Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter, LOTR, or Shadow of War/Mordor.
A/N: I wrote this story for two reasons: I like LOTR and I like Ron Weasley from Harry Potter. I feel he gets treated like crap due to most of the fans wanting Hermione to end up with someone else and that he got in the way (I blame the movies for that). Ron wasn't a third wheel, he was a important member of the trio.
Chapter 1
Crimson Griffon and Moon Queen
"In an age full of magic and technology, he will show the world that the blade is still a force to be reckon with.
The Shadow Aurors :
An international Anti-Dark Wizards/Deadly Creatures unit formed in secrecy in the year 1769 due to the rising numbers of Dark Wizards and other various nefarious creatures. Their occupation included doing missions deem too dangerous for the Aurors including unsanctioned operations against all those who practice the Dark Arts for personal gain.
They were given permission to use The Three Unforgivable Curses almost a good century and a half before the official Aurors were allowed to during the First Wizarding War in the British Isles. With this restriction removed, the Shadow Aurors were able to prevent a number of atrocities from occurring thanks to the information they received from torturing capture Dark Wizards and putting a permanent end to any Dark Wizards who resisted them. But due to the fact that their activities were unsanctioned, the fact remains that if they were captured by the Aurors the Ministries deny all involvement with them and the agent in question was label a "vigilante". Due to the extreme measures that some Shadow Aurors employ to fight the Dark Wizards many Ministers, in fact, some Shadow Aurors themselves had said some members of the convert task force were only a coin flip away from becoming Dark Wizards themselves.
It should be noted that if an agent falls in the line of duty or goes rogue as a few have been known to do, all traces of them are wiped clean to the point that one would think that they never even existed. This may or may not included mind-wiping anyone who has ever cross paths with the agent.
One should be aware of the fact that when a Dark Wizard was captured they weren't always killed after the Shadow Aurors got all the information they wanted from them. A number of them were mind-wipe and release back into society under close watch or simply send to a number of secret harsh living prisons that the Shadow Aurors operated around the world.
For some undisclosed reason, most of these prisons were located in Australia, which is dreadful place from what I have heard
The group was disbanded in 1915 by Minister Archer Evermonde and a number of other ministers when it was discovered that a number of agents were carrying out secret operations without their consents during the Muggle First World War against non-wizards targets; their defense was so they could end the war quickly before it poured into the magical world. But due to the ever-growing number of Dark Wizards and such as well as the number of violent attacks from monsters and other non-humans, the Shadow Aurors were revived in the year 2000 by a coalition of Ministers led by Kingsley Shacklebolt.
On a sidenote, this revival also came about due to the Official Aurors being stretched too thin to provide any effective countermeasure.
The shroud of secrecy that the organization has on itself is so great that only a handful of people outside of a country's Minister of Magic knows about their existence, and less than a dozen muggle's leaders know of Shadow Aurors as an extra precaution, including the President of the United States. In fact, upon either the Minister of Magic or Muggle's equivalent stepping down from their offices they are given a mandatory memory wipe of all Shadow Auror's operations that they have been brief on. This procedure extends to even the Shadow Aurors themselves who are injured in the line of duty and cannot return to full active status. The only other reason why this would happen to a Shadow Aurors would be that the agent somehow reaches the age of retirement and is properly discharge, which so far only a grand total of sixteen agents since the group founding and re-founding in the year 2000 had reached that point in their careers.
It is an extremely hazardous job but someone has to do it.
Any who, the Shadow Aurors themselves are quite small for a worldwide organization, only numbering around 5,000 at best in comparison to the official Aurors and their equivalents who number at least 200,000. They have seven branches which serves as their headquarters, one for each continent. The first six are the traditional mainstay while the seventh one is for Antarctica which has for many centuries been used as a safe haven for Dark Wizards, so the Shadow Aurors have a branch operating out there. They employ a number of non-human agents such as werewolves, vampires, merfolk, centaurs, giants, half-giants, and even full-blooded veela to name a few. Also, they have been known to have former dark wizards including necromancer and Blood Magic users within their ranks. They are divided into teams which can range from as few as two to as many as ten in some branches. It should be noted that every individual state within the United States has a Shadow Aurors team assign to it, though they vary in size.
I feel that it should be pointed out that the Shadow Aurors don't exactly "recruit" new members. They instead go for people who already have a notorious reputation or who happen to have a particular skill that the group needs. Above all the group likes to employ people who have "no strings attach" as in no ties to family or friends which would get in the way of their mission, and who won't go asking questions when the agent "vanishes" for long periods of time.
