CyberTech Worlds Clash
Chapter VIII
Invasion Orders
"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!" Seraph's voice called calmly through the building wide communication grid. "The main lobby is being breached byunknown hostiles'. This is not a drill; we are under attack. All security personal to the ground floor; detain and control the threat - they have come with intent of violence for as of yet undetermined reasons!
"THIS IS A CODE RED!"
Harry immediately flung himself out of bed passed Ginny and Amy. "Seraph on screen!" he demanded as the girls followed him now knowing with one hundred per cent certainty what a code red was and worried someone would get hurt.
Suddenly a holographic screen appeared before Harry's eyes while he stroked the gauntlet on his arm. The screen was showing the lobby in crystal clarity as Harry pulled on his black trousers. He looked at the screen barely registering Ginny and Amy looking over his shoulders.
What they saw caused all three to gasp in shock, horror, and rage. Dumbledore with other members of the Order of the Phoenix firing curses and hexes at his security as the guards returned fire with cream coloured plastic guns: shooting green energy: stun bolts.
They noted that along with Dumbledore: Amy and Harry's parents, as well Ginny's mum, and her brother Ron: a man they knew as Mad-Eye Moody: an ex-auror for the Ministry of Magic, and quite a few others Harry had no intelligence on because they were likely nobodies, and it was difficult to obtain information on a whole civilisation of people who didn't have a computer network of any kind of use as they had magical things that came close, but then they never cared to improve upon what others had started because they were happy not exploring their own possibility.
They had so much potential that they wasted and squandered to sit in a corner and go stale. It was terribly sad. They still kept designing broomstick to fly on because that was a thing.
Harry sighed as he took a guess that a few more Order members were aurors as they didn't seem too bad with the spells they fired, but right then, Harry was fuming with rage as he spotted several of his reception staff unconscious and bleeding. What right did the magical world have to attack a non-magical building? None that's what, and he would not let it continue for much longer.
"What the fuck do they think they're doing!" demanded Amy angrily. "Are they trying to start another war!"
"I don't know, but it looks that way," commented Harry calmer than Amy and Ginny could tell he was. They could feel his magic flaring with his anger, and Amy figured she and Ginny should probably give him some kind of training to get that under control, even if he had no real desire to become a mage.
The two girls could predict something blowing up with his accidental magic soon if he did not calm down; not that they would blame him. But that was reason enough for him to learn some control. It was probably a miracle he had never discovered his power before.
"Seraph! Are there anymore outside?" Harry demanded; his eyes blazing pure fury. He did not need this. If Stark or Shield got hold of this, he would have to deal with them getting in his way as they would both want in on the 'fun' before it was over.
"Affirmative," she agreed as another screen popped into existence next to the lobby one showing outside the main entrance.
Harry noted the main doors were somehow ripped to pieces but that could be repaired with improved locks. The annoying thing was that the doors weren't locked. The building was open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, including Christmas and all other holidays.
They smashed down an open door," Harry grumbled in frustration. "What idiot doesn't check the door first? It's a public lobby of a building that obviously still had people working within. The fucking lights were on with people inside, and the welcome sign light up… and they broke the bloody thing," he said sadly.
Amy gave Harry a sad look and took his hand, giving it a squeeze of support. Harry looked to her sharply in surprise. "Yeah," he said with a scowl as he squeezed her hand back and returned his attention to the screens.
It was quite dark outside as it was only one O' clock in the morning. Harry noted cars and other vehicles passing without a glance at what was happening around the building. He figured they put up charms to stop anyone noticing the attack, which was good as it meant no one would have to know. He should be able to keep it under wraps.
His first massive coverup. Harry was excited at having such a massive secret from Shield and the government. It was just going to get harder to keep it secret from here on.
Harry almost smiled at the looks of frustration of those in the building. They had not counted on such powerful resistance – or being outnumbered by real soldiers. Not that it mattered if they got passed; they would never find their way any further than the lobby, in which case the automated defence grid might find them a risk to the safety of the building and tech within and kill them all.
Outside stood around thirty more witches and wizards waiting under the entrance lights: A few of those lights flickering, in danger of going out because of damage caused to them.
