Union Jack: Shield Hero
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Prologue
August 26, 1994
Undisclosed Location
There were cries and screams of pain. The night skies were alight with fire as the tents and outer grounds of the Colosseum were aflame. People were running in a frenzy as from among the innocent men, women, and children desperately trying to escape the approaching danger, an unknown number of dark robed individuals with odd silver masks walked amongst them.
From their hands, wands waved in the air as dark spells and fire flew from their tips. Some they levitated in the air, their victims screaming as their attackers lashed out with illegal curses designed to torture and break the mind.
Not far away, a pair of booted foot steps was quickly making its way, running with a purpose. The person running wore a dark blue suit ranging from Military styled Cargo pants held in place by a black skate belt. The long sleeved jersey dark blue in color with the British Union Jack adorning the entirety of the front. Around both arms and shoulders was a set of dark brown leather straps that ran from the front to the back as a magnetic clasp in the shape of a star, held the straps together. It was intended for more than just looks as there were barely noticeable shapes showing the clasps themselves.
The runner sporting a pair of leather, brown fingerless gloves, while in his right hand was a circular, disc like shield. Approximately 25 inches in diameter with a 9.5 inch center, the outer layer was blue, with the secondary layer being white, The final layer was red with the Union Jack at its center.
The wielder was wearing an unusual combat based helmet that covered the upper half of his head and face, leaving the nose and mouth free while being strapped to the chin of its wearer. Like the suit, it was dark blue with a pair of silver wings on either side of the helmet. It was designed to obscure the identity of its bearer with other features as well.
As he got nearer to the crowd of attackers holding a family within the air, both dangling them and tossing them about, pain clearly felt as the expression on their faces clearly evident. The shield barer recognized them as the muggle family he had met the day before as the Roberts Family. One of the members was a Slytherin. 'Nerida' if he remembered correctly.
She and her four relatives would not survive unless he acted. 'Today was a good day to send a message!' he thought to himself as his pace quickened. With a single hop and a jump, he threw himself forward and into the air, pulling his arms back to the left and then bringing it back forward with a powerful swing of his right hand, released the shield from his grasp.
It flew from his hand, its aim striking the masked men in each of their heads as the shield struck one, ricocheting with a loud 'PING', and struck the other two attackers in seconds. All three fell as if their strings were cut, wands falling from each of their hands before their bodies hit the ground.
He landed, rolling to a crouched position as he held his left hand out, the shield flying back to the hand of its master. Shield now in hand he stood, slipping his right hand through the shields double harness, bypassing the first grip and grasping the second tightly as he stood tall.
Noticing one of the masked men trying to get up as his mask was clearly cracked as he struggled to his feet, the shield bearer quickly stepped to and with a backhanded swing, smacked the man unconscious with the front of the defensive weapon. He heard a moan and noticed one of the others begin to stir, trying to turn over, but a powerful strike from the shields tip, sent him too to La La land.
Not seeing the last masked attacker even stirring, but not risking a chance he could be wrong, he pulled back a leg and kicked the unknown individual in his concealed face, the head turning with the blow.
'Okay yeah, he's definitely not getting up. But he's sure going to feel it in the morning!' he thought to himself due to the fact that his boots were steel toed.
Turning back to the now down family, having been released from the combined 'Levitation and Cruciatus Curses' that they had been subjected too, he quickly approached them and visually inspected them. Taking a knee, he placed a hand upon the left shoulder of the Patriarch. The trembling of the head of the Roberts Family was a clear sign that he was in extreme pain. Looking to the others, he could also see that they too felt the aftereffects of the 'Torture Curse'.
"Mr. Roberts, are you alright?"
Despite the severe trembling, the man was able to stutter out a reply, "I-I...I'm n-n-nno-not..to...to su-sure! I-It hur-hurts."
"I'm sorry. I can't begin to understand how bad you must be feeling. But I have to know, can you stand?"
"I-I d-don't...kn-know."
"I need you to try. Shake off what you can and try and get your family to safety."
"Wh-What abou-about...y-you?"
"Don't worry about me." said the man with the shield as he then grabbed the man by an arm and aided him to stand. "Just get somewhere safe. Have your daughter Nerida summon an Auror when you and your family are in the clear. If you can, make sure that you get one of them to also have a Healer among them."
The man nodded. Struggling to look at the masked shield barer, he asked, "Wha-What...a-abo-about..."
Stopping the man before he could finish his question, "Don't worry about me." he answered. Pointing in a direction away from a now approaching group of wand waving, mask wearing attackers, baring similar if not the same robes and masks as the first group he just put down, "Just go."
