Author`s note: I must apologize for the boringness of the previous chapter. To compensate for that here is something different

Warning: Chapter is rated M for Gore and Violence. Viewer's discretion advised.

"It's a Trap!"-Admiral Ackbar, Star Wars VI: Return of the Jedi.

4:40 PM Local Time

Ottawa, Ontario

A military officer dressed in the old uniform of the Royal Canadian Air Force entered the Parliament buildings of Canada carrying a black leather messenger bag. The only marking on the bag was a red maple leaf with a white "M" stencilled in the center of the leaf. Without anyone noticing, he enters a non-descript door that is seemingly ignored by everyone, finding himself in a small elevator room with a panel of buttons and a palm scanner. After placing his hand the scanner and waiting for a green light to shine, he pressed a button and felt as the elevator descended.

Far underground, he exited the elevator and head down a short hall way. Hanging off the ceiling was a Canadian Flag which he saluted as he walked through a doorway and arrived at the massive entrance of the Department of Magical Affairs. About the size of a muggle high school gym, there were many corridors leading to different offices and divisions of Canada's magical government. Without stopping to marvel at a massive sculpture of a fierce looking bear in the center of the hall, he headed down a corridor, passing by several political suits and government staff before entering at a conference room.

The Canadian Minister of Magic, Winifred Simpson, the Chief of the Canadian Forces Magical Operations and Defense Command, Major General Maurice Leblanc, and the head of the Canadian Magical Intelligence Service, Dr. Luther Baird, were at the table, teleconferencing with a Colonel who was the commanding officer of the 1st Special Service Force. The officer entering the room saluted, before approaching the table and opening his bag. He handed over a folder labelled "top secret" and quickly exited the room.

The Major General opened up the folder and took out an air force reconnaissance report that just arrived from CFB Rockcliffe. He passed the intelligence report to the other two wizards, and waited until they were finished.

"Colonel, looks like the reports are accurate. The navigator on RL-206 detected two areas on the 747 with magical wards. Based on the intercepted flight manifest, the area near the wing is where Mr. Potter and his companions are sitting. The other area must be the tangos. That flight manifest had six seats reserved by a Mr. Riddle. I think we all know what that means."

The general heard a low growl from the other end of the phone line.

"Damn it, I knew Riddle would be trying to take down Potter. They'll need to get to safety as soon as they arrive at the gate. We can't really apprehend them in the aircraft or in the muggle areas of Pearson. Doctor?" The Colonel spoke with a British accent.

The intelligence chief spoke in a severe, determined tone. "Colonel Greengrass, get your men geared up right the hell now and apparate to the airport ASAP. Full concealment, Terrorist Intercept ROE. I'm sending the intel to the Aurors' Pearson detachment, now. Minister, do we have a go?"

The Minister took a moment to breathe deep and think. Then she made her choice.

"Yes, I am authorizing Operation Ackbar. Colonel, try to get a prisoner if you can but your main priority is protecting Potter and his group. Godspeed, Colonel."

"Confirmed, Operation Ackbar is a go. Can't wait to see how my niece is doing."
Everyone smiled at that before the line was cut. Dr. Baird took the handset and dialled the head of the Royal Canadian Mounted Aurors.

5:35 PM Local time

Toronto Pearson Airport, Terminal 2

Harry and his group were among the last to leave their aircraft. They walked out of the gate, looking around in the modern Canadian airport. Sirius, still disguised with glamour charms, led the group, following the rest of the passengers.

As they entered a long hallway, Harry felt something was wrong as he noticed six darkly dressed people who were sitting on a nearby bench, giving shifty looks at the five teens and their "chaperone". Harry's attention was interrupted by Sirius, who pointed out a set of doubles doors that were seemingly ignored by the other passengers, with a sign above the doors simply labelled "Magical Arrivals". They went through the doors and found themselves in another hallway. This hallway was now full of travellers, with some holding out wands and donned in very non-muggle clothing. Harry saw a family speaking French, with two girls donned in the uniform of Beauxbatons. They saw Harry and pointed at him excitedly to their parents, who briefly looked shocked, recognizing the boy-who-lived before dragging their daughters down the hall. Other wizards and witches, some clearly from Asia, some from Africa, as well as groups of Americans passed Harry's group, who had stopped to look at everyone before following the crowds to immigration.

The immigration room was massive, with 6 booths where Immigration Officials were processing the arrivals. There was already a significant line up taking up half of the room, so Harry and his companions approached the end of the line up. However, Harry suddenly heard a British-accented shout that made his spine chill. The chattering among the passengers stopped and everyone looked at the teenage boy who repeatedly survived one of the most frightening dark lords in recent history.

"POTTER! It's over! Turn around and surrender or your friends gets it."

He complied and turned around, seeing who that ordered his surrender. It was that group who glared malevolently at Harry and his friends after arrival. They had their wands out, all with murder in their eyes. The leader, a tall, blond twenty something old wizard, smirked evilly at Harry as he pointed his wand at the boy, exposing the dark mark on his right forearm. Harry tried to reason with him, though he knew it would fail.

"You don't want to do this."

