Journey to a New Start ch 11

Chapter 11

Spotting Orion Black sitting at a table near the back corner of the Three Broomsticks Harold walked over to join him.


Pulling out a chair and sitting down, Harold leaned forward so once he lowered his voice it would be easier to hear. “This Voldemort fellow has reared his ugly head; he and his so called Death Eaters attacked a small town of mixed magical and non families on the edge of Berwick upon Tweed last night.”


Letting the rage he felt over that jumped up half bloods dark army cross his face briefly as he remembered how they cruelly tortured his youngest son to death when he did not immediately join on the bandwagon, telling them he needed to consider what they had to say.


Getting control of his emotions Orion knew that between Harold Potter the Patriarch of the Potter House and the fact he was the Patriarch of the Black House; between the two of them they controlled almost half of the old families in one way or another as Liege Lords.


“I think it is time for the two of us to call a conclave of those that look to our Houses for leadership, it is past time we put a stop to that crazy madman that calls himself Voldemort. We also need to inform the others we have sworn our service to the High Ones, and in turn they also, with their oaths to us, will follow the High Ones.”


“You do have a good point; that might cut down on the recruitment drive that madman is trying to start up again. The question is should we hold it jointly or separate?” Harold asked.


“Together, it is past time that the dark and light aligned meet and realize that they should strive for a middle ground between the two.” Orion said firmly, convinced that a middle ground was the only way to survive what was coming.


“Gray, a bland color but after talking to some of the High Ones I can see why gray is the direction we need to head in. No light or dark, only intention. As they intended when they gave us the gift.” Harold sat back also convinced this was the right thing to do.


‘The sooner the better I think, less chance that our people will be recruited.” Orion told him as he stood up pulling his wand out of his waist holster.


“Agreed, tomorrow night then.” Harold said as he followed suit and walked to the center of the pub not bothering with being discreet.


“Agreed.” Orion said as he stepped forward close to the Potter Patriarch and placed his wand between their two hands pressing it firmly so it did not move.


Placing his own wand in the palm of his hand and placing the wand into the opposite hand from Orion’s wand, the two men stood face to face, palm to palm with their wands between their palms and both started to chant as magic grew around them.


I Summon the Conclave to the place of old

Before the bell tolls midnight

Those that have sworn and oath to me

I summon thee

So Mote It Be


Both men chanted as the magic caused them to glow as they sent the message of summoning to all that looked towards them as Liege Lord or Patriarch.


As the pillar of magic shot out from between them magic carried the summons of a conclave meeting at Stonehenge tomorrow night to families long oath sworn to both of these men.


Several of the pubs patrons stiffened in shock as they felt magic touch them and inform them of the summoning, most did not realize that their families were beholden to the two men they watched in interest call for a conclave.


Stepping apart both men returned their wands to their individual resting places and turned to walk out when they stiffened as their House ring tingled in the signal of an emergency Wizengamot meeting.


Changing direction both headed for the fireplace and taking a small bag of purple colored Floo powder out of their pocket they each took a pinch and threw it in the fire activating the security floo which would connect the Wizengamot floo with this one briefly.


Not bothering to call out the unneeded destination both men disappeared into the purple flames.


The first thing Harold noticed when he stepped out of the fireplace was the long thought adornments were glowing, not only glowing they were blinking.


Racking his brain for what that meant he overheard Orion whisper. “The Alarm informing one and all the High Ones walk amongst us once again.”


The second thing he noticed was all the stares directed a the two of them as they walked into the chamber and a good two thirds of those present sent them half bows of the head in acknowledgement of the summoning.


The last thing he noticed after the subtle nudge from Orion was the headmasters calculating look sent their way as he took in the actions of their fellow Wizengamot members.


Among the last to arrive once they took their seats the doors were closed and sealed and Dumbledore picked up the ancient stone that was used as a gavel since the founding of the Wizengamot and hit the top of the sounding block three times.


Once everyone had settled down and all attention was on him, Albus cleared his throat. “I call to order this emergency session of the Wizengamot. First order of business is to inform you all that the alarms ringing throughout every ministry in the world right now is to inform us that the High Ones have been spotted amongst Wizarding kind once more.”


Ever one for dramatics Albus spread his hands and told them gravely. “Now we must come to a decision on what to do about them.”


