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The Hornet strikes.
The death eaters breaking into the Wasp Industries building had honestly no idea, or concept of what they were doing. In their eyes and limited view of the muggle world, they believed that the building was no match for their powers. They weren't alone, another group was breaking into Ursula Potter's home not far from where their group was. Two groups of death eaters, both ordered to carry out the same directives. Lord Voldemort had heard about Ursula Potter, and with some work, he'd found out where her H.Q was in San Francisco. Distance meant nothing to the Dark Lord, and he ignored a few details. 1. Ursula knew all about the death eaters, 2, she had already paid visits to the Order, she'd tortured her own mother, and Albus Dumbledore inside his own office in Hogwarts, and reduced his phoenix familiar to a pile of dust.
Voldemort had received all this from his spy in the Order, Severus Snape, and he ignored the pointed aspects of the reports. Voldemort believed he was dealing with a magical retard, a reject who enjoyed playing with muggle rubbish. The majority of the death eaters who'd heard the same report from Snape, however, weren't as complacent. Albus Dumbledore was a dangerous man, mild when calm, but in battle he was a menace who used his superior knowledge of magic, second to the dark lord, and they weren't as...enthusiastic about killing Ursula Potter, or capturing her, if she was capable of breaking past the near impenetrable wards of Hogwarts. How she'd done this seemingly impossible thing - even Lord Voldemort wouldn't have been able to do something like this without time and help - without help was a mystery to them, and the more intelligent death eaters, of which there was a stark few in the ranks of Voldemort's organisation since Voldemort was insecure and wanted to be the big brains himself, saw there were a number of flaws with the plan, but since questioning the Dark Lord was a death sentence in itself, no one said a word.
As the death eaters walked through the silent Wasp Industries building, they couldn't help but feel nervous as they walked down the corridors. They didn't know their way around, and as they entered office after office, many of them sneered at the muggle appliances, printers, phones, computers, each one of them wanting to smash them because they were unknowns to the pureblood witches and wizards.
At Ursula's home, however, the death eaters were not having that much luck breaking in. The fences and walls may've appeared easy, but in fact they were hard to break inside, no matter what they did, they couldn't unlock them, they couldn't even shatter the walls with reducto curses. They couldn't even apparate through, and they tried at least 4 times, but since wizardkind in itself was lazy they didn't bother any further beyond that figure. The death eaters looked at one another, and as one took out their wands. If they couldn't apparate in then they would simply blast the place to pieces.
The same thought had occured to their fellows in Wasp Industries. Since they had their wands at the time, this group of death eaters raised their wands, but before they could use them they vanished...
The death eaters outside Ursula's home were just preparing to unleash their combined spells. The idea was that the sheer power of their spells should be able to break down the walls. Since this was a muggle home then the first spells shouldn't have been shielded, and that was the reason this band of death eaters had had problems breaking inside the house in the first place.
Raising their wands, the lead death eater barked in a gravelly voice, " Ready on my mark! One...two...thr..." They vanished...
...only to end up in a cellar. The walls were close to them and made of a polished metal in a gunmetal grey-silvery colour. As the confused death eaters milled about, their leader yelled, " QUIET!" To which the echo shook the hearing of all the death eaters inside the room. One of the death eaters, a new recruit, suggested, " Why not blast our way out?"
As they were about to do that since it was easiest suggestion, a voice spoke out. A female voice, cold and haughty, said, " So this is the elite of magical Britain, eh? Can't break into my home, destroy my building, and yet when your inside a mirrored cell in my house you're best idea is to try and blast your way out. Well, I won't try to stop you. Do It!"
The whip like order was obeyed at once by a few of the death eaters, and ignoring their leaders orders, they shouted.
" Reducto!"
" Bombarda!"
A few even fired a few bludgeoning spells, but the end result was the same.
Nothing happened.
The voice laughed, high and mockingly. If they didn't know any better then they would've thought the Dark Lord himself had changed gender and started laughing.
" You see? Go for the best option, follow an order, and you are reduced to what you truly are, a bunch of morons without brains, without common sense! Did you not bother to take into account you couldn't teleport yourselves inside my home?" The voice became cold and mocking. " Did it never occur to your little brains that since I had knowledge of the magical world, that I wouldn't prepare for this? Please, your kind's easy to fight against, you just don't consider that my knowledge is greater than yours, and that those who apply themselves properly can do the same. Just because you think technology automatically means muggles are inferior doesn't mean its true, if used properly. Now you'll see how that power can be used. Give my regards to Voldemort, when he appears to you."
The walls glowed, and the death eaters jumped back as the strange light turned greenish yellow. Each of the death eaters felt a tingly sensation, and then their skin started to prickle, a sensation which became more and more intense and as the death eaters tried to shake the feeling out, they became aware of something else. They were disolving into dust, their bodies glowing green, the exact same tinge as the walls themselves, and they fell to the ground as the green light consumed them and turned them into ashes.
In the control room, Ursula Potter watched with morbid satisfaction as the death eaters turned into a massive pile of ash. Zero point energy was like any other form of energy, it could be molded. But Ursula had found a simple approach to the problem of how to deal with intruders, simply tell the zero point energy to convert every centimetre of the body into ash, and yet cancelling out the body at the same time. It was complicated, but it worked.
Ursula had no intention of wiping out everyone in the magical world, she just intended to kill enough people in order to make them grow up and not regard people that did not have their abilities of being dangerous.
Ursula's next target was Lord Voldemort. Breaking into Voldemort's HQ was simple; the TARDIS had been primed and programmed to take her there, and she activated the dampening field when her time machine materialised. When she stepped out, she could hear voices in what looked like the doors to a ballroom.
