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Night In The Castle: A Darkness Decided

Chapter One: Hogwarts, I'm Coming Home

His plans were great. His plans were coming to fulfillment, soon the world would bow to him and his Empire, but for now, they would allow the world to have their fun and games. They would be allowed to have ignorance for now, but soon, they would have to acknowledge the power and might of the Empire.

Organizations like the Ministry of Magic, the Order of Phoenix, and the Death Eaters, were all fighting for members and people to join their cause and fill their ranks. They were unable to gain the number of followers they needed in the short time they've had. People just did not want to fight for the dying causes of the Triad War; they wanted something new to fight for, something real to fight for. That was exactly what he'd be.

He smiled into his cup as he drank, yes, while the Ministry of Magic, Lord Voldemort, and Albus Dumbledore fought over normal rank and file men, trying to gain more and more supporters, he would come up out of no where and gain control of entire countries. Already he had gained control of China, the country with the highest Magical Population in the world, they had already euthanized the Muggle filth of their country, and soon the rest of Asia would follow their lead, and join the Empire, forever swearing their Bloodlines to him.

But not every country would cave that easily; South America and Africa had to be physically controlled with a very complicated plan. First they sent missives to every Magical Family offering them a place inside of the Empire, many people turned down the offer, not realizing what they were actually turning down. Second, in the dark of night they would send in the Blood Hunters, who were Corrin descended from Vampires, which were trained in the art of sniffing out magical blood, and they would take every magical being between the age of new born to twenty-two, when kidnapped they would then re-educate them by mind wiping them, and making them loyal only to the Empire, then the kidnapped beings would go through the Conversion Ritual, which would then turn them into full blooded Corrin.

The third step would be having young Gabrielle Delacour, use her Weather mage powers to turn the weather against the country, making the weather violent and harsh, ripping apart the land with unnatural disasters. Thousands of people were killed by this, with no hope of survival, and finally the fourth step would be to sink the land into the ocean, forever silencing the people of the country. The world had been shocked at the destruction of two third world continents that had almost always been on the news, hell, people had gone to bed the night before, knowing the countries were there, only to wake up in the morning to have them gone.

It was a brutal strategy, but that was the way the world worked, only the strong survived, and no longer was this just a fight between light and dark, no this was a battle of evolution now. Muggles evolved into wizards, witches, and other magical creatures, and those evolved into Corrin: the super species, the highest level of power, the Gods of the universe, rulers of the lesser beings.

He smiled; it was a good day to be of a higher being. It was a good day to be God. Looking around the hall showed him that it was already full, and now they were only waiting on the first years to arrive for the sorting to begin. Just from opening his mind to the room, he could sense his followers, both through the Mark on their arms, to the power in their veins. In his mindscape he knew exactly where each of his followers were, it allowed him to keep track of them, and able to bring them to him if need be, and, if he wanted he could read their minds of everything, knowing exactly what they were thinking before they did.

He smiled, Susan Bones was angry at one thing or another, across from him at the Hufflepuff table, while Luna Lovegood was content to rub her stomach that contained his two unborn children, sitting next to Padma Patil from behind him at the Ravenclaw table, and behind that were Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Daphne and Astoria Greengrass, and Blaise Zabini sitting and waiting for orders, while sitting next to him was Neville Longbottom, and Pavarti Patil and Lavender Brown were sitting across from him.

Yes, life was good. And soon it would be even better. Soon the world would tremble at the thought of the Empire, and the power they would wield. Harrison Potter smile, life was good but tonight was a good night to be a student at Hogwarts.

General Jacob Noir stood aboard the Flagship of the Empire Isengard's Fury, when he had first seen this… ship he didn't think it would fly, let alone hold one thousand soldiers prepped for battle. The ship was the biggest of the world, and flew solely on Magic, same as the weapons of the ship; it had a rounded body, with a flat top, with the cockpit at the front, The bottom had a hatch that opened up for troops to drop out of the shuttle, the back held an engine that would help the ship travel faster than anything in the entire world.

General Noir had been a Werewolf before Lord Greyback swore fealty to the Empire and had the Werewolf race changed into the mighty and powerful Corrin, and as Lord Greyback's beta, he was offered the position of General, in Lord Greyback's Legion; he readily accepted, and as such he was on his first mission. Jacob looked at the reports of soldiers and smiled. He was glad he had his job, and not the job of Theodore Nott and his assistant Susan Bones, those two did wonders with their department. They had designed and built this ship, and built many others, like one manned fighters, and large battleships like this one, but not only that, but they had discovered that while all Corrin could wield near infinite power, many weren't able to control it, so they designed the MagiRiffle, which was an automatic riffle that fired magic from the gunmen.

Of course when Emperor Isengard saw this, he outfitted more than half of the Armada with this weapon and told Nott and Bones to continue creating weapons like this. These discoveries found a divide in the Armada; most of the Armada wielded their magic through riffles, while a small percentage wielded their magic with their hands and fought with swords. General Noir was one of the few that could wield it with his own hands and was proud of that fact; he would gladly go running into battle with his sword drawn and magic reigning from his finger tips. Later on, he had received a letter from his brother Frances Noir, who worked along side Theodore Nott and Susan Bones that they had developed terms for the two types of Corrin. The first type, and more common type were the Foci; the ones who needed a focus to use the amazing power that was held inside of them. The second type and less common, were the Magi; who were able to control the power inside of them without the use of a focus.