Cries of outrage at the headmaster’s words along with cries of support in defense brought the room to the brink of chaos, the headmasters yell quieted them down somewhat as they listened to him speak. “PLEASE…Please let me explain what happened.”


Albus hoped for this very reaction, he wanted to be able to be seen as the one guiding them towards reason. “This afternoon a team of Aurors stopped a person that at the time they did not know was one of the High Ones. This person was not cooperative and one of our Aurors in an attempt to control the situation fired off a low level stunner at the person and as a result he suffered a most terrible thing.”


Albus gave a long pause before stating. “His magic was ripped out of him. Not something that would seem suitable punishment for a simple stunner.”


Sitting back down his carefully worded statement did as he had planned, chaos broke out.


Standing up from his chair Harold walked over to the Black family seat and said. “We have to put a stop to this before Albus orchestrates the loss of magic to every witch and wizard in the world.”


Aiming his wand at the ceiling Orion stood up and cast “Potnetia telum.”


Everyone was silenced as a lightening bolt formed from the impact point of the spell and discharged on the floor with an ear shattering sound.


Walking into the center of the floor and facing the shocked Wizengamot members Harold Potter and Orion Black glared at their fellow members as all eyes stared at them in shock.


The use of magic in the Wizengamot chambers had been forbidden since the inception of this ruling body.


Albus was shocked he had thought to give everyone a few more minutes to work themselves up before he calmed them down.


“Sit down and shut up.” Orion Black told them angrily.


“Albus your play on words is unwelcome at this moment and you have unnecessarily created chaos in this august body, chaos that could lead to the loss of magic for every witch and wizard.” Harold spat out as he glared at the headmaster. “So kindly shut up you bloody fool.”


“As far as Albus’s words leading one to believe that the loss of magic of this Auror was a punitive measure, may I remind every single one of you here today of your history lessons.” Orion glared at each of the members individually before continuing. “To cast any magic at any High One no matter the purpose is to cause the immediate loss of the gift for that person. That was what our ancestors agreed to when the gift was offered to the race of man all the years ago.”


“Do not forget that this attack, for clearly it was an attack if a stunner sent at one of the High Ones was dealt with exactly as promised if we ever used magic of any type against the ones who gave us the gift.” Harold told the now subdued members of the Wizengamot.


“And as far as your leading words on asking us what to do with them as you put it Albus Dumbledore.” Orion sneered in contempt. “We do nothing other than apologize, and pray long and hard to whatever gods we each believe in that it does not awaken the ire of the High Ones.”


“And our doom.” Harold finished as he continued to glare at the headmaster.


Standing up Albus tried to save the situation. “Please, there is no need to be foretelling doom of the magical world, after all it was one of our own that is the injured party, clearly this so called High One was the one in the wrong, he should have just cooperated with our Law enforcement Auror for the greater good of us all.”


Making his way down to the floor he missed the shocked and incredulous looks from all the older family Wizengamot members.


“Surely you see that we cannot be fighting on two fronts now that the self proclaimed Dark Lord Voldemort has returned to our shores and has begun his attacks.” Albus tried to sway the members of the Wizengamot by putting a little bit of his magic behind his words.


Shaking his head in horrified amazement that Albus would even suggest fighting the High Ones, Harold spoke out against Albus for the first time in his memory of any Wizengamot session. “I am sorry Albus but you clearly do not have the greater good of Wizarding kind in mind when you suggest fighting against those who gave us the gift of magic. If we allow you to continue in this vane you will doom us all.”


Making plans to talk to the Hogwarts board as soon as possible to replace Albus, Orion spoke out not giving Albus a chance to reply. “Sadly when one of our members speaks openly in this way, to attack the very ones who gave us our wondrous gift it is time to take a stand against them.”


All eyes on him now he spoke the words he hoped he never would have to, hoping that Albus was just misguided and could see reason. “I make a motion to herby remove one Albus Dumbledore from any position of Authority and membership of this ruling body.”


“You can’t do this, not at a time when we need to be pulling together.” Albus cried out. “Think man of the greater good of our people.”


“He is Albus.” Harold stepped forward. “I second the motion to remove Albus Dumbledore from any position of power and membership within this august body.”


Shocked Albus stepped back and whispered. “Harold how could you do this to me. Think about it, the dark will see this as an advantage and strike while we are dealing with those that have not had the decency to realize their time has past.”


