My HP fic

[Agent Fisher]

Something to do with magic and fighting the dark arts(title is a work in progress)

Daily Prophet articles:

FUDGE GONE! BONES TO TAKE OVER.

In a suprise turn, Minister Fudge announced today his resignation as Minister of Magic. Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, has been named his successor. As her first act of Minister of Magic, Madam Bones has announced a major build up in Auror forces to combat He-who-must-not-be-named forces. Bones has also issued a pardon to Sirius Black, who it appears did not kill Peter Pettigrew. Black recently died at a fight in the Ministy of Magic. Kingsley Shacklebolt, who recently headed up the taskforce to catch Black, has been named as her replacement...

BONES ASKES AMERICA FOR HELP.

Minister Bones announced yesterday that she would be requesting that the U.S. Department of Magic send some of their Combat Wizards to help train new batches of Aurors in the fight against You-know-who. She said, "We need all the help we can get. This war is not going to be pretty or nice. And I am sorry to say our ways of training Aurors are just not up to scratch for this kind of fight. I have also just recieved word from the U.S. Department of Magic. They will be sending some of their CWs to help us in our struggle...

MAJOR ATTACK! AT LEAST 30 KILLED!

Terror struck home today in London. You-know-who launched a major attack that killed at least twenty muggles, six wizards and four witches at a theater building in London. Muggles have been informed that this was the work of terrorists. This marks the first large attack. Also today, at least four wizard families were attacked...

******

"Dragon-12, this is Dragon Lead. Target is moving north, headed your way. Units 6 and 9 will assist. Do not attempt to take out the Death Eater on your own. Over." Captain Mike Winters, of the 1st Magical Assault Detachment, United States Department of Magic, on loan to the British Ministy of Magic, spoke into his Auror comm set.

"Roger, I see him. Will wait for back up. Over." Said one of the Aurors in his squad.

Winters looked down the street of Diagon Alley and watched the young wizard that had set off his dark arts detector. The wizard was young, maybe twenty years old. This was the face of the new Death Eater. Childern. Most never having commited a crime before joining the ranks of the enemy. Most weren't even pure-blood, though all that stuff was bullshit anyway. Winters shifted his gaze to the three Aurors in disguise, move in on the subject. One of the three walked right up to him, put their wand to his side and stunned him. Before he even started to fall, all three Aurors moved in, grabbed him, and used a portkey and were gone. Some of the shoppers looked on, with looks of confusion, at were the three wizards and a witch had just been. Winters shook his head and Apparated away.

******

Auror Headquaters

Winters Disapparated in the War( jokingly called the Wizards Against Riddle) Room. He turned to his second in command, 2nd Lt. Justin McQuiddy.

"Well, how did it go, boss?"

"Well, we got the kid. They should be setting up to interrogate him right now."

"Good. When they have all the results I'll send you any info on plans that the Death Eaters are working up."

Winters walked into his office and shut the door. Taking off and hanging up his long black trench coat, he noticed a new peice of parchment on his desk. Sitting down he began to read.

TO: Cpt. Winters
FROM: 1st MAD HQ, Quatermaster Office
RE: Equipment request.

Your request for two MACVs (Magic Aerial Combat Vehicles) has been approved. You will be receiving two standard versions, with door weapons.

As he finished reading a small paper airplane flew into his office and landed on the table. Setting down the equipment letter, he picked it up.

TO: Cpt. Winters
FROM: US DoM INTEL OFFICE

Be advised. Intel comfirms that multiple former Warsaw Pact MoMs have joined the dark wizard known as Voldemort. Also note that multiple vampire covens have pledged their services to Voldemort. Take actions accordingly.

Winters shook his head, stood up and walked to one of the walls of his office. On it were pictures. He looked them over. There was one from his graduation from Woodcreek Wizarding School, another from his first day at the Combat Wizard Training Center with his class. One picture sent a jolt of sorrow through him. It was of his wedding day. His wife, Sarah, a fellow CW, had died three weeks later when her unit was ambushed while on a raid on a wizard terrorist cell. Winters' unit had personally hunt down and after torturing them into insanity, killed them. That had been two years ago. He continued his gazing at the pictures. There was one of his unit, all thirty of them. The front row was kneeling and everyone was showing off the tatoo that they had all gotten together. It was the unit's insignia. A hawk with its wings spread, with two wands crossed with a bayonet in the middle pointed up. He turned from the wall and looked around the room. On the wall behind his desk was his unit's crest. On a table across from the room was his trunk. The trunk had four compartments. The first contained his civilian clothes and robes. The second, his uniforms. The third housed all his gear. There was his kevlar/dragon hide vest. His extra wand and holster, the holster prevented the wand from being summend by an enemy. His primary wand and dagger, charmed so the wounds could not be healed by magic, were on holsters attached to his forearms. There was his glasses. These had been charmed that once you put them on, they would disappear. They had the same effect as the magical eyeball used by Auror Moody. They also could change a persons eye color. He also had on his person a stun batton, an Auror comm set that had a foe-glass on the wrist band, and his 9mm SigSaur P-226. Also in his trunk was his WWII vintage Thompson Submachine Gun. In the fourth compartment was his set off potions that he usally carried with him. There were healing potions, antidotes, posions, truth potions, and pain killers.

There was a knock on the door. "Enter." The door opened and in walked McQuiddy and Auror Tonks. Tonks spoke first.

"We just recieved word of a gathering of Death Eaters. There will be about twenty. Meeting starts at 1 AM."

