Do you think Hogsmeade is safe?
Well, crap I just realized that Quinn Potter would be a great uncle to Harry, not a great grandfather. Well, I am rectifying that to be a great uncle. My mistake. Surprised no one pointed that easy to notice mistake out. Though I doubt anyone would think that due to his limited appearances.
Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter. I am glad you all loved it and just to start off with to belittle any confusion is that the beginning will start in 1932 showing just how Quinn Potter is even still alive in 1993. Please enjoy the little backstory on his life. Just so you know Quinn Potter, unless I said it back in Cult of Gangus Origins, was born in 1875.
There shall be a reference to a well-known movie sometime during this chapter. Don't worry, it will be hard to miss I assure you.
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Harry Potter
The Journey to Hogwarts
The Quidditch Accident arc
ON THE LAST CHAPTER OF HARRY POTTER THE JOURNEY TO HOGWARTS: The battle has begun with Aragog alongside forces of the Cult of Gangus has attacked the famous Britain Wizarding School of Hogwarts in order to attack its most famous guests. Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter. Uh-oh… It seems Harry has a cruel evil family member that is still miraculously still alive… Will Quinn Convince Harry to join the cause? Stay Tuned Wizards and Witches…
Chapter 34: Cowards on all Fronts.
Hogwarts surrounded.
Friday, October 18th, 1932 12:00 PM
While sitting at a bar, 57-year-old Quinn Potter sat staring at a book on how to attain life passed its expectancy, without the use of the dreadful Horcruxes, Quinn overlooked as they sounded irrelevant. He wasn't looking for immortality, Quinn was looking for the means to just have him live passed the normal age of death.
As he scanned the pages it soon went blank only for a small note at the end.
"For those interested in living passed your expectancy of life in this world. Follow these simple steps…" Quinn said to no one at all.
'A Golden Cauldron
A skeletal arm of a deceased troll
Mandrake Essence
Tears of a Phoenix
A drop of the user's blood
A Dragon's scale x2
Eye of a Hippogriff.'
Quinn smirked, "Sounds easy enough." Soon the male went hard at work and by 1956 was complete with the instructions and now all that was needed was the cauldron and, of course, as crafty as he was could not find it until 1970 where he soon added all the ingredients in.
Being 95 years old caused him so much pain, healers informed him of his dying body no more than a week and a half ago, quickly making the dying man realize there was no time to lose in earning this life.
Quinn scowled at reading that his brothers family was still alive and strong to this very day with the addition of James Potter being in Hogwarts wasn't bad enough, Quinn had to constantly remain vigilant in order not to attract too much attention from a certain snake face-like, grey, noseless dark lord that had been prowling around the country sparking fear.
The thought to be dead great uncle of James Potter left for Gringotts under the name of Xander Ryan to get money from the vault of which he had all his own money in deep within Gringotts, withdrew it, dealt with his shareholder goblin by the name of Ullingro, and returned home just before 7:00 pm.
Setting to work on the potion, Quinn was growing tired and by 1971 just two months before the expected date of which this man would fall dead the dark green, the puke-like substance was now fully complete and took a drink.
On that night Quinn Potter went to bed a happy man knowing that all of the hard work that had gone into this research back in 1932 was finally over with.
However, 10 years later, despite his cold-hearted, family-splitting nature a cruel sight laid before him on the morning paper.
"James Potter dead. Lily Potter dead. Harry Potter the boy who lived, conqueror of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named survives the killing curse…"
Shocked over what had just been said in the Daily Prophet, Quinn threw down the paper, hand running down his face sadly, "What a tragedy… I wonder if I'll ever meet him?" Smiling a little fondly.
Tuesday, September 26th, 1993 11:20 AM
"I told myself If I would ever meet my grand nephew. Looks like today is the day. Harry Potter, you better be an admirable foe."
This day was turning out to be a real bother as Harry left the Gryffindor Tower after escorting two left behind Gryffindor first years up to the fireplace that an unknown teacher, at least to Harry, rigged to the floo network.
Now, running down the hall passed Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, sprinting in order to get back down to the action, suddenly, a voice stopped him from going any further.