He saw Sirius Black; apparently his and Amy's godfather standing to the side of the large group with Hermione, Mr. Weasley and the Weasley twins to Ginny's relief looking uncertain, as if they very much did not want to be there, and wished they stayed at home.
Harry growled as he saw some kind of silver light burst from Dumbledore's wand and shoot out of the doors, and as soon as those outside saw it they rushed in to assist in the battle. Harry was glad Mr. Weasley stayed put with the twins, Sirius and Hermione; at least they were not idiots with a death wish. The twins were apparently funny; Harry would rather meet them outside of all this stupidity.
"You two," Harry turned to the girls. "Quickly go and get dressed and meet in the lounge."
The two girls nodded worriedly, wondering what Harry was planning as they rushed from the room leaving Harry to watch the battle as more guards arrived on the scene to back up their fellow guards.
Harry sighed shaking his head in disgust as he grabbed his shirt, throwing it on, quickly buttoning. He slipped some black socks on, then his black boots: quickly buckling them. He exited his room; screens following him, finding Ginny and Amy staggering out of their rooms tying laces, both wearing blue trousers, tops and hoody's with white trainers, as if of one mind, even though they were different brands.
"What do we do?" the girls both asked together looking freaked out by what they saw on the screens.
"Follow me," he answered as he headed for the open elevator door: they obliged nervously. "We'll stop them, don't worry," he added as they stepped into the elevator; he shot them a reassuring grin. They sighed in relief as the door closed, confident in him. The elevator began its decent into madness.
"Seraph, engage internal defence systems!" Harry demanded coolly.
"Affirmative!" she replied in a monotone.
Suddenly the red light stopped flashing as the siren shut off. Harry noted the wizards and witches looked confused the alarms shut down while the guards were very much aware what it meant, especially when the red lights stayed on.
"Buildings offensive defensive systems have been engaged!" Seraph called throughout the building.
The guards in the lobby stopped returning fire with the wizards and witches, staying hidden behind shields and desks, and still as the magic kept coming. Then the Order of the Phoenix stopped flinging magic with looks of confusion and concern at the fact the guards' ceased fire.
Then it happened. The lower ceiling areas of the cavernous lobby opened within CyberTech logos like metal irises, and out flew a mass of white and red elongated disks thinner at the front with twin propeller bays sliding out either side of the main disks with angled canon bays and automatic railguns under the wings. There was about thirty of them hovering before the irises closed behind them.
However; that was confusing; it was horrifying when they heard the clanking of metal and looked around to see some kind of blue alloy clicking down over the windows and doors, securing the building.
"What the hell are those things supposed to do!" demanded a laughing ginger haired man, Ginny's youngest brother, Ronald Weasley. "You muggle losers think you can scare us?" he laughed as he fired a bright blue light from his stick at one of the nearest drones.
The spell hadn't reached it when one of the multiple barrels flashed blue and a laser like beam of blue shot out cutting through Ron's spell, slicing it into nothing and slashing across Ron's chest. The boy screamed out in agony as he was thrown back skidding across the floor with blood splattering across his chest. He came to a stop whimpering, gasping and holding his bloody chest through his charred robes looking at the thing in horror.
"I suggest you drop your wands!" an angry yet familiar voice suddenly commented over the internal comms. network. "These devices have three power settings, and Ronald Weasley has just taken a hit on the first setting. I assure you, settings two and three are not as nice!"
His anger could be sensed in the voice, and most of the Order felt compelled to obey; any sane person would: face to face with deadly… 'things'. However, at the shake of their leader Dumbledore's head they did not relinquish their weapons but stood fast eyeing the weapons with sweating caution. Hearts beating so fast that was all they could hear over the near quiet, (as the drones made a soft humming noise from the propellers).
Dumbledore stood up tall in the midst of the hall, and the chaos he and his Order caused the muggles still quite shocked this building was so powerfully secure. He thought he would have an easier chance of breaking into Azkaban Wizarding Prison and escaping with all the prisoners than braking into here.