Not needing to be told twice, the man struggled to move, but move he did as he ushered his family away from the grounds in the opposite direction from where the new group of Wizards were approaching.
With a glare towards the approaching group, their wands now lowered as they took in the sight of the would be 'Hero', the shield barer gripped the second strap on the back of his shield, his free hand tightening the strap over his wrist in anticipation. He steadily breathed in and out, mentally preparing himself for the battle about to commence, a look of disgust in his eyes. With a tentative step towards the approaching group of maybe a dozen or more masked terrorists or 'Death Eaters' as he knew them to be, he observed as they all looked to one another, their body language revealing that they weren't sure of what to think at first until he made that decision for them by reacting before they did.
Another foot forward and then another, and then he was running, bringing the shield to bare before him as the group of Magical Terrorists now noticed he wasn't stopping and began raising and training their wands in his direction, raining curse after curse at him.
The shield in his hand was struck relentlessly, and yet did not yield, nor was it damaged as it absorbed each bolt of magic that struck. If the men that fired upon him wore a look of shock, the masks upon their faces didn't show it. If they only knew about the many charms and linked ruins layered into the shields design. Of course, he wouldn't tell them that, nor would he give them a chance to find out as he wasn't deterred from his objective.
Some of them mentally cursed as he wasn't slowing down, only it seemed he was actually picking up speed. Somehow or another, the shield was taking the brunt of their spells, and yet it didn't deter him nor stop him.
Realizing the curses striking the shield didn't slow him down as he kept moving, he internally smiled at himself and thanked a certain red haired, green eyed woman resting in the Heavens above for the shield in his hand and the many charms and ruins she had layered into its creation. As he quickly got closer, he heard a voice from one of the Death Eaters cry out, "Keep firing. Kill this fool."
'Too late.' he thought to himself as the moment he got in close proximity, he brought his shield down on the closest wand arm of the first Death Eater before him. Driving the shield on the guys forearm, he used the momentum it caused to spin his entire body up and over the mans body.
This caused his opponent to stumble a step or two as before he could discern what exactly happened, he noticed one of his comrades on his left fall face first to the ground as a loud 'PING' sounded His eyes didn't catch the flying disc as it flew back to the hand of its master.
But he did catch as a booted foot spun to meet the his jaw, the mask breaking in two. Blood trailed from his mouth as darkness enveloped his vision and he knew no more.
The costumed fighter didn't stop moving as he smacked another with an upward strike from the front side of the shield. As the Death Eater fell, he met the magical attack of another as he used the shield to intercept the curse. Getting in close before the Death Eater could blink, struck down the mans wand arm with his shield, followed up with an underhanded punch to the stomach with a powerful effect due to his enhanced strength, only to receive a shot from the shield again, this time under the chin. This caused the the masked assailant to fly back, spinning in midair only to land on the ground face first.
Another 'Eater' tried to get in close behind him with the first syllable of a 'Killing Curse' on his lips when the unknown 'Hero' quickly turned upon hearing the voice begin to sound. The wand arms wrist was grasped and yanked upward.
Twisting the wrist in his grip, he then pressed the closed hand and wrist in a painful position. The masked assailant fell to a knee as his wrist was hurt painfully, only for a second later meet a knee met his lower jaw. Teeth and blood fell from beneath the mask as he collapsed backwards.
"YOU BASTARD!" another yelled. Raising his wand, he fired off a "BOMBARDA!"
Turning to meet the curse head on, the unknown fighter merely raised the shield, the spell hitting and being absorbed into the shield. With a flick of his wrist, the spinning discus flew in an arc-like manner, striking the individual who would curse him, right between the eyes, the shield deflecting upwards, only to change direction and fly back to its master.
Several more curses, some more powerful than the last hit the shield a second later as the shield was secured in his grip, and again the dark energy of the spells was absorbed. The man behind the shield casually walked towards the now clearly nervous Dark Wizard, his wand hand now shaking and making releasing his magic rather difficult as he couldn't concentrate now that his comrades were unconscious before and around him.
He noticed as some were missing and most likely cut their losses and 'apparated' out. The unknown man with the apparent Union Jack inspired shield stopped before him. 'He couldn't be anymore older than a 6th or 7th year Hogwarts student.' he thought to himself. 'Just who is he and how is his shield able to that?'
Lowering the object to his side, the individual who knocked out and defeated his colleagues took a breath as he too looked around before looking back into the masked face, peering through to and looking him in the eyes. Yes, the man before him terrified him as his skills were unlike anything he had seen before. And his strength when he sent some of his comrades several feet into the air and even plowed one or two several inches into the grounds beneath them, it was unconscionable. For someone to possess that level of power, was unheard of.
