Harry Potter and the Armor of God
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Chapter 1
Verse for this Chapter (taken majorly out of context): 2 Peter 1:21[1]
Location: Ritual Chambers, Floating Castle Brocken Sentinel, Irish Sea
Time: May 23, 1980
"The one who will bring the light of salvation to the wizarding world approaches. Born to those who have thrice escaped the serpent's coils, born as the seventh month dies. And he shall be marked with the sign of the one who has overcome death, who will give him the power to overcome snakes and scorpions. Though the enemy will assail him, he will never be tested beyond what he can endure, for he will be guarded and protected by powers beyond belief. As the seventh month dies, born is one who will bring relief."
Tom Marvolo Riddle, going by the moniker of Lord Voldemort, steepled his magically manicured fingers as he pondered the full prophecy partially overheard by Severus Snape, who was promptly rewarded with a position in his Inner Circle. Not that Voldemort didn't intend to do so eventually, Snape had extraordinary potential both on and off the battlefield. Overhearing the prophecy just gave Voldemort an excuse to promote the talented Half Blood into a position denied to Pure Bloods.
The wording of the prophecy Snape overheard was vague enough that Voldemort had thought he needed more information to act on. As large as his ego was, Voldemort didn't consider himself a threat to the wizarding world. At least, not to the ENTIRE wizarding world. Once he had conquered the magical United Kingdom, he intended to change his modus operandi to allow for the so-called "Mudbloods" to live in other countries if they would submit. By making an example out of those who had stronger ties to the Muggle world than the superior wizarding world in Britain, Muggleborns in other countries would be only to happy to submit if it would mean being spared the fate of their British counterparts. Tom Riddle didn't possess the same prejudices as the majority of his Pure Blood followers. He very much wanted to make the world one ruled by the obviously superior wizards as Gellert Grindelwald had proposed, it was just the way nature intended. And like Grindelwald, Lord Voldemort planned it for the Greater Good. Only, it wasn't wizards ruling the Muggles for their own good. When Voldemort had reunited the wizarding world, he would oversee the wizarding population slowly but surely overtake the Muggles as the majority of humans in the manner outlined by the genius TJ Yaxely in 1729.
So Voldemort wasn't as certain he would need to kill the subject of the prophecy as it might have been if the prophecy foretold 'one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord'. Indeed, doing so might actually result in a setback to his plans. Thus, Voldemort had determined he needed more information on the prophecy, the least of which would be the full wording of the prophecy. So he had summoned the spirit who reigned over his quinance of Capricorn, who happened to be a specialist in revealing Past, Present, and Future.
"You were very wise to contact me, Tom." the being who had taken the form of a stunningly beautiful woman wearing black velvet robes trimmed with white gold thread and a Duchess' crown tied around her sinfully slender waist, reclined suggestively on a camel that somehow managed to look more majestic than even a unicorn. "A colleague and superior of mine by the name of Vassago took possession of the pathetic woman and was prompted to make the prophecy. I am curious, just how did you manage to become aware of it? I know that the prophecy was given deep in the territory of your enemies." Gremory, the spirit in question, resisted the temptation to let the warlock see her temporary physical manifestation roll its eyes. As if she didn't know. Observing every millimeter of the planet simultaneously at a rate thousands of frames per second wasn't even 1% of what she did on a constant basis, but if humans knew just how absurdly out of their league they were in dealing with her ilk while they were mortal, none of them would try and make deals. For hell's sake, this meatbag's ego was offended when she called him by the name he gave her when she had first appeared to him. And he was such a delightfully eager collaborator, Gremory would face most unpleasant consequences if she managed to drive the man calling himself Voldemort from out of their direct influence.
Voldemort suppressed the urge to scowl at the spirit's use of his real name. He so wished his demonic allies would use his new chosen name. Tom Marvolo Riddle had spent his miserable years in the orphanage developing his skills with anagrams and the French language to come up with "I AM LORD VOLDEMORT", it hurt his feelings when people didn't use the name he had cleverly come up with.
Wait, what? How in Merlin's baggy trousers did you come up with the idea that Lord Voldemort, most powerful Dark practitioner of the millennium, was capable of being such a pansy?! Do you have a wish to be tortured into insanity or something? You will forget any such notions if you know what's good for you! The only thing that Lord Voldemort feels when people do not refer to him by his chosen moniker is burning, seething, murderous anger! Do we understand each other? Good. Then we can continue with the story.