Millicent the current Minister For Magic stood up and walked to the seat normally occupied by Dumbledore and picked up the rock and banged it on the sounding board three times to get every ones attention. “By ancient law a motion has been put before this body and seconded, does any of the honored members wish to speak against the motion?”


Stepping forward quickly Albus spoke loudly. “I wish to speak against this motion, clearly the motion is driven by personal nature.”


Banging the rock three more times Millicent looked down upon Albus Dumbledore with disgust. “As the motion is to remove you for your attempted crimes against magic from this body, you are not allowed to speak. This after all is not a trial, but a vote of no confidence. By our laws you are supposed to uphold YOU…MAY…NOT…SPEAK.” She banged the rock down one more time for good measure.


Glancing both ways at the seated members she told them. “All in favor of removing Albus Dumbledore Stand, those who wish for him to remain stay seated.”


Albus trembled with anger and shock as he watched member after member stand up, all told of the fifty Wizengamot members only eight of them staid seated.


“How could you do this at a time when we need to be seen as standing together? A time when war is breaking out on the land as Voldemort attacks everything we are in his bid to purify anything he sees as different or not as acceptable.” Albus scolded them but was interrupted from furthering his rant.


“Enough, the motion carries in magic So Mote It Be. From this moment on Albus Dumbledore you are stripped of all titles and offices other than headmaster of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry.” Millicent banged the rock down three more times, the sound echoing around the room.


Albus paled as he felt Magic strip away his titles, he always thought that was an exaggerated myth used to control Wizengamot members, like fairy tales of the old.


“Albus Dumbledore you are herby expelled in shame.” Millicent told him sadly after seeing the magic strip his titles, and that little bit of extra power that came with them.


After being escorted out of the chambers and the doors sealed once more Millicent sat down and wondered what would happen next.


Clearing his throat Harold stepped forward. “Before we deal with the upstart dark lord let me assure all of you that the High Ones mean us no harm, though I am sure Albus will not see it that way after finding out how disappointed they are in finding out the state of our education system.”


“You talk as if you have had conversations with the High Ones.” Madam Marchbanks pointed out.


“I have, several times in fact with more than one of the High Ones.” Harold said calmly knowing the uproar he was about to cause.


“In fact both our families along with the Lupin’s had dinner with their head healer several nights ago in the dining hall of the Lord High One.” Orion told the shocked assembly.


“Though the Lord of the lands did apologize for not joining us for Dinner, we later found out that was because he was meeting with the other three lords of the great kingdoms.” Harold broke in and explained.


“We found out many interesting things on the tour of the grounds after leaving the healers hall.” Orion smiled at the memory of their tour.


Intrigued Madam Marchbanks leaned forward. “Like what?”


“Did you know that a master in a chosen field receives a mark upon completing their mastery, it seems we have lost that ability, and with out the master mark a large portion of magic can not be taught to the students.” Orion told her thinking since she was the head of the education testing committee she would be interested.


Cringing a little Harold told them. “The chief healer was not pleased when she found out that our children were not being taught to access their magic properly, as only a marked master could guide them and we no longer have any marked masters teaching our children.”


Facing his friend Orion spoke to him, yet loud enough for the others to hear. “Not many people can scare me, but after she became angry I took several steps back, so I could make an escape if needed.”


Snorting Harold told Orion. “That is all well and good, but I was on the other side of her and no easy escape route was forthcoming on my side.”


“Are you telling us that you not only have talked with the High Ones but dined with them also?” Antoine Greengrass asked.


“Actually we spent several days and nights in the Lands of the one Lord as his healers cured young Remus Lupin of the curse of Lycanthropy that he contracted. Maybe if Dumbledore was not so worried about things he should not have nosed into he would have notified the board a student was missing.” Orion sneered at Dumbledore’s seemingly incompetence.


After an hour of answering questions about their visit with the High Ones and what they were like, they finally convinced the members of the Wizengamot that the High Ones were not intending on sitting in judgment.


This brought the conversation back to Voldemort’s attacks last night, which seem to be the jump off for another attempt to terrorize Wizarding Britain with the goal of becoming ruler over magical and muggle.


“With the High Ones walking among us once again we must make this our top priority, if just one of these madmen where to attack with one of the unforgivables it could result in the High Ones deciding to wipe us out.” Antoine Greengrass stood up as he spoke that frightening proclamation.


