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Iron Dragons and Firelegs COMPLETE	By : FemmeBono Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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FYI, this is probably going to go AU to the extreme since we still have a
real live Dumbledore, none of that Draco as Death Eater foolishness, and DD is
actually working with Scrimgeour. I'm making him much more open and honest, so
hold on to your seats.

Cht. 2 All cards on the table

"How do you do," said Dodds, shaking his hand, before the old man
turned to each of them and greeted them in turn. He and McGonagall quickly
ushered them to a table near the fireplace ringed with seats. As they all got
comfortable, the wizard conjured a couple of plates loaded with sandwiches and
flagons of some sort of orange drink, all out of thin air. Their senses
overloaded with the obvious displays of magic, the group no longer said anything
even though they all sat agog at the latest development.

"I was made aware of your assignment to our school recently by our own
ex-Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge," said Dumbledore seating
himself. "I was also told that you met with him via your major?" Dodds
made a sound of assent before the wizard continued. "And I trust you are
the delegation that they chose to send forth?"

"Yes, sir," Lacey piped up. "We are stationed with the 451st Information Operations Squadron out of Menwith
Hill, just south of here a few hours or so. Typically we run more towards
communications, breaking codes, encrypting and so on. However, since we are also
the closest intelligence detachment and they wanted this kept quiet, we were
sent. There will be ten others arriving tomorrow--five American, five
British--once we have been able to lay the ground work tonight for whatever you
need here."

She paused only a moment before coming to the question she had
most been meaning to ask. "Sir, with all due respect, what exactly are we
facing here? We were informed that there is some evil dark wizard who is banding
together a bunch of beings and...other wizards in an effort to eradicate us.
Now my men and I were hand-picked because it just so happened that we opened
fire on some freaking huge beings that I can only call giants, down near Bristol
not less than a year ago. We opened fire and took them out before your men
arrived and took over. As I'm made to understand they were supposed to wipe our
memories, but your minister and ours at that point began discussing plans for a
possible collaboration since we were able to handle those things. So, if you'll
excuse me, we have a million questions and I really hope we can count on full
disclosure here before this goes any further."

Dumbledore steepled his fingers and drew a breath. "As it happens, I am
perfectly willing to answer any questions you may have. I will first confess,
however, that I am not entirely enamored with the idea of your being here,
despite the Ministry thinking we should have all hands on deck as it were."
Most of the crew sat back from the table, clearly affronted. Thorpe's mouth hung
open, showing a half-chewed wad of sandwich. Lacey spared him a disdainful
glance before Dumbledore explained.

"If I am not much mistaken your modus operandi is typically to kill the
enemy. I do not espouse any action as major as that if it can be helped at
all."

"Whoa," said Lacey holding up a hand. "And neither do we.
Whenever we do engage an enemy, we do it with respect to that person's life and
with the intent that they should imminently surrender. We do detain prisoners. If however it comes down to a question to their lives or ours, it will be ours."

"Well put, Captain," Thorpe slurred around a mouthful of turkey
club.

"So that said, who is this wizard Voldemort and what do we need to do to
regulate him?"

With that, Dumbledore launched into an explanation of the rise and fall of a
man-wizard named Tom Riddle, an orphaned boy named Harry Potter, and the
subsequent resurrection of Voldemort. He continued uninterrupted until he came to the
more recent events: disappearances, raids, and the occurrences nearly a year ago
of the giant attack, the destruction of the Brockdale Bridge and the Bones and
Vance murders.

"Sweet Jesus," said Dodds. "No wonder you need us, but they
did all that with magic... I dunno, can they be stopped with our weapons?"

"Certainly," said Dumbledore. "Including their formidable leader Tom
Riddle, or Lord Voldemort as it were, they are all perfectly mortal and injure
just as easily as yourselves. However, he does now have at his command certain,
beings, as you put it, that are not mortal. Inferi, he has used before and has
been using again recently. Likewise, dementors, which you cannot see."

"You mean those things floating around that look like grim
reapers?" asked Thorpe, who had finally filled his belly.

"They are cloaked, hooded beings, yes," marveled McGonagall.
"D-do you mean you can see them?"

"Yes, ma'am," answered Hancock. "I been seein' them damn
things everywhere. Ever since the giants we come across, as a matter of
fact."

