Hello, here's chappy 3, little bit early so yay.

Some more information released about the past, do let me know if you think there's a better way for me to slide in such information, if how I'm doing it is too boring or too wall of texty.

I still haven't revealed who the mother is... It's not an OC so feel free to speculate. Oh and not Ginny, she is very much dead.

Enjoy the chapter.

07:35 AM. Outside the Grand Inquisitors tent.

Narcissa Malfoy did not like rushing, it was undignified, it made one look sloppy and disorganized. It was plebeian and unbecoming of a Malfoy.

So needless to say she was sporting a light blush as she appeared at the Grand Inquisitors side after having to run to catch up to her. "Madame Fleur, I have the parchmentwork." She wheezed out. Holding a stack out to her superior.

"Remind me to schedule endurance training for you, Narcissa." Fleur said, grabbing the parchments, flipping through them quickly. "Being out of breath after such a short run is nothing short of dereliction of duty."

Narcissa's face flamed brighter at the humiliation of being called out, "Yes… Madame." She replied, trying to plaster back on her polite disinterest face, failing as Fleur looked her over critically, Narcissa gulping, wondering what else she had done.

"You went through Hogwarts I recall from seeing your grades…" Fleur asked, holding the parchment work to her side as she scrutinized the increasingly failing to appear impassive young blonde.

"Yes… Madame?" She answered, wincing at how hesitant she sounded. Merlin, where was her equilibrium.

"Correct me if I'm wrong… Does Hogwarts not include considerable weaponry lessons and physical fighting and endurance tests?" She asked sharply.

Narcissa gulped, shit, she thought. "Yes, they do indeed count for a minor portion of your grades." She hedged, how in Merlin's name was this more important than dealing with the news of a Burning Legion presence on the planet.

Fleur smiled, it was not a kind smile. "You will give me the name of the instructor that falsified your grades." She said with a swish of her long silvery blonde hair as she started walking away. Narcissa quickly following, face burning, eyes to the ground. "You will give training your all, if I believe you have not reached a satisfactory physical level in three months time, I will discharge you from the Inquisitorius."

"You're not… Kicking me out?" Narcissa breathed out with relief. Her father had hated her career choice. He'd hate it even more if she failed at it. Malfoy's did not fail!

Fleur smiled wryly, "Managing to falsify your grades, no matter how self defeating and ill l thought out, is still a minor achievement."

Narcissa could feel the knot in her stomach that had twisted itself at the beginning of this conversation start to loosen. She looked the Grand Inquisitor in the eyes, preparing to thank her for giving her this chance, when she spoke straight into her mind. And train your occlumency shields as well, girl. Did you bribe every teacher? The Grand Inquisitor scoffed in her head, before breaking eye contact and continuing on her way.

Narcissa had a heated retort on the tip of her tongue and swallowed it with difficulty, silently following behind her superior. I was second in my class, she fumed to herself.

The same process repeated itself, they were scanned at the entrance, checked over twice at Fleur's insistence, their leader informing the guards to double check everything twice for the moment. Not sharing the why, Narcissa shivered, wishing she didn't know the why. The Burning Legion preceded them on this plane.

Kaela Shadowspear looked at them impassively as they entered her cell. The woman had been kept decently comfortable despite the arm restraints. Allowed to walk and move around in the small cell.

"Narcissa. Do you remember the procedure." Fleur stated quietly, cold eyes assessing the Night Elf, the woman looking more discomforted as she realized something had changed.

Narcissa nodded silently, bringing out her wand. 11 inches, Hawthorne, with unicorn hair. She walked over to the silvery runes inscribed in the stone wall. This was one of their cells capable of holding a werewolf, brought out of stasis to be placed into this temporary cavern. She tapped the rune, feeding it her magic in a specific pattern. If she performed it incorrectly silver would flow out and encase her as a living statue. No pressure.

The runes lit up, one more for each pulse she sent through. The prisoner staring at them, feeling ill at ease as Fleur simply glared at her with disdain, tapping her wand on her leg impatiently.

