July 9, 1996
Two massive interceptors rocketed through the still, Arctic sky. Each of their two magically-enhanced PS.13 Orenda Iroquois Turbojets burned hot as the large delta winged jets supercruised at 50,000 feet. The Avro Arrows, painted in a brilliant white finish, with the Canadian flag on their tails and the roundel of the old Royal Canadian Air Force on their wings, still looked impressive even after almost forty years of service.
Twelve aircraft were saved from the scrapper's torch by wizarding managers and employees of Avro Canada, who pulled off the greatest aircraft heist in Canadian history. A flurry of Duplication and Memory charms made sure that none of the muggle workers and politicians ever knew of the "appropriated" aircraft.
The original five Mark I aircraft were initially rebuilt to the Mark II standards, which included the replacement of their General Electric J75 engines with the more powerful, Canadian-designed PS.13 Iroquois engines of their younger siblings, as well as production grade fire control radars and many other improvements. In December 1961, after two years of improvements and testing, the twelve CF-105 Arrows finally entered service with No. 428 Squadron RCAF, the "Ghosts", who had been officially "disbanded" in the non-magical world.
Today, RL-209 and RL-210 were out flying on a routine air patrol over the Arctic Archipelago of Canada. Unlike the CF-18 fighter jets of the Canadian Forces Air Command who were usually deployed to Northern Canada to intercept Russian Bear bombers, the Arrows had restarted their arctic patrol flights five years ago due to reports from CFS Alert of another dangerous threat: massive, hostile dragons attempting to enter Canadian airspace, something that had not occurred in years.
At 9:17 AM, the two aircraft picked up something they had hoped not to find: a pack of four dragons, already over the northernmost islands of Canada, heading south.
There were only two breeds of dragons known to live in Canada, neither of which lived in the far northern reaches of Canada. One was the Greater Canadian Thunderwing, most of its member now kept in a preserve at the foot of the Rocky Mountains. The other breed was the American Green Spinesnout, which had a small population deep in northern Ontario and a small family in the Silvermoon National Zoo.
A few minutes later, the pilots, equipped with magically-extended binoculars made visual contact with the dragons at 30 nautical miles, and what they saw shook them to their core: four massive, black dragons with long, twisted horns and ragged, spiny wings, flying in a loose formation, mark with what looked like a massive white skull on each of their foreheads. It was a breed that every magical government in the world wished had died out twenty-five years ago with their original owner.
Ever since the fall of Grendelwald, a number of dark wizards and witches had sprung up in parts of central and eastern Europe. Among these was a man claiming to be the infamous Russian mystic Grigori Rasputin, ruling as a tyrant in the Ural Mountains. Starting in 1958, the wizard had sent Russian Black Demonspawns, a very dark and powerful breed of dragons, to attack Canada, leading to the Canadian Department of Magical Affairs attempting to find a countermeasure against the dragons. After the defeat of "Rasputin" in 1971by a joint Russian and Canadian commando force, the Black Demonspawns, their numbers decimated by CF-105 interceptions and by wizard forces, were mostly wiped out in a final battle though there were unconfirmed reports that the Knights of Walpurgis, who later became the infamous Death Eaters, managed to save a number of the beasts and escaped.
The two interceptors had been pre-authorized to engage any dragons on sight, and the Arrows' navigators, the "guy in the back", who were in charge of the radar and weapons systems of the Arrows, activated their master arm switches, arming their steeds' deadly payload. Each aircraft's internal weapon bay had an undetectable extension charm, allowing for four modified AIM-9L Sidewinders missiles and six custom-made Sparrow II medium range missiles to be carried by the aircraft. The charm also mitigated the weight of the missiles, extending the range of the aircraft, which also carried charmed fuel tanks for unrivalled flight endurance and performance. They were too close for the medium range missiles, so they accelerated to full military power, the afterburners glowing as the planes shot past Mach 2.
For the lumbering and dangerous beasts slowing flying south, their day was interrupted as two shiny birds shot past them, moving far too quickly for the Black Demonspawns to react in time. Then, the four dragons shuddered in agony, the dragons scattering, as the impressive shockwave left in the wake of the birds reached their ears. Enraged, they looked for the offenders who had disturbed their flight to Canada. Then, each dragon felt a shot of pain as a Sparrow II active-guided missile struck each of the dragons. The missiles were armed with a combination of high explosives and a hardened tungsten rod in their warheads, the latter specifically made to pierce armor or the thick, tough skin of a dragon. Like fiery lances, the rods, heated by air friction, pierced the winged reptiles. One of the dragons was suddenly engulfed with red and greens flames as a burning rod pierced the enlarged glands that supplied fuel for the dragon's fiery breath. Flames charred the wings and much of its body, with pieces of its flesh seared by the heat and ripped from the dragon. The critically wounded animal started to fall from the sky, roaring in its death throes towards its injured brethren.
The dragons started to breath fire at every direction, the flames pouring out with urgency. Unfortunately for the dragons, this made them prime targets for the Arrows heat-seeking Sidewinder missiles. As the Canadian built interceptors closed in, the doors to each weapons bay opened up and released a sidewinder at a target. Within seconds, two heads were impaled by more tungsten rods, which instantly killed the dragons on impact. Their wings, no longer controlled, stopped flapping, and the dragons began to dive down. Their last breaths of fire slowly burned back down the throat, until the flames reached their fuel reserves. Suddenly, the two dragons detonated, their remains engulfed in sickly green pyres to their demise.
The last dragon attempted to speed away to the south, intent on destroying everything on sight at its destination. However, the lead jet closed in, intent on ending this fight now. The Arrows had been significantly modified over the years, with one of the largest changes being the installation of two 20 millimetre auto cannons in bulges at the sides of the fuselage. Even the thick skin of the dragon is not fully resistant to multiple 20 mm cannon rounds racing at nearly 1,030 meters per second. A burst of cannon fire tore though the main joint in the dragon's left wing, and the dragon started to lose altitude. One more burst through the body of the dragon, and the beast slowly died on its last descent.
With the last of the dragons down, the two birds hurried to report back at CFB Silvermoon, the home of 428 Squadron. This was the first known appearance of the dangerous Demonspawns in ages, and the military top brass, and possibly the Canadian Department of Magical Affairs, needed to know ASAP. The breed could only be controlled by the most powerful of dark wizards, and there was currently one major dark wizard at large in Europe.
Author note: I am very sorry for the long delay, but with school and the occasional writer's block, it will be a challenge to have regular updates.
Also, I am planning (after and if I ever get this story done) to make a crossover with Doctor Who. What if the Doctor and a recently reunited Romana were on their final regenerations, and with the universe needing a Doctor and the last Time Lady, devise a way to be re-birthed, specifically as a certain raven haired, green eyed boy and a classmate? What happens when the worst Dark Lord of the 20th century meets his greatest and most powerful nightmare: the Destroyer of Worlds, the Oncoming Storm, the Lonely Angel, or as we all know him, the Doctor? Any thoughts?