Innocence
Potter Manor, 1968
8 yr old Anastasia stood on her tiptoes against a shelf as she searched for the book she wanted, in the family library. There were books in there on light and dark magic, as well as grey and shadow magic, the last three not taught at Hogwarts, neither approved by the Ministry. The books obviously had a lot of dust on them, they could as well be ancient.
She had taken one of the ancestors' wands which was kept in one of her dad's lockers. She preferred the word taken, not stolen. It was her ancestor's, and she was no stranger. The wand was quite moderate with her. She and her twin Jamie were not allowed access in the library. Perhaps Mom or Dad feared they would stumble across something dark hidden, which was futile. She had thrown on all detection-for-dark-curses alert charms, and the result was that the room was safe. James had no interest in books, so Annie had no need to worry about him landing here. She had also taken her dad's invisibility cloak to stay hidden. This was really fun. She knew James would throw a fit if he comes to know what she was looking for.
"Wingardium Leviosa." She pointed her wand at the book which she finally noticed after hours of frantic search. The charm worked. The girl smirked. As a muggleborn, she had managed to do the charm on her first try. This was not surprising. She carefully brought down the book, as it landed in her open hand. The name of the book lay written at the side of the book. The Unventured Dark Arts. She grinned.
Still hidden in her invisibility cloak, she made way towards her room. She and Jimmy shared a room till they were 5, but as Annie's bookworm tendencies (and to fill her room with books) and fights reached the sky, they were given separate rooms.
Annie reached the door, and shut it without making a noise. She folded the cloak and laid it on the table. She climbed on the bed and sat with her back against the wall to read the book. She wanted to find, if anything about horcruxes was mentioned.
She skimmed through the pages, searching for the word horcrux. There was other worthwhile information, but she would look through it later.
When she finished skimming almost ¾ of the book, she was tired. She hoped she didn't skip any word about it during her skimming. She wanted to sleep, she had read up a hell lot of books in the morning.
Still, she continued with the searching. Something caught her eye, and she got what she wanted.
Chapter no 27 - Faux of Immortality and Horcruxes
Her eyes lit with excitement. Now she was reading the chapter with deep concentration.
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She hadn't got all the information, but she could say she was mildly satisfied with what she could understand.
Horcruxes have been sought in the past by some other Dark wizards as well. They were coined to be objects to make one immortal, but it was half the truth. When split in parts, the soul would remain intact in the Horcruxes, but it would gradually diminish anyway, maybe in another 100 years, eventually leading to the person's death.
There was a special ritual to make a horcrux, the first step being murder. If not the ritual, the horcrux could also form if a person attempts murder and fails, thus latching the soul in the next living person it could find, but that is possible only if the killer has already made Horcruxes before.
Anastasia pondered on this. Dumbledore mentioned there were 7 Horcruxes. The diary, destroyed by Harry. The Gaunt ring, destroyed by Dumbledore. The cup, destroyed by Hermione. The locket, destroyed by Ron. The other 2, diadem and Nagini were left to be destroyed. Why did the attempted murder paragraph ring a bell in her head. The only failed murder by Voldemort she knew was, Harry.
Harry! She gasped in realisation. He must've been the last horcrux! He even had a mental connection to Voldemort. No wonder he just ran away, without even informing them. He was so certain he would die.
She let the stray tears roll down her cheeks. She should have known. She could have done something. Maybe pull the bloody soul out of her friend, somehow.
But it was over, so here she was. A 21 year old in an 8 yr old body. It was kinda awkward to her. Everything. Being the daughter of Harry's grandparents, Heiress of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and James Potter, Harry's dad, was her little Jimmy now. It was fun for the inner Hermione to brag to Harry's dad for being 10 minutes elder to him. James was sweet but mischievous, and obviously spoilt, both of them were. She was sure if Harry was raised the similar way he would be just like him.
Another thing which crumbled down some of her past insecurity was that Jimmy didn't mind her being a bookworm. He would just tease her a hell lot for that, and then Annie would tease him back for being too jumpy. That lead to a word battle and sometimes slight physical fights, which would cease once their Mom would thunder in the room. She was strict and loving like Molly Weasley, but not suffocating or partial, and she was glad about that.
She wanted to finish most of her research before she started Hogwarts, so that her studies and duty won't collide against each other. The library was more help than she expected, but that was all knowledge what the library could provide. She wanted to excel in duelling. She knew her parents would see no need to it, Jim would tease her for being too hectic. She had gone through old reference books for that, regarding duellists in Britain who were well versed in all forms of duels.