With a sigh the man spoke, "Doesn't look like it was a nice night out for a walk now does it?"
Gregory Goyle Sr. could only nod dumbly with somewhat of a shrug of uncertainty, not even sure it was if he could agree or not. The person before him sounded older than he looked, somehow his voice most likely magically altered in order to sound years older than he should be.
"Here, why don't you lower that thing before you hurt someone." The man placed a free gloved hand with the finger tips missing from the glove, upon his own wand hand, lowering it. Then grabbing the shield in the same hand and pulling it from his grip and arm, he presented it to him, front side first.
"Here, could you hold this for me for a sec?"
"Su-Sure" Goyle Sr. replied despite the mask muffling his voice a bit. He accepted and grasped the shield in both hands despite gripping his wand with his left index finger and using the rest of his hand to hold the thing. Raising the shield to look at its intricate design in awe.
"Thank you." said the man jovially as quicker than a Vipers strike, lashed out with a powerful enough of a punch that the shield smashed through the mask of the Death Eater, shattering it. The shield of course also smashed the mans face, shattering his nose and breaking several teeth in the process.
Before the man could crumble to the ground, the shield was taken aback and once more fitted to its masters arm.
Looking down, he noticed that the Death Eater, despite the broken and bloody face, looked somewhat like a Slytherin he knew. With a dismissive shake of his head, he turned and began looking for any stragglers or innocent people in need of aid when he heard an unfamiliar voice shout out "MORSMORDRE"
Whipping his head in the direction of the voice, he caught sight of a man in a leather trench coat with a wet sheen of sweat upon his face and messy hair. He couldn't make out any more details as he was too far away and smoke everywhere was obscuring any further details. It didn't help that the man was standing sideways slightly to the side like as well, his wand hand pointing upwards
Looking up into the sky, Harry Potter could only gape in shock as he for the first time, gazed upon a sight that sent a slight shiver down his spine.
There in the sky above, shining like the Aurora Borealis, only it wasn't. Instead, it was a glowing, wispy image of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth. Jaw clenched fiercely, he could only feel dark emotions for what the symbol of Voldemort meant.
Dark times were ahead and he would have to be ready. Looking back and towards the caster of the spell that conjured the Dark Mark into the night sky, despite the still rising smoke from the grounds and burned out tents, he could barely make out the sinister mans smile as he held his wand aloft and to the side as if prepared to use it.
With a glare at the new unknown, he prepared to move towards him when he felt a shift in the air as if some wards fell into the place, cutting off any attempt at escape via port-key, and he sure as hell couldn't 'apparate' just yet.
Eyes going wide at this notion and realizing he was about to have company, he dropped to the ground.
"STUPEFY!" several voices cried out simultaneously as they appeared with a loud 'CRACK'.
"Damnit." he growled as spells and curses of various colors flew over him. His shield hand covering his head until the spells stopped flying and he felt several feet close in on and around him.
The unknown caster took this moment to flee as he wasn't wanting to be caught.
"Up." he heard a voice demand. Not seeing any other choice, he acquiesced to the command. "Slowly."
Nodding his head despite it facing the ground, he slowly rose to his knees, arms up and out to the side showing he was willingly doing as ordered, he then with a knee to the ground, rose.
Once he was standing, he looked at a face that vaguely looked a lot like a deceased Adolf Hitler. Similar face with the same mustache to boot. He even had a similar height and built and could easily pass as a close relation to the power mad dictator.
"Who are you?" the Hitler impersonator demanded to know, a wand now in his face, with several others also pointed at him from various individuals wearing robes and suits of different make and quality, from what could somewhat pass off as an attempt at Muggle clothing, to full on Wizarding regalia.
Not giving out his name that quickly, he instead gave off a different name as to throw off the man who now held his wand under his helmets chin strap, "You can call me, Union Jack."
"There is no such person by that name." the man replied.
"There is now." Union Jack shot back as he placed his shield behind him, the magnet keeping it in place on his back.
"Wait. That suit, the shield. Could it be?" a female voice then said as she came into visual. "Barty, move." she demanded.
The woman who ordered 'Barty' about, was a woman wearing a dark gray suit and blouse with a monocle in her right eye. Her hair was done up in a close crop, but greying. She held an air of Authority about her.
"I said move, Mr. Crouch." she said again.
"Amelia I-"
"It's Director Bones to you, 'Barty', she growled indignantly at the lack of decorum and respect of her station, "and if I have to say it again, I'll see you in a Ministry holding cell for impeding DMLE affairs."
