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Gologomath - 2025 (Imperial Year 27)
Albus Severus Potter stood outside the farm he worked on with his Uncle George and Aunt Angelina. It was a rough bit of work, especially since the Wizarding Wars had made Uncle George hard. His brothers Bill, Charlie, and Fred lost their lives in the wars. His sister, Albus' mother, had, also, lost her life.
Albus narrowed his eyes and sighed with frustration. George was never straight with him when it came to the identities of his parents. He had told him that his father was a hard-working civilian who had been killed when the old Order of the Phoenix was eradicated, and his mother and uncles were killed. Albus sensed no lies in that statement. But . . .
Something felt off.
This wasn't the only problem. Albus felt restless. He wanted to get out. He hated the Emperor's evil tyranny. But he could do anything from here. He would even enter Voldemort's horrible perverted version of the old school of magic, Hogwarts Castle. If he could enter the Imperial Academy, as it was known, he might be able to join the rebellion started by such individuals as former Imperial agent Draco Malfoy and former Ministry bereaucrat Mafalda Hopkirk.
It hurt to think of his close friend, a Muggle-born wizard named Jake Onderon. Jake, outraged by the Empire's pureblood supremeist tendencies, had left Golgomath and joined the Army of the Phoenix, as Hopkirk's alliance was known.
Sometimes Albus wished that he had just ignored George's warnings and left the farm. But he couldn't abandon him and Aunt Angelina. The two were the only family he had and . . .
He frowned, as he saw two figures approached. They did not look native to the island owned by the non-human crime lord Golgomath, a giant who gained power during the Wizarding Wars.
As they approached, Albus noticed that they were both human males. The first man was a tall, several years older than Albus. He had light blond hair that was almost white and his cold grey eyes were blank, as if he had been trained not to reveal his emotions. His pale face clashed with dark robes the man wore.
The second man couldn't have been more different. He was slightly shorter with long ginger hair, several years younger than Pale Face. His eyes with chocolate brown and filled with pain. This did not seem to go with his tanned, freckled face and bright green robes. In his hands, he held a Muggle device used to keep files.
"You the boy called Potter?" asked Pale Face.
"Yeah," Albus replied cautiously. "Why?"
"We're here for information," Ginger explained.
"And information only," Pale Face assured him.
"We were hoping you could provide," Ginger continued. "Should I talk with you or the man this place is registered to - Johnson?"
Albus hesitated. He wanted to help these men, but he wasn't sure if George would approve. In the end, he decided that what his uncle didn't know couldn't hurt.
"All right," the boy said. "What do you need to know?"
"Do have somewhere more private?" Pale Face asked.
"We can talk in the Ford Anglia," said Albus, referring to the salvaged flying car his uncle had rebuilt after the Hogwarts conflict.
"Oya," muttered Pale Face. Albus didn't recognize the language and guessed that it must be some kind of secret code.
Once in the azure vehicle, Albus started up the engine and drove out into the desert, which lay a couple decameters from their farm.
"So talk," said Albus.
"We're searching for a local by the name of Ronald Weasley," Ginger said. "You ever hear of him?"
Truth be told, the surname did ring a bell. It was the name of an old hermit who lived out here. The old grey-haired wizard may not even be that old, but he'd been here as long as Albus could remember. The only thing was his age was the one of the many mysteries surrounding Weasley. No one even knew his given name.
And he told the two men as much.
"Could you lead us to this old man?" Ginger requested. "It could be a great lead."
"Of course," said Albus, veering in the last direction Weasley was thought to be living. "Now would it be too much to ask for me to know your names?"
Pale Face and Ginger hesitated. Then, shrugged, and said in unison, "No. I guess not."
"Malfoy," Pale Face smiled.
"Sley," Ginger grunted. Watching Albus cautiously, he shook his head and said, "Just Sley. Don't ask us any questions, and we'll tell you no lies."
Albus smiled. "Got it. Well, next stop: Old Man Weasley."
Dark Mark - 2025 (Imperial 27)
Alastor Deimos was frustrated. He tried not to show it, but it was true. He didn't like that the Emperor had forced him to work alongside Governor Bellatrix Lestrange. She may have her uses, but essentially the woman was insane. And Deimos feared that she maintained resentment at the way the dark wizard had usurped her power.