"That gives us nine hours. McQuiddy, make sure our men are good to go. We will move in by portkey. I want our CWs to be carrying small arms. The Aurors will focus on wands. When we get in, I want us to conjure solid walls and cast reflecting charms on them. We use those for cover. We move in hard, we move in fast. I figure ten of our men and twenty Aurors, that should be enough. Do we know what type of Death Eaters we are going to be facing?"

McQuiddy spoke this time. "Not really, but intel thinks they are just a bunch of kids."

"Alright, get ready. Dismissed."

Tonks and McQuiddy left the room and shut the door. Winters took one more look around the room and laid down on the cot in his office. The moment his head was down, he was out.

******

Winters looked over his gear one last time. Wands, check. Dagger, check. Pistol, check. Armor, check. Potions, check. Combat glasses, check. Comm set, check. Stun batton, check. After checking his gear, he grabbed his coat, put on his beret, and walked into the War room. In there was the team for this operation. His men snapped to attention. He walked down the row and checked their equipment. After making sure they were set he turned to the Aurors. They were being lead by Shacklebolt. However they were mostly new recruits. Well, tonight they would prove themselves.

"How we doing, Shacklebolt?"

"We're good, Captain. Meeting starts in two minutes and we've got the portkeys set up."

"Good. I am going to brief the troops."

Winters walked to the front of the room and turned to the assembled CWs and Aurors. "Good evening, tonight we are going to be raiding a meeting of Death Eaters. We will move in by portkey. The meeting is taking place in a forest. As soon as we hit the ground, disillusion yourselfs and take cover. Wait for my signal to attack. Once the fight begins, I want you to conjure up walls and cast reflective charms on them. That should provide decent cover. I want two Aurors with each CW. Good luck and good hunting. We move off in thirty seconds." There was a last frenzied rush as everyone made last minute checks, then moved to their portkey. In addition to the one they were using to get there and get out, each member of the attack force carried an extra portkey, just incase. Winters walked to Shacklebolt. "Ready?" Asked Winters. Shacklebolt nodded. There were three members to a portkey. With Winters and Shacklebolt was a CW medic. The medic nodded as well. Winters held up a large ring and the medic and Shacklebolt grabbed on to it. Winters check his watch.

"Five. Four. Three. Two. One."

There was a tug at his navel and then he was standing in a forest. He quickly disillusioned himself and crouched down. He used his glasses to scan the area and saw his troops taking cover. There were multiple pops. The Death Eaters had arrived. However, there werent twenty of them. There were at least fifty of them, and at least twenty other wizards.

"Oh shit," breathed Winters. He heard a bird hoot three times. He hooted back once. The attack would still continue. Slowly he pulled his pistol from its holster and lined up with one of the Death Eaters. He then flicked his wrist and was holding his wand. He aimed his wand at one of the other wizards. Taking three deep breaths he squeezed the tigger and roared, "REDUCTO!"

The next moment the entire forest lit up with gun- and wand fire.







And that is a preview of my story. Next is the forest fight.

[Prozac the Robert]

CW doesn't quite sound right. Too many sylables to say quickly. ComWiz or something might be more apropriate.

Apart from the 'americans do it better' theme, it's not too shabby.

[Agent Fisher]

CW doesn't quite sound right. Too many sylables to say quickly. ComWiz or something might be more apropriate.

Apart from the 'americans do it better' theme, it's not too shabby.

It is a work in progress. And americans do do it better! Well, at least my CWs do it better. I would rather take a gun with me into a wand fight than just a wand alone.

And the brits arent that bad. Its just Fudge screwed them over.

[darthdavid]

Good job so far.

[Agent Fisher]

thanks. I would like suggestions for a title.

[Crown]

Hmmm, instead of Combat Wizards, or ComWiz (to military speak), what about; Combat Operations Wizards, or COWs for short?

Come on, you gotta admit that sound Harry Potterish!

[White Haven]

Tactical Wizardry Squad. TacWiz for short. And this is spiffy, I will be following it. That's more than I can say for most fanfics

...Special Wizardry And Tactics?

[Agent Fisher]

...Special Wizardry And Tactics

You know I actually considered that at first.

[White Haven]

That disturbs me greatly. It disturbs my coworkers more, because none of them know why I'm laughing

[Agent Fisher]

new chapter this afternoon. I would have one for you now, but the type of file it is wont work on this computer.

[Agent Fisher]

Chapter 2 Fight in the Forest

Winters ducked out of the way of a severing charm that sliced a tree in half. He raised his wand and shouted, “SEVERIO!” A line of white light came from the tip of his wand and flew into the Death Eater, who’s head landed a foot away from his body. Winters raised his wand, aimed at a dark wizard and muttered quietly, “Destructo”. It was a more powerful version of the Reductor curse, instead of simplely blasting an object, it caused anything, be it bone or ligament to explode. It hit the wizard in his leg and he screamed a loud and pained sound. Winters spun around and shouted “PYRIO”. A stream of fire erupted from the tip of his wand and struck a Death Eater who lit on fire and ran screaming, a human torch lighting the battlefield. Winters moved behind a tree and holstered his pistol and drew his second wand from its ankle holster. He raised his wands, aimed at a pair of Death Eaters and shouted “AVADA KEDAVRA”. He shifted his aim and started shouting “IMPACTIO BAGS!” Impactio was a charm that conjured and fired objects from the tip of a wand. By adding bags to the end it conjured beanbags, by adding arrows, it would fire arrows. Winters had once heard of an eccentric wizard who had developed an impactio that fired twenty millimeter cannon rounds, though Winters had never been able to find truth to the stories. The bags were fired fiaster than a beanbag fired from a muggle shotgun. His beanbags struck two dark wizards in the chest and another in the face. . Winters took a quick look around and then ducked behind one of the barricades made by his team. Behind this bunker, were an Auror and one of his CWs. The CW greeted him. “Hello sir. Hell of a party, aint it? You’d think those bastards aren’t happy to see us.” He raised up and fired a burst from his M-4 over the barricade and at a trio of dark wizards. One of them survived and raising his wand shouted, “AVADA KEDAVRA!” Winters and the others rolled away from the barricade which exploded. Winters quickly drew his pistol and double-tapped the Death Eater. He reached to his chest and pulled off a phosphorus grenade. Pulling the pin he lobbed it and heard screams when it went off. Winters spoke into his comm set. “Shacklebolt, status?”

