Biting Back at the Death Eaters

By Ordinaryguy2

AuThOr'S NOTES: This story is set during the summer of 1995 so right before Harry Potter goes back to Hogwarts for his fifth year. Suicide Squad is from the comics also from 1995. This is after the first volume of Suicide Squad ended. Amanda Waller is still using random villains to conduct unauthorized sanctions in taking out threats in order to protect the world and ultimately the U.S.A.

New Orleans, LA 1995

The man sat back in his chair, his shoulders padded by the long trench coat. He took a sip of his drink before following it with a toke from his cigarette.

"You're not supposed to smoke in here," spoke a newcomer, walking over to his table. She was short, stout, and African-American. Her face showed a sternness that declared to the world that this was one woman you didn't want to have angry at you.

John Constantine didn't bother to stand before the woman made herself comfortable across from him. "I see you found the place," he said with a smirk. "It's not the most well-known spot in New Orleans, but the gumbo is one of the best."

"I didn't come here to eat, Mr. Constantine. I came about the ten million dollars you offered for the use of my Suicide Squad," snarled Amanda Waller. "And put out that cigarette before I do it for you."

John couldn't help grinning. He did take one last drag before putting out the cigarette on the side of his plate. "There, now, see, I can be reasonable."

Waller snorted. "That's not what our records about you indicate."

"I'm sure some things have been… exaggerated. Few things are accurate after all."

"Tell me why I am here, and why I don't bust you right here and now and put you in some dark cell somewhere."

"Belle Reve?"

She glowered at him.

John sighed. "Look, I know you are back with the government again. The ten mil was mainly to draw your attention. I had heard you had been removed from your government for a while, and were taking assignments for your own personal Suicide Squad during that time. Each mission about a million or more. Basically, you were doing the same work, but making it so the U.S. of A. was not culpable for any actions that may occur. My client, he doesn't care about the ten million, (which is in gold, by the way) take it or leave it, he just wants one of your teams for a job."

Frowning, she sat back in her chair. Not many people could come up with that intel on her. She was right that John Constantine was a man to watch out for. "Tell me what this is about."

Taking another sip, John leaned back.

"Back in jolly old England, about a decade ago, there had been a magical civil war between the wizards and witches that had been for the most part kept out of the eyes and ears of those non-magical."

"Aren't you breaking the International Statute of Secrecy by bringing that up?"

"Luv, I fully expected you to already know all about the magical world living side-by-side with the non-magical world. Which you do, or you'd not have been able to bring up the Statute of Secrecy."

Amanda didn't blink an eye. "Go on."

"Anyway, back in the 80's, the fighting sometimes spilled over into the non-magical world. The leader of the attacking party, basically a magically powerful terrorist going by the name of Lord Voldemort, a depraved lunatic and sadist, was determined to win by whatever means possible. Sometimes he'd even try wear out the defenses of the Ministry of Magic by having his followers, they call themselves Death Eaters, go out and attack various non-magicals because then the Ministry would have to drop everything to go and cover up any evidence of magic."

"Wasn't he killed by a baby?"

John snorted. "Yeah, but that's neither here nor there. The trouble is Voldie's back, and the current Minister of Magic is doing everything he can to hide that fact."

"Why would the minister do that?"

John shrugged. "Not sure. I've been told that he absolute refuses to believe that this Voldemort bloke is back. Plus, he's very corrupt and dances to the purse strings of some of the more well-off Death Eaters."

Amanda considered his story as a waiter finally came and tried to give her a menu. She sent the waiter away with a request for some wine and a salad.

"Should have tried the gumbo," Constantine commented, a toothy grin on his face.

She grimaced. She wasn't about to admit that she was on a diet. "Doesn't your kind have a problem saying this Voldemort's name?"

Constantine raised an eyebrow. "So, you do know something about all this."

"My line of work, I have to know pretty much everything about everything. And what I don't know, I pick up real fast. Now you didn't answer the question."

He chuckled. "Well, they like to think their kind of magic is the only kind there is. I'm another sort all together. And as for quaking at hearing his name, heh, I've heard and faced scarier."

"So I've heard." She paused as her wine arrived. "Now, tell me why you aren't handling this yourself."

His hand strayed toward his cigarette pack, stopping only once he saw the glare she was giving him.

"This kind of stuff I pass on to others. Armies aren't my thing."

"These Death Eaters, are they the reason for the bridge falling down in London last week?"

He gave a curt nod. "He's testing his minions. Making them prove themselves. Wants for them to prove their viciousness."

