AUTHORS NOTE: This first sort of section is more like an update in the world of my fan fiction as a way for me to sort of push forwards a little faster. (Same as previous chapter) I have a physical pang of pain at this chapter's utter terribleness…

But also, thank you to my earlier reviewers/readers who are still reading this story. And also thank you to all my new readers and reviewers. And Sam, wonderful review, long review Grin

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Throughout the world the anti-mutant hysteria was steadily increasing with the flamboyant and attention drawing uses of mutant powers when identified mutations were hunted and persecuted by official and unofficial authorities. Other mutants had begun to give up on controlling their own kind who fought back in extreme and dangerous ways due to several occurrences in which mutants who stopped the more dangerous of their kind from hurting innocents were in turn stopped or killed by humans.

And in the wizarding world, the fight against Lord Voldemort was steadily increasing, with more numerous assaults on wizards and muggles alike and the Dark Lords forces growing in terms of wizards and dark creatures that he had called or bargained to his side.

Also something that many wizards were finding very disturbing was Lord Voldemort's new interest in Mutations, it was believed that he was beginning to see the potential advantages to having mutants fight with him, bolstering his numbers and creating a degree more of unpredictability in any battle scenario involving lesser numbers…or at least that's what was generally thought…

Erik Lehnsherr felt ill at ease from the moment he had agreed to meet with a representative of the Wizarding World's most feared Dark Wizard – a man known as Lord Voldemort. He had been re-establishing the base of operations for the Brotherhood of Mutants on an isolated Island when one of the wizards known as Death Eaters had found him and his there and told him of the Dark Lords desires to meet, before that he had been reluctant to make any contact with the wizarding world despite his extensive knowledge of it, he knew that either side would want the powers of the stronger mutants at their disposal to fight in their war, and that meant the wizarding world was as equally unstable as the human one. Besides he had his own war to wage.

Much to his dismay what he had predicted had finally come to pass and with the foolish decision of the Washington Politicians he knew that his war would soon begin, and that the turmoil the world currently felt from the few mutants that were already fighting back was only the beginning and it was going to take the collaborative efforts of all Mutants to achieve their freedom from the human persecutions and to secure their place as the dominant species.

He pulled his mind back to reality; he could not afford to dwell on what had already occurred and what was yet to occur. His decision to meet with the Dark Lord had been forced upon him in an effort to buy his people time to relocate once more, someplace more secure where neither human nor wizard would locate them any time soon.

Erik a.k.a Magneto stood in the centre of what might have once been an opening in the midst of a forest, a few scattered trees remained, but for the most part there was naught but scorched land. Perhaps a fire had ravaged it at one point in time, it mattered little in reality except as a way to amuse his mind while he awaited the representative of Lord Voldemort.

Magneto allowed the side of his lips to curl at the word Representative, Voldemort himself would meet with him. Whether as a ruse to kill him and then the Brotherhood, or to actually settle terms to bring the Brotherhood over to his side as allies in his war, he had no choice but to be the one that met him. A man who inspired such fear that other men feared to say his name would have an ego to match. And men with such egos did not trust such tasks to anyone other then themselves.

His smile grew larger at that thought, he himself was such a man, or at least he once had been.

Erik heard the man before he saw him, a slight pop sound filled the silence of the charred land and he turned to face the black robed individual. An aura of power radiated off of him, the robed man was someone who commanded, elongated fingers appeared from the robe to flip back the hood and reveal a drawn out waxen face.

A snake like smell permeated the atmosphere as Lord Voldemort advanced on Magneto, stopping several metres away from him. Magneto noted the regal posture and whatever doubts he might have had were erased; the man…though that was not quite an accurate term…was the Dark Lord.

"Welcome Magneto, I am glad that you chose to attend thiss meeting, we have much to disscuss you an I," the Dark Lord hissed, almost as if his tongue was that of a snake.

