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Recap: "Yes your majesty." He said saluting, then ran out of the room.

"John are you the King?" Hermione asked.

"Yes." Came two replies.

Chapter 5

Caucasus Mountains 23:30 Hour's

The armies of the four countries were in place and awaiting orders to begin the attack. The estimated numbers of Hunters in the camp was place at seven hundred men, and three hundred women. The estimated number of prisoners was at three hundred thousand. To make matters worse there was a base with two thousand Hunters stationed there. But that didn't matter the four countries who each sent two divisions of soldiers, but the Russians had sent a battery of artillery.

The Georgia, and Armenian armies were to take the Concentration Camp while the Russians, and Azerbaijan armies were to take the Hunter base.

The Commanding Officer, nodded his head after looking at his watch. The first of the artillery rounds were sent screaming down the mountainside. While a soldier fired a Rocket Propelled Grenade into the nearest guard tower. The Hunters never knew what hit them.

Within the hour the camp was liberated and the base a smoldering ruin. They left the bodies of the dead in the open as a message to those who supported the Dark Lord.

Pointing his wand in the air the Phoenix Knight that was stationed in the group shouted. "Phoenixium!" In which the image of a phoenix appeared in the air with his wings spread in defiance.

Twenty Miles outside London 21:30 Hour's

The three Weasleys were in shock at the replies.

"It can't be true." Ron said.

"Why not?" John asked.

"The world hasn't had a king since the rule of King Arthur." Hermione said.

"Wrong, John's family has been running the governments of the world for generations." Harry said. "Behind the scenes."

"The werewolf acts were your families doing?" Arthur asked.

"No, never supported them. Never will. That was Fudge's predecessor doing. He declared my family unfit to run England. Little shit actually over through my great-uncle." John said.

"Tell me how did you become the king?" Ron asked.

"Who?" Ginny asked when she and the others came into the room with their escorts.

"John here was giving these three a rundown of how he became the King of Wizards." Harry said.

"Impossible." Bill said.

"Will you, seven please listen to me?" John asked.

"Sure." Fred said.

"As Ron asked how I became the next king. Well with each child born into the Menefee Clan the next king is born with a mark." He said.

"What is the Mark?" Molly asked.

"It's a birth mark that looks like the sword Excalibur, and it always appears on the back near the left shoulder blade." He said. "My family was surprised that I was destined to be the next king. My great-uncle knew what this meant, but he didn't know the when."

"What do you mean?" Bill asked.

"Simple the next great adventure." Harry said.

"Harry was there when the attack on my family happened, Dumbledore, Harry and my family tried to defend my Uncle and me but failed. The four of us were left standing when we were told to flee while we could. That was the last time I saw all of them alive. The following morning we went back to the house to find it a smoldering ruin. The sword my Uncle wore was stuck in the ground untouched, Harry here tried to pull it out but couldn't." John said.

"Then what happened?" Ginny asked.

"Well I gripped the handle and a golden glow surrounded my body. In that instance I became the king. But I will not take the throne until my twentieth birthday. Four years from this November. So at the time I became Harry's page then his squire when Dumbledore died." John said.

"What will Harry do after you take the throne?" Ginny asked.

"I will be his Captain of the Guards." Harry said

"Then that means you will be his second, won't it?" Hermione asked.

"Pretty much, Yeah. Who would be better?" John asked.

The group could only shrug their shoulders as a soldier entered the room.

"Your Majesty, a report from Phoenix Knight Stone reported in." He said with a salute.

"And?"

"The camp has been liberated and the base has been destroyed using a battery of artillery and the Russian and Azerbaijan armies swept in to do the mop up." The soldier answered.

"Casualties?" Harry asked.

"Four wounded, rough terrain, just broken legs. No dead. Four Hunters surrendered, the info they gave was less than discerning. Two hundred to the camp prisoners died during transport. There were so many already dead." The soldier said with tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"How many were dead when they were found?" Ginny asked.

"Five hundred and thirty-three. The three were just children sirs."

"How many alive. Two thousand ninety nine thousand two hundred and sixty-seven people, with another seventy are not likely to live the night." He said.

"Damn It!" John screamed out. "I Want every target the give blown off the face of this earth, and I don't give a damn if it's a training camp."

"Very well sir, I shall tell the Canadian, American, Japanese, and Chinese Governments your orders." The soldier said.

"What do you mean?" John asked in a dangerous tone.

"The Hunters that were caught gave us the locations of at least fifteen different training camps, four bases, and one very sweet target." The soldier replied.

"What was the sweet target?" Harry asked.

"Oh a place that you wanted to destroy for the past three years."

"The Dark Lords Palace?" John asked with a disturbing glee.

"No sir, I'm talking of the manor of Malfoys." He said.

"Damn It!" Harry said. "No go on the Malfoys' just yet. But the other's are a go."

"Yeah bomb the hell out of them." John said. "Then send in tanks and infantrymen into the area to do a mop up."

The soldier handed Harry the documents, saluted the two and ran from the room. Reading the documents of the dead they all saw Harry's shoulders slump in despair.

"What is it Harry?" Ginny asked.

"Can't be Good?" John said.

"Arthur, Molly, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. It is with my deepest regret to tell you this." Harry stated.

"What is it?" Molly asked with apprehension.

"Twenty minutes ago during the raid of Concentration Camp and Hunter base they found a body in the clean up." Harry said.

"No, No, No, No." Was all Molly could say.

"It is with my deepest regret to tell you that your son Percy Ignatius Weasley has been killed fighting against the Kings soldiers. I am truly sorry." Harry said walking out of the room, fighting his own tears.

John just stood their watching the Weasley family trying to fight back their tears.

"Nothing I can say can bring the dead back, but you do have my deepest condolences for your loss." John said.

"NO! Percy was never a Weasley." Bill said with venom in his voice.

"No, your wrong he was and always will be. Remember the man he once was not what he is today. I am truly sorry for your loss." John said walking from the room.

In which the memories of the past came flooding to the grieving family with vengeance.

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