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 39
Jones and probably many others of his team watched the slightly serpentine man walk towards Harry who was walked up halfway to meet them. As they walked he felt the tell tale 'feeling' of a wand user putting up quite powerful spells and wards, it was like a feeling slightly unlike static electricity…so light you almost didn't feel it.
Voldemort was flanked by three others.
Watching through his scope he watched them exchange quite civilised greetings…considering they were enemies.
Jones kept in his sights the three people flanking Voldemort, none of them had removed their hoods as yet.
The greeting, after a moment looked to be over and the three flankers uncovered themselves revealing; Severus Snape, Jones recognised him from Harry's descriptions, the second man had a distinctly vacant expression and a weaselly appearance, the third seemed twitchy with an crazed smile on his face, watching Harry it seemed that he did not recognise this man.
Jones watched as Harry gestured to the weaselly man, he watched carefully reading Harry's lips was easier than Voldemort, who was slurring his words or something to that effect.
'I see you…my advice…"
The weasily man stepped forward and removed his cloak, bringing the scope back to a wider view he looked at the three men and the weaselly one.
Jones raised an eyebrow, most of the man's head had exploded outwards, he could see as the man turned right into the brain cavity, there were still lumps of grey matter around the skull where what had probably been the brain exploded out.
Jones wondered for a moment if there was any use aiming for the vital organs in the man, after all if he did have a brain to keep the vital organs going…
Jones refocused his attentions on who Harry was looking at, the signal that they'd agreed on would 'help bolster his credentials' and help to scare the shit out of the death eaters.
Harry waved with his fingers at Severus Snape, it took Jones less than a second to get an aim.
"3, 2, 1…" Jones whispered to himself and pulled the trigger, the bullet shop out of the specially modified and silenced weapon and punched a neat hole in Severus Snape's head. He collapsed to the ground with a slight convulsion.
That appeared to shake things up a little as all the collected masked death eaters began moving around drawing their wands and generally pointing them in Harry's direction.
'Your…eaters are a little jumpy…Voldemot…'
Harry turned to look at the second man who wasn't staring vacantly at the ground.
'Are you…I swear we've met before…" Jones watched as Harry got an answer, Harry nodded in grim understanding 'The last in your family…' Then he waved in a similar fashion as he had done Snape.
Jones was easily able to target this man's heart and a moment later a bullet tore through the tissues surrounding it and punctured the vital organ. The man seemed to try and do something with his wand before convulsing and ended up on the ground next to Severus Snape.
Voldemort stared at Harry, Harry meanwhile just seemed to stare at his hand with a menacing smile as he moved slowly backwards, obviously to give himself some room to manoeuvre.
Then, obviously trying to stop Harry Voldemort drew his wand…then everything happened quite quickly, the green, killing curse leapt from his wand toward Harry, who appeared to be already moving and withdrawing two Uzis from within his jacket.
It looked as though he put at least two clips into the weasl man, whose body seemed to turn to shreds upon the onslaught.
The killing curse passed by Harry as he came fell into a fighting pose a moment later.
"How passé, the killing curse, and I thought we were going to be 'allies'." Jones heard Harry say in a loud voice.
Then Voldemort shouted "Attack." He also looked a bit constipated.
It was probably the magic field Jones had felt go up.
It was at that point that the Order and who ever they had supporting them came out of behind and to the sides of the mass of Death Eaters, firing spells everywhere.
It also made Jones' job that bit much harder, most of the Death Eaters had masks on…which give him and the others targets.
He could hear a short distance away missiles ripping from their housings towards the trolls and giants who were creating a rear flank preventing both the death eaters and the order from escaping and getting right around behind them.
Further along what had become a battlefield Lieutenant Gibbs weaved around behind the giants and trolls, setting and checking the claymores that he and his partner Sergeant Roginski were setting as the battle raged, thankfully (and quite stupid on the enemy's part) they weren't looking behind them.
They wouldn't see what was behind them when they moved either.
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Up high on top of one of the tall stacks of pallets Captain Defris raised the Starburst missile and took aim at the huge giant that was baring down on a group who according to the briefings were friendlies.
Defris braced herself and let loose the missile, immediately crouching back down below the firing line of most of the wand users she 'observed' or rather watched with satisfaction as the missile flew the relatively short distance towards its target, the extra velocity made it actually punch straight through the first giant before exploding sending…pieces of a second slamming into the hillside and the surrounding pallets.
