Disclaimer: All characters, names, settings etc belong to their respective copyright holders, only much of the convoluted plot, Night Wolf and a few other things are of my own creation (but inspired from many things under copyright, which aren't mine).

Chapter 27

Bambera sat in the truck waiting for the go signal to go through 'Night Wolf' and she supposed ultimately the General to allow her and her teams to move in to clean up the area and mop up the remains of the battle…

As she sat in the truck…waiting...she looked out the window again, aside from the truck she was sitting in which held the Night Wolf magical 'jammers' there was a second truck of her own people.

They'd picked up two clean up trucks from the central London HQ that were on standby in case of any emergencies which needed a quick clean up or removal in the central London district.

People were always uncovering bits of alien incursions missed by previous UNIT teams, or even before UNIT articles of incursions that they didn't or had little knowledge about.

But now she waited for confirmation that this Harry Potter, had dealt with an assault force of 'vampires'.

Bambera couldn't help but feel that there was more than one battle going on in the United Kingdom this night…it was a feeling.

'My lady's Battle Sense' Ancelyn had called it…when they had been 'courting', as he'd liked to put it…she wouldn't have called it like that…but supposedly 'shagging like bunnies' didn't quite have the same grace as 'courting'.

Bambera wondered how Ancelyn would take all this…if she got clearance for him…she would need to ask Lethbridge Stewart about that as well.

Ancelyn was currently working with some of the British Army and UNIT recruits in 'alternative battle styles'…Bambera wondered if this was what they thought of as 'alternative'.

Bambera had to admit to herself it was a large portion of information to absorb…but then again nothing really changed…she was still in charge of the forefront of alien incursions…she just knew more than the average UNIT officer…

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Lethbridge Stewart looked around, they were setting up the a set of large halogen lights lighting up the area where the battle had been fought, around him tanks were moving out, ground to air guns were being packed up, missile launchers checked and packed back into their cases.

The British Army having done what they came to do; repel the enemy, were following orders, packing their gear away and prepping to move out.

There was also the clean up teams from Night Wolf, moving in, bagging and sealing all remnants of the Death Eater assault…the dragons would be a problem, there were some larger flat bed trucks standing by with small cranes to transport the dragons, but he'd only anticipated the 3 dragons, not the 4 that were littered around.

He had another team out collecting the pieces of the fifth dragon destroyed by the Harriets.

Lethbridge Stewart tilted his head listening to the night air, particularly in the distance, he was awaiting a sky crane from the Northern Highlands Facility which would hopefully be able to bring pick up the dragon lying at the base of the cliffs.

All the dragon bodies would be taken to a Night Wolf secure location, while Night Wolf Command was large, putting this many bodies in one place would be pushing it…

"General Sir, signal from Harry Potter sir." A Lt called from the mobile HQ.

Lethbridge Stewart walked briskly back over to the HQ.

"Brig…" It was almost a whisper, he looked to the communications man.

"Strong signal sir…it's…" Lethbridge Stewart nodded, it was Harry who was whispering, raggedly.

"Harry?"

"Send in the UNIT team…there's a bit to clean up…" There was a cough that followed, that, again ragged and tired.

"Get me Bambera's team." He said. "Harry they're on their way…" Lethbridge Stewart said calmly into the mic, there wasn't any answer.

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"Sea Bird, you have a go, beware of any hostiles, man down, repeat man down. Maintain biohazard when dealing with all vampires, beware secondary hostiles and other beings within battle area, Greyhound Leader Out."

"Let's go." She said to the driver as she twisted the frequency on her radio. "Sea Bird to all teams, move in."

The trucks rushed through an eerily quiet London, all the traffic lights were locked to red…it was quite unusual, not unheard of…but then usually there was an alien force in London to offer some explanation or plans for global domination…

They were moving down an unassuming road when their truck's light flicked off and the truck stalled to a stop, beside her she heard similar noises to her own.

"That's it Brigadier, we're within the magical field…" Bambera nodded, she had had an 'on the run' briefing from her driver, who was also one of the people from Night Wolf who had been sent along to make the things work properly.

"Then let's get the…magical jammers set up Lieutenant…" She said slightly unsure.

He nodded as she also jumped out walking over to the other trucks.

"Alright, we wait until these…devices are set up…" She felt a twitch inside her body…inside her head…it was…not unlike a feeling of hypnotism…but it was something else, she looked over her teams…even the clean up crews looked…worried…spooked.

It was a feeling that made her want to turn and run, to leave here, to get away from here just to stop the itching, the scratching, just beyond her mind, just beyond her senses, just outside the feel of her uniform…which never seemed to annoy her before, but now it was making her want…

Then there was a humming and it all melted away…to just an annoying sense of something out of place.

"Sir…Brigadier?" She turned and saw the Lt standing beside her.

"Lt?"

"The feeling should drop now…it's the anti-personnel magic field…it makes you feel like that…we're within the field now…but you and your teams will need to stay within the…"

"The 800 meter zone between the three jammers…yes…Right move out, standard deployment, secure the perimeter, we're looking for one man down."

Her teams came to attention and went out securing the perimeter.

