Summary: We’ve been fighting this war for a long time. They call us “Muggles.” We know them as wizards and witches.
They struck first. We don’t know where they came from. We don’t know why they attacked us. What we do know is that they were winning. England was the first to fall. Then France. Spain. Italy. It took ten years of tactical withdrawals, delaying actions, and air strikes to halt the wizard's advance. It cost us millions of lives to stop them just short of the Rhine.
Now, it was our turn to push back.
Summary: Wizards excel at midrange combat. Only midrange combat. Up close and personal? The wizard’s screwed; there are no known hand-to-hand practitioners in the magical community. Widen the gap? The wizard’s screwed; a sniper beats a spellslinger any day. I can reach out and touch a victim at two kilometers; a conjurer’s lucky if he hits the broadside of a barn at that range.
It is 1997. The Dark Lord has returned. Death Eaters have taken control of the Ministry. Information is tightly controlled and propaganda is fed to the masses. Dissidents and undesirables disappear on a regular basis. All is lost, resistance is futile, yada yada blah blah blah. That’s what they’d like you to think.
My name is Corinne Lambert and I’m part of a three-man terrorist cell conducting direct action operations against Voldemort’s puppet regime. Working closely with our liaison from the Order, Charlie Weasley, we use anything and everything at our disposal to combat the Death Eaters. Magic. Firearms. Explosives. Whatever gives us an edge in this war. Because they have the numbers, they have the resources, and they have the home court advantage.
They won't know what hit them.
Guest starring Charlie Weasley, Cho Chang, various Ministry officials, Death Eaters, and other magical creepy crawlies.
Character death will only apply to fairly minor characters in the Rowling-verse.
Special thanks to Colores for proofing the first chapter of my story!