Ascension
"Talking"
"Thoughts"
"Telepathy and Blood view"
Overview and Selene Narration
Chapter V: Killing Time!
"Code of combat?" Arszlan called as he spied Lycans and Death Eaters.
"Werewolves, not sure what they'd do to us so standard conduct against Lycans DON'T GET CLOSE." Selene called as she pulled out her two machine pistols, jumped over the balcony and began to fire.
Arszlan jumped jumped over as well, miscalculated his strength and landed on a werewolf yelped, then growled and bared its killing fangs. Arszlan snorted and let out his own gutteral growl provoking the stupid werewolf to launch itself at the young Hybrid.
Arszlan saw the wolf coming like it was in slow motion, slid to one side, wrapped his arm around the werewolf's neck and with a sharp twist and a yank the neck snapped and the wolf fell to the floor. Arszlan concentrated on his vampiric side and bit down through the jugular of thge werewolf.
"Making sure mother." Arszlan shouted before asuming his hybrid for and charged into another which wa stalking upon his father.
Meanwhile the Granger family had taken cover behind a fountain down wind of the werewolves. "Hermione, what is attacking us?" Snapped Mr. Granger.
"Dad, werewolves as in the movies and Death Eaters." Hermione gasped reaching for her wand.
"What are Death Eaters? Human?, Vampires?, Wendigo's?, Werewolves?"
"Human."
Daniel Granger smirked and ran his tongue over his pointier than normal teeth. "If it bleeds you can kill it Hermione. We need to assist them." From under his right sleeve he pulled out a sheathe and in that sheathe was his fairbarn knife.
"Where did you get that?" Asked Hermione curiously.
"When I became one of the best knife fighters in the SAS. Now I need you to launch surpressing fire at them. Anything that can hurt or kill them." Daniel ordered as he made a run for the mall map.
"But killing is wrong."
"Killing in self defence is manslaughter, much easier to explain in a situation like this. Besides this is my unofficial duty, when you leave the SAS you have a tattoo of the corps, making it your duty to combat terrorism in and out of the SAS." Daniel ordered.
Hermione nodded and peeped up "BOMBARDA! BOMBARDA! LACERO! LACERO! DIFFINDO! REDUCTO! CONFRINGO!" Hermione shouted.
The roman candle of spells rocketed out of her wand across the mall floor slamming into three of the fifteen or so Death Eaters. "Granger! Get her for the master." One of the Death Eaters shouted at the werewolves.
Unlike the amber eyed werewolves this one had blood red ones, indicating his seniority as alpha. As the alpha he could converse in a human tongue whilst in his wolf form. "I don't suppose the master wants her bitten either? Pity...She's a strong one." Wth that he began to charge.
Daniel smirked he found a Death Eater with his back turned and blonde hair. "For what I am about to do may the Lord and her Majesty absolve me." He grabbed the man and slit the mans throat covering the mans nose and mouth.
Lucius Malfoy would be the first of five to die by a muggles hand. The next to fall was Lawrence Nott, Theodore Notts father. Lawrence saw the muggle but before Lawrence could do a thing the muggle was in his face, the muggle twisted his wrist. A sharp snap was heard followed a by a gurlged shriek as the deadly Fairbarn punctured artery.
The element of surpise and had worn off and the Death Eaters were now aware that they were the ones being counter attacked. Cyrus Parkinson died when the Fairbarn punctured his heart through the spinal chord.
Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle seniors were the last to die from Daniel's scythe of death. Crabbe died as the fairbarn slammed in to his temple puncturing the brain and Goyle died slinging cutting charms only for his wand to be driven into his windpipe.
Daniel turned to find a werewolf going for his throat when a blur rugby tackled the wolf into the tree just behind him. "Argentum Manus!" Daniel heard and a howl of agony as a silver hand punched and punched again shattering the ribcage and puncturing the heart and lungs.
Arszlan grimaced this was third werewolf he had killed. He was adverse to killing believing it to be morally wrong but he remembered and understood just how devastating the virus could be on the family.
It was a heavy heart as he muttered "Argentum igne!" The fireballs erupted into his hands and he threw them at two werewolves advancing on a family of four. The two children were no older than ten possibly eleven when one shouted "BACK!" As if struck by a baseball bat the werewolves were flung into the fireballs and screamed as they were incincerated. Harry forced himself back into his human form.
"Impressive. They ten or eleven?" Arszlan asked the startled parents.
"Daniel and Mark are both ten. Mirror twins. I'm Mary by the way. Mary Clark, this is my husband Johnathan Clark."
"Would say pleasent to meet you but one second ARGENTUM IGNE FULMEN!" Several javelins of fire appeared around him and with careful aim he began to throw.
Arszlan's aim was true. Out of the fifteen or so werewolves in the initial invasion at least eight were so far dead, four deaths another three in ashes and another one slowly being posioned by the fumes of the silver javelin of fire which was buried into the wall next to him and surrounding him in a prison of fire. The werewolf could jump out but the exposure to the silver fumes were already killing him.
"Have they done this before?" Arszlan asked as he picked the two up and jumped onto the balcony above them.
He jumped down to grab the adults "Yeah, put they're greens on our plates more times than we can count. Pulled their beakers to them when they were hungry and their clothe colours changed." Jonathan said making Arszlan grin.
"Mr, Mrs. Clarks welcome to the wizarding world. I'm sorry for the crap greeting but your boys are wizards much like Merlin."