It it my personal opinion that the most controversial member in the organization's history was the youngest son of Arthur Weasley, who was Head of the Office for Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects at the time of this briefing, a young Ronald Bilius Weasley of the British Isles sector within the European Branch or better known through his code-name "Crimson Griffon" that was given to him due to his red hair and former status as a member of the Gryffindor house of Hogwarts; the mockery of the name was not lost on the lad seeing how the symbol for House Gryffindor was the lion, not the griffon.
His disappearance a short while before the climactic Battle of Hogwarts and his reappearance some six years later has never been fully explained nor the skills, abilities, and equipment that he obtained during the time frame of his disappearance. What is known is the fact that he uses an unusual arsenal of weapons to complete his assignments. This includes his most public weapon of choice, a black sword that somehow gave off an eerie glow while never seeming to lose its edge and could cut through any metal with the greatest of ease. Along with this he had a masterwork bow that came with a quiver, a razor-sharp dagger of a elegant yet deadly design, and a magically enhance hooded cloak.
It should be noted that these are just the more understandable weapons within his arsenal. I believe he has something known as a "Gauntlet" that he carries with him, as well as some light device, and a kite of some type or something. I myself have never seen him use any of these myself, I have only heard rumors and read reports.
I have also been informed that Crimson Griffin kept a whole arsenal of additional weapons and such within his quarters, but this has never been confirmed.
The strange thing about nearly all of his equipment it that most of them were covered in magical runes that didn't belong to any known civilizations in the magic world or the muggle world. But perhaps his most terrifying weapon of all was the way he uses his, for lack of a better word, "ghostly" abilities along with the capability to blend in with the shadows to strike at the heart of the Dark Wizard's community alongside his werewolf partner "Moon Queen", who I should point out is perhaps the second most controversial member of the Shadow Aurors due to her own personal reasons, including her extremely rare case of lycanthropy, but that will be covered later on.
On a sidenote, during various interviews/psych evaluations, Crimson Griffin have been noted to state that he has face things that would make Voldemort himself look like a first year magic school student and make Dementors look like teddy bears. I myself cannot decide whether or not to be afraid of such a thing or put the lad down for more intense mental evaluations.
Anyhow, together with Moon Queen and the rest of their team dubbed "The Misfits", Crimson Griffin would put fear into the hearts of all those who seek to fracture the peace that so many have died to achieve through the one way most wizards and witches never saw coming...the blade.
Nearly eight years after the Battle of Hogwarts
April 31, 2006
Knockturn Alley.
One of the filthiest places in all of magical England.
Here is a place where a man who doesn't want to be found could hide, for years if they have to. With all the shady characters that live in this dump, not even the Aurors dare not enter this place alone unless absolutely necessary. This made it a perfect spot for the Death Eaters remnants to hide out in.
After the Dark Lord was defeat by Harry Potter eight years ago at the Battle of Hogwarts, his loyal followers who weren't killed or imprison outright fled for their lives. With the entire Ministry of Magic and the common people themselves roused against them those that decide to stand and fight were capture or struck down where they stood. Many of those that were taken alive were now rotting away in back in Azkaban once again. But to those that have avoided capture they were planning their return. Soon all of the Wizarding World would fear the name Death Eaters once again, and all the dirty Mudblood would soon be serving their rightful masters. All they lack was a new leader who could unify them once again under a single banner.
And it would seem that they may have finally found their leader.
But for Jack Eastman that was a story for another day. That is if see live to see another day.
For he was running for his life as his chaser followed him on top of the rooftops of the shops and houses that line the alley. Thru the quick glances, he threw behind him every few seconds he could tell that his pursuer was not human. The way he jumped from roof to roof was unnatural even by the pureblood standard that Jack had grown up with. Jack joined the Death Eaters after the Second Wizarding War. He believes in the message that Voldemort was trying to bring to life, that Purebloods were the rightful rulers of this world and everyone else should submit to their will, be it by choice or by force.
But so far all he has done was be the messenger between the hidden cells located throughout London. Sure it was easy work, but boring. He wanted to be in the real action: launching attacks on the Aurors, torturing the traitors and their families, and ultimately bringing down the Golden Duo, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.
But now he was fleeing for his life and his chaser was getting ever closer.
"Hey, I just want to talk!", the figure yelled out, "If you cooperate I might let you off easy, mate!"
Jack ignore him as he continues to head for the safe house that was nearby. Inside were some veterans Death Eaters who could easily handle whoever or whatever was chasing him.
With luck, he made it to the front of the safe-house, a rundown inn, and using his wand let himself thru the ward that was protecting it. As he comes crashing into the main room a chorus of voices rings out.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you, Jack?!"
