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Justice

Dumbledore looked over the notes the Lieutenant had left him. There was much about the original Justice that pointed him out as a regular muggle, although one with exceptional intelligence. However the new one was capable of a lot more. Still, the way of thinking was the same. Maybe someone resurrected the original vigilante.

Flashback

Erik placed a folder on the table. "The original vigilante was active back then when I was serving as a police officer in Chicago. He hacked into the then active computer-security network. He exclusively targeted criminals. Kind of a watch dog over all of us. He singlehandedly rooted out corruption in the justice system. However, he used both legal and illegal means. While we officially had to arrest him, many officers were grateful for his help and we often looked the other way when we spotted him."

Dumbledore was perplexed. "Why would you do something like that?"

Erik just looked at him. "You did the same for Snape." He pushed over a new file. "However, there were people who copied him. Sergeant Miller was one of them. He was a capable sniper. But when a cartel killed his family, he lost it. He went of a trip of revenge. He didn't care about collateral damage. He tried to avoid the innocents, yes, but he also ruthlessy killed the ones he targeted. The original didn't kill if he could avoid it. He might have shot officers, but only to injure them. Miller aka Justice only asked us once to get out of his way. He would kill anyone standing in his way if they didn't move after his warning. Good officers gave their lives before we could stop him. He built himself an armor, identical to the one we've seen Justice wearing. Snipers couldn't work against him either, as he had a cybernetic implant to enhance his capabilities. He gave them a warning shot first, then he would kill them if they didn't back off. Took me and a few other pilots in our armored helicopters to take him out with strafing runs and our high caliber cannons. We had to tear the streets apart to stop him."

Erik ended and turned around to leave. Before he left, he pointed at the file. "Make yourself familiar with them. If you're finished, just return the files to any of my soldiers."

Flashback end

Albus sat in his office. From all sources he heard of the appearing of Justice and his immediate disappearing. He had at first suspected the Cobras of staging the appearance of a new faction, but he could rule out many of them. Justice was definitely magical. And also male.

Suddenly his fireplace lit up as Kingsley's face appeared. "Headmaster! Justice has attacked the ministry!"

Immediately, Dumbledore grabbed onto Fawkes' tail feathers and the phoenix flamed them into the atrium. The sight that greeted him was gruesome. A trail of bodies led to the area of the ministry used by the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. As soon as he stepped through the doors he stopped, shocked at the sight: Blood was splattered all over the walls as Dead lied around the room. Many doors were destroyed and some of the tables were reduced to splinters. Albus stepped into the courtroom and saw Justice sitting calmly at a table with an elderly Committee member. One sword in his hand was held just at the neck of the Ministry worker. "Justice, please stop this excessive violence. Surrender." Justice seemed to consider the words before he knocked the committee member out.

"Don't worry. This one, as well as all the others outside this department, have only received strikes with the back of my swords." With that, he disappeared from view.

Stepping into the living room of Grimmauld Place no. 12 the headmaster was greeted by the sight of Ron Weasley locked into a chess matched with Erik Winston. Ron had most of his major pieces still standing while Erik had only his pawns left and the queen in the position the rock would normally be in after a castling. Ron pushed a knight in front of the line of pawns protecting the king. "Check." Erik simply took the knight out with the pawn in front of the queen. "Checkmate, by the way."

Ron looked at his possibilities. The only escape field was locked by a knight and the others were blocked by his own pieces. Ron grinned. "Rematch tomorrow?" Erik nodded.

Eva read through the library. The Potter Library was far more extensive then the one in Germany. It made her work a lot easier, as she still had to trace the line of the remaining two Hogwarts heirs and check the descendants. She had a number of candidates, but she had to check them each.

A knock got her attention. It were the same two men who got her here. "Ma'am? Rainbow Six-Three is ready for take off. Give us the destination and we will be en route ASAP."

She nodded towards the man. "Please lead the way, Mister..."

The man just shook her hesitation off. "I'm Staff Sergeant Morgan, this is my partner Corporal McCord. We are assigned as your guards for your search."

She was led onto the lawn, where a large helicopter was already starting up its turbines. The crew chief greeted them as they climbed on board. "Welcome to Rhino 1-3. We'll be at your service." Before the large helicopter lifted off, Eva gave the coordinates she got to the pilot. "This is a list of the places I need to go."