Orion and Harold looked at each other as silence fell over the chambers and Harold finally admitted. “While I don’t wish to admit it, if they were to attack and injure one of the children or students I do not think Lord Arkenea’ghymn would hold back in declaring war, the others would follow very quickly if he were to do so.”


Madame Marchbanks slowly stood up and spoke very clearly and her words echoed through the chambers. “I move that we give extraordinary powers of enforcement to our Auror corps. Any one caught in the act of injuring or terrorizing another that wears the brand of that madman is to be sentenced to death. If in the course of committing their crimes, they raise a wand to the responding Aurors, it shall be met with force that includes the allowed use of the killing curse for our own forces against those following that madman.”


At the other end of the long table one of the older members leaned on the table as he stood up also. “If Albus was here to hear this proposal he would do everything in his power to override you and keep this from coming to a vote.”


Looking down the long table at some of the members that were firmly in the headmasters corner he finished. “And he would be wrong. I second the motion.”


Millicent shakily stood up and picked up the stone and with trembling arms she hit the sounding board three times, which somehow seemed louder in the silence.


“The motion is to give war time powers to our Auror corps including authorizing the use of the killing curse to those marked death eaters in service to the madman known as Voldemort. It is also part of the motion that being a branded follower of Voldemort shall be a death sentence.” Visibly swallowing the Minister for Magic straightened up before saying. “All those against said motion remain seated.”


Even before she finished there was the sound of chairs being pushed back and robes rustling as people stood up quickly.


“All those in favor stand up.” Millicent finished saying as she glanced around the table, and saw not a single person still sitting.


Striking the sounding board three times the Minister for Magic said in a trembling voice. “Let it be known that war has been declared on Voldemort and those that follow him. Death is our answer to his terror. So Mote It Be.”


XXX


Albus was beyond furious as he walked up the lane from Hogsmeade towards Hogwarts. What was wrong with these people did they not understand the concept of, for the greater good.


Not only that but whatever magic was used to strip him of his titles took away some of his own magic as well, there was no way he could let that stand, he needed all of his magic to be the most powerful wizard of this time.


Who else would guide and protect the rest of the world if he was not powerful, if it was not for the fact that he was linked to Hogwarts and received a significant power boost he would not have been able to defeat Grindlewald, he shuddered to think what would happen if he would loose that magic.


Something would have to be done to Harold Potter to make sure his son James stayed as a student and kept him from pulling him out of school, Albus thought that he might have to arrange something for the greater good of the world if Harold did not fall in line.


So lost in his fuming he did not notice the approach of his deputy headmistress Minerva McGonagall or his long time friend Alastor Moody.


“So got your butt handed to you old friend.” Alastor interrupted Albus’s fuming.


Glaring at the Auror captain Albus replied through gritted teeth. “That is not a joking matter Alastor.”


“I never implied that it was.” Alastor scolded right back.


“Not more than five minutes after you had left the Wizengamot chambers every person in the ministry building knew what had happened to you.” Alastor told him calmly.


“If I were you I would be worried about my job as Headmaster right now.” Alastor told him as he refused to back down from the glare he was receiving.


“Alastor you are treading on very dangerous ground right now.” Albus told him coldly.


“Albus I warned you over your obsession with that boy.” Minerva broke in exasperated at his obsessive tendencies lately.


Taking a step back after Albus glared at her and flared his aura at her Minerva decided that maybe it was time to re-evaluate her loyalties.


“I have no time for you gloating today Alastor so kindly take yourself elsewhere, preferably off school grounds.” Albus told him heatedly.


“I did not come her to gloat at you Albus; rather I am here in an official capacity under orders from the DMLE to check you for the dark mark. Roll up your sleeves Albus.” Alastor ordered.


Minerva gaped at the two men as Albus rounded on his long time friend and raised his wand.


Alastor who also had his wand out told the headmaster in a voice that could freeze water in the summer time. “If you have the dark mark by pulling your wand on me it is an automatic death sentence Albus, we have been authorized to use the killing curse so I am warning you do as you’re told.” Alastor Moody ordered as he prepared to duel.


Stunned Albus let his arm drop to the side and whispered. “What were they thinking how could they do something so evil.”


Motioning with his wand for Albus to raise his sleeves Alastor told him. “They were thinking that it is time to stop pissing around and to stop this Voldemort and his followers once and for all.”


