Butcher of Walpurgis and the Queen's Marauders
Harry Potter One Shot
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"Tell us the story of your grandfather Harry!" They begged and pleaded.
"You want me to tell you my grandfather's story?" I asked
They all agreed I should and to tell you I wasn't going to but then I realized through my mage sight ability that we were being watched by the magic of the Goblet of Fire. Apparently my name had been drawn and they didn't know I existed so they used the Goblet to see what I was up to. I could recognize a few faces on the other end like my parents and good old St. Dumblefuck himself.
"Alright I'll tell you the story of The Butcher of Walpurgis and the Queen's Marauders. Listen closely because I'm only telling the story once tonight." I explained before settling in.
"Charlus Potter, my grandfather, was possibly the strongest, most brave, and greatest man to have ever lived. He grew up in a time of war and became an auror right out of Hogwarts. He ascended through the ranks quickly thanks to his talent, skill, and blood status. He went on to head a special task force and later became the Head of the DMLE."
"Like many young, strong, and powerful men my grandfather too heeded the call to battle and joined in the fight against Hitler and Grindelwald. They were both fans of the Occult so it was no surprise they struck a deal for power and teamed up. You know the story. It was a mass slaughter for the greater good."
"Grindelwald was powerful and he was winning. Of course St. Dumblefuck was sitting on his ass sucking on lemon drops letting his boyfriend take over the world using his slogan. So the Queen called the most powerful wizards and witches the country had ever produced back to England. Charlus Potter, Arcturus Black, Augustus Smythe, Elphinstone Urquart and Filius Flitwick. They would later be joined by Alexander Livet and Albert Soleil of France."
"Those seven men became an instant response team to face Grindelwald head on. Wherever he was, they were close behind. They eventually became so much more than that. My grandfather's tactics secured us many small victories all over Normandy's beaches. These seven men were the only wizards powerful enough to erect the necessary shields to ensure our men weren't cut down by machine gun fire."
"They were named the Queen's Marauders. Grindelwald was getting desperate as it became clear that Hitler was losing the war and he would lose his biggest ally. So he launched his biggest offensive yet. One strike that was supposed to wipe out the entirety of the English wizards participating in world war 2. But the Marauders had contacts... and they knew where he was going to be."
"An ambush was set up. It was supposed to be a night battle... the Walpurgis Knights were going to use the thick fog as cover. That was until Filius Flitwick and Albert Soleil created light orbs so powerful, it was as bright as day. Grindelwald... hadn't seen that coming."
"Grindelwald's army, The Knights of Walpurgis stormed the Marauder's camp to find it empty save the siege and explosion traps that diminished his ranks. It was a mass battle and sadly it soon became apparent that we were losing. We were just too outnumbered about 10 to 1. At some point during the battle, my Uncle Arcturus spotted a weakness in the enemy's battle formation. There was a near clear cut path to Grindelwald."
"Of course, without the slightest hesitation My uncle broke rank and charged towards Grindelwald. He sent out a large ribbon cutter curse. Many ducked the curse but most weren't so lucky. He engaged Grindelwald in a fierce duel as the rest of his unit was trying to catch up. Sadly, Grindelwald was fast, skilled and extremely powerful. My uncle was good. I mean really good but he wasn't good enough."
"My uncle managed to wound Grindelwald before he died in battle and my grandfather finally got past the enemy. He blasted his way towards Grindelwald straight through the enemy ranks. Just then he felt the anti apparition wards come down and of course St. Dumblefuck arrived to do what he should have done from the start. Both St. Dumblefuck and Dark Lord Grindelwald disappeared to blow each other… I mean blow each other up."
"Only my grandfather didn't care about Grindelwald. Arcturus Black was the first of the Queens Marauders to perish. How was my grandfather going to return home and face his wife without her brother? Grieve and rage overtook him, and the Potter temper flared. With a chain reactive explosion rune cluster keyed magically to each and every Knight of Walpurgis, My grandfather slaughtered them all in one fell swoop."