Defris was about to roll over and grab another when she saw before she heard the flash of light, and rolled instinctively away.
The green killing curse harmlessly hit the pallets, as she grabbed for her weapon firing shots towards where in her peripheral vision the shot probably had come from…
The death eater disillusioned on the flying carpet chuckled to himself as the muggle woman helplessly tried to escape…then three pieces of hot copper exploded through his retina, eardrum and kidney, causing him to loose control of the carpet and plummet on top of a vampire feeding on one of Voldemort's wounded loyalists.
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Higher above, so far up that up really didn't have the meaning it did on Earth the RSCS Firefox completed its final manoeuvres bringing it into a low Earth orbit out of sight of any satellites and telescopes that might happen to glance towards the large space craft.
"Is the transmat ready and aligned?" Captain Ian Timms asked of the man in charge of pushing the buttons and grabbing Voldemort from the ground.
"No." Came the short slightly worried answer.
"No…" Captain Timms said slightly unbelievingly.
"Captain…" Nikita trailed off. "This is the feed of a close range sensors…" Lt Nikita Robertson said as an image flicked onto one of the screens before them, it was a close in image of the target area, an area not even 5 kilometres square.
It looked like there was a hurricane, typhoon and an electrical storm of terawatt proportions.
"That isn't good." The captain said mainly to himself before recovering. "What do the sensor analysis team say?"
"They're just analysing the data, initial scans are it's a localised phenomena...the readings have a 70 percent relation rate of high to extreme levels of wand user magical use…and it's not just at the ground…" Lt Robertson said as he read and listened as the information poured in from the various portions of the ship.
"They're doing it…could they know?"
"Battle strategy doesn't think so…they think it's a stratagem to disorientate who ever they're fighting down there and keep anyone else away…"
"Can we lock on and get a transmat through that?" The captain hit the internal comms button through to the matter transmission area.
"Uh…." Was the only reply, which managed to sound busy and unsure.
"How long to the estimated readiness time?"
"5 minutes sir." The time had been an beginning of readiness that Sorcerer Potter had agreed upon with Night Wolf, it was an estimate based on various factors, but also gave them a time to organise around.
The captain frowned.
"Sir…" It was the voice of the man in charge of the Trasmat systems. "I can probably get a lock on…but we're going to need to get a bit closer than we are to get a definite lock and transmission."
"We need to get below the interference level…but above the relay vessel…"
The captain thought on this quickly, aware of the time quickly ticking away until he needed to be in position.
"Get on to Night Wolf, tell them to clear all air traffic…and hope that there aren't any star gazers out tonight." He said in a calm voice to the communications officer.
"Power up antigravs, channel extra power to the transmat adaptions and prepare to hold within the atmosphere."
So the 320 meter long ship; the Firefox dropped out of its low Earth orbit into the gravity field of the planet below aiming for a small site where a battle was reaching its climax for two of its (some might say) most powerful combatants…
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Harry Potter, known to the wand users as 'the boy who lived' as though such a title were thought to bring joy to a man who had simply wanted to live his life.
Though these were the same people who called their most feared enemy 'he who must not be named', these were the same people who turned a looked to a young man to fight their battles and solve all their problems.
These were the people who would play games with their citizens…as though they were pieces on a board.
Harry Potter, Sorcerer, Pilot Officer with the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce – Night Wolf, fought with determination against a man, who wasn't who hadn't been for a long time.
Harry Potter; man, fighter, warrior, thinker…wounded, battle scarred…blood pouring from gashes inflicted via spells from a man…from a thing more than double his age….
Harry Potter backed away pretending to fall back, maybe he was falling back, strategy, battle analists would say included a planned retreat…and Harry Potter wasn't retreating, he was luring the spider into a trap…
Except this spider was a snake, spitting spells like venom, and this snake had just walked into a trap, sprung by a Raven.
"PROTEGO!" Harry Potter shouted his wand shaking in his hand…or it could have been his hand that was shaking and his wand was just gripped through determination…and pain.
Flares of energy spun up around the ground, energy stored in a wood not of this Earth but created of this civilisation.
Harry Potter, a thinker, a strategist, this was part of his plan 'the plan' grabbed at the hose hidden under a tarpaulin against the battle that raged and flung the handle of the large canister.
Liquid Nitrogen; LN2 , Nitrogen; one of the most common elements, atomic number 7, present in 78.1 percent of Earth's atmosphere…
However in a liquid form it was so much more useful than a simple inert gas.