“We have set up temporary anti-apparition barriers. They can’t get away. We’ve taken down about thirty of them. However, we have lost five men. One was killed, the others are wounded and evacuated. We may need to fall ba-STUPEFY! As I was saying, we may need to fall back. We don’t know if they have support coming.”

Winters thought for a moment. “Alright, begin pulling your Aurors out. All Cws use all your grenades and cast any highly destructive spell. After all the Aurors are gone, then we leave.”

Winters pulled his grenades off his jacket. He set them on top of the rubble of the conjured wall. He stepped back from the grenades. Using his glasses, he made sure it was clear of friendlies in front of him. Raising his wand, “Accio pins.” After the pins flew out of the grenades, he cast a banishing charm on them and sent them towards the enemy. He then quickly conjured a large metal sphere. Flicking his wand and casting “Wingardium Leviosa” he floated it over the largest concentration of wizards. He used his second wand and aimed at the sphere. “DESTRUCTO!” he shouted, and the orb exploded showering the wizards near it with shrapnel. Taking one last look around to see the damage caused by his giant frag gernade and his other muggle grenades, he grabbed his portkey and the next moment he was standing in Auror HQ.

******

It had been two weeks since the ‘Forest Massacre’ as it had been called by the Daily Prophet. Forty Death Eaters and dark wizards dead. And all for Auror Sixth Class Jacob Summers. However, that did little to soothe his mother. His mother had received a folded flag and a posthumous Order of Merlin, First Class for service above and beyond the call of duty. Winters had been present at the funeral, so had all the Cws involved with the raid. Shacklebolt gave a moving eulogy and Minister Bones said how he had died in battle, brave and strong till the end, skipping the part about where he was lying on the ground, his stomach sliced open, his intestines laying out, calling for his mother.

Since the forest fight, the enemy had been very quiet. Come to think of it, it had been really quiet all around. Though the MACVs did arrive. The Aurors had found them very interesting. The MACVs were basically a wizard of a muggle helicopter. The MACVs, thanks to an enlargement charm, could fit twenty soldiers, their gear, supplies for two weeks and have room to spare for a bathroom. It was powered by two dragon hearts. Fitted with an invisibility generator, it could fly unseen. However, if needed, it could be charmed to look just like a muggle helicopter. The hearts also powered a heavy duty shield charm, and the door weapons. The weapons were muggle weapons that had been charmed and infused with magic to shot either stunners or high powered redactors. Because they were ran by two dragon hearts, they were highly expensive. Not to mention, that with all the flying and powering the shields and weapons, the hearts need to be replaced every two years. It was hard to get one of them for an extended period of time, getting two was very rare.

Winters looked up from his crossword puzzle when a paper airplane landed on his desk. Reaching out he opened it and started reading.

Dear Captain Winters;

I hope this letter finds you in good health. As you know the beginning of term is starting soon for Hogwarts. And once again we are in need of a Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. I have tried to find a candidate for the position but it seems everyone is too afraid to take it, for fear of being attacked by Death Eaters. After consulting with Minister Bones, we feel that you would be best suited for the role. Of course this would not mean that you would have to give up control of your team. In fact, I would welcome them all to Hogwarts. If you agree to my request there is a meeting for the staff the second day before the term begins. Please considered it.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore


Winters read the note twice before picking up a pen and writing back.

Dear Headmaster;

I would be honored. I will accept.
Sincerely,
Captain Mike Winters

******

Winters Apparated into the briefing room. He looked at the assembled witchs and wizards that he was going to be training. A few of them looked up at him but the rest were still talking with each other. Shaking his head, Winters drew his wand and fired off a loud bang. That got everyones attention. “From now on, when myself or one of the other instructors walk into a room you will pay attention right away. Don’t, and you will pay. Now, I have two weeks to turn you into fighting men and women. So from now on, to you, I am God. My word is law and best be followed. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now for the first week, you will be learning muggle combat. You will learn how to fire muggle weapons, and how to work together as a team.” This caused someone to chuckle. Winters faced the chuckler and spoke, “Something funny, cadet?”

“Well, muggles are useless, so what good would their weapons be?”

Winters sighed and conjured a watermelon on a stand. He walked over to a table were a M-4 was set. He picked it up and fired a short burst at the watermelon. The bullets hit and the watermelon was destroyed. Winters set down the rifle and turned back to the cadets. “That is what muggle weapons can do. Now the second week we will be teaching you how to use muggle weapons with magic. You are all taken from the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol so you know how to use magic for combat, somewhat. Today we will be teaching you muggle tactics and rules of firearms. Ok, first thing, showing you what combat is like. If you will come to the front of the room, we have a pensive set up. In it are combat memories from squibs serving in the US military. Just go into the pensive, observe and try to learn something.