Silver flowed out of miniscule holes that opened in the walls, chains forming that grabbed the shocked night elf's limbs, placing her at waist high level in the air, in the middle of the cell, limbs stretched out with no give. Silver crawling over her body, holding her head in place, locking joints in place. Runes flashing off them as they set in, becoming practically impenetrable.

Fleur dragged her wand up the prone prisoners body, finishing with her wand tip right over one of the prisoners eyes. "We've received some distressing information recently. As you've continued to refuse to volunteer information… I have now received the permission needed to get it. At any cost." Fleur said quietly, "I take no pleasure in the task, but neither do I shy from it. Will you please volunteer on your own to share all you know about this world."

Kaela Shadowspear blinked, not able to do much else, a determined look coming through in her eyes.

Narcissa shivered as she felt the air change in the cell. Fleur sighing quietly.

"So be it."

"Could we not try another potion? Make her think we're friends for example?" Narcissa stated hesitantly.

Fleur shook her head, "With all our ingredients in stasis until we are safe enough to plant them and build greenhouses, we can't afford to waste potions. She already resisted Veritaserum. A lesser potion is just waste."

Narcissa gulped, Fleur had said that out loud in front of a prisoner. The only reason any information would be shared like that in an interrogation, instead of through hand signals or speaking directly into her mind, was if the prisoner was to be put to death after.

Done explaining, Fleur returned to her work.

Narcissa didn't know what to do about the praise she received after, that she'd lasted a whole hour before puking.

She was maybe starting to understand why her father had almost imperioed her to keep her away from the Inquisitorius.

18:00, Evening, Legion HQ tent.

"This is not an ideal situation." Draco Malfoy said slowly, pacing back and forth in front of the Legion commanders, hands behind his back. "Ideally we would have scouted the area more, sent saboteurs and assassins, disrupted them, made them paranoid and weakened before we hit them. Make them fight among themselves, weakening their position. "

"The Malfoy special," Arjun Kumar, said cheekily, occupying one of the seats in the front. As the Primus of the 3rd Legion he was one of the more senior commanders. In an army where the life expectancy for the past twenty years had been 6 months for any commander, Arjun had survived the past 6 years. Only two others had survived longer, Draco was one of them.

Draco's lips twitched for a moment, "Disregarding that breach of protocol, our doctrines were completely devised for the Burning Legion. We are going in blind." He warned, the Terrans army being based on smaller mobile squads, very unlike how armies fought here from what little information they had received. The information packets from the Inquisitorius only revealed tidbits of information for their viewing pleasure so far.

"Well, it's the goblins we're facing, isn't it? So won't be all that different, I wonder what will be though..." The Primus of the 4th Legion, Salim Dioup pondered out loud. The large black man stroked his beard slowly with his enchanted prosthetic hand, as he always did when he was thinking deeply.

Draco's face hardened, "Do not make the mistakes of believing it is the same thing. We know next to nothing of their magical or physical capabilities." He warned. "This operation needs to be fast, and all encompassing. We will suffer casualties."

"Any reason the time table changed? I thought we had two weeks to scope out and figure things out." Susan Bones scowled, the Primus of the 5th Legion did not look impressed with what she was hearing. She had spent the past 11 years as a Primus, only Draco beating her for years of service alive. She'd probably be his second by now if she also didn't have a reputation preventing her from higher command.

Draco shared a look with his actual second in command, who shook his head sternly. They exchanged silent signals, twitches in their faces and eyes, the tilt of their heads. Before Draco shook his head and turned back to the rest of them. "Classified." He said sourly.

There was some grumbling at that, they quickly settled down. They were professionals, they knew what need to know was.

"Alright, let's start with the basics." Jin Xianling, Draco's second, said sharply, a map detailing the camp and surrounding area appearing in the air before him with a wave of his wand. "Legions 5 to 7 you're on home duty." He glared down the mullish looking commanders, "This is not negotiable, the entire realm's children, knowledge, flora and fauna is contained within camp. 3 legions are staying!"