“But what about the ones who truly do not want to be in service to that monster.” Albus asked still shocked.


“Doesn’t matter to me one way or the other. If they do the crime and resist when we come to take them into custody they will be put down like the mad dogs they are acting like.” Alastor told him. “Your arms Albus. Show them to me now I won’t ask again.”


Sliding his sleeves up slowly as he tried to take in the shocking news Albus exposed his fore arms to the Auror captain.


Nodding his head Alastor told him. “You can go now Albus.”


Albus started to walk away in a daze as all his carefully laid out plans were starting to fall apart, how in the Merlin’s name did it come to this. After all his guiding the next generations how did it come to violence so quickly?


Minerva watched her dazed mentor walk off towards the castle and was interrupted when Alastor spoke of the conclave the next evening. “You’ve received the summons then?”


“Yes, though I am not sure if it wise to go; especially now with Albus the way he is acting.” Minerva softly told him.


“That’s no reason to endanger or loose your magic. An oath was sworn by the head of your line all those years ago, the oath binds all the descendents to that oath also. If you do not want to loose your magic find a way to be there, it might be better if you left right now to be assured you are not followed.” Alastor told her before he walked away, back towards the edge of the wards so he could return to the DMLE.


“Think about it, who will be here for the children if you loose your magic.” Alastor fired a parting salvo as he disappeared with a loud crack.


“Who will indeed?” Minerva said out loud to the empty air.


Making her decision she started for the village and the nearest floo so she could make her way to McGonagall manor to prepare for tomorrow night.


XXX


Harry and the other three Lords of the High Elf’s had spent most of the afternoon pouring over the history texts from his world comparing them to what was going on in this one, trying to find where the divergence started and how that divergence had changed from what he knew.


So far by going backwards from the time had arrived he had learned several important points.

Tom Riddle had not succeeded in gaining the pure blood support he had in his own world during his first rise to power, something to do with his choice of first Lieutenant, a monster that liked to torture young children for his pleasure, someone who in his world was killed the same day Grindlewald was.


That person did not take anything but an enthusiastic yes for an answer when he approached several of the Old and Noble Patriarchs, when they hesitated he would torture their youngest to death as a warning of what would come if they did not join with his master.


Seems no one told him that pissing off the people you want to join your cause is not the way to recruit.


So Voldemort had been set back several years on his rise to power and was just now starting his reign of terror, where in his world he had already been well into the first war by now.


Another surprise was that Nicholas Flamel in this world never created the Sorcerer’s Stone and as such his subtle influence could be clearly seen for the detriment of Wizarding society when you compared the two histories.


So that was partially offset by the fact that the Old Ones in his world or the High Elf’s did not completely disappear after training Merlin in this world like they did in his old one.


The Albus in this world was also credited with the destruction of the Dark Lord Grindlewald, but the difference was that instead of a duel he killed Grindlewald by assassination in this world.


Pushing his notes away from him Harry leaned back in his chair and stretched, trying to bring some relief to his protesting muscles.


The changes in this world seemed to hinge on three things, first the High Elf’s never left this world, then Flamel never developed the Stone and influenced the shaping of the ministry and lastly instead of flocking to Voldemort the pure bloods, who were much more grounded in the tails of the gift of magic coming from the High Ones, openly scorned and shrank back from that madman.


Pulling the notes closer to him Saero noticed right away three sections circled. “So these are the key points that led to the differences in your old world.”


Nodding his head Harry moved his shoulders to relieve the cramp between his shoulder blades. “It seems those three key points lead us to the differences, And after reading the histories of this world I no longer believe that having Flamel around for six hundred years shaping the ministry from the background was a good thing, I mean look at how corrupt the ministry was compared to the one here!”


“And not being the apprentice of the well renown Alchemist has left the Albus in this world to a different path and not able to plan his machinations as thoroughly as the other one did.” Harry told them as he stood up and walked over to a bookcase against the wall and pulled a book out far enough to push a hidden panel.


Two of the bookcases slid out of the way revealing the entranceway to a super modern kitchen.


Saero the only one that knew how Harry lost control over being able to cook for himself, laughed openly. “You bloody went and did it, didn’t you?”


Pulling sandwich fixings out of the cooler Harry smirked and muttered. “Teach her to kick me out of my kitchen.”


Saero the only one that had been there that day broke down laughing as Harry returned with the food.


