Chapter Seven: Behead the Snake
AN/: so here's my butchered version of the ministry battle.
Excerpt from The Order of the Phoenix by JK Rowling:
There was a loud bang and a yell from behind the dais. Harry saw Kingsley, yelling in pain, hit the ground. Bellatrix Lestrange turned tail and ran as Dumbledore whipped around. He aimed a spell as her but she deflected it. She was halfway up the steps now –
"Harry – no!" cried Lupin, but Harry had already ripped his arm from Lupin's slackened grip.
"SHE KILLED SIRIUS!" bellowed Harry. "SHE KILLED HIM – I'LL KILL HER!"
And he was off, scrambling up the stone benches. People were shouting behind him but he did not care. The hem of Bellatrix's robes whipped out of sight ahead and they were back in the room where the brains were swimming …(Rowling, 808-809.)
Scott shook his head as he saw Harry run off in pursuit of Bellatrix. The kid had a fire in him that Scott had seen before. It reminded him a lot of himself in a way, with his acceptance into the US Army Rangers. Back then he'd been filled with the same piss and vinegar, and held a vast untrained potential. And now with the death of Sirius Black, that fire had the potential to become white hot. Harry would harden from this mistake and come back stronger than ever before.
Scott keyed his radio and spoke softly into the mic, "SB got aced, Potter is on his way to you. Kill the bitch if possible."
A soft "Roger," came back to him. It seemed Zane's enchantments on their radio equipment was working perfectly. Hopefully the same could be said for their weapons. Scott watched the Death Eaters and Order members duke it out in the veil room. He was sequestered in an unobtrusive corner, FAL at the ready under his new invisibility cloak.
The light show before him was interesting to watch but too inefficient to his warrior eyes. The jets of light were far to slow in their flights and easily dodged with minor reflexes. Every combatant relied too much on their wands, and there was very little spacial awareness. A pair of duelers would fight side by side and neither party would think to send a shot to help their buddy. There was no sense of tactics, or strategy, and the fights were haphazard with no form or order.
A squad of pogues could take these people out, Scott thought to himself.
Dumbledore was the only impressive fighter of the lot. He spun left and right in his hideous robes, sending spells towards any unsuspecting death eater. The older man twirled his wand and seven blue beams of energy lashed out wrapping around each death eater in the room and pulling them together in a tight tether. With a few twists of his wand, the old wizard bound the death eaters and kept them in place. Then Dumbledore bounded off in pursuit of Harry.
The order members gathered together. The girl with bright pink hair picked the black man off the floor and fed him a potion vial. The scarred one had two wands pointed at the captured enemy. None of the Order members seemed to be aware of their surroundings. A perfect entry for him.
Scott raised his rifle and let the cloak spill off the barrel, slightly revealing him to any searching eyes. He sighted on the mass of death eaters and compensated for Zane's enchantments. He belted out a full magazines from the rifle, holding down the trigger and spraying the captured forces. Ninety rounds of heavy .308 slugs blasted from the modified thirty round magazine, shredding the death eaters, and sending bloody chunks across the room.
The FAL coughed instead of roared, sounding exactly like a silenced pistol. The recoil was almost nil, and Scott overcompensated for the first ten rounds or so, cutting a swath in the stone floor. But the other eighty were on target for a devastating effect.
Jugson, Rabastan, Rodolphus, Dolohov, Lucius, Crabbe, Goyle, and Nott all died within seconds. Their bodies ripped to shreds. Some of the heavy slugs carried enough force to blow off arms and legs, others capable of pulverizing skulls, taking their leering white masks with them.
The order members stood still in shock, disbelieving the sight before them. Moody spun around immediately and shot two stunners at Scott's position. He dived out of the way and rolled on the floor. His cloak caught on the ALICE pack and pulled half way off his body, revealing his position to the other order members. Scott didn't care, he had already recovered and was now holding them under his gun sights.
"Who're ye?" The grizzled Auror barked out. The two wands were pointed right between Scott's eyes.