Properly cowed, the man lowered his wand and bowed his head with a bare nod as he took several steps back.
Stepping to within a foot or two of him, he looked the woman in the eyes, this Amelia.
"How did you get that suit and shield?" she demanded to know.
Not sure if he could trust her or not, he decided to extend a bit of faith with his answer as he replied, "My mother made them for me."
Her eyes widened as for a moment, the blueness of his eyes shimmered to reveal eyes as green as the killing curse before returning to eyes the color of the ocean itself.
Amelia Bones POV
She had just gotten her niece Susan home when quick as she could after securing the young girl in her charge, returned to the scene of the attack at the Colosseum in an attempt to quell the uprising of the attack upon the spectators of the Quidditch Finals.
Having fired off her own spell once the grounds were layered with Anti-Apparition and Anti-Port-Key Wards, she watched as what could only be construed as a young, physically well endowed man with the build to shame most if not all Wizards in Britain was lying face down on the ground with a familiar disc shaped shield baring the British Symbol, the Union Jack at its center.
'It can't be?' she thought to herself, "Wait. That suit, the shield. Could it be?" she said aloud. Stepping forward to get a better look as the man was ordered by Bartemius Crouch to slowly stand. Once he was fully on his feet and the shield being placed on his back, she knew. She was very familiar with the suit and shield, having seen the designs for them many years ago. Designs thought up and created by her late friend, Lily Potter.
"Barty, move." she had demanded.
He had looked back at her as if she was crazy, his wand not leaving from where its tip was placed. "I said move, Mr. Crouch."
"Amelia I-"
She interrupted him before he could begin a tirade about the man before them, "It's Director Bones to you 'Barty'" she growled with a tint of anger and annoyance at the man as he had forgotten he was no longer in charge, "and if I have to say it again, I'll see you in a Ministry holding cell for impeding DMLE affairs."
For a moment or two, it seemed as if he was going to argue, but seeing that not even the Aurors would back his play nor accept his attempt at being in charge, despite having lost that position because of his son, the man lowered his wand hand and even bowed his head in compliance. Moving away, the woman then turned to the dark suited individual with the familiar suit and shield baring the British emblem, "How did you get that suit and shield?"
The man took a moment to...size her up so to speak. She'd seen that look many a time. A look that wondered if she could be trusted or not. "My mother made them for me." he said as he used a touch of magic in his eyes, a trick he learned from his mothers books, revealing the jade green he heard many a time that he had in common with his mother Lily, despite having the Potter hair and facial features that he inherited from both of his parents.
When his eyes changed, she knew. 'Well I'll be.' she thought. 'She did it, she really did it.'
3rd Person POV
"You called yourself,...Union Jack was it?"
"Yes mam." he replied.
"And might I ask, what were you doing here, Jack?" she queried as she began walking around him and seeing, noticing that he was at least 5'3, or about 160 centimeters tall, incredibly tall for a male his age. From what she saw of the front, his build was strong, stronger than it should be.
"Aiding the civilians and taking out the trash mam." he said with a hint of respect in his tone, a quality of trust she appreciated as she completed the circle and once more stood before him.
"Admirable, but could be construed as Vigilantism."
"My apologies. But when I see people in trouble, I can't turn a blind eye."
'Oh Lily, if only you could be here with this boy, no this man before me. Your son has become something you'd be proud of.' "Speaking of trash..."
"Director," a deep baritone of a voice called out, "we have something here."
She and the others turned towards the source of the voice and seen several bodies in dark cloaks, lying upon the ground, still breathing albeit unconscious. Some with their silver skull-like masks broken and or shattered.
She made to turn back to the young man she knew was Harry Potter, or Union Jack as he preferred to be called, only to do a double take, her head whipping for a second, thankfully not causing a whiplash in her neck as he seemed to have vanished into thin air the moment she and everyone else turned away due to being distracted by the voice of one of her Aurors, Kingsley Shacklebolt.
'How did he do that?' she wondered as she quickly spun around to visually search for him, "Damn it," she growled when she could find no trace of him. He couldn't have apparated, he was too young and no doubt had yet to take his 'Apparition License Test.' and with the wards surrounding the encampment preventing Apparition and Port-Keys, he'd most likely be on foot with a Disillusionment charm on his person. 'Sneaky bugger.' she smirked at this line of thought.
"Should we search for him?" another Auror asked.
"Sigh, what's the use. He's most likely beyond the Wards by now. No, we won't pursue. I have a feeling we'll run into him again, sooner or later." she replied. Turning towards Shacklebolt, she asked, "What do we have, Kingsley?"