With a flick of his wand the sigils for 5 to 7 took their places around the camp on the map. "Legion 1, you will go here," He placed the sigil on the map. There is a path through the mountains there to the land called Ashenvale. You will clear the area and block the entrance. Nothing comes in, nothing leaves."

"Parameters?" Ruger Van Holt asked, the vampire Primus of the 1st Legion calmly taking in the map, eyes glinting.

"If it moves. Kill it." Draco said shortly. They would not make nice with the locals this way, but they could not risk the Legion finding them while they were protected simply by some light wards and tent city. He hesitated slightly, "If it's not a goblin and seems sentient… Attempt capture, only if you feel it does not adversely affect your combat status however." He hedged, knowing Harry would prefer to avoid diplomatic troubles with whatever other races existed here that weren't Legion connected.

Jian waited a breath to see if anyone had another question before continuing. Moving the sigils for the 4th Legion to the pass leading out of the Windshear Crag as it was marked down on the map. "Same orders, no one comes through the pass, in or out."

Salim nodded his head, "We will not fail, " he said simply.

"That leaves… Legions 2 and 3 for the attack." Arjun Kumar said pleasantly. The Indian rubbed his hands together, pleased with the outcome.

"You'll also be working with the Woflpack and the Gryffin squadron as backup. Send them where you need a hammer." Draco said dryly, "I will lead the homefront. Jin is taking the pass, Ruger, you have the command of the Ashenvale entrance. And Arjun, you have six hours to come up with your plan for your attack."

Arjun grinned, "I'll have it done in four, " He said confidently."

Draco rolled his eyes, before turning to the side of the tent. Observing the three quiet Centaurs. Kneeling inside a silencing circle to allow for maximum concentration. Centaurs needed no wands or runes for their particular brand of divination. It was an open question whether their magic worked on Azeroth however.

The lead Centaur Arella opened her eyes, calmly rising up and exiting the circle when she felt his gaze. She bowed her head slightly to Draco, which he returned respectfully. Arella was the head diviner for Camelot's armed forces and had been invaluable for many years now.

"Everything speaks in this place, the trees, the wind, even the dead. Our magic still works on this plane, but it was… Difficult to cut through the noise." She spoke slowly and calmly, hands held before her. Her long white hair covered her chest to avoid distracting his men. Something which had eventually taken a royal decree to enforce. The Centaurs found much amusement in wizarding prudeness.

"You did succeed though? You got something for me?" Draco asked brusquely.

Arella was well used to his demeanor and simply raised an eyebrow, "Of course, Legate. You will suffer the fewest casualties if you attack at dawn." She bent down so her face was closer to his. "Also you'd have a much more happy and healthy life if you accept the invitation to dinner next tuesday." She tutted, with a motherly smile.

Draco scoffed, shaking his head. "Plan for the attack to be at dawn, go inform your men." He noticed Susan Bones glaring at him and sighed, "And your women, to prepare for battle. Dismissed!" He called out, refusing to entertain the mothering of the Centaurs. He did not date…

Draco stood silently, glaring at the map as the various commanders and the Centaurs left the tent, only Jin remaining behind. The man had been Draco's right hand for the past five years after the death of his previous second, Daphne Greengrass.

"They shouldn't be difficult, mercenaries, miners, engineers and traders." Draco murmured, the itch that was always present in his burned side particularly strong today. "Yet… We know very little of this world, it's magic and threats. And we'll lose lives to that."

"Death in battles is inevitable." Jin said, the older man having lost five sons when China lost their enclave towards the end of the war. The fighting retreat saved two thirds of its people, by sacrificing the last third. Jin having fallen unconscious trying to keep the wards together before they fell, the only reason he hadn't joined his sons.

"These deaths will be pointless, avoided if we spent another week or two getting the lay of the land." Draco complained bitterly. "Death is something we're bloody well accustomed to, I hate wasting men when we shouldn't need to."

