Harry Potter and the Bleak Future
A Harry Potter A/U
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling and not to me. I only hope to do some justice to her creations. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
AN: I got the idea for this story after seeing some "propaganda" posters on and Buzz feed. Set in a future where Voldemort won the war. *May contain spoilers from Deathly Hallows.* PLEASE REVIEW
It was late, as the tall, lanky red, haired man crept down the street toward Beauxbaton's School of Witchcraft. The shops along Belle Allée de Vision were dark, and staring out of the windows, were pictures of him. The stranger looked over his shoulder as he made the last dash toward the school. He stopped short as he saw the overly large poster attached to the door, even though they had been up for six years, since the Battle for Hogwarts, he was still surprised to see all the pictures together.
On the top of the poster emblazoned in red text read, 'WANTED:', and on the bottom read, 'For Multiple Crimes Wizarding Kind'. Around the edges of the poster was a smaller picture of him along with four others, and they all surrounded one larger picture of a man with dark hair, green eyes, John Lennon circular glasses, and a distinctive lightning bolt scar on his forehead. It was labeled Harry Potter with a bounty of 100,000 Galleons.
All the pictures were labeled with prices on their heads, starting from the top, going clockwise, was the picture of the red haired man, Ronald Weasley (39,000 G), next was a picture of a bushy brown haired, attractive woman labeled Hermione Granger (42,000 G).
At the four o'clock position was a pretty, long blonde haired woman, with a scar across her right cheek, a gift from the Hogwarts battle, Luna Lovegood (34,000 G), 'even in this picture she still looks flighty', Ron thought.
The next picture at the eight o'clock position was a thinner, but still plump, brown haired, confused looking man named Neville Longbottom (38,000 G). Ron knew that looks were deceiving when it came to Neville; he had become a strong and confident wizard since school ended with that fateful and vicious battle.
The last picture showed a fiery red haired woman whose anger flared through the image and would make the bravest person take a step back. Ron felt a pang of regret and guilt at having his sister Ginerva (Ginny) Weasley (40,000 G) included in this group photo, but he also knew that she would be the first to curse you if you called her a mere girl. Ron knew the current location of most of this group of friends since they all separated and went on the run, everyone but Harry Potter.
As far as the wizarding world suspected he was dead. The current Minister of Magic, Bellatrix Lestrange declared it so after everyone saw him disappear in a flash of light during his duel with Voldemort. There were enough sightings and rumors floating around, to keep his name at the top of the Undesirable List, and on the wanted posters with a reward of 100,000 Galleons on his head. Everyone else had a reward but Harry's was of course the largest. At the end of the Hogwarts battle Ron alone, to the best of his knowlege, had received an owl from Harry telling him that he disapparated because he could not defeat Voldemort and that it was best if he made it look like he was gone to save as many lives as possible. Just thinking about the owl made Ron mad at the gall of his best friend. The last he had heard, Harry had been seen jumping the country to America. Now there had been zero confirmed sightings of him in six long, desperate, bleak years.
Ron was now going to Beauxbaton to meet with one of his underground contacts. The underground was a combination of former Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore's Army members. Their primary goal was overthrowing the current Ministry set up when Voldemort seized power and protecting the Muggle world, whom the Death Eaters were attacking on a daily basis, for a spot of fun. The underground had surrounded the Muggle Minister and the rest of the British Muggle Government with loyal former Aurors such as Kingsley Shacklebolt and John Williamson. Ron, was in France, because it was the last place in both worlds that people would think to look for him.
Pulling out his wand Ron performed the disillusionment charm on himself so that he could get through the security charms placed on the French school building. Ron gasped audibly when he crossed the threshold. Everything Fluer had said during the Tri-wizard Championship about this school was true. There were many crystal chandeliers and the walls gleamed. Ron was just amazed at how clean the place looked in these dark and dismal days. Creeping along the main hall, he followed the route passed to him months ago through fellow operatives. Ron knew that he needed to remain silent, the girls were all asleep, in this wing of the school, but if one saw even a hint of him, disillusioned or not, the alarm would be raised and the life of his contact would be over as they knew it. He was not going to let that happen, especially with the rebel underground numbers shrinking, both from deaths and being captured by the Ministry and placed in Azkaban, like Hagrid. He had been imprisoned for harboring 'dangerous fugitives,' such as the Hogwarts House Elves.
Ron came to a set of doors larger than the ones to the Great Hall. He rapped on the door lightly and a click was heard from within as the lock was disengaged and the door swung open slightly. He took one last quick look up and down the hall and slid through the door coming face to invisible face with a towering woman close to 7 feet tall. She whispered in her French accent "Ronald, is that you?" Ron waved his wand, quietly thanking Hermione for teaching him this spell, and appeared in front of Madame Olympe Maxime, the Beauxbaton Headmistress. It was luck and good planning that she was able to stay in this position. Once the war was over she "embraced" her giantess heritage and swore allegiance to the dark lord, promising that her school would embody his vision. This put her in position to protect her kids and pass information to those in the underground who were teachers.