The sound of a door closing was heard as an old man Harry surmised walked out of the bathroom rather smug with himself, one eyebrow raised, "Harry Potter, such a handsome boy. However, can you handle my wand? It is a lot more powerful and well used than yours. I am as old but younger than that fool Dumbledore.:
Harry rolled his eyes preparing for the duel, "...And you don't even know half of the stories told about me… Have you ever even heard of me?" Harry loosened up and shook his head slowly, in which the old figure looked visibly hurt, "Very well… Take out your wand so we shall duel. Welcome to the end..."
Harry, again raised an eyebrow, "Just… Just who are you?" Throwing out his arms, the man snickered, "I am Q or better known as Quinn." A sneaky smirk gracing his lips.
"Last name?" Asked the 3rd year.
Darkly scowling Quinn growled out in a hiss, "Potter. Quinn Potter, one of the founders of the Cult of Gangus, Britain's most wanted assassin and like I said before I was interrupted." Quinn raised up his wand, "Welcome to end… My great grand nephew."
Harry stumbled backward in shock, eyes widened. Shaking his head back and forth, Harry whispered out, "No… That's not true. That's not possible…" Tears started to form in his eyes at the thought of an evil family member.
Quinn stomped his foot on the ground irritated, "Harry. Search your feelings you know of it to be true." Tightening the hold on his wand with each word spoken.
Harry dropped to both knees silently crying, "NOOOOO… NOOOO…" Tears flowed freely from his eyes now.
Narrowing his eyes, Quinn smirked, "Come off it. Join me, and together, we can bring Hogwarts to its knees, the ministry not far behind. Join me and we can rule Wizarding Britain as Granduncle and grand nephew." Extending a hand to his grand-nephew wishing for his family members hand to take it.
Harry grits his teeth angrily, "If I join you, Quinn. Then I'll be breaking the heart of a girl that I love." Quinn's smirk lessened, "Then if you won't join me… Who's to stop me from convincing her…" The smirk falling to a deep scowl, "...Join me and we can overrule Richard Gangus, rule the Gangus Cult together. The two of us could rename it to the Cult of Potter." Nothing was getting through to Harry, nothing at all with these words.
Harry stood back up, "I'll join you if Hell becomes a peaceful realm." Scowling at his great grand uncle. Quinn dropped both arms at his sides, staring into the sky as if someone would come, a savior, though nothing was going to come help, "Then… I am afraid your time has come. Welcome to the end. AVADA KEDAVRA." As quick as lightning Quinn unleashed the killing curse at Harry, but he was faster, "EXPELLIARMUS."
Two sets of red and green met together in the center, sparks flying everywhere from the clashing center, two sets of wands fighting for dominance.
Harry pushed with all the strength that he could muster.
Quinn was barely trying to push. A small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth at seeing the famous family member losing ground on with this fight, "Something the matter? It looks like to me that you are losing this battle my great member of my family. When I meet your girlfriend I'll tell her of how I struck you down, begging for mercy. Hehehe HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA."
Harry could tell this was a losing battle. Closing his eyes, he thought, 'Well, looks like this is the end. I'm sorry Ginny. Goodbye…' However, footfalls were nearing them, sounds of running grew nearer and out of a small passageway stood someone Harry never thought he would see come to his rescue.
Quinn, however, didn't seem to acknowledge the newcomer as of yet, "How does it feel Potter? To lose? Any. Last. Words?" A toothy smirk now on the wrinkly features of the old Potter's face.
"There shall be no last words only the focus on the task at hand." Came a voice from behind the offensive old man, "If I was to assume that this fight was a mere cast off I would have left it be. Rather it looks like my student is having a hard time. Who might you be you old oaf?" Said the sneering teacher aiming his wand at the attacker's back.
"I am Quinn Potter you damn insect. Who are you, professor idiot?" Joked Quinn failing to get a laugh out of the boy that he was attacking.
The professor rolled his eyes, "Please, enough of this gibberish. I am Severus Snape, potions master. I am here to, unfortunately, help Harry Potter." Said the now revealed to be Snape sliding the dark brown wand from his cloak sleeve.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief as Snape sent the troublesome student a pint smirk, "Potter. I would advise we work together to dispose of this trash." The smirk never leaving the greasy haired professors face.
Quinn laughed, "To which Potter are you referring to?" Snape's eyes narrowed into slits, "I did say I was here to help Harry Potter. Not a scum old man like you." Quinn faked a pained look.