She came across the profile of one Leanna Fawley. She was around late 50s, but looked like in her mid 20s. A little younger than her parents, she thought.
She was probably under some Fidelius, for her house was said to have disappeared out of thin air. She knew the Alley, it was in the muggle world, her neighborhood. Maybe she might get a glimpse of her former parents too. A powerful witch resided there and all these years she didn't know !
She would venture in the muggle world at times, but never in her old locality. Her parents had freaked out when she came back one day. Apparently they found her missing, even her twin didn't know where she was. The family bombarded her with questions. She told truthfully that she had ventured in the muggle world, and reassured that she knew the roads very well and to defend herself. That lessened their worry but she couldn't escape their berating.
Today she would ask her mother for some muggle money, which was kept in by their forefathers for needs. She thanked the souls for being helpful even in death. The girl would take a bag of galleons, every galleon she had saved from the pocket money they had been getting from the age of ten. She resisted spending them even on the books. James would spend most of his on chocolate frogs and broom kits and stuff.
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Anastasia Potter apparated to a hidden corner of the muggle street. She knew her physical form didn't have the license for apparition, but she could care a damn about it. She can always dismiss it as accidental magic.
Her satchel hanging from her left shoulder to her waist's right, she strode forward across the side of the street.
Sporting t-shirt and jeans, Anastasia walked just like she normally did. Her back firm straight and confidence in her mind. She had a calm expression on her face, so any passerby who might assume she's lost would abandon the idea in a second.
She came across her parents house. Standing out of the fence, she longed to see them. She wondered if they were even married at that point. As she was staring she saw the door creak open. What came in view was her dad's younger version with a backpack on his back. She was confident it was her dad. He slid the door half open as he leaned on the doorframe. He was facing behind, indicating he was talking to somebody inside. She could hear his voice from the distance. "Mama, don't fret if I am late. I will be going out on a date with Jean after college." Her dad's half grin smile warmed her heart. Richard Granger was a student now, dating her mother. Must be his last year at college, she assumed. As he turned his back to close the door, she hurriedly looked away. Wiping the tear at the corner of her eye, she walked ahead. She wanted to talk to him, but probably it's for the good that she doesn't. She was a nobody to him in this life.
She had teared away a page from one of the references, which had a picture of her house. The woman was right to hide it, she was feared for her vast knowledge in the Dark Arts, which according to Anastasia was nothing to fear about. If Dumbledore could get a pass, then why not Miss Fawley?
One hour had passed, but she was still determined to find her house. She needed her, she needed her knowledge. Even after finding her, the lady might be sceptical to train an 8 yr old, but she would demonstrate her skills to her to prove herself worthy. The lady was neutral, so there was no fear of bigotry. She had heard she was a half-blood herself, but so was Voldemort. She didn't care though. She wanted to end the Dark Lord, for everybody's betterment, and she would strive for it.
As if something sensed her thoughts, her eyes caught sight of a small house in the corner, which she was sure was not there before. Her eyes widened in recognition as it was the same house she was searching for so long. She hastily trot off, walking faster than ever, before the house would decide to disappear.
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She reached the gates of the old but welcoming house, which seemed like a cottage. Potter felt a hiss of wards as she opened the gates and entered. She felt as if the wards deemed her safe. As she turned from the gates and looked ahead, she saw a dark haired, olive skinned lady at the door, dressed in a Blue American Crepe Simple Gown. Her expression was neutral, blue eyes penetrating Anastasia's brown ones. The younger girl knew the older witch was trying to invade her mind, testing her mind power. She built up the strongest occlumency shields and mildly threw her out. She didn't want to hurt her butt, or she might outright refuse to even hear out her request.
The duellist inched two steps back. She smirked to show that she was impressed. She walked down the lone step of her house as she walked closer to the little girl.
"A tough little kiddo, aren't you?" She let out a nasty grin. Anastasia knew the lady was trying to intimidate her. The prodigy occlumens began.
"Striving very hard to be, Madam Fawley. That's why I have come here to seek you." She finished with a bright smile. The lady stood still for a nanosecond, then talked.
"I had felt the wards telling me somebody was trying to seek my mentorship. You might have thought I was under some Fidelius charm, but not exactly. The one I used was much more advanced. I need no secret keeper, I can be one myself. For the Fidelius the place is absolutely wiped out of everyone's memories, but the one I used, I made, um, certain conditions." She continued as she stood opposite the curious girl. "My location, my face, my magical signature, my house, were wiped out from memories as well in any sort of document. However, I didn't want to be completely forgotten, just in case somebody really needs my help, somebody who's brave, wants to protect something or someone, does not have stigma for the Dark Arts, views it just like any other magic, etc. When I felt the wards, I could figure out it was a minor. But never I would have guessed it was a little girl." She finished in a mock tune.
