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Authors Note: Most of this Chapter is made by sperosvengence for his Lord peverell story, i'm just sprinkling my own elements into the story as It, from my point of view, was abandoned or takes a very long time to update, so I am using what is currently uploaded, to continue the story in my image. Of course, Original credits go to them so, check out there story if you want to see what I have yet to put in this version.
Albus Dumbledore was not used to the feelings of shock, but ever since that day just a few weeks ago when Serverus had entered a meeting of the order of the phoniex and showed his memory they just seemed to keep coming. As he surveyed the seen in front of him he was unaware that the rest of the order that came with him was as well. This was because in front of them stood and army of those maniquin things armed with some odd weapon that looked like those used by the muggles in the war in the 30's and 40's. A formidable army as he viewed now he had not seen for years.
"Those are some type of Gun!" whispered Lily Potter.
"Yes, I know." Albus stated grimly seeing the threat posed by these enchanted man-like devices.
Next to him Minister Fudge was nervous. These Things looked dangerous and there were thousands of them, if not tens of thousands. He quickly got angry and turned to his French Minister.
"What are these things. They number more then my aurors. Are you preparing for war?" Minster Fudge asked in a hurry.
"These are not mine. They belong to Lord Peverell. I knew he had them but thought he had less then 200. This number could do massive damage to France just by themselves not counting the other forces he could likely muster. You know as well as I do my country can field only 17 large ships of war, 100 smaller coastal vessels, 900 Calvary golems, 1000 trolls, 8000 wizards, and just over 100,000 enchanted armor. These are roughly 10 percent as many as our armors and I am not fool enough to believe these are anything but a token force of Lord Peverells number of these Automatrons as he calls them. Besides what do you care. I know you can field 100. large ships of war, more then 500 smaller vessels, 1000 Calvary golems, 2000 trolls, 15000 wizards, over 175,000 suits of armor. You have us topped in every way. You also have more ley lines to tap into then we do so your wards are more powerful." Replies the French Minster Delacour, fleur's father. While thinking, we are still trying to rebuild a navy but must focus on small vessels as large one are hard to find in order to enchant.
"How do you know the numbers of our forces?!" demands Minster Fudge.
"Cornelius, the only number that has changed since the end of the last war in europe is the number of wizards and that number is available at the ICW. Just as Frances and every member nations is. You are required to report the number of your wizard forces. However, it does seem france is rebuilding it army as they only had 100 trolls and 50 smaller vessels 15 years ago. You have also added 1000 suits of armor. Impressive considering the time it takes to make them." Dumbledore states neutrally.
"Yes, we are increasing our numbers incase the conflict in neighboring countries spills into ours." Minster Sebastian Delacour states. Though it is slow going as we have only 200 enchanters. At this rate it will take 40 years to reach the goals of 250,000 armor, 10,000 trolls, 30 large ships and 1000 smaller vessels, he thinks
'We need to increase our forces. Another 10 large ships should do nicely, thinks Minster Fudge.
The French are gearing up if they are attacked they will respond full force. Dumbledore realizes.
Movement in front of Dumbledore's eyes. At the arrival site Voldemort and his party had arrived.
"It is He-who-must-not-be-name, Albus arrest him!"yelled Minister Fudge. The automatrons tensed and looked towards the group of British, Their weapons drawn.
"Hostile Elements, will be deleted!?" The robotic voice inside them said, causing a few members of the order to hesitate
"No!" Yells Minister Delacour. "They were invited to come. They are his guests as we are."
From the front of the crowd a voice called out with a thick accent, "Stay arms. No fighting is permitted."
The voices causes Dumbledore to pale. With a quickness not seen in years he turns towards the voice. His eyes narrow. Gone is the twinkling image of the grandfather that is so well known. Now those present view a sight not seen for years. Albus dumbledore's magic begins to stir, to prepare for battle. With the dark lords group those old enough to remember the sight from the last war shivers. Those young enough to have known him as a headmaster stand wide eyed. This is the man they heard whispers about as a child. The fierce warrior. The mage of mages in his generation. Albus Dumbledore. They now understand the fear by the older groups. They instinctually know that they stand no chance. Voldemort narrows his eyes. This is the wizard he remembers from his childhood. This is the man he feared. Not the doddering old coot he showed the world. This is the warrior.
"Stephen Schultz." Dumbledore spits.
"Dumbledore." Stephen responds. "Beware, I am not here to fight, but prevent fighting.
"How are you standing? The last time we meet I took both your legs." Asks Dumbledore still tense. He proclamation shocks many around them. Never before have they seen this bloody side of Dumbledore. Those who remembers the war shrink as they realize this was the man who felled squads and even large groups by himself. Few prisoners were took.
"I work for Lord Peverell, Albus. I have not even thought of Grindelwald till now for quite sometime." Stephen Schultz replies. "Now stay arms. On my Honor as a soldier, I promise I am not here to fight."
Slowly the aged warrior changes. The power withdraws. The warrior loses all traces of the warrior and changes to the grandfather all know and love.
"You did not answer my question. How are you walking?" Albus asks.
The man lifts the robes to show a pair of plastic legs similar but stronger in appearance to those on the automatrons.
"My Lord, Lord Peverrell, built them for me. I serve as a trainer for his men and a guard in important functions."
"You trained his men. How many does he have?" asked Dumbedore.