"One of my subordinates, Severus Snape, happened to overhear the first two lines before Dumbledore's brother and the owner of the bar had thrown him out."
"Ah, yes, Severus Snape. Quite the potential in that one. Pity that he doesn't seek out the assistance of his guardian spirits. He could go so far." Gremory sighed with a shake of her head.
"Unfortunately, young Severus' mother had bad experiences with spirits due to lack of a properly prepared protective circle, and was cursed by having her nose twisted into a hook shape and her formerly silky dark hair turned greasy, which her son was unfortunate enough to inherit. Eileen Prince certainly wasn't any less attractive than the average witch when I graduated from Hogwarts, let alone less attractive than the average Muggle woman. So Severus is careful not to rely on the powers of beings from a higher plane beyond supplementing his own impressive natural abilities."
"Ah, I can see it now. His Lordship, the Most Honorable Osiris was the one to inflict that punishment upon the witch arrogantly insisting that she be allowed to keep the attractiveness enhancements she was granted with the expectation that she use her charms to win over a young man we knew had the potential of being very inconvenient in the future. She failed to seduce him, but expected to at least keep the physical augmentation for her troubles. Osiris was not about to reward failure, so he revoked the magic that had kept her beautiful despite not taking care of her appearance, plus making her neglected hair permanently greasy and reshaping her nose. Stuck up twat was too indignant to owe Lord Osiris a small favor to have her appearance returned to normal."
"To be fair, it is never a good idea to owe a demon an unspecified favor, no matter how "small" it may be phrased to be." Voldemort responded with a smirk. "I will try and talk to young Severus about reconsidering establishing a relationship with entities of higher planes, but I won't be too pushy about it. My claim on his soul through the Dark Mark[1] will be considerably weakened if someone else has a stronger claim than one of mere allegiance. And from what I've gathered of the young man, he has an aversion to having to rely on others any more than absolutely necessary."
"How inconveniently wise of him. Do at least introduce him to using tracing sigils with wand movements, nothing is expected of him in return save for acknowledging that his power is being multiplied by our kind… and perhaps passing them on to any apprentices he might have. Stirring a potion in the pattern of a sigil will increase the potency by an order of magnitude, and I foresee him being able to figure out which seals can be traced given the acceptable stirring methods."
Voldemort promised to make Snape do as such if he had to place the young man under the Imperius Curse to do it. Severus Snape was one of the youngest persons to pass the H.A.W.K. exams for Potions Mastery, and that was all due to his own natural, unaugmented abilities. "So, how do you recommend I react to this prophecy, if I should take any action at all?"
(Author's Note: H.A.W.K. Highly Arcane Wizarding Knowledge ©Tepheris 2016)
Gremory appeared to bite her lip thoughtfully. "As I said, you were very wise to seek guidance before acting. It is a very delicate scenario, and even my powers are unable to give a definitive verdict on how matters will unfold. We are hoping that by having given the prophecy, the wizards and witches who style themselves as 'light' will think that the salvation the child of prophecy will bring is more in terms of getting rid of Dark Practitioners and reverse the current relationship between wizardkind and Muggles. But truthfully, the child of prophecy is likely to reveal the way to salvation as defined as - " Gremory flinched as if struck and her ravishing features briefly contorted as if she had tasted and smelled things that made her wish to empty the contents of her stomach. "- the Enemy. From the wizarding world's perspective, it would be more accurate to portray the child as prophecy as being likely to shake the very foundations of your society, and not in a favorable way."
Voldemort's eyebrows would have raised if he still had them. "If no one would want to have this accursed child realize his destiny, why is the prophecy worded in such a favorable manner?"
The Duchess scowled hatefully, her unearthly beauty fading for a brief instance and displaying the hellish anger that lay underneath the thin coating of sensual beauty. "Contrary to how affairs may appear from your perspective, our kind has already lost the war with our Enemy. Sick naval probably gets off on letting us rule the majority of this world, knowing that it is only for a while before that mif'letzet takes away everything good from us. While we are largely free to operate as we please with those who aren't under the Enemy's protection, there is considerable restriction on what we can do to those who are under the protection of the opposition. The children of prophecy are going to be placed under strong protection if they live to see their christening."