"Yeah, why you come running in here like a raving lunatic?!"
"There's something chasing me! It was right behind me!", Jack yelled out as he pointed to the door he just came thru as the sound of a ward being dispel echo thru the house. Every man in the room, a good thirty Death Eaters instantly pull out their wands and aim them toward the door.
"Now you listen here mate!", one of the men called out, "You surrender now and I promise your death will be quick and painless. You persist or try to run away and you can expect a slow, drag-out, painful death then! Now, what is your answer? You're outnumbered now!"
"Me surrender?", the voice called out, "I'll admit you have me outnumber. But the problem for you is that you're hopelessly outmatched", as a tall hooded figure casually walk into the room.
"How you blokes doing this fine lovely night?", the figure asked as he raised his hands up, "I just need you all to answer some questions for me and I'll be on my way. At the moment I couldn't care less about your homely little safe-house here. Nice place by the way."
All the Death Eaters shoot glances at one another before the one that had been talking says…
"Are you a bloody idiot?! One, what makes you think we're going to tell you anything? Two, what makes you think you're even leaving here alive?", he asked.
The hooded man just stood there for a moment before he starts chuckling a little.
"Well since you asked so nicely", the hood figure started to say, "The main reason I believe that you'll be answering my questions and why I believe I'm walking out of here alive is going to be here in three...two...one."
And right on cue, something comes busting thru the rooftop window, shattering glass everywhere as it landed at the other end of the room. Instantly all the Death Eaters turn around and pointed their wands in that direction before…
"You bloody, stupid blokes! Don't forget about the other one!" the lead Death Eater yells as half of them turn back to face the original intruder.
Only to find that he had vanished into thin air…
"Where he g-", one of the Dark wizards started to ask before his voice his replace with a gurgling noise, and a heavy thump sound rings throughout the silent room.
Two nearby Death Eaters turn their heads to see their fellow comrade slumped on the ground with a large gash across his throat spraying blood everywhere.
"W-What happen to him?!", one of them asked before outside his peripheral vision he sees a whitish figure appear in front of the man next to him. Something shine in the moonlight and just as soon as it appeared it vanishes.
The sound of something rolling along the ground reaches catches the man's attention as he looks down to see the man standing beside him head go rolling by him. And before he even heard the body slump to the ground he saw a glow appear in front of him and then he embrace eternal darkness.
Jack was freaking out at this point due to all the carnage going on about him. The fellow Death Eaters were just as cared but at least they were fighting back, sort of. The room was lit up by a swarm of Killing Curses flying all around the room, but Jack in a calm moment between his fits of panic notice that they were exploding upon impact meaning that they were hitting nothing. He also notices that the Death Eaters were just shooting wildly at shadows as the two assailants continue to decimated the Dark Wizard's ranks.
Suddenly a Death Eater's corpse falls to the ground next to him causing Jack to almost have a heart attack. After taking a quick deep breath he looks over at the body and sees that the victim's head was cave in with a fist imprint in the side of it.
"What the bloody hell was strong enough to do that?!", Jack wonder as a blur streak across the room to his left and a scream filled his ears.
Meanwhile, two of the Death Eaters were firing off the Killing Curse while standing back to back to one another….
"Where are they?! We're shooting at shadows here!", one of them yelled.
"They must be the ones all the other cells have been talking about. Thru the messengers they send us", the other Death Eater replied in a quivering voice, "The ones that have been taking out the smaller cells across the country."
As Killing Curses continued to fly through the air a voice rings out amongst the chaos.
"Hey Moon, make sure you capture one alive!"
"It's your turn to bring back a live one, Griff, I got the last one!" a feminine voice replies.
"Are you sure? Cause I could have sworn I did last time!"
"No, you just let one of them escape and I had to take off after him while you took the one I capture back to headquarters, remember?"
"That's right! Sorry about that!", the male voice said sheepishly, " Guess I got this one!"
"Well then shut up and get one!"
"Fine! How about the one who shaking in fear and not shooting off spells? He might crack easily under Juarder's treatment!"
Jack instantly knew that they were talking about him.
"I guess he'll do!", the woman agreed, "Let's clear out the rest of these guys and get out of here!"
"Sounds like a plan!" as the two sprung into action.
One final piece of information, one that I feel would be discrediting the service Crimson Griffin had done for the Shadow Aurors if I did not include it here, is how the lad marvelous skill of swordsmanship, his deadly efficiency in dispatching his enemies from the shadows, along with the nature of his primary weapon, eventually earned him his unofficial but far more famous epithet...
The Dark Blade.
A/N: So we will see how far this story goes.