Each operative had a code name that was strictly adhered to, unless they were talking face to face, so that security could be maintained. "Have you heard from the Dame, (Professor Minerva McGonagal), or Willow, (Professor Filius Flitwick)," Ron asked dispensing with the pleasantries. "The Dame sent word that Death Eaters are starting to suspect that she has been teaching non-approved curriculum to select students, against the provisions the former teachers had to swear by to stay out of prison, and Willow has a group ready to cross over to Greece to meet up with 'Scarlet.' He reports no problems except finding a boat with a dependable crew. If he has to, he will hire a muggle crew and modify their memories at the end of the voyage. Have you heard from any of the others?"
Ron looked a little worried as he replied, "I received messages by patronus from 'The Brain', and 'Trevor'. They are still in place and operations are going well. What's worrying me is I have not heard from 'Wrackspurt'. She may have gone ditzy again but the last message I received she had to abandon her position in Bucharest, but that was a week and a half ago."
"I better go. Let me know if you get any more updates and I'll let you know when we will be ready to liberate Azkaban." Ron waved his wand again turning invisible and left the office. Olympe expected the meeting to be short but tonight she thought Ron looked more distracted then usual and could not comprehend what besides the normal everyday worries could be on his mind.
Across the pond in NEW YORK
Detective John Rolf ran through Central Park chasing a suspect in a triple murder. Rolf could not believe his luck, two days after the murders were discovered they had a prime suspect who could not be found and now, just as he was sitting down at Original Tony's Spectacular Pizzeria on dinner break, Bill Witherspoon sat down at the table directly across from him.
The two locked eyes and recognition flashed through both faces. Witherspoon pegged Rolf as a Cop by how Rolf held himself. Witherspoon swore and jumped up from his table and ran.
"Bloody Hell," Rolf declared as he jumped up and tore after the man. Rolf, catching up to Witherspoon, reached inside his jacket, stopped short of grabbing the wrong weapon, and drew his gun.
In a British accent he yelled, "STOP, NYPD, STOP RIGHT BLOODY NOW YOU WANKER. IF YOU DON'T STOP I WILL SHOOT."
In the three years that he had been on the NYPD, Rolf had become the youngest Detective in history, at the age of 24, and he still had never had to fire his service weapon. Truth in point he hated his service weapon, he found it to be bulky, loud and more of a problem starter then solver. Tonight though it looked like his streak was about to end until Witherspoon looked back at Rolf, and tripped on a rock stuck in the ground near the Skating Rink. Witherspoon fell hard and Rolf jumped on his back grabbing his handcuffs.
"You have the right to remain silent. If you give up this right anything you say can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights."
Witherspoon replied in a strong Brooklyn accent, "Screw you pig." Leaving him on his stomach face down, Rolf stood up and dialed his phone. When the Precinct duty Sergeant answered, he requested a transport vehicle. Thirty minutes later, instead of the expected NYPD officer arriving to make the transport, a black government sedan pulled up to the pair and the driver got out approaching Rolf.
"F.B.I. Special Agent Tory Smith," he said, "Thank you for your hard work Det. but I'll take Mr. Witherspoon off your hands. The F.B.I. has been looking for him for a few years."
Agent Smith escorted *his* prisoner to the sedan with Rolf making a few dissenting remarks as the agent walked away. In truth he was pleased he was not going to be given publicity for his capture. Rolf had spent every day trying to stay out of the spotlight, nationally and internationally, not always succeeding what with being the youngest detective on NYPD and the only one who volunteers for diplomatic liaison work. Rolf returned to his cold pizza, cleaned up the garbage, and decided he needed a drink. Harry called himself off duty and grabbed a cab to 112th street and made his way to the entrance to Houdini Drive, the wizarding world for New York City. He walked into the Golden Cauldron and ordered a Fiery Humdinger.
Everyone here knew him as John Rolf. He always felt American Wizards were a little slow in the head. He knew, they knew, who Harry Potter was, as news of the Dark Lord's return, and subsequent takeover of most of wizarding Europe and Asia, had been reported in the USA Prophet. The US Dept. of Magical Defense had even been spun up and had begun to make plans in case Voldemort decided to cross the Atlantic. Rolf listened to the stories of the fellow patrons in the bar and the topic invariably returned to Potter sightings. Every time this happened Rolf tried to flatten his hair over his forehead to cover the distinctive lightning bolt scar on his head and took off his glasses. The Federal Bureau of Magical Investigation (FBMI), even had him and his friends on a watch list, giving him even more reason not to use his magic, lest he get tracked by them. The investigative branches of the magical world were allowed to use a modified version of the underage trace to tack wanted fugitives on American soil. No one knew why he had come to America, not even Ron or his ex-girlfriend Ginny, and he could not involve anyone else in this new quest and could not return until he found what he was looking for, the stolen Sword EXCALIBUR. The only clue he had was it left England sometime at the end of the Second World War. During the final battle Harry finally accomplished what Professor Snape was never able to teach him, how to properly use Occlumency and by extension wordless/ wandless Legilimency. He was concentrating so hard he broke into Voldemort's mind and discovered that he had made one final Horcrux. The image was of a shield but he did not know which one. Excalibur was the only way he knew that could destroy a horcrux. The last sword he used had Basilisk venom infused in it but that was taken by Griphook and Excalibur was told in fable that King Arthur had slain a giant serpent monster before the sword was sealed in Avalon. The only person who knew even a part of what he was doing was Hermione, who was conducting some research on his behalf. He finished his drink and left without talking to anybody.