Due to my regular beta being ill, this has been beta-ed by Ogermen. Special thanks to him for his work on this chapter.

Keep my regular beta, Jostanos, in your thoughts and prayers. Thanks.

Anyway, life also happened which put a delay on this particular chapter. I apologize for that and thank each and everyone of my readers for your patience. Thank you all.

Also, this chapter is important to me because I reveal the identity of the Necromancer. So before you read, make any last guesses of who it is and...well, just read and review and tell me if you saw it coming? Also any *constructive* criticism is appreciated. Flames will be ignored and/or deleted/reported as appropriate. If you don't like, that's okay. I've ready many stories that I didn't like at first or that I didn't like a chapter or I didn't like how it ended, but I enjoyed the overall story. Hopefully, you will enjoy the overall story even if you don't like some parts.

Dumbledore was a bit put out. Scratch that, he was mildly irritated. Scratch that…he was, well, he was pissed off.

Not only did those Yanks have the audacity to apply the law to him (as if the law applied to him) but they then had the audacity to ban him (ban him!) from their country, just because he violated their laws (which shouldn't even apply to him in the first place!)

The sheer and utter arrogance of those yanks. How dare they!

Well, he was not taking this lying down. No sir. He called an emergency session of the ICW and immediately introduced a resolution to apply economic sanctions against the yanks for the duration of the ban against him.

Of course, that wouldn't exactly work. Unlike its muggle counterpart, Magical America was the center of Magical commerce and industry. Almost everything magical was made in America. But, Albus was blinded by his rage and used his iron fisted tight control over the Wizengamot to force through his resolution even though most of the members were against it. Of course, he didn't know that his legislation would have the opposite of his intended effect, and cause the end of the ICW, when countries would start leaving the ICW to join the Magical UN, which was on the rise, and almost cause the economic collapse of both magical, and muggle, Europe, which were oddly tied together as somehow muggle investment firms ended up investing in magical companies from time to time.

The source of this iron-fisted tight control was not The Necromancer, as his programming mainly centered on trying to get Harry Potter back, so that The Necromancer could seize control of the boy, turn him dark, and cause him to destroy the world that Albus Dumbledore had so lovingly built up around himself.

Yes, the Necromancer did not care for politics himself. That was his brother's domain, and so Aberforth Dumbledore, also known as the Necromancer, left his brother to run the ICW and the Wizengamot as he saw fit, and only concentrated on using his Necromancy to further his goals of imprisoning Albus in his own personal hell, because Aberforth never forgave Albus for killing Ariana. While Albus would claim that it was Gellert who killed her, Abeforth had used his pensieve to study that night over, and over, and over again, and came upon the conclusion that led to him hating Albus. The green light of the killing curse came from Albus's wand, pointed at Ariana, and the light that came from Gellert's wand was the red light of a stunner, his own wand had also had the red light of a stunner, pointed at Gellert.

And it was later that summer that Aberforth, after examining the memory for several hours, and finally coming to the conclusion that Albus was guilty of murder, stumbled upon his mother's private room quite by accident. He was looking for a law book so that he could use the ancient family laws to accuse Albus of murder, when the book he pulled from the shelf opened a secret door, which revealed a safe, which in turn revealed his mother's journal, which again in turn revealed that she was a Necromancer, not a muggleborn, and that she had hidden all of her necromancy related items in the basement of the store that her father-in-law owned, and willed to her after the arrest of her husband, which was now his own bar, The Hogs Head.

He had eagerly read all the books, performed a few rituals, and made his first soul gem to draw power from outside of his own so that he could cast the necromancy spells. You see, the thing about necromancy, one of the reasons it was forbidden is that it corrupted the magic of those who cast it, if they used their own magic. However, if they used soul gems to draw magic from the souls of creatures or people, then it did not corrupt them. Of course, drawing magic from the soul of a creature, even an ant, was also forbidden, never mind a human soul. It was considered the black arts, worse than the dark arts.

And thanks to his mother, Kendra Dumbledore, he had a large library of necromantic texts and a connection to his Brother's office, his brother's mind, and his brother's phoenix. It was all perfect. His plans were going perfectly. Sure, the Death Eaters were a bit stupid, and his own followers were all, basically, morons, but his plans just could not fail, or so he told himself.

And that is when his plans began to fail. The Earth Phoenix managed to get Fawkes to the Elders and free him from the Necromancer's influence. Fawkes then managed to get Albus free as well, but it was already far too late. The Darkness that had infested his soul ever since the day he murdered his sister, the darkness he had suppressed for years after, had taken root and sprouted.

