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    [x] Master Saboteur

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    [x] Master Saboteur




    Currently, dementors are on standby, while the saboteurs get to work on the barrier protecting the rebel fortress. It is an admittedly impressive piece of work, capable of hiding those within from those who do not already know they are there, or of repelling the assaults of a fairly large number of assailants. But you bring with you not merely a squad or a platoon. You have an army, with dedicated saboteurs - cursebreakers who have honed their craft against other terrorist hideouts, or against the strongholds of goblins and others who resisted the new order - and can bring down their barrier.

    Your human lieutenant, a girl you think might be named Parkinson, gives you two options.

    The saboteurs can either gradually wear away at it over the course of about half an hour and sap its strength slowly, or they can deploy various spell anchors and try to have it down in five. Each option has its advantages and disadvantages - the first will certainly be safest for the saboteurs, but gives the enemy time to prepare for an assault they know is coming; the second gives them almost no time, but with a barrier of this size and power, risks an...explosive...outcome.

    "What is your will, commander?"

    Which approach would Hermione like to take?

    [ ] Slow and Safe
    [ ] Quick and brutal
    [ ] Consult the Assault Commander

    And what about the dementors?

    [ ] Send them in as soon as the barrier falls
    [ ] Hold them in reserve - their morale effects could be useful in crippling the enemy
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    [x] Consult the Assault Commander.
    [x] Hold them in reserve - their morale effects could be useful in crippling the enemy.

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    [x]Consult the Assault Commander
    [x]Hold them in reserve-their morale effects could be useful in crippling the enemy

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    Shields: [x]Consult the Assault Commander
    Dementors: [x]Hold them in reserve-their morale effects could be useful in crippling the enemy




    In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, the entirety of the First Years had been assembled for a special gathering, courtesy of the Defense Professor, Quirinus Quirrell. Or rather, they had been asked to remain following dinner, though none of them knew why - only that it must be important, as he wouldn't have interrupted their normal routine otherwise.

    "I suppose you're all wondering why I've gathered you here..." the man in question drawled as he stood before them, his black robes billowing behind him dramatically, even in the absence of any wind. "At least, those of you who are present. Can anyone tell me who is absent?"

    There was some murmuring as people looked around, with Pansy Parkinson quickly raising her hand.

    "Yes, Miss Parksinson?"

    "Malfoy is missing, and some of the other Slytherins too," the brunette called out, with the Defense Professor nodding.

    "One point to Ravenclaw for being so attentive," the man noted warmly, a hint of a smile crossing his face. "Indeed, Mister Malfoy and a number of his companions are missing tonight - but don't worry, they aren't far away." His smile widened as he withdrew a book from his robes - titled the Book of Spells, a book that most of those present flinched at the sight of.

    They remembered the scenario that the Professor had put them through, after all - involving a Hogwarts that had been overrun by the living dead, with the corridors slick with blood and creatures of nightmare lurking around every turn.

    "Tonight, your colleagues - those intrepid first years who discovered the Lost Diadem of Ravenclaw, have volunteered to take on a special challenge, one that will test their cunning, their courage, their wits, and their loyalty to one another." He tapped on the cover of the book, opening it as dozens of images appeared in the air before them, with five in particular showing the adventurers in question, each of whom were engaged in a different task. "You see, unknown to them, they have been split into two groups - one of which is tasked with defending the isle of Hos - and the other, charged with taking it, with each one taking on one of several command roles. It will of course be a terrible, brutal affair, given that one group has been told that the base is full of terrorists, while the other has been told that the army attacking them has been sent by a terrible Dark Lord, but that just makes it more fun, doesn't it?"

    He grinned.

    "You, on the other hand, can see what is happening to both sides, without being charged with commanding either," the man uttered with some amusement. "But...I do not want you to be left out of the suspense - or to feel that I am offering them and them alone a special opportunity. I have given them a chance to improve their grades, and so I want to give you an opportunity to improve your standing as well - though not your individual standing,"

    The students looked around in confusion at what he could mean.