Striding over the the clean up crews who were already suiting up.

"Brigadier, we received a not from General Lethbridge Stewart…?"

"Confirmed, full bio-hazard, treat anything you get near as though they've got the next typhoid, all bodies in full biohazard bags, when you get them back to the HQ morgue make sure there's at least two guards on duty."

"Another of the don't stay dead ones?" One of the clean up guys said as he pulled on the large bulky and bright orange bio-hazard suits.

"Just be careful…you don't want to get infected with what they've got…there isn't any cure…" She said repeating the General's words.

"Huh…makes a change from 'probably isn't a cure', Brigadier?"

She turned and nodded acknowledging the woman, she wasn't an officer but she was part of UNIT, a specialist within the clean up division.

"Should we extract the sewers in case of possible contamination?"

Bambera thought for a moment, Lethbridge Stewart hadn't given her a lot of information, in fact she'd only been told the information.

"Take samples, then flush the sewers, standard flush and sterilise of all publicly accessible areas within the battle area."

"Okay…we'll leave that to last guys…get the bodies moved first."

"Stay within the perimeter of the jamming devices…until we can move them or clear more area to keep everything in range." Bambera added glancing up, it was dark, and without any street lights and almost no other light they were relying on the lights on top of the clean up crew's trucks, who were also breaking out larger hand held light plugged into the main truck…but they were obviously still being affected even with the magical jamming field that was active.

Bambera walked over to where one of her team had indicated…it was someone…

He rolled over, it seemed this was Harry Potter…Lethbridge Stewart had suggested he might have…feather coming from his back…she had thought as the time the General was talking about some sort of armour…against the vampires…

But this young…he didn't even look 18 man, had large, very limp looking wings protruding from his back.

"Harry Potter I presume?" She said squatting down.

"My reputation precedes me I see." He coughed weakly saying with a small smile...he was quite pale.

Bambera turned to the Sergent. "Sergeant, get Mr Potter onto a stretcher."

Harry Potter pushed himself into a kneeling position coming face to face with her.

She could see he had bright eyes, eyes that had seen a lot…and not just tonight.

"Brigadier Bambera I presume." He said in weak amusement.

"And these bodies." She asked gesturing around and behind him.

"Vampires…mostly…you need to be…" He started to say worriedly despite his exhausted form.

"Full Bio-Hazard, General Lethbridge-Stewart informed me as to what to expect…" She stated. He nodded sinking back, seemingly supported by his wings, or that's how she assumed he did it when he was in full health, now it seemed they were just keeping him upright.

"Oh…I think if it's all the same I might pass out now…" He said almost as an after thought.

"If you did all this…then I wouldn't think any less." She said reassuringly as the medics came up behind him.

"I did…" Then he collapsed into the arms of the medics.

"Get him ready to transport back to HQ. He's one of ours." She said to their unsaid question.

Bambera watched for a moment as the medics carefully moved Harry Potter, wings and all onto a stretcher and made certain he wasn't in any danger, if not he would be moved when her main team made certain there was no threat…

She absently patted the pocket of her tactical vest, it help amongst other things a block of wood, which according to the General, you needed to say 'Protego' to activate it, and while it was still in the testing phase was enough so that he would give her teams it for use in the field.

The General's men had seemed confidant that it worked 'though only with the wand'rs, don't try it with bullets', one of them who had been handing them out had added nervously.

Bamera looked around walking to the edge of the triangular coverage area, it was only just large enough for their 4 vehicles and only within some of the vampire bodies.

She considered stepping outside the field, but then thought against it, considering the utter…disjointed feeling before they switched their devices on.

Bambera was about to ask one of the Night Wolf personnel when a Lieutenant appeared, having managed to sneak up on her, she secretly gave him points for that.

"Brigadier." He addressed her, the rank came across as an almost comfortable name rather than a rank.

"Lieutenant?" She raised an eyebrow, it was obvious he wanted to say something.

"We can move the jammers out further…" He gestured in the directions that she was looking further out where the majority of the vampire bodies lay. "…but their effectiveness will be lessened, all your teams are proficient in anti-hypnosis techniques." He said, it was more a statement, than a question be it rhetoric or not.

"Of course Lieutenant." Bambera made sure every person within her command had advanced anti-hypnosis training, you never knew when you'd come across an alien with better than terrible telepathic skills, or even UNIT standing order priority A1…or any other time travelers that might cross paths with anyone with her command.

"Proceed with the movement, my teams will…continue with their duties."

Bambera watched as the three people from Night Wolf moved the large devices out into a much larger triangular grid, the feeling was almost immediate, it wasn't the same as when they'd initially arrived, without any of the devices on, this was much more subtle, a little bit like being gassed…

It was silky, yet urgent, a feeling that suggested she should get in her truck, even take off on foot, that it would stop the feeling.

Bambera shook herself, it was an irritant but with enough concentration she could ignore it, looking around her other teams and were doing similar things, checking their weaponry, their wood…shield things, the clean up crews appeared to be concentrating on their work.

