How the War turned Bloody
How the War turned Bloody
The International Confederation of Wizards was something close to the muggles' United Nations. It not only governed the magical areas of all of Europe and the surrounding lands, but it also governed other magical areas of other countries such as the Americas, Canada, Africa, the Orientals of Asia, China, Japan, and even in Australia. But when the British parliament was suddenly replaced with wizards that demanded the ICW supported the new Minister of Magic (of Great Britain), the unveiled terrorists were banished from the ICW.
Right now, the ICW has gathered once again to discuss the increasing problems Europe is suffering at the hands of the dark wizard terrorist. The ICW has been aware of the increasing corruption the British Ministry was mucking around in since the passing of former British Minister Bagnold, and has attempted time and again to change some of the rather harsh laws the Ministry has passed in regards to the citizens of magical society within their borders and to visitors. But the final straw that broke this camel's back was when the corruption reached a fold, allowing the terrorists who call themselves Death Eaters to swoop in and take control of this section of wizarding society.
"So what are we to do about this situation? Should this terrorist spill from his lands and attempt to invade ours, many non-magicals would fall before we're able to attempt a repelling," spoke the Japanese Magical President.
His Chinese counterpart also agreed with his Japanese brethren in regards to the dark wizard, although he mentioned the real name of Voldemort: Tom Marvolo Riddle.
The Chief Head of the African Magical Division spoke up.
"This dark wizard's black juju powers are too corrosive to ignore any further. Some of the magical animals in the hidden areas of Africa have been snatched by wizarding poachers, and the few Battlement Police sent to stop them all report they are branded with this wizard's dark symbol, a skull and snake. I only hope they're not used for dangerous jujus."
The Egyptian Minister stood.
"Currently, we have blocked all access that leads to Europe, as well as block traffic coming from the British territories; however only those that are in cahoots with the black wizard have attempted to breech hidden tombs in the Valley of the Kings. My soldiers of the Egyptian Military of Sorcery are patrolling the dunes of Egypt. Also, I have asked for help from the Medjai Tribe that have long guarded the secrets of the desert, and have also in the 1920s stopped the full resurrection of the High Priest Imhotep twice with the help of an American soldier and his family."
The Magical Prime Minister of Australia, the only woman in the ICW's Boarding Room aside the current Magical Lady Secretary of the United States Department of Magic, raised her hand. The successor to Albus Dumbledore, Supreme Mugwump Gorgerin Laughlin, acknowledged the woman.
"Sirs and Madams, while we in Australia have not received much trouble from the British dark wizards and witches, and the aforementioned Death Eater group, my offices in Australia have however been overflowed with immigration. Most of them are families of muggleborn children that have successfully escaped the British Isles. But after just the month, they have stopped."
"Which brings up my point," Lady Secretary Paulina Shepherd speaks up, "we have only a few muggle-born families that have fled Great Britain and came to America. However, the few contacts I had before the fall of the British Ministry of Magic had reported that the dark ones have a radical regime that discriminates against many magical citizens both human and creature. The wizards and witches that believe in the radical views of Tom Riddle are crushing down upon those they deemed scum, like me since I am in their eyes a muggleborn witch."
She looks around the room, looking at each Minister, or President, or Magical Emperor of his or her country.
"My old friend before he was discovered by the dark wizards last week, and killed, gave me a detailed report of what's been happening. A woman named Delorus Umbridge, who was once under the regime of former Minister Cornelius Fudge, created the Muggle-Born Registration Commission. All muggleborns and those they deemed Blood Traitors would be taken away if they couldn't prove their blood worth. His last report revealed those taken by the Muggle-Born Registration Commission were sent to Azkaban. He infiltrated Azkaban successfully under the disguise of a dark wizard; however before his capture and death, at the British magic prison, they were applying in similar ways the Nazi used during World War II on those they believed were unworthy of life and humanity."
This route of information had the room abuzz with heated discussions. Only the German Magical Minister remained more quiet, since his country had once participated in that bloody muggle war before withdrawing after Dark Lord Grindelwald's invasion of his ministry. Gorgerin used his wand and produced a cannon-like sound, silencing the Board Room.
"This is most troubling, indeed," the elderly Mugwump commented, closing his eyes and flaring his Occulmency barriers to drive away the nightmares he still has from his survival of the concentration camp where he was separated from his mother and father.
"If I may interject, Supreme Mugwump?" interrupted Monsieur Delacour, recently appointed French Minister of Magic, "Our contacts with the British Ministry have all been cut off. Any wizard and witch that have managed to escape before the uprising of the Dark Lord and the takeover of the Ministry of Magic, all reside in our country. We are actively taking arms to protect our borders, while a specially-trained group within my Ministry is helping to smuggle those the Dark Lord sees as his enemies."
He then picked his wand up and began to carve letters into the air, spelling VOLDEMORT.
"Two weeks ago, there was an attack on the Bones ancestral home. Amelia's granddaughter, Susan, was at a friend's during the time of the attack, and at the time I was meeting with her in regards to defending against the Dark Lord's forces. She is still residing with the French St. Ives Magical Hospital. The Dark Lord, spelled in the air, has been tabooed. If his name is ever mentioned, the person who uttered the name would be surrounded by whom we call Wizard Snatchers, and they are in liege with the Dark Lord. We discovered this fact when one of my Aurors never feared the man's name, and all of a sudden we were attacked by his Death Eaters, and a three-person team of werewolves."
"So, vhat vould you suggest ve do about the Dark Lord?" The German Minister questioned Monsieur.
"We can all agree that eventually, he'll begin to invade other countries, and destroy muggle lives everywhere, once he's terrorized all of Europe," Gorgerin said, "therefore, I suggest we create a Anti-Terrorist Task Force specialized with combat of both magical and muggle. Where these trained soldiers are not only trained with the use of magic, but are also capable of using muggle weaponry. For as long as I have known, Europe is still heavily against the use of many muggle inventions. A kick from the twentieth century would give the Dark Lord and his terrorist factions a swift kick in the ass."
The Lady Secretary stands from her seat. "Supreme Mugwump, sir, if I can respond: I have many Aurors within the DOM whom are always trained to respond against muggle-based threats by a wizard or a witch. Also, some of my Aurors of my DMLE are trained in muggle firearms due to America's involvement with the cold war's following World War II. One such soldier I know would be perfect as one of the leaders of this Anti-Terrorist Task Force when we invade the Ministry, if we agree that the wizards and witches to participate in the rebellion against the Dark Lord are knowledgeable in muggle weaponry. The last thing I am sure this Dark Lord would least suspect is wizards and witches that fight against his Death Eaters are proficient in muggle items."
Monsieur nods. "I agree. Everything I have ever heard about the dreaded Dark Lord was that he despises all things related to muggles. Using things he hates the most would no doubt anger him to great lengths. And most of the Purebloods that serve him willingly or those that agree with his dark ideology are ignorant of muggle knowledge and muggle technology."
"However," Magical Minister Jennifer Alastor, "we shouldn't just depend on warriors who can use firearms. We should also have teams of Healers, Curse Breakers, and wizards and witches greatly adept in magical defense and offense."
Gorgerin takes a stand from his chair. "Very well, then. Let us retire for now. We will convene within three days."
In three days, the ICW convened, and began discussion. Many agreed that while Dumbledore's old policies of forgiveness were right in some ways, in a time of war such things weren't a given towards those who would give in to terrorism. Lady Secretary Shepherd had explained that she has a strike force ready to invade the British Ministry of Magic during the meeting. And then the Japanese Magical Emperor had also announced he had several men and women from his Black Ops Division ready to help with the assassination of high-profile targets that were Voldemort's Inner Circle. France, Australia, and China were ready with their own tasks and missions, while Canada was going to join America in the Ministry Invasion. Germany was going to work with locating and liberating the dark forces' concentration camps for muggleborns and those who are against the Dark Lord. Everyone else was getting ready for when they finally take arms in liberating Europe's second-most important facility in British Wizardry.
If Dumbledore was alive, he'd have probably have fought against "the need of senseless slaughter".
War is never a pretty thing. After all, it changes you...
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Several American Aurors were ready with their weapons. Each wizard and witch was armed with Bayonet Knives where the blades have the lead and iron replaced with a mix of iron and silver. They were wearing the standard military garments of cargos, thick boots, and military vests and Kevlar underneath. The innermost layers of their uniforms were spell-woven with protections. They carried a model 22 Glock, and their main choice of weaponry were AK-47s, M-80s, and some carried a secondary semi-automatic. Most of their primary guns were outfitted with wand attachments along the barrels that are shielded by a rounded sheet held by small super magnets. Other secondary weapons some carried were grenades; some were carrying Med Bags with muggle and wizarding healing items. However, three within the strike force were clad in a modern-like form of ninja gear and outfits with army-styled gloves, knee, shoulders, elbow, and arm guards, with an armored Kevlar vest. These three ninja-like soldiers were instead armed with throwing knives that were crafted and mixed with silver, each carried small katanas, a tantō along the back of their belts, and carried a deployable windmill shuriken.
"Alright, is everybody ready?" Corporal Commander David Plano spoke up to the group, "deployable Magic Shields operational? Ammo bags packed?"
"Yes, we're all ready here, Commander."
David turns to the Head Captain assigned to the Ministry Invasion mission. He was a Japanese man, Daisuke Abotto. He's the youngest in the group, but also one of the few intelligent-born children from his military-raised family.
"My men and women are ready, David," Daisuke responded to the unspoken question, "My team also have three Shinobi-Ops wizards for incase we come across any high-profile targets in the mission, and especially for that evil woman practicing Nazi punishments on muggleborns."
David nods, packing his gun into his side belt.
"With Gringotts working to help us liberate Europe form the dark wizards, they have comprised their own Portkey that would shatter through the wards of the Ministry of Magic. Once we arrive, anything that attempts to kill us is to be shot on sight. Use magic is the enemy uses solid shields to deflect gunfire. Any muggleborns found are to be liberated and brought to a place we'll use as a safe zone. Use Patronases and the Pineapple Grenades to fight back against Dementors if we encounter any."
"Yes, sir!" shout the men and women from Canada and America.
"Also," Daisuke spoke up, "the main priority of this strike is to eliminate the targets we have briefed upon: Albert Runcorn, Delorus Umbridge, Peter Yaxley, and the current Minister, Pius Thicknesse. Delorus Umbridge is our high-profile target for assassination due to her Nazi-like prejudice against the muggleborns, half-bloods, and any sentient creatures against the Dark Lord's forces, as well as the price of Yaxley's head as a supporter of the dark wizard. Runcorn and Thicknesse unless they become hostile are to be captured as POWs."
"Hai, Fukutaichō (Yes, Lieutenant Captain)!" The Orients of the group shout in one voice.
Daisuke and David give one another a nod.
"Mission Begin!"
The keyword of the Portkey activated, and everybody within the large platformed ring lit up, surrounding them as it vanishes in a heavy crack. In a swirling blast of magic, they explode quite literally into the semi-empty hall room in front of the Ministry's fountain. Immediately, the shinobi-ops explode away from the group and race, as startled Death Eaters began to fire curses and hexes at the sprinting intruders. That is, before the front-line soldiers take arm and begin to fire bullets at them. The fight has begun.
Naturally, all muggleborns and few half-bloods being herded like flocks of sheep scattered because they knew the threat that guns provoked. But many of the muggleborn and few half-bloods were being rounded up by the soldiers as they kill through any Death Eaters, and even the Aurors that have defected to the Dark Lord's side. They did conserve ammo by using powerful spells when mere bullets wouldn't do the job, such as one soldier who used several near-black curses against some werewolves that retaliated.
With the muggleborn, they were brought to safety into a large trunk with the space of the Sidney Opera House. "Sir! We're reaching the deeper areas of the ministry. We're spreading out. Be advised; some of the Aurors we've found thus far show signs of being Imperiused," came a message on the radio, making David swore, as a werewolf knocked him back.
But before it could tear at his throat, he pulled his silver knife and stuck it right into the large man's chest, impaling the werewolf's heart. The half-transformed wizard howled before the poison of the silver tore the life from its body. A bullet through his skull added comforted measure to killing the wolf as he retrieves the weapon and kicked the wolf off him.
Meanwhile, one of the ninja of the group had been dodging black-your-soul curses, and even two of the three Unforgivables. However, Umbridge wasn't a fast-enough Spellcaster, and one shuriken sliced her wand in half, horrifying the ugly-as-sin woman. The pink-clad toad woman screamed and tried to run when her Portkey didn't work, calling the ninja a filthy mudblood bastard, before he crashed not her back, planting her to the floor. The muggleborn in the room watched as the armored ninja took his tantō, and stabs the blade right into her head, its bloodied blade piercing through her face and impacting the marble floor. Then for good measure, he reached around the folds of her neck and sliced cleanly through, and deepening the cut once more.
"Daisuke! David! This is shinobi-ops 1: I located target Umbridge and ended her life. But we have injured here. I need medics in Courtroom 23!"
In the main lobby still, David grabs the CB Radio hanging off his belt and begins to relay orders.
"Medical Delta, head to Court Room 23 on the double! U.S. MDF3 (Magical Defense Force), give suppressive cover fire; save your weapons ammo, wands only for now!"
"Roger, sir! We're heading out to aid assistance!"
David ducked when a sickly green curse nearly struck him, but had missed by a meter. He swiftly threw his knife, and the weapon sunk into a man's thigh, making the masked Death Eater fall. Several bullets that tore through his head from the side killed him, as four Japanese and two Chinese soldiers rushed in. With them was Medical Alpha.
"Sir! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Pvt. Stanley! What's the situation now?"
"Confirmed thirty-four dead; twenty-four wore the Death Eater disguised masks. The rest were civilian magicals, but were marked with the dark wizard's insignia. Only seven were under the Imperious Curse and taken as POWs for now."
"We need help here! One of the prison wards in the Ministry has a troll in line with the enemy, and it was released by Yaxley! He's attempting to escape! We need help down here in the Ministry Prison Wards in the west sector!" Daisuke's voice filters through the radio.
"Shinobi-ops 2 and 3 are rerouting to track Yaxley!"
"Let's go! We need to help Daisuke! Stanley, for now, take control with the rescued civilians in the trunk!"
"Commander, I'll stay and help Stanley," said the lone female of the group.
"Alright Chang, you stay here with Stanley. Teams 3 and 4 remain as well to defend safe zone. Everyone else, spread out, locate any more prisoners not shipped away yet and bring them to safety, kill any hostile wizards and witches! Move out! The ICW wants this ministry under OUR control, not in the hands of the enemy terrorists!"
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The crack of a lightning bolt sounded out, as the Knight Bus emerged. Stan Shunpike stepped out to do his customary greeting but he, and the bus driver, received a bullet through the skull. The headless animated head was struck by the Killing Curse.
"Sir, targets dead."
Another man walked up to the first. He rips the shirt off Shunpike, and there on his arm was Voldemort's Dark Mark.
"He'd be very knowledgeable of the random wizards and witches in Great Britain which this bus has picked up time and again."
"Well, let's get take this bus off to the warehouse in London," said the soldier that had executed the three enemy targets.
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Canadian Minister for Magic, Scott Whitebear, looks down at the dossiers sent through activated Portkeys. He and several others in the Board Room were reading mission reports sent by their respective heads assigned in the ATF (Anti-Terrorist Task Force). The British Ministry was liberated from enemy forces, and several men and women from other ministries or similar offices from other countries were taking hostile take-over of the Ministry.
"Well, good news and bad news. I know war would come with casualties," Scott said.
Suddenly another Portkey appeared, this time in front of the German Minister. He reads it quickly.
"I've gotten vord from my commander," Viktor Rostov said, "he and the groups assigned by the Head Chief, and from the group you assigned, Scott, are ready to assault Azkaban. Also, the SAS is ready to assault by air."
The Head Chief, who simply went by the name Shaman, nodded. "Very well, then. My highly-trained specialists in Defense Magicks and Nullifying Fields will suppress the enemy's ability of transporting messages to their dark one."
Gorgerin glances at Viktor. "If you can, relay my message: they have the Green Light."
"Of course, Supreme Mugvump," Viktor replies, relaying the message and sending it back with the return portkey.
"With Squad M from the Special Air Services the muggle Prime Minister of England activated, the strike force to liberate Azkaban won't take long."
"But it's still a defensive tower. Even by ground, our comrades will have trouble," spoke Paulina.
But they all agreed that Azkaban when created by the British magicals was nothing more in the eyes of the rest of the magical world a glorified concentration camp, which needed to be destroyed. Who knows how many victims the British Ministry had locked up on false charges and "forget to trial them"?
In the sea, away from land, the men in various boats washed ashore and with stealth moved forth. From air, specially-designed jet crafts of Squadron M were ready for target.
"This is M01, we see the target in the distance," is said on radio.
"M02, I have the target in my sights as well."
"M03 here, ditto."
"M04, I see the target in the distance."
"This is M05; I'm coming up in the rear."
"M01. Remember, once the ground forces have liberated the prisoners from that glorified concentration camp, we destroy that damn prison."
One of the German commanders moved forward in the high marshes from the west side of the island, before he held his hand up to halt the group behind him. Up ahead they saw fires, and various Death Eaters. A magically-constructed hanging post was erected, and they were cheering as they watched what they counted were twenty victims hung by rope. Only seven were still struggling valiantly, as the others were more likely dead.
One British commando scowled. "Damn bastards," he whispered harshly.
The German Commander hushed him quietly, before he started splitting his forces to flank the sides. They moved quickly, before halting and waiting in the darkness for the signal.
Soon, they heard the sounding tale of the British jet fighters flying in, their engines quieting the Death Eaters. Soon, an explosion is heard as one of the jets fired a flare, lighting the air with a red-orange glow. Screaming the wizards and witches moved from the darkness, targeting the Death Eaters as they open fire with their weapons while partners used their wand to deflect quick return spells the Death Eaters launched.
From all four sides of the island, defenses were being beaten back, and the front doors were soon blown off their hinges by the Special Explosives Team sent by Squad M. Another commander, a British wizard who joined the British Royal Navy upon leaving Hogwarts after his NEWTs, led his team to invade the prison.
"Corporal Morgan, Dementors coming in!"
"Ready the Pineapple Grenades the Americans gave us," Morgan shouted, "wands prepare!"
The monks prepared their crafted battle staves and several wizards shoulder their weapons to hold their wands, while the rest were armed with PP13 Grenade Launchers. The chilling cold burst in the area as Dementors rushed in, followed by more Death Eaters, and unmasked enemies. The weapon holders launch the grenades, where they explode before the Dementors. The high captured solar energy within the exploding balls of light harmed them, making the cloaked fiends scream in pain. The war monks' jump forward, and slamming their staves towards the stone floor, shoots waves of flame to wash over. Following the fire were several Patronuses bashing back the Dementors to the fire-lit grounds. The undead monsters burned.
"Find all hostages and get them out of the prison! Take out any enemies, and remember to use silver against any werewolves you encounter!"
The Asian monks retreat back allowing the African tribal warriors to craft their powerful magicks to erect a suppressive magic-nullifying field on the floor. With strong magicks unable to be casted, the enemy had a hard time fighting back against wizards and witches who used other means.
The magically-protected radio flared to life on Markus. "Corporal! The goblin back-up has arrived!"
"Good, now we have better power against the enemy," he responded, "outside?"
"Outside forces finally liberated with help from the goblins. A team is rushing to help you with assistance."
"Good work, private. Commander Baryshnikov, can you hear me?"
"I hear ya loud and clear, Corporal. Ve vere only able to rescue four muggleborn. The rest ve vere too late to save from being hanged. They're being medically treated on-site before ve transport them to the ships."
"Head Warmonger, I need your team to help the Chinese monks in transporting the injured away from the battle zones, if you could."
The man nodded. "We will not leave a soul behind to be tortured by the dark ones."
Even under the cover of gunfire, the man turned away, following other soldiers to infiltrate further into the prison's various floors. A man to his left dove before him, saving him as he took an AK to the back. The British Corporal grabs his fallen partner's SA80 and snipers an incoming Death Eater that emerged from the shadows, as his group continued to move further.
And falling behind were goblins with one grabbing the fallen squib and bringing him back outside to the many ships that are ashore. The goblins were ready to take it against the bastards that always disrespected them. After all, Ragnarok had said any wizard or witch that followed the Dark Wanker deserves to be slain by their weapons.
The reason they joined in the human war against the Dark Lord was after the war, a full reforming change of magical England will finally see to it that their British goblin clans will finally be able to join their other clans spread in the world in the ranks of being respected instead of ridiculed and racially tormented.
This was something they have always wished to obtain for a long time...
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It had been two hours after the assault on Azkaban, and its innate destruction, but Hogwarts was now under ICW control after its half-hour battle against the Dark Lord's forces that once had control of the school facility. All dark wizards and witches were rounded up, and then to the shock of the students, executed. David was the last person to put a bullet through the head of Severus Snape, before he pockets his gun. The wands of the dark wizards and witches had been take, and then snapped into pieces before dropped into a bang one soldier carried. Unbeknownst to the military presence in the school, they had destroyed the Master Wand, thus eliminating anybody from ever obtaining mastery of death.
"How many accounted for?"
"We're missing a few students from the registry I managed to obtain from the office of the school headmaster. One of them is the ICW's target, Harold James Potter, whom is with his friends at the ICW at the moment."
"Hmm..."
"You freak muggles won't get away with this! Our master will kill you all!"
David turned around to see the bound seventh year Slytherin student. Then, he took out his wand, and casted the Cruciatus Curse on the young man, making him scream in pain as David's impassive face stares at the man. He releases the curse after the thirty second mark.
"This is war you little shit, and it looks like you've already sided with the terrorists the International Confederation of Wizards marked your Dark Lord," the American muggleborn soldier says, "plus, we're all wizards... though half of us are muggleborn and half-blood. My partner Daisuke, as well as several other wizards and witches from all over the world are pureblood, but it doesn't matter to us. It seems prejudicial views on blood is the only corruptive thing here in Europe... that's something that we aim to stop. If you cut out the cancerous growth, the rest can continue to heal and live."
He then punches the young man in the face, breaking his jaw, before roughly grabbing his arm, and tears away at his robes and his uniform. There on his dark skin was the symbol of the Dark Mark. The young man, Zabini, felt a cold metal press against the back of his head as his face was smashed into the table.
"As you are marked with the brand of the terrorist you English refer as You-Know-Who, you're not allowed to live."
He pulls the trigger, as the muggleborn students cry out in horror as Blaise Zabini's life was ended in brutal fashion.
"Men, women! If anyone fights back, knock them out! Search the children for the Dark Mark. If they bare it, end their lives! No prisoners."
Some of the Slytherins that heard this attempted to run, but as the magically-bounded chain kept them rooted to their chairs, they weren't able to escape. For the next hour, each student was thoroughly searched. Those who were a victim of the war were released and herded out of the Great Hall, however they would still hear the ringing gunshots as marked students that wore the Dark Mark were executed Mafia-style (gunshot from the back of the skull, faces pressed down into the table).
In the end, the entire House of Slytherin was killed except three female students (Daphne, her sister, and Tracey). There were marked deaths of twenty seven students in Ravenclaw, a mark of seventeen in Hufflepuff, and in Gryffindor marked twenty one. All killed were mainly purebloods, and only a few of them were half-bloods. As David killed the final Gryffindor fourth year who wore the Dark Mark on his arm (he struggled frantically right to the bitter end), another wizard came up to him, clad in the African tribal clothes that marked him as a warrior.
"David! It would seem the terrorist Tom Riddle has arrived. Looks like he knows we're taking a stand against him. All soldiers from all over the world convened to the school are readying themselves for an all-out battle. Miss Bones is also here, against Healer wishes, to partake in the battle. Also, it seems Albus Dumbledore's old allies are also here to lead assistance."
"We'll need all we can to stop Riddle," David said, as he was walking out of the Great Hall, leaving behind the dead terrorists in training where they were brutally executed by the Anti-Terrorist Task Force.
"Werewolves, to vampires, to rouge Centaurs, trolls, and even Dementors are under the flag of the terrorist. However, the Spaniards have arrived with magical-reinforced weaponry to handle against larger targets. Your countrymen brought rocket launchers to help against the trolls, as well."
"That forest nearby. Tell the Japanese to ready the SAMs with the rockets my countrymen and the Germans concocted. I want to burn that forest down to the ground. If the dark forces use the forest as cover, they'll be burned alive."
"I'll relay the orders, and have my Juju Defense Force readying shields to protect the snipers," the dark-skinned man said, and rushed off, his tribal jewelry he wore and decorating his war staff jingling loudly.
"Why?"
David stopped. There stood one of Dumbledore's most valued supporters in the first war with the Dark Lord, Minerva McGonagall. Despite being healed by the Medical Corp., she was still walking and disregarding her own health and safety.
"Madam, the ICW has decreed that anybody who supports the Dark Lord were to be taken out. If we are able to rescue anybody that was forced to work under that evil man would be rescued as POWs. However, the succeeding Supreme Mugwump of the ICW has informed the Anti-Terrorist Task Force to ultimately leave no terrorist alive. Those marked students back in your school's Great Hall actively supported the radical views of a terrorist who was a threat to the Wizarding World as a whole, and not just in Europe. For the good of the world, they had to be silenced so that their cancer would not spread."
"Sir! The terrorists are about to breach point zero!" came his second-in-command over his radio on his belt, "We need you here now with the other commanders of the ATF!"
"War isn't a pretty thing, and I would know that. I was part of the Cold War's America had against the falling Axis powers, and again when a man named Dr. Regal attempted to destroy America's wizarding society after the assassination of President Kennedy. If you're having second thoughts about this whole mess, then get to safety, now. Under wartimes, even if you were part of Dumbledore's group that fought against the Dark Lord in your first war with him, you're still a civilian, an injured one at that."
With that, he runs to join the men and women that were taking a stand against Voldemort. He survived the Cold War, he survived Dr. Regal's attempt of world domination, and now he was in another war against another terrorist on European soil.
He uses his wand to cast Sonorous on his throat, before he spoke loud and commanding.
"ATTENTION DARK LORD VOLDEMORT AKA TOM MARVOLLO RIDDLE, HERE YOU AND YOUR BAND OF TERRORISTS SHALL FALL. WE HAVE LIBERATED THE MINISTERY, DESTROYED AZKABAN, AND CAPTURED HOGWARTS. WE HAVE ALSO EXECUTED THE CHILDREN WHO BORE YOUR DARK SYMBOL."
David had a feeling that his announcement of killing their children who bore Voldemort's symbol angered their now childless parents greatly.
"THE ICW HAS DEGREED YOUR DEATH FOR THE BETTER OF THE PLANET'S SURVIVAL. YOUR CANCER SHALL BE KILLED, AND ALL WHO BARE YOUR BANNER AND RADICAL VIEWS SHALL ALSO DIE ON THESE FIELDS!"
Voldemort simply made the first move by launching forth his Dementor horde towards the school. The vampires followed, and so did the werewolves.
"Expecto Patronum!" cries the various wizards and witches capable of using the spells to combat the Dementors. Various animals of size, species, lit the dark cloudy skies with a silvery bright glow. The silvery animals smash, claw, bite, ram, impale, and rip through the flank of Dementors. Soon launched Pineapple Grenades produced the lights that burned at the undead creatures. Bullets rang out, their ammunition mixed with silver coatings to deal with the werewolves. They were dropping.
Casting the counter-spell on himself, David gave the signal, and the explosions of rockets fly from the castle. Seven rockets impact the forest, and screams of death reign in the air as the napalm intermixed with the Fiendfyre Curse burned through the darkness of the Forbidden Forest. The goblins that sided with the ICW against Voldemort's army raced the grounds ignoring gunfire hailing over them like steel rain, charging the frontal ranks of dark creatures. They scream their war cry's and wave their battle weapons as they do battle with vampires and werewolves, and all other nastiness. Brave wizards and witches followed their goblin comrades into the fight, as gunfire, and spells, soon rained from both sides of this battle.
War was a bloody thing. It changes you forever. With war, it also brings forth despair, chaos, and strife. For Voldemort, his siege of Wizarding Britain has forced the ICW to resort to drastic measures. For the first time in a long time, in the history of Wizarding Britain, and of Wizarding Europe, this date would mark one of the bloodiest battles ever fought. It's too bad Voldemort believed him immortal: somebody should have told him splitting your soul doesn't allow you to live forever. Nope, it only makes your life that much shorter. After five long hours of battle and death on both sides, a male squib (who was a retiree reenlisted from the British Royal Navy) armed with a L115A1 had placed the winning bullet through Voldemort's skull, ending his reign of evil.
Thus ending this bloody-turned Wizarding War...