    "You are aware of the House Cup, and how this is dependent on House Points, yes?" the Professor asked, with the students suddenly sitting up straighter. "Yes, there is an opportunity for you to win House Points tonight, depending on how they do. I assume you are all curious?"

    The students nodded as a flock of paper birds appeared in midair, with one flying to each of them and unfolding itself.

    "Simply put, you may bet House Points on how each team will do...and on who the traitor is." Quirrell paused, raising an eyebrow as someone's face scrunched up in confusion. "Yes, Mister Weasley?"

    "What do you mean a traitor?"

    "Ah? Did I not mention that part?" the man asked in a faux innocent manner. "One of the people on each side may be a traitor."

    "...but one side only has two people!" Miss Parkinson blurted out, "Unless...you mean any of the other commanders?"

    Quirrell smiled.

    "Perhaps - but if so...which one?" he asked pleasantly. "In any case, you may write down your bets - and should you jointly wish, you can vote to take control of one of the commanders, that you may help one side or the other collectively. So you know, Miss Granger is the Master Saboteur of the Imperial Forces, while Miss Spencer is their Siege Overseer. On the side of the Rebels, Mister Malfoy is the Wing Commander, Miss Moore is Base Commander, and Mister Matou is Logistics Coordinator."




    Returning to Hermione's perspective, Assault Commander, a young woman named Eltnum, recommended a slow and steady approach, as it would take time to deploy troops around the barrier and a quick and brutal collapse risked injury to their own forces. Hermione agreed, since she was cautious by nature, only only minutes after she sent them out...the barrier collapsed explosively, roiling outward in a storm of force that wiped out her initial squad of saboteurs, while Draco Malfoy led a squad of broom riders forward close on its heels, lobbing vials of bottled fiendfyre down upon the army below.

    What will Hermione do?

    [ ] Send out dementors - they can disorient the enemy forces while others snipe the broom riders
    [ ] Try to rally those left of her saboteurs
    [ ] Contact the Strike Leader and fall back
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    [x] Try to rally those left of her saboteurs.

    More infiltration for us. Let the other commanders deal with the siege.

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    [x]Try to rally those left of her saboteurs.

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    [X] Send out dementors - they can disorient the enemy forces while others snipe the broom riders

    Now is the time to attack. Given that they do not have any plan defenses. Once this line falls they got nothing.

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    [x]Try to rally those left of her saboteurs.




    Even as inexperienced as she was, even as little as she knew about leadership, war or other things, Hermione Granger could feel that this was a pivotal moment. If she - if the forces assigned to her - broke here, the fear and uncertainty they felt would spread to her allies. And then it wouldn't matter that she was in the right, or that their forces outnumbered those of the terrorists. She had to rally her saboteurs - whatever was left of them - somehow.

    "To me!" she cried out, using her wand to launch a series of red sparks into the air. "To me!"

    Her small figure was overlooked by the broom-riders, already past her and looking for larger masses of troops to drop their bottled hellfire upon, but it drew the notice of a handful of shaken survivors, looking for some sort of direction.

    "Ma'am, what do we do?"

    Hermione had never counted herself as particularly brave or particularly daring, but...

    "We move in, under the cover of the blizzard and the fighting," she ordered.

    "Ma'am? Are you...sure?" one of them quavered. "But what about...?"

    "I'll have the dementors crowd around our main forces, since they're a fair bit more noticeable, but the broom riders can't kill them. We though...we have invisibility cloaks. We can sneak in."

    "...yes, Ma'am."

    With that, the much reduced company faded from sight, heading towards the distant fortress.

    As they draw near, they see a great fortress carved out of ice, looming out of the night. It is a mountain, with battlements armed by dozens, if not hundreds of people, and what look like trebuchets high above, lobbing great orbs of fire towards the army in the distance.

    Towards one side of the mountain, a great set of doors is open, with a line of magic carpets streaming out in single file.

    What is the plan of the Saboteur division?

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    [x] Aim to cut off the rebel's escaping route - closing and disabling this set of doors should do the trick.
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    [x]Aim to cut off the rebel's escaping route-closing and disabling this set of doors should do the trick.

