A Frightening Thought
A frightening look into a changed future.
A fic about reality being crossed with fiction.
Don't own, no profit, etc.
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Steps echoed on the concrete stairs as a man with messy black hair made his way down. He was dressed in a suit and tie, as he walked a small smile was on his face.
As the man crossed the parking garage a voice sounded out.
"James! James over here!" Another man shouted with a wave of his hand, he was also dressed in a suit and tie.
"Amos!" James replied with a beckoning wave.
"Don't even have to question why you are here!" Amos shouted as he made his way across the garage floors his shoes letting out loud echoes as he went.
As the men reached they embraced in a hug slapping each other on the back.
"So am I right? Young Harry is to attend next year?" Amos said as he and James made their way across the garage toward a grassy hill, where hundreds of hushed voices could be heard.
James puffed out his chest proudly "Yes indeed Amos, my son is to attend next year." James finished eyeing Amos curiously.
"Didn't mean to offend James." Amos said holding up his hands in an innocent gesture.
"Still you cannot deny that the talk has all been about Riddle and Dumbledore, the attack on the boy?" Amos responded with a curious glance as he and James reached a street.
James shot Amos a glare before they crossed the road and made their way up to the hill on the other side.
As the two made their way up the hill Amos spoke again "I'm just saying those two meddling fools have made us all wonder? I mean is Harry the Chosen One?" Amos said a hint of curiosity on his face.
James paused for a moment as Amos stopped a few steps ahead of him.
"What are you getting at Amos?" James said a stern look on his face.
Amos licked his lips nervously "Listen James I'm just saying rumors have been floating around. You know the rumors that Harry will finish off Riddle and Dumbledore and end the war. Grindelwald did promise it after all." Amos said with a shrug.
James stared at Amos for a moment before nodding "I'll admit that much has been brought up regarding my son and the attempt on his life by Riddle and Dumbledore, but still there is a weariness in my heart that doesn't believe it." James finished as he began to make his way up the hill
"Still, Harry should be well protected…" Amos said making his way after James.
"What do you mean?" James muttered as he climbed the hill.
"Well, I mean he should be looked after and trained extremely well." Amos said with a nod.
"I suppose so." James replied.
The two walked up the rest of the hill in silence. Just before they reached the crest Amos reached out and grabbed James his face a bit tense.
"James I didn't mean to upset you in anyway. I just meant you… I mean Harry is the hope now."
"I understand Amos." James muttered with a nod.
After a somber moment James grinned.
"Now let us go and witness the glory of the Third Reich."
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Swastikas hung everywhere as the magical graduating students marched in unison to sounds of a marching band made up of younger students. Other younger stuAdents were shouting their approval from the sides as they watched their elders leave their various schools of magic.
Parents looked on in pride beyond the younger students from the hillside. James and Amos looked on from above. "Ah there he is, Cedric, one day he will march in such greatness." Amos said motioning to his son whom he spotted amongst the group of students cheering gleefully.
James nodded "One day my son will to." James muttered as the music and the marching came to a halt.
The crowd hushed, as a few figures made their way out onto the stage. The Fuhrer stood proudly along side Himmler and Grindelwald as he eyed the crowd and began his speech.
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A short distance away, but far enough to be out of hearing range a group of soldiers in black and brown bore the symbols of the SS. They stood at a barricade as an oncoming group of marchers came closer.
The group waved banners and posters screaming, "We want Freedom!"
As the group reached the barricade a few clubs were brandished and swung. Jets of light went here and there knocking back the oncoming protesters.
Finally one of the officers looked to his superior, who held up his wand a small flame burning from the tip as he lit up a cigarette. The man had long blondish gray hair. He held a cane with a snake at the head of it. He shot a glare at the group of fanatical protesters before nodding to his subordinate.
The officer raised his hand and shouted a few orders… finally he dropped his hand.
The sight was terrifying at best, gunfire rang out as blood splattered here and there, dark green jets of light shot out tossing lifeless bodies like rag dolls. Flames erupted as the people ran about screaming in agony as they burned.
It was all over by the time the commanding officer dropped his cigarette butt to the ground.
Lucius Malfoy looked out at the decimated crowd of would-be protesters. Blood poured out here and there from wounds. Lucius ignored that as he watched his soldiers throw body after body into the back of a truck.
"Clean this mess up… now! Hurry the Fuhrer is due through this sector in a few moments!"
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End Intro.
The Allies lost WWII, now the Third Reich and its allies control most of the world. The magical world is found out and converted into the Nazi ranks.
Some resisted, Albus Dumbledore and Tom Riddle are now allies attempting to lead a resistance movement with a handful of muggle and magical people.
Still there is hope… the Chosen One is that hope. Will Harry Potter fall for the smoke and mirrors of the Nazi regime or will he follow his own path and join the fight against the Third Reich?