"Oh, I am hurt by your words, my good man. What would Dumbledore think of that if you called him something like that?" A growing smirk gracing the older Potters face.
"Stupify," Snape called sending the jet of light of a spell at Quinn, who easily dodged it and the stunning spell hit Harry, sending him barreling backward into a tapestry with a shrill sound of a couple of bones sounding like they were breaking as Harry laid their unconscious.
Snape growled, 'I will not let Harry die. I owe Lily for ruining our friendship.' Quinn raised his wand at the boy, smirk falling to a frown, "Its been fun grandnephew…"
"Stop. Fight me." Snape commanded. Quinn didn't waste time as they started exchanging spells like the world was going to end if one of them didn't beat the other quickly.
"You can't keep up with me, I am too skilled. You forget that I have been around since 1875. Despite the other wizards who have been around since my upbringing into this world. I might as well be counted as the top five most powerful. One was before every one of our time." He said, Snape, looking on curiously, "And who might the other four be?" Fearing the answer.
Quinn looked thoughtful for a moment before repeatedly pointing at Snape after the thought came to him, "I like you, I can see the fear in your eyes, fear of being told who. Well, they are, of course, Gellert Grindelwald, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Albus Dumbledore, however, who holds the title as the most powerful wizard since the beginning of the 1,000's was, of course, William George Weasley who's time was dreadfully ended. His descendant is in this castle, a strong one she is."
Snape's eyes widened recognizing whom this older man was speaking of, "Ginerva Molly Weasley…?" The Potions professors mouth hung open just a tad during the realization.
"Today though is a different story. Richard Gangus, Rendon Oilli, Sarah Goodswing, Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Ginerva Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mad-Eye Moody, Remus Lupin, Emily Wills, Sirius Black, and myself." Snape fired a spell only for it to be deflected with ease into the ceiling.
Dust fell off down to the ground where the blast hit. The floor above wasn't structurally sound at this point in time and Snape was going to use that little misfortune to the advantage of beating the man attacking his students.
Snape fired a spell at him, only for the man to dodge with such ease, "Pathetic Severus Snape trying to defeat me? Ha, never going to happen in a million years Sevvy." Snape bit down onto his tongue in anger at being called Sevvy, "Oh?" Said Quinn seeing that that comment made Snape jerk.
"Struck a nerve did I?" Inching closer towards Snape, who was lost in thought.
"I have been called Sevvy since…" His eyes widened, "Lily…"
"Oh, come on Sevvy you can't be serious about this? Right? I mean it is my little nickname for you. I rather like it." Lily Evans smirked at the disgusted face of the black-haired, 3rd year Slytherin's face.
Snape relaxed knowing that his crush on Lily meant that they might be together someday if he wouldn't ruin it. He has seen the way James Potter looked at her and hoped not to lose her to… To the enemy, as he so called the whole Potter bloodline.
However, their 5th year, everything changed, "Sevvy? Are you oka…" Snape twirled towards her, anger flashing across the face of her longtime friend as a hard slap went across her cheek, "GET OUT OF MY FACE YOU FILTHY LITTLE… MUDBLOOD." Snape snapped in a cold manner not suitable for him.
Lily, shaken by this, ran to the Gryffindor Common Room, tears shining in her deep green eyes the whole way.
Snape faintly heard the words of the killing curse leave Quinn's mouth where he narrowly dodged the curse and flew at Quinn, left fist balled and struck at his jaw knocking the older man to the floor. Blood dripped from the nostrils of the man, who smirked throwing a finger at him, "That felt like a punch. Back in 1955, that punch would be mere child's play…"
Snape reeled his fist back against sending a thundering crack through the school with the impact only resulting in a pain filled laughter.
Snape again punched him, only for the staggering old man to bring up his arms for guard, "I am pretty good at martial arts you untrained fool…" He smirked throwing a punch at Snape, who actually dodged the punch very easily causing Quinn to quizzically stare at him, "You deserve to be sacked for the way you teach your students." Quinn then turned tail and began to run away.
Snape lowered defense, "Hmph. Coward."
Sometime later, Snape caught up and both of them began exchanging in a fist to fist combat scenario, blow for blow knocking the other back a bit. Quinn staggered rubbing a wound on his left arm. Wincing from the pain the older Potter glared with one eye open toward the younger opponent, "You can't beat me…" Blood staining the man's teeth as Snape, again, sucker-punched him square on the jaw.