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    [x] Aim to cut off the rebel's escaping route - closing and disabling this set of doors should do the trick.




    Hermione bade the saboteurs follow her, as they made their way though the ravening storm towards the great doors in the distance. If she could just reach them, if she could just find a way to seal them so that the terrorists would be trapped inside, then all would be put right at last.

    'I can do this,' she told herself. 'I can do this.'

    She told herself that as she reached the mountain, her forces moving into position to--

    There was a terrible roar, and suddenly the girl found herself on the ground, utterly dazed, her ears ringing as if the biggest gong in the world had been struck right next to her ear. She...

    'What...? What happened...?'
    she asked herself, trying to...

    She couldn't move. Why couldn't she move?

    ...why was there a lump of...

    'My arm...why is my arm laying on the ground...?!' she thought in a panic, her eyes growing wide as she began to hyperventilate, reacting as the smell of burnt flesh wafted to her nostrils. 'No...no...nononononononononoo!'

    Horror, despair, and not a little terror cycled through her as she caught sight of other broken lumps.

    Heads severed from bodies.

    Broken bodies, black against the snow.

    A dark figure looming in the air, with a wand outstretched, a figure with cold grey eyes, and hair blue as midnight.

    "You..." she managed to croak out, recognizing this as...

    "Heh, it's a good thing I expected them to do something like this," Matou Shinji sneered. "I thought were too easy, so I set up a trap."

    "And you were right," an all-too-familiar voice spoke up, as the Logistics Coordinator's second walked up to him, with Hermione thinking that it was impossible, that the person couldn't be...couldn't be...

    "So I was, Lieutenant Granger," the Japanese boy agreed. "Though I have to thank Selina for the suggestion. I thought about asking for a detachment to come from the wall to guard the door, but its so much more satisfying to see the assault forces mess up, even if I expected something better from something designed by Quirrell."

    'Why. Why am I...how I can I be...?'

    How could she be there, laughing? How...why was Matou there, speaking so casually - so cruelly about...

    ...wait. What had he said?

    Designed by...Quirrell?

    This didn't make any sense.

    Why would a creation of the Book of Spells speak like that?

    Unless...

    ...no...

    ...no...

    Nononononononononono!

    Was it...had she been opposing her classmates this entire time? Had she been planning to kill them...for extra credit?! Only for Matou to kill her first?!

    'No...'

    That horrible realization was the last thought she had, as her consciousness faded away, and everything went black.




    Back in the Great Hall, the spectators took in the gruesome sight of Miss Granger's death in silence, a bit unnerved by how quickly - and bloodily - her bid for glory had ended. Her death was followed by the fall of Mister Malfoy, whose broom was disabled as he made a bombing run over the army by none other than Assault Commander Eltnum herself.

    "You," he had snarled, as he raised himself to a crawling position, his body screaming in pain as he tried to put pressure on his...on his arm. He bit down, driven only by his hatred as he saw red, a particularly nasty curse coming to his lips. "I will end you! Cruc--"

    But before he could speak his spell, the purple-haired Commander completed hers, as a bolt of sickly green sped from her wand and struck him in the face, his body going limp in the snow.

    Miss Spencer, of course, had burned alive, due to one of the bottled fiendfyre bombs that Malfoy had dropped, along with most of Siege division.

    Still, the army advanced, slowly, methodically dismantling the rebel opposition and eventually breaking through into the fortress, where they slaughtered everyone within...with Matou Shinji being found in the Command Center, resisting to the last, his death triggering a terrible explosion that collapsed the base on the heads of the entire invading army.

    In the end, only one survived - Miss Moore, who had evacuated at Mister Matou's suggestion, as he was obviously more expendable than she.

    "...what just happened?" Zacharias Smith demanded, unable to comprehend the situation. "Who won?"

    "The rebels of course," someone insisted. "One of their number escaped, while the entire invading army died."

    "Is that really winning when your base, and most of your commanders are dead?" another countered. "Besides, if the Dark Lord controls a whole continent, this can't be all the forces he has left, while this was the last stand of the rebellion."