Then she saw a building, which she hadn't noticed before, it appeared to be an old run down pub, except he door was opening slowly, General Lethbridge Stewart had assured her that there would be no people in this part of London 'a practical guarantee, when dealing with the wand users…but there might be some…call them not enemies for now Bambera'.

"You men with me." She barked grabbing at her weapon with one hand and the shield, wood device in the other.

She noted that her teams were doing the same.

They converged around the door just as a group of…people in what appeared to be fancy dress spilt out of it, pointing wooden sticks…wands, at her and her team.

"Activate." She muttered to her teams. "Protego." She said firmly.

In front of her and her men the air rippled and she felt the wooden block in her hand almost tighten, then in front of her was a red shield, the edges were fuzzed slightly, but it made everything through it slightly red tinged, but it made most of the people in fancy dress, who looked like they had just fought a small battle take a step back.

"Who are you?" Bambera noted the man, had a false eye and scars which looked like he'd had his face removed and placed back on his skull, his voice was rough and hard…Bambera knew that if this group rushed her and her team he would be the first she'd need to shoot.

But…General Lethbridge Stewart has said to announce first…'standard speech…you know the drill…"

"I am Brigadier Bambera of UNIT, we are currently cleaning up a bio-hazardous incident, please return to your…" Bambera gazed up at the building, she noticed that the group followed her eye line. "…building."

"Unit?" The younger woman queried.

UNIT wasn't a secret as in a secret, its existence wasn't a secret to the armed forces, even the politicians, it was a research organization with military backing to some…it was what they dealt with that was frequently the secret part of their organisation.

"United Nations Intelligence Taskforce. We are currently clearing the area of an array of hazardous materials. Please return to your building." She stated clearly, watching their sticks…wands…

Her team tensed as they seemed to shift into a stance similar to a sword fighting position, another thing that Ancelyn taught UNIT teams.

"Any hostile action will be met and countered and you shall be considered an enemy by myself and my troops." That was an order both to the hostiles and Bambera noted with satisfaction as she heard her team's click of their weapons as the safeties came off their guns.

There was then, a slightly worried look through the group as they saw her team take aim over their primary organs.

Bambera watched one man, younger than some of the others muttering to the group.

Then they all moved shuffling trying to get back inside the building, the scarred man with the false eye looked at Bambera and her team once more muttering something. Bambera swore it sounded like 'damn mudels…'.

Then there was just the single younger man left, he waited until the door closed.

"I'm Remus, Remus Lupin..." He lent over at the door, her team followed his actions, their fingers tightening on the trigger as he checked the door was shut.

"I know about Night Wolf." He raised an eyebrow. Bambera almost did herself, for a supposedly more secret than UNIT organisation it had some odd friends.

"I am surprised…" He said almost appraising her team.

"At what Mr Lupin?"

"At how fast you are at your 'clean up'. The ministry hardly ever in the last war worried about 'muggles' in our war…I am surprised that you were able to bypass the anti-muggle charms…" Bamera watched this Lupin as he looked at her; she nodded to her team.

"Maintain the perimeter, I'll look after him." Her team moved back out to their original positions, she could handle Lupin, she held onto the wooden shield block in her pocket, but had deactivated it as they started to walk.

"Do you know where Harry is?" He asked looking around.

"Harry?" She asked curiously…

"Harry Potter…probably had large black leathery wings…" Lupin muttered the last part as though worried to share the information.

Bambera merely raised an eyebrow.

"Do you know where he is." Bambera could have sworn the man growled.

"He is alive…as to where…I cannot say, he is safe at a UNIT facility…" Bambera stated. The man, Lupin seemed to pause and think for a moment.

"Tell him thank you…no…tell him to contact…just tell him we're at HQ…" He said after a moment's pause.

"Very well Mr Lupin." She said, he nodded a thanks and walked back to the…building, half way back he seemed to pause as though he was thinking, she saw him tense his hand into a fist, then he chuckled and walked back inside.

Bambera ordered her men to continue a perimeter patrol, to properly ascertain that there were no hostiles.

It became clear early on that the only hostiles left were dead…though they were dead, they were no dangerous.

After consulting with the woman in charge of the clean up crew she made an executive decision.

She'd left a squad behind, their orders were to keep any civilians out of the bio-hazard zone, just in case they were able to bypass the field which as she left had been concentrated inward around the bodies, in theory it left the clean up teams cut up from everyone, with her men patrolling the outskirts.

She meanwhile was accompanying the man who fought…that army, Harry Potter, who still lay unconscious, his…wings lying limp around him.

Again she hoped that she could gain clearance for Anceyln…his calm manner would surely help to explain the man before her and how he came to be fighting armies alone.

Bambera shook her head, Ancelyn would probably say the same thing he said to her, when she ended up in UNIT's hostpital.

'You're a hero my lady, you fight the evil in the world, and defend against the attackers that bring forth destruction.'

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This is a direct continuation of events from chapter 26.

Also much of this chapter runs co-current with later events of Chapter 41 of Sorcery, UNITed, Independence, Space.

Chapter 28 will continue the events of this chapter and the previous, dealing with many of the battles and issues that have arisen from these two chapters.

Thanks for reading.