"You amuse me, Potter. I think you deserve to have a slow, painful, antagonizing death." Pulling out the wand from his cloak sleeve again, Severus Snape unleashed a spell of which of his own design, "Sectumsempra."
Quinn Potter smirked, "Ah… I recognize that spell. From the book down in the potions classroom that I had broken into the castle to read books of wisdom of the sort. When I found that book. Who was I to believe that the Half-Blood Prince it mentioned… Was you…"
Blood soaked Quinn's robes as they spoke, "Tell me… Are you, Severus Snape… The Half-Blood Prince?" His blood stained teeth showing in a maniacal manner. Snape smugly smiled, kicking the man in the ribs.
The long greasy haired professor grinned, "Yes, I am the Half-Blood Prince. I don't plan on others finding out though. The secret dies with you."
A cold-hearted laugh filled the war filled school, paining laughs, "You fool. There will be another who finds out your secret. Just…" Eyes started to droop shut as his blood leaked onto the marble floor, losing the will to hold on any longer to life, "You… Wait." Quinn Potters body soon went limp, drawing the final breath that the older killer would ever make.
Snape walked over to Harry, picked him up cradling the teenager in his arms carrying his least favorite student to the Hospital Wing well out of the way of danger. Harry's broken arm and leg dangled loosely at his sides.
Tuesday, September 26th, 1993 12:00 PM
While Hogwarts was being invaded, Hogsmeade wasn't faring too well either as the spiders stampeded into town causing the stationed aurors to spring into action to defend the wizarding village.
Aberforth Dumbledore ran out of his bar firing spell after spell while many others clambered over cover firing wicked looking spells and conjuring weapons to fight these accursed monsters.
Madam Rosmerta just stayed in her bar to defend it while many fought in the streets.
Aberforth sent a caterwauling charm over the village to alert the villagers of if the cult members entered the village. About 50 spiders who hadn't attacked Hogwarts attacked the smaller wizarding defenses on the outskirts of the school hoping to take it over with little to no effort but were sadly mistaken.
About 120 people lived in or around Hogsmeade and were now up and ready to defend the place they thought of as home and to defend the future school of the many younger couples around the United Kingdom's future children.
A young couple by the names of Gerald Wellington and Alyssa Adorman charged into town from their cliff house on the mountain near the wizarding village pulling out their wands and separating themselves to cover the village, though they kissed due to them being inseparable due to their time dating since Hogwarts during their 5th year and married after the 1st wizarding war ended when they graduated 3 years after at the age of, of course, 17.
Gerald and Alyssa were now 26, engaged and had been living together since they moved into Geralds mansion home when they were both 19. Now Gerald and his fiance had to fight to survive to see their wedding day, despite even having to worry about this small fight in Hogsmeade.
Alyssa left for the Three Broomsticks, Aberforth following close behind seeing one of his friends rushing into the village. The duo reached the cafe only to have a spider smash through the rounded window next to a counter for only 7th years and residents of the village spewing its venom through the air at the crowded tables, who had scattered at seeing this display of aggression, pulled out their wands.
Many were just simple townsfolk from the wizarding village of Helga River visiting for a nice cup of butterbeer only to be stuck up high in a battle that involves Hogwarts, many looked relieved to have some action while most just apparated away at the mere sight of the arachnid crashing into the pub.
Mr. Coseta, a co-worker fired a stunning spell killing it. Strange he thought.
Alyssa peered around the corner to the restrooms only for her blond hair to almost get singed off by the burning poison spat by a leaper spider.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Alyssa jumped across the all into an adjacent one hiding herself from the leaper, growling in anticipation in her general direction, "Can't escape… Little one…" Came its drawling, terrifying words.
Alyssa grasped her wand in both hands, breathing heavily, her sizeable chest rising up and down, sweat running down her face,
"Ddddiiieeeee… Human witch…" Came its next sentence. Alyssa jumped out from behind cover firing a spell, "FIRESTORM," in which it cast flames from her wand surrounding her very body in an unbreakable shield, at least it is unbreakable to magical creatures.
Alyssa started to walk forward towards the spider, who was screeching in pain from the fire, "Why are you attacking Hogwarts and this village?" Said the young woman spinning around in the fire dome.
