Azkaban

It started in the morning, a storm whipped up around the fortress and all the death eaters inside felt something calling to them. The aurors were on alert but then the storm clouds turned jet black, then slowly trickling down from the sky was dark smoke balls which crashed against the floor. The moment they did a humanoid creature in a black jacket appeared, it had pale skin that almost writhed as its own being when it moved. Polished brown shoes with a slight incline blended into grey trousers eerily, in white-gloved hands a musket was held. A weapon that seemed new but had been used a hundred times before in battles across time, beneath the black coat was a white shirt that had been buttoned to the top, the collar was down and a tie was around its neck. However the fact was not human, it had no face just white skin stretched across a head. No eyes, no mouth, no nose, no nothing; this creature had no expression, no feelings or thoughts. So as one auror approached with a wand out it had no issue in raising the musket and firing into his head, the man was dead before he hit the floor.

"My God," Alastor Moody said from within the prison; he had been putting Lucius Malfoy behind bars after his trial and yet this was something new, these creatures had never been seen before. How it had seen the auror no one knew but as more smoke balls hit the ground and creatures formed it became apparent this was an invasion.

"Battle stations," Moody ordered realising this was no attack, this was a planned assault and the element of surprise had given them enough time to mass forces and prepare an invasion.

"Sir," a nearby auror confirmed obviously worried, Azkban was where the new aurors were stationed; fresh out of training and in a place without the Dementors help would seem invincible. It was an old fortress, with food stocks and underground tunnels so would not be easy to crack open. However Mad Eye could sense this was not a normal attack, this was something else and as the old fort doors slammed close he knew something was going to happen.

As if it was the leader the first creature to land suddenly extended a hand hidden behind white silk gloves, the moment it did so the thirty others did the same and suddenly power unlike any other whipped through the air. A tornado of energy that tore at the old walls of Azkban, like cannon shots sections of the wall began to fall, the air was alive with energy. The creatures did not move as this happened instead they froze,

"Fire," Moody decided and a barrage of stunners exploded from within the walls, the windows were full of auors but the stunners did nothing, the few that hit the creatures did nothing, they gave no sign of the spell ever hitting them.

"Use killing curses," Moody decided realising this was against protocol but there were too many senior death eaters the ministry had invested too much time into to afford them getting away.

"Fire," he ordered once more and the air was illuminated with bright green for a few seconds, then when he looked hoping to see the creatures dead there was nothing; nothing whatsoever and this time the creatures struck back. The power in the air expanded and with one final shudder the old walls crumbled and the outer defences broke into shards, shards that at high speeds the faceless creatures entered through. The creatures moved fast, almost too fast to see but they slowed in comparison to the bullets that flew from weapons of the past, weapons that were reloaded in less than ten seconds due to the creatures amazing speed; speed that ended with the aurors being decimated. No spell stopped them, no disarming worked, no physical combat ended in anything other than a brutal death, and one by the one the men fell, as the prisoners cheered and the aurors drew back. It was an offensive that led to everyone being locked in, being pushed back in all directions; a pincer movement.

"Retreat," Mad Eye yelled but as the men ran, the creatures followed and cut them off; some got through most got killed and once ten aurors were outside they ran to the boat. A boat that had been left untouched, lighting smashed the ground and sea but Moody turned when he saw the creatures taking up positions in what used to be Azkaban's walls.

"Leave him," a female voice emitting from nowhere demanded, Moody was too far away from the boat and as his allies ran to it, the people he worked with and knew well did the muskets fire once more. Everyone but him died,

"Run!" a command echoed in the field that could have been his own mind, but Mad Eye fled into the boat and it moved with the magic he cast, he needed to get back to the order, he needed to tell them what was going on.

Meanwhile

"Shit," Morgana cursed loudly the moment Moody finished his story, the table turned to her and saw an expression of sadness and anger etched into her face. No jokes or smiles were in it now, Harry had the same expression.

"We both knew she wouldn't stay hidden forever," Harry pointed out

"It's been almost eighty years since the First World War, I was hoping she would hide away, forever," Morgana confessed angrily.

"No losing the support of the Kaiser weakened her, without his troops hers would be useless, they may be able to take out hundreds at once, even thousands but there was enough men on the front to wipe all of them out, no she was pooling her resources; she now has a chance, Voldemort," Harry confirmed to his wife.

