I HAVE REWRITTEN BECAUSE I SAW JUST HOW CRAPPY AND ERROR-FILLED THE ORIGINAL WAS SO YEAH HERE YOU GO STILL LOVE YOU GUYS.

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SILVIA P.O.V.

It's been years since I left Hogwarts, yet the painful memories of being shunned still didn't leave me. My time studying there was the worst. My classmates hadn't wanted to know me; they didn't even want to look at me. The people I had managed to befriend turned against me as soon as they found out about my heritage. The teachers treated me the same, though I might have caught the headmaster looking at me with something short of pity. Every day, I used to think to myself, Why did daddy have to do what he did? Why? Why? Why?

There was only one person who stayed with me through all that, one person who knew what I was going through, one person who had to live with it like I did: my brother, Scorpius Malfoy. Being the daughter of the anti-esteemed Draco Malfoy didn't exactly have any kind of perks; he had fought against his own kind, the one who battled alongside Voldemort's army of Death Eaters, the one who joined the plotting of killing the most powerful headmaster in the century—he was also my father.

I didn't hate him for it. It was impossible to hate him. I tried, every morning, every afternoon, every evening, every time I passed by him. I tried so hard. But there was a sadness and loathing behind his mask of authority that was just impossible to ignore. I felt sorry for him, but that didn't stop me from asking myself, Why did you have to do it, dad?

As soon as I left Hogwarts, I decided to spend some time off alone. And I have to tell you, Germany is the place to be this time of year. Namely, Stuttgart. I was lucky enough to remember to bring my coat, because it is freezing, but the people here are very nice, if you try and understand their language, that is. One was even kind enough to invite me to a Gala, which I smartly accepted. I loved those kinds of things, but mind you, I've never liked wearing dresses and ball gowns.

So there I was, sitting on a bench just outside the Gala, drinking a glass of champagne, when I heard chaos erupt in the ballroom. I instinctively reached for my wand, which I had wittingly hid inside my boot in case for emergencies such as this. What caused such panic? People streamed out of the doors, making beelines for their cars which were parked across the street. Amidst the crowd of frantic citizens, I spotted a lone man strutting out of the doors, holding a suspicious glowing sceptre in his hand. I pulled out my wand. Only then did I realize that he was wearing full battle-armour… oddly enough. Golden helmet on his head, the man looked like a ruler of some fantasy realm. He walked down the street, successfully pushing back a car with a blast of blue light from his staff. Is he possibly a wizard? If he was, he was probably one like Voldemort, or a Deatheater; either had a good likelihood of being true. I stood up from the bench and warily observed him for his next action.

I jumped, startled, and nearly dropped my wand as the man appeared beside me. A second later, though, I realized that it wasn't really him, but a clone. I've never seen magic like this. And if it was just really old magic, then it was magic that the professors at Hogwarts never taught us.

The clone of the raven-haired man didn't seem to notice me though, but he didn't move away either. He just stood there, and I vaguely heard a faint order pass through his lips: "Kneel." I slowly took a step backwards, my grip on the wand becoming tighter. From the corner of my eye, I noticed another clone materialize out of nowhere in front of a group of people. A bellow tore through the crowd, louder than the previous murmur. "I said," a clone—or it could've been the real wizard, I couldn't be sure—brought his staff down hard on the cement ground, effecting all the other clones' sceptre's to glow bright blue, "KNEEL!"

First one, then two, then three, followed the order, resulting in a full-scale democracy. Everyone in the park was kneeling in less than a minute, except for me. You could hear a pin drop in the silence of the people. I soon found that the clone at the very front of the crowd was the original. His eyes settled on me. "Will you not follow suit, mortal?" I saw his eyes flicker to my wand at hand before flicking back to my straight face.

I stared at him—more in curiosity than malice—before giving in. A plan hatched in my head and a faint smile trailed up my lips. It proved slightly difficult to hide it.

"Is not this simpler?" he said after a dramatic inhale, starting to weave through the clumps of people. "Is this not your natural state?" I noticed that not only he was talking, but all his clones were, echoing their master's words, their voices merging into one, mocking speech. "It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation." Every head was looking up to the man mocking their civilization. "That the bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power. Your identity? You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."

He ended his speech with slight nod of his head, and at that moment, I could have imagined Voldemort standing there instead of the raven-haired stranger. I scowled and shook my head slightly, erasing the image from my head. But then an old man from the crowd stood up, and the brilliant plan I had hatched was extinguished. His face was wrinkled with age, white hair peeking out of his nearly bald head. He stood right in front of the crazy wizard, his face grim with determination. I silently cursed to myself. Bloody hell.