"An ally," Scott quietly said. He lowered his rifle and stood fully. Still under wand point, Scott stowed away his invisibility cloak and walked up to the order members. Kingsley gasped when he saw the assault vest and accompanying sidearm. The jet black clothes and camouflage face paint made Scoot look like a menacing specter. It was the affect the mercenary longed for.
"Name's Scott Craig. I'm a mercenary hired to shorten this war. I think that would do it a bit." Scott informed them. He gestured to the bloody mass of bodies in the middle of the floor.
"We don't kill people!" Tonks leaned in and shouted at him. Scott was impressed. During her tirade her hair went from pink to a dark red. It made her look very attractive.
"The light never kills. It's not our way," Kingsley said. He too had raised his wand, roughly pointing it in Scott's directing. The mercenary pretended to take no notice.
"And how's that working out for you? Capture eight key enemies and throw them in jail. Then watch as the incompetent bureaucracy lets them loose or lets them escape? Then you're back to battling them across the country. And the cycle repeats itself." Scott spat at them.
"American, from yer accent," Moody said. Scott looked at him and smirked.
"Yeah American, you want my full history? Fine, my brother and I are squibs, thrown out of the family at eleven. We enrolled in the military, army and marines respectively. Ten years later we get shafted, thrown to the wolves, so we become mercenaries. And until three weeks ago, my brother and I've been screwing up people in Africa, until we get paid a load of money to come up here and have some fun. Satisfied?"
"Whose your employer?" Kingsley asked. Scott glared at him.
"Not up for discussion. Suffice it to say we're on your side."
"Brother?" Tonks spoke up. Scott smiled at her.
"Right, lets check on him, shall we?" He grabbed up his radio and spoke loudly into the mic. "Nate, is snake face dead yet?"
A slow understanding was beginning to dawn on the order's faces. The radio shot out hash for a moment, then Nate's voice came back loud and clear.
"He's dead. Head's only thing recognizable. Got a boy and an old wierdo who wants to talk to you." Kingsley snorted despite himself.
"What about the bitch?"
"She got away,"
"Did he just say what I think he said?" Tonks asked. Scott detected the light hope in her voice. Scott gave her a gin this time. The door to the veil room slammed open and the order members spun their wands up. Scott had lifted his FAL to the ready position then lowered it as he identified the newcomers.
It was the kids from the school. All of them looked a little worse for wear, bruises and lacerations covered their bodies. Scott glanced over and saw the portly boy, Neville, stumbling towards the kids. He hadn't spoken a word since Scott's bloody entrance.
"Well now that the gang's all here, Lets go see how my older brother's doing, shall we?" Scott smiled at them with far too much enthusiasm.
The moment Scott's warning hit Nate's Mic, he hunkered down and sighted through the scope of his REPR. Nate was in a prone position at the far end of the ministry atrium. He was a good seventy meters from the impressive fountain at the center, and well within the effective range of his rifle. For good measure he checked to see that his REPR was in battery, a motherfucker primed in the chamber. Just like Scott, Nate had his invisibility cloak spread over his body, with just a foot or so of his rifle pointing out from under the camouflage.
He didn't have to wait long, as a skinny black haired woman staggered out one of the left hand doors of the atrium. Two jets of light shot out after her, missing, but not by much. A scrawny kid raced out after her. He took proper aim as she neared the fountain and cut loose with a jagged red light. The spell struck the bitch in the back and sent her over with a cry into the fountain of water.
Nate smiled grimly and settled his Leopold scope on the lip of the fountain, intending to pop her head open as she rose out. Bellatrix stayed just beyond his sights and floundered a bit in the water. The two exchanged words and Bellatrix's cold laughter sent a chill down Nate's spine.
"Bitches be crazy!" Nate whispered to himself. He watched as they yelled at each other. Bellatrix appeared behind the fountain, obscuring Nate's shot. She moved behind an office door and Nate cursed his luck. The boy, Harry, moved up to the statues and sent a couple more curses the bitches way. Then she dropped to the floor and stated sobbing.