Meanwhile, while the carefully laid plans of Aberforth 'The Necromancer' Dumbledore were falling apart, unknown to him of course, thanks to the efforts of an Earth Phoenix that loved kids and took her duties of protecting the innocent very seriously. Well, the plans weren't all that brilliant to begin with. Necromancy may be old magic, but it was also inherently unstable. If a necromancer did not constantly recast the spells, then they faded over time. The exception were blood binding spells, which could be warped but did not fade over time, this was because they were fueled by the life force of the person they were bound to, which was one reason why most of them were quite illegal. And necromantic spells on the mind could be easily undone, especially those done to a phoenix because of their natural regenerative powers. All they had to do to free Fawkes and make him immune was to induce a burning day. This broke the spell and his natural healing gave him immunity against the same spells being used again. Of course, the immunity would break at his next burning day unless the spells were cast on him before then, but after six or seven burning-day induced immunities, the immunity would be permanent.

While Albus was raging about the arrogance of the yanks, Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge had a visitor. He was sitting at his desk when he looked up and saw an old man dressed in white, with white hair, a long white beard and a white staff standing in front of his desk.

"How did you get in here? Who are you?" said Fudge in his cowardly voice, hoping he could get to his wand and signal the guards.

"How I got in here is of no consequence. Who you are and what you intend to do will shape the future of this world," said the old man in a wispy voice like air flowing over silk.

"What?"

"Cornelius Oswald Fudge, a man who barely made it out of Hogwarts, a Hufflepuff who loves his wife, but spends his time cavorting with his undersecretary because she makes him feel better about himself. A man who takes bribes from certain, dark, individuals-" said the old man when Fudge interrupted him.

"Now see here! I do not know who you think you are…" said Fudge turning puce with rage

"SILENCE!" the old man said, magic and authority flowing from his voice, "You will listen to what I say and you will be silent until I am finished!"

Fudge opened his mouth but no words could come out. It's not that he was silenced; he could no longer physically speak, he simply nodded his head in response.

"Now as I was saying, you take bribes from dark individuals and you are not exactly a paragon of virtue and light. You have a chance, Cornelius Oswald Fudge, to go down in History as the Minister who saw an Opportunity and took it, or as the Minister who failed when the people needed him most. You have in this world, three Dark Lords. One is known worldwide as the Necromancer. Ask the Unspeakables about him, but do not trust Rookwood. Another, is Lord Voldemort; while his body was destroyed, his soul remains anchored to this plane while the vessels he uses to contain his soul continue to exist. The final Dark Lord is sleeping but has just awakened. Sadly, it is Albus Dumbledore; he will turn Dark and if you do not act quickly and do as I say, he will rise up, and make Gellert Grindlewald and Lord Voldemort combined look like paragons of the light. The destruction he can wreak with the 'tools' and magic at his disposal will leave this world, magic and muggle alike, devastated for centuries. You have a chance to stop that," said the Old Man.

Fudge nodded weakly and said, "How? How do you know this? Who are you?"

The old man sighed and jumped in the air and turned into a beautiful white bird, a solid white phoenix, and started singing a song so pure and beautiful that Fudge fell to his knees and wept for all the wrongdoings he had done over his lifetime.

The bird then landed, turning back into an old man, "I am the Firstborn phoenix, first son of the Great Mother, eldest of all Phoenixes. I see time, past, present, and future, and I know all knowledge, to help guide you young ones. What, Cornelius Oswald Fudge, is your choice? Will you stop Dumbledore, the Necromancer, and Lord Voldemort, or 'sit back and watch the show', as some muggles say?"

"How can I do this? What can I do? I am but a coward, a greedy, cowardly politician," said Fudge sniffling.

"You do this by doing as I say. I will assign to you an assistant who will guide you in what to do, how to do it, and who will protect you from those who would do you harm. As for your cowardice, that can be cured with this potion," said the old man taking a vial out of his robes, "your food is laced with a potion that turns you into a greedy little coward. This vial will neutralize it. Your new assistant will bring you some each morning. So what say you? Say you yay, or say you nay?" said the Old Man.

"I...I say yes," said Cornelius Oswald Fudge. While Fudge was a manipulative, greedy, cowardly politician, he truly, deep down, buried under the greed and cowardice was a decent human being, who cared about his world and his people, a true Hufflepuff, who believed in hard work, loyalty and fair play. Yes, this Hufflepuff part of Fudge had been waiting, dormant until the chance to shine through presented itself.

