House Dragoon 2.0

A/N I started writing this on another account Haddesdream but I lost access to the account after life happened. i am now going back through and adding things i feel i missed on the first go through and changing a stuff to better fit. Hope you enjoy.

Prolog : Beginning of the Beginning, end of an end.

In a place long forgotten

An elderly man lays upon his death bed, unmoving, for he is saving what strength he has left for one last task. Many loved ones sit around his dimly lit room not speaking or moving, all just watching and waiting. Their faces are lit up by a sudden flash of lightning. The clap of thunder is so close and so loud that it shakes the castle. The storm has finally arrived after hours of darkening the skies. It is so dark and dreary outside and to think it is only midday and not the middle of the night. Another flash of light appears, but this one is different from the lightning outside. It is a fiery ball of flashing light that fills the room with radiant heat. When the light dissipates and all eyes have readjusted to the dimly lit room a young man, appearing to be in his mid 20s, is standing there in their midst. The young man wears the uniform of a general worn and battered from battle; but his face does not hold the look of one who commands an army but the look of one of loss and sorrow. The young man moves to the chair by the head of the bed and takes a seat. The older man moves his head for the first time in days to look at the younger man before speaking in a rough dry voice.

"Dad, I am truly sorry."

"Whatever for?" Asked the younger man.

"For not being the son you wanted." The older man says sorrowfully.

"It's true, you did not turn out the way I wanted…however you turned out so much better than I could ever have hoped for. You have a family that loves you. You made a name for them to be proud of, one that will stand the test of time. For that I am beyond proud of you." The younger man says with tears running down his cheeks.

"But I said such hateful things?" The older man says with tears beginning to pool in his eyes.

"We both said some hateful things that day, but now I am saying this," the younger man gently grabs the old man's hand and clasps it around his wand.

"I Zadist Dragoon do hereby swear upon magic and my immortal life to come to the aid of the last living heir of the House Peverell with my full might when their life is put in imminent death…so I say so mote it be." Zadist said with finality.

"So mote it be." The old man says with his last breath and a single tear. With his final words spoken the storm outside lets loose its tears and batters Castle Peverell.

October 31st, 1981 Hidden Location

Alarms started blaring inside what appeared to be an office building, the people inside running around trying to find the source of the alarm. A man sat alone in an office with a letter in his hands reading it for what had to be the hundredth time anger burned within his eyes for the letter was sent by one James Charles Potter.

Hey grandpa Z I hope this letter finds you sooner rather than later. Myself and Moonflower have taken Prongslet into hiding. The old man has put us under Fidelius charm at his insistence and we have used Wormtail as our secret keeper. We felt Padfoot was too obvious a choice but he has agreed to be a decoy. Moonflower and I are taking precautions just in case the worst happens then at least Prongslet will survive. I write this to you for the same reason so that if the worst comes to pass that Prongslet will truly be the last of us. Hopefully this is all for not and the war will be over soon…but I fear I will not get to see the end of it. Wormtail should be giving you the secret soon.

Best wishes,

Prongs

P.s. I included a copy of our will certified by the Angry ones just in case the old man tries to meddle with Prongslet. Hopefully I'm just being paranoid.

The will was locked down in a vault on-site so that if needed it could be carried out in a moment's notice. The man just put down the letter as the alarm stopped. A female knocked before stepping in and snapping a quick salute. He waves at her to speak.

"Sir, we can't get the location of the alarm at all." She said in a panic.

"Breath. The reason being is the location is under Fidelius. Thankfully the danger was avoided and the alarm shut itself off." The man said as he waved her out.

Few days later same place

A person in a worn and battered black trench coat that falls just below their knees, fastened properly and with authority. Their coat sports a red Templar cross set in a golden badge with the words ``Semper Vigilans' ' the Ever Watchful pinned to their chest just over their heart marking the person as the Grandmaster of the Inquisitors. They wear worn battle fatigues and scuffed boots that have seen better days. The person walks with authority and people are quick to scatter and clear the path that leads straight into an office, where the security of the door is such that it opens and shuts itself before making a tight unbreakable seal.

As the tired and battered Inquisitor enters the office they look upon a man seated behind a massive mahogany desk. The Inquisitor waits to be addressed before speaking.

"Salomon, it's not every day you bring me news in person." The man behind the desk says as he slightly looks up from the reports he's reading over.

Salomon shifts to a more at ease stance before addressing the man.

"No it is not, but this news could not wait, Lord Zadist. Reports have come to me saying Sirius Orion Black was arrested for killing one Peter Pettigrew and 13 other non magical people by supposedly blowing up a main gas line. All they could find of Pettigrew was a single finger. Black was sent straight to Azkaban with no trial." He pauses before saying.

" My Lord, what would you like me to do?" Salomon asking with bated breath.

"Well let's start by being diplomatic about this and send a request for extradition to the British Minister of Magic. Then after that's sent, notify all personnel that Sanctuary will be given to Sirius Black and a trial will be ready when he is with us. Since he was not the secret keeper of the Potters he is after all innocent." Zadist said in an off handed way.

"Yes my lord." Salomon said with a nod as they turned and left.

August 18, 1994 Dartmoor England

Fleur Delacour was currently running through the campgrounds rethinking her decision to come see the World cup. Her mother and father said it would be a lifetime experience. She snorted at this thought because they wouldn't be wrong though she didn't think they knew there would be death eaters crashing the party. A spell was thrown at her as she tripped causing the spell to miss but she lost her wand in the process.

"Well don't you look lovely tonight." She heard someone sneer as they kicked her in the side forcing her to roll over. As she barely dared to look up she see a man wearing all black robes and a silvery white mask as he raises his wand he says with a dark smile,

"I think we are going to have some fun with you."

Before she could reply the man was hit with a spell sending him flying. A boy with glasses and messy black hair approached.

"Are you ok?" The boy asked with a lopsided grin.