Taking out her cannon, Ursula destroyed the door. When she walked in she savoured the sight of these so called superior beings, and when the dust cleared and they noticed her they whipped out their wands, but they didn't discharge a spell curiously enough.
" A proper soldier doesn't wait, he fires. I order you, FIRE!"
One of the death eaters, a woman who looked like a rabid dog, cooed, " Wittle bitty Potty Potter, are yous wanting to die? What is that shit you're holding?" She asked in a more normal manner.
The shit was of course Ursula's plasma cannon. A burst of pure plasma energy was fired at the rabid one, and she became a pile of charred meat on the ground. The death eaters looked at the meat steaming on the ground in shock and horror, but they were too slow and too late in moving quick enough to fight back.
Ursula fired the plasma weapon again, and again and again at various death eaters, watching as they shared a similar fate. She also shot and killed a snake.
" So, Ursula Potter, we meet again." A cold high voice spoke from behind her.
Ursula turned and found herself looking at someone who'd looked as if he needed plastic surgery. " I have no memory of that meeting," she stated plainly.
Voldemort smirked evily and cruelly, clearly not realising that he was in no position to threaten her with anything. " No matter, I shall finish this. Avada Kedavra!" He shouted.
Nothing happened.
Voldemort looked down at his wand in amazement, he tried again. " Avada Kedavra."
Again, nothing happened.
Ursula smirked, " How does it feel, freak? To be hopeless, weak, powerless? Tell me, how does it feel?" She asked, moving towards him.
" Keep away from me."
A switchblade appeared in Ursula's hand, and she darted towards Voldemort, and slashed at the Dark Lord's face, making Voldemort squeal in agony, but not before she stabbed him deep in the thigh, then she punched him in the face. Voldemort fell to the ground, moaning in agony. " Answer my question, freak. How does it feel? Your magic has been dampened, you cannot generate it. I did that so then you would know, finally, what you were dealing with. You see, I'm not hopeless like you and that fool Dumbledore believe. I don't care how you and he view me. To me, you're both inferior. You swan around with power, but you've done nothing to truly earn it. I don't have magical powers, but that doesn't mean I'm not prepared. I've already killed the death eaters you foolishly sent. Come again, and we'll have another session like today."
Ursula held up her switchblade, and held it over Voldemort's eyes...
Dumbledore was still reeling from his encounter with Ursula Potter, and he was attending the meeting of the Order of the Phoenix with great reluctance, and just as they were about to get started, Snape barged in. The potions master looked terrible, like he'd just seen Voldemort take off his robes and put on a ballerina costume.
Dumbledore sighed, not in the mood for procastinating greetings at the moment, " Severus, we've just started. What do you have to report?"
" The Dark lord and the Inner circle have been attacked, by Potter." The surly potions master reported.
Everyone gasped, and Lily asked, " How?" There was a tremor of fear in her voice, and Dumbledore could not say he blamed her in the slightest after his own encounter. Dumbledore demanded the details, and was in no mood for dramatics.
" Severus..."
" She killed the Inner circle, dampened their magic and she used a knife to remove one of the Dark Lords eyes. But she beat the Dark lord up with her hands and feet before she ripped out his eyes."
Molly Weasley, one of the most opinionated members of the Order, nodded, " I knew it, the girls dark."
Dumbledore turned his face slowly to face Molly, neither in the mood for her or her opinion. There were times he wished she had never been inducted into the Order. She never contributed anything substantial to the cause, and her opinions and bullying ways got on Dumbledore's nervese.
" What do you suggest we do?"
Molly shrugged like it was obvious, " We capture her and turn her over to the Aurors."
His contempt for the Weasley matron was unhidden now. " Molly, how do we capture a girl who knows exactly where we are, that we've been spying on for months, able to appear through magical wards as easily as you walk through a doorway? Ursula Potter has already proven our wards are nothing to her, she has broken not just in the Potter cottage, but also in Hogwarts. She's using muggle technology, yes muggle technology," he added when he saw the looks on some of the faces of the Order, and Dumbledore frowned when he saw the level of contempt on those faces. This was what he hated putting up with magical people. The lack of knowledge of the muggle world was something Dumbledore despised, and he hated it when his own side shared the same prejudice as Voldemort and the death eaters. " She can dampen our magic, just like that." The old wizard clicked his fingers, then he turned to face Severus, " What's Voldemort doing about this?"
Severus grimaced, " The Dark Lord is edgy now. Not only did she get past his wards, she made him hopeless. The Dark Lord's a formidable opponent, but she was able to somehow deactivate his powers, leaving him as powerless as a muggle."
Dumbledore nodded, " Exactly as she did to me," he commented. " What else?"
" The Dark Lord had sent a team of death eaters to capture the girl from San Francisco, but she's told him they're dead."
Molly jumped to her feet, " See I told you, the girl's dark."
Dumbledore ran out of patience. In a voice of mighty power, he bellowed, " SIT DOWN!"
When the astonished Molly Weasley sat down, every one fell quiet. Dumbledore took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, " Arthur, please control your wife, because if you do not then I will, and I promise you I will not be as patient as you are. Severus, how soon will it be before you return to Voldemort?"
" He thinks I've gone to brew potions for him."
" Get down to it, and try and find out what he plans to do next. Ursula Potter's our number one priority from this moment on. I want to know why she's making these raids on us, and what she hopes to gain." Dumbledore again took a breath. " Lily, James, I think its time we pay her a visit."
Lily jumped up, though she was more restrained than Molly. " What? Dumbledore, she could've killed me."
Dumbledore nodded, " I have decided the best approach will be to meet her on her own ground."