Nate watched them have an angst fest back and forth. His boredom was starting to get the better of him as he toyed with putting his rifle sights on Harry's legs. He heard a high cold voice breach his ears and send ripples across his skin.
"Can't I, Potter?"
And the new dude appeared, just fucking appeared in the middle of the atrium! Nate had to jerk his body sharply to the left to sight in on the newcomer. He winced as he took in the silky black robes and the snake like face. The new guy was completely hairless with very little muscle covering his bony exposed arms. Long fingernails extended from his hands, each one ending in a wicked spike.
Harry raised his wand, but with a casual wave of his hand, Voldemort tossed the weapon away. Nate caressed the trigger of his REPR. He added another pound of pressure to the pull, sights dead on the back of Snake Face's head. Just as he was about to fire, Voldemort sent a sickly green curse Harry's way. Nate watched mesmerized as one of the statue from the fountain rose up, jumped in front of Harry, and blocked the curse. Marble exploded off the statue's chest as the killing spell was absorbed.
Voldemort turned and cursed at another figure slowly walking out of the shadows at the far end of the Atrium. This was another wizard decked out in brilliant, yet ridiculous looking robes. The two verbally spared for several moments. Then Voldemort raised his wand and fired off another green spell.
Nate just shook his head. "The most fucked up world I've ever seen," He whispered to himself. The light show as impressive and slightly dangerous. Voldemort produced a fiery sixty foot snake that Dumbledore flung into the ceiling. Several chunks of tiles and rock fell across the atrium, some uncomfortably close to Nate's position. A shocking black cloud shot out of Voldemort's wand and vaporized a ten meter crater in the floor, barely missing the light wizard.
Just as Nate seemed to catch a break, his sights settling on Voldemort's chest, Dumbledore captured the Dark Lord in a sphere of water. The old wizard concentrated and started the sphere spinning, keeping the Dark lord discombobulated. They were at an impasse for several moments, before Dumbledore seemed to lose concentration. The sphere of water fell to the floor and Voldemort rolled free. He sprung up and directed his wand at Dumbledore. A killing curse was just leaving his lips when his chest exploded in a shower of blood and gore.
Nate grinned, and he depressed the trigger, spraying Voldemort's body with motherfuckers. The meaty flesh did not provide enough impact to detonate the explosive, but the 185gr projectiles made up for the loss. Gouts of blood spurted from the Dark Lord's body as Nate stitched a red line up his leg and into his stomach. He kept his aim off the head, for verification purposes. Finally his rifle coughed out it's last round. Nate nodded once at the job and reloaded with a fresh modified magazine.
The great Dark Lord Voldemort was quite dead, his body being nearly ripped to shreds. The body petered for a second before falling to the floor with a loud wet slap. A pool of thick blood and various chunks of meat spread around the body. The snake like face was set in a sneer that rigor mortise would make permanent in a matter of hours.
Nate rose form his snipers nest and yanked off his cloak, stowing the thing away in his bag. He slowly approached Albus Dumbledore. He spared a glance at Harry, as the kid puked his guts out into the partially animated fountain. The mercenary strode up next to Dumbledore and looked over his handiwork. The light wizard did not spare Nate a glance though he was very aware of the newcomers presence. The shock at seeing his former student gutted so thoroughly was gripping him in the silence.
An inhuman moan arose form the corpse. The body jerked once in a spasm before a greenish light spread from the skull and encompassed the upper chest. Dumbledore's wand shot up as Nate raised his own weapon in response. They needn't have bothered. The moans abruptly halted as a green spirit escaped the body. The spirit took a partial form of a human body and hissed at them threateningly before it zoomed up and vanished into the ceiling.
"Oh dear, I suspected, but I never thought he'd really do it. Poor Tom, what have you done?" Dumbledore whispered. Nate picked up on every word.
"Hell, the longer I stay here the more this place gets fucked up." He said aloud. Dumbledore gazed at the ceiling foe a moment longer.
"Who are you?" Albus finally rasped out. His finger tightened on his wand.