"It is a heavy burden, carrying the deaths of your men on your back. It is the burden of command." Jin said with a heavy sigh. Laying a hand on Draco's shoulder. "We can see the light at the end of the tunnel, we have a new home." He reminded softly, squeezing his shoulder.

Draco's eyes were distant, "Yes, once we've covered it in blood." He whispered, remembering twenty years of battles. Thousands of names lost, engraved into his soul. Astoria…..Daphne….

"You are messing everything up!"

Harry barely had time to realize that a tiny gnome had somehow appeared in his tent before a flurry of killing curses and two disembowelment curses flew towards the little person from his bodyguards.

The gnome pulled at her pink hair in frustration, face scrunched up, time stopping, right before the spells connected. Harry's stance changed as he summoned the sword of Gryffindor in one hand, the elder wand falling into his right. That level of time manipulation… He eyed her warily.

"You are very frustrating!" The gnome huffed, "Do you have any idea how much time I wasted having to mess about to figure out how to get through all these wards?" She placed her hands on her hips, glaring at him. "Well I'll tell you! Way more time than I wanted to!"

Harry made a mental note that their wards apparently worked against whatever time controlling species this was. And to remind Hermione to strengthen them. "What are you?" He asked cautiously.

"I'm Chronormu, but you can call me Chromie. Now go back, shoo, back where you came from." Chromie said, making shooing motions.

"You didn't answer what you are. You are not….One of these gnomes. I can tell." Harry ignored her ridiculous request, there was nothing for them on earth.

"I am of the bronze dragonflight, keepers of time. And you mister, have really thrown everything into a tizzy!" She chided. Letting out a big harrumph.

"I apologize if we have made things difficult, but the world we came from is dead. We can not return." Harry stated diplomatically, not lowering his weapons. He mentally noted down dragonflight, it would need to be researched immediately.

"You can't stay here." Chromie said, almost sounding apologetic, but there was a hardness underneath, there would be no negotiating with this being. Controlling time, how arrogant.

Still Harry delayed things as his thoughts raced, "If you can control time, can you not turn our world back the way it was before? Then we could leave."

Chromie shook her head, "I can't do that, if my powers could work on your plane I would have already gone back in time and removed your ability to travel here." She stated testily. "This will be much simpler if you just see sense, mister."

"Thank you for your information." Harry said politely.

She brightened, "So you'll do it?"

"Obviously you can't control time very well inside my wards. Or you'd have really seen this coming." Harry mused out loud, opening a portal under the gnome's feet, the magic still not having dissipated since they arrived on planet so recently, allowing him to easily reopen the connection. The gnome fell through with a shouted curse. Not able to stop time again when already in a stopped time state.

Time resumed it's normal pace as several curses hit empty space, scorching the area. His guards frantically searched for the intruder. He held his hand up. "She's gone, dealt with for now. Please have someone send for Archmage Granger immediately." He turned troubled eyes on the spot the gnome had stood on. Where there was one, there would be more eventually. How long would the banishment of the gnome to earth hold back these time keepers.

He would not let them force his people back to a dying planet.

He'd put his trust in Hermione. If their wards already worked on these beings, she'd find a way to make it so they could not interfere with their people.

Maybe once she did, he'd let this… Chromie back across, explain the new situation to her, send her to their leader. Hopefully avoid a full on war with these beings.

And if they were really dragons… He really didn't look forward to explaining why dragon parts were an essential product in Camelot.

Shortly before Dawn.

Draco Malfoy put on his uniform, the enchanted leather still fit snugly as he stood in front of the full length mirror. His dark green uniform reminded him of what felt like ancient times now, Slytherin seemed so long ago…. His hand briefly touched the ruined side of his face, the things he had lost since then… The things he'd had to do…

His armor consisted of a black full body undersuit, leaving just his head uncovered. Enchanted with temperature regulation charms as well as charms for comfort and vanishing of bodily processes to allow one to not take it off for long periods of time.