After finishing the impromptu lunch Trava’in gazed at the long shelves full of books and said. “You had great foresight to bring so many of your worlds texts along with you on your Journey.”


Putting down his glass Harry looked n the direction Trava’in was looking and replied as he thought back to the early days of the war. “Not really, everything you see here was my best friend Ron’s doing.”


Saero was surprised and asked, “And not your friend Hermione? I would have thought with her love of books you mentioned time and again in your journal she would have been the one to create this place.”


Wincing Harry said with a sigh. “No this place was built long after I killed her.”


Seeing the shocked looks on their faces including Saero, which Harry thought odd, he then remembered that the journal he had given him to read did not cover the biggest part of the war, as he felt at the time it would not tell him how he grew into who he was.


He had decided to write two separate journals, the one Hermione had started when she was still sane and the other after he had found himself so to speak, and wrote out all the memories of the war.


Sighing, he had opened his mouth he might as well tell the tale so they would not think the worst.


“I think without the proper prospective that little statement I just let slip makes me sound, well not so much as dangerous as I am extremely dangerous to the wrong persons, but slightly unbalanced.” Harry said softly loosing himself in the memories.


“I met Hermione for the first time on the Hogwarts express during my first year, there we were, Ron and I sitting in our compartment when a brown bushy haired girl stormed in and in a bossy tone demanded if we had seen Neville’s, some one who later became a friend, pet toad as he had lost him.

Then she saw that Ron was about to try casting a spell and sat down and demanded to be shown, then she critiques it when it did not work and told him she of course had preformed all the ones she tried.

After all three of us were sorted into the same house at school, Hermione with her bossy nature drove everyone away that tried to be friendly with her.

I think the only thing that drew me to her and made me draw her into the friendship I had started with Ron was that she was being bullied, bullied to the point she finally could not take it any more and brought her to tears.

We became known as the Gryffindor trio.

Most of the time I gave in to her bossy nature as it was easier to deal with and keep the peace; I had not been allowed to have friends after all growing up by my ever so loving relatives.

Over the years she had become secure in the knowledge that she was the boss of the group, at least in her eyes.

If there was one thing that could be said Hermione worshipped, that would be books and the knowledge that could be gleaned from their pages.

And to even consider that the knowledge passed down in those pages could be wrong or tainted was sacrilegious, and as she aged that stance became more entrenched in her personality.


Now I am going to skip ahead slightly, it was about three years after Dumbledore had been murdered in front of me, by a man he had trusted even though all evidence said otherwise, that I stumbled onto the fact of what the headmaster had done to me.

By mistake a new cart driver at Gringotts took me to my family vault that I had never had prior knowledge of, he was later beheaded for his mistake as the Goblins had hoped that if I did not claim it would go to them per the treaty of 1759.

Imagine my surprise to find out that my family was ancient, extremely ancient and predated most of the most noble and ancient houses.

Not only that, but for most of that time they kept extremely well informed journals that were left in the family vault. Thousands of year’s worth of history was at my fingertips, or so I thought.

It seemed that Dumbledore found a way past the protections when he had himself named as my regent and stripped my family vault of all knowledge he could get his hands on.

To bad he missed the most important piece, the location of this outpost, the hidden city of knowledge.

Ron of course made me swear an oath that I would never take anyone to this location unless it was life or death.

He wanted it to be a place I could call my sanctuary from the war, a place where I could learn and gain the knowledge and skills needed to end the war.

He was afraid that after I won and Voldemort was defeated the people would turn on me and try to destroy their savior.

You see Ron is the only other person beside me that had stepped foot in this place of sanctuary on my world for a thousand and a half years.

He built this library, and he is also the one that guided me in a plan to leave the Wizarding world once the war was over, near the end after I had discovered a way to cross worlds he made me promise him that once the war was over I would leave our world to a new place.

It was the last thing he asked me to do before dying.

It was two years after finding this place that I found a way to copy tomes with a charm that would erase what was copied after two weeks time.

I had felt this was the best way to keep this knowledge out of the hands of death eaters yet at the same time allowing select others to study these tomes to help find the answer to destroying those soul containers Voldemort created as a way to bind his soul to the earth.

Hermione was overjoyed and awed at the tomes I brought for her to study; she had just recently lost all her family to death eaters and had immersed herself into finding new ways to stop them that I overlooked the signs of her cracking.

