-1A/N: I know I haven't posted any new stories or chapters in over a year, but I've been very busy with college and personal matters so I haven't been able to write for quite sometime. I do apologize for that. So let's kick off my return with a new story!
Chapter One: The Only Cure
Harry Potter sat on a bench within the local park located a few minutes from his relatives' home. He had received a letter from a man claiming that he could aid him in his fight against the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Of course Harry was no fool and had certainly become far less trusting after the death of his godfather Sirius Black at the hands of his cousin and Voldemort's most trusted follower Bellatrix Lestrange. He demanded that the meeting place be in public where there were plenty of innocent bystanders who could act as witnesses to any attack that may come from this mysterious "friend".
The man had signed the letter with the name Terrance Williamson and claimed to be a member of a newly formed political party that had a vested interest in seeing Voldemort's rise to power crushed. It was interesting that a wizarding political party had been formed under these strenuous times seeing as how Harry had not heard of any other political parties in the Wizengamot. It seemed more to him that the wizarding government, at least in Britain, was a bureaucratic Oligarchy. Fudge was selected and fired by a group of people, not through voting. Though, Harry mused, perhaps that is for the best.
Harry had noticed during his years in Hogwart that most people did not concern themselves with political matters and, in fact, did not care about obtaining the knowledge necessary to make an informed, logical decision if they could. This allowed the aristocratic families, mainly Slytherin, to control much of what went on in Wizarding Britain.
"The problem is indifference." Harry muttered gazing at the carefree families playing in the park. "No one cares and if they do they are not powerful enough to do anything about it."
"My sentiments exactly Mister Potter." came a calm, deep voice from behind him. He turned to look at who was no doubt Terrance Williamson. The man was relatively young; perhaps in his mid to late twenties with light-brown hair slicked back into a distinctive style. He appeared to be quite distinguished in his dark blue suite and black tie. "I hope you have not be waiting too long."
"Not at all Mister Williamson." Harry motioned for him to sit down, which he did. "So you've gotten my attention."
"Yes, I wanted to extend an invitation to you Mister Potter." Terrance said smiling at the children playing in the nearby sandbox. "You see our party is small and you would bring in many members if you were our spokesman."
"I've been extended an invitation like this before." Harry said in irritation.
"Yes, from the Ministry I'm sure." Williamson spoke sadly. "I am not looking for that sort of spokesman ship. I want to convince you of our party's platform before you start speaking for it. I want it to be real, not forced."
"The problem is that even if I did agree with you and I started speaking for you we don't have elections."
"Yes, well we have a plan for that."
"The plan is…?"
"I'll tell you after a few meetings okay? I'd like you to attend tonight's if possible."
Harry seemed to think for a moment before he said, " What about the guards that are protecting me? I'm certain that we are being watched right now as we speak."
"Yes, I know. There is a young auror hiding behind that group of trees over there." Terrance said nodding his head in the direction of a densely wooded area. "Don't worry, I cast a spell before I came over here in order to prevent our conversation from being heard."
"You're very prepared." Harry stated in appreciation. "That still leaves getting me out of my relatives' house without being seen."
"Perhaps that young auror could be of use in that regard. Harry I want you to feel like you can trust me, but I know that recent events have made that difficult for you. If you can, convince our stealthy friend to accompany you. Send me a message if you do. If you do not, then I will find some way to get you out of there."
Harry nodded. "So what is your party's policy towards the Death Eaters? They will obviously be a large problem for any new minister."
"Our policy towards any terrorist organization is zero tolerance Harry."
"Meaning?"
"Death Eaters are guilty of treason towards our country."
"Then you wish to execute them?"
"Yes, that is the punishment for treason after all."
"Dumbledore wanted to be soft with them. He even had one as a "double" agent working for him."