The liquid nitrogen tore out of the hose, punctuating the silence save the sound of gun shots that punctuated the battle area, the stillness from the shock that Harry Potter, 'boy who lived' had 'he who must not be named' trapped…seemingly by 'magic'.
As Harry Potter sprayed the last of the gas all over his foe he reached with his spare hand and hit the 'ON' button on a device which most of the people on the ground fighting wouldn't have the knowledge how to use, and those who knew its function would testify that it wasn't possible for it to function.
Above them, only slightly above the clouds which were a maelstrom of still pulsing energy a large (in terms of anything the wand users could create) hung above the sky.
"Are we ready Lt?" The captain asked as the ship hung above the Inferno site, most likely visible, though surrounded at a distance by all manner of RAF aircraft keeping prying eyes and air craft away from the giant of the skies.
"Sir…yes…signal coming through."
It was a single word.
"ACTIVATE." It was shouted above the cacophony of spells which had resumed with vigour when it had become apparent that the 'boy who lived' wasn't going to do something as simple as a spell, nothing simple that they could all watch with awe and fear…or hopeful joy as their lord and master beat the 'boy who lived' so darkness could reign upon their lands.
"What the hell's going on?" The captain shouted as 'power warning's erupted from various points on the ship.
"Power draw is going past safeties, Voldemort must have a person protection on him that's inhibiting the transmat…I'm drawing in more power…it's now or never…"
There was a whine from somewhere in the ship as more power was diverted and channel to the recently installed (for this very purpose…just in case) focusing array.
On the Earth's surface Voldemort; the 'Dark Lord', 'he who must not be named', a man who had been reborn, a thing which had reined for all too long, an evil which continued to rant even through he…it could not move, nor speak…dematerialised from the Earth and travelled an extremely short distance into what was known where it had been constructed as a 'Transmat cage' built for one purpose, for a man; Harry Potter, Sorcerer Pilot officer in the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce – Night Wolf to fly the cage in a craft to a sun…and destroy the thing, the man, the evil that had plagued his life once and for all.
Harry Potter sighed with relief as Voldemort disappeared after an extended time 'in transmat'.
"Transmat complete Last Raven. Subject is contained within Cage." Came the very crackled response.
He was just about to turn and disappear when two bodies collapsed behind him, they had been shot with a long range assault rifle.
"Thank you Jones." He muttered to himself grabbing the gash on his torso and disappeared like wind of a moor.
"Transmat complete."
"Get us back into our original orbit and keep a sensor lock on the Shadow Blaze."
"Sir."
The RSCS Firefox moved swiftly and quickly up out of the Earth's atmosphere and away from it's pull of gravity and the vision of potential witnesses to it's grandeur and presence.
"We have sensor lock."
"Put it up, I want a transmat lock and full sensor analysis on the vessel…just in case…"
An image of a midnight black craft appeared on the main left hand screen whilst the right switched to display data of altitude, relative power output, speed and other such data.
"He's not moving very fast…"
"No sir…almost negative altitude gain…" Lt Robertson trailed off, then something lit up on the scanners.
"Energy spike! Confirming Hyper space window generator…he's opening a hyperspace window."
"Within the atmosphere…" The captain swore.
"Energy displacement is eratic…it's only just covering he craft…if it doesn't…there was a flash and the ship disappeared, the hyperspace window hung in the atmosphere for less than a second before shutting.
For those on the Firefox it was a mammoth amount of energy flung about in a method that all the manuals, suggestions and basic training said you shouldn't do.
On the ground the battle paused in wonder, allowing the UNIT teams to pick off some death eaters who too similar to those of the Order watched in awe of the energy…
The following close of said energy was enough to burst the ear drums of those remaining flying on carpets near the window of energy, it also shattered any glass in a 10 km radius.
Two death eaters' screams punctuated the silence as so called 'unbreakable' potion vials containing a mix of flesh deteriorating and blood boiling potions (brewed by the recently late Severus Snape) broke covering their upper torsos with a concoction, had anyone been a devotee of Shakespeare they might have commented that they were 'hoist by their own petard'.
The sounds of their screams and the recommence of battle was broken once more as two additional Starburst missile shot forward towards two remaining trolls…
Then the whole area hummed for a moment as jamming devices, built within an old building, by a young woman under the command of a great man hummed with power and worked even more than they had hoped for.