"Nathaniel Craig. Call me Nate."
Dumbledore finally looked at Nate and took him in, scanning professionally over his black BDUs assault vest, and face paint. His visible weapons, and probably hidden ones came under the same minute scrutiny. Nate bore the gaze with his head high.
"That tells me nothing … Nate," Albus finally said. Nate shrugged and offered up another practiced response.
"My brother and I got some good intel that Voldie would be here tonight. We laid a trap."
Dumbledore's eye raised slightly when he heard this.
"Brother?" Nate sighed and right on cue Scott's voice came through his ear piece.
"Nate, is snake face dead yet?" Nate grabbed his radio and spoke out loud for his small audience.
"He's dead. Head's only thing recognizable. Got a boy and an old wierdo who wants to talk to you." Dumbledore's only reaction was a jerk of his head. He stared at the radio in wonder.
"What about the bitch?" Scott's voice now came through the intercom as Nate depressed the proper button. Nate gave the atrium a moments scan before the reported back.
"She got away," He spat a large wad onto Voldemort's corpse and rechecked his weapon. The boring eyes from the old wizard was making him antsy.
"Who are you?" Dumbledore asked again. Nate shrugged. He spun around slightly as several fireplaces lit up down the entrance hall. Dozens of wizards and witches poured out, racing towards the destruction in the atrium. Red robed wizards were out in front of the group, wands held high as if in a charge.
"They friendly?" Nate asked. He raised his REPR into the low ready position, just in case.
"Yes, they're Aurors. Our version of magical law enforcement. Let me do the talking." Dumbledore moved towards the crowd arms to his sides. Nate admired him for a moment. The old wizard moved with a commanding purpose. His body gave off an aura of self assurance and confidence, and deep underneath a pulse of pure power. Despite his ridiculous clothes, this was a man you did not want to fuck with.
"Is he really dead?" The voice snapped Nate's gaze around to the kid, Harry. The boy was looking at the bloody corpse, all feelings of disgust gone from his face. There was a flash of something else, like hope. Nate gave the corpse a good kick with his boot.
"Deader than a box of nails."
"You used muggle weapons?" Nate took that for a question. He hefted his REPR and admired it for a second.
"Yep, better than those frilly spells of yours. More accurate too," he bragged. The look on Harry's face told him the description of his spells as 'frilly' was not taken well. Nate just shrugged at him.
"HARRY!" The shriek quieted the atrium immensely and made Nate wince slightly. Some girl just blew out her voice box with that shriek. He looked over and saw a gaggle of beat up kids running towards the fountain. Taking up the rear were three surly wizards and his brother, with a shit eating grin on his face.
Dumbledore was talking quietly with a large group of black robed men. The foremost had a stupid look on his face and a dusty bowler hat on his head. His robes barely concealed a enlarged stomach with pajamas underneath. Finally after a few last words, Dumbledore moved away from them and walked back to Nate. Scott had joined him at his side, giving the other brother a hearty slap on the back.
"I do not believe this is the proper atmosphere for a lengthy discussion. Might we retire somewhere more comfortable?" Dumbledore asked them smoothly. The hard look on the old man's face told the mercenaries there was no other choice.
Its what they wanted anyway. They gave their consent. Dumbledore picked up several pieces of rubble off the floor and waved his wand over them, converting the pieces to ad-hoc portkeys. He handed one piece to Scott and Nate, then distributed the rest among his fellow people.
"Nymphadora, my dear, would you please take the kids back to headquarters. Do call madam Pomfrey and get them some attention. Harry please join us." Dumbledore said. He turned a wary eye on the brothers.
"I'll need to clean up a bit here. The portkey will take you to my office at Hogwarts. Simply state activate while holing it."
Nate and Scott simply shrugged their shoulders. They watched as first, Moody, then Harry were whisked away. Now familiar with the process they jumped away from the ministry.
Dumbledore's office was an exact replica of his weird mindset. Books and papers were scattered everywhere with many a toy and whimsical tool resting amongst the furniture. Harry sat, looking tired and drained, in one of the comfortable easy chairs. His face was buried in his hands and the silent shaking of his shoulders told of his emotional state.