After the class had entered the pensive, Winters entered as well. He found himself squeezed into a WWII Higgins boat. “The first memories you will be viewing today are the memories of Corporal Charlie Stacker, Army Rangers. These memories are from the Normandy invasion during the second muggle World War. Stacker and his unit were tasked with taking Omaha Beach. Just remember that these are memories and you cannot be harmed. Just to be sure, hand me your wands. Now pay attention.” As he was finishing his speech, shells could be heard whistling over head. Suddenly there was a whistle blowing and the ramp dropped.

******

“All right, today you will be learning basic weapons skills. On this table we have the weapons you will be trained on. We have the Browning 9mm High-Power pistol. The MP-5 submachine gun. The Mossberg 12-gauge Cruiser 500 shotgun. The number one thing on your mind will be safety. Rember, this is just as lethal as the killing curse. Now follow me to the firing range.”

Five minutes later they were standing at a firing range. “Ok, now bring your weapons up to the firing position and aim at the targets down range. Now on my command fire. READY, FIRE!”

******

“Ok, you did pretty well on the weapons and tactics. Today you will be learning how to combine that with magic. Today you will be working as a team. You will be firing paint rounds today. You will have a mask and do not take it off. Your objective is to clear a multistory building. Aurors and Cws will be providing the opposition. For magic use, you will be firing stunners, stinging hexs in place of redactors and other spells like that, and the body bind for the killing curse. Those spells only. Now, when you are ready take this portkey here,” Winters said, holding up a large ring, “and it will take you to the building. Think hard about how you want to conduct this. Good luck and good hunting.” Winters said, and grabbed his portkey and was taken to the command center for the exercise. He turned to Tonks who was looking over her gear one last time.

“So, what do you think? Thirty of them against 15 of us? Doesn’t really seem fair, does it? Oh well…so want to place a bet?” Asked Tonks.

“Yeah, thirty Galleons that they win.” Said Winters.

“Really? Well, by the end of today, I will be thirty Galleons richer,” said Tonks.

Five hours later, Winters was cussing up a storm as he handed over the galleons. It had been close. But last Auror had managed to take out the last two trainees at the same time.

******

Winters stepped out of his office and walked to a fireplace. Taking out a bag with enough floo powder for a trip, he opened it and tossed it on the fire. He stepped in and shouted “landing bay.” The next moment he was stepping out of another fireplace. In front of him were the two MACVs and a trio of jeeps that had been charmed to fly. He had consulted Arthur Weasley about how to make them fly. It had taken a few trails and errors but they finally got it right. They so far had six flying jeeps to supplement the MACVs. Winters walked over to one of the jeeps, got in the passenger seat and waited for his escort of two other jeeps to begin pulling out of the bay. Once on the street they engaged their invisibility generators and lifted off for the hour flight to Hogwarts. Winters leaned his head back pulled his cap over his eyes and drifted off.

He was awoken by a bump and he pulled the cap up so he could see. Looking out he saw the school and the village of Hogsmeade. The trio of jeeps pulled up to the front of the school and Winters got out. He walked to the door where he was meet by a mean looking, old man.

“My name is Filch, and I am the caretaker of Hogwarts. Come with me.”

Winters followed Filch until they reached the great hall. Filch stood at the door and waited for Winters to enter. After stepping through Filch closed the door. Winters strode to the table at the front of the room and was greeted by Dumbledore.

“Ah, greetings Captain Winters. May I introduce my staff. This is Professor McGonagall…” finally they reached, “…and this is Professor Snape, potions master of Hogwarts.”

“Nice to meet you all,” said Winters.

“So, Captain, or should I say Professor, we were just discussing how best to protect the Hogwarts Express. Any ideas?”

“Yes. I would like to have ten Aurors at each end of the train, port keys in each of the compartments, and I will have my men following above…”

Half an hour later he had outlined how the whole operation would go down. Everything from what happened if the train was late to a worst case attack, with thirty dark wizards. Winters doubted that Voldemort would launch an attack against such a well defended objective.

******

Winters looked at the gaggle of students climbing onto the train. He scanned the crowd. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Soon the whistle was blowing and Winters climbed onto the train and headed to his CP. Pulling open the door to the compartment he stepped in. He sat down on one of the seats and turned to the CW manning the comm gear. “How’s it look?”

“Looks good sir. We have reports of a large storm moving in and the jeep pilots aren’t sure if their birds can handle it.”

“Well tell them to stay with as long as the can but to pull out if it gets bad. If they pull out, have one of the MACVs pull forward and recon the route ahead.”

“Yes sir,” he said and then turned back to the comm set. “Watch Dog Two Flight, this is Watch Dog CP. The CO says stay as long as you can, but if the weather gets bad pull out. Over.”

“Roger, Watch Dog CP.”

Winters held out his hand and took the receiver. “All Watch Dog, check in.”

“Watch Dog One Flight.” The MACVs.

“Watch Dog Two Flight.” The Jeeps.

“Watch Dog Auror One.”

“Watch Dog Auror Two.”

“Good now listen up. This is it. If Voldie is going to make a move, this is the best target. So stay frosty.”

******

“Master, our forces stand ready. We are in position to strike.”