"This does not explain why the prophecy had to be phrased as if it were something that would be welcomed by the wizarding world instead of accurately representing the kinds of changes the child of prophecy is anticipated to bring. Why not have the Trelawney woman tell things like they were?"
"We thought about it, but doing so would have been required a major reallocation of forces not worth the setbacks we would face on other, more important fronts. And even if we did, the Enemy Sovereign would find another way. To be honest, I'm surprised we've been able to prevent the Enemy from raising an Apostle for this long. But by making the -" Gremory's demeanor returned to the haughty and sensual expression Voldemort came to expect from a Duchess of Hell as her lips twitched upward. "- so-called "light" side think that the Enemy's Apostle is meant to bring wizards and witches into a golden age, they'll make a concerted effort to see that the prophesied meatbag is well grounded in your culture and rip out any hooks the Enemy may sink into them. Ideally we'd like to lead the meatbag into rejecting the Enemy and let him bring about the kind of outcome those of the "light" side thinks about when they hear the prophecy, but we would still be most grateful to anyone who could take out the child before he becomes a problem to both our kind."
"How grateful are we talking?" Voldemort asked, again lamenting his lack of eyebrows.
"Enough that you would rush recklessly ahead without thought of the danger, Tom. Since your partnership with my kind has been so mutually beneficial, I must warn you that even while the meatbag is too young to wield magic personally. The Enemy will send protection that are only limited by how much the Enemy Sovereign restricts them to, and He has been known to literally move Heaven and Earth to protect his precious meatbag sycophants." Gremory's eyes narrowed as she read Voldemort's thoughts that maybe he had chosen the wrong side. While this was true, it was already too late for Tom, who would never repent for his wrongs. "Now Tom, is this doubt my thanks for warning you of the dangers before the thoughts of the rewards banished all thoughts of drawbacks? Besides, I swear upon my magic and my soul that the Enemy would not accept you as you are, and you would not be willing to make yourself acceptable. May Heaven, Earth, and Hell strike me down and tear my soul asunder if I cannot say with anything less than ontological certitude that you will be happier siding with my kind than with the Enemy!"
A wave of sheer power that resonated in the soul burst forth from Duchess Gremory as she invoked the most solemn of oaths known to mortals. While the demoness could have easily been lying and Voldemort would have been none the wiser, Gremory found it all the sweeter that she had told the truth. It was the greatest pleasure a fallen angel would have after Judgement to know that they had influenced a human into actually preferring eternal separation from their Creator to eternal life in paradise.
"I apologize for doubting you, Your Ladyship. My wavering must have come across as particularly ungrateful considering it is standard operating procedure for those of your ilk to hide the more unsavory aspects of an undertaking." Voldemort bowed his head briefly. Even a Dark Lord of his caliber would be foolish to not reciprocate the level of consideration that he was being shown. "The potential rewards must be great indeed if you were willing to be so candid regarding the risks."
"Indeed, Tom. The last mortal who was able to complete a task of equivalent importance for my kin was rewarded quite handsomely indeed. Managing to terminate this Apostle is projected to involve a considerable deal more risk than back in 1364, so it is only fitting that the rewards be greater. Since you've worked with us in the past and already have part of what we gave that wizard, you will be compensated quite handsomely."
Gremory's "eyes" closed briefly and her lips twitched rapidly as if forming tens of thousands of words every second. After about six seconds, the Duchess of Hell opened her eyes and smirked at the mortal who had summoned her.
"Oh, His Most Reverend Excellency and Infernal Worship Baal-Berith is feeling prepared to offer most generous compensation indeed. An upfront payment that you can keep regardless of success so long as you give the task of eliminating the Apostle the good old college try that you're going to love, the secret of transmutation from the Chief Portion Steward, His Infernal Worship Dagon, and the ability to make so many Horcruxes that you could do nothing but create new ones non-stop for a century and not feel any side effects. Of course, that assumes you could find an enough suitably innocent souls as a sacrifice."
"Don't bullshit me. That would imply I could make thousands of Horcruxes. If not for the vastly superior Arithmantic properties of the number seven, I would have stopped at five due to the side effects. The soul couldn't survive being split so many times." Lord Voldemort said with irritation.
