After Voldemort's return, I didnt think life could get any worse. I'd spent a year being tortured by a teacher, taunted by the Slytherins with no chance to retaliate, my brain raped by Snape and the school mostly turned against me.
How wrong I was.
From notes and research we found later, Hermione thinks that Voldemort had found out about the existence of Virus' had tried to create a magical virus to kill off all the Muggles and Muggleborn. She thinks the base research came from a Demonic ally that was killed in late 95 with the rest of the invasion.
Hermione also pointed out that Tom had the writing ability of a half trained chimp and that while he was a genius in some areas, he was no genius at Biology.
By the time anyone realised what was happening, I was a third of my way into 6th year and it was too late to stop it. A magically active virus, created to rupture the magic of the individual, that killed 9 in 10 Pureblood Males. It seemed that the more Pure your blood was, the harder you were hit. The way you found out you were affected? Quite literally, the magic pooled in the area of greatest concentration in your body and then exploded. Not a huge explosion, but after Drago Malfoy's entire crotch went up as he walked to dinner, showering the nearby Slytherins in blood, we figured it was enough.
Ron is now missing his right hand, left eye and right leg below the knee He was also made sterile. He says he is racing Mad eye to the 'most parts lost' scorecard. He and Ginny are the only Weasleys left.
The worse news was that Magic couldnt heal the damage. Quite literally, it was magically inert for the next few weeks till the Virus died. But by then, it was too late, regrowing couldnt occur.
3 in 5 Pureblood females died. 1 in 10 Halfboods and 1 in 20 Muggleborn. Hermione also noted that those who had Non Human blood were not affected at all.
Which didnt explain why every single werewolf died. Didnt explain why Sirius did'nt either.
Voldemort did what noone else had been able to do in over two thousand years. He destroyed British Wizarding society.
We lost almost half the school and Professor Sinestra, Snape and Dumbledoor. The ministry fell after the third week. The Goverment literally couldnt function with 90 percent of the people working there dead. the survivors put themselves into senior positions and we mostly ignored them.
Then we found out that the Virus had spread to France. From there, the rest of the world. We didnt even consider Quarantine, as we only found out about it after it had already spread. Hell, Hemrione was the only one to even say the word and that was after I got out of the Hospital.
Turns out that Snake Lips had the Virus and the shock of his Magic giving a full body rupture resounded down my Link with him and blew out my scar.
Ironic really, Madame Pomfrey thinks that this made me immune to the Virus too, and because I wasnt infected, they were able to heal it immediately. So, no more scar for me.
However, this led to other problems.
What do you do with 300 Survivors of a biological attack, who's entire society was destroyed by one of their own, who are mostly under 16 years of age and have only half a clue about Muggle society?
According to the Ministry, we need to Breed. We had 6 months for all single surviving males of over 16 years of age to attatch themselves to at least 4 girls. With Ron unable to Breed, he told Hermione and Me, at wand point, that we will be together. I was also informed that I would be taking Ginny too. Because Weasleys need to renew their numbers so their plan to take over the world can continue. Somehow those two came to some sort of conclusion and Daphne Greengrass and Susan Bones were added. I was informed of this after the fact., though, I must point out, I didnt protest very hard at all.
In the end, Professor Sprout became Headmistress and ordered Professor Flitwick to advise first the Goblins and then the Prime minister of what had happened.
Rest of the year was kind of a blur. In the end, it was decided that NEWTS were kind of pointless in a society where they no longer applied. So we were taught Maths, Science, History and so on. The Goblins had made use of their contacts and bought in Squibs, Muggleborn and so on who were teachers. Lots of them. We were studying in groups of 6, with a teacher assigned to that group.
This meant that we were at 'acceptable' levels of education when we finished the year.
Then the world began to change. We only found out about it because we now had the Times delivered along side the Daily Prophet. Portals, Demons, Magitech, Magic Girls, the fall of Russia, the Chaos in Japan, China's civil war, The nuking of Vladivostok, The Invasion of Australia.
Suddenly we were in a horrible new world. One where the Statute of Secrecy meant both more and less than ever. People didnt hunt Magic users now, but the very few who were outed, were shunned, reviled and praised. Often in the same breath. Me, I found the Irony delicious.
In the end, it was Hermione who found us our place. Not for all the Magicals, but for a group of us, it was enough.
The Chaser girls, Angelina, Katie and Alicia. Ginny, Ron, Luna, Susan and Daphne, Sirius as the guy who spoke to the public on our behalf and thirty others. Along with Professor's Flitwick and Babbling and Hagrid.
It was Ron who had given us the idea. A group of 'rogue' French magic girls had strafed London, Backed up by their Demonic allies, causing a few thousand deaths and national outrage. We were reading about it when Ron simply pointed out how he'd love to be up there, showing them how a REAL magic user fights in the air.
The room went silent for about ten seconds and then everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE, turned to look at Hermione.
