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Aftermath

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The Great Hall went almost silent as Harry and his friends entered. The eyes of every student there stared at them as they moved to the Ravenclaw table and sat down.

"Wow." Ron said, looking round. "Harry, I think you're getting a fan club."

"He already has one." Hermione said almost absently, then she pounded Neville's back until he stopped choking on his drink.

"I do?" Harry blinked. "I don't remember having one."

"I think about half the girls here are fully paid-up members." Hermione noted as she helped herself to a bowl of porridge and some honey to drizzle over it. "It won't be long before they have posters of yesterdays duel."

Harry stared at her, his mouth working but unable to actually form words, then one of the Gryffindors who Harry vaguely recognised walked over, a roll of paper in her hand.

"H… hello, my name is Lily Moon. It's an honour to meet you, Lord Potter. Padawan Granger, Scion Longbottom, hi Ron."

"Hey, Lily." Ron said with a smile. "What do you think, Harry's awesome, isn't he? Hermione's just as good as he is."

Lily's eyes widened and flicked to Hermione, who was giving Ron a resigned glare. "R… really?"

"Yep." Ron smirked, then he looked at the rolled paper. "Is… that…?"

Lily unrolled the poster so that everyone could see it. On the poster, Harry watched himself and Abraham exchanging blows, each blocking and striking almost flawlessly with grins of pure enjoyment on their faces.

"I… was wondering…" Lily said slowly, then she seemed to gather herself. "Canyougetthatcuteboytosignthisforme?"

For a moment, everyone was silent as they decoded Lily's rushed request, then Harry blinked as Ron almost fell off the bench, roaring with laughter.

"Well." Hermione said with a wide grin as she stabilised Ron, "I guess that means that Abraham Black has a fan club now as well."

"I wonder if I can get membership." Tonks joked from behind them, causing Ron to jolt in shock, then grab at his chest and pretend to have a heart attack.

"Hey, Tonks." Harry grinned as Hermione dope-slapped Ron. "Have a seat."

"Thanks." Tonks said as she slipped onto the bench beside Hermione. "So, how's our hero today?"

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The floo flared green and Cornelius Fudge emerged, looking round at the large entry hall.

"Minister Fudge, how kind of you to grace us with your presence."

Fudge lowered his gaze and pasted a smile on his face as he scurried forwards to shake the profferred hand of his largest financial backer. "Lord Black, thank you for inviting me. Mister Lupin, good morning."

"Please, call me Sirius." Black said as he clapped Fudge on his shoulder. "Tansy, please get a glass of the Minister's favourite. We shall be in the study."

"I have some paperwork that needs doing." Remus shrugged. "I'll see you after your meeting, padfoot."

Fudge ignored the House Elf that bowed and vanished as he walked beside Sirius down the lavish corridor of Potter Manor.

"Among other things, I thought that you'd have some questions about the Jedi, and so I got one to visit so that she can answer your questions. I don't know if you knew, but the daughter of Xenophilius Lovegood is training to become a Jedi."

Fudge's eyed brightened. "Ah! Excellent, several of the other Lords had complained that all the Jedi were halfbloods or muggleborns, now I can tell them that Purebloods are amongst their number as well!"

'And it's almost certain that she'll be the only one if Hermione's theory is correct.' Sirius thought, making sure that his face didn't show anything, then he frowned slightly.

"I've been meaning to ask for months, why was the letter to the witch that the House of Black sponsored delivered so late?"

Fudge coughed. "Um, well, it was decided that with the Boy-who-lived having spent so much time away from the magical world that the Ministry should have overseen his return…"

"And who was responsible for delivering the letters?"

"Oh, Dolores took charge of the letters, she said that she'd get them to those who deserved to go to Hogwarts."

Sirius facepalmed and Fudge looked at him curiously.

