"Childe of Armageddon"
- Vindicta -
A/N: Don't own squat, 'cept the plot. Canon? *cackles*
31 October 1991 – Canary Wharf, London
Wolfram & Hart Tower
The topmost floor of every branch of the firm is referred to as 'The White Room': the meeting place, both for the different branches while not being there – meaning that when you're in the room you can interact with others that are in different white rooms – as well as the place to interact with the intermediaries to the Senior Partners.
Another function that was only known to upper management, was to act as an actual portal between dimensions. Normally, these would go to the branches that were in said other dimensions. The most unique and rarely used function known solely to the local Director, was to act as The Portal, as in The Conduit that the Senior Partners would actually step foot through.
The rarity of the last function usually meant someone was about to die horribly. More often, repeatedly for several centuries.
In the Canary Wharf version of the White Room, two presences materialized. Starting as a shimmer, a quite large white stag came through. Its initial hoof touching the floor caused a deep echoing reverberation that was felt in every branch on Earth; a magical pulse that went through each and every director. The second pulse was caused by an equally large bighorn ram that came in behind it.
Colin Westbrook, Director of the London Branch of Wolfram & Hart, visibly paled as he stiffened at his desk, firmly aware of the presences that just entered the White Room. Tapping the button for the intercom, he barked at his secretary. "Margaret, cancel all of my appointments for today. The Senior Partners have demanded a meeting."
A quick run through the lift with a dash of sequentially pressed floor numbers, with a rapid stab of the Big Red Button that appeared, and Westbrook was in the presence of two of the Senior Partners. The amount of raw power that he felt caused him to fall to his knees in supplication. "I feel your anger, my Lords. What must I do? Whom must I kill?" his voice whispered throughout the white expanse.
Echoing hooves brought the Hart in front of him. Instead of words, the giant being bent its neck down and licked the balding man's forehead, filling his mind with images. Stepping back, the Ram and the Hart gave the man time to assimilate, then were pleased to see him abruptly stand in near incandescent rage.
"Thy Will Be Done!" the man screamed before vanishing from the room.
Once he was gone, the Ram's head lowered before the being almost fully slumped into the Hart, mewling. The Hart turned its head and licked the top of the Ram's head repeatedly in comfort.
Director Westbrook entered his office after terrifying nearly everyone on the floor. His secretary didn't count, as Margaret had her emotions removed in order to be more efficient. Turning to the back corner of his office, he stepped to the place that had its own war wards against anyone that wasn't him.
All-calls were alarms in the most basic definition, which alerted the other branches. They were used primarily for when the firm was about to go on a war footing. Each one was different, so that employees could readily identify which branch or country by sound alone.
For examples: Chicago utilized a bell from one of the fire departments. New York's was similar, but used the more modern version that was that irritating loud buzzing. Rome used an enchanted horn that was supposedly used to signal Centurions in Roman times. Tokyo's sounded like a shrieking banshee. Unlike the tsunami siren in Hawaii, the most ridiculous was the Pele Alert, also in Hawaii, which sounded like a fiery female orgasm.
Pele was quite randy, you see.
A traditionalist, Colin's all-call was an enchanted air raid siren from the Blitz. Pulling his wand, he angrily tapped the activation rune. The slow starting low to high slow oscillating shrill sounded throughout the building, causing thick steel blast doors to fall over every entrance and shutter every window from the inside. Lawyers, Solicitors, Assistants, Scientists, Security… everyone froze in place with near bladder releasing fear. They all knew what that alarm meant.
"Clench your cheeks, gentlemen," Roy Meecham, Vampire head of security whispered. "Someone is about to be completely buggered."
Branches across the world heard London's air raid siren, starting with Paris and spreading out in a wave. In Los Angeles, Lilah Morgan was just like her counterparts in nearly soiling herself. And like most everyone, she was grateful that whatever was happening was happening somewhere else.
Five minutes after it began, the siren abated. There was a rather tense ten second wait, which felt like ten minutes as everyone stood in silence, before a voice began speaking.
"This is Director Westbrook of the London Branch. All Directors and Senior Staff to The White Room," the angry voice intoned. "Now."
"Someone's in trouble," Gavin Park murmured with a somewhat vindictive sounding sense of satisfaction.
The small gaggle of Directors and their immediate staff all appeared in the White Room nearly simultaneously. Seeing the Ram and the Hart, everyone held their heads down as they formed an arc, keeping to themselves.
Director Westbrook appeared directly in front of the Ram and the Hart, facing the other directors. His words were instantly translated to their various native languages, just so that there would be NO misunderstandings.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we stand as witness to two major happenings in our Firm. One is good, the other bad. The Good is extraordinary. The Wolf, the Ram and the Hart have something that has never happened in their long lives. Eleven years and three months ago, the Senior Partners gave birth to their First. Born. Son."
