This is a shorter chapter than usual, but my next one will be much longer.
Dark lord Potter by: Your mamma
Chapter 7 – The raid
Knockturne Alley, home of beggars, drug dealers, slums, black magic practitioners and more bad people than in any other place in Britain. It was a strip of land going for about one mile in a straight direction with shops and stands on either side. Lots of mini-alleys were connected to Knockturne Alley, but they were just wannabes compared to the main alley.
Right in the center was a long pub, five floors long. That was the place where Harry defeated Greyback, but that was also the location of The Base
The base was home to vampires and werewolves alike who couldn't afford their own homes. The first floor was the pub, the second floor had bathroom facilities, a library filled with books Kasmire kept stealing from Hogwarts, a small hospital, and an enormous cafeteria good for generically produced garbage, also known as food.
Harry was lying in a privet room used as a storage room but cleared out. He was unconscious, and would be for a few more days. Kasmire's stunner combined with his mental assault packed quite a punch.
The vampires were sleeping as it was day time and they certainly didn't want to be burnt away by the sun. The werewolves on the other hand… They were working on constructing a few more floors for the base so more creatures could be housed.
Usually when the aurors made their raids, Mr. Peters contacted Kasmire and informed him a couple minutes before using a charm they both had worked on. Then Kasmire would go on the roof of the fifth floor, and conjure some yellow songbirds. They would sing and howl, which was the signal of auror danger. This helped everyone in Knockturne Alley pack up all their illegal operations, and get the hell out of there if they weren't supposed to be there.
Kasmire was the only one with enough power and skill to conjure songbirds, and the werewolves could only watch in anxiety as thirty or so aurors rushed into the entrance of the alley, all dressed in customary black battle robes with a silver phoenix on the front. They ran as fast as they could, rushing into the shops and stunning everyone around. Behind them, a hundred or so ministry workers, all dressed in white would follow up and search for anything illegal.
The werewolves, around fifty or so gathered on the edge of the roof frowning. They wished more werewolves would help out, especially today, but most werewolves worked in the alley.
The wolves growled as their brethren were getting stunned. The alpha wolf, Moka, was angry with rage. His loyalty to the cause: Return Knockturne Alley to greatness, was unmatched. He did not get along with Greyback, who only cared for the women and the drink, and just watched in the sidelines as Greyback ruined Kasmire's plans.
But now, he was alpha wolf, and immediately he started issuing orders.
"What should we do, Moka?" One wolf asked, "Where is Kasmire?" to which he replied: "Kasmire isn't here. Everyone put on that muggle armour stuff, we got a fight to go to!" The other wolves, being bloodthirsty creatures cheered, and ran down the flight of stairs, telling anyone on the way to get ready for battle.
Sixty or so werewolves waited outside the building, armed with swords, pitchforks, axes, and chainsaws. They were not exactly adept at magic, never having been schooled in it but they were vicious.
The approaching aurors stopped as they caught sight of the werewolves gathered in an organized line, dressed in green military uniforms Kasmire had gotten them, with Moka in front.
"PEOPLE OF KNOCKTURNE ALLEY! THIS IS A RAID, CERTIFIED BY THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. ANYONE FOUND DOING ANYTHING ILLEGAL WILL BE IMMEDIATELY ARRESSTED. ANYONE WHO RESISTS WILL BE EXECUTED. ANY RESISTANCE WILL BE MET WITH NO MERCY." Tonks shouted. She could not believe how many people her aurors had caught. This was the jackpot, a diamond mine. She smiled as she thought of what she might receive. An order of Merlin, at least!
She was bound to obey the law, and did it happily. Anyone who resisted was stunned; the killing part was just a threat. She was not that bloody. She had long suspected of some organized crime syndicate that made sure nobody was caught in raids. Now she had proof. I can almost taste the awards and the promotions…
Tonks had an inferiority problem, and was quite insecure. As a teenager she was always made fun of for her metamorphous skills, and used that as motivation to train herself harder than ever to be the best. Better than her peers at least. As such, she was an ambitious girl, even from a very young age when she was sorted into Slytherin. Even after getting into the head of the department of magical law enforcement, it was not enough. She worked hard, and thought she deserved something more… Tonks, Minister of magic… Sounds good!
The werewolves had no fear or hesitation in their eyes, they were willing to die for the cause, and if they could defeat the thirty skilled aurors and hundred ministry workers, they would be hailed as heroes
"My brethren, Knockturne Alley is the only home we know. Will we let it be destroyed?" Moka shouted with anger and determination. The other werewolves roared "NO!"
"If they win over us, everything we have worked for will be gone. The werewolves will be like slaves, eating garbage of the streets! Here we have a home, a place to rest our tired feet after a hard day's work. THIS IS THE ONLY PLACE WE CAN BE FREE!"
Moka smiled with tears shining in his eyes as his fellow warriors shouted their agreements. The aurors only watched with confusion, relaxed and secure in their battle skills, while the ministry workers looked tense and under stress. They were normal people, doing paperwork all day, and this was supposed to be a fun and relaxing raid. After all what danger was there with Voldemort gone? But this army was just too much. The hairy werewolves looked quite threatening in their green garb.
"Um, Auror Tonks… What's going on?" Mr. Peters asked while he was desperately trying to contact Kasmire mentally.
"I am not quite sure, but I think they are going to resist so…. ATTACK!" Then the battle started.
It was a slaughter. The aurors and the ministry workers fired spell after spell as the werewolves charged at them. Half of the spells missed, but because there were so many of them, all of the werewolves got hit at least once. Most of the werewolves never made it to attack the aurors, but those who did wreaked havoc in their ranks.
By the time all the werewolves were subdued it was almost evening, and Kasmire apparrated right in the middle of the street. One glance at the damage in front of him, and his response was adequate.
"Oh shit!"
He quickly ran up the stairs of the building, and onto the roof to conjure some songbirds, though he doubted it would help. There were at least hundred or so ministry workers including the aurors… He needed to kill them all before they told anyone else about the base, and the army. The planned rebellion would fail otherwise, a definite bad thing for Kasmire's goal.
He quickly went into the vampire quarters and made big booming sounds with his wand, like a giant alarm clock. Slowly they woke up and stumbled out into the hallway looking groggily at Kasmire.
"Everyone, this is an emergency! I want all of you to meet me downstairs, the aurors are here."
That woke everyone up from their sleepy state, granting them a bout of alertness at the shocking news.
They all hurried down silently, with Kasmire in the lead. When they reached the pub downstairs, Kasmire held out his hand motioning them to stop.
"I need you to distract the aurors for twenty minutes. Try to take them down if you can." Kasmire gave a grim smile. "Twenty minutes. That's all I need to get the real Potter out." He muttered.
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