"Cornelius, I did some checking. Every single letter that was not delivered on time by Umbridge was meant to go to a muggleborn or to a halfblood with a muggle parent. She would have more than halved this year's intake if one of the parents of a halfblood hadn't floo'd Headmistress McGonagall asking if the entry requirements had changed. In fact, I find myself asking if Harry would have received his letter had Umbridge remained in charge of them."

Fudge blinked. "But… but…"

"Fudge. If you want me to continue to support you, keep Dolores away from anything to do with Hogwarts or the DMLE." Sirius said firmly. "She's proven that she can't be trusted to remain impartial. Heck, I'm only surprised that she doesn't have a Dark Mark."

"She… she's an excellent aide…" Fudge blustered and Sirius stared at him, then sighed.

"You mean she has blackmail material on you. Alright, but at least try to keep her on a shorter leash. You are an excellent minister and I'd hate to have to move against you because of the unwarranted and unapproved actions of one of your underlings."

Fudge swallowed and nodded quickly.

"Excellent." Sirius smiled as he opened the door and led Fudge into the study, where two girls were writing something at his desk. "Hey girls."

"Hiya uncle padfoot!" "Hello mister Boardman."

Fudge blinked at the second greeting and looked at Sirius in confusion.

"Luna's father runs the Quibbler. I still don't know why, but he remains convinced that I'm actually Stubby Boardman, former lead singer of the Hobgoblins. Luna uses it to tease me. Please, have a seat."

Fudge sat in the indicated chair and Sirius flopped into the other chair in the conversational nook. An instant later, Tansy appeared holding a tray with four glasses on. The two firewhiskeys went to Sirius and Fudge, while the girls got odd bubbling drinks that Fudge didn't recognise.

"It's a muggle drink." Luna said, noting his confusion.

"But… how is that possible? It's… bubbling."

"It's a fizzy drink." Ginny shrugged. "Muggles can do amazing things these days."

"…oh."

Sirius took a sip of whisky, then gave the two girls a speaking glance. Within a minute, they had gathered their work and vacated the study. Sirius waited until the door was closed, then fired a spell at the small crystal statue on his desk. Fudge's eyes widened as a series of runes flickered across the walls.

"What…?"

"Privacy spells." Sirius said, all joking absent. "You can have your discussion with Luna afterwards. If it was up to me, we would not be telling you this, but I was over-ruled. Voldemort isn't gone."

Fudge dropped his (fortunately empty) glass. "What? But he… ten years… he couldn't…"

"CORNELIUS!" Sirius barked and Fudge froze. "Oh, he isn't alive, but he isn't actually dead. Yet."

"Yet?" Fudge repeated and Sirius nodded.

"Yet. You see, Voldemort created special anchors to prevent his spirit from passing over if he died. His spirit is still around, waiting for one of his followers to provide him with a new body."

Fudge's already pale face went bloodless.

"Several friends of mine have been working on this problem, and we've already found and neutralised four of his six anchors." Sirius continued. "Once we find and destroy the final two, the problem will be over and Voldemort will be no more. We know that one of his anchors is at Hogwarts, we think it's in the Chamber of Secrets and Hermione believes that she's found the entrance to it. We'll be heading in on Saturday to locate and destroy that anchor."

"Leaving one." Fudge whispered.

"We know what it is." Sirius said calmly. "We know that it was given to one of Voldemort's followers to keep hold of. We don't know who, but we have suspicions."

Fudge nodded.

"What we need from you… is a news blackout." Sirius said. "One of our number isn't fully human. We need you to stop anyone from trying to do anything stupid, such as attempting to invoke the Control of Magical Beasts laws in an attempt to harm her. It'll be a while yet before the protection I've arranged for her kicks in, we need another six months. Without her, we probably can't find the final anchor, and Voldemort could return. And I'm sure that we don't want that. Right?"

Fudge nodded frantically.

"Good." Sirus said, picking up Fudge's glass and letting Tansy refill it before handing it over to the shaking minister. "I always knew that you were a wise man. Now before I let you interview Padawan Luna, do you have any questions that need answering?"