"Oh hell, I do. After I'm through with you, your girlfriend will wish she died with you. Ave..."

Suddenly, two puffs of sound rang out was followed by two red spots appearing on the chest of the young Death Eater. The man froze, turning pale briefly before he suddenly raised his wand. Then, his head erupted, with the remains landing on his fellow Death Eaters. A second wizard, this one with vicious looking hair and blood-red eyes, screamed in fury and started to rush at Harry, only to have multiple bullets from an unknown source perforate his body. His bloodied and riddled body stumbled on the floor and never got up.

The other four, though somewhat shocked by the sudden deaths of their comrades, started to wildly fire hexes and curses, forcing everyone to take cover, except for Harry, Daphne, Hermione, Neville, Tracy and Sirius. Without a word, Harry's wand suddenly lit up and a powerful shield charm was erected, forming a bright wall between the Death Eaters and the crowd now in a panic. Several hexes and curses fired by the evil wizards were absorbed readily by the shield, making a brilliant light show. Harry's green eyes suddenly lit up like emeralds with a fury like no other. He roared "STUPFEY!" that sent a ball of pure red energy that streaked through the shield towards another Death Eater. Instead of simply stunning the Death Eater, it threw the man backwards and smashed him into a wall, hard.

Daphne, emboldened by Harry's actions, shouted "Diffindo!" and sent the charm at another Death Eater, severing his wand hand which fell unceremoniously to the floor. He screamed in pain before Neville sent a body-bind charm to secure him from escaping. Sirius sent the banishment charm at the only female death eater, who was attempting to escape. She was pushed forwards and fell to the floor with a bone-shattering crunch. The sole remaining dark wizard panicked and attempted to escape. Then, he was tackled to the ground, by several figures under disillusionment charms. They revealed themselves as uniformed police officers, who almost resembled muggle police except for the wands held in their hands. Harry and his group could only stare as the four surviving Death eaters were either dragged or levitated away by the Aurors.

Then a cough made the teens and Sirius turn towards two more men who disillusioned themselves.

One was donned in Special Forces tactical gear, with armoured vest, kneepads, and Kevlar helmet, shouldering his Heckler and Koch MP5 Submachine gun. Instead of a pistol, he had a thin leather holster, a wand neatly held inside. His face was concealed by a balaclava and aviator sunglasses.

The other man was quite intimidating. Heavily built, with a severe haircut, he towered over the teens. Harry believed the man must have been a professional quidditch beater in his youth. His salt-and-pepper close-cut hair belied his surprisingly youthful visage; his deep brown eyes looked like they could bore holes through concrete, his piercing glance now looking directly at Harry. He was also donned in a tactical uniform, with an armored vest, and kneepads. Unlike the other soldier, he intentionally did not conceal his face, and donned a rifle green beret instead of a helmet. He holstered his custom semi-auto pistol, his wand also held nearby. His severe expression suddenly softened and he gave a wide smile.

"Daphie, my dear?"

Daphne suddenly gave a cheerful squeal as she ran to the man to give a very tight hug.

"Uncle Danny!"

"Oh my dear Daphie. You're all grown up! I remember when you were a wee little one. I'm so glad to see you, after all these years!"

As Daphne pulled away with a smile and tears of joy streaming down her face, the Officer now turned towards Harry and a look of recognition went across his face.

"Ah...and here's the lucky man who caught her attention: Harry Potter."

He saluted Harry.

"Colonel Daniel Greengrass at your service. Her father, Cyrus had written to me about you two prior to the flight. I must say, you, my niece, and your friends did extremely well today. Sorry about the mess, but at least you made sure no one else got injured. Well done!"

He glanced at the man standing next to Harry, before grinning at the convicted ex-Auror.

"Well, well, well...Sirius Black. Nice work with your disguise, by the way."

Sirius looked indignant

"How did you...?"

"Comes with my training. Now, since we've dealt with the baddies, let's get a move on and head home for dinner."

The six Brits quickly passed through immigration control, the stunned immigration officers quickly stamping their passports and allowed them through. The other passengers cheered, grateful at Harry and his group's actions to protect everyone from the dark wizards.

They quickly retrieved their bags from a small carousel, and also retrieved their pets, which all fared quite well on the eight hour flight. They exited the terminal, and then they saw their ride.

It was a six wheeled monster, based on a very successful muggle vehicle design by MOWAG in Switzerland. It was designed as an armoured personnel carrier for the Canadian Forces, though there were a few enhancements made, namely the use of magically powered electronic gear, magical charms, the infusion of dragon-skin extract into the armour, and a magically extended interior. The rear door opened, and the British arrivals saw that inside, their ride could fit the six of them, their luggage and pets, and then some.

There was a small room for luggage or supplies near the front of the vehicle. Following the room was two rows of well cushioned benches, with 7 safety harnesses per side. They wheeled their suitcases in, placing them in a room in the vehicle, and sat down, with their pets' cages now sitting on the floor in the middle of the passenger compartment.

Just after everyone sat down, with Colonel Greengrass sitting next to his distant niece, the vehicle suddenly jerked forwards and their wild ride began.