As the leaper was pushed back to a desecrated tapestry, her ears caught what it was screeching out, "Must… Kill… Harry Potter…"
No, that can't be remotely right? Did this woman hear right, "My word did you just say… Harry Potter?" Please say no, it couldn't possibly be him. Her worst fear ever since… No, not today. She won't fail her best friend Lily Evans Potter again.
"Harry Potter must die… DIE…" Suddenly, an arm searing pain shot through her arm as some acid venom got through a small opening that the fire had yet to pass over the top of her, though only on the pink robes of Alyssa, "I may have no relation to Sirius Black who is his godfather… BUT I AM HARRY POTTER'S GODMOTHER." Her teeth gritted in anger as the angry godmother shot a killing curse-like incantation at the attacker sending it through the tapestry and out into the deadly street below.
Grasping a now broken pipe as the godmother of Harry looked out onto the street it became apparent that a thunderstorm was rolling in from the south. In the distance, Hogwarts was ablaze in the remaining sunlight that showed through the clouds as fireballs rained down onto the fields below its walls.
Alyssa smiled, "I promised you, Lily. I promised that I would take care of Harry with Sirius even though I feel absolutely no love for that man… I'm coming, Harry." Her heart beating faster as she leaped out of the window, twirled, and landed in a bail of hay.
Many in the streets fired as many shots as they can at the fleeing spiders while Alyssa began running by towards the lane to the famous wizarding school.
Aberforth Dumbledore grinned watching as the evil creatures hightailed it back into the Forbidden Forest for their dear lives.
"YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT. RUN YOU COWARDS. TELL ARAGOG I SEND HIM MY BEST REGARDS." Thrusting up his wand arm in air smirking, quickly followed by others in the view of this street as well.
However, some villagers caught the large silhouette form coming out of the darkness and out came…
"Hagrid? Gamekeeper of Hogwarts?" Shrieked the owner off the Hogsmeade bookstore.
While the commotion was happening with getting Hagrid inside somewhere, Gerald saw his fiance running up the flowered 2 mile path to Hogwarts in a quickening sprint, rolling his eyes as he jogged after her, Gerald was confused as to why Alyssa was even running toward Hogwarts having never known that Harry Potter was related to him in all but blood due to being involved with the boy-who-live's godmother.
Tuesday, September 26th, 1993 12:30 PM
"One. Any last words?" Prodding her forward with the head of the wand.
Ginny cast her look to the ground feeling the pricking of tears in her eyes, suddenly a small flash on the floor caught her attention and in the flash was the letters NL and LL. Soon Ginny knew what to say, "Two. Are you going to say, something wretch?"
Ginny turned toward the enemy leader, a playful smirk on her lips, "Yes, and those last words are… NEVILLE, LUNA ATTACK NOW."
As they ran in, Ron was sprinting towards the Gryffindor Common Room wailing, "EVERY MAN AND WOMAN FOR THEMSELVES…"
Facepalming with a shake of her head Ginny sighed thinking and hoping that someday her idiot brother got over that worthless fear for spiders.
Gangus turned towards her bringing his hand down upon her face sending a resounding cracking sound through the Great Hall.
"GET IN HERE DAMN CREATURE," Irritatedly shouted the man as a single dementor roamed into the room.
Ginny smiled, "Seriously?" Not even bothering to look in its direction due to seeing her breath. Frowning in displeasure while pointing the wand behind her, an uncharacteristic-like smirk crossed the Weasley red headed girls face.
In an impressive show of force Ginny crossed her arms, wand hilted over her shoulder slightly while facing Gangus as the dementor grew nearer, hoping that the target hadn't notice. That hopeful look dropped when Ginny's smirk widened, "EXPECTO. PATRONUM."
In horror, Gangus watched the one ace in the hole that all he could muster was being pushed away by a single light blue, see-through horse with a long mane.
Gangus sank to his knees, "NOOOOOOOO… DAMN IT, DAMN YOU, DAMN THIS CASTLE." Looking into the eyes of the enemy, pointing a finger at her, Gangus grit his teeth in a fit of terrible anger, "THIS. IS. ALL. YOUR. FAULT." Accused the man to which Ginny just shrugged, "Oh, ok. So it is my fault for being taught the spell? I see how it is." Now Neville and Luna entered the Great Hall due to the dementor being expelled.