“Strike.” Hissed a voice.

“By your command.”

******

“Sir,” said Winter’s comm operator. “I’m getting reports that Diagon Alley is under attack. Wait, so is the Ministry.”

“DAMN. He knew we would focus on the train. Ok, send the jeeps, one of the MACVs and half the Aurors. Now!”

“Yes sir. ATTENTION ALL WATCH DOG. WATCH DOG ONE ONE, WATCH DOG TWO FLIGHT, WATCH DOG AUROR TWO. MINISTRY AND DIAGON UNDER ATTACK. REROUTE AND ASSIST. GO!”

A chorus of rogers came over the radio. Winters looked out of the window and looked at the heavy rains that were coming down. He was still looking five minutes later when the wheels of the train screeched and the train jerked to a stop. Winters snapped up his pistol when he heard a trio of explosions at the front of the train and the lights went out. He kicked out the window and peered forward where the engine was ablaze.

“OH SHIT!” Winters grabbed the radio and began speaking, “ALL WATCH DOGS, OMEGA OMEGA OMEGA.” Winters reached up to the luggage rack and pulled down his M-4 and his comm man’s and passed it over. He concentrated tried to Appirate but couldn’t.

“Sir, it looks like a hundred guys are out there. I count thirty Death Eaters, and a shit load of other guys. A large number are armed with soviet style weapons. This isn’t good.”

“No kidding. Get out into the hallway and get the kids out of here.”

Winters brought his Auror comm set to his mouth and spoke, “Watch Dog Auror One, come in. I repeat come in.” Little did Winters know that two of those explosions had been from a pair RPGs fired at the Auror cabin. Out of fifteen Aurors, only three were in any shape to fight. And there was a jamming field going to keep the good guys from talking. His comm man came back into the compartment.

“All the kids are out. However, we have a problem.” He held up a broken ring. “Looks like our portkey didn’t fare to well. And-” Suddenly there was a loud burst of gunfire and machine gun bullets slammed into the train. Machine gun fire raked the train. Winters felt a searing pain in his leg, but held in a scream. Winters raised his rifle to the window and returned fire. This attracted more fire and Winters ducked his head.

When the gunfire finally ceased, his comm man was dead. Winters listened to the silence. He could hear people boarding the train. Winters looked out the windows and saw what appeared to be vampires boarding the train. Winters moved to the door and opened it, peering out. He saw that the hallway was clear. He moved down the hallway and moved outside on the opposite side, away from the hostiles. Winters moved towards the tree line and entered the forest. There he waited for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for the enemy to leave. Towards the front of the train there a few flash of green light, and then it was quiet. After five minutes his comm set crackled, “Watch Dog CP, come in. This is Watch Dog One Two. Come in, over.”

“Roger Watch Dog One Two. This is Watch Dog CP. Requesting pick up and popping flares, over.”

“Good to hear from you Cap. I see your flare and will be there in a jiff.”

Winters looked at the burning wreckage of the Hogwarts Express and muttered to himself. “No rush.”

[John Chris]

*jaw drops*

Now that's what I call wizard's duels!

Now that the Express is gone, what will Harry and co do now?

Can't wait for the next chappie!

[Agent Fisher]

*jaw drops*

Now that's what I call wizard's duels!

Now that the Express is gone, what will Harry and co do now?

Can't wait for the next chappie!

The Express isnt totally gone. Just the engine and the car that was carrying the Aurors. And the students got away, due to the portkeys in each room. And Harry and the DA will get some real training in how to fight.

[John Chris]

kewl!

[Agent Fisher]

kewl!

So what part did you like, what can I improve? I need answers to those questions. And anyone have any suggestions for the title?

[John Chris]

kewl!

So what part did you like, what can I improve? I need answers to those questions. And anyone have any suggestions for the title?

Hmm. I suggest you separate dialogue from the paragraphs into their own paragraphs. Especially the parts when you have the characters shout the spells.

Possible titles:
Harry Potter and the Soldiers of Sorcery.

Harry Potter and the American Aurors.

When Voldemort Bites the Bullet.

Mr. Death Eater, Meet Mr. Rifle.

Of Wands and Guns.

Saving Private Harry.

Ok, I'll stop, lol.

[Agent Fisher]

Where were the rest of my readers? I need reviews people!

[Prozac the Robert]

I find it pretty good.

His deciding to accept the hogwarts job was kind of odd though. There didn't seem to be much of a reason for it.

A thought occurs to me about guns as well. I wonder if they actually are a threat to wizards. Remember that charm of hermione's that repelled rainwater? A version which repelled bullets wouldn't suprise me at all.

[Agent Fisher]

I need some suggestions for names of Eastern European wizards. Also, any ideas for torture/interrigation scenes? I have a really nice death scene for a Death Eater planned out. Basicly it involves two 12 gauge birdshot shotgun shells, a white phosphorous gernade, a thermite gernade, some duck tape and a long fall. I let your imagination run with that for a while. Now, who should get this death?

edit, on second thought make that three shotgun shells Oh, I am evil.

[Agent Fisher]

Just to let you know, its not dead and I will have a new chapter shortly.

[Agent Fisher]

Well, here it is. On second though just ignore the part in the second chapter where he was going to teach at hogwarts. Also, in this chapter is a very gruesome death, well, it isnt really gruesome, just very cringey. On second thought it kinda is. Oh well. Just read and REVIEW!


