Title: Gwydion's Sword
Author: P.L.S.
speech - a kind of telepathy between the Potters and the loa who like them.
speech - Spanish.
"speech" - English.
I'll add more to it as they become needed.
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(Chapter Three- Surrender)
Estrella woke first to the odd feeling of really cold stones. She sat up shivering and looking around at the strange and very pale faces all around. She knew no one so she knew that they had to talk first and that unless they showed the Group signal or showed her the sign of the crossed arrows and the firebird she was to talk in a language that they weren't.
Ester joined her in waking just a few seconds later and the two unconsciously moved together and towards Bastian who was still sleeping. Ester started to shake Bastian as Estrella looked around, trying to find a way out or maybe a sign that one was their father under an enchantment of some sort.
Once Bastian woke one of the people, the one in the dark red and blue habit, went over to the door and talked to someone on the other side, who then came in. A skinny woman who moved like a rabbit and seemed to just vibrate when standing still came in with a smile that only made her looked washed out and tired.
"Hiya, kids! I'm Auntie Susie, and your daddy sent me to come and getcha." she said in a tone that was over bright and made Estrella shiver even more.
"Yo no specka di Inglas." Bastian said with a slightly over done accent. /Where's our father? Simbi told Essie that he was stolen by people dressed like you./ Ester scowled. The people in the room didn't understand. It was plain to see it on their faces.
/Father would give you a token or a password./ Ester huffed out and Estrella nodded.
/Besides you don't even greet us as a Group member would. We won't trust you./ All three stood up together and held hands.
/We want to go back to Padre San Pedro. He was a wand wizard and the people were all nice to us./ Bastian said and Ester was trying to figure out how to try to call for help from Simbi. /Besides, it's too cold here to be normal./ Each child was closed off and angry eyes pinned all the wizards in the room.
"I didn't get much of that, I think they are cold." she said and one of the wizards frowned.
"But it's warm weather. Any hotter and we'd all bake." he said and she sighed.
"Idiot. They lived in a bloody rain forest most of their short little lives, you know where sweltering hot is the norm. Potter probably knocked up some local chit or something and got these three ditched on him."
"So all that chatter and all you got was that the brats are cold? And why the heck don't the kids speak English? Potter, he's British, isn't he?" asked another who looked a bit angry with her. She put her hands on her hips and scowled.
"It isn't proper Spanish these kids were using. Probably some bastardized local version with Indian words mixed in too. Besides you heard how fast they rambled on. I caught a bunch of random things like father, wizard, and password. Nothing meaningful or useful. Potter was smart and made sure that his kids only differed from the locals by things that are natural. The boy probably plays football after school with the local kids, girls probably play dolls with friends and are all treated the same." she said and the men all huffed and looked irritated.
"Fine, so we cast a transy spell?" asked one. The one next to him hit him over the head.
"No you daft boy. That's mind magic and can seriously hurt kids."
"Their just Potter's little bastards. 'Snot like it matters." said the one in red with a shrug.
"Yeah, he's practically a traitor. You heard that he helped that dark wizard, Malfoy take over?"
"No! Really?" said the woman with her eyes wide open.
"He really is just a traitor then. Might as well cast the bloody spell. Worst it can do is make them forget how to talk, or freeze their spell speaking." said the man who seemed to be the leader.
"NO!"
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Draco looked over the reports his mole inside Hogwarts sent him and frowned. Nothing in the United Kingdom was going well. To top it off the Group was requesting his help on matters he dearly wanted to correct but couldn't without risking much. To help invade Hogwarts would be as good as declaring war upon WEMC, which the public at large had no interest in and would be a lost cause in any case.
Marc Laboinque looked over at him as he read his photocopied version of what Draco was scowling at. As his chief advisor and the only muggle that could ever withstand Draco when he got into his 'little moods', Marc was well aware that the new information only spelled out disaster.
"I can't just leave them there. Those are my goddamned godchildren." Draco bit his lip and focused on the rather unremarkable figure sitting across from him. Marc nodded.
"Your majesty, I suggest a call for information or the return of the triplets from a concerned godfather, then a leak made from within Hogwarts, then followed with public outcry from both us and Nicaragua. All this should happen in the next two days. After that you can send in your personal force along with whomever Group sends, fetch out the kids, Potter, and Snape. The WEMC can't do anything after that." Draco mulled the advice around as he reread the interrogation notes that his spy recorded.
"Yes. Laboinque, please go find Mr. Blommen. I need to enter into direct communications with Group's leaders as soon as possible." Draco said and Marc bowed out and ran to find the German mercenary who was probably in the Spin Room of the PR section of the offices.
Time was running out and Marc knew firsthand just how ruthless the WEMC could be when faced with powerful people who wouldn't toe the line. After all, it was the WEMC who ordered that his own family, who refused to move out of Paris, be executed because of his service to his king. The worst part was that they were just regular bakers and cooks who had never even heard of magic before they were taken into that travesty of a court. He made the mistake that time of thinking he could use the system or that he had time.
He had no such illusions in this case.
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Harry watched on the globe as his children huddled together and tried to get warm.
"So, you've taken to torturing children. I suppose that is more your speed. After all dark wizards are so scary." sneered Harry.
"You don't recognize them?" asked the assistant commander with a shark's smile. Harry growled.
"Of course I do you idiot!"
"You know they don't look like halfblooded little monsters like the rest of those backwater heathens. Did you manage to scare off the one other caucasian in that isthmus?"
Harry closed his eyes and counted to three, "Please, shut up."
"But then again with their age they had to be conceived before you left like the cowardly traitor you are. They look too much like you not to be your blood, but were they really so awful that their mother had to ship them off to that disease ridden area?"
"Shut up."
"So Potter what poor unwilling witch did you inflict your seed upon?" At this Harry snapped.
"GET OUT! THEY ARE MINE AND ONLY MY CHILDREN! THEY WERE NEVER UNWANTED, UNCARED FOR, AND I LOVE THEM ABOVE ANYTHING OR ANYONE!" Harry glowed with his anger and unsurpassed magic, "If you dare hurt them in anyway, I will take great pleasure in hunting you down and slaughtering you and the same goes for everyone else. You pathetic little bigot, don't you dare talk about things you could never hope to understand."
The orb was dust and the barriers holding Harry back from his inquisitor were strained trying to keep the very angry father from throttling the tubby little man.
"I see. Well, between the Vertaserum confessions of those brats, your testimony, and the blood tests, you can kiss your life goodbye. Illegal potion ingestions have no time limit in court, and the hermaphrodite/fertility potion combination is class one Dark Magic and lifetime imprisonment and service to the community with the misbegotten destroyed as they are abominations."
With that the man and recorder left and Harry collapsed and started to cry at the unfairness and helplessness. He could do nothing to save his children this time.
A/N: I know, I'm evil. But what better way to break Harry than to kill his kids, and I can't wait to write Snape's reaction to hearing that not only did he have kids but they are being killed.