Over it he wore leather pants, enchanted with toughness and durability in mind, able to dilute kinetic force as well as minor magical attacks. Dragon scales protected the knees and ankles, giving further magical protection. They'd be able to take several physical or cutting attacks before losing effectiveness. The pants were completely sealed, sturdily attached to his combat boots.

The chest piece, a piece of several layers of heavily enchanted leather. Dragon scales were usually the final outer layer. Draco had basilisk skin, a boon from Harry. On his back the shield every soldier in the Legion had, on his hip his sword. Every legionnaire had to be proficient in one mundane weapon. Whether sword, axe or other. Enchantments didn't work very well on iron or steel, luckily they had a whole goblin nation and pureblood relics worth of stash of goblin silver. The Inquisitorius had earned their status when they'd ripped the process for forging it from those traitorous blighters minds.

Arms and hands were free of scales, just enchanted leather for ease of movement. All sealed together to prevent contamination. Draco reached out a hand and softly touched the seven golden circles connected to each other in golden lines. Four on top, three below. The emblem on the right side of his chest. The reminder that was on every uniform in the army. The emblem that stood for Camelot.

Hogwarts…. The Great Britain and European magical enclave. The leaders of the war and home to the largest amount of magicals.

Castelobruxo…. The Brazilian and South American magical enclave. The repository of flora and fauna of the magical world.

Ilvermorny…. The American and North and Central American magical enclave. The political and civilian government hub and home to what was left of the ICW and MACUSA.

Uagadou…. The Ugandan and African magical enclave. Home to the majority of the magical races and Camelots repository of relics and knowledge.

Nanjing Ministry of Magic…. The Chinese and Asian magical enclave. Home to the largest enclave of non-combatants and a backup repository of texts and knowledge.

Canberra Ministry of Magic…. The Australian and Pacific magical enclave. Secondary magical enclave for magical races and backup repository for flora and fauna.

Damascus Ministry of Magic…. The Syrian and Middle Eastern magical enclave. Secondary enclave for non-combatants and site of the first Legion academy.

Only three enclaves had still remained when they had finally won and banished the demons from earth. Hogwarts…. Castelobruxo….. Uagadou….

They had survived so long together. Only to lose two enclaves in the final year of the conflict. Nanjing to a fluke, an earthquake destabilizing the ward stones just enough the demons got in before they could reset the wards. The demons managed to summon more of their kind, completely negating the wards. At least there they had managed to evacuate two thirds of the enclave to Uagadou. A fighting retreat where the soldiers died so the civilians could get away.

Ilvermorny just disappeared in a ball of flame in a nuclear explosion when Legion scientists accidentally blew up half of North America while playing around with nuclear missiles. Not even Harry's wards able to prevent the pure destruction of atomic weapons, plural, hitting them. All an accident. It had been a bitter pill for Draco to swallow. His wife had been in the American enclave at the time on Wizengamot business. An accident… After twenty years of war and fighting. They lost over thirty thousand people not due to fighting, but due to incompetence. They had been so close to getting out of the war scot free… Astoria….

He sighed, twenty years of war. And now he had to lead more men and women to their death. He had grown bloody tired of doing this. Even one casualty was one too many anymore.

He activated the enchantments that tied the uniform together, that sealed it completely, the cowl appearing around his head, a face mask covering his mouth and nose. The cowl was the heaviest enchanted, to protect the head, it also assisted them with night vision, the mask was able to breathe through any gas or poison. Well in their old world anyhow.

Draco deactivated the cowl after reassuring himself it worked. He'd be leading on the home front. They needed to be able to see his face, as it was. He was wearing his uniform due to protocol. In case the battle made its way to camp. He rather doubted that would happen. Yet, since he made the protocols he could hardly flaunt them either.

He stepped out of his temporary quarters into the war room. Seeing the dark green of the military, the black of the Inquisitorius, the blue of the ministry. Uniforms all on for the occasion, as was proper. By the table in the middle of the room he spotted Harry and Gabrielle. Both talking quietly as they surveyed the giant sandbox in front of them. One of the more helpful contributions of Hermione Granger.