Fudge would hold true to his word when the new assistant told him to start shoring up the DMLE forces. He would also send select Aurors to special training programs with the muggle military, with the permission of the muggle prime minister, of course. The Aurors had to wear specialized magic suppressors so that they wouldn't use any magic or have any accidental magic episodes during the intense training but when they got back; their magic was more precise, and more powerful. Amelia Bones also benefited from this training as she had liked the drill techniques and exercises. After the special training was over, she started dating the Platoon Sargent that had trained her and her troops. It turned out, he was the Squib Son of Alastor Mad-eye Moody, and that Alastor had, as soon as he found out his son was a squib, enrolled him in military school, so that he would have a chance at having a good life. Alastor's other squib son was a monk at Mt. Athos Monastery in Greece. Alastor's daughter was a witch who had attended Beauxbatons, and now lived in France.

Anyway, the phoenix assistant would start pushing Fudge to become more proactive for the light, and this would include many reforms to the way people were hired for ministry jobs and other jobs throughout Britain. At first, some of the pureblood families openly opposed these changes but after a while they realised, since the hiring for jobs was based on skill and intelligence, many purebloods were embarrassed to have opposed the changes, and because doing so would be to admit that they might not have the skills or intelligence necessary. When Lucius Malfoy came around with another generous brib-...ahem, 'generous charity donation', Lucius would run home and throw another pair of acromantula silk underwear and robes in the trash because of his encounter with Fudge's new assistant. Phoenixes can be scary when provoked. Of course, the money wasted by throwing the items away was Lucius's own fault; if he had simply asked Severus, then Severus could have given him the 'special cleaning potion' that Severus had 'invented' for cleaning clothes, then he could have cleaned them, instead of throwing them away, because of how acromantula silk resists all stains except for urine.

Anyway, while Guri and Fawkes were working together to undo the machinations of both Albus and Aberforth Dumbledore, and Fudge was being rebuilt; Harry Potter was in the US enjoying his vacation.

He loved Eureka, and all of his friends and family there, but getting away to somewhere else, a new place, was wonderful. He loved learning and so, naturally, being at a University where all the girls cooed over how cute and adorable he was, was both good and bad. It was good because his natural mischievous nature took over and he made sure to do and say things to embarrass the boyfriends of the girls that cooed over him, making them coo over him even more; it was also bad though because it was exhausting having to act all innocent and cute all the time, and not pull real pranks like he wanted to.

So he started on his mission to say things that made the boyfriends feel awkward. If anyone had looked at him, they would have seen a brief mischievous smile flash across his face. He walked up to a couple. This was a couple that had been together since high school and was now engaged to be married. The girl, Anna, adored Harry and had made quick friends with Zoe and even Jack Carter. Anna was a very outgoing and very open and a loving person. Her fiancé, Tim, was shy and an introvert. This made him a good target for Harry's next bit of mischief.

Harry walked up to Tim and pulled on his hand.

Tim looked down and smiled at Harry. While Tim didn't coo over Harry or gush over his cute innocence, he did tolerate Harry's presence.

"I need to go pee pee," said Harry in his loudest voice.

"Um...okay..." said Tim, and he looked at Anna.

Anna reached out to take Harry's hand but Harry shook his head, "No, you take me!" he said looking at Tim.

"Uh...okay..." stammered Tim. He reached down and picked Harry up and headed toward the restroom. He put Harry down in front of the urinal and turned to walk out of the bathroom when Harry called out, "I'm not tall enough to reach it!" which seemed to imply 'Bonehead' for some reason.

Anyway, Tim walked over to Harry and picked him up and held him at the urinal. He wasn't as uncomfortable as he seemed, because he actually had a 2 year old half-brother. His dad had remarried a woman only a few years older than him and they had a child. And whenever he went home, he had to babysit while his parents went out, or he had to mind his half-brother while they were out shopping. He didn't mind; he actually loved his half-brother, even if he didn't like his 'step-mother' very much. She was only five years older than him. At least she didn't insist that he call her mom.

So Tim held Harry up while Harry peed...and peed...and peed. "Jeez kid, what are you, a camel?" he asked, because it seemed like Harry had peed a gallon or more.

"Mooooo," said Harry, with a giggle.

"Okay, are you done," asked Tim.

"Yep," said Harry.

