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Fury stood in a controi room inside the Helicarrier looking at the agents running around and the ones sitting before computers.
"Give me good news, people," Nick shouted.
"Sir, none of the missiles that have hit targeted a public place," one of the agents reported. "One hit a mansion in Ireland, some were launched at old WWII facilities. One even blew up a cave in Ukraine."
"So this not an attack on the general public," Fury wondered aloud. "Has any of you been able to track their trajectory?"
"No, sir," different whining and exasperated voices answered.
"What about the parent missile that was said to have released this other smaller ones. From the previous reports I got it was mentioned that it was bigger than those trailers used for transporting containers."
"They are starting to call it Spawning Missile, sir. We don't know where it's headed because we lost sight of it when it entered Atlantic air space." One agent reported nervously, probably recalling now that he had forgotten to report that.
"And you didn't report that?" Fury barked out in, well, fury. "Do you know that we are in Atlantic airspace."
Fury frowned then schooled his face when he noted that he'd been frowning a lot lately. To be frank he had a lot to frown about these days.
"Keep trying to find the missiles and move this Helicarrier from here. Take us to UK air space, preferably somewhere above the North Sea," he ordered. This missiles had been launched in the UK and the ones launched at the UK had already hit their target so that made made Britain's air space the safest right now.
Fury didn't want to be anywhere near a sonic missile, thank you very much. Even Wakanda with all their vibranium won't survive an attack from sonic missiles. Sonic missiles were something that had been theorised by many scientists but had never been created.
Guess someone finally took the challenge.
Sonic missile could travel at hypersonic speed, and release sonic sounds that cause deadly vibrations.
Fury wondered what aerobatics pilots all over the world must be doing now. He moved out of his Agents' way after he gave his order. He knew how awful it felt when you are working and walking with someone in your way.
Damn, should have brought Stark in by now. He definitely could have been able to track these missiles, or not. Reports I've been getting say these missiles are something above even Stark's capabilities.
Hours ago Fury ordered for them to send their own missile to blow these ones up in atmosphere so that the only thing they will have to worry about will be falling debris. The order had been carried out and and it ended up failing. The missiles were just too damn fast for their target computers to lock on to.
The Helicarrier was on its way to destination he'd orders them to pilot it to when an Agent came into the room. "Sir, the Security Council is asking for you in conference room b," she informed him.
Fury gave her nod and was about to leave when the Helicarrier started jerking and dare he say it, vibrating. He heard screams and increase of voices. It was uncomfortable to walk around but he did, because he was Nick Fury. He looked at where all this noise was originating from and saw his Agents gathered near the the huge panoramic windows and glass walls of the Helicarrier.
He stepped forward to check what they were seeing. It didn't take time for him to notice that the vibrations had increased and it was becoming uncomfortable for even him. Suddenly, faster than a bullet, a huge thing passed by the Helicarrier.
"What in the devil's name was that?" One agent asked loudly.
Fury knew the answer before it came.
"That there was the Spawning Missile," one comm agent answered.
"Get us as far away from that thing as possible," Fury ordered quickly and left the room.
He walked quickly. The Security Council were not ones that liked being kept waiting. On his way he passed a different conference room where Agent Hill seemed to be busy in. On the screens in the room he recognised some faces before he was forced to continue on his way. He saw Agent Coulson, some of their contacts in Interpol, NASA, Pentagon, and the EU.
The Helicarrier was already moving away. As the flying fortress distanced itself from the missile the vibrations reduced but he still noticed some workers staggering about.
He soon reached conference room b and saw that they were on screens waiting for him. Before he could speak they were already on a roll.
"What the hell is going on, Fury. Isn't it your job to stop things like this before they happen," one of the councillors bellowed as Fury stepped into the room.
"And why didn't you tell us immediately this happened. I would have been on a flight back to the states right now if the British government didn't inform the UN and made them stop all flights from taking off all over the world," the only woman in the council told everyone.
After that it became a free for all and Fury became customer care, listening to all their complaints.
It ended though. It ended with a resounding boom. Fury staggered and had to hold on to a wall. For a moment he thought they had been hit by one of the missiles.
"What was that noise?" One of the councilmen asked. He rose to his feet to stare closer from the screen.
"Don't tell me one of those damned missiles targeted you, Fury," another councilman shouted.
"I'm doing very fine, thank you," Fury fired back before he answered them. "We were not hit. I don't think so. The alarms would have been deafening by now if we were hit. Something closby was though."
There were panoramic windows in this room, Fury could see through them, the councilmen and woman could see through them and what they saw was something out of this world.
Were there was was just an empty part of the Atlantic Ocean, an island appeared, an infernal island that now looked to be extremely radioactive. This far away from the conflagration on the island, they could barely see some figures on fire, flying up into the sky only to disintegrate. Hundreds of these figures tried to leave the island but when they got up to a certain point in the sky, an energy domed shield glowed around the island and they became ashes.
"What in the devil's name is that?" A councilman asked.
Fury doubted that this will be the last time he was going to hear that question today. But even he wanted to know what this place was.
No one got the chance to answer this question, if they had the answer. The energy shields around the island began to glow and expand. It started small but it reached the clouds in minutes.
Fury pushed open the door of the conference room and screamed in a way that he almost lost his voice. "Get us the fuck out of here now!!" He shouted into the hallway where he could see agents, workers and scientists running about like they were being chased by their demons. "MOVE! MOVE!"
The energy shield kept on expanding then it stopped.
It was like the the world held its breath. Tick, tock, tick, tock. One, two, three. BOOM!