The old man steadied his breathing as his eyes scanned the hall looking for the source of the voice. However, it sounded as if it was everywhere like the female alert warning, therefore guessed it was through some kind of muggle communication system.
"Mr. Pot…" he began to say, wondering whether he could hear him; then remembered the young man was already furious and this time had much better weapons; so, thought it best not to provoke him into firing. "Mr. Avalon," he decided to say instead. "We've come to retrieve Miss. Potter; you have no right to keep her from us. She belongs to the magical world!" he announced feebly.
Suddenly up ahead an elevator opened and said young man walked out chuckling though without much humour, followed by said girl looking nervous along with her best friend, Ginevra.
Harry then stopped his mock laugh and sighed tiredly and with an annoyance that promised death. "You are not getting my sister, and that's final; when will you get it through that thick skull of yours?"
"Hey don't you speak to Albus Dumbledore like that!" demanded James Potter suddenly before yelping as a blue beam scorched the floor by his feet, and caused him to gulp and take half a step back as he looked at Ron as his mother was tending to him. It looked like it hurt a lot. He was just glad the green beams from the muggle guns stunned and not killed because he was hit earlier.
Harry just stared coldly at the old man, his emerald eyes more like ice. "Tell your marionette to mind his manners or my computer may take offence and kill him," he spoke frosty. "As I was saying, my twin sister goes where she wants to. She is not property. She is a human being and you will never lay your filthy hands on her again you fucked up little old man. So, I suggest you fuck off out of my sight before I decide to capture you all and dump you in a cell.
"Or better yet perhaps I'll make your nightmares come true, and I'll reveal all of you pathetic morons to the world?"
Dumbledore staggered backwards; the blood draining from his face, gulping. "Y-you can't d-do that, it would be murder… y-you don't have that kind of power anyway."
Harry snorted, though with no humour. "I have you trapped, one word from me, or a hostile action from you and the drones will fire," he informed them innocently, though it would have made them all feel calmer if he said it with deadly intent, as he slowly and methodically took a few steps forward.
"I have Death Eaters murdering innocent people on file, and all of this is being recorded, what makes you so sure I don't have the power… one second is all it will take and my computer will hack every broadcast on this planet. She'll reveal all of you worldwide… then she'll give them every large magical location and settlement on the planet… you'll never be able to hide again, everyone will know. And you'll be fucked."
Those of magic shivered at his daring tone, as if he would love nothing more or less. The wizards and witches stood looking sick to their stomachs, unable to comprehend the whole world finding out.
However, as the CyberTech security guards stood, helping injured colleagues up and shooting their foes smug glares; though they weren't sure whether their boss was bluffing or not, most figured that would cause more grief and problems than solve them. Though, the wizards and witches did not know Harry like his staff did, and all they could see was pure intent and capability.
"Now… I'll give you a choice," he continued. "An option… but first I would like to congratulate you on telling Voldemort where my sister is, aren't you the grand idiots today?" he chuckled darkly as the wizards and witches gulped realising Voldemort might find out about this. However, some like Mad-Eye Moody realised that if Death Eaters did know, those drones would take them out in no time, which allowed them at least an internal smirk.
"However, your options are as followed. I make the magical world crumble… or you piss off, and never darken my door again unless you have legitimate business, except Dumbledore or any greasy bastard that carries the dark mark." He glared at said men and they cringed back.
"YOU-You can't do this!" suddenly Lily Potter yelled angrily. "She's my daughter; you'll give her back now!"
"She's her own person," replied Harry nonchalant with a shrug as he gestured to his sister.
"I'm staying with my brother," answered Amy before anyone could ask. "You committed an atrocity against me and my brother on that bastard old man's orders, 'Mrs. Potter'," she glared hard and her 'mother' cringed back at the rage and formal title her daughter used to address her.
Amy felt like just pulling out her wand and launching a barrage of curses their way herself or seeing whether Seraph will obey her order to blast them all into pieces with the drones. She wondered what other weapons protected them and could not wait to find out. She wondered what Ginny's dad would have been like seeing such tech, she could only guess at the antics he would cause to stay and have a look around.