"The Goverment wont hire us til we are all at least 18" was her reply, as she was busy scribbling some notes on parchment. "That doesnt mean we cant prepare. We have less than 2 years to build everything we need" she handed Cho a list of books "Get me those"
It was Ginny, who was brave enough to ask the question that half of us wanted to know. (the half that understood how Hermione thought and could follow her train of thought in our Caboose of Crazy)
"So we are going to build new Brooms?"
Hermione shook her head, making more notes before looking up at us with crazed, grief filled eyes. "Those bitches killed my parents. Brooms arent fast enough, arent manouverable enough and a single wand doesnt hit hard enough. I want them dead."
That was it really. We had closed ranks prettly tightly over the past few months and now one of us had been affected. Hurt one, hurt us all.
So, we worked our arses off. 16 hour days, of study, building and later, training. We went through no less than a dozen proto-types before Hermione's idea of 'enough' and my need certain levels of manouverability and speed met.
We had accomplished something that only the Deranged Genius of the British wizarding world could accomplish. What we couldnt find, we bought, What we couldnt buy, we hired Goblins to steal. what we couldnt have stolen, was aquired through assault.
The technology was the bastard mutant offspring of a half dozen parents and a weasel. We had Silver Millenium targeting systems, mixed with some sort of semi-sentient controlled staves that fired off horrifically powerful blasts. We had Missiles, that were grown, using the devices of the Pretty Scout girls and their Armours of Lovely Justice. I still shudder slightly thinking about their plans for a fascist anti-gerotocracy, where people will by killed off at age 20 because they cant imagine properly any more. I personally blew the head of their Pink, talking Weasel. It was a tougher fight than you'd think, especially with it's freaking glowing battle axe of doom.
The Armour was something called Poly-ceramics, built around a carbon fibre frame, all with lightening charms, unbreakable charms and much more.
She went a bit crazy on the flight suits. I think that by that stage, she had been drinking too much coffee and going without sleep for far too long. So, a Black, with emerald green trim rubber and dragon hide suit that was more than a little too tight, based off something she called a Plug Suit, but with armour. We had a full face helmet, thank the gods that had little bits of glowing information we could see. Hermione called it a 'M-Hud' or an 'uh-huh'(I think) but I'm not soo sure. all I know is that the Guns will automatically track what I look at with my eyes. It's kind of cool really, I can even see how fast I am going, my heading and height.
When he first saw it, Colin Creevy revealed his Fanboy geek routs by calling it the bastard offspring of an X Wing and a Broom, while a Mimbari Fighter whacked off onto the Broom's face.
Ginny hexed him for that.
However, We are now ready. There will be 16 of us in the air, with the absolute final word in the Magic War, Air combat. I wanted to call them Phoenixes, Ron wanted to call them Snake-Eaters, Hermione and Ginny hit us with cushions and informed us that they are the H-12 Attack Craft, also known as the Griffin. Apparently the 12 is because it was the 12th version. H for Hogwarts. she also mentioned Stealth, reconnisance and Bombing craft for later on.
But for now, here I am, strapped too tightly into a Hybrid of magics and charms, with a skin that, with luck, will make me safer than the enemy. I have 15 of my best friends streaking along in formation, only a few dozen feet behind me, while sensors hunt out the band of flying, fire breathing, demonic ptyrodactyls, who are back. I am currently doing Mach 2.3 in a 25ft long craft that Hermione says was loosely based on some movies and the like she has seen. I am half laying, half sitting, in a frame, with a clear window around me, giving me lots of view forward. Around me is an X, that stretches out 4 feet from me. On the top two ends are missile pods, on the bottom two, are heavy Plasma canons. Sitting just over my head, is the fast firing gun-thing. The entire craft manouvers like a swallow and is powered by my magic.
I am the nastiest thing in the air and my sense of mercy was left behind at the air base.
For God, Queen and Country. We will send them back to the Hell that spawned them.
I'm, 18 years old, By ministerial command, I will have a Harem, once the negotiations finished. My best friends are alive and safe and I'm about to pick a fight with the force that hurt one of them. Every man wants to be me, for some unknown reason and more than half the women I know want to bed me.
My name is Harry Potter, Griffin Lead, Callsign Seeker. I am in the air and hunting. They dont stand a chance.
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Yes, Harry is one of the owners of a company that is on retainer from the British government to aid in the defense of the nation from Supernatural threats. And he has a harem. He doesnt mind too much, but known to avoid the house on clearly marked days. He has also gotten the necessary help (from the girls) to help build his self confidence. Especially since Voldemort, Dumbledore and Snape, the three biggest threats to his sanity and self esteem, are dead. He hasnt seen the Dursleys in years!
This means that the UK has a nasty magical airforce available. Who will also do ground attacks (fly in, blast stuff, land, a few shrinking charms and put the fighter in a box, then attack on land). That it is lead by a clean cut, good looking hero type, with his harem, and has Sirius Black as it's PR guy, is giving the government a headache.
The Magical government hates them, but Harry and crew simply ignore them, they are pointless.
Maybe I should stop reading Cthuhlutech?