"That's exactly right," added Lacey. "Ever since we met up
with those things, we've noticed all kinds of things. Weird little beings in
forests and whatnot... it's like a whole magical world opened up to us after
that."

"Ah," sighed Dumbledore. "Ever since you were made aware that
magic existed you have been able to see it wherever it is. Your eyes had been
opened, so to speak."

"I suppose that's why they figured we could handle this," posed
Dodds.

"So exactly what sort of weaponry are you bringing to aid in this
battle? How do you plan to fight these things?" asked McGonagall.

"Well, since Minister Fudge warned us about those Inferi things already,
we've been allotted a couple of flamethrowers," answered Lacey.

"And we've been issued the use of a MQ-1 Predator, basically an unmanned
aircraft that we typically use to take down heavy artillery like tanks and
such--" Dodds added.

"Tanks?" questioned Dumbledore.
"Yes, they are armored vehicles that fire extremely dangerous, really
big rounds of ammunition. To take out something like that, which is usually
impenetrable, the Predator comes equipped with two Hellfire missiles."
"They spout hellfire?" prompted McGonagall.
"No, ma'am," said Hancock smiling. "You'd think it was
though."
"The boys tomorrow will also be flyin' in by helicopter," Hancock
put in, "and we'll be usin' that thing in case we need another air
assault."
"We gave them some approximate coordinates for the place and they'll
move in from there," Dodds pointed out. "They know what to look for
even if we can't plot it on any maps. So we figured they'd be better coming in
from some distance away. It worked for us today, in fact, as we couldn't even
see this ruddy great castle until we were already in the gates."
"Of course, of course," replied Dumbledore. "There are any
number of enchantments on the grounds to keep away Muggles and help keep our end
of this world a secret. Perfectly understandable, yes."
"Well at least that explains why we've never picked you up on satellite
or through any surveillance planes," said Lacey.

"Quite so," said Dumbledore nodding. "Now, if you all don't
mind, you did have a fairly long journey today and quite a lengthy meeting here
as is. I think it best that for now we show you to your quarters and we continue
the whys and wherefores on the morrow. Then we may press on with hammering out
our plan of attack as you might put it. I have my own sort of intelligence
source, as you say. He will be here tomorrow with any information he may have
obtained recently from the enemy camp."

And with that enigmatic reference, he rose and ushered them up many more
flights of stairs to a tower hidden behind the portrait of a garish looking
obese woman where he left them with the suggestion to unwind for a bit before making their supposed exit back through Hogsmeade Village. Once inside, they oohed and
aahed over the immaculate decor consisting of any number of antiques such as
well-cared for tapestries and furniture upholstered in scarlet and gold
trimmings.

Later the group returned down the steep hill and through the town as they had come,
stopping off at the Three Broomsticks at Dumbledore's suggestion to ensure that
they were seen leaving. Lacey and Thorpe had a ringing conversation about the
strange little town below the ruined castle and how they would be reporting to
their commanding officer that they had seen plenty of weird clothes, but nothing
otherwise amiss; Dodds made an allusion to wasting the military's time and resources following up on wild tales from little old ladies. And finally, after buying up several bottles of mulled mead and spiced
currant rum, they drove out of town, circled around to a secluded area of the
forest, downloaded the rest of their gear, and stretched a camouflage net over the
van effectively hiding it from view, before suiting up with the invisibility cloaks
they'd borrowed. Hiking the few miles back into town, they sneaked into the
candy shop as instructed, found their way to the basement and followed a passage
there straight back to the castle and just in time for dinner.
A supper had been laid out in the common room, replete with silver service and linen napkins. It was truly a welcoming feast of lamb and mint jelly, tureens of peas and steaming baskets of buttered bread. Afterwards, the two women climbed yet another staircase to find their quarters,
finer than any barracks they were used to by far. There were five beds in the
circular tower room, lined with plush red velvet curtains. Sighing deeply, Lacey and
Brynn dropped their heavy packs onto the beds and flopped down beside them.
Suddenly too tired to even check out the bathroom, they stripped out of their
BDUs and settled between the soft sheets, their minds and stomachs full. As Lacey drifted off
to sleep, she wondered at what the next day would bring when they all met the
spy Dumbledore had hinted about, before she finally moved into dreams where she launched
grenades at dead bodies that picked themselves up and kept coming.
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