Moody stood in a corner, silently glaring at the two mercenaries. The old Auror held two wands in his hands, though they were not pointed threateningly. Scott and Nate stood calmly in front of the large wood desk, taking in their surroundings with a detached interest. A beautiful red and gold phoenix stood on an elaborate perch. The bird merely watched the newcomers. A dozen moving portraits were arrayed around the room staring down at the visitors.
"Well that was fun," Nate said aloud. Scott snorted and leaned against the wood desk. He checked his rifle and shifted his backpack around on his shoulders.
"Wasn't it? Eight death eaters and the honcho. And we're not even getting paid!" Scott said. He smiled slightly. Neither man acknowledged Moody in the corner, nor did they care.
"What's next on the agenda?"
"We keep up the pressure. Hit the next staging ground for them. I'm thinking Malfoy Manor," Scott laid out the next plan, going through several points. Moody made no sound in reaction to their planning. He did move forward a few feet to listen in.
"We're still kinda poor, bro." Nate pointed out. Scott shrugged.
"Assaulting Malfoy Manor is not entirely based on the goodness of our hearts. I'm sure there's enough gold there to keep us occupied. We fill our pockets then detonate the place."
Nate grinned at the sound of explosives.
The fireplace flared and Dumbledore calmly walked out. He was shortly followed by Kingsley and another Auror. The headmaster viewed the visitors for a moment. He stepped over and stroked Fawkes's feathers as a greeting. The phoenix let out a slight trill in response. The sound brought a chill down the brother's spines.
"You'll be happy to learn, Harry, that none of your friends were hurt by this evenings escapades." Dumbledore said quietly. Harry did not look up or acknowledge the others in the room at all. He seemed perfectly comfortable to sit in the chair and stew in his own misery.
Nate glanced around and noticed Kingsley and the other Auror had arranged themselves to cover all the avenues. The brothers were surrounded in the small room. Dumbledore sat behind his desk and steepled his fingers. He stared at the brothers.
"Now I think it best we get to the bottom of this mystery. You must tell me exactly who you are and why you're here." Dumbledore said.
"I'm Scott Craig, formerly a US Army Ranger, got a dishonorable discharge a couple years back. Went into the mercenary business and took on a lot of jobs in Asia and Southern Africa. This here's my brother, Nathaniel Craig, goes by Nate. He use to be a US marine Force Recon Sniper. He got shafted last year on a routine mission and was given the boot. Now we freelance together." Scott told him. He skirted the truth as much as possible, knowing Dumbledore and the wizard's mental skills. He hoped Zane's medallion would hold up under a Dumbledore class of scan.
"You both are squibs I take it?" Dumbledore asked the question to Nate. The former marine raised an eye brow at the change of tactics and glanced down at his younger brother. Scott answered for them both.
"Yeah, but we don't go by that designation. We're warriors, through and through. Families kicked us out at eighteen. Guess they don't like non-magicals tarnishing their bloodlines." That was hopefully the only full lie he'd have to tell. Maybe.
"That does not explain why you're here," Again Dumbledore directed the question to Nate.
"We got a message from one of our contacts. Some big gun up here wanted this little bit of extremist terrorism you have to stop, and right damn quick. So we accept the money, grab a portkey and here we are."
"And your story? Is it the same?" Dumbledore asked. Scott glanced at him and then Nate.
"His name is Nate," Scott said. Dumbledore simply raised an eyebrow.
"I do not take kindly to silent strangers in my office. Especially when their lives are dictated to me without comment,"
Incredulous Scott made a show of looking directly at Kingsley and Moody. He shook his head at Dumbledore's continued silence and elbowed Nate in the ribs.
"Where's the location of Malfoy Manor," Nate ground out. Scott smirked knowingly. Dumbledore leaned back, surprised by the question. He glanced around at his pawns.
"Why would you need to know that?" He asked softly. The conversation had taken a suddenly dangerous turn.