"Millions actually, and I am being completely serious, Tom. Incidentally, the down payment is a getting rid of the existing side effects you've incurred from making Horcruxes. As for the soul, you'd be appalled to know how much potential the enemy denies humanity access to. Humans estimate the weight of the sun to be 3.13213894 times 10 to the 29th power stone, and that it will have the lifespan of ten billion years. Your highly muscled modified body weighs 14 stone -"
"Is there a point to this?" Voldemort interrupted impatiently.
The camel the demoness lay on gave the self-styled Dark Lord a warning shot by spitting a globule of molten uranium that ate through the floor in a heartbeat as Gremory continued. "So if your body had the same energy output as a star of your size, it would take 2.2372421 times 10 to the 38th years to equal that of a star. But souls are eternal, Tom. They will never die out. As in ever. No real difference in the energy output in a vigintillion years than from now. Wait, correction, in much less than a vigintillion years you'll have access to more power than the sun at every moment, with no end. Should you succeed in the killing off the prophesied Apostle, His Most Reverend Excellency and Infernal Worship Baal-Berith will teach you the method of dividing the power of the soul used by beings of higher planes."
"If the soul is capable of outputting power greater than the sun, why am I so limited now?" Voldemort countered.
"For the same reason that you and every other can't use all the strength their muscles are capable of except in exceptional circumstances; it would damage your body and you were designed that way. You're extremely powerful for a mortal Tom, but what do you think would be the outcome if the amount of Internal Spiritual Power you used to destroy the wards on the McKinnon estate every second?"
Voldemort considered that for a moment. The McKinnon ancestral home was warded extremely well. Obviously not well enough to prevent him from tearing down the protections to allow the members of his Inner Circle from butchering the residents, but in doing so he had suffered very minor nerve damage due to more magical power than he was accustomed to on a day-to-day basis flowing through his system. If a burst of magic that was but a drop in the ocean compared to the energy of a sun over a relatively short period of time caused even his ritual enhanced body mild discomfort, Voldemort had to concede that a constant stream of even the slightest fraction of the power of a star would destroy any human.
"But if the soul does have such power, how does the body contain it?" Voldemort asked curiously.
"The exact details are above even my pay-grade, Tom, but I gather it is similar to the connection of the mind to the body. The mind doesn't always seem to operate within the confines of the flesh during dreams or astral projection, now does it? The physical and the spiritual may be linked, but they are separate. Why do you think that we ask for a vessel to possess during a summoning? Although it is well within our power to conjure one of our own, having a physical form is rather foreign to us, and it's honestly a pain in the fanny to use a small enough amount of power that the Enemy doesn't get our case for violating the rules of engagement. There are a few exceptions of course. Samigina and the Most Noble Orobas produce Porlocks[3] to possess, His Honorable Worship Khepu conjures Chimera[4], Valefar manifests as a Manticore[5], Avnas appropriates Ashwinders[6], Classyalabolas incarnates as a Crup[7], Botis becomes a Bicorn[8], the Right Honorable Inspector General Naberius is so associated with Cerberus[9] that he had his name changed to avoid confusion, Murmux and Vapula generate Griffins[10], and others, but they made special arrangements to gain those abilities."
Gremory suddenly scowled again and looked around suspiciously while the camel's eyes glowed like a dying star and opened its mouth to show teeth that would make a Caerbannog Hare[11] look like Tom the Leaky Cauldron Innkeeper in comparison. It was terrifying enough that Lord Voldemort was not ashamed to relate that his voice was more high-pitched than usual when he asked what the problem was. The Duchess reapplied the pleasant and sensual façade again and the camel ceased to be more terrifying than being surrounded by a battalion of boggarts. Gremory shook her head, muttering in an unintelligible language, though Voldemort could have sworn he heard words conveying the concepts of 'foreshadowing' and 'exposition'.
"It's nothing that you have to concern yourself with, Tom. Yes, it is certainly troubling to ME, but I can assure you that it does not affect you. And even if it were, you wouldn't be able to do anything about it aside from seeking assistance from my kind. I suppose technically, you could cross from the mortal plane, but I assure you that even to me, the situation isn't anywhere near so desperate to require such drastic measures. Now, I believe we have gone off at quite a tangent, which is what I found worrying. It's not in my nature to do so, and can be indication that control of the scenario may be slipping outside one's control."