"I agree Lord Voldemort" though he did not, curiosity as to whether the Dark Lord truly desired a partnership with Mutants or whether he simply wished to kill them had been what brought him to the meeting. The distain in the 'Lords' voice had already answered the question.

The 'Lord' would either kill or enslave mutant kind.

"We are both men of vision," The Dark Lord stated. "Our goals coincide, as do are beliefs of the inferiority of muggle kind, known to you as homo sapiens"

"I would also agree with that" Magneto replied, he could almost see the way the 'Lords' mind ticked over his words, he believed he had already won, a mistake that Magneto would soon show him was fatal.

"I propose an alliance" Voldemort said, "Your Brotherhood is strong and powerful and would be a great asset in my army. Together we could crush my enemiess, and once my dominance is ssecured we could annihilate the muggle plague that has swept across this world"

"I would agree…" he could see victory flash through the 'Lords' eyes at those words, "But" his eyes narrowed and hardened "Where would my kind be after this war of yours?"

"You would of coursse be my right arm, and your kind worshipped"

Magneto couldn't help but shake his head; the Dark Lords lines were virtually scripted. Hollow and pointless "And the fact that many wizards have said that mutants are lowlier then the mangiest of 'mud-bloods'? That I believe you would not tolerate us, and you would soon turn on my kind once you had won your war?"

Voldemort dropped any pretence; Magneto had already heard the soft popping sounds in the distance, dozens of them, a sense of unease beginning to wash over him. The trap was sprung, far sooner then he had expected. "If you knew what I would do, why did you bother to come at all?"

"A trap is only a trap when you walk into blindly" he stated calmly, but inside he felt anything by calm. "I did not come alone"

"Nor did I" the Dark Lord hissed, a vicious grimace taking his face "But remember this mud-blood not, the flies eyes are open and still its entangled by the web"

And then the world exploded around them.

Intense magnetic fields ploughed deep into the ground as a second layer of opaque shields stuck against Magnetos. Deaf and blind to the world outside of their little sphere, neither Voldemort, nor Magneto could see or aid their people. A mini-war waged around them that they were isolated from, as they themselves became immersed in battle

Power against Power. Wizard against Mutant. It only took Magneto moments to realise he had vastly underestimated Lord Voldemort, his own supposedly overcome ego blinding him. He didn't know how long the two of them exchanged attacks back and forth, but blood was streaming from numerous injuries and he glistened with sweat, both from physical exhaustion and from the effort it took to maintain the shields around himself.

With a burst of tremendous power Voldemort shattered Magneto's defences and hurled him to the ground, with the shields that had isolated them gone Magneto was thrust into the middle of a war zone, while Voldemort smiled arrogantly and mouthed three words that made his blood run cold.

"…Divide and Conquer…"

In a single destructive rage Magneto levelled what remained of the enemy, tore them asunder in a desperate move to escape, he even offered up a prayer to the God he reviled, that the young members of the Brotherhood were alright. If he had had time to consider his thoughts and actions Magneto would have said that he had become as sentimental as Charles.

But he didn't have time; Voldemort had split the Brotherhood, luring the stronger mutants into a trap where they were drastically outnumbered, and now if Magneto was right the second assault would begin against the forty odd young, virtually untrained, mutants that would one day form the core of the new brotherhood.

Chaos greeted Magento as he returned to the ruins of the partially completed site that had been going to serve as the headquarters for the Brotherhood. He barely noticed the teleporter collapsing from the strain of the multiple teleportation's with a passenger, he had needed to move fast and she had been the fastest method available to him.

Mutant blood covered the floors and walls; bodies lay seemingly untouched and others torn to pieces.

Many of the Brotherhood were dead or dying, but grimly Magneto pushed down those thoughts as he knelt beside the still form of Sabre Tooth, his incredible healing abilities having saved him at Ellis Island finally seemed to have met their match against wizard magic. It could be the only explanation for his death, as the wounds that must have caused his extensive bleeding were healed over.