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"…but he cheated!" Draco whined. "He must have done, there were four of us!"

Snape sighed and managed to prevent himself from rubbing his forehead in exasperation as he looked at the young Malfoy.

"He did not cheat, Draco."

Draco froze, then gave the speaker a betrayed look.

"Thank you, Lucius." Snape sighed. "Please, carry on."

"Draco, if anyone cheated, it was you and your friends. No, hear me out." Lucius Malfoy leaned back in his chair, fixing his son with a gimlet gaze. "I made sure that you had as many advantages as possible. Duelling robes with shielding runes woven into them, pre-loaded combat wands with advanced spells, training in how to use them… and yet he won without using magic."

Draco pouted.

"That is not to say that the Jedi way is superior to wizard ways." Lucius continued. "If I had to fight a Jedi, I would keep my distance and use area-effect spells that their… lightsabers could not block. The advantage that the Jedi have at the moment is that we do not know all their capabilities, and so we cannot plan for them, while they have a very good idea of ours. That gives them the advantage… for now."

Draco nodded unwillingly.

"You will observe only. You will not seek a confrontation, in fact you will actively avoid one, but you will keep an eye out for any detail, no matter how small, that even hints at the abilities of the Jedi. Do you understand? Good."

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Harry looked at the pale-faced Weasley twins.

"They need," "A warning sign," "on the door of," "that tower."

"So, to reiterate, you entered the room at the bottom of the forbidden tower and the ceiling immediately started to collapse."

Both twins nodded and Harry glanced at Hermione.

"That doesn't make sense." Hermione mused. "I mean, with the things in the upper rooms that you spotted through the windows… and it only starts collapsing when someone enters?"

"An illusion, maybe?" Harry shrugged. "Enough to send any curious child running, but doesn't actually risk harming them?"

Hermione slowly nodded. "That would make sense. I'd have to see it myself to be sure."

"We have a free period." Harry shrugged. "I don't see why not, but only the first chamber. I think that should we want to see what's at the top, we need to use another method."

Hermione stared at him. "Do you have one?"

"Well," Harry mused. "I'm suddenly very grateful for what is in my wardrobe."

Fred and George stared at him in confusion.

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Dumbledore leaned back in the comfortable chair in the suite that Minerva had been happy to let him use and pondered the meaning of what he had seen. By the window, Fawkes sang, his soothing trills helping Albus to look dispassionately at what had happened.

It was completely clear that Albus' original plan was totally worthless now. Four of the six Horcruxes that Riddle had created were no more, only a diary and Diadem remained, with the latter almost certainly concealed in the Chamber of Secrets and thus available for collection. By sharing information, rather than hoarding it, Albus had seen two-thirds of Riddle's plan to return being destroyed.

And he now knew where all three of the Hallows were.

The Elder Wand, created for the oldest Peverell brother by Death himself was his to use, having been wrested from Grindelwald's grasp. Should Riddle return, he would see to it that Harry got the wand, for he would probably need it, as he had explained to Jedi Tano.

The Resurrection stone, given to the middle brother, was being cleansed at Gringotts. Although not in his power, Albus had informed Sirius, Remus and King Ragnok of the Goblin Nation about the true identity of the gem on the Gaunt ring, and all of them had agreed to hodl the Stone in a safe place where it could be accessed if needed by the holder of the other two Hallows, something which meant that Albus didn't have to worry about resisting the urge to summon his deceased sister.

And the Cloak, the heirloom that had been passed down through the Potter line for generations until James Potter had loaned it to him and he had returned to to young Harry at Sirius' urging.

With all three, Harry could become the Master of Death and defeat Riddle forever.

The original plan which cumulated in Harry sacrificing himself was now un-needed, in fact it was worse than useless, but the events which had taken place… meant that a brighter future was possible. A better future, a greater one.

And Albus still believed in the Greater Good.