Yay I finally have enough free time to get back into writing with all the quarantine shenanigans going on currently! Stay safe and wash your hands! I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own the WEATHER and its associated characters. Anywho, on with the story!
Prologue: Hallow's Eve
Kellend stood on the deck of his ship, his pride and joy, the Maelstrom. One of the most advanced air-to-sea hybrid battleships in the WEATHER's fleet. He had joined the WEATHER (the Wartime Elite Autonomous Taskforce for Helping Eliminate Rouges) 20 years earlier, when the so-called Dark Lord Voldemort first became dangerous. He quickly climbed the ranks, becoming the High Commander's right hand, and earning the moniker Lightning.
His reminiscing was interrupted by a loud beeping from the bridge, a signal of an incoming communication request. Heading in, he saw that it was from the High Commander, Michael Brooks, otherwise known as Thunder.
"Yes High Commander?"
"Voldemort's been vanquished Kell. The Potters are unfortunately dead, but the boy survives. It's time for you to put your plan into action. Move on the hideout you discovered. And do try not to kill too many of them, yes?"
Kellend smirked. "Of course Mike. I'll head in tonight, take out as many as I can and leave them gift wrapped for the Ministry to take care of however they wish. Lightning out."
"Good luck old friend, Thunder out."
After disconnecting, he turned his ship towards the location of the Death Eater hideout he had discovered and he was off.
After 3 hours of flight, he leapt off the deck, blue coat fluttering in the wind, and activated the cushioning charms on his boots as he hit the ground, and he was in. Quickly taking out his wand, he rapidly fired off curses at the now attacking Death Eaters. Tying many up, blasting others into walls as well as unconsciousness, and killing several others.
After the battle was finished, Kellend searched the hideout, being drawn towards what sounded like a crying child. He arrived at a room where a small girl of about two years sat, crying. He knelt down.
"What's your name pal?"
"K-K-Kimmy… G-Granger."
"Well Kimmy Granger, I think it's high time we got out of here."
Her joyful smile made it worth whatever bollucking Kellend was going to get from his superiors. Scooping the child off the ground, both returned to the now landed Maelstrom and headed off for the next great adventure.
Thank you so much for reading, the next chapter should already be up (considering I uploaded them at the same time) so you should be able to read the first proper chapter of the story. Thanks again for reading, be sure to R&R, and I will see you all later!