"You two know what these creatures are?" Dumbledore asked as the order watched their conversation with growing interest

"No, no one knows except her. We call them Blackcoats," Harry began

"They're the warriors of my sister Morgan Le Fay, she found them or invented them during the Great War, not the one you're thinking of, when the war of the fourth coalition tried to destroy Camelot, almost succeeded too, they took the city and it was only strokes of military genius on Arthur's part that we won. They are brutal, very hard to kill and immune to almost all magic, to destroy one me and Harry would both need to combine our powers, by muggle means it is slightly harder but a sword or bullet to the head can cause one to slow down . Slow down enough for more bullets or arrows to destroy the thing but they are dangerous, luckily they have a connected hive mind so too many of them would make them decentralised so there are only a hundred or so at any time," Morgana explained darkly thinking of her sister.

"We had sixty and they killed almost eighty aurors without losing one man," Mad Eye pointed out

"Modern magic has no effect, ours is just enough but you have no chance, you need to get a physical weapon to even stand a chance," Harry explained darkly.

"Sounds terrifying, why did they attack Azkaban?" Snape asked dryly

"Because Morgan's working with Voldemort," Harry responded, the order looking suddenly jumpy and concerned,

"How do you know?" Dumbledore asked worried; he knew she was an enemy that would surpass him and Voldemort combined

"Because they're her warriors and Azkaban is only good for Voldemort, obviously he realised he couldn't win against me and Morgana, so he got her help, this is bad," Harry sighed; he knew it one day get to this point but he had hoped it would be a long way away.

"Sounds it," Mad Eye commented "So any advice for when these things turn up to kill us all?" his voice was sarcastic but Harry noted a sense of realism.

"Don't use magic, get close and personal; they're strong and powerful but no one can't feel a sword to the face, trust me," Harry mumbled and had a glazed look over his eyes for a moment.

"Experience talking?" Fred asked with a slight smile trying to make like of this situation

"Actually yes, long story," Harry answered thinking back. Back before Morgan had such power and then came the day she had it, the day was hers but it had taken a long time for her to reach that point; Harry blamed himself he should have hunted her down and yet he waited. Gave her three years to perfect the killing machines; the Blackcoats.

Camelot – Two thousand years ago

Ten long years had passed since the Harry or "Merlin" had been named court sorcerer and during that time many things had happened. The great war of the dragon had ended with the leader swearing fealty to Harry; the only thing that dragon had was its honour and they currently existed in the northern parts of the realm; Harry suspected this would be Scotland but the life he once led had faded. It was almost like a dream and only when he awoke next to his wife in cold sweat as the memories seeped into his brain did he think of them, he doubted he would see any of them again.

"You're up early," Morgana commented looking tired, it was morning and her long dark hair was messy and had not yet been straightened;

"Just thinking," Harry told her

"Dangerous, I'm pretty sure the last time that happened we almost lost eight cities to a dragon army," Morgana laughed; it had been six months since the official end of the war where Harry had stormed the lead Dragon's lair, at his side the whole time had been Arthur Pendragon. A man now who Harry had helped raise; taught him of the things he could do and taught him honour and virtue. He was a hardened knight but had not lost his common touch; which Harry had taught him

"Your sister's been awful quiet the last three years," Harry confessed eventually, Morgana's gaze froze, during the war she had tried to hinder Camelot's armies many times. She had almost wiped out their man force and as none of the other kingdoms would help it had almost spelled defeat. However her acts of terror stopped during the three years where Camelot advanced and won, before the war she had attacked often. Leading to sickness, murders, possessions and had done many terrible things that had tested everyone, Uther had aged a lot more in the last ten years and people suspected he was getting near the end, something Harry was slowly accepting. The man did not hunt as much nor did he fight in tournaments, he was aging something Harry had been doing to.

"I know, she's been quiet, not something we should complain about," Morgana told him knowing Harry feared their greatest enemy, she had come close to destroying them once and if she was preparing for an attack it was bad. Camelot was still recovering from the war and he was worried

"I know but it's worrying, the other kingdoms know we're weak as well, they hate magic and if they are preparing war then..."

"Then they will come, but they are not here yet and you cannot prepare for something you don't know is real, don't worry about it, come on it's almost morning and we have to endure a diplomatic visit from Princess Edina tomorrow," Morgana sighed

"Let me guess another marriage proposal? I'm telling you his is enthralled by Gwen," Harry told her

"I know, she's my apprentice and she's smitten, Trust me the sooner he works up the courage the better," Morgana smiled taking Harry's hand

"I don't get it, how can someone face down a dragon and run away from a girl?" Harry chuckled

"Sorry how long did it take for you to marry me?" Morgana asked indignantly as they walked through the castle.