"Draco…. You alright?" Harry asked softly as he approached. His king, the lone person in the tent not in uniform of any kind, simply wearing a red and gold casual robe. Bloody Gryffindors… And annoyingly perceptive as usual.

Draco plastered his customary sneer on his face, "Don't be ridiculous, I'm a Malfoy."

Harry smiled wryly, eyes flickering back to the sandbox. "Of course, what was I thinking…"

Functionaries moved around them, periodically placing their wand to the table, updating it, moving forces into a new position as information came in. Tiny sand people forming up on the sand representation of the Windshear Crag.

"No forces are engaged as of yet." Harry murmured, eyes intent on the sandbox. "I am sorry that I was not able to give you more time, Draco."

Draco scoffed quietly, using his wand to zoom in on different areas, seeing the disposition of his troops. "When have we ever gotten what we wanted?" He said bitterly.

Harry said nothing for a moment, before letting out a deep, weary sigh, "When indeed..."

Draco noted the time, almost dawn. He put his wand to the runes surrounding the sandbox table. "Authorization, Legatus Malfoy."

Magic runes seeped across the sand, rolled over it like a wave. As it went the forces and land pictures in the box, expanded into the air in a holographic display. Draco controlling it, spinning several unrelated parts off. Sending each part of the attacking Legions off to the three different stations surrounding their central table. Each had one of Draco's general staff directing the display that showed real time casualties and progress. Tied into the uniform of every legionnaire and fed back to headquarters. One table would follow Legion two, one table would follow Legion three. And the last table would follow the irregular units, the wolfpack and Gryffin company.

It annoyed Draco that while the Legions followed proper Latin wizarding history, as they should! Harry had muggled up the irregulars. Commander Bell instead of Primus Bell. Same with Lupin and his beasts.

He shook his head, concentrating on what he was doing as he turned the main table into a bird's eye view. Giving him the full picture the Primus on the ground wouldn't have. His staff able to direct information to him from their tables, helping him control the overall picture. Ministry staff pulled in simply as messengers, to not waste strength of combatants in sending off patroni to the commanders when Draco needed to update them or change their orders. He would have used house elves, but even with access to education the little blighters still talked in a way that made proper military communiques impossible.

Also Granger still fought tooth and nail to keep them away from the military due to their habit of dying rather than retreating.

"Magic, it never ceases to amaze me." Harry grinned, leaning into it, the red holographic magic reflecting in his glasses.

"War, the ultimate tool of advancement." Draco said quietly. Eyes taking in the information in front of him. Correlating it with the plans Arjun had drawn up. "He's going with scenario four. It indicates there are a lot fewer enemy forces in place than expected."

"I'd say that's good news…" Harry said, he then exchanged a look with Draco. "Except if they're not where they were on scouting… Where are they now?"

"Even a blind house elf could figure out we were attacking with our movements. So I'd wager… They're cooking up a surprise." Draco said unhappily. He turned to the nearest messenger standing at attention waiting for orders. "Message for Commander Bell, priority one. Take to the sky, find those missing goblins, now." He whirled around snapping an order to the next man, "Send a message to Primus Arjun, tell him I've detached the Gryffins to find our missing friends and to adapt accordingly."

"I should be out there too…" Harry said, itching to go help, to be back where he was most comfortable.

"I will stun you." Gabrielle warned dryly.

Harry just smirked, watching his old rival now friend confidently take charge of the war room. He wasn't really necessary here, but he felt it was his responsibility to see this, as he had given the order. "You would try." He said teasingly. Although Gabrielle was a beast with a wand, she wasn't at his level, she lacked the power to go further.

His face darkening as the assault started, one of the lights denoting one of his people winking out. The first casualty. So quickly too. Trap most likely, he thought to himself.

It was at times like this that he really hated being a King.

He heard someone swearing in French behind him which could only be Gabrielle. He closed his eyes feeling a migraine magically appear. "Gabrielle." He said very calmly. He had felt the patronus appear, whispering to the head of his royal guard.

