CyberTech Worlds Clash
Chapter XXVI
Control
The Ministry of magic was quiet and sleepy early in the mornings like any other business. However, they were in bright spirits ruling the Magical World, and putting its people in their place, and ignoring anything and everything that ruined that like a child shoving their fingers in their ears: 'lalalalalalala'.
Though, they had to acknowledge that they had lost all control over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That some of their children had been taken from them, and the filthy 'invaders' were trying to arrest some upstanding members of their society as if they were criminals.
They could deal with that in all due time. After all, they were only up against filthy muggles. What could muggles do to them? Tell lies about You-Know-Who and Dumbledore being in jail? Yes. That was all. They even had the French ministry and MACUSA lying for them, and other ministries betraying their people.
The British Ministry would never do that sort of thing. They would never break the Statue of Security.
However, today was the day of the ultimatum the muggles had given them to surrender. Though, the magical people who still worked at the Ministry of Magic went about their day without a care. It's not as if the filthy muggles could really conquer the Magical World.
The muggles had only taken Hogwarts because it was a weak little school. They conveniently left out the fact that Hogwarts was protected ten times more efficiently than the ministry, and those protections had gotten better since then under the control of the muggles. It was more annoying as armed muggle police patrolled Hogsmeade, and some Aurors had disappeared, probably turned traitor with Amelia Bones.
Therefore, they were rightfully shocked when the wards imploded into nothing with a giant boom. The arrogance shown by these people could be astounding as the fireplaces cracked as the flames flashed out of them as the magic was drained.
The side wall of the building above them that lead into the streets of London exploded and cracked letting in the sound of sirens with flashing red and blue lights. Men and women in black military wear were abseiling down the walls within seconds while green bolts of energy flew down, giving them cover as some wizards and witches tried firing on them with wands but they just flew back unconscious.
It was chaos within the ministry as soldiers landed with black CyberTech rifles aimed and ready, moving to avoid spells shot at them, and taking out those responsible and destroying their wands and cuffing them to be officially arrested once the battle was over; though it didn't look like it would last long as the mage were just going about their day; they had been so arrogant as to believe that CyberTech was bluffing.
The Aqua Knight crunched down after the soldiers took positions and flanked around the huge auditorium, shattering the area she landed with her mech right beside her. The people in the auditorium screamed with that and tried fleeing, but the soldiers aimed weapons and herded them back into the large quandary of other witches and wizards.
The Aqua Knight moved forward as her helmet de-manifested to reveal the Girl-Who-Lived. "Surrender your wands, and you will be treated like civilised people! Refuse, and you shall be treated like criminals until proven otherwise, and it will be your own fault if you have to spend some time within the Crater Prison just because you felt like being stubborn!" she commanded with her eyes narrowed, glaring at the few wizards she knew were no good. "Right now, the Ministry of Magic does not officially exist. You are being considered as a Mage Supremist terrorist organisation, and we don't have reason to believe otherwise as the UK Ministry has quite a bad reputation as of late."
"T-terrorist…? S-supremist?" some old woman stuttered out through the blanket of quiet terror while looking baffled and appalled at the mere notion. "W-we're not terrorists or supremacists or – well, I'm not!" she said shocked, but she did eye a few people she likely believed fit that mould. "Miss. Potter; you know this; you went to school with my Grandson, Neville! And you know we sided with Dumbledore!"
Amy sighed while rolling her eyes. "I do not work with that bastard. If you didn't know, he is in jail for war crimes against the world, Mrs. Longbottom," she replied coldly while a chorus of shock went around the hall. "The Wizarding World has been noticed by the 'muggle' world, and as of now, those who resist integration into the scientific world are considered terrorists until further notice!
"Now, we could take you all to jail," she suggested with a shrug. "You would get to see Dumbledore for yourselves," she added thoughtfully. "Voldemort too," she said smirking as a collective shudder and shock ran through the crowds. "Or, you could surrender your wands, and if you have no warrant out for your arrest and no Dark Mark, we'll return your wands and see you on your way. We have already given your 'ministry' warning about this. We do NOT recognise the Ministry of Magic and all of their bullshit!"
The look in Amy's eyes made Mrs. Longbottom realise that this wasn't some joke and that the Magical World was under attack. That Dumbledore had fallen. That Voldemort had fallen. That the UK Ministry was falling. So, she did the only thing she could really think of doing.
"Well. It's about bloody time," she said in annoyance. "I had heard that Hogwarts was conquered and that it was greatly improved. So, I'll hand my wand over," she replied handing it over to one of the armed admins who had slipped in while Amy took all the attention, and she was surprised when she received a receipt. "But did you really capture You-Know-Who?" she asked, and others paused in handing over their wands to listen in.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle, known as Voldemort," she said rolling her eyes at the flinch. "… he was captured two days ago, and he along with many of the surviving supporters are in jail awaiting sentencing, but I can assure you that Tom Riddle will never feel freedom again!" she said causing gasps of awed shock to run the auditorium.