"Ok, Captain. This is going to hurt like hell but it is the best way to get that bullet fragment out." The CW medic raised his wand, pointed at the entrance wound, and muttered "accio." Winters' shout of pain echoed in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. Winters looked at his acting second in command, Sergeant Major Ryan Gordon.

"How did we do?" Asked Winters.

His second in command girmaced and ruefully shook his head. "Twenty five Aurors dead. Fifteen at the train, the rest between Diagon Alley and the Ministry. The conductor of the train, dead. Four CWs KIA, your radioman, two when there jeep was shot down, the other was Lt. McQuidy. As soon as he heard of the attack at Diagon Alley, he Apparated and held off the bad guys long enough for help to arrive. He took down twelve vampires and eight dark wizards before they got him. And there were twenty civilains killed at Diagon Alley. And five childern killed on the Express when the foward car was hit. The rest of the kids were unhurt. I dont think the DEs were expecting us to have portkeys in all the rooms. We managed to take two Death Eaters prisoner and also five vampires. I assume you want to be there for the interogation?"

"Yeah," said Winters. "Has Dumbledore talked to his kids?"

"I think so, they are having their welcome feast right now."

"Alright sir, all patched up. Just don't put all your weight on the leg and you will be fine." Said the medic.

"Ok, take me to the Hall." Gordon led him from the wing, down a few flights of stairs and into the Hall. As he entered, conversation dimmed. When he reached the staff table, the silence was deafening. Dumbledore stood and spoke. "I prepose a toast. To Captain Winters and the brave men and women of the 2nd Platoon of the 1st Magical Assault Detachment. It is due to their brave actions that many of you are here. To the 1st MAD!" He raised his goblet and drank. Lowering his glass, he spoke again. "Now for some start of term notices. Mr. Filch has expanded his list of banned items, and if you wish to know what is on that list, it is posted outside his office. He also reminds me to remind you that magic is off limits in the corridors. First years and a few sixth years, should note that the Forbidden Forest is forbidden. Also, we will be hosting the American Combat Wizards. They will be patrolling the castle and grounds at night. We will also be hosting a company of Drawfen mercenaries. And if either the CWs or dwarfs catch anyone, and I mean anyone," he said, looking at a trio at the Gryffindor table, "sneaking around after hours, there will be severe consequences. We also have two new teachers. Well, one new one, and one returning. Professor Lupin is returning to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. Also, Professor Binns has taken a year long leave of absence to write a book, on the Goblin Rebellions." Cheering erupted in the hall. "In his place, we will have Professor Pinkertonn. Now, that is all the notices I have, so off to bed with you."

As the students filed out, Dumbledore turned to Winters. "Well, Captain, if you follow me, I will show you to your command center." They exited the great hall and went up a flight off stairs and turned a corner. "It is located behind the painting of Sir Moore. The current password is 'chocolate frogs.'" When he said that, a painting on the wall opened. Winters stepped inside and looked around. In the center of the room, surrouned by CWs, Aurors and Dwarfs, was a map of the school. It was a large version of a certain map held by a certain Gryffindor. It showed the location of every single person in the castle and on the grounds. Right now, all of the students had made it to their rooms, the teachers were making sure the castle was all locked up and the first shift of the night watch was getting to their positions. Winters turned to Staff Sergeant Harold Davis. "You have the first watch, Sergeant. It should be pretty simple. If you see a student out and about, send a patrol to get them back to bed. If you see anything else, don't hesitate to sound the alarm. The second shift will relieve you at 0100 hours. Well, I am going to go, have a drink, write four letters and then hit the sack." Winters turrned and walked out of the room.

******

Winters walked into the Room of Requirement. It was currently configured into an interrigation room. Sitting in a chair was Macnair. He was one of the two Death Eaters captured during the September 1st attacks. Winters took a seat across from him.

"Captain," said Sergeant Roy Walden. "He's been given Veritaserum and is ready to talk. I have two qouting quills set up to record. So, when ever your ready we can begin."

"Thanks, Sergeant." Winters turned back to Macnair. "State your name and position in the Death Eater ranks."

"Macnair, Chief Torturer and member of the inner circle."

"What was your role in the attacks on September 1st?"

"I lead the assault on Diagon Alley."

"Ok, now that we have that out of the way, where is the Death Eater headquarters located?"

"I don't know."

"Why not?"

"When the Dark Lord activates the Dark Mark, we Apparate to where ever he is. We do not know where it is, just that he is there."

"What are Voldemort's plans?"

"Overthrow the Ministry and take his rightful place as ruler of this world."

"We're getting nowhere with this. Ok, how many wizards does Voldemort have on his side?"

"At least three hundered, but more flock to his banner all the time."

Winters turned to Sergeant Walden. "Is there any way to keep him from spouting all that, 'oh, more flock to his banner!' bullshit? I mean, I just want a simple answer, you know, a number, maybe some names, a place where we could bomb and blow the shit out of it, but instead I get all this, 'oh, the Dark Lord is going to take over the world!' and 'oh, I get such a hard on thinking about Voldie!'"

"Sorry, Captain. If that is what he believes is true, then that is what he will say."

"Right." Winters turned back to Macnair. "Ok, how many vampires does Voldie have, without the 'flocking' part."

"The Dark Lord has eight hundered vampiric allies."

"How many people have you killed in service to Voldemort?"

"Over two hundered."

"How many were women, childern? How many were muggles?"

"90 of those I have killed were women, 23 were childern. 147 were muggles."

"Do you regret killing any of them?"