Annie gasped. She didn't know about the variations of the Fidelius, so much knowledge was left behind. She took a moment to take in the lot of information. She turned her head upwards and looked at the lady. "I really need your help. I assure you my intentions are good. Your help would be greatly crucial for the future. Please help me."
The lady smiled. "I knew from the wards about the nature of your intentions. Now let's come inside, though nobody can see us here. Probably you came from a long journey. I let my eagerness to tell you get the better of me. Come in." Leanna Fawley led her help-seeker in her home.
What Anastasia had thought was that the house would be worn in inside. But it was beautiful. The walls were white. Decorations of murals and vases intact. The sofa appeared comfy. There were less things in the living room. Probably Miss Fawley loved some space.
"Sit down." Leanna offered her to sit on the sofa. The older lady sat on her armchair. "Would you like to have something?" She asked.
"No, Miss. I'm fine. Thank you." replied Anastasia.
"The wards informed me that the person who sought me was in the Potter Manor." The little girl gulped inaudibly.
"I haven't heard about the Potters from years. Didn't know they even had offsprings. What's your name?"
"Anastasia Potter, madam." She replied.
"Hm. And what's brings you here?"
"Ma'am, I want to learn duelling from you."
Fawley's eyes gawked slightly. "Why do you need to learn duelling now at this age, young one?"
Taking a deep breath, Anastasia prepared herself.
"I fear that a war will be coming up soon. I want to defend myself and others."
The woman across her folded her arms. "How old are you?" She asked.
"8 years old." Anastasia knew why the question had popped up. She hoped to convince her.
"Why would a child like you need to be prepared."
"Because the adults don't bother." the words escaped her mouth without her even knowing. "I just want to be prepared. For everybody. I really need to be prepared. I have this gut feeling that I should be vigil about this."
She knew the lady was suspecting her of knowing something.
"It is not a grave situation right now, Miss Potter. You shouldn't worry."
"Miss Fawley, people, muggles, muggleborns and at this rate even half bloods are being targeted. We don't know who it is. We don't even know why. Next time, it would be pure-bloods who are targeted. It can strangle everybody's neck." And that's exactly what happened back then.
Leanna leaned a bit forward. She seemed to understand what she was trying to say.
"Miss Potter, firstly I'm glad that you ran into me, for if it was somebody else, I wouldn't be sure if they were in Voldemort's side or no. Many purebloods would vouch for him, kneel down to him. Your family has always stayed away from such nonsense. I appreciate your maturity. Dark Lords like Grindelwald and this new one, increase fear for the Dark Arts. Others don't understand that by ignoring a certain section of magic they are restricting themselves in magic." "Your occlumency shields are too good, I got to say. You certainly show potential to be one of the most powerful witches. I can teach you duelling. But there are certain problems. You are too young. At least give it more 2-3 years. Just on the basis of your occlumency I can't term you worthy for gruesome training. When I say gruesome, it is gruesome. And I won't be gentle. You need to know at least basic duelling. I myself began duelling at the age of 13."
"Ma'am, I can demonstrate basic duelling with you if you allow." Anastasia tried to sound as sober as she could. Fawley's eyes showed a tinge of amusement. "Are you sure, Miss Potter? Did you get your parents permission for this ?"
Annie's face paled. Her parents would never allow it. It was quite obvious. And Leanna Fawley was hesitant in teaching her, so perhaps trying to get out excuses from her.
"I knew you didn't. No sane parents would permit. But the situation ahead is definitely tough. So I will be easy to convince… for now. I will let you a small pass." The master duellist replied with a smile.
"However, what do I get in exchange?"
Anastasia was prepared for this. She tilted her head to open her bag, just then the lady interrupted.
"No, Miss Potter. I don't want money." Anastasia looked at her in confusion, then what did she want?
"That's right. I don't need it. I earn enough in the muggle world, and my parents have left me a fortune. All I need is an oath of secrecy."
Anastasia sighed. Only that ?
"I didn't want to teach you, but you're too stubborn. So let's work out my conditions." Continued Leanna. "You won't mention to anybody about me teaching you, nor about my whereabouts. The Fidelius will remain intact, but I need this sense of security between us. You won't show any sign of recognition, just in case I appear before you in public or if my name is mentioned. As we finish up with your demo, I will lay down some other conditions. Don't worry, they won't be hard to abide by. Now follow me, I will lead you to the duelling room." Saying this the lady turned around and began walking. Anastasia followed meekly behind her.