"And… but Dumbledore?" someone asked timidly from the crowd.
"Albus Dumbledore is in jail for crimes against humanity, crimes against me, and crimes against James Potter and Lily Evans, my parents. He has been using magic illegally for the 'Greater Good'. He should think himself lucky that we don't have the death penalty because I think I might have pushed for it!"
"You can't arrest Dumbledore!" someone shouted out. "He's a great wizard. You'll spend the rest of your life in Azkaban for betraying the magical world!"
Amy looked over to where a large force of aurors exited from where the lifts were located. "Albus Dumbledore in your fucked up little world would have never been brought to justice because of raging lunatics like you sucking his cock!"
She knocked away a spell as it was fired, and hell broke loose as her forces opened fired on the Aurors and they didn't care who they hit. It was chaos as Amy's helmet re-formed and she engaged in the blasting but couldn't use too much force or she'll bring the building down. It was down to Amy's forces to protect those who had already surrendered or planned too.
The destruction was immense. The building would have crumbled to the ground anyway if it weren't held together with magic. Amy and her mech were just gliding between spells as they blasted and conquered and captured aurors and other attacking witches and wizards. The wizards and witches would later claim that it would have been easier to beat Voldemort – or a shit ton of dragons.
The battle had only lasted a few minutes, which was crazy to so many as most of the invaders used muggle weapons.
Though, everyone loved watching as the Minister of Magic had been captured and screamed and shouted racist profanity as he was hauled away in cuffs for war crimes (Well, on that front mostly for being a dick), and ignoring and working with and taking money from terrorists.
"As of this moment, the British government is in control of this building," Amy said with a sigh once the building had calmed down. "The Magical World has gotten away with too much, and the likes of Dumbledore have gotten away with whatever they want. Today heralds a new day. Ms. Bones, they're all yours for now," she said as one of the female 'muggles' stepped forward so they could see her properly where before Amy had taken the spotlight so they didn't recognise her: Amelia Bones previous head of the department for Law Enforcement, and a witch.
"Thank you, Amanda," she replied glaring at her former aurors. "Many of you shall look forward to jail time for not surrendering to the new meta-policing force. It has come to the attention of the UK that people with powers need to be policed by people with powers for the protection of those with or without powers! Therefore, with the assistance of CyberTech the UK government has created the MPF. We are in essence just regular law officers, only we are powered, so we can deal with meta-crimes, or other such super powered beings of which you… we all are."
"This is nonsense!" one auror spat out in disgust. "We don't answer to filthy muggles or traitors!"
"No… you answer to me," she replied coolly. "And a man in handcuffs should show some manners," she said coolly. "Take them to the Crater," she said gesturing to her soldiers, and they might have been a bit too eager to take them away.
To Be Continued…
EXTRA:-
"But Tom," Dumbledore said to the poor evil man in the corner of their cell as he was rocking back and forth and crying for some reason. "I can help you right your wrongs if only you'll let me!"
Voldemort looked up from his whimpering to see the old man with bruises forming around his eyes through lack of sleep holding out his hand from the seat he was sat with a wide grin and eyes full of love.
The 'Dark Lord' grimaced and whimpered. "S-stay away from m-me Dumbledore…!" he hissed through the tears running down his red eyes. "Oh god!" he stood up banging violently with his fists on the wall he knew turned into a door.
"PLEASE!" he screamed crying. "PLEASE, NO MORE I PROMISE, I'LL BE GOOD! I WILL I PROMISE! JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE! I'LL GO ANYWHERE, BUT NOT WITH HIM! HE WON'T SHUT UP! HE WON'T SHUT UP! PLEASE HAVE MERCY! PLEASE! HE'S FUCKING CRAZY! HE'S DELUSIONAL! HELP ME PLEASE!"
In a cell just a few cells over Ronald Weasley brooded as usual like the moron he was as he could hear Voldemort screaming and crying just because he was in a cell with Dumbledore.
Voldemort should think himself lucky he thought to himself as he was butt hurts. It hurt a lot as he adjusted himself in the arms of some huge wobbly fatso green, and they were naked in said fatsos bed. He had tears of pain and sadness rolling down his eyes.
In a way Ron could understand Voldemort's hatred and panic. Dumbledore… following the old man had ruined his life, but he was Albus Dumbledore, and a great wizard.
The fatty who called himself THE Blob, and for good reason chuckled and started pushing Ron down and under the covers laughing, and Ron felt sick as he knew what he had to do. He had already screamed his throat raw, and now this… life sucked, and so did he apparently.