"Yes, your Majesty?" Gabrielle said with a strained voice from behind him. Draco flicking his eyes their way in concern, but ultimately returning to the battle.

"If you are about to tell me my kids are misplaced again…" He warned, eyes following the display in front of him. Where people, his people were taking lives and some of them unfortunately losing theirs. "In the middle of pitched battle…" He continued very calmly. Really there was no reason for all the staff to take a step back. He was calm. "You will add their guards to my schedule as my… dueling partners…"

"Consider it done." Gabrielle said with a wince.

"Oh, and Gabrielle…"

"Yes… Your Majesty." She answered with a resigned voice.

"Add your name to the list too." Harry ground out.

It was at times like this that he really hated being a father. Like he didn't have enough people to worry about already. At least Ivy and Sirius were nowhere near this level of headache inducing. Yet. He wasn't looking forward to them aging at all. 8 and 10 were quite old enough.

"Find them. Now!" He ordered. Calmly. Very calmly. She immediately apparated away.

There really wasn't a need for people to scramble away to the corners of the room. He wasn't letting out that much magic.

Draco sent him a look, before barking at people to get back to their Merlin damned jobs.

Harry wondered briefly if it was legal to transfigurate his kids into snails. Just to keep them in place for a while.

He was the king, he could probably pass a law or something.

Joshua Granger swore as he apparated back and fired off a quick trio of blasting curses to disperse the abominations before they got too close. The rotting looking goblins and gnomes blown into so many pieces. The little shits had come from underground, avoiding his senses until the last moment, when he heard them dig up.

The operation had been going smoothly. Two Legions worth of soldiers was overkill, six thousand men and women, against what was thought was less than two thousand goblins and assorted pests. There had hardly seemed to be any casualties. Any that happened came from sheer luck as the goblins pulled off something weird with their gadgets or Azerothian magics.

The Wolfpack spent most of the battle hanging back. Primus Arjun not seeing a need to deploy them, to Joshua's disappointment.

Then they'd suddenly been ordered into the fray due to reports of goblins able to infect anyone they harmed into some sort of half undead form, absolutely rabid and wild. A whole squad died when a member turned on the rest after a minor scratch suffered against the rabid goblins.

So here they were now, the wolfpack unable to use their best abilities as getting up close with these enemies were the height of stupidity. So they were cursing instead of ripping apart their enemies.

Joshua fired off another blasting curse as another goblin jumped out at him from behind a rock, having smelled him coming. He shielded himself to protect from the rain of body parts and gore. Not sure if the infection could spread from simple exposure. The Wolfpack didn't wear the same armor the legionnaires did. Preferring to travel light, their skin when they transformed so magically resistant it usually wasn't a problem.

They were fighting their way up from a lake onto a overlook near a giant water wheel, where the abominations seemed to originate from.

Joshua was in the rear, due to his lack of seniority. He itched to get to the front and get to be part of the squad taking down whoever was doing this. But he had his orders. Protect the rear, ensure his pack didn't get surprised from the back.

These undead or half undead things could have been dealt with in seconds with the aid of a necromancer. Too bad petitioning the Council of Knowledge for a necromancer involved over 700 pages signed in triplicate, a magical oath and a mindwipe after they did whatever it was they did. Made it fairly useless for a military engagement.

He sighed as he took aim to blast another goblin stumbling out from behind some rocks up ahead, there must be several passageways down for them to have avoided his seniors. His 4 man squad arrayed within few hundred feet of each other.

Before he could blast this one apart, two sets of cutting curses cut its head and torso in half. Making the rotting abomination fall apart. Joshua quickly turned around wand raised high, he wasn't smelling any of his pack nearby, his other rearguard he knew was just a few hundred yards up. Somehow he also hadn't smelled or heard someone coming up behind him…

"No… You can not… This isn't happening." He said desperately, pointing his wand at the two grinning royal children. He had met them for the first time just yesterday when they had to come and beg the pack for their wands back. The king stood sternly right behind them the entire time.