    "But as long as one person lives, the Rebellion isn't dead!" a Gryffindor spoke up. "Surely the righteous and right thinking will join Miss Moore, and they will strike down the Dark Lord in the end!"

    "This isn't a movie, Phelan," a chestnut-haired Japanese girl replied - a Hufflepuff, it seemed. "Things don't just turn around like that. Most people won't stand up like that, won't put their lives on the line, not when it is easier just to bend the knee."

    "What do you think, Professor?" another of the Gryffindors asked. A copper-haired girl who was quite pretty, if somewhat imperious. "Who won?"

    "Oh? Well, what I think is it doesn't matter who won, because none of you predicted this outcome," the Defense Professor said with a smile, as the entire room froze. "Which incidentally means the point totals of all four Houses are now negative." He chuckled, a sound filled with dark amusement. "After all, to win the Cup at the end of the year, a House must have a total above zero. I must congratulate you - all of you - for making this possible - for cratering the values of House Points so greatly that it is possible no amount of work by your peers may save them."

    Color drained from the faces of the students, as they realized just who their upperclassmen would blame for this turn of events.

    "B-but those points weren't ours to bet, were they?" Zacharias spoke up, trying desperately to dig himself out of this trap. "Y-you can't just take points away from us like this, can you?"

    "As a teacher, I can do more or less whatever I want with regards to your house points, so long as you give me a reason," Quirrell replied coldly, his stare causing Zacharias to shrink backwards, wishing he could sink into the ground. "And I have to say, Mister Smith, betting four hundred house points...more than Hufflepuff earned in all of last year - that is certainly a reason." He laughed then. "But...I am not without some mercy. If someone can tell me who the traitor was and explain why, I am willing to grant the house they belong to, oh...fifty points, shall we say? Of course, if you are simply guessing or are wrong, then you will lose your house a further twenty-five. So...any takers?"

    One hand went up in the entire crowd, unheeding of her classmates' pleas for her to not chance things any further.

    "Yes, Miss Suzuki?" the man said, calling on her. "Stand, if you will, and tell us who you think the traitor was."

    "You," the Japanese girl stated, pointing at the Defense Professor, as her classmates gasped. "You were the traitor, Professor."

    "Oh, and what makes you say that, Miss Suzuki?" the man asked solicitously.

    "Because both sides received their information from you," the Japanese girl said solemnly. "They trusted you to tell them what the situation was - to know what they were facing, yet you did not. You orchestrated the fall of both sides, betraying those who trusted you, betraying either side - and so in that, you are the traitor."

    "Say I was - why did I do it?"

    "Because you had a lesson you wanted to teach, and you used them to teach it," Natsumi reasoned. "You said yourself in our first class that there is no such thing as good or evil - that there is only power, and those too weak to seek it. So you exercised your power, and showed them that despite how strong they believed they were, they were still weak in the end."

    "And?"

    "And you taught us a lesson - to question our assumptions."

    "Like what?"

    "The assumption that house points wouldn't go below zero - or that magic made things easy. All the magical power in the world won't save you if you don't know what is happening. And all the knowledge in the world won't save you if you can't trust it - or those around you."

    Quirrell was silent for a long moment, long enough that people began to speak badly of Natsumi, thinking she had messed up - that she had cost them more points.

    "There is two bits you didn't mention. That you needed the courage to act in order to achieve your goals - much as Mister Matou did," the Defense Professor stated. "He understood that in the end, sacrifices sometimes needed to be made, and he made it in order to make sure some of his confederates lived. The second is that life is often messy - neither complete victory nor utter defeat are common, and plans often fail in the face of the enemy. Still, you touched on the key points, Miss Suzuki. Fifty points to Hufflepuff." And with that, he turned away, striding towards the doors to the exterior. "Dismissed."

    When Hermione Granger wakes up in the infirmary, she sees Professor Quirrell standing by her bedside, and her fellow Slytherins mostly lying in the beds next to her. What does she say to the man...?

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