Chapter 4

Dragons Wrath

World Cup Camp Ground

Witches and wizards from around the world had gathered to watch the final; however, what made everyone excited was what was next to the minister's tent. Another tent was flying the Dragon banner of the Septim Empire.

The Weasley family and Hermione saw Lord and Lady Black walking into the imperial tent with their daughters. Ron was fuming; the girls were meant to be his. The headmaster had promised him they would be married, as far as his little mind was convinced; they were his already. Leaving his tent, he made his way up the hill to the Imperials and his property.

As he walked up to the tent's entrance, he was blocked by two Imperial legionaries. "Hey, let me in; those girls are my property!" he yelled at the now amused guards, making him even more angry and also getting the attention of the other wizards. One of them knew the boy's father and ran to get him to prevent the boy from facing a legion sword in his chest.

Both legion soldiers had enough of it now, as he had still not left. "Get lost, Outrelmer dog," said one of the soldiers, laying his hand on his blade pommel. I won't warn you again, brat; leave before I break your arms."

Ron stood shocked that he had been spoken to like that by an adult, except Snape. But he was a git; his mother told him he was perfect. Glaring at the Legion guards, he responded, "I will not; they are mine." Hey growled, drawing his wand, ready to fight his way in It was a very bad mistake.

Ron got one spell off before the legion troops pinned him to the floor with a broken arm and a blade to his neck. "RON! The other Outrelm wizards sighed in relive as the boy's father ran up with his family, "Please, solder, he did not mean it. He's a good boy".

That was the wrong thing to say, as the soldiers were not happy. " Your good boy is under arrest for threats to members of the imperial nobility trespassing and attempted assault on members of the imperial army; the emperor will decide his fate."

Hadrian's P.O.V

Honestly, one day I will get 5 minutes to enjoy a nice glass of wine without someone disturbing me, I thought to myself as two of my soldiers dragged Ron Weasley before me with his family and the Minister for Magic.

"Well, young Ronald, what have you done to be dragged before me by Legionaries," I asked him, only for his father to speak for him. "Your Imperial Majesty, please have mercy; he was upset that he can no longer marry his best friends." Susan, who was in the room, laughed, causing the room to look at her. "We hate your son. He's an absolute pig who would use us as slaves. I'd sooner hang from the gallows than marry him.

"Shut up! The boy yelled, glaring at Susan. "The headmaster said you would be my wife and I would be the New Lord Black!, you should be grateful that I would even look at you, you fat Cow".

I Felt my DragonBlood burn as I stood from my Throne as I let my Dragon soul takeover drawing my Longsword it ignited with Blue Flames pointing the sword towards the boy. "You will be silent Outrelmer, Susan Bones and Serene are members of my Aristocracy and my extended family." My Blue flames turned Red as my anger fuelled my power, I could see the Minister Hiding behind the Group in Fear, the boy himself at created a puddle of his own making. "Ever insult my Family again and you will see what an angry Dragon can do to you."

Now that he was properly pacified, my Dragon Blood cooled, and I cut my magic to my sword as I placed it back on my waist. "I, Hadrian Tiber Septim, find you, Ronald Weasley, guilty of the charges against you and fine you a total of 200 silvers Septims, which is at the exchange rate of 400 Sickles." Mr Weasley's face paled, but I continued before he could say anything or his sons. "Furthermore, Clan Weasley is declared persona non grata within the empire of Tamriel and its official territories. Now get out of my tent.

After they left, I sat back on my Throne wondering if I should waste my time with this event which was to start in an hour, I made my way to the stadium not before giving my men orders to mobilise for battle.

1 hour later

The World Cup was so bloody boring, and these fools enjoyed it. I had met the Ministers for Ireland and Bulgaria and had a pleasant chat with them, but this world's so-called pastime was absolutely pointless. Eventually, Ireland won the game. I could leave and return to my tent, unaware that within a few hours, the wizarding world would see the destructive power of the Empire.