"Because St. Dumblefuck beat Grindelwald and my grandfather slaughtered the entire army, we won the war. It was that very day my grandfather earned the moniker Butcher of Walpurgis. My reject father never truly understood the power my grandfather wielded simply because he's a worthless human being."
"It was some many years later when my brother and I were born. A new Dark Lord named Voldemort was on the rise and he attacked the Ministry with his army of Death Eaters. Harold Minchum, the Minister for Magic and Charlus Potter, Head of the DMLE evacuated the entire ministry but chose to stay behind and make a stand. Then my idiot father showed up with my mom, brother, and I in tow. He wanted to stay and fight as if he possibly stood a chance but my grandfather put his foot down."
"He held me one last time and kissed my forehead. It was then I saw the strongest man in the world cry for the very first time. My very first rune made from pure magic appeared on my forehead. I was the last Rune Mage. He cried for me. Told me I had to carry on his legacy and save the world. He handed me to my mother and that was the last time I ever saw him… or so I thought. When he kissed my forehead and my first rune activated… I could see them. I could hear them. Then the wards came crashing down and they all came in one by one. Voldemort told them to bow or die."
"Harold Minchum is the only Minster for Magic to gain my respect because the next words that came out of his mouth were fuck you Tom. Bellatrix Lestrange killed him with the Avada Kedavra but a second later. My grandfather faced down an army led by a powerful Dark Lord for the second time in his life completely unafraid. Apparently the Minister, my grandfather, and Voldemort knew each other. They were in the same year at Hogwarts. They took their defense against the dark arts N.E.W.T's together."
"Before I knew it my grandfather had slaughtered hundreds forcing the few to retreat. He injured the immortal psycho terrorist and took a deadly curse to the back slumping down in defeat. They laughed together before my grandfather told Voldemort all the things he could have been with his talent and charisma and how he threw it all away for power and insanity. My grandfather stood and summoned a bottle of fire whiskey and poured himself and the Dark Lord a drink."
"They toasted each other and exchanged the usual pleasantries before someone murders an old friend. My grandfather was running on borrowed time and knew he was a dead man walking. He stood proud, tall, and truly unafraid of dying as he told Voldemort he knew he was destined to go down fighting. He said he was glad he'd get to drag him down with him. Charlus Potter activated his final rune and shouted his final words, Invictus Maneo!"
"My grandfather sacrificed himself using an annihilation rune to try and give everyone a chance to live. If the explosion wouldn't kill Voldemort the rubble and ash he was buried under surely would have done away with him. Of course the immortal cock sucker lived and tried to kill us later. That was when my grandfather's loyal elf Mimsey sacrificed herself by linking herself to the strongest Potter, me. She gave her life so I could power my second rune of all time to save my useless brother by deflecting the killing curse back at Voldemort."
"Then St. Dumblefuck used wandless compulsion charms to force my parents to dump me in an orphanage and declared my worthless brother The-Boy-Who-Lived. My reject father and idiot brother are an absolute disgrace to the Potter Name. They prance around like peacocks taking credit for something Mimsey and I did to honor my grandfather's sacrifice. The only man I truly loved, respected, and admired forever remained… unconquered."
"Woah. That's really heavy." He said.
"Yeah it is. One day when I'm worthy of my grandfather's legacy, I'm going back to Britain to challenge my father to an honor duel for the Potter lordship. After I've beaten my father into less than a man, I'm going to cast them all out of the family and leave them with nothing. It's what my grandfather would have wanted me to do." I said darkly.
"I'd really like to see that after what they did to you." one of them said.
"You'll get your chance. I'm getting stronger everyday." I said coldly.
Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm Meteormancy and this is a Harry Potter One Shot that was rattling around in my brain that I wanted to get out. This story is based on Hadrian Black: The Other Twin by Souen11. Be sure to check this FanFiction out. I highly recommend it. Also leave a review and let me know how you like it.