"Don't be such a foolish boy, Tom," Dumbledore said as he had stood and placed a comforting hand on Voldemort's shoulder, which caused the bald-snake-freak to jump to the side back into a corner to cry and whimper some more.
Dumbledore shook his head sadly as he sat back down on his chair. "Poor boy, Tom… but don't you worry, I'll be here every day to comfort you," he said with a wide loving grin.
Voldemort's scream of horror could be heard throughout The Crater Super Prison, and echoed throughout, and would have brought forth a few smiles if anyone cared enough to be listening.
EXTRA II:-
Harry was just staring at a holo-screen in his office at a girl with dark hair and dark skin. She looked as if she was ready to beat anyone and everyone up just because she felt like it.
"So that's Ex?" Amy asked as she looked at the screen over his shoulder. "She's cute… a little wild but cute, definite girlfriend material," she suggested reasonably giving him a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.
He looked at her while rolling his eyes. "She's about sixteen and I'm twenty-four… yeah… bit of an age difference. Not to mention she's an assassin and I'm probably on her list somewhere. I do not need a violent mutant trained to kickarse wanting me dead in my bed… wow; that rhymed, and she's Logan's daughter – well, kind of and who knows how he might react… he's crazy."
"Well yeah, but still," she said sheepishly. "Technically she's his daughter but she wasn't naturally created. He doesn't have to take responsibility."
"Nope, but I think he feels guilty, or responsible in some way," he said shrugging. "Well whatever the reason I'm not going to cross him. Anyway, how was your invasion of the ministry?"
Amy sighed sadly. "Well that was a little more boring than I thought it would be. They tried resisting, but mostly surrendered and Ms. Bones is with them dealing with all of the copper stuff."
Harry laughed, "yeah, and no… I see that look in your eyes. Much too old. Would you and Ginny stop trying to set me up?"
"But Harry!" she whined. "You caught us with Gabrielle… twice… I know. Astoria Greengrass?"
"No-," Harry began but paused. "I don't know who that is."
"Astoria…?" she asked in surprise while he nodded, and she grinned brightly. "She's only a year younger than us… blonde, gorgeous… she's working at Hogwarts in the library-."
"A librarian?" Harry asked doubtfully when he started as a screen blinked up in front of him with a beautiful blonde woman with her hair tied back, black framed glasses and a smile. She was wearing a blue skirt suit, and had stunning grey eyes hidden by those glasses, and held a small pile of books in her arms, and her chest pushed against her white blouse more than he would have expected.
"I like library's!" Harry said automatically as he ignored his sisters' smug smirk. "Is she actually single?" he asked looking at his sister. "That is hard to believe."
Amy shrugged and looked smugger than ever. "I happen to know that Astoria Greengrass is totally single… never even been on a date… never been touched."
"Where the hell do you get your information?" he asked with a raise of his eyebrows.
"I just showed her your picture!" Seraph's voice interrupted. "She asked where you wanted to take her?"
"Huh?" Harry asked stupidly.
"Oh, I just asked her out for you," Seraph replied smugly while Amy started giggling.
"Seraph… bloody…" Harry trailed off frowning. "She said yes?" he asked in surprise.
"Of course, she would say yes Harry!" Amy said. "I bet she totally wants to ride you. I may be gay but even I can see you're a hottie Harry! Take her somewhere nice and then give her some," she teased while giggling with Seraph while Harry glared half-heartedly.
"You know what… okay…" he said thoughtfully. "I've always wanted to try a magical place, so… how about the Three Broomsticks?"
"Eight O' Clock?" Seraph asked.
Harry nodded, "yeah, eight is fine by me."
"She'll meet you by the school gates at half seven," Seraph finished in delight. "She's also ridiculously wealthy by magical standards, so she can pay for you as they're still using galleons and you don't have any."
"Crap," Harry muttered as he got up. "I'll have to go to see the Goblins," he moaned while looking at his watch it was only four in the afternoon, so he had enough time to get things done. Seraph and Amy laughed at him as he rushed out of his office and into the lift.
It was about twenty minutes later that Harry landed outside of Gringotts so fast that he was surprised that nobody noticed him as he powered his armour down. He would have to take magic transport to his date, but he was fine taking a short cut to Diagon by flying. It had been a little too long since he went on a date.
Harry shrugged as he smiled and walked up into the bank and passed two brick shitting Goblin guards who had seen him land.
Harry felt his mind catch up with him as he stirred under the soft cool sheets of the bed while he felt the warm bodies pulled up tightly to him. He frowned as he opened his stinging eyes. That Fire whisky was a killer. He remembered he got to his date and took her out to dinner, and then her sister and her sisters girlfriend turned up and they had a few drinks with them and-.
"Oh… crap," Harry muttered as he was in bed with three beautiful young woman and his memory cleared as he remembered everything. "Thank fuck it isn't like on TV where the guy forgets everything. But this doesn't make for a great first date… well… unless you're me."
