our MiG." He announced.

The ground exploded igniting the streets.

Additional aircraft came into sight massive transport copters, their crates opened and Dragons descended.

"Hive forces are in play." Announced Charles.

The dragons were massive creature, black and purple carapaces covered were scales had been there faces changed, their claws had become scythe like talons, their tails some had been made to resemble clubs the others scorpion like stingers, spines, lethal looking barbs, decorated their backs.

"This is going to be good." Whispered Julia exited.

The Dragons formed in to an inversed V formation and attacked, little known fact about Lyon it houses a rather extensive magical community, one which when attacked by 'strange unknown dragons' would draw response, thus memory erase.

The five dragons unleashed a synchronized blast of bio plasma in place of flame from their mouths. Then the large creatures swept down and divided up the targets, the Dragons true objective was not death but intimidation, they would wreck the stores and retail outlets and such, in truth they were only supposed to turn their attention to the wizards once Law Enforcement arrived, or the non magical military arrived.

"Get us out of here." Ordered Harry.

Dimitri nodded and the Helicopters rose up flew away, hidden from view by the Chameleon enchantment.

"I want the report on my desk by noon tomorrow, after that every is cleared for a break." Remarked Harry.

Chapter conclusion

Helltanz's notes: And that people concludes 'year one', the attack on wizarding France plays a part in 'year two' not that any one knows Harry has anything to do with it, at least not yet, but the primary wizarding focus will be elsewhere.

As for the stolen submarine it is the USS Lafayette, SSBN 616. Named in honor of French Noble and George Washington's adopted son.