As some of the remaining death eaters tried to go to sneak around the edges to fire spells in some effort to escape they wondered into jammed zones of magic where their precious wands became but lengths of wood and when they tried to run back towards their 'safety' of battle against the remaining order they were shot down by members of the same organization which had turned their wands into wood and their skills into but words.
Then the panic started and those death eaters which had been torturing various others within the battle turned and ran, lighting the sky around as the claymores tripped making their bodies join the lumpy mess of troll flesh and corpses that littered the battle area.
Jones grabbed at his S/K-1 weapon and tried for his radio, hoping that the he was inside the jamming field enough for the radio to work and contact everyone from his teams.
"All teams move in, move in, take down any hostiles, stun the remainders, I want this area safe and settled."
Jones flung himself over the mound where he had been firing from towards the mass of bodies both living, dead and controlled.
He made eye contact with several of his team they all had their weapons out, the S/K-1 for stunning and a standard sidearm…for any of the more troublesome that hadn't been blown up attempting to escape.
Jones was very aware that the jamming field didn't extend to where they were walking, but if he allowed the group before him to leave he wasn't just letting the friendlies leave, he was allowing some (who hadn't been eliminated) escape as well, and that was an unacceptable outcome, they hadn't come this far to let some of those filth get away.
Jones stepped forward slowly, he didn't say anything, but watched, they all stood with wands out, not saying, just staring at his and his team members approach, they wouldn't begin to separate them until they were in optimum firing range or…
Out of the corner of his eye he saw three men in white masks run around a pallet.
"Avada Ked…" Jones and another opened fire with their side arms less than a second late they fell to the ground.
Jones turned back to the crowd preparing to speak loudly and firmly to the crowd.
"You are on restricted property, put down your wands and you will be removed safely." Jones paused looking briefly up to a pallet where he could see a tiny glint of Defris' sniper sight. "Resist and we will use deadly force."
The prompted a quick response from what were most likely death eaters hiding in the scrum of the mix of order and death eaters which had been hearded together from the claymore explosion and the edges of the jamming field.
"You stupid muggle you think just because the Dark Lord isn't here you're safe…Cruci…"
Jones opened fire with his side arm whilst two others fired with their S/K-1's set to Kill, dropping four of the death eaters to the ground.
There was a gasp somewhere at the rear of the group.
"Drop your wands…Now!" Jones barked at the crowd. There was an exchange of looks followed by a dull sound of wood dropping to the ground.
Over the next hour or everyone present had been their hands bound behind their backs with plastic ties (and therefore un-removable without a pair of scissors…or the ability to appartate, and the jammer sitting nearby put a stop to those that wanted to try) then a UNIT containment team had arrived.
Each person was checked against a list of faces and information provided by Harry for this very purpose, they'd also been monitored for for an hour away from any liquids to ascertain there were no impersonations amongst them…there had and those had been removed quickly from the site, kicking, swearing shouting and muttering various insults upon their fellows.
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Jones flicked on the video feed into what used to be one of the old machinery huts.
"All the information's checked out?"
"Double checked sir."
"Good." Jones rose from where he had been correlating the movement of the prisoners they'd collected with the UNIT containment team. The team would move them to a secure facility for questioning, then they'd most likely be sent to prison…an ultra-high security prison in a deep underground ex-cold war bunker in Russia where UNIT kept its other 'other' criminals.
Jones gathered enough of his team before making sure all their weapons were set to stun, it wouldn't do to shoot to kill any of the friendlies…but equally the Brigadier had ordered that when they were transported they shouldn't be able to 'follow them home', and should they return to the site they'd find nothing of the previous night's battle, the clean up crew had begun as soon as they'd secured all of the prisoners.
Jones stepped in weapon drawn.
"So now you've questioned us all what're goin' to do with us?" Asked Mad Eye Alastor Moody, his eye swivelling around as though by it's own accord.
Jones just turned and nodded and then they all opened fire, the entire group was slumped a moment later.
They all moved around double checking for any 'complications'.
"No problems sir."
"Good lets get the to the transport…" Jones looked back at Moody for a moment. "Make sure he has his eyes are closed and then blind fold him."
Outside the sun was rising its way up past the horizon…millions of kilometres away a small craft sped toward its own sun and its own horizon.
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There it is, the battle between them everyone. However, it's not the end, but we're getting there, there are still quite a few loose ends that need to be tied up.
Thanks for reading.