Jacob Noir knew that as the maiden voyage of a whole new way to go to war, that a lot would be riding on this mission, which he had been hand picked to carry out, by Emperor Isengard himself, and when he had succeeded, the Muggles wouldn't know what hit them. Jacob turned to one of the officers on the bridge, "Patch me in to Lord Greyback." "Yes sir, right away sir!" the officer quickly pressed many of the buttons on the console in front of him, "Transmission received, sir." Jacob looked up at the view screen in front of him as a video feed of Lord Greyback appeared.

"General Noir, I hope everything is running smoothly?" Greyback asked calmly knowing full well that if this mission failed then Emperor Isengard would surely kill someone. "Right as rain, Sir, we have almost reached the destination, soon the Muggles won't know what hit them, and shall be cowering in fear of our mighty Empire!" Greyback chuckled at the conviction in Jacob's voice, knowing full well that he wouldn't fail this mission, the odds were on their side, failure just wasn't an option, "I'm glad to see that Jacob, which is specifically why I advised Emperor Isengard to give this mission to you, I knew you wouldn't fail us Jacob" Lord Greyback smiled at him, amused at the fact that even after all these years he could still make young Jacob Noir blush at being complimented.

"I won't let you down, sir!"

"Good see to it that you don't, a lot is counting on you! Good luck General, and may Lady Magic shine down on you and your men favourably." The view screen went blank, as did Jacob's mind. Sometimes he wondered why Lord Greyback favoured him, why he would choose him out of all the other Corrin to be ranked so highly in the armada, why he was given control of a battle ship, or more specifically the first battle ship. It was easy to say that his nerves were wearing down on him, but he wouldn't loose his cool, he needed to be calm for this mission to work, he needed to succeed, he needed the Noir Family to be worshipped like his distant cousins of the Black and Malfoy Family, he needed to prove that the Noir Family was not just some bastardized disowned line of the Black Family, they were a Family of their own! And they would show the world what it meant to be apart of the Noir Family. He would show them!

Beeping from one of the consoles in front of him took his attention away from his musings. The officer in front of the console stood up and turned towards him "Sir, we have reached the landing zone, awaiting your orders?" she asked him. General Jacob Noir smiled. Today they would strike fear into the hearts of the world. "Alert the first wave, drop the troops."

Setosi Zinanni sat next to his squad mates with his riffle in his hands. They had been suited up and ready ever since they passed over northern France, and now they were somewhere near the southern region, almost ready to drop onto some French country side town that was holding the first annual world leaders gala. The mission had been carefully constructed and thought out. It was simple really, all they had to do was drop the fleet over top of the town, and deploy the soldiers. The first waves would be dropped in and around the town itself. While the other waves would be dropped around the gala: where they would systematically take out everyone who was in attendance. In laymen's terms they were going to assassinate every world leader in attendance.

What a gruesome thought.

He grimaced as he thought about how this had come about. How the Zinanni Family, who lead the Italian purebloods had fallen to become nothing more than foot soldiers and officers in some armada. How they had forgone their pureblood, in favour of becoming Corrin. He felt betrayed. Especially since his father, uncles, cousins, grandfather, and great-grandfather all believed so much in this cause; A cause that to him which just seemed so worthless.

Setosi Zinanni was the third Setosi Zinanni of the family, named after his father and grandfather. It was something of a tradition to name the heir after their father; Setosi knew that if he ever had a son, he would name him Setosi as well, although he had to live that far first. He was angry that his cousin Blaise was able to raise herself so high in the Empire and all because she carried Potter Blood through her father, and was betrothed to Lord Black. So what? Who cared? Certainly not him, he did not think that taking over the world was a good idea at all. There were just too many people to kill, and in the long run that was just too much work.

Setosi just hated this, and everything about it. His uncles told him that he should be proud to be apart of the revolution, and that they had been spared annihilation, when the armada would go to Italy. Worst of all: he was told to accept it. Why should he accept going from practically royalty to being second class to Emperor Isengard and his Court of the Lords. He believed that his family should be at least apart of the court, but they had been refused; Multiple times. At least there was some comfort that they were a part of Lord Greyback's Legion. He was said to be fair and gratifying to work for, and Setosi would show him what a true soldier looked like.

His father and uncles, unfortunately were not so lucky, Luca Zinanni was underneath Lord Ragnok, while Selano Zinanni was under Lord Victor Moonshadow, his father, Setosi Zinanni II was under Lady Luna Lovegood, and from what he understood was that Lord Regulus Black and Lady Daphne Greengrass had fought after members of the Zinanni Family because they had heard of the families prowess. His grandfather, often spoke to him about who the last two Lords would be, because from what he had learned was that the Empire would always be ruled by one Emperor, and eight Lords. He had always thought that he would make a good lord, but knew now that this was not possible… yet. There was always sabotage. But that would be something for later. After this battle, he would bring it up with his family.

A red light went on over their head, giving the dark drop room an eerie red glow. The speakers on the ceiling crackled, "Attention first waves, prepare for drop!" all of the soldiers in the room stood up, and brought their weapons to the ready. While one with red stripes on his shoulders turned to face the room, "All right men, visors down, and weapons at the ready, time to kill us some Muggle filth!" he then turned around and ignored the chatter behind him. He was a captain with a name that Setosi had forgotten; he was obviously a Corrin with descent from the werewolves. The battle ship shook from the different air pressures in the room, the floor started to move apart, opening up to the land below, Setosi prepared himself for the drop. He felt the floor move away from his feet. He closed his eyes tightly.

And when he opened them up next, he was laying on his back on the ground.

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