Title: Code of the Griffin

Author: Knife Hand

Feedback: Constructive feedback appreciated, flames unappreciated

Spoilers: Nothing Specific, general for first few books.

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione, or Luna, or Ginny, or Cho, or... I would buy them all but I am broke.

Summary: From a war ravaged future, someone is sent back in time to change the course of the war.

Ron sat between Pierre and Apolline Delacour, with little Gabby on his lap, as they all watched the big screen. Ever since the small girl had first met Ron, she had considered him to be her big brother, though if that was because he was kind to her and had tried speaking French to her or if it was due to his relationship with Fleur was unclear.

The Third Task had been going on for three and a half hours and the crowd were riveted. There was one change to the big screen, in that Victor Krum's video feed was now blank with a red border, as Victor had used his emergency beacon fifteen minutes ago. Everyone agreed it was simply bad luck on Krum's part. Krum had faced first a Cerberus, known by some as Fluffy, followed by a Blast-ended Skrewt, a Manticore and eight Acromantula, in two waves coming from different directions. Victor had wisely avoided the Cerberus but had faced off against and defeated the others, and while Cedric and Fleur had faced off against a similar number of creatures Victor had been forced to do it in a ten minute period, which even the best trained Aurors or Hit Wizards would find daunting, if not impossible.

By the end of it, Krum was exhausted and badly injured, though his vest had protected his vital organs. When he had activated the emergency beacon, the border on his feed on the big screen went red and two seconds later the screen had shown two Order Troopers appearing in front of him, fully armed and alert, then the image shook as Krum was raised to his feet then went to static as the Order Fire Team extracted him. The feed had momentarily showed the watching crowd, as Krum and the five member Fire Team appeared in the bottom of the amphitheatre, before going black as the feed was cut. Victor had been immediately escorted to the medical tent for Madam Pomphrey to examine him.

On the live feed, there was a cheer as the Triwizard Cup came into view in the distance on Cedric's image and, based on the movement, he began to jog towards it. Ten seconds later the Cup also appeared on Fleur's feed, though from a different angle. As the two Champions began to close on the Cup it became apparent that it was going to be a close finish. In the last few feet, they both picked up the pace dramatically and both touched the Triwizard Cup at the same instant.

Both Cedric and Fleur's feeds went to static for a moment but they did not appear in front of the crowd, instead the image showed a Cemetery for a few seconds before both feeds went blank. As soon as the image of the Cemetery had appeared, Ron was moving. Passing Gabrielle quickly into her mother's lap, he rose and was sprinting towards Hermione's position, where the Response Fire Team were also waiting, his hand absently going to the holstered pistol at his waist.

"As soon as we get the signal, you go." Hermione was ordering to the Response Fire Team, noticing his arrival. "Even though this is a trap, your orders are to Hold, not extract. Lieutenant Potter is mustering Second Platoon as we speak. Sergeant Weasley has command."

Cedric and Fleur both dropped to the ground when the Portkey released them and they vomited all over the ground. Being hammered through a set of Wards was not a smooth or painless trip. It was almost a minute before they recovered enough to gather their wits and by that time there was traces of movement in the distance.

"Emergency Beacons." Cedric said.

Fleur reached up, pressed the beacon and turned it clockwise, while Cedric turned his counter clockwise, a special Order setting that was only on his beacon. In a second a bag appeared at Cedric's feet and a moment later six figures appeared around them. Ron and the Response Fire Team. As the Fire Team deployed around them Ron made his way to Fleur's side and Cedric opened the kit bag and pulled out first a pistol, which he handed to Fleur, and then an assault rifle for himself.

"Bunker?" one of the Fire Team asked.

"Are you barking?" Ron snapped. "This is a Cemetery. Take cover behind the gravestones."

Cedric took up a slot in the defence perimeter while Ron dropped into cover beside Fleur and briefly put his hand on her shoulder. Ron had taught Fleur the basics of gun safety himself.

"Keep down and let the Order deal with them." Ron whispered. "I'll be right here by your side."

"Contact." Someone shouted.

"Engage." Cedric ordered.

The sound of rifle fire opened up, and there was the strobe lighting of returning spell fire.

The baby homunculus that housed Lord Voldemort howled in rage. Forty of his Death Eaters against eight children and the bloody children were winning. With a wave he called the nearest Death Eater and used the Dark Mark to call in more of his Death Eaters. A hundred of them. He would crush these upstarts who dared to defy his power. All would bow down before the might of Lord Voldemort.

In small groups, the Death Eaters began to arrive, and they were sent out to fight the upstarts.

"Reloading." Cedric called.

Sixteen minutes in combat and they were rapidly running out of ammunition. One of the Fire Team was dead and another was completely out of ammunition and using her Wand. Two more were down to their Pistols.

More Death Eaters were coming, moving in the distance using what cover they could find having discovered that moving openly invited death. The fire from the Order had not been heavy, but it had been very accurate. Fleur had held her own in the fight as well, sending accurate cutting and piercing hexes at the Death Eaters, only relying on her pistol when a Death Eater got really close and Ron did not get it first. Unfortunately, due to the diminishing ammunition supply that was becoming more frequent.

A rapid series of pops and cracks heralded the arrival of the Grand Marshall and Second Platoon. Platoon Staff Sergeant Kate West-Potter immediately commenced setting up Fourth and Sixth squads in a defensive perimeter around Fleur, joining Cedric and the Response Fire Team. Sixth Squad is the Heavy Weapons Squad. Hermione was taking First and Third Squads to flank to the left of the Death Eaters line of attack while Harry took Second and Fifth Squads flanking to the right, to ambush the Death Eaters.

"Send in more." Lord Voldemort ordered, yet again pressing his Wand to a Death Eaters Dark Mark to call for more of his followers.

No new Death Eaters showed up and his attendants were down to two.

"My Lord, everyone has been committed to the battle already." One of the Attendants said.

"Avada Kadavra." Voldemort responded.

Make that one attendant. How the hell had this happened? The plan had been simple. Bring the Triwizard Tournament Winner here, with a group of Death Eaters around to make sure they did not try to play the Hero. Use the idiot child in the Ritual, shame it could not be the Potter brat but any of them would do really. Send the child's lifeless body back to put the fear of him into the sheep. Simple. But the bloody kids would not die, instead it was his minions who were dying. Only he had the right to kill his minions.

The original forty should have been ample. The first additional one hundred should have been overkill. But no, all his force was destroyed. Eight hundred loyal, if expendable, servants. Even all of his Inner Circle had been called up. Basically, all dead now, if the reports were to be believed.

Movement caught his eye. There were ten of his Minions were running towards him. Cowards. He was about to start casting spells at the idiots, despite his weakness in this form, when the sound of gunshots sounded and the minions began to rapidly fall.

It was two groups and too large to be any of his remaining forces. It must be the Potter Brat and the Mudblood Granger girl, given the firearms. Too bad he was not at full strength, or they would both howl.

"Get me out of here." Voldemort barked to his attendant.

The Attendant scooped up the small form his Lord was currently inhabiting, felt his Lord's snake wrap gently around his leg and the activated a special portkey to spirit his Lord and himself away.

"Was that creepy baby thing Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"I think so." Hermione confirmed as the two teams of Order Troops joined up.

A groan sounded from the ground. One of the last group of Death Eaters was still alive.

"No prisoners." Hermione ordered.

Harry drew his pistol, aimed it at the Death Eater who was begging for his mother, and shot him in the head.

TBC…