"You are?"
"I'm Arszlan Corvinus Corvin or better known as Harry Potter. I'm somewhat of a celebrity in the wizarding world. But don't worry about that, lets just concentrate on getting as many of you non magicals and young magicals out of here alive...Word of advice DON'T trust the cops. All of them are crooked, you get better justice taking out the villains yourselves."
"What sort of government is it? Democracy? Totalitarian? Dictatorship?"
"A crooked Plutocracy. About fifty ancient families make the laws, I come from two of them. But yeah the ones who actually want a proper government like our nonmagical counterparts which is a democracy are either to young, to old, dead or to few. Leaving the crooked and crooked sympethsizers behind." Arszlan said as he covered Mark's eyes as two Death Eaters were beaten to death by three muggles with cricket bats.
"Is that legal? To batter someone to death?"
"Self defence. Who are those guys in masks?"
"The government who want the wizarding world to remain pure of those who have no wizarding blood whatsoever."
"You've lost us Mr. Corvin." Mary said.
"The government is incredibly racsist but instead of skin its blood. Four classes of citizens Purebloods, Halfbloods, Muggleborns, Non-human."
"An example please, things nonmagicals understand." Johnathan asked.
Harry nodded and launched another fireball this one connecting solidly with the alpha werewolf.
"Purebloods it is best to think of them as Aryan. Halfbloods those with one parent who is Aryan. Muggleborn or Mudblood if you want to be rascist non Aryan blood at all. Non-human, everyone who doesn't agree or doesn't fit the Aryan regime."
Johnathan and Mary looked positivley sick. "Thats horrible, can we refuse them joining the wizarding world?"
Harry shrugged "To be honest I honestly don't have a clue. I wish I could help you but I'm tempting to bail out of the wizarding world because personally I hate it. You can get private tutors for all I know but you need to be 'pureblood' to have the descent ones.
"Here they come fifteen minutes after the attack has ended."
The aurors had arrived. "Lay your weapons on the ground." Shouted Dawlish, by now Harry had made his way over to them.
"You stop right their." Said another, Arszlan grabbed the auror by the throat and physically hurled him through the air.
"You guys are fucking cunts. You turn up AFTER the event and you expect people to COMPLY! These people have been in a fight for their LIVES and now you're going to pretned everything is FUCKING PEACHY!" Arzlan snarled.
"Sir, are you suggesting that the auror corps is useless?" Questioned Susan Abbott the elder sister of Hannah Abbott."
"Give the girl a medal. Well done, where did you graduate in the corrupt auror class?" Arszlan mocked.
"The auror department isn't corrupt just the heads of department."
"ABBOTT! MINISTER FUDGE IS A BRILLIANT MAN!" Bawled Dawlish.
"A brilliant wanker who deprives innocent children of oxygen and lowers peoples IQ by just being around him. Tell him Harry Potter says hi and he hopes the Minister keeps his job."
With that Arszlan walked away "Are you okay Mother? Father?"
Michael dusted himself down "I'm fine Arszlan. Weaker than I expected."
Arszlan snorted "Thought as much, lets go. Before the inept become even more inept."
Then they ran into the Grangers "We need to have a little chat." Dan said fixing the three of them with a look.
Mary and Jonathan swiftly joined them "As do we, Arszlan/Harry whatever your real name is we need some honest to god help. This is our childrens future at stake here."
Arszlan sighed "You guys win. Lets get out of here before I gain the urge to drain people of their blood."
"Are vampires real?" Mark asked his eyes wide with excitement.
"They are, as are werewolves, unicorns, centaurs, dragons, merfolk, kraken. Elves as well."
The boys were clammering with excitement "Coming from me to you, I hate to be the dream wrecker but what I'm about to tell will most likely destory your dreams of meeting said creatures."
"We kinda guessed when we heard those things die. You can't protect us from everything Mr. Corvin."
Arszlan gave them a crooked smile "Maybe not but I can try. As will your parents. I'm going to try and be their for you two like I expected people to be their for me but weren't."
Soon enough the three cars left the mall and were heading towards the outskirts of Manchester. They arrived outside a cute little house with two adults, a teenager and a young girl waiting apprehensively.
Arszlan jumped out of the car and the teenager jumped the gate and hurled herself into his arms. "I missed you so much. Then I heard the news, I was so scared you big wombat."
Arszlan pulled her close "Kat, I'm fine. Honestly all I've got are some sore hands from launching silver fireballs at werewolves."
Katie grabbed them to see they were healed. "Katie, hybrids like daddy and big brother have a faster healing/regeneration factor." Eve said with a cute innocent grin.
"She doesn't look so scary." Mark said, when he looked at the girl again when he did her face had completely changed.
"What are you!" Screamed Mark.
"Eve, no scaring the visitors." Harry snapped making the girl pout.
"Quit pouting Eve and I'll take you for Ice Cream." Katie said holding Harry's wallet. "I've got your brothers wallet."
Suddenly the wallet found itself back in Harry's hands "Sometimes it doesn't pay to have a supernatural hybrid for an anchor..." Harry took one look at Eve and Katie giving him the most powerful attack they had that did not involve sending him through a wall or broken limbs. The puppy eyes!
"Kids, this technique makes ALL men comply no matter their age." Dan said from near the front porch.
"Fine, but get me three boxes of double chocolate chip."