"No. The wizards and witches were all an obstacle to my Lord taking power. And the muggles, well, they were muggles."

"Do know of any future offensives planned by Voldemort?"

"No, all information is kept to a minimum number. We know only that which he deems important enough to tell us."

"Do you know of any spies inside Hogwarts?"

"There are spies but I do not know who they are."

And so it went on for another hour. Winters would ask a question and usally not get the answer he wanted. It seemed Macnair just didn't know anything.

"All right, we're done with the interrogation. Walden, get two men and escort Mr. Macnair to one of the MACVs. It is time for his disappearing act. I will be there shortly. Oh and when you get there put a full body bind on him."

"Yes sir." Walden opened the door and told the two guards to come inside. Together the two guards dragged Macnair from the room. After he was gone, Winterss left the room and headed to the classroom that had been converted into an armory. Once inside he grabbed a pair of twelve guage bird shot shotgun shells, a white phosphorus gernade, a thermite gernade and some duck tape. He put the items into a bag and walked out of the armory and headed outside.

It was dark out. Night had fallen. By Winters watch it was 21:43. Winters walked to the closest MACV and climbed aboard. Winters leaned forward and talked to the pilot. "Jim, I want you to take us up above the lake. Maybe five, six hundered feet." The engine of the MACV came to life and the craft lifted up. Higher and higher they flew until they began to hover. Winters turned to the guards who had escorted Macnair to the MACV. "Stand him up."

Winters then turned to Macnair.

"Macnair, you have been charged with the following crimes. Aiding a terrorist. Treason. Plotting to overthrow the government. Multiple counts of Murder. And just plain being an asshole. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty." Said Macnair.

Winers raised his wand and cast a silencing charm on Macnair.

"Very well. You plead not guilty. However they court finds you guilty on all charges. You are sentenced to death."

Winters nodded to his men. One of them reached out and opened Macnair's jaw wide enough to wedge one of the shotgun shells pointing down, into his mouth. The other was taped to where, if it went off, Macnair would be singing soprano. Winters then pulled out the gernades from his bag. Using the duck tape he placed them on Macnairs chest. The guards pulled Macnair over to one of the side doors and stood him there, with his back pointing out. Winters walked up to Macnair. And yelled over the sound of the wind and the noise of the engine.

"Any last words? No? Well, Macnair, I can say that the world will be a better place without you. Goodbye."

Reaching out, Winters pulled the pins on the gernades and shoved Macnair out of the MACV. Seconds later, there were two loud bangs and then silence.

Winters leaned up to the pilot again and said, "Lets go home."

Once the MACV has set down, Winters addressed the three men. "You saw nothing out there, got it? You did not see a worthless sack of shit fall and be cooked alive. Got it?"

"Yes sir," they said.

"All right. Get to your posts. Oh, and Jim, I need you to fly me back to our AAT Center tomorrow. We need to train some new Aurors."

******

Winters stood in the tower in the center of the Accelerated Auror Training Center. It was a large camp, spawning four square miles. Right now, Class 5 was in their first, second, third, fourth, and fifth stages of training. An entire five weeks of training. In a week. Right now, Class 5(stage five group) was perparing to ship out and the other stages were preparing to use the large time turners. While most timeturners only wnet back a few hours, these large timeturners could cycle a person or group of people back seven days. With these turners, an entire unit, 30 personell, could be ready for deployment in a week. At the beginning of the week, he wasnt sure it would work. Until his future self told him it would. And he trusted his own judgement. Winters was looking out over the camp when an auror stuck his head into the tower.

"Sir, we have a problem. You should come with me."

Winters turned and followed the auror. They crossed the camp and entered a single floor wood building. The entered a hallway and went to the last door. They entered and sitting in a chair in flex cuffs and flanked by two guards was one of the auror cadets. There was one of the instructors in the room. The instructor turned to Winters. "Sir, we have a problem. This cadet was missing from his bunk last night and when we found him he claimed to never have left the camp. However he set of our dark mark detectors. But, we checked him at his other stages. His first, second, third and fourth stages were clean. So, he somehow left camp, met with some Death Eaters and got the mark. And since we werent informed about this from any of the timejumpers, this wont really cause any trouble. However, none of this is the real problem. The real problem is that he has taken anti-truth potion. We give him any sort of truth potion and his brain turns to swiss cheese. And we still havent found his mark."

"Alright. Sounds like we will have to do this the old fashion way. Whats his name?"

"Fifth stage cadet Jerry Newman. And he has refused to talk."

"Alright. Go get me a big bucket of water and get some towels for the blood."

The instructor left the room to fetch the items and Winters circled around Newman. Winters pulled off his watch and moved it up and down behind Newman to try and find the mark. The watch buzzed when it was near his head. Winters pulled out his wand, muttered a spell and nodded to the guards. They grabbed the recruit and held him still. Winters moved in and shaved Newmans head. And there it was. There was the mark. It had been placed so when the hair was regrown it would cover the mark.

"Well, thats a new one. Smart though." Winters turned to one of the guards. "Get a qouting quill set up and lets get started." There was a knock on the door and the instructor brought in the bucket. He set it down and went to the corner, leaned against the wall and lit up a cigarette. Winters summoned a chair from across the room and sat down.

"Alright, Newman. How long have you been working for Voldemort?"

Newman just sat there and stared blankly ahead.