"I'm sure he did. He was far too trusting with so-called former Death Eaters." Terrance sighed. "What I want Harry….what my organization wants is that." He said point towards a family playing on a swing set. "A country that protects and insures the continuation of that kind of family ties, but on a larger scale. We need that kind of nation if we are going to survive. A nation, like a family needs a father figure. Someone to tell them what to do and what not to do that way they can get on with enjoying the peace that he provides."
"Perhaps," Harry responded, "people don't want to be involved in politics and they don't care about the issues. They are all like sheep, swayed by whichever rhetoric sounds sexier."
"I wouldn't have put it in those words," Terrance laughed, "but yes that is the truth."
"Plus the media acts as an outlet for this rhetoric." Harry continued remembering his name appearing both negatively and positively in the Daily Prophet at the whim of some dolt in the Wizengamot or Fudge's orders. "They need to be made to tell the truth and only the truth."
"I couldn't agree more." A silence hung between them for a moment. "Harry, I think you'll like my organization given what has already been said. Please do come to the meeting and perhaps you will join once you trust that we have Wizarding Britain's best interests at heart."
"I will try to convince our friend over there to come with me."
"That's all I ask Mister Potter." Terrance stood and smiled. "The spell will wear off as soon as I leave, then you can return to your home."
"Believe me," Harry said standing as well, "that place will never be a home."
"We have much to discuss Harry." With that Mister Williamson walked towards the trees and then when he was out of sight apparated away. Harry watched as Nymphadora Tonks, who had been watching the meeting with concern for her charge, emerged from behind one of the trees wearing a punk outfit, which suited the short choppy pink hair that sat upon her head.
"Harry are you stupid or something?" She hissed hugging him. "That could have been a trap!"
"I was aware of the possibility Tonks." Harry said trying to calm her. " Speaking of which, we need to talk in private about something important."
"Alright," said Tonks coming down from her anger. "We'll go back to your relatives' house and talk there."
"Good," Harry said glancing back at the family that still played on the swing set. A family…a national family. Wouldn't that be beautiful? The thought made him smile, then he turned back to Tonks who had followed his gaze and wore a similar smile though perhaps not for the same reason. "Well, I'm ready to go."
"Okay Harry, stay close in case any Death Eaters followed you."
"Thank you for everything Tonks; for being here for me when no one else was allowed to talk to me."
"Dumbledore did not understand that you can't be isolated like that Harry and the Order seems to be under the same silliness. Plus I like ya' kid." She said playfully punching his arm and winking. They both laughed as they walked back to the house.
Meanwhile, in a large brick house in Scotland, Terrance Williamson addressed a small group of like-minded individuals.
"'We will prevail' the Ministry tells us. What they really mean is that the aristocrats will prevail! Those fools who care more about their wealth and titles than they do their own goddamned country!" The group nodded in agreement. " The aristocrats who fund the traitors to our country who call themselves Death Eaters! They are led by a villainous, dangerous demagogue who spouts hate and death towards our fellow wizards and the muggles!"
"If he is allowed to obtain power in the Ministry he will turn this country into a freedom less state of idolaters and hate-mongers! He will instill himself as God over our brethren and run our lives with an iron wand! That cannot be allowed to happen!" This time a series of claps broke out after this pronouncement. "Do not be deceived my friends. The agents of the Dark Lord are all around us. Invading our government, Hogwarts, even the Goblins could be swayed to their side! The Goblins who control our banks I will remind you! Wizarding banks need to be controlled by wizards! Not members of a separate nation with separate interests!"
"Hear hear." came a voice from the audience followed by a couple more sounds of agreement.
"I tell you my friends, the Death Eaters will stop at nothing until they have complete dominion over our lives and our civil liberties!" Terrance paused, taking a breath before speaking slowly. "Please I implore all of you to come to my party's meeting tonight. Join us. The only way to defeat the Death Eaters is to unite! The only cure for the Death Eaters is death!"
A/n: Next chapter will be up as soon as possible. I will also update a few of the stories that I have left unfinished except for a couple which I have officially abandoned.