"But Miss. Potter," Dumbledore tried once more, sounding braver than he felt. This mission did not go down the way he hopped. In fact, it went down more the way, Hermione Granger and Colin Creevey said it would, with them getting served a humiliating defeat. That was the main reason he guessed Hermione did not come in and Colin just stayed at home.
Sirius was obviously waiting outside to laugh at them and gloat over their failure, probably with the twins; the three believing Hermione's forecast on the attack - not that they wanted anything to do with it anyway. And Mr. Weasley having faith in muggle technology, and the love of his daughter, and not wanting to risk losing her by doing something stupid.
"That's Miss. Avalon!" she replied angrily glaring. Harry smirked as they just started in open mouthed shock, and it always felt good that she chose him.
Dumbledore however, had a completely different reaction to her name change: one of horror and an almost unwillingness to accept facts. "B-but, Miss. Um, Avalon… w-what about the prophecy?" he stuttered, using the new name to not further anger the young woman.
"That… old man… is your problem, not hers… go kill Voldemort," hissed Harry, most of the wizards flinching and gasped. "Yourself," he continued with narrowed glaring emerald green eyes.
"B-but-but…" the old man stuttered unable to think, his mind clogged with incoherence.
"One last chance to leave, and Amy looks really pissed, one word from her and Seraph will most likely choice to fire," he commented with an evil grin, which Amy mirrored in her anger.
The Order gulped as one. "T-then h-how do we get out," said Dumbledore stumbling over his words in panic, gesturing the shattered door. Suddenly as if to answer, the armour lifted, just enough to let them out.
"Oh, and before you leave. The door wasn't locked!" Harry said angrily, and took pleasure that the wizards looked embarrassed.
"Told you the doors weren't locked," Mad-Eye-Moody grumbled towards Dumbledore as he turned and began walking out.
"We will also be expecting compensation for the damage you caused," said Harry, smirking darkly. "Oh, and lift whatever charm is hiding this building, and don't expect to be able to attack us like this again. NOW LEAVE!" he demanded the last, angrily, darkly and sub-zero, cold; all in one.
The Order jumped and began to make a hasty exit, following Moody's retreat with Mrs. Potter being comforted quietly, as she sobed in her husband's arms as they exited.
"Ginny let's go!"
Harry sighed at Mrs. Weasley's demand as she stood by the exit while holding Ron; the last the leave except Dumbledore, who now looked really worried again.
Ginny shook her head in defiance. "N-no mum, I like living here, and I have a job I think I'm getting better at. I actually have a life here. My own life. Not whatever crap you want for me. I'm my own person. I'm an adult. You don't control my life anymore."
"WHAT!" roared Ron stupidly enraged and forgetting about his injury. "Get over here now!"
Ginny suddenly switched from nervousness to red with pure venomous rage, and intent to cause death with just that look. "Fuck off Ronald; you fucking prat!" she screamed, and Amy and Harry nervously took a few steps from her, gulping.
Ginny then looked around and saw the nearest angry guard, stormed over to her and snatched her gun, aiming it at her brother. "Now get lost!" she demanded, firing. The green bolt launched, hitting the shield next to her brother's head. Ron gulped, wide eyed with fear.
Then Ron's rage returned to match Ginny's and raised his wand. "You stupid muggle wannabee bitch!" he roared angrily. "How dare you use that muggle shit against me. You're coming home even if I have to drag you; you're not staying here with these muggle freaks!"
Ginny's eyes flashed if at all possible, with even more rage as she glanced at the gun she held; she smirked upon noticing a very nice-looking switch. She flicked the switch, and then fired. This time a red bolt hit the shield beside Ron's head; the boy flinched wondering why the colour changed, but she told him.
"Green for stun… red for blowing holes through things," she commented causing Ron's face to drain of bloods. "I'm fucking sick and tired of you telling me what I can and can't do," she grinned evilly.
"Threatening any boy that comes too close to me, thinking I'll just jump into bed with them all because you're a filthy minded bastard." She suddenly laughed insanely and everyone in the lobby cringed back; this was not a girl you wanted to upset.