"Quite. Now assuming that the extraordinary revelations you've told me about the soul are true, why is it that after only 6 Horcruxes I've experienced such negative side effects?"
"A very fair question, Tom, to which I'll counter with one of my own. If I, a being who exists primarily on the level of the soul ancient enough to have seen the birth and death of stars can only make educated guesses about the relationship between body and soul, than what do you think the results of a being who isn't even able to access a speck of the soul's capabilities undergoes a process to split the soul in half? A Practitioner of your skill and caliber is capable of creating about three Horcruxes without aide from spirits who have an idea of how to deal with the soul, well, let's just say the fact you look fully human from behind is rather remarkable. You've been breaking off a bit of every aspect of your being when creating a Horcrux, the method we spirits use to divide our souls you may learn if successful merely partitions our power. It would be a great deal more efficient for you. As the Enemy won't suffer you access to millionths of what your soul would be capable of if not for that meddlesome nitpicking Enemy will allow, the only problem for you would be to find enough 'innocents' -" Gremory's camel snorted "- for the ritual murders necessary to create a Horcrux. But I really am not the expert about these kind of things, my specialties are Divination, Treasure, and Sex."
The orange candles that Voldemort had lit as part of the ritual summoning let out three flares before it began to dim in warning as it approached the end of a demon summoning session for safety reasons.
"It would appear our time is drawing to a close, Tom. If you want to know more about the soul and other divine matters, you should talk to Osé, Viceroy Furfur (but be sure to call her by that particular title), or if you want to go deep into the minutiae, contact the Much Honored and Reverend Royal Majesty Horus. To make the pact to eliminate the potential Apostles official, summon His Most Reverend Excellency and Infernal Worship Baal-Berith. I'm afraid that the Rules of Engagement forbid me to explicitly tell you the identities of the potential Apostles, but you'd be able to figure it out if you substitute "thrice escaped the serpent's coils" with "thrice defied the Dark Lord". Despite the first actually referring to refusing to make a pact with my brethren, they also managed to escape a direct confrontation with you three times and live."
Voldemort nodded and proceeded to recite an ancient formula. "O thou Gremory, because thou hast-diligently answered unto my demands and hast been very ready and willing to come at my call, I do here license thee to depart unto thy proper place; without causing harm or danger unto man or beast. Depart, then, I say, and be thou very ready to come at my call, being duly exorcised and conjured by the sacred rites of magic."
Gremory rolled her eyes, as did the camel before they both burst into flames that bore an uncanny resemblance to Fiendfyre, except that they didn't burn anything. In their place was the corpse of a unicorn and the shuddering body of a Muggleborn witch who was exceptional enough the Dark Lord had ordered her captured to be used as a medium for his demonic allies to possess. Voldemort casually pointed his wand at the unfortunate woman.
"Scindo Dedisco," he drawled casually, casting an unholy hybrid of a Memory Charm and the Cruciatus Curse that tortured the victim until they willingly forced whatever memories the caster desired from their soul. Either that or it scarred the tissue of the brain where the memory was stored to the point where the memory was physically deleted, Voldemort couldn't be bothered to remember which. He had people to do that for him. The important thing was that unlike conventional Memory Charms, it couldn't be undone, and Voldemort wasn't about to take the risk that any of his Death Eaters would find out about the rewards the demons would give to whoever would kill off these so-called Apostles. He wouldn't even trust such loyal Death Eaters as the Lestrange Brothers and Bartemius Crouch Jr. to not seize the prize for themselves, and if they did, they would be fools to remain subordinate to him. And if her husband was given such power, even dear sweet Bella might turn her back on him.
Duchess Gremory was right, as always. That little clarification of the prophecy narrowed down the potential Apostles to the children of either the Longbottoms or the Potters. Given what Voldemort had managed to gather about the Enemy the demons spoke of coupled with the term "Apostle", the child of the prophecy would somehow become a Christian despite the ostracism say individual who paid anything beyond lip service to the religion responsible for forcing witches and wizards into isolating themselves from the rest of humanity. Seeing as how Frank Longbottom and his wife Alice were both raised in the magical community, Voldemort doubted that any child of theirs would become an Apostle, so the blood-traitor James Potter and the trollop Lily Potter were really the only logical progenitors for this child of prophecy. As one of his Death Eaters dragged the tortured Mudblood away to further torments, Voldemort muttered a spell to cause the recently applied Dark Mark of one Petter Pettigrew to burn, notifying the simpering fool to present himself as soon as possible.