Wonder and a few smiles briefly appeared, before common sense dictated that things must have gone … awry.
Noting that none of the people in this room was stupid enough to speak, Westbrook nodded. "Good. You've surmised or suspected the Bad news. To put it in the most simplest terms: The Senior Partners were Betrayed." He paused long enough for the others to either express outrage on their faces, or mime it for those that felt things differently.
"As it stands, the Ram and the Hart's previous mortal forms were annihilated by a Dark Sorcerer, while the Wolf was framed outright for their murders."
This pause was a bit longer as indignant shouts announced the impossibility.
"Right now, the Wolf is imprisoned in Azkaban, WITHOUT the benefit of a trial!" he bellowed.
Silence permeated the room, but the fire had been started. Mental assessments and jockeying for being allowed on the legal team began. This was Huge.
"There is worse news," he continued in a hissing whisper. "Hawk, first-born son of the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart was kidnapped. The home he was placed in was designed to mould him into a slave."
The Italian Director shrieked in distress. The one thing she had to give up was her ability to have children over eighty years ago. "Who has done this? Who are the Dead People who shall be TORTURED for this OUTRAGE?!"
"Legal teams are to assault the British Wizarding Government on multiple fronts. Bartemus Crouch, former Minister Bagnold and Albus Dumbledore incarcerated the Wolf to remove him from the possibility of raising the Hawk. As for the Hawk's current location, he is already attending Hogwarts. While he is there, our first order of business is capturing the Dursley family, Vernon, Petunia, Dudley and Margery… Live if possible, but we will have necromancers on standby just in case. After they are placed in one of our holding dimensions, our legal might shall descend upon Magical Briton with the force of God's own Hammer."
O'Toole, Westbrook's Irish counterpart, spoke the obvious question. "May we know the mortal name that the Wolf is currently utilizing?"
"Sirius. Orion. Black." was the slow reply.
"Holy Shit!" Marcus Weldon, the New York director, summed everything up in a rather loud explosion of noise, before looking boldly up at the Ram and the Hart. "James? Lily?"
The Hart nodded and transformed himself into James Potter. The Ram changed into Lily Potter right after, and everyone took as step back as they felt the wrath the Ram was emanating.
Her scarlet hair was a whirling nimbus. "Capture the Dursleys in any way you see fit," she hissed, "but there better not be one hair out of place on Petunia's head." She paused to take in everyone in the room. "SHE'S MINE!" her voice reverberated throughout the assemblage in a deep multi-voice.
James put his hand on Lily's shoulder to calm her, then turned to the others, his own voice reverberating but a touch of a quiet menace instead of an overpowering bellow. "You have your orders. Get the Wolf, Sirius Black, out of Azkaban Prison; secure our son, the Hawk, Hadrian James Potter from the legal manipulations of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Wolfram and Hart is going to lay a swath of destruction through the Wizarding Briton the likes of which even God has never seen."
There was a pause, as emotions flared, before Lily lost her temper. "MOVE!"
A/N2: Childe of Armageddon Challenge
BtVS/AtS/PotterVerse Crossover
Sirius, Lily and James: Three people who were revered or reviled, depending on who was asked. Three beings who became human, as was their custom every century. Sometimes they were heroes, sometimes they were villains, but they were still the Trickster, the Punisher and the Protector.
This time two died, while the other was imprisoned. And, the significant difference with this incarnation was that a child was born of the three. A first for them.
Each time they became human, they were born with magic. Gender was an afterthought, as they were above such things. Their animagus forms were similar for every cycle. One was some form of Canis, one was some form of Ovis, while the other was some form of Pecora. One century it could be a dog, a goat and an elk, while another it could be a fox, a gute and a moose... or even a coyote, a dall and an ibex. Last time it was a Grim, a Goat and a Stag. Regardless, they were always the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart.
And someone stole their first born son... Hawk.
God Help Us All
Guidelines:
- Grey / Dark Grey Harry
- False Prophecy to hide the Actual Prophecy
- James and Lily come back to free Sirius, and help him remember what he is.
- All three are biological parents of Harry.
- All three rescue Harry from #4, using their cadre of Lawyers.
Restrictions:
- No aligning with Riddle or Dumbledore
- No Weasley Pairings for the Anti-Heroes
Suggestions:
- Three parents will most likely want two mates for their childe.
- Pairings? H/Hr/Luna, H/Hr/Daphne, H/Hr/Padma, H/Padma/Daphne... Honestly? If it's Harry and two girls I won't care. Please let them be smart?
- Either permanent resurrection for James and Lily, a-la Darla, or semi-solid projections that can interact with people.
Everything else is up for grabs.
I would like to read about the look on Albus' face, when he realizes which law firm is after him, though. *cackles evilly*