It was when I was with the black family my bodyguard ran in. "sire Death eaters are attacking the campgrounds." finally a chance for vengeance these stupid fools dared take up arms again they would soon regret it, I would make sure of that personally. "Have a squad escort Lord black and his family to safety, I'll take the rest of the troops and deal with these Outrelm rebels the good old fashion way with sword in hand go now!,"

Normal P.O.V

The dark mark was in the sky, and the people were running for their lives as the Death Eaters advanced, only to stop as they saw a beautiful yet Terrifying sight, the emperor in full Golden Dragon Armour backed by his Legion and bodyguards blades drawn.

The civilians had moved to the sides allowing the legion to see the death eaters clearly, "Well, well lads look at this it's his Majesty and his legions, you can't stop our master he will return to full strength he will kill you just like your pare,"

"Fus Ro Dah! The blue shock wave went flying from the young monarch right into the death eaters ranks sending them flying.

"I want their heads on spikes, lads." The imperial forces charged into the ranks, cutting down the masked fools like no tomorrow. However, what was strange was that a large number of them were armed with iron blades instead of wands.

The people watched as imperial legion forces killed or captured Death eaters across the campsite from the official's sector of the camp. The ministry staff and nobles watched in shock as the death eaters that had taken out much of the local security force were cut down by the legions, "Merlin's beard look at them there unstoppable, whispered Lord Malfoy, who stood with his wife and son much to Sirius's shock. He assumed Lucius would be one of the masked fools that were now being cut down by the Empire. The daily Prophet was snapping photo after photo, as were the other news agencies from across the world. By tomorrow morning, the magical world would see the true reason for why the empire brought fear to many.

This was especially true when Hadrian Grabbed the Leader of them by the neck after removing his wand arm and removing his hood and mask to reveal Walden Macnair, a member of the Ministry and its executioner.

The pathetic fool was no begging for his life. "You are asking the wrong emperor for mercy, scumbag." With his left hand, he shot a purple spell at the crying man before pulling a gem out of his bag. "Enjoy the Void dog. "Yol, Toor, Shul!".

From there location the gathered crowds watched as the emperor breathed Dragon Fire into the face of the Death Eater, his screams could be heard as his skin literarily melted from his face before his brain melted. His body fell to the floor as his soul was ripped from his body and into the black gem in Hadrian's hand.

Seeing this, the Death Eaters who could flee the area did so, and those who couldn't were cut down by the Legion; the crowd stood in horror as the Legion continued to clean up. The Minister and those who remembered the last time the Legion fought on their shores were having horrible flashbacks. The difference now was that this Septim was far more brutal than his uncle.

The Imperial battlemages destroyed the dark mark over the battlefield, allowing the light from the moon to shine clearly.

The next morning

Potter Castle

By the time ministry reinforcements arrived, the empire had finished. Hadrian sat down at his desk, reading the prophet that had been delivered, as had many people worldwide. On the front page, it showed the death eaters who had given up being arrested by legion troops.

Disaster at world cup legion to the rescue

Last night, a large group of people donned the uniforms of the death eaters, the minions of the former dark lord, attacked the quidditch World Cup. After the match, the small Auror force the mister ordered to protect the event was easily overwhelmed. Had it not been for the imperial legion troops guarding the emperor at the event, the casualties would have been much higher. Word of thanks from multiple ministry leaders had been sent to his majesty for protecting their citizens. We at the Prophet also like to thank his majesty and his legions for their brave work.

For more information about the legion, see page 6

Hogwarts Castle

Great Hall

Albus P.O.V.

They didn't mention Hadrian's brutal murder of Walden Macnair; why didn't the boy understand he could be redeemed? He didn't deserve his soul to be ripped out, and the fact the Weasely boy had thrown a monkey wrench known as his temper and destroyed all his plans. Wait, what plans? I asked myself why was I angry about this; it made no sense.

I needed to know what was happening to me; maybe that book I was given could give me the answers. Standing from my place at the table, I made my way to my office to study the book. I thought I heard something but ignored it and headed to my office.

Normal P.O.V.

unknown location

"Foolish wizard, yes, read the book and continue to aid in my plans to destroy the Septim Dynasty"

Author's note: Hey, people, here's another chapter for you. I hope you like it. May the Nine bless you all.

Revan Shan 2077