For almost a year she never realized that the tomes I allowed her to borrow were charmed to disappear, as she finished them before the charm came into play, then one day she had secretly replaced some of the tomes I had let her borrow with simple charms texts.

She wanted to study and perfect the crystal magic that I had begun using; of course she would never ever consider that some skills are gifts and could never be learned.

She had gone to where she had hidden her secret hoard of books and found blank journals in the place of the tomes she had stolen.”


Harry shook his head sadly as the memories took over and he was lost in the horrors of the war, a single tear slowly falling down his check.


“She hunted me and Ron down that day, and I think if it was not for Ron interfering I would have had to kill her in self defense that day.

Ron later told me he found her taking my trunk apart in her search for the books thinking since she had found the charms texts she had replaced my tomes with there had to be a secret compartment in the trunk that held my library.

From that day forward she called me and considered me to be a heretic, a heretic that was withholding precious knowledge that she thought was hers by right.

A month after Ron caught her vandalizing my trunk she disappeared.

Two months later the first of the bodies started to show up, bodies that did not belong to either side of the war.

Six months later a new front opened up in the war, this time only pure bloods and half bloods were targeted.

And they were targeted for breeding a new race designed by the hand of one Hermione Granger a new Dark Lord, or lady if you will.

She was capturing magical folks and breeding them with non magical people in the attempt to create a new people and stamp out pure bloods, pure bloods that had created most of the misery in her mind.

A year Later Ron had been captured by this new force, and because I had created a new tracking crystal that was small enough to lodge in the skin without being noticed, I tracked him down and proceeded to rescue him and the others I found enslaved at Hermione’s fortress.

Using some of the new magic’s I had mastered, I drained her core before using another type of Crystal under development to collapse her magical core forever.

I was intending on leaving her alive and without magic when she somehow found the strength to pick up a weapon and sneak up on me with the intention of seeing me dead, even if it meant that Voldemort would win, She would see me dead for foiling her plans and not giving her what she thought was hers by right.

My library.

Not wanting to give her a second shot, I returned fire with the weapon I had been developing to be the final solution for Voldemort and she was killed, soul destroyed forever barred from any sort of afterlife or as the old fool liked to call it the next great adventure.” Harry snorted.


Harry got up and went over to the charmed window on the wall, it was charmed to show a vision of Hogwarts when he was young and naive. “You might as well hear the rest, now that I have told you this much.”


“Five years after Hermione died, the world was at war, the magical war had finally spilled over into the non magical world, and they had the better weapons.

Luckily after several tense months a compromise was reached and we had new allies in our fight against the darkest lord since the dawn of time.

Luckily for us, magical strike teams had taken out all the nuclear weapons early on once our world was exposed, and as the prophesied one and the new leader of the light forces I gave my blessing to take out those weapons, after the fact.

Several more years would pass and the fighting had brought the world from the space age back to the brink of the early times of the last world war, of propellers and rockets with people once again using beasts of burden to plow the fields to plant crops.

Two years later the Americans attacked with germ warfare, they had secretly been trying to isolate the genes that created magical people and spliced them with some of the deadliest forms of disease out there.

Not only that since we had been exposed and they were supposed to be our allies they knew where most of the hidden enclaves were.

So one night they released their virus and dropped nerve gas on our hidden enclaves killing countless thousands.

They never took into account that we might be able to counter their virus with a simple potion a thirteen year old learns to brew.

When the cries of outrage and vengeance got too loud, I told them to do as they wished in retribution.

Two weeks later a country of over a billion people had only thousands left alive.

Most of the rest of the world was not in any better shape, the world started with over six billion people and by the time the war was over there were maybe a million or more left alive.”


Turning to face the very quiet Lords that had listened to his horrified words they noticed he was silently crying.


“The things we had to do to survive, in the end it was not really worth it.” Harry said soft enough only the Elf’s could hear.


Staring at the three leaders of the Elven peoples Harry whispered. “I have never had peace; I think after everything I have been called on to do in my life I deserve to have some peace.”


Saero was awed that one so young remained sane with what he had gone through and answered slowly as he rose to comfort the young lord. “You have more than earned rest and peace here among your new people young Lord.”


Soon Harry was wrapped in the warm and loving embrace of the three most powerful men in the world as they reaffirmed that he was welcome amongst them.