Seeing the two of them enter caused a growl to reverberate through the hall from the throat of Gangus glaring at Ginny the whole darn time.
Ginny smirked as she was pissing off the commanding leader of this attack as Ginny backflipped the moment Neville and Luna jumped into the Great Hall firing spell after spell at Gangus, who growled before firing a barrage of the killing curse towards the front of the Great Hall, both of whom dodged out of the way.
The redheaded beauty hit Gangus in the back hard with a painful stinging spell, "GAHHH. WHY YOU LITTLE BITCH." Richard spun around firing a fatal curse that hit nowhere near Ginny, much to her delight.
Neville came out from behind cover, "ARCO BOMBARDA." Lime green spells came from his wand separating into tiny separate projectiles whizzing around the attackers head in a spinning motion in a way to make the man dizzy.
Gangus closed his eyes, shook his head for causing a shock wave to occur by the use of nonverbal magic that unfortunately knocked every table out of the way leaving little to no cover for the three guerilla attackers.
Ginny looked around seeing no new, spontaneous cover. With a trembling grin, Ginny uttered the words, "Well, sh…"
"I wouldn't advise you to use that kind of language Ms. Weasley. What would your mother think? Ground you, I would expect." Came a voice from the front of the hall that filled the three students hearts with joy.
Gangus stood frozen to the spot on the rubble-filled floor, fearing who it was that he has not seen in years after a battle with each other. These fears bubbled into fearful anxiety.
Slowly, Richard turned around meeting the eyes of Albus Dumbledore, "Albus? Is it really you? Boy have you aged. What an unpleasant surprise, I should have taken you out 5 years ago." The two of them stopped in the middle of the dust-filled hall wands drawn.
Dumbledore smirked widely seeing this familiar setting had happened the exact same way during the summer of 1988 in this exact same place, "Let our duel be legendary Albus Dumbledore... " Gangus winked at the older man when Dumbledore frowned hearing the word duel escape this inexperienced duelers mouth.
The old man nodded, "You've grown stronger… But you are no match for me Richard Gangus. Still inexperienced I see. I hope you are prepared to lose…"
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 35
ON THE NEXT CHAPTER OF HARRY POTTER THE JOURNEY TO HOGWARTS: WHAT? HARRY HAS A GODMOTHER? HOW UNEXPECTED. The time has come. Gangus has been beaten to the last of his invading forces, but not Aragog's. Betrayal. Betrayal between an alliance that causes Aragog's spiders to go rampant. The end of this fight is near. Who. Will. Win? The forces of Dumbledore? Gangus? Or the now rogue spiders of Aragog? McGonagall calls for reinforcements. STAY TUNED FOR NEXT TIME STUDENTS OF HOGWARTS...
Thank you all for reading Chapter 34
Did anyone notice the small Assassin's Creed reference I made when Alyssa began to run towards Hogwarts after knocking that spider in the street? No? Well, go play the game series and you'll understand.
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NEXT: Stay tuned for the finale of this arc Chapter 35: Battle of the Clock Tower: Flight of the Spiders.
AFTER: Stay Tuned for the premiere of the next arc Chapter 36: Mass Firing: Umbridge on the Run.
NEXT CHAPTER PREVIEW:
"PUSH THEM BACK TO THE DEPTHS OF THE FORBIDDEN FOREST. PUSH THEM BACK. RONALD WEASLEY STOP BEING A COWARD AND FIGHT..."
Stay tuned for Chapter 35
This is the arc we are currently in progress with: The Quidditch Accident Arc: Chapters 21-35
The Marauders Map Arc is next: Chapters 36-45
As you can see the main plot of this story is only an arc away starting on chapter 46 and will end with chapter 198, but do not fret there will still be a story long after that as I do not intend on ending it as Harry returns from being missing for so long.
Don't worry as it'll go until many, many years after the Battle of Hogwarts in the Deathly Hallows.
Here are the arcs that start the beginning of the real plot of the story in just 15 chapters:
Buckbeak Ride to Catastrophe Arc: Chapters 46-50
The Missing Legend Arc: Chapters 51-54
The question you should be asking yourself is... Is Quinn Potter really gone?