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The damn house was bigger on the inside. They entered the extremely large room where they meant to start their duelling, it was similar to the room of requirement, she noted. She felt silly upon realising that the room of requirement was adjusted for the DA's classes.
The room was armoured with many cupboards, some of the cupboards had transparent doors, consisting of tall humanoid figures in white. Probably dummies, thought Anastasia. There were some smaller shelves, which protected medals and trophies. She could see some moving photographs at one corner of a shelf, but she was too far to see clearly.
"So.." her trainer's voice brought her out of trance.
"This has plenty of space. I practice here. Now, Miss Potter. Take your position." Said Leanna as she pointed the position across her. Anastasia nodded and took the position.
"For now, we would start with verbal spells. I want to see how good you are. Everything, except the unforgivables. Get me?" Said the mistress duellist in a serious tone.
"Yes, ma'am."
"We would start on the count of 3. 1…..2….3"
"Stupefy!" roared Leanna.
"Protego!" shouted her student.
"Vermillious Duo!"
Fawley blocked it.
"Ebublio!"
Anastasia dodged it.
"Serpensortia!" the tip of Leanna's wand produced a slithering snake.
"Vipera Evanesca! Diffindo!" Potter vanished the reptile.
She fired a Diffindo at her teacher before the latter could finish. Her spell disappeared without a trace as an invisible shield came to action.
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Almost 2 hours had passed. The verbals were wrapped up an hour back. After the duel Anastasia was panting, while her opponent was still and calm like usual. It was understandable, an 8 yr old's body couldn't take much, but her prowess could easily overshadow that. To say that Leanna Fawley was impressed and amazed was an understatement. How the girl was so good, she didn't know. She however tried to restrain on her words as much as possible. She didn't want to ruin a prodigy by giving her a big head.
"I'm fairly impressed Anastasia. If you continue with the same vigour and will power, you would really flourish beyond expectations. However, as I observed, you do have certain weaknesses. You will work on that. You seem too conscious. The opponent can easily figure out you are tensed. Just let loose. Let it go. When under pressure, mould the stress in energy. Your occlumency will certainly give you an edge. As time goes by you will overcome your weaknesses. Don't expect the enemy to let out spells in English or Latin only. You need to know and understand all the spells in different languages. The advantage for various languages is that, the wording of the spells vary in length. As we go ahead we will cover that. Now regarding both verbals and non-verbals, you would know that you can't let down your guard. Don't be surprised if the enemy vanishes to come behind and hit you in the back. You see, in situations like war, morals are disregarded. I don't want to exhaust you further. So, you may sit down for a while. This will be enough for today. " Leanna Fawley paused and sat on the couch in the living room.
Anastasia sat by her side. Hermione had known this previously, but they were too panicked in the hunt for horcruxes. They had no plan at all for the war. Yes, they managed to know the object Horcruxes, but they let it slip their mind that Voldemort still had a piece of his soul in him, and that the death eaters were fiercely loyal to clear any hindrances for their lord.
"I'm tired." She breathe out, with a small smile on her face. The duel was exhausting as well as refreshing. She got to exercise her reflexes again.
"Expected. So, do you still want to continue with the lessons? The thing is, Anastasia, you don't seek just to learn, but to excel. Seek perfection, and you will attain excellence." She had a grave expression on her face.
"Yes, ma'am. I would like to continue."
"Fine. When could you come, you think?"
Anastasia pondered for a moment. "Can I come on either day of weekend? If I can't come, is there a way I can inform you?"
"Yes, Miss Potter. Sunday would do. If you can't come, it can be Saturday. If I'm unavailable, I'll let you know by my Patronus. Do you know the Patronus charm?"
"Yes, I know, ma'am."
Leanna hid any sign of amazement on her face.
"Very well. It's decided then. It will be Sunday. Today is Tuesday. Will expect you next time. And now, let's get to our oath of secrecy."
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Anastasia laid on her bed that night. She hadn't realised that for hours she was away from home. Her parents were not fully okay with the idea that she didn't like cooped up in the house. Jamie would just run off with his bloody broom on the Quidditch pitch. It was a busy day, she decided to rest. Too bad the plan didn't do well.
The banging on the door shook her. She knew very well who it was. She got up and opened the door just to see her annoying brother. They had similar facial features, except their hair and eyes, and he being slightly taller.