"Hey, Josh, something right?" James Potter said cheerfully. Not armored or anything. In a pass of zombie goblins. Joshua was having trouble thinking of anyway he wouldn't get executed for them coming anywhere near this.

"You can't be here! This is a Legion operation!" He said with an eye twitch as the other Potter twin hopped up on a rock, making herself a visible target for anyone up ahead. He surreptitiously layered three shields in front of her, just in case. She just rolled her eyes at him.

"C'mon, we read the briefings too!" Lily Potter said with a smirk, "We know our side's going to win, so what's the big deal?"

Joshua wasn't sure if it was legal to hex a royal princess, he guessed probably not. "Those are classified…" He said for lack of anything else. "Please get down from that rock, princess!" He implored, all senses strained to prevent any surprise ambushes. Zombie infected princesses were definitely grounds for execution, he was pretty sure.

Lily scoffed, but jumped down, twirling her wand in one hand, looking up the mountain path with shining eyes. Joshua felt like his career was slipping away at the sight. Definitely going to get executed! He thought, trying to think of anything to make the twins go back to camp.

"Classified, that's just like, a word for please open and read me." James Potter said pleasantly, walking up to his sister and fist bumping her. "So what's up this mountain then?"

"Something cool, I bet!" Lily said excitedly before Joshua could open his mouth.

"No! Very not cool!" He managed to get out, stepping ahead of them and waving his arms in an x. "Nope, not happening."

"I hope there's more zombies." James said, smacking his wand into the palm of his hand, eagerly looking up the path.

"I bet I can kill more than you!" Lily teased, making to step around Joshua like he wasn't even there.

"Stupefy!" Joshua blinked in shock as he saw the absolute outrage on the princess right before the stunning hex hit her and knocked her unconscious, his own shields dissipating before the hex hit. Did he just do that? He whimpered slightly. He had just hexed a royal princess. Oh he was in so much trouble. His career!

His senses screamed at him and he sidestepped a curse, rolled away from another and shot out a stupefy and incarcerous immediately by habit. Moaning out loud as he saw the royal prince hit the ground with a dull thud.

Forget executed. He was going to have his soul bound to a lavatory or something for this

Joshua fretted over the twins, keeping an eye out for any enemies while debating on whether it would be better or worse for him to reenervate them. Eventually deciding that he'd be less likely to mess up even more if they were quiet and unconscious. Worst thing was he knew his squad had the hearing to have heard everything that just happened. And not one of the wankers had come to help!

Thirty minutes later his pack came strolling down the path. Gerenzo Wrenchwhistle, a leper gnome that had been trying to spread his plague around to the goblins of Windshear Crag to defeat the invading legions had been killed by Teddy Lupin himself.

Teddy came over, squatting on the ground next to the unconscious twins. "Well… You've always wanted to meet Harry, Granger. I bet this will do it." He said cheerfully. His face turned into a replica of Harry's and he made a funny face at him.

Joshua wished the earth would just swallow him whole. Who wanted to meet the saviour, the bane of the Dreadlords, the chosen one, for attacking his children. There were so many better ways to die.

He wondered morosely if he could choose which lavatory to be soulbound to as the twins were picked up, a patronus message sent off, and his pack all poking fun at him as they started to apparate back to camp.

He'd heard the last person that actually hurt his kids had gotten a fate so horrible people couldn't even speak of it, it was that bad.

AN:

To clarify, yes they are horrible brats. They've been completely sheltered, in a bubble as far away from the war as possible, while hearing stories about the Marauders and Weasley twins and their own dad's adventures.

so yeah spoilt entitled brats to the max. they're supposed to be unlikable at this point.

next chapter will deal with consequences of their behaviour.

Way I see it. Harry with his Dursley upbringing and fighting a war keeping him away more then a normal parent, completely sucks balls as a disciplinarian with his kids. Now he has no choice but to drop the hammer.

they interfered with a militaty operation. they will learn and grow throughout, they won't be this bad for much longer.