The Hills of Kent...
Hayden Voorhees...
The field was absolutely perfect, Hayden thought as his took the head off a wizard. As the blood shot up like a fountain the young man spear his arms and laughed. The battlefield is where Voorhees belonged. He turned his head and smiled as Jason split a man from temple to pelvis. The rogue wizards having realized they shouldn't allow Jason close we're throwing as many spells to keep him of balance.
"Sir, we've made progress, however..!!" A French witch attempted to tell Hayden before a spell caused her eyes to be ripped from their sockets. She fell to the ground screaming as blood poured from her now sightless eyes.
"Alice!" Screamed a young wizard who took his eyes off the man he was dueling and was hit with a AK.
Hayden lept over bodies and mist-walked over to Jean-Claude Delacour. The wizard spun on his heal and threw a bone buster curse. One moment Hayden was whole the next moment he was headless. One might wonder what it was like to have your soul leave your body for a second. Jason never talked about it felt to him. For Hayden it was like going and getting a Birdseye view for a brief time. Hayden took the moment to glance around the battlefield field before the familiar tugging Came and he was back. Jean-Claude and his captainS were staring open mouthed at the previously headless American bodyguard.
"I know, I know, what's my secret and can I teach you the answer is no and where is Jason?" Smirked Hayden
As if in answer Jason Came stomping up to the camp. Hayden did a double take why wasn't he covered in blood and dirt. Jason was perfectly clean. Not even a spine in his free hand.
"The MOM has decided to not enter the fray yet and has ordered Hero Squad to watch me." Jason spat out
"And they think you are going to listen to then. Have they met you?!" Hayden laughed
The two brothers turned and began to head back to the battlefield with the French wizards in tow. The battle reached as pure chaos around him. Jason spun on his heel his axe cleaving threw wizard after wizard. Hayden ran ducked and weaved throughout the people his sickle dancing madly around him. Jean-Claude Delacour fired hex after hex. All the while the UK wizards waited and watched from the tree line.
"We should be out there." Frank spat as he watched the French fighting fearlessly against the dark wizards.
"We cannot just run into chaos we need to listen to the ministry." James Answered before realizing how stupid the sentence sounded.
Silence stretched out Hmong the Englishmen before Sirius decided to speak up.
"So how bout we charge a give it the old Griffindor courage!" He barked out a laugh
"It does seem a shame to leave it to the French." Spoke up another man. The murmurs grew louder and James knew that it was getting out of hand. He weighed his options if they charged they had a chance of being surrounded. But if they stayed up on the hill and the French won by themselves, they would be humiliated. Alive, but humiliated.
"Though it pains me to say it is better to follow our orders then to charge down into the chaos. However, since we are over looking the battlefield we shall begin bombarding them from here. Explosion curses and massive destruction spells granted." James spoke with confidence
"What if we hit our allies?!" Nymphadora spoke up
"I'm sure the French will realize the hard choice we are making after all..." James turned and looked at the mass of Aurors
"...It's For the Greater Good."
Hayden...
Kent...
He looked up when he heard the first warning shout. Then the spells rained down. French and German alike were hit. Dozens upon dozens of wizards had their lives snuffed out instantly. One moment they were their the next gone. He tipped and stumbled over bodies and severed limbs. Where was he, there standing in the center of a group of progecto maximas. Hayden shall a dark red spell that was tinted with black flecks sailing towards Jean-Claude's blind spot. The only thoughts that ran throughout his mind were of Fleur if her father was killed. He would not be the reason his flower Cried. He mist-walked and appeared in front of the older man, tackling him as the spell hit. Heat extreme pain, the smell of melting flesh, his hair burned of then the skin. The white of his bones were shown to all. His eyes found the mans under him.
"...you saved me..." Gasped Delacour "Why when I only payed for my families protection?"
"Fleur...it was for Fleur..." Hayden said softly before closing his eyes into unconsciousness.
Above them all a mass of wizards looked down upon the devastation.
"Good Gods what have we done?!" Murmured Kingsley
James turned and Apparated home. He walked to his bedroom and toward Lily.
"James I thought...?!?" She started before he collapsed at her feet.
"It was for the greater good, RIGHT! TELL ME IT WAS FOR THE BEST!" He Cried before he disolved into sobs Lily just held him unable to do anything else.
One week later...
France...
"He's Awake!" Mi A'more!" Cried a certain witch
Hogwarts...
Potions lab...
"It couldn't be!" Gasped a potionsmaster as he gazed at a certain blood sample
The Headmasters offices of Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and Hogwarts...
A brightly colored envelope sat opened on their desks inside was the announcement of a tournament.
Riddle Manor...
A deformed baby...
"Soon my plans will come to fruition and the world shall bow to me once again. For I Am Voldemort!