"What is it Jim?" She asked, her hands on either sides of the door.
James shoved her slightly and marched in her room. "Hey!" she screamed.
"Where were you today? I wanted to go to Hogsmeade." He whined.
"So? You push me like this.? You could have gone with Mommy."
"Mum had some stupid meeting to attend. I was all alone. Even if she could come with me she wouldn't let me enter the Zonkos. There's no floo network there, so I can't go alone. But you know how to apparate." He pouted. Anastasia rolled her eyes.
"Of course she wouldn't. The last time we played a prank the bloody kitchen got blown off its feet."
"The kitchen did blow up, but not off its feet. And we didn't intend to blow it up, there was a little inconvenience." He corrected her.
"Jamie, it doesn't matter. We were grounded last time, and I don't want to be grounded again. I wouldn't accompany you to the Zonkos either."
She declared.
"Come on, Ana. You can't do this to me. I'm your darling brother after all." He said with innocent puppy eyes.
"Cut the crap Jamie. Those eyes don't work with me. I'm not Dad."
"Yes you're not Dad. You are my mastermind twin. So let's go tomorrow. Pleaseee?" He begged.
"Er… ok. I'll come with you." As soon as the words escaped her lips the boy hugged her tightly and started jumping, leading his glasses to fall down. He picked it up, as he put it on he felt the slight scratch on it. "Stupid thing." He muttered. Anastasia laughed. "That stupid thing helps you to see, stupid." James frowned as she went towards her drawer to get her wand. She came back and muttered an oculus reparo as an amazed James saw his glasses healed up. "Bloody hell."
"From where did you get your wand?" He asked, with a tinge of jealousy.
"Jamie, it's not my wand. I wanted to practice a bit of spells, so I took one of the wands from the locker containing wands of our family. It seemed proper enough for me to use. So here we go." She folded her arms as she answered him.
"Mummy and Daddy know this, dearie?" He asked with a naughty smirk.
"Don't you dare blackmail me, James Fleamont Potter! Otherwise I won't accompany you anywhere. Get me?" She replied coolly.
"Why so pissed, dear sister? I was just joking." He said innocently.
She snorted. She knew he was looking forward for any blackmail material.
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Hogsmeade, 1968
Anastasia and James were wandering in Hogsmeade, with their robes' pockets full. The village was full of Hogwarts students, excited third years roaming to their heart's content. The siblings were thankful that nobody had noticed the lone kids' side-along apparating. James had made his way towards Zonkos, but Anastasia caught hold of him before he ran further.
"What?" He frowned.
"Not now. Let's go to Honeydukes. I want to buy candies. Then The Three Broomsticks. Let's have butterbeer. Let's wander some more. And then let's go to the Zonkos. Let's build up your patience more. What say ?" She suggested. James sighed. He knew no way would his sister listen to anything else. How he wished he was the one who was older! But he doubted if Anastasia would let off her foot even in that case.
"Okay!" Reluctantly he went along with her to Honeydukes. She was not wrong though. Candy first, then jokes.
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They sat in The Three Broomsticks as they sipped on their butterbeer. They had been munching on their candies in Honeydukes, well aware of the Hogwarts students eyeing them. One look from Anastasia, and their eyes crawled back. Staring gits, she thought.
Across their table, she could see a gang of 4 Slytherins on the opposite table. Eyes didn't escape them in the pub as well, it was too difficult to ignore two little kids by themselves.
She recognised one of the Slytherins. He looked similiar to Lucius Malfoy, was it him? She averted her gaze as to not let him know of her staring.
James was slightly nervous, never had they come along by themselves before.
"Done Jamie?" She asked as she finished the last drop of her drink, foam forming a moustache on her face.
"Can ask the same about your face." he snickered.
She licked it away and stood up. They had already paid for the drinks.
"Where you going?" He frowned. "To the Zonkos." She grinned. James gulped down his drink and pulled at her arm. "Annie, you were the one who said to build patience, so the same is for you too." He declared in a sing song voice.
"I'm not going anywhere without you. Calm down I was joking." said Anastasia, laughing. He scowled at her. Just then, he saw the pub's door pushed, and saw his mother's frame entering in, with another lady, who seemed vaguely familiar. He paled. Ana followed his direction and caught hold of his arm. "Come on, let's hide somewhere." She said through gritted teeth, and they both ran off in the farthest corner, hoping their mother won't be coming there.
"Damnit. Should have got the invisibility cloak." whispered James.
"Jimmy?"
