[a/n0]Nice catch alix on the Catherine there, just your chronicler's mother. But Enirehtac was a legendary 15th century potioneer, and creator of Hedwig's 2nd favorite treat. Right after freshly cooked bacon of course.
[a/n1]No one sees Dark Luna coming!
[a/n]Thought SoHDD#38 was the conclusion of my superpowered Harry tale but BJH & magitech gave an embittered next gen idea that I then sort of tied into current events.
Harry Does Different CCXCV
Azkaban Harry: Weasley Revenge
"Stupid bloody seal-fuckers!" [looked up derogatory terms for Canadians, figured it fit him at his worst] Ronald Weasley bitterly cursed the government of Magical Britain, for hardly the first time. But he only got to do that in the privacy of his own home. His other major topic being "Scumbag Potter, murdered my sister."
Over the years, patiently or otherwise, depending on who else was present Hermione would counter "Uncle Harry did NOT kill Aunt Ginny. And we have been through this again and again in History of Magic."
Rose Weasley, as soon as she turned 18, left home to join the army. She was a remarkable young woman who could match any man. She qualified for SAS, served in several classified missions in the Middle East, was decorated numerous times. She served quite honorably and after participating in the killing of a high ranking terrorist in 2020 was promoted and given leave.
"I wish you could stay longer, love." Hermione Weasley embraced her oldest daughter, tearfully.
Rose struck a military pose and saluted Rupert, her youngest brother. The boy was an above average wizard born after Harry Potter's apocalyptic solution to Voldemort and now in Hogwarts, which was being run by a mix of magicless Brits and imported Canadians. "Love you, too, Mum." She assured the former witch she so resembled, except for the hair of the man she turned to "C'mon Dad, get me to the airport."
"You can do this without danger to yourself?" asked Ron as soon as they were well away from the castle "I want revenge so bad I can taste it, but I don't want anything to happen to you, Rosie."
There were equal parts of the young woman and a ruthless soldier in the answer "Daddy, we've talked about this since I was little. Potter needs to pay for Auntie Ginny and Uncle Charlie. I've been training and fighting for years. I can put a bullet through a Knut from across a Quidditch Pitch and I don't need a cloak to be invisible."
"Forgive an old man worrying about his little girl." Ron didn't take his eyes off the road as he squeezed his daughter's knee and slipped a paper into her hand "Cursebreakers, warders, access to our Gringotts account, anything you need. Revenge is a dish best served cold. Your mother won't like it, but - - -"
She leaned over and pecked his cheek "but she WONT tell. Best we don't exchange messages for a few months. I'll go back on duty."
"Love you baby." Said Ron like any father, embracing his child.
Abcij
Harry Potter was a happy man. He had a beautiful wife and three school-age children. There was some disappointment when Joanne was confirmed as a squib, though she was no less loved. But, quite abruptly, the anniversary of his false imprisonment came upon him. No particular milestone he was just hammered and felt the need to be alone.
Eleanor Potter quietly held her husband for a time then kept their children in their American Niagara home as he left. The redhead did not have quite so high an opinion of herself as her husband seemed to, especially after three children and the lifespan difference was starting to tell. Eleanor might have looked younger than her husband when they met, but now the reverse was true. But while that thought worried her, she felt decidedly ill.
"Mom goto the doctor." James, her oldest ordered with more authority than his teenage voice allowed "We'll stay at Winona's until you come for us."
Abcij
Snipers were trained to be patient and Rose Weasley was one of the very best. At three days she was feeling the need to depart, maybe return at a future date. The Pontiac Solstice belonging to the wife pulled into the American home she was staking out. A suitable misery, kill the wife, lure in Potter. Rose settled in took aim and fired. Exhaled with great satisfaction as the wench dropped with a belly wound in the carport. Not an immediately fatal one. Potter did appear, looking utterly horrified, only pausing to look briefly around for an assailant. Rose prepared for another shot.
"Hey asshole!" and a spell struck the SAS operative's back. A second spell all but mummified her.
Abcij
There was a minor international incident between Britain and Canada. Britain wanting the case handled by an English Muggle court. The over fifteen years since the fall of magical Britain changed the ICW and the case went before Canada's Magical Ministry.
"And once again, this matter should be referred to the International Confederation of Wizards." Percy Weasley concluded his niece's defence.
His Honor Mr. Diefenbaker, sitting in judgment smirked down from the bench "The times, Mr. Weasley, have changed in the past…ooohhhh… almost two decades. And most importantly, the crime happened on CANADIAN soil and therefore is subject to CANADIAN jurisdiction! Now is there anything else?"
"I submit into evidence Defense Exhibit #18, a photo at the time of arrest, noting police abuse of- -"
Savoir Faire, the Canadian prosecutor, interrupted "I remind the court the accused is charged with murder, attempted murder and who knows what other crimes she may have been planning had she not been stopped."
"Court adjourned for the jury to deliberate." Judge Diefenbaker gaveled the end of arguments, and the next morning "Madam Foreman has the jury reached a verdict?"
An elderly woman with scraggly white hair bowed to the bench "Yes your honor. Guilty all counts."
"Mr. Potter, as the victim" Judge Diefenbaker ruled "I do NOT authorize death, Canada does not have capital punishment, but otherwise you may indulge yourself."
There was considerable official protest behind that simple sentence, but the man who most everyone knew as a quiet well-to-do professional man-of-leisure showed just