The Co-Pilot took the sheet and went through the list of coordinates. Quickly he figured a pattern out to fly to each of the places in a row instead of back and forth over the country. He then made a photo with his helmet camera and placed the now virtual list onto the screen. Handing back the list, he nodded.

"I numbered it, so you know where we will be heading first." he shouted over the rising noise of the engines. Returning to the back, she was given a headset that blocked a lot of the engine sounds and linked her up to the on board Com-System.

Fred and George were preparing a test. If this worked, then it would be a success in boosting the war effort. Armanda stood right next to them as they threw the grenade into the testing area. When it landed, it rolled over the floor before using tiny legs to prop itself up, and the outer shell opened. It fired several stunners randomly around before it stopped.

"Well, the runes certainly work. Just too exhausting to recharge." George picked the small tube up and placed it on the table. Pressing a button on the top, the surface extended. The three fired another round of stunners into the tube, the runes glowing as they contained the spells. The grenade was essentially a combination of a magical mirror and a storage. Every spell was absorbed by the wards and essentially trapped with in the grenade, until someone triggered it. When triggered, the spells would shoot out at the exact reverse as it was fired in. So no grenade was the same as the other, depending on how the spells were shot into it.

Erik was checking the garage. The 13th Platoon had exactly two kind of motorpools: One for combat, and one for undercover. The military motorpool consisted of the armored vehicles of the line Gurkha: LAPV, MPV, RPV. As a heavy transporter they used the JERRV.

The undercover vehicles were different cars, ranging from off-road vehicles to SUVs and different sports and muscle cars. But true to the Rangers habit, every vehicle had weapons on board. The armored one sported visible turrets with heavy machine guns while the smaller carried concealed miniguns or LMGs.

Eva looked at the list. Only two were left. Cedric Diggory and Luna Lovegood.

"Approaching second-last coordinates: Lovegood Castle."

"Looks like a rock to me." the pilot commented.

"Actually there used to be a castle, but when the cliff broke away, it took most of it down. What we see here are the remains of the gate tower." McCord said.

"You know this place?" Morgan asked.

The Ranger sniper nodded. "Used to be my granny's home. Visited her once or twice when I was young before this happened." The helicopter touched down onto the large lawn as Eva exited with Morgan and McCord flanking her.

"You do your thing, ma'am, we'll secure the perimeter."

Eva looked at the soldiers. "You expect trouble?"

"In fact we do. We have been trailed since we stopped near Longbottom Manor."

Eva nodded and proceeded towards the house. Reaching out with her magic, she tried to find residues from the founder's magic. Interestingly, she didn't only find residues but also a source. She was positive that she had found the Ravenclaw heir.

Suddenly a hand fell on her shoulder. "Who do we have here?" Eva cursed herself. Looking around she saw the Death Eaters taking the helicopter crew hostage. The two soldiers returned with guns poised. "Release them." The death eater laughed. "We out number you and we have hostages. Wouldn't want her to be injured, would you?" Suddenly the co-pilot fell to his side. Eva heard a slight hum. Her guard looked back. "Kill him." The death eater closest to the pilot aimed his wand. "AVA..." he couldn't finish his sentence as he suddenly exploded. "HIT THE DECK" the pilot shouted as McCord jumped forward and tackled Eva while the others lied down. The Death Eaters were confused as suddenly they were ripped apart by the chin turret of the hind. Eva slowly looked up. McCord helpt her up while Morgan freed the crew. "Good thinking kid." He punched the co-pilot in the shoulder.

She nodded as they slowly went for the helicopter. The pilot raised a thumb as the Hind lifted off into the night. She was positive about the Heirs now. The next stop was purely to insure her conclusion.

Molly checked on her children, namely Ron and Ginny. Although, she also considered Hermione and Harry hers. The girls' room was directly across the boys'. Slowly she creaked the door to the girl's room open. However, it was empty. She frowned as she went over to check the boy's room.

Finding that she couldn't open it, she first tried Alohomora. That didn't work, so she knocked. She couldn't hear a thing, then suddenly she heard things being moved before the door opened and she faced Hermione. "Yes, Mrs Weasley?"

Molly put up her motherly face. It wouldn't do to look stressed right now. "I was wondering where you girls were. It's bedtime."

"Well, we're finished anyway."

"Thank you, professor!" Molly looked in to find the boys and girls along with Erik and Catherine sitting around Remus Lupin.

"Remus, I didn't know you were here."