This frustration, however, was furthered by his inability to get any information out of Princess Longbottom. He knew that she would crack eventually - they all did. But right now this was completely irritating.
"Time to go meet with our entourage," said Lestrange contemptuously. One thing she and Deimos had in common was a feeling of superiority when it came to inferiors, as well a dislike of politicians.
"Unfortunately," Deimos growled with a sneer to his voice.
"Remember, Lord Deimos," Lestrange warned. "Be civil."
"I will," he grunted. "If you remember your own advice."
As they exited the governor's private office, Lestrange smiled. "Of course."
They didn't have to walk far before the raised voices of the two high-ranking military leaders reached their ears.
"Dangerous to your militia, General," said the arrogant voice of Grand Admiral Arcturus Yaxley. "Not to this . . . wonderful weapon."
Deimos and Lestrange approached the door.
"Name?" said a voice coming from the wall.
"Bellatrix Black," the governor said. "Governor of the British sector of the Empire. Married into the House of Lestrange. Activation code: Summus Ordo Ducem."
"Affirmative," the voice replied.
"Lord Alastor Deimos," the Dark Lord growled. "Supreme Commander of the Death Eater Army. Second-in-command to Emperor Voldemort. Origins classified. Activation code: Tenebris Dominus Imperator."
"Enter," the voice said, and the two of them entered the conference room.
Just as they entered, they heard the booming voice of High General Albert Runcorn growl, "That traitorous Army of the Phoenix will only gain support by the reprensentatives of the Wizengamot - "
"Which will no longer be of any concern to us, General," Lestrange interrupted, as she sat at the head of the table. Deimos stood at her side.
"I don't understand you, Governor," said Runcorn.
"His Dark Highness, the Emperor had dissolved the high court permanently," growled Deimos. "The governors and lords of the Empire will now take on their duties."
"Which places Lord Deimos and myself as the highest ranking officers on this station," Lestrange added, satisfied.
"But Agent Malfoy escaped," Runcorn said. "Lord Deimos himself said so. He had access to our plans. If the Army had access, then . . . then they may use it to destroy us."
"That would be pointless!" Yaxley snapped. "We now hold the greatest power in the universe. More powerful than the most powerful sorceror."
"Watch yourself, Yaxley," Deimos warned.
Yaxley scoffed. "Don't try to intimidate me, my Lord. You, sir, are merely wanna-be Emperor. You're power mostly runs on fear. You cannot really do anything if you didn't have His Imperial Highness backing you up. Just look at the interrogation of Princess - "
Deimos was outraged by the Grand Admiral's nerve. No mere officer like him should ever confront him. Without even using a wand, Deimos caused the admiral to seize up with pain and agony.
"Would you like to rethink your statement, Yaxley?" he growled. "I have far past the need of the wands and incantations you mere mortals seem to require. This curse of my own creation will do far more damage than even the Cruciatus Curse. I think you underestimated my power, Admiral. Your utter lack of faith will be what kills you."
Deimos savored the satisfaction of seeing the utter and paralyzing fear on the other man's face.
"Prepare to die, Grand Admiral." He placed the same amount of contempt at his title as Yaxley had put in his.
After watching the show for a few minutes, Lestrange finally snapped, "Deimos! For the Dark Lord's sake! Stop this!"
Deimos turned toward Lestrange and considered killing her and Yaxley. But then he reconsodered this. It would be unwise to undermine the orders of the Emperor.
Removing the curse from him, Deimos snarled, "Consider that a warning."
Once everything had settled once more, Lestrange smiled. "Forget all minor impediments," she growled. "Soon Dark Mark will be completed and Lord Deimos will have captured these foolish traitor spies. Within days, this silly revolution of my treasonous nephew will be crushed. This is the year where the name Bellatrix Lestrange will be remembered as the heroine of the Empire!"
Deimos could have laughed. The Army would be crushed. But Deimos would be the hero. Within this year, Deimos felt the world would recognize him as Lord Dominus Alastor Deimos Tenebris, Emperor of the wizarding community.