"Because we want to blow it up. Better sooner than later. The more time those assholes have to regroup the worse it's gonna get down the road." Nate said.
"I find it hard to believe that with all your supposed knowledge into our affairs, you cannot locate a simple mansion."
Scott cursed softly to himself. Time for another lie.
"Lucius Malfoy is very rich. He pays as much as he makes in order to keep his dealings secret. We know a lot, but most of that first hand intel took months to get. At this point we've exhausted our available options." Scott said.
"Playing it by ear," Nate unnecessarily added.
"I'm not convinced giving you such information would prove beneficial." Dumbledore said.
Scott shrugged and looked over at Moody.
"Where's Malfoy Manor," The smirk he received made him grin. Moody opened his mouth to answer, but Dumbledore cut him off.
"I will not let you shed any more needless bloodshed. While I thank you for the help, such murder can not be tolerated."
"Needless murder? Are you nuts old man?" Scott nearly yelled at him. He felt the medallion against his chest vibrate slightly and warm at his skin. He broke eye contact and snatched the Glock from his side. He aimed the weapon at Dumbledore's chest, finger tightening on the trigger.
Moody, Kingsley, and the Auror reacted a second too slow, pointing their wands at the brothers. Harry no longer looked dismayed, instead staring wide eyes at the action unfolding. Through it all Dumbledore had not moved a muscle, save only a slight narrowing of his eyes.
"Do not look at my mind. You do that again I will not hesitate to kill you. We slaughtered eight death eaters today. We took out Voldemort and bought your miserable lives another few years of solitude. Got it! We don't care about you, the kid, or your little empire here. We just want to get rich and blow shit up while we're at it."
The tension in the room did not ease. Dumbledore sat quietly as he pondered the words. A thousand questions sang through his dull eyes. He looked long and hard at the brothers before casting his gaze on Harry Potter.
"Forgive me. I check everyone who could be a possible threat. If it weren't for your actions tonight, I would seize your secrets. But as you say, your actions have proven yourselves. My lapse will not happen again." Dumbledore spoke quietly.
Scott and Nate both gave him grim nods. They holstered their weapons and stood at ease. The Aurors took longer to relax.
"Now, I believe we should label you two as allies of the Order?" Dumbledore ventured.
"More like freelance agents." Scott corrected. Dumbledore gave a nod and smiled like some idiot's grandfather. His eyes twinkled madly.
"Well then welcome to our cause. However, if you intend to fight for the light, I would recommend you end the needless bloodshed."
Nate scoffed and muttered to himself. He walked around the room, occasionally shaking his fist at an unseen enemy. Scott's shoulders slumped, his only reaction to Dumbledore's statement.
"Is he alright?" Moody rasped from the corner. Both of his eyes were watching Nate carefully. Scott snorted.
"Yeah, he's just allergic to idiots. Look, Dumbledore, We're not here to play games. My bother and I are the best weapons you got right now. We don't just defeat death eaters, we put them in the fucking ground. You give us the go ahead, and we can end this war in a matter of days. We'll kill every death eater in Voldie's service, and give you room to maneuver on the big guy."
Dumbledore shook his head, " Voldemort is dead." He denied.
"No, his body is dead. His spirit is still out there waiting for the next horcrux to awaken."
Scott knew instantly he had said too much. Dumbledore rose from the desk and the full power of his aura hit Scott and Nate like a sledgehammer, throwing them across the office and into the far wall. Scott's Glock appeared in his hand, but it was snatched away by an unseen force.
"How do you know that term?" Dumbledore said. His voice had taken on a menacing tone. Small sparks of electricity jumped off of his body. The Aurors stood shocked by the display. None of them had seen such anger and ferocity in their leader. No one registered poor Harry's presence in the room.
"Fuck, put us down." Nate growled. Scott struggled manically, but the power seemed to squeeze him tighter, forcing his arms into his back.
"No more lies and half truths. Tell me!" Dumbledore roared at them. Scott wiggled his head to the left and caught his brother's eyes. This was definitely not in the plan.
