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Beyond the Wall

20 Years Anniversary

Magical Britain has seen a lot in the last nineteen years. A great period of restoration after the decline caused by the Dark Lord Voldemort and his disastrous rule. These last 19 years were marked by the constant reinventing of a somewhat old fashioned world into today's prospering society, mainly by the influx of young witches and wizards of this new inventive generation. The chief among these fresh minds is no other than Harry Potter himself, ex-Auror, Order of Merlin-First class winner and Head Warlock of the new Department of Development. Serving as the Head of the newest departmen, he has taken great measures in developing and restoring the wizarding society of Britain. His many projects have been lauded all over the world as awe-inspiring and truly ingenious. The editors of the Daily Prophet wish to congratulate Mr. Potter on his breakthroughs in various magical fields all used for the betterment of our society.

To read about Mr. Potter's various exploits please turn to the index:

Life at Hogwarts... page 2-5

The Golden Trio and their History... page 6-15

Head Auror and the new Auror Academy... page 16-25

The Magic of Renovation... page 26-40"

Harry Potter sighed folding the morning paper as he ate his breakfast. Twenty years had passed since the final encounter with Voldemort and it was a cause for celebration. In those long years he had done everything for the betterment of his people so that the atrocities of the Blood Wars didn't happen again. Lots had happened in his life, beginning with the auror training he went through. For half a decade he served in the forces fighting the remaining dark wizards that wanted to occupy the void made by Voldemort's death. He had even gotten the position of Head Auror but ultimately decided that his help wasn't needed anymore. After the greatest threats were dealt with Harry opted to occupy his time and resources with the restoration of the magical world. Creating various reservations for endangered magical species with the help of Hermione and Kingsley was just the beginning. After his success with preserving the habitats of griffins, giants, dragons and other creatures he turned on the sapient segment of the magical world. Restoring Hogwarts, expanding Hogsmeade and ensuring the centaurs' rights to govern a part of the Forbidden Forest were his greatest projects, along with the reopening of Diagon Alley and it's various branches. Life was certainly better than when he was in his teenage years. There was no war looming on the horizon or the promise of dark magic threatening the younger generation. He really invested his all in his lifelong dream of a peaceful and prosperous society. There was a long way to go yet but the beginning results were more than promising. Building a truly magical space that was accepting of all various magical species made wonders for the economy and the general happiness of the magicals.

The reason he sighed was because he knew that the time for his departure was nearing. He couldn't stay, not as how he was now. Dumbledore was wrong in his theory that with Harry's unintentional unifying of the Hallows, he truly became the Master of Death. He was not immortal, simply unchanging, frozen in time. The first signs started to show a few years after the Final Battle. While his friends started to look more mature, he stayed the same. It was only because of glamour's that his secret was not discovered by anyone. He couldn't tell Ron or Hermione. They would become worried and maybe, just maybe, resentful. He couldn't risk losing them as they were the closest to a family he ever had. Even though Ginny and he never worked out, there was no ill will between them, they remained lifelong friends. But still, the fear of the unknown was always a great catalyzer for discord, and the magic of the Hallows was altogether unknown to the general populous. So he started researching various ways to remove the curse, for it was a curse. After ten years he came upon a solution buried in an obscure book in the Department of Mysteries. The book theorized that there was an infinite number of parallel universes all with various laws of their own. Expanding on that thought and concluding that while he may be immortal in this world and tied to the powers of the Hallows here didn't mean that he would be in some world beyond the reach of the Veil. For the power of the Hallows flowed freely from the Veil of Death. They were tied together and were inseparable.

The preparations for the ritual he conceived were lengthy at best. Having written his will leaving the majority of his wealth to Teddy and the Weasleys he was ready. The ritual had to be performed on a significant date with the help of another immortal being. It was indeed fortunate that Fawkes appeared some time ago or he would have needed help from vampires.

Rising from the chair Harry looked at the renovated Grimmauld place and said his goodbye. Kreacher had died some years ago and oddly he missed the elf that had become somewhat of a friend in his social isolation. The main risk of the trip was the uncertainty of where and in what condition he would arrive so he had prepared accordingly. All his belongings were carefully laid out in his expanded leather messenger bag. It was filled with extra books about magic he didn't have time to study. Golden bars that he figured were valuable everywhere along with the day to day items needed for living such as preserved food, fruit, clothes and toiletries. Even though he had become good with wandless magic he packed a few extra wands that were somewhat compatible for any delicate work.

Walking down the empty halls of the house made him think of Remus and Sirius. He really needed to become an animagus in their honor. It was ironic that his godfather's cage would become his way to freedom and it was comforting that he would see them again when his time came.

The room in which the ritual would be performed was warded so no outsider could disturb the delicate process. The floor was filled with ritualistic runes around a seven-pointed star that would in one brief moment become a doorway to a new realm. To open the portal he needed Fawkes help, the price of admission was one symbolic death with an immortal as a witness.

Fawkes appeared in a burst of flames and began singing. Harry felt his resolve grow stronger with each melody of the bird's song. Stepping into the star he began the ritual that would take him to a new world. Chanting in a low voice alongside Fawkes song he began noticing the magic in the air rising and shaping to his will. When the last words of the spell were said the star glowed with a blue light filling the room with its sheer brightness. In the midst stood Harry, ecstatic as he felt the connection to the Hallows waver and finally break apart. At the same time, space outside the star shaped magical circle began to change as his room faded from view. A palette of colors exploded as he leapt through the magical portal and with a final great tune from the phoenix that sounded miles away the circle closed and collapsed, the star fading from view.

The first things Harry felt were intense cold and harsh winds blowing at him. Looking around he saw a stretch of snow-filled space that would seem endless if it were not for the delta of a river flowing towards the ice cold sea that seemed even vaster. Harry smiled and took his first breath in this new world filled with ice and snow.