Unrest in the House of Light

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"Mister Potter."

"Lucius," replied Harry, ignoring the well-appointed drawing room, and wondering if there was some sort of safe under the carpet.

"You have your meeting, Mister Potter. What is it that you want from me?"

"There's a problem in the muggle world, and I'm worried about it spilling over into the magical."

"You're worried about this?"

"Well, me, Hermione, a number of other muggleborn who can see the writing on the wall."

"This isn't about that 'youtube' thing that had the obliviators worried, is it?"

"No. This is actually dangerous."

"Oh, good," said Lucius, rolling his eyes. "Let's hear it, Potter."

"Right. I'm going to use an analogy for this, but all of this is with muggle mechanics. Suppose you build a golem loyal to you."

"Alright. You have a golem."

"It cast a few basic curses, flame, freezing, explosive, and can survive a few explosive curses before you break it, but it's still a golem."

"Fine, fine."

"Suppose that golem can build other golems, just like itself."

That drew Lucius to a halt, and he raised an eyebrow.

"It would be an impressive feat of magic."

"Suppose those golems then built a building called a factory, that did nothing but build more of those golems, say twenty or thirty a day."

"You could have an army in a month or two. Dangerous, but not unstoppable."

"And if you used that army to build a larger factory, one that churned out hundreds of golems a day, and used those golems to build more factories and more factories?"

Lucius poured himself a glass of whiskey and drank it.

"Loyal to one person?" he asked.

Harry nodded.

"How bad is it?"

"Ireland and Scotland have already fallen, and the golems are marching towards London now. Iceland and Greenland have gone completely dark to the muggles, and there's fighting in Norway and Finland as we speak. America and Europe are sending troops into England, but they have no idea where the factories are and these things are completely different from anything anybody's ever fought before. The weapons they have are straight out of muggle fiction, and they don't have the ability to keep up. The muggles are losing, and losing badly."

"So another lunatic, this time a muggle one," said Lucius, sinking into his wingback chair. "We have to fight, don't we?"

"It's looking that way. At the very least, they'll have to figure out a different way of getting the kids out of Scotland, seeing as all the rails have been ripped up."

"And what is this lunatic's name?" asked Lucius as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his free hand.


Author's Notes: This is what happens when you listen to The Protomen while mulling over how to work on fics. I feel that Dr. Albert Wily is the perfect enemy for the Wizarding World. Both of them are completely batshit insane, and both of them work from a background so devoid of logic they're perfect for each other.

Think about it. Wizard's method of point-to-point communication? Throw this powder in that fire, and then stick your face into it. Wily's top soldiers? Well, there's this guy who throws a pair of scissors attached to his head, and then there's the cute eskimo, and then there's the guy who's head is on fire. I'm sorry, the sheer absurdity of the opposing forces would make this to be absolutely amazing. It doesn't even need the possibility of Doctor Light and Megaman to be amazing, and depending on how Megaman is used, will just make it even better.

As to other stories, Elsewhere/Elsewhen hates me with a fiery vengeance and passion. Jamie Evans Part Deux is slow going, and I'll start posting it once I'm halfway done. When that'll be is entirely up in the air.