"We're from an alternate reality." Scott said softly. The pressure on him dissipated, though he was still held firmly against the wall.
"Explain."
And Scott did. He told the wizard everything about the world shifter and their plans on how to use it. He talked about the goblin, Zane, and how they modified their gear and weapons. He told Dumbledore how their plan was to kill all the remaining death eaters and leave the order time to build up strength and find all seven horcruxes. With each truth coming out of Scott's mouth the force against him lessened, until both he and Nate were finally free.
Scott snatched up his rifle and pointed it directly at Dumbledore's head. Nate mirrored him only he kept the Aurors covered.
"What the fuck was that!" Scott screamed. He heaved in air into his lungs, his chest throbbing from nearly being crushed inward. His entire back ached in a near full body bruise.
"A simple truth charm. Had you lied to me further the power would have crushed you completely." Dumbledore explained calmly.
"You call that simple?" Kingsley grunted.
"Simple, elegant, easy, and also highly illegal. But it got the job done." Dumbledore said rather lightly.
"Swear on your life and your magic you will not take the device, or I swear by this rifle I'll blow your brains all over this office." Scott snarled at him.
Dumbledore laughed.
"I I don't care what you and your brother do in alternate realities. I care only about Tom. He must be stopped at all costs. Help me to achieve that at least." The old wizard said.
Ever so slowly, the two rifle muzzles pointed to the floor.
"Though I abhor killing and violence, I must say you men have made a convincing argument. Whatever dark lords we capture and bring to justice, they have a way of finding their freedom and wreaking havoc again. We capture, they break out, and our cycle becomes endless. Do you know of the remaining horcruxes?"
Scott listed off the dark objects, giving their exact locations. He even hinted at RAB and the hidden locket.
"And you will leave our reality when your job is done?" Dumbledore seemed incredibly calm about the whole thing.
"Yeah, we kill all the death eaters and get rich on gold in the process." Nate said loudly.
"Albus, you can't be seriously considering this?" Kingsley pleaded with his leader. Dumbledore held up a single hand to forestall any more comments.
"Alastor, what do you think of this?" Dumbledore asked.
"Never heard of other realities before," The gruff wizard replied. Dumbledore smiled faintly.
"There is an ancient myth that Merlin was a dimension traveler. It is a plausible theory amongst muggle circles. What is your exact plan of attack?"
Scott took a big breath, plan already laid out in his mind, "Phase one: Raid Malfoy Manor, kill all death eaters, steal all books, objects, paintings, and gold, plant some explosive and raze the place to the ground. Phase two: Raid the Guant house, copy Phase one, steal the Guant ring, blow more shit up. Phase three involves taking out Gringotts and getting that cup. How do you feel about goblins?"
Dumbledore seemed impressed by the forwardness of the plan, even if he looked a little sick from the nonchalance of the described violence.
"Goblins are exceptional bankers, greedy and vicious, but also zealots to their beliefs. They hate humans, and are willing to go to war to make an extra galleon. In war they kill women and children as well as men. They feel no remorse, and care only for gold." Dumbledore explained. The looks of disgust on the Auror's faces added to the description nicely.
"Right then, Phase three we threaten the goblins with destruction and steal the cup. After you get all the horcruxes in your possession, we leave and move on to better worlds. How's that?" Scott finished.
"Do you need Order assistance to complete these tasks?" Dumbledore asked. Scott gave him a simple shrug.
"Leave that to an as needed basis. Run some interference for us with the local government. I don't think they would take kindly to Malfoy's mansion going up in flames."
"Done!" Albus Dumbledore smiled, truly smiled for the first time in years.
One little voice broke into their thoughts.
"I'm a horcrux?" Harry James Potter asked, eyes wide as frying pans.
I rushed this to get it done tonight, so there might be a lot of mistakes. I have been really busy lately with work. Anyway, now we get to have some fun. I'm wrapping up this world in the next two to three chapters. Lots of fun action cropping up. Then it's onwards to a new universe.
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