"Yes?"
"I have the cloak." She smiled mischievously.
"Now... that's my sister. Let's get this thing on us and escape." He said happily.
"No." said Anastasia firmly. "We eavesdrop."
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The woman with their mother happened to be the newly appointed Minister of Magic, Eugenia Jenkins. Their mother was the head of the DMLE, and Anastasia had figured that it must be about the attacks happening on muggles and muggleborns from the past 3 years. The onslaught was obviously magical, but the ministry was being too shy to admit it. She was confused whether to take James with her or no, but his occlumency shields were well enough (for which she credited herself) so she didn't have to fear any legilimency attack.
So there they were, climbing the stairs carefully, following the women, under the invisibility cloak. They reached the door and very slowly opened it, making it appear to the room occupants to be the magic of wind. She had warned James not to make the slightest noise, otherwise he may forget the Zonkos.
They stood quietly, sticking together as they witnessed the conversation. A man was seated across the women, whom Ana recognised in an instant. Bartemius Crouch Sr.! She wondered why he was here.
"Madam Potter. I have recently taken the post as the Minister. Whatever has been happening from three years is quite bothering, isn't it ? We don't know who he is, don't know where he came from. There are rumors that half-bloods have been attacked as well. This is affecting our magical population. The muggleborns might not be liked by all, but they belong in our world. I want to know what your department has been doing regarding this, this mess called Voldemort."
They could see their mother open her mouth for a second, straighten herself up. "Minister, despite the wizarding world's light take on this, some from our department could manage to get some pieces. Voldemort is a bigot who is promoting the pureblood mania, though I'm not sure if he himself might be a pureblood. He certainly has managed to get a bunch of minions, who cast weird spells in the sky after every murder." She continued. "We are not sure exactly, but they might have recruited some passed out students of..Hogwarts."
James has stayed true to his word, resisting to gasp at that. This was totally new to him. Poor boy, Ana thought sadly.
This time, Crouch spoke. "Your team must've found the nature of the spell, isn't it ? I don't think that is going to help much. Most members of the Sacred 28, even some half-bloods must be excited to join him. How about we issue a special order and raid their homes?" He finished, his hands on each other.
"Mr. Crouch, you seem to forget something. Your family is one of the Sacred 28. Despite having 100% magical blood, we Potters refuse to be acknowledged in that group. And suppose, we make an exception for you, and raid the suspected houses, what if that triggers them? Even the non-supporters would follow this new Lord to cover up for their insult." replied Euphemia Potter.
"We get what you say, Madam Potter. But we would have to act quickly if we must. We do NOT need another Grindelwald." The Minister continued. "I think it's time we once again contact the Muggle Prime Minister, but I'm afraid WE would receive the blame for the crimes occurring."
The other two heads nodded. "Mr Crouch, being the head of Department of International Magical Cooperation, if you receive any updates regarding Voldemort out of Britain, you will inform me. Madam Potter, I hope your team gets more updates till the time we meet again. I didn't want the staff to suspect, so I called the two of you here. Hopefully the meeting will be a secret." Jenkins glanced at the two expectantly.
"Yes, Minister." The head of DMLE replied.
"All right, I shall take your leave now. Have a nice day." The trio rose from their seat as they walked out, narrowly missing the invisible duo.
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Anastasia was mad, really mad. What load of bull was this? Was the Minister's seat spelled to make it available only to buffoons. She knew she hardly knew the Minister, but with experience with her successors she couldn't say anything else.
And secondly, who the hell arranged such a confidential meeting in a freaking pub?
They might have put around Muffliato, but the room was not spelled anti-intruders. Though she was thankful they didn't.
James was a little too shook about this. He was not exposed to this before. Most are not. He was only 8 years old after all. "Jamie." She pat his back as they walked out of the pub. He turned around, obviously out of his trance. "Don't you want to go to Zonkos?"
He literally roared. "Of course I do." "Tag along then." She said as they hurriedly paced ahead.
She couldn't protect Harry, but she would protect this one.
I was planning to write much more on this, but I have thought of writing the rest in the 3rd chapter. In Canon, Voldemort's reign began during the late 60s or early 70s. I have decided to modify it slightly and make it 1965.
Fawley is a pureblood family, so I will be writing a bit more on the duellist as well. I'm sorry I wrapped up the duel section fast, I'm not good at writing on duels, even worse on Quidditch.
I realised I might have screwed out the birth part the previous chap, oops!
And yes I'm really happy for the first review, which is a suggestion :) Thanks to angela22zuni.