Harry startled as Astoria Greengrass was curled up in his left arm; her eyes open and staring at him while her older sister was still fast asleep on top of him with Tracey in his other arm cuddling her girlfriend. However, what shocked him the most was Astoria had her hand wrapped around 'him' gently pumping it against her sisters' hot entrance, and then she kissed him on the lips, and everything was so much clearer while sober.
Yet, it wasn't. Harry frowned. He let the girl continue her attack on his mouth and the feeling on the head of his dick while it was being rubbed on her sister was amazing, but. Harry didn't drink that much; he never drunk that much, and he didn't like sprits, let alone a spirit he knew nothing about from a magical bar.
"Seraph!" he said clearly and concisely while trying to concentrate. "Engage armour!" he said as he looked towards his naked left arm where Carmine should be, but nothing happened but Astoria looked at him confused, and he realised he couldn't remember seeing her naked even though he was sure he could feel her, as if it was all a trick of his mind.
"Carmine… engage armour!" he said as he knew that even in a dream, as long as the dream was lucid, she should be able to connect.
It happened instantly. The world burst away from him and he found himself outside face to face with Astoria Greengrass, her wand pointed at him and panting for breath, face flush and widening eyes as Harry was in his standard armour form staring down at her. It was still night and according to the clock it was only a little passed eleven.
"I never find any normal girls!" Harry whined.
"Umm… Harry, what's the situation?" Seraph's voice entered his head.
"Nothing," he replied as he continued staring at Astoria. "Okay, little enchantress, I'll bite the hook; you have me intrigued."
"Err… you turned into a metal guy?" she asked confused. She was really-cute. She didn't look much different from her photo except she was wearing a blue dress her older sister bought her for the date. "Is that a thing… I don't think that's a thing, but guys like more girls, right. I heard some of the perverts say they like that sort of thing, and I like you, so… I know I couldn't convince my sister and her girlfriend to join us, and I just thought that… I found this spell in a real old book to help push fantasies along and I was scared because I wanted to, but my first, but oh yes, and, and, and – this was probably illegal wasn't it…? Wait, but how did you do this metal guy thing? That's so cool, you're like a knight!"
"So… you decided to enchant me with a dirty dream?" Harry asked while feeling uncomfortable in his armour he was so hard. She nodded shyly and looked ashamed and sorry. There was no one else around and it was just a dream, and it was nice as dreams went. "And you did this because you were… or are too scared to have me to yourself?"
She nibbled her lower lip in more embarrassment. "Well, yeah…" she said carefully. "But I really like you, and I kind of touched your, you know when it got hard in your trousers. I can't believe how huge that thing is!"
"Flattery will… probably get you far in my case," Harry said slowly. "So… are you saying you want a relationship without the messy gripe of having a relationship, so you thought that if I believed I was with other girls too that, what?"
"I don't know," she said with a frown. "It seemed like a good idea at the time. I'm no good with these things," she said impishly. "I was in Slytherin… it wasn't a house of other kids you could trust, and I bet Daph would have killed some of the filth if they came near me, so I guess I don't get it, and she was overprotective and... But… I would like to kiss and cuddle, and all that stuff – just… you know – without all of the annoying lovey-dovey stuff that I don't get – I think."
Harry's armour streamed away leaving him in his black satin suit with a thoughtful frown as she had placed her wand away. "Okay," he agreed, shocking her. "But my sister will find out so don't expect her or Ginny to stop trying to get me hooked up… or you for that matter…"
Astoria smiled a little. "Really?" she asked while Harry nodded. "That's fine; I can share," she said as she threw herself into Harry's surprised arms, and took her first kiss from him with her tongue sliding effortlessly into his mouth, finally as he pulled her up tightly into his body as it would keep his sister off his back for a month or two at least, and he needed to figure a counter to magic like she used, and having a flesh and blood bit of fun was a great idea.
Pulling back for a moment Astoria was panting deeply with fear, excitement, and hope. "You still didn't tell me what that metal thing was… are you… a knight?"
"Almost," he agreed to her delight as her lips met his again, and this time when he woke up in an unfamiliar bed; it would just be the two of them after a much more and real, enjoyable time.
Meanwhile, back at CyberTech, Ginny was with Luna, the Nurse twins Sandy and Mandy, Hermione, and Amy as they sat around a table in Amy and Ginny's apartment as they had been discussing their day.
"What do you mean, Astoria doesn't have a clue how to deal with people?" Amy asked Luna in shock as you know you have social issues if Luna notices them.
"Don't worry. She's not dangerous," Luna replied while brushing it off, and that was the lease weird thing she said about Astoria. "She looks like she has great boobs; Harry will love them!"
"Luna!" Amy groaned unsure whether their friend was just fucking with them or not while the other girls, even Hermione burst out laughing.