"Not what Madam Director, but whom." he said as she walked to and made to stand beside him, looking down, "Lord Gregory Goyle Sr., among others." he gazed down upon a face with a greying mustache and goatee with a bashed in nose, blood both caked and some still fresh all over his face, pieces of a silver mask strewn about around his head. A piece or two on his face as well.
"Looks like it's going to be a long night." she said as she looked and noticed others strewn about, some with intact masks, others not so much. "Gather them up, I want so much Veritaserum down their gullets, it'll be running through their ears. I want answers, and I want them yesterday." Of course, neither she nor anyone missed the Dark Mark in the sky,but she did hope that wherever her old friends son was, that he'd be ready for the war to come. Like some, she doubted that the Dark Lord was truly gone. The manwas barely human last she saw of him.
No, whatever he did to himself, whatever rituals he used on himself, she doubted that anyone had seen the last of him.
"Yes mam." Kingsley and other replied in unison.
Meanwhile, having since disappeared from the grounds after he noticed Arthur among the group of Wizards and Witches. Another person he noticed was an Auror Trainee, Nymphadora 'Don't Call me Nymphadora' Tonks.
Once he was sure he was past the warded boundary lines preventing Port-Keys and Apparition, he pulled out a coin from one of the pouches around his waste, pouches that were latched onto his belt, he then said, "Rockin' the Cradle."
With a feeling of a hook pulling his navel, he was whisked away until he landed with a knee to solid wood. He was home. As he made to rise from a crouched position, the door to the room in which he was in opened as a man with long, formerly scruffy black hair, with a hint of peppery greyness to it, walked in. He stood at 6'1, at just 159 pounds or 72 Kg.
He was wearing a dark vest and grey button-up shirt under a striped jacket and black pants. In his left vest pocket, extended via a gold chair connected to the right pocket, was an antique pocket watch.
"Well pup, how did it go?" Sirius Black asked as he leaned casually against the door frame, arms folded.
Lowering his head as his right hand undid the strap keeping the helmet in place, then with both hands removed the helmet.
A sliver of sweat ran over his left eye. A handkerchief was handed over, which he graciously accepted, using it to wipe his face, "Well, he began with a 'sigh' escaping his lips, "nobody died, but the Death Eaters sure knew they were in a fight, you could be damn sure. Now they know who they're facing. Not Harry Potter, But Union Jack."
"Well Mr. Jack, as it stands," he said with a hand on his Godsons shoulder, a hint of pride on his face as he looked at the young man before him, leaning in he took a whiff and quickly shook his head as he made to pull back, "you stink,"
Running a still gloved hand through his sweat soaked hair he chuckled, "Yeah, I do don't I?" Removing the gloves and then the shield from his back, the top layer of his suit following shortly thereafter, showing a skin tight dark blue skin tight undershirt soaked in his sweat as well, "Gonna have to do something about the sweat, maybe add some permanent cooling charms to the suit."
"Sure enough." Sirius agreed.
Going to a dresser near the doorway, he pulled out some clothes in which to change into as well as some under clothes, "Excuse me a moment, Padfoot." he said as he entered the adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind him.
His look of pride never wavered as he took in the suit Lily had made for the boy, "Dobby," he called out.
"Yes sir, Mr. Padfoot sir."
"Hello Dobby, Harry's returned from a very important mission. I need you to grab his uniform and other dirty clothes both here and there that is not on the floor," he said pointing towards the bathroom "and take great care in cleaning them. Think you can do that for Harry."
"Yes, yes of course." the House elf sporting a clean white shirt and tan shorts with only one sock on his left foot, began jumping up and down, his large spiked ears flapping per every jump, "Anything for great Master Harry."
With a snap of his fingers, the suits top half which Harry had thrown on his bed, disappeared. The uniform would return within the hour, clean and fresh, and on a mannequin within a hidden room inside Harrys room, a room that just so had been hidden behind his dresser drawer, behind a false wall. The shield would also be cleaned and polished and placed on a wall adjoining the mannequin.
Without needing to see the young man come out of the shower all wet and dripping, Sirius turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him. When his Godson was ready, he'd come down the stairs, a hot plate of food and tea awaiting him.
And done. Prologue is complete, working on Chapter One as I post this. I have to wait another week before I can get my books and DVD's so that I can continue my other work as my stuff is in storage and I am behind on one payment. So please, be patient.. I am thinking of making this a crossover with Buffy once I am complete with telling Harry's Union Jack story, so bare with me, please. Until then, leave positive reviews. I should also point out, this is not a Marvel story, merely inspired by Captain America, Captain Carter, and Union Jack of Marvel. But I reiterate, this is not a Marvel story. Until next time.