Standing back up, grief poured through Magneto for the dead, as a single tear slipped down his cheek, so many of the young brotherhood lay dead, he would not let their deaths be in vain… he swore that what Voldemort had sought to avoid by striking first he had now caused, if he and his survived they would rain war upon the Dark Lord.

Hearing the screams and the sounds of fighting; he knew the battle was not over, that it had simply moved beyond where he stood.

Charging into the open courtyard at the back of the building he saw what remained of his people fighting for their lives, both physically and with whatever powers they possessed. Three creatures, shaped similar to man but twenty foot tall and holding clubs were smashing everything in their path and a dozen creatures clad completely in black hooded robes stood a dozen feet above the fighting, they radiated a nauseating sense of fear and panic, and stirred something deeper within him.

How were his people meant to fight that??? He briefly wondered, aside from them he could see three or four dozen witches and wizards wearing the masks that marked them as Death Eaters, some casting spells, while others wielded swords, mostly to plunge into the bodies on the ground to be sure they would not rise again.

A grim smile creased his face, swords. With ease he flexed his powers reaching out to wrench the blades from the hands of their wielders, turning them first against the Death Eaters, slicing through their flesh the way they had his brothers, before sending them all careening into the largest of the three Giants.

The creature toppled, and a true slaughter began as Magneto unleashed the bitter, burning, rage that tore through him, screams echoed through his mind as the courtyard upended itself and buried half of the dark wizards, but before he was able to strike again he was forced to shield himself from a variety of spells. The sheer volume of which managed to shear through his magnetic fields and throw him back.

Clipping his head against a piece of debris he slipped into a state of semi-consciousness becoming momentarily helpless.

One of the Death Eaters flowed into view, and stood over him, looking pleased as he slipt a sword out of his robes and held it two handed over his body "Bye bye Mutant". He was raising it back when the blade shattered, along with his ceramic mask. Magneto watched with a certain satisfaction as the pieces of that mask ripped through the wizards eyes, leaving him a bloody wreck to stumble beneath the foot of a Giant, screaming ever so painfully as the lower half of his body was crushed.

Magnetos son, a mutant by the name of Avalanche helped him back to his feet before crumbling to the ground himself, a flash of green having illuminated his back for a brief moment. He didn't need to touch him to know he was dead, nor did he need to touch the Death Eater that had murdered him to know that he too was dead, a green figure having flashed down to crush his spine.

Tearing into the midst of the battle, he knew that he was now bleeding heavily from a number of small wounds across his body; his second son was dead, as were so many others and the wizards forces just continued to come while the Brotherhood was on the verge of extinction.

Magneto knew that if they continued to fight they would all be annihilated, and while he desperately desired to continue the blood bath until he could fight no longer he felt himself already resolving to escape. Strategic or tactical retreat one might call it

"Retreat!" he screamed and only hoped that it did not fall upon deaf ears, not that it mattered so much. The Brotherhood had reached its highest membership of seventy mutants; he would not be surprised if there were only seven still standing. All of which were being slowly pushed back into a wall and surrounded

"Retreat" he screamed again "Escape, evade, get out of here!"

The searing heat of flames rushed past his face to engulf a wizard, and Magneto found himself backing towards Pyro, "Its time to go" he said, forming a shield for the two of them as effectively as he could against the increasing number of wizards. They'd almost reached the courtyard exit when he was roughly pushed by the boy, he slid along the stone for a moment before he looked back at Pyro to see a pained expression on his face as a bloody blade protruded from his stomach…

AUTHORS NOTE: Comments, questions? How was the chapter??? I did three rewrites of this thing, and in the end this was the best I can do. Oh and just to clarify now, the Brotherhood is basically the same as it always was, my manipulation of characters and converging of different aspects and times, or names mentioned doesn't matter too much as the Brotherhood is virtually gone now, slaughtered, kabam! The reason for so many young mutants is that the Brotherhood is sort of a refuge for young mutants who have nowhere else to go and want to fight back.

I hope you liked it, and that my ramblings made sense. Till next time!