[1] 2 Peter 1:21
"For prophecy never had its origin in the will of man"
Majorly out of context because the rest of the verse continues:
"but prophets, though human, spoke from God as they were carried along by the Holy Spirit."
New International Version (NIV)
Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV® Copyright ©1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.® All rights reserved worldwide.
[2] The concept of the Voldemort having claim over the souls of Death Eaters with the Dark Mark comes from the story On a Pale Horse by Hyliian
Magi of Ephesus vs Ministry of Magic Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Classification Equivalency
Key: Magi of Ephesus Classification | M.O.M. Classification | Example(s)
X-Rank | XXXXX | Incarnate Pagan Deity
SS-Rank | XXXXX | Nundu, Demon Possessed Witch/Wizard
S-Rank | XXXXX | Dragon, Basilisk
A-Rank | XXXX - XXXXX | Troll, Sphinx, Acromantula
B-Rank | XXX - XXXX | Hippogriff, Red Cap, Erkling
C-Rank | XXX | Kneazle, Niffler, Murtlap
D-Rank | XX | Imp, Jobberknoll, Diricawl
E-Rank | X | Horklump, Flobberworm
[3] Porlock
Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Classification: XX (Harmless/ may be domesticated)
Magi of Ephesus Overall Threat Rating: D-Rank (Only a threat to individuals less able to defend themselves than a six-year old with a baseball bat)
Rating When Aware of Potential Threat: E-Rank
Difficulty to Identify: D-Rank (anyone previously given a description should be able to identify)
[4] Chimera
Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Classification: XXXXX (Known Wizard Killer/Impossible to Train or Domesticate/Anything Hagrid likes)
Magi of Ephesus Overall Threat Rating: S-Rank (Deadly even to fully fledged Magi of Ephesus)
Rating When Aware of Potential Threat: S-Rank
Difficulty to Identify: E-Rank (even Muggles can identify)
[5] Manticore
Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Classification: XXXXX (Known Wizard Killer/Impossible to Train or Domesticate)
Magi of Ephesus Overall Threat Rating: S-Rank
Rating When Aware of Potential Threat: S-Rank
Difficulty to Identify: E-Rank (even Muggles can identify)
[6] Ashwinder
Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Classification: XXX (Competent Wizard Should Cope)
Magi of Ephesus Overall Threat Rating: B-Rank
Rating When Aware of Potential Threat: C-Rank
Difficulty to Identify: C-Rank
[7] Crup
Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Classification: XXX (Competent Wizard Should Cope)
Magi of Ephesus Overall Threat Rating: C-Rank
Rating When Aware of Potential Threat: D-Rank
Difficulty to Identify: S-Rank (Wizarding law demands the distinctive forked tail be removed)
[8] Bicorn
Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Classification: XXXX (Dangerous/Requires Specialist Knowledge/Skilled Wizard may Handle)
Magi of Ephesus Overall Threat Rating: A-Rank
Rating When Aware of Potential Threat: B-Rank
Difficulty to Identify: C-Rank
[9] Cerberus
Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Classification: XXXX (Dangerous/Requires Specialist Knowledge/Skilled Wizard may Handle)
Magi of Ephesus Overall Threat Rating: B-Rank
Rating When Aware of Potential Threat: C-Rank
Difficulty to Identify: E-Rank
[10] Griffen
Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Classification: XXXX (Dangerous/Requires Specialist Knowledge/Skilled Wizard may Handle)
Magi of Ephesus Overall Threat Rating: A-Rank
Rating When Aware of Potential Threat: A-Rank
Difficulty to Identify: E-Rank
[11] Caerbannog Hare
Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Classification: XXXX (Dangerous/Requires Specialist Knowledge/Skilled Wizard may Handle)
Magi of Ephesus Overall Threat Rating: B-Rank
Rating When Aware of Potential Threat: C-Rank
Difficulty to Identify: S-Rank (5% of identifying in time to take proper precautions when unsuspecting of presence in the area, B-Rank if one is forewarned)
When Newton "Newt" Artemis Fido Scamander was asked why he didn't include the Caerbannog Hare in the 52nd edition Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, the illustrious Magizoologist had this to say: "Those rodents with unusual incisors? I don't think they exist."