Fury was lifted from where he was and flew through the opened door of conference room b. The impact he made on hallway walls knocked him out instantly.
~Break~
Mad-Eye Moody had been sent by Albus Dumbledore to investigate Sirius Black's prison break.
He was inside the office of the director of Azkaban prison, Marcus Vector. He was someone Moody knew from the old days of fighting in Grindelwald's war. The old man now, because Marcus was very old, not as old as Albus but still old, had a grand niece who a Hogwarts Professor.
They were both in the gloomy office discussing about Black's final days in Azkaban.
"You said that he kept repeating 'he's at hogwarts.' Who would he be talking about?" Moody wondered aloud.
Marcus coughed and shook his bald head. "I don't know. If the Potter boy was still alive he'd have been at Hogwarts but he is not so we can't tell who Black meant."
Moody knew different. The higher ups in the Order of the Phoenix knew very well that Potter was alive. And they were aware that he's been missing.
According to James he left him with Dursley but when Lily Potter went there later Dursley claimed he never saw the boy. From what Lily Potter found in Dursley's mind, Dursley was telling the truth. Lily went to search the Muggle apartment the boy claimed he owned and she found it empty.
The boy was missing and the Order was sure that he was with Black. What Black wanted the squib boy for was anyone's guess.
"Then again he could be after Albus," Marcus said with a laugh.
Moody couldn't resist laughing with him. Albus will be able to put one hundred Sirius Black in their place.
Marcus was still snickering when an Auror burst into the office. "Sir, there is a large metal about to fall on azkaban." The Auror looked extremely irritated. "I said it was no biggie and the dementors might have finally found a sport, you know, throwing metal, but the others made me come tell you."
Moody jumped up from where he was, his mad eye already rolling to see through the ceiling and get a look at the strange shaped metal that was falling down at speed that beat the new Firebolt broomstick. "What do you mean it's no biggie. Didn't you think that this might be an attempt from Sirius Black to break out his fellow Death Eaters," Moody barked at the the lame Auror then he returned his eye to the strange metal. Moody could follow the movement because magicals used more of their brain than muggles and they've have been watching flying object zoom pass at hypersonic speed for centuries, sometimes even riding said flying objects. So Moody was able to keep track of the missile with his x-ray eye. "I recognise this thing I'm trying to remem... Merlin's sagging bollocks!"
"What is it?!" Marcus asked jumping to his feet. If Moody was worried about something you better take it seriously.
"It's one those muggle weapons that Grindelwald was so fascinated with that he befriended the muggles during the war." Moody was worried now, really worried. The thing looked like it might soon hit Azkaban.
"Muggle weapon?" The Auror questioned in bewilderment. "We are being attacked by muggles?"
Moody almost slapped the idiot. "I don't have time for your stupid questions! Get out there and tell everyone to use their personal porkeys the get the blood hell out of here or things might soon get ugly."
The Auror made to reply and Moody slapped him then pushed him out the door. Moody turned around to grab old his friend and made to use his Order emergency porkey to take them both away when his world rocked. He managed to put his strongest shield around the both of them. It saved them from dying but it didn't save them from the blast. The motion, momentum, and kinetic energy of the blast blew them into the air through the destroyed roof of the barrack, and the vibration shook their very being.
Moody couldn't flying like Voldemort but he still had his own tricks. He grabbed his friend on the shoulder and when they were out of range from the blast and falling down to the ocean below, he used the featherlight charm on them and their weight became miniscule. This slowed down their fall and he cancelled the shield. Before both of them floated lazily onto the ocean below. Alastor conjured a wooden platform on the water they were to land on. They landed on the wood and he cancelled the featherlight charm from both of them.
From the conjured wooden platform they could see what remained of Azkaban. Nothing remained, nothing but magical wards and burning dementors. They both watched as the dementors tried to escape but the muggle weapon did something to make the wards unstable and as they watched the now visible wards destroyed every dementor that tried to pass through. They were all turned to fine dust.
"What is this weapon?" Director Vector asked Med-eye.
Moody stood up and looked around. He saw the second island, the one that housed the Auror barrack, or what remained of it. Little debris was what was sinking down, its wall was all that remained, same with Azkaban.
"This is an atomic bomb. A weapon of mass destruction that the muggles created. Grindelwald befriended them and played a huge part in their war to create a magical copy," Moody was finally able to answer.
"Did he?" Marcus asked alarmed. "Create the copy, I mean."
"I don't know. There were rumours that he had a mighty weapon that could lay waste to the world. The ICW sent some Unspeakables to investigate the issue. If what Albus told me is true, the Unspeakables never returned," Moody's reply was almost silent and cold. His expression was dark, he was angry and wanted to get to the bottom of this matter and find out who sent this bomb. He tried and managed to calm himself down, knowing that anger won't serve him well now.
"So he might have created them and we don't know," Marcus said, standing up and moving closer to Moody. They both noticed when the wards started flashing. "A magical backlash. We should leave now before this becomes even more dangerous. In a few moments no magic will be possible here."
Moody didn't waste time with words, he grabbed his friend and placed his hands on his phoenix medallion. He was glad to not have lost it in the chaos earlier. "Order of the Fawkes!" he yelled and the emergency porkey whisked them away.
Minutes after they left the wards exploded. When the magic touched the wooden platform, all the waters surrounding the former island of Azkaban turned to wood. Then it became gold, then silver, then liquid metal. The air started gaining and changing colours. The sky grew stormy and then flakes of flames started to fall.
This part of the Atlantic became a weird, mysterious, zone and Harry Potter got the results of his experiment.