The man gave her an apologetic nod. "I arrived during dinner and waited for them to finish before we began to go over what needs to be done concerning the recent events."

Molly gave the children a motherly smile. "I appreciate your effort, but best to leave the adults handle the situation. You don't need to concern yourself with this now."

Harry shook his head. "I do. There is a prophecy about me defeating him."

Before either of them could say anything, Erik had grabbed his rifle and racked the action. Molly was startled, until the Lieutenant pushed past her, already speaking orders into the radio on his wrist armor. "Rhino One-Three is coming in hot. I want every guard on alert." He left in a hurry as Catherine looked at the kids again. "We'll be off then. Take care of yourself. You know where to find us if needed." Then she disappeared into shadows.

Erik drove his Mustang when Catherine phased into the passenger seat. "Did it escalate?"

She shook her head. "You should already know."

Erik only shook his head and looked forward again. He sighed as he stopped at a red light. "We have two days before the next phase begins."

The vampiress just gave him a fanged smile. "I still have an apartment here in London." Erik allowed himself a small smirk as he set the indicator. "Who needs sleep anyway?"

As the car traveled towards the apartment, a helicopter landed on the lawn of Potter Manor. Morgan and McCord escorted Eva into the room Harry had dubbed the "war room". There she noted her discoveries on the info wall so the Intel would be accessible by the Potters and the soldiers.

After that she paid a visit to the gym, where a few squads were taking advantage of the magic puppets. Since the official order to abandon base the 13th Platoon had taken residence in Potter Manor. Vehicles were hidden in the old shed which were originally used to house the horses. Helicopters operated from wither the carrier off the coast or from ireland. The Cobras had gone dark.

Arthur was quite happy to have his family back together. As a parent he was very protective of his children, but he also wanted them to be happy. Long ago he had realized, that Ginny was not your average house-wife. She was a lady of action. Not a damsel in distress, but a fighter. Spending time with her and the others had really expanded his way of thinking. The world wasn't as black and white as he had believed. This wasn't Gryffindor vs Slytherin.

There was no good or bad. Even the soldiers had done things they weren't proud of. The destruction of Askaban for example was a rightout massacre of over thousands of people, even if each of them had been a sentenced criminal. Still, chances were that there had been people like Sirius, who had been incarcerated while being innocent. The same with Dumbledore. Whilst Arthur agreed in the terms that experience and knowledge was everything, he himself deemed first-hand experience better as a textbook which would better serve as a rough guideline.

Despite his appearance of being interested into muggle inventions, his job had showed him the hard reality, that the muggles had advanced even more than the ministry would have the mass believe. It hadn't been long until the first weapon appeared in his office after all.

Flashback

"PUT IT DOWN, ARTHUR!" Arthur nearly jumped as Anderson came over to him. "Whatever you do with this, never point the tube at another person!"

The young wizard took the wooden beam from him. "This is a rifle. A relict from the Second World War." The Weasley patriarch paled as he had Anderson explain the happening for him. People fighting because of their race was not new to him. In a way, the blood-supremacy movement was similar. What he didn't expect were tools made specifically only for the sake of killing. While there was magic that could kill, the wand could still be used to heal and repair. This thing had only one use: Hurt and kill.

"This is the M1 Garand, the first semiautomatic weapon issued. In Muggle studies we learned that the muggles used muskets which had to be reloaded after every shot." Anderson explained how the invention of the cartridge sped up firing rate. Still, even with magazines which reduced reloading to intervals, the cartridges had still to be cycled manually. Then the M1 changed it with its automatic reload after each shot.

"This, however, is even worse." Anderson explained. "The Garand had an eight-shot-magazine. This one has a conjuration-charm on the magazine, a self-cleaning charm on the barrel and an overall impervious charm and a light-weight charm on it." For a demonstration Anderson had pulled open the action and had conjured a thin wooden stick. Arthur had paled when the action had snapped the wood in two, understanding the meaning of this when he had seen Anderson reload the block of bullets into the weapon.

Flashback end

Arthur sighed as he thought about their position in this war again. Molly was definitely on Dumbledore's side. The youngest four of his children were with Harry. Bill and Charlie were neutral, although Bill was leaning towards Harry through his work for the goblins. Percy was with Dumbledore, as the headmaster was so far the only authority figure he looked up to now. He sighed. The world as he knew it was falling apart, and he could only hope that they would be able to catch up.