"Not to men like you," the old man declared, squaring his shoulders as if that would save him.

"There are no men like me," the wizard stated with a smirk, though his voice was almost muted by the blood rushing to my ears. I had never duelled with another wizard before, and this one seemed a lot stronger than me. I could only hope for the best. It was too beautiful a night for anyone to be harmed.

I hefted up my wand once the aged man said, "There are always men like you." I narrowed my eyes, readying myself for the fight to come.

"Look to your elder, people. Let him be an example." The wizard brought his staff up and pointed it at the old man, the tip already glowing blue with his power; then several things happened at once.

A beam of blue light blasted from the wizard's staff, too fast for me to stop. A loud "Expelliarmus!" escaped my lips. It was a strong and successful cast, strong enough for the staff in the wizard's hand to fly away from its owner. The wizard's eyes set on me, narrowing dangerously, before a powerful flash of light hit him in the stomach, knocking him down on the ground face-first. My head snapped to where the surge of energy came from, and found, standing in front of the old man that was supposed to be dead (or unconscious), a figure dressed in the American Flag's colours, a shield hefted up on one arm. Was he the one who had caused the wizard's spell to backfire?

The American took a step forward, talking in a proud tone that echoed all across the square. "You know, the last time I was in Germany, I saw a man standing above everybody else. We ended up disagreeing."

I shook my head at him, not believing that this fool would actually think he stood a chance against a powerful wizard.

"The soldier," the wizard hissed, using his staff to prop himself up. A grin edged up his lips. "The man out of time." I had no idea what they were talking about, nor did I want to, because I was more worried about the civilians; they needed to escape.

I knelt again, whispering a quick order to the nearest woman. "Get out of here." She did. A handful of others followed her, and I earned a glare from the wizard who had noticed.

The American's next words were drowned out as the wizard spoke to me. "And who are you, dear?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper, though I could still hear him.

"I think the more obvious statement is: what are you?" I shot back. The American finally noticed me, his face contorted in confusion as he held his fist up to his neck, as if signalling something behind him. I took no risk at glancing back, however. That would probably be the biggest mistake I could make in such circumstances. "I've seen no wizard like you before." The square was empty now except for the three of us. I could feel eyes boring into the back of my head, and thought, Someone's watching us.

"Wizard?" the black-haired man said, inclining his head in what looked to be honest confusion. "I am no wizard. I am a god." I was taken aback by my mistake. A god? This bloke must be crazy… But how was he casting spells like that? The spells were unlike anything I'd ever seen, so perhaps he wasn't a wizard after all. "But I take it that that is what you are?" I snapped back to reality as he said this, his eyes focused on the object in my hand.

"Would you care to find out?" I raised my wand.

I heard the American mumble something, for he had inched his way slowly to me in the seconds that passed: "Back off, miss. You don't know what you're dealing with here," he whispered.

I adjusted my hold on the stick in my hand before answering him, loud enough so the man across us could hear as well. "I may not know what you are, but I know just what to do with you." The word was hiding at the back of my mind, and it seemed to reappear in a moment's notice. Azkaban.

I heard the man laugh loudly as he picked up his staff and raised it. I wasted no more time in talking. "Stupefy!" I yelled, a jet of red light escaping from the tip of my wand and racing with unnatural speed towards my opponent. I saw his eyes widen before he spun his staff with both hands in front of him, making my Stunning Spell hit the golden object instead. Another string of incantations flew from my lips, but all of them met the man's staff. Thinking quickly, for he was walking towards me in a steady pace, I thought of a spell that would end his tricks.

"Bombarda!"

The explosive spell hit the man, knocking him back. Through the thin smoke, I saw him crash onto the stone stairs.

He attempted to stand up again, his face contorted in fury, when a metallic clang echoed across the square. I turned back and saw a robotic figure the shape of a man walking towards the "wizard" with glowing palms raised, pointed at the stilled man. "Make your move, Reindeer Games," the robot said. And then I thought, Someone's inside it, you fool! I shook my head, my thoughts wandering to the technology humans had made over the years before returning to the present.

"Reindeer Games", as I heard the robot call him, raised his hands up in surrender, his staff far off to the left. The man's eyes wandered to me. While I was trying to hide from the view of the metallic man, I returned his gaze before Apparating away from the scene, not wanting anyone else to notice me. I had put the fate of the Wizarding World in enough trouble as it was.

Using combat spells in the middle of two grown men, standing in a very populated area! What on earth were you thinking Silvia?

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