Hope's End
Chapter Twenty-one
Calm Before The Storm II
Voldemort sighed in contentment in the throne room of Azkaban, Death Eater HQ. It was three days after the conquer of Britain, and Voldemort and the Death Eaters were still celebrating. The whereabouts of Dumbledore and Potter were unknown, and this deeply troubled Voldemort. The power and skill Potter displayed at the Siege of Hogwarts was both astonishing and disturbing. The fact that he had learned the Ancient Arts was very disturbing indeed. It appears as though everytime he duelled Potter, that brat always managed to thwart him in some way. Whether it be help, luck, help, luck or help again, he did it. Now, he had help, luck and power and skill with him.
Voldemort sighed again. Death Eaters were running rampant around, doing what Death Eaters do best when not fighting: Eating, drinking, and having sex. Voldemort looked out the south side window of Azkaban. Although he could not see it, he knew the nation of France lay there. And they both knew that war was coming on their soil. It was only a matter a time. It was the calm before the storm. Or the hurricane.
Voldemort stood up and walked to the bookshelf on the side. He took down a book, walked back to his chair, and sat down and began reading.
Far away, on the coast of Normandy, Wizards and Witches were preparing defenses and setting up wards. Thousands of Wizards and Witches across France had set up Anti-Apparition wards all across the country, and now the only way in were the beaches, where the raw magic from the English Channel negated any chance to set up wards. The French Wizards had made sure to begin training themselves in the way of the sword and arrow, for until the Anti-Magic Wards were torn down, thats how they were going to be fighting.
Back in England, Death Eaters were also training for the upcoming battle. They did not yet know what they were striking yet, but some of the more intelligent ones guessed France. In training courts around England, Death Eaters were duelling each other, with wands and swords, for many of the pure-blooded Wizards were trained in the art of the sword. The Witches were doing target practise with their bows.
Twang! Went the arrows.
Clang! Went the swords.
Boom! Went the wands.
Somewhere, in France, Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the rest of the Hogwarts population either slept soundly, paced worriedly, trained for battle, or like the two leaders of the Light, recovered from the Siege.
Deep in the subconcious of Harry Potter, his ancestor trained him in the majicks of the Ancient Arts and the sword.
Hermione Granger bit her nails nervously. They had barely escaped Hogwarts, and now they were somewhere in France. She began to masturbate, she was so damn horny and scared.
The Shadow, the First General of the Fanged Snakes of the Dark Order inspected his troops. Spies from the Death Eaters indicated that Voldemort was preparing to assault France. He looked up, and grimly smiled. Beside him, four other Generals also inspected their regiments, each of a thousand troops. The Dark Order was sending the 1st Dark Brigade to aid France.
Back in France, Wizards and Witches began Apparating into the French Auror training camps. The French paid them no heed as they continued to train. Several important-looking officers strode up to the United Coalition wizards, shook hands and began to walk away to plan the defence of France.
In Canada, Wizards and Witches in the Canadian Ministry in Ottawa suited up and prepared to take the Portkey to France. The United Coalition wasn't the ONLY force defending the world. In the open field, 1200 Battalions, or 300 Regiments, or 60 Brigades, or 15 Divisions, or 3 Corps of men and women touched Portkeys, disappeared, and appeared, minutes later in France. Three hundred thousand Canadians prepared to give their lives to stop the threat of Voldemort. The 1st Infantry Division, the 2nd Infantry Division, the 3rd Infantry Division, the 4th Infantry Division, the 5th Infantry Division, the 6th Infantry Division, the 1st Unicorn Division, the 2nd Unicorn Division, the 7th Infantry Division, the 8th Infantry Division, the 1st Phoenix Division, the 2nd Phoenix Division, the 3rd Phoenix Division, the 1st Patronus Division, and the 2nd Patronus Division. A hundred and sixty thousand Canadian infantry, fourty thousand Unicorn Riders, sixty thousand Phoenixes, who were actually an elite infantry group, specially trained for mass-scale battles, and fourty thousand Wizards and Witches capable of producing a corporeal Patronus.
In Canada, Americans were doing the same as their northern counterparts. However, they were only sending one Corp, one hundred thousand Wizards and Witches to France, as an American Necromancer, recently defeated, had slaughtered three Corps with his armies of the undead, so American Aurors were a little thin at the moment. Only a mere hundred thousand Infantry.
Back in Azkaban, Death Eaters began appearing in the Strategy Room. Voldemort had briefed his Inner Circle only minutes early, detailing where, when, and how to attack.
Where? France. When? September 1st, 1997. And how? Lots of Death Eaters, Dementors, and Giants.
In ten hours, the Death Eaters finished their plans. They had three months to train and prepare for the invasion of France. They were going to be landing troops by specially-crafted warships onto five beaches on a long stretch of beach on the coast of France: Omaha, Utah, Gold, Juno, and Sword. Voldemort realized that these were the exact beaches, where, fourty seven years ago, American, British and Canadian Muggle soldiers landed on these beaches to liberate France from the hellish claws of the Nazis. A week later, British, American and Canadian Wizards landed here to liberate Wizarding France from the clutches of Grindelwald. Voldemort smirked at the irony. As he surveyed the training camps, he only thought one thought.
'It has begun.'