"Who is this man?" asks Lily
"Yes who is he and why are you not arresting The Dark Lord, Albus?" asks Fudge in anger at being ignored.
Schultz smirked. "Many."
"He is Stephen Schultz. Former Special Operations officer under Grindelwald. He was fourth in line of succession to Grindelwald." answered Albus and he continued, "He is likely one of the most dangerous adversaries I have ever faced with only Thomas and Gellert coming in above him."
Every one present paled except Three people. Voldemort narrowed his eyes in anger and thought, Albus stared at Schults and Schultz held a look of pride at the fact Albus rated him as such a threat.
"Arrest him then." Stated Fudge.
Schultz let out a laugh. "You would have a hard time of it." and motions to those Automotrons near him. Most had not looked at them during the exchange but now found they were all pointing the weapons at them. "Your Aurors and Dumbledore's little order have no jurisdiction to operate in french territory, and, and I don't think Minister Delacour would take kindly to you illegally operating on his land." Dumbledore looked at Delacour Questionably
"Albus, that man's employer controls a company that keeps the entire economy of both magical and non-magical France hanging by a thread that he controls! He could bring the whole system crashing down and seize control whenever he wishes before anyone even realized what had happened. His technology is so advanced, we can't even comprehend it, let alone defend against it. If your little Order doesn't stand down, the automatrons will make that choice for you, and when they do, there will be nothing left to save." Delacour pratically begged, Dumbledore signaled the order to stand down, with fudge reluctantly doing the same to the aurors
"What are those things they are holding?" Asked Fudge nervously.
"Magical machine casters." Answers Schultz. "Each casts 50 bombardos a second. The second barrell can cast a light arrow to destroy dark creatures. These are the automatrons under my control. My lord has many more under the comand of his officers." Schultz smirks. "he possesses far deadlier weapons and gear, things far more terrifying than these."
"Are those weapons for sale?" asks Lord Lucious Malfoy from his position by his Lord.
"I am sorry, the ones They're holding are not. However, you might like some of the prizes for the competions at the party as some are quite good but not as good as these. This is because each only work for the first hand to touch them. Thay means you have to be there to take them when they are complete. Hence why they are used by Automatrons. They can wait for days without sleep, food or water. However, Lord Peverell does take special requests for such weaponry, you'll just have to ask him once the party starts."
The Death eaters looked excited at the chance of a new weapon to use, especially one of such rarity, Schultz turned towards the minister of France. "My lord has an announcement for you when they party starts. However, please line up the doors will open soon."
"What doors, we are in a field. What happened to the castle that was here?" Ronald Weasley asks.
"Why those doors of course." Schultz states pointing behind them.
As the order looks they notice the castle is where it was in the memory.
"That was not there a second ago." States Tonks to Minerva.
"Cool trick." states Sirius Black as she stared at the castle before her.
"Those are powerful Wards, Even Gringotts could not do that." States Flitwick.
"Wait, what did you mean prizes?" Asks James Potter his son Michael nodding.
Schultz smirked and states, "The prizes for the party of course. Hell the gift bags for attending are full of useful things as well."
"Gifts for attending someone else party that is weird." States Remus.
"It is a Muggle Custom to give little bags at parties and birthdays if it is possible. Most are small trinkets for litle Kids but some are vaulable. I remember the Muggle acting awards ceromony in America can sometimes have gift bags worth the equivalent on a thousand galleons." Lily Potter states.
"Muggles" sneered Bellatrix.
"Silence. Bellatrix." States Lord Voldemort looking around.
His glances made them look and they realize that many more people had arrived. Dumbledore and the politictions recognized many of them as powerful fiqures in foreign countries. Many Enemies of each other.
The Marauders Shuddered as they all caught a glimpse of a Violet Sampaguita symbol on several filipino men's robes, with wearers of said robes glaring at another group of Filipinos without the symbol. They were all on vacation in the Philippines when they'd encountered the Violet Sampaguita during a attack at Baler, Aurora. They'd fought alongside the Filipino aurors to defend the Municipality from the anarchists, but the group was too well coordinated and trained with staffs and wandless magic, the resulting battle ended in a defeat for the aurors and the takeover of the Municipality, Michaels brother, Harry, was killed during the retreat. The war had been raging on for years, by now the Violet Sampaguita had control over the majority of the isles, but the Ministry was stubborn and still controlled the Southern portion and was still recognized as the official government by most of the world.
if the Peverell lord had managed to get those two sides to seize fighting, atleast temporarily, it really was a mark of his reach.
Just then the doors began to open and a voice announced, "Please organize yourselves into a line in front of the door. Single file. You will register your names and deposit your girst. They will be checked any that are dangerous or cursed will be evaulated. If it is determined the intent was to harm the offending party and those with then will be made to leave. You will then proceed forward and present your name tag to prove registration and be given a gift bag and may enter the party propper. You will have until 20 minutes after the last guest are proccessed to look around. In the bag is a list of competitons that will be held as well as a list of prizes. Feel free to enter any you want but no one can enter more then four at a time. Food is available and the Birthday girl will be sat at the throne in the front 30 minutes after registration is complete. Please Follow all insstructions. Fighting is not allowed and will result in consequences. Have fun."
"You should get in line." Schultz states to the shocked Brits. They go to do so.
"This will be fun." smirks Schultz before heading of to do his job.