Tim put Harry down and flushed the urinal and helped Harry wash his hands. Just as they walked out, this time with Harry holding Tim's hand rather than being carried, he spotted Anna among a large group of girls and said loudly, "My daddy says you've got to be sure to flush each time, especially when you go poo-poo. And you've got to wash your hands. And when we're at home, he says to close the door because no one wants to watch me pee and see my peenus."

Tim turned red from embarrassment, because even his little half-brother didn't say things like that out in public.

"Do you have to do that at home so people don't see your peenus?" asked Harry looking at Tim with a look of pure innocence, "Do a lot of people try to look at your peenus?"

"Um...uh...uh..." stammered Tim as he just froze, because he didn't know what to say or how to respond.

"Don't you have a peenus?" asked Harry, the absolute picture of pure innocence. Anna walked over, because Tim was turning a bright shade of red at that particular question and picked Harry up. She looked at Tim. Harry leaned over and poked Tim on the shoulder and said, "I think he's broken. Maybe it's because he doesn't have a peenus...why is everyone laughing?"

So when Jack and Zoe picked up Harry after he was 'playing with' Anna and Tim, Jack kept wondering why people would look at Harry, then look at TIm and have to stifle a laugh or snort of amusement. He also wondered why Tim would turn a bright red every time he looked at Harry.

So Harry had to say goodbye to the University. They had been there for three days. The University was delighted to have a friend of one of their professors visiting, and they put him up for free for 3 days. It did help that Grace had actually called in a favor from two or three members of the board of directors. Jack's Friend, Dr. James O'Neill, was also a very prominent physics professor, and had three grants from NASA and IASA, and a grant from the European Space Agency, as well as connections with several other overseas universities.

James O'Neill was the half-brother of Jack O'Neill and would often tutor him on physics concepts so that Jack could understand some of what Major Carter said or talked about.

So Jack, Zoe, and Harry got into the modified van and left, saying goodbye to all the students they had become acquainted with. Zoe thought that she might consider attending college here. Jack had caught her hanging around several frat boys, and had to hold himself back. Afterwards, he sat Zoe down and told her that he trusted her to make good decisions, which went a long way toward making their relationship grow.

Harry was in the back, playing with one of his toys. They had brought SARAH along on a laptop so that she could 'come along on their vacation' but the link had been a bit unstable lately. They didn't know why and Jack had told the Order of Wozak about it. They seemed concerned and told him they would try and see why the signal would be unstable.

The truth was, the Consortium was trying to hack SARAH's uplink to the laptop, but SARAH's AI, or rather, a component of SARAH's AI from BRAD, was programmed to be able to stop hackers by using many different countermeasures. Fargo kept this portion of BRAD for security purposes and made it a non-controlling self-contained AI module, subordinate to SARAH's own personality. One of the countermeasures would be to briefly shut down and retune the frequency of the connection, which is why the connection to the laptop was unstable. Currently, the connection was down again, as BRAD was fighting off the latest attempt to plant a virus in SARAH that would cause her to kill Jack, Zoe, and Harry the moment they entered the house.

The Order of Wozak were using their own equipment to try and trace the Consortium's signal so they could shut it down. The combination of magic and technology made their equipment virtually invisible, but also slowed down their progress as a counter balance to the stealth.

Magic was of two accords. On the one hand, you could use it to do very fine and delicate work such as rebuilding the fibers of a nerve, if you knew how to do it. On the other hand, you could also use it to do very broad and heavy work as well, like carving a tunnel in a mountain. It was just a matter of knowing how to manipulate the magic. Unfortunately, this also made it difficult to do things that technology could do easier, such as scanning radio waves. The reason the Wizarding Wireless worked is because crystals and runes mimicked what muggle radio technology did. So scanning a radio frequency was delicate work and in the case of the Order, they had a bit of Atlantean technology that could scan almost any energy source including magic and radio waves. While this made it easier, the vast amount of energy, radio and magic in the air made it difficult to keep a bead on the target radio signal that was attempting to hack SARAH.

So there you have it, the big reveal. What do you think? I think that Aberforth is really underused in fanfiction. There are less than 300 fanfictions, on this site, featuring him as a character. Well, I am sure there are more with him making an appearance but there are less than 300 with him as one of the main characters. So he lives on, even in fanfiction, in his brother's shadow. I needed a villain/anti-hero that had a very good reason to hate Albus. Oh sure, he has quite a few enemies and I probably could have pulled out one of Grindelwald's lieutenants or a Death Eater, but this is better.

As always, read and review and let me know what you think.

Again, thank you to Ogermen for beta services.