"Maybe you should have been trying to keep me and Amy apart," she laughed insanely some more as her mothers and brothers faces paled dramatically. "That's right… while you were worrying about some boy taking my innocence because you're bastards, I gave it to a girl… when I was thirteen," she cackled crazily like one of those evil witches from TV. (Somebody needs to lay off the sweets).
Amy was now radiating so much heat off her bright red embarrassed face; Harry could literally feel it blasting off her in waves. He wondered whether that was a magical thing before he realised, he didn't care; that was not in his field of study.
Harry groaned, rubbing his tired eyes and shaking his head while Ginny's eyes suddenly darted open on realising what she admitted. The lobby was now a wave of embarrassed silence until a flash of white light in the middle of the huge lobby and Seraph appeared shocking Dumbledore, Mrs. Weasley and Ron out of their shocked silence slightly as the very angry looking girl stormed over (literally as she was almost flying), in Ron's direction.
"You bastard!" she whispered, deathly quiet, but all heard as she landed flat in front of Ronald, and they cringed as she smacked him in the face, his head catapulting back slamming into the shield, crying out as he fell to the floor, tears in his eyes, blood now dripping down his face as well as from his chest.
She then grabbed him by his hair and with effortless force flung him through the gap in the shield. "When my friends demand you leave – you leave or face my wrath," she shouted angrily out to him as he cowered on the ground outside.
She then turned and glared at Mrs. Weasley and the red-haired mother quickly rushed out of the building, taking the hint. Then one look at Dumbledore and he nodded walking towards the exit. He wondered what kind of technology this place had and guessed they must have some kind of advanced teleportation device for this girl to just appear like that. It was a shame he would have to crush this place as he could not have them becoming superior to magic.
Seraph then noted a weird gleam in the old man's eyes. Suddenly to her mild surprise, Dumbledore grabbed her around the neck, poking his wand tip into her face, and if she were human would have cried out in pain and whimpered, but she was not so she didn't. Dumbledore now smirked smugly at Harry and his surprised staff.
"Miss. Potter will come with us if you want this girl to live," he informed them calmly and desperately.
"T-that's Miss. Avalon," laughed Amy suddenly as she knew enough about Seraph to know Dumbledore was not going to like the outcome from this encounter.
In fact, Dumbledore noticed everyone was now laughing at him, including the girl he held captive, which did not seem right; what did they know that he did not? Plus, shouldn't the girl be finding it hard to breathe since his arm was on her windpipe?
"W-what's s-so funny," he demanded, slightly panicked now. "This is serious, I'll-I'll kill her."
"She's not human, idiot," chuckled Harry amusedly. "She's a hologram," he elaborated for the old man's confusion.
"Yup, so I can do this," she giggled as she fazed through his hold making him stumble back with a look of pure horror on his face as the girl who apparently wasn't real turned and grinned at him.
Her fist then struck his gut with abnormal strength and he doubled over with a yelp of agony; then she grabbed his beard. "Stay away from me… oh and brush your teeth, your breath smells like unwashed cock," she smirked as his eyes went wide with fear and shock, then dragged him to the exit and effortlessly tossed him through the gap in the shield where he crashed to the ground outside. The exit then closed blocking the loitering wizards and witches from sight as they gaped.
"Well that was certainly interesting," commented Harry with a deep sigh, rubbing the back of his head; he sighed again as he looked around at all the mess.
"Seraph, keep the building on lockdown until the doors are repaired, and disengage the defences," he said, the irises opening and the drones disappearing as the normal lights came back on.
"Seraph call for the medics and have all injured staff taken to the infirmary." She nodded with a small wave and disappeared in a flash of white light. "Okay," he turned to the security. "This is confidential and is not to be spoken of, I'll debrief you tomorrow afternoon, and Seraph will arrange a time for you to come in."
Harry sighed as they nodded understandingly. "Well right now I'm exhausted so we'll be seeing you all tomorrow, hopefully the rest of the night won't be as eventful for you." He smiled lightly as he took his sisters and Ginny's hands; they smiled sheepishly back at him as he led them into the elevator and the sliding doors closed behind them.
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