"Some test. But how is this a problem of the United States?"

"Oh, but it is." Constantine used his baton as if it was a pointer for an imaginary blackboard. "See, Voldie wants to not only take over the Magical World, but also the non-Magical one, too. To him, normal people should be wiped out, or, in some cases used as breeding stock. Make a lot of Half-Blood minions to build up his forces, ya know?"

"Oh fun, another one of those," she deadpanned.

"Seems like everybody wants to the rule the world sometimes, doesn't it?" John grinned. "Problem is, he doesn't seem to realize that once the other countries see what's going on, they will bomb the snot out of England trying to kill him."

She nodded. "If it got to a certain point, it is what I'd recommend."

He wasn't smiling now. "Yeah, well, let's not let it come to that, alright, luv."

"What other assets does he have, other than these… Death Eaters? And about how many Death Eaters are there?"

"Hard to tell really. Many of the wealthier Death Eaters bought themselves out of prison last decade. Then, there were said to be a lot of Death Eaters from other countries that agreed with Voldie's creedo of 'Might makes Right'. After he fell, they scattered to the winds. In addition to them, he also had help from the vampires, giants and werewolves."

"More magical beings," she summed up.

"Yeah, but the Wizarding world, as they call themselves, have considered those magical beings as lesser beings for centuries, having few, if any, rights. Some wizards even treat them like something you'd find on the bottom of your shoe."

"So, this dark wizard made a civil right play to get more cannon fodder?"

"Isn't that what most people who want to take over do?"

She regarded him more carefully. The John Constantine she had read about seemed more of the gritty cowboy type who would do whatever it takes to overcome his opponents. She could now spy a hint of the intelligence that made him so dangerous. "Who's this client of yours?"

"I'd rather not say."

"And if I insist?"

John sighed. He knew Amanda had a reputation for bull-headedness, but he really didn't want to share this if he didn't have to. "It's someone who really just wants this all to be undone before it escalates, and more lives are lost. I swear it to be true."

Wiping her hands with her napkin, she took a moment to think, and then took another sip of her wine. "You aren't known to be the most honest person, Mr. Constantine." She waved him back before he could protest. "You are, however, known to get the job done for the greater good."

Constantine couldn't help snorting. "Sorry. Private joke."

She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, what I am telling you is that I will look into this job. If it is as you say, I think we can sanction your dark wizard problem. But, if you bite me on the ass on this, I will move heaven and hell to bury your ass."

John, for his part, grinned and nodded. "Sounds like a bonnie deal to me, luv." Reaching down beside his chair, he withdrew a cloth bag. "Here. This'll help you with some of the intel. Pay special attention to the Sirius Black, Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge, Peter Pettigrew and Lucius Malfoy sections. There is a request for a protection detail as well as information on certain matters the client would like you to look into and hopefully deal with."

Carefully, she used a fork to open the bag, and peered inside. "What kind of paper is this?"

"Parchment. My client's group is rather antiquated. Don't know what they have against regular paper and pen, but, the world still goes around, yeah?"

Her only response was to raise one eyebrow and shoot him a dark look.

"So, is there is anything else?" he said.

"Hmm, I'm thinking I want your participation with the team."

He gave her another of his cheeky grins. "Sorry, dearie. I already have another engagement, but I did think that you would ask for my hand in this, so I've arranged for a substitute."

Amanda paused. It was rare that someone could surprise her like that. She was half tempted to insist on his coming along anyway, but she had only suggested it at all because he was annoying her. "Who?"

He pulled out one of his cigarettes as he stood and retrieved his jacket. "An acquaintance of mine that you may have heard of. He goes by the name of Jason Blood. Here's his number; he's expecting you," he said, handing her a slip of paper. "Now, I have to run. I'll try and keep in touch, but where I'm going there isn't exactly cell service." He grinned again and left.

She stared down at the paper again, and grimaced. Magic and all that comes with it was never something she was fond of. Quite the opposite since magic seemed to break so many rules and mess with the rightful order of things. True, she did work with a few magical people, but she knew for the most part what they were capable of. Now she was looking at possibly taking on a whole nation of witches and wizards. The fact that she might have someone like Jason Blood on her side did not exactly please her though. Because Jason Blood did not come alone.

But when fighting against witches and wizards, as well as their accompanying monsters… she was going to have to bring up to bat some monsters of her own. Luckily, she had some on hand.

She was startled for a moment as the waiter put something on the table and left to attend to another table.

Looking down, Amanda frowned. Constantine had stuck her with the bill. The bastard.