"What would someone like you be doing working for Voldemort. I mean, you arent even a 'pure-born'. You are the son of a muggle mother and a wizard. That makes you a half and half. What is someone like you doing with him? Well? You just going to sit there like a little bitch and not talk?"

Newman spit at Winters feet.

"Alright then." Winters stood up and walked to Newman's side. Winters looked at both guards and nodded. He then whipped his left arm out and backhanded Newman right in the face. As he recoiled, the guards dragged him from the chair and shoved him face first into the tub of water. Newman struggled. When his struggling slowed, Winters snapped his fingers and the guards lifted him out of the water. Newman gasped for breath.

"Alright, one more time, how long have you been working for Voldemort?"

"Two months. I only became a Death Eater last night."

"Why?"

"So I could torture you!"

Winters shook his head and gestured again. The guards shoved him back into the water. After a few moments, Winters gestured again and the guard pulled him out.

"Why?"

"Sod off." Said a defiant Newman.

"Well, water dunking doesnt seem to work. Stand him up, boys and have him face the wall."

The guards manhandled Newman to face the wall.

Winters walked behind him, drew his wand, pointed at Newman's right knee and cast, "destructo." Newman's right knee exploded forward, Winters shifted his wand and destroyed his other knee, and as Newman sagged to the ground, he left out a loud scream. Winters raised his wand again and cast a pain killing spell on Newman.

"That hurt, didn't it? And if I remove that pain nulling spell, it will hurt just as bad. So, here is what I am going to do, I will leave that spell on, but if you give us any trouble or lip, I will remove the spell. And then it will hurt. A lot." Winters gestured to the guards and they brought Newman back to his chair. "Now, why did you join Voldemort?"

"For power." Panted Newman. It was clear that despite the pain killer, the knees still hurt.

"Alright. How much did you tell the Death Eaters about this camp?"

"Nothing, I dont know anything. Just are training and that once a week, we stand in the same room and then go to a new set of bunks. I havent seen any other recruits, except when I see some of them marching. But we always march in BDUs and have our faces painted, so I cant tell who anyone is. I dont know very much, please, give me another pain killing spell. It hurts so bad."

"Hmm," Said Winters. He raised his wand and removed the spell. Newman began screaming again. "You wouldnt be lying to me would you, Newman?"

"NO, I SWEAR. PLEASE GOD, JUST PUT THE SPELL BACK ON! OH GOD, PLEASE!" Newman started crying from the pain.

"All right." Winters put the spell back on and put on another one. "Ok, now, do you know of any spies at this camp, or any one you may be trying to recruit?"

"No, I dont."

"Ok. imperio. Now, I want you to take this wand," said Winters, holding out a wand. "And take out your memories of last night and put them into this pensive." Said Winters, gesturing to a pensive that had been brought in during the water dunking. Newman took the wand and removed his memories and placed them in the pensive. After doing so, he returned the wand and sat back down. Winters ended the imperious curse and sat down in his chair.

"Alright. Guards, put a bag on his head, take him to the brig and get him medical attention for his knees."

Winters sat there as they dragged out Newman. He waited till they had left the room and then grabbed the pensive and headed for the Camp Commander's office. He knocked on the door and heard someone call enter. He opened the door and saluted.

"Colonel. I have a pensive from that cadet that was missing last night. I figured you could take a look at it and send it to the Auror Intel section."

"Thank you." Said Colonel Aaron Wilson. Wilson was a squib that was serving in the British military. A large number of squibs ended up in the military since there wasnt much they could do in the wizarding world. In fact, nearly all the instructors at the AAT Center were military squibs. A most of the humans defending Hogwarts were squib military. Nearly one hundred squibs were offically listed as on assignment, and were at Hogwarts.

Winters left the office and headed for his. When he reached his office, he sat down and closed his eyes.

[Agent Fisher]

What do I have to do to get reviews? Even bad reviews.

[Mr. Coffee]

I liked it. Good pacing and action. The dialogue is a little on the thin side though. Also, is Winters supposed to come of as sociopath or what? He seems just a tad extreme. All in all though, it's a nice change from the standard "OMG, its HARRY POTTER! Weeee." HP fanfic. What I really like is that someone finally thought the same thing I've been wondering ever since I read the HP books... Why not use firearms?! Pulling a trigger is certainly faster than speaking the spell name for using a wand.

[Agent Fisher]

I liked it. Good pacing and action. The dialogue is a little on the thin side though. Also, is Winters supposed to come of as sociopath or what? He seems just a tad extreme.

Winters is of the belief that if the enemy would gladly do it to you, you do it to him. Now of course that doesnt go to the extreme of targetting innocent civilians, but in the case of torture it does.

Well, Macnair should be killed in a nasty way. If I remember correctly from the fourth book his job is chief of torture of muggles. So, I felt he deserved a good death. And the recruit, ah well, the wounds will heal. And the torture curse maybe good but once it is used and lifted, there is no remaining pain except a memory. My guys want to make the people remember the pain much clearer than a curse. And this is on the whole, a much darker universe of harry potter. Soon Harry and his friends will recieve some firearm training as well as combat training. I mean, the prophocy says that Harry will have to fight Voldemort, so he better know what he is doing.

And the water thing was inspired from the show Battlestar Galatica.

[Mr. Coffee]

Oh Christ... Ron Weasley with a loaded gun. Methinks Madame Pomphery is going to have a busy year. Please tell me Winters is going to snap and give that shitbag Draco Malfoy and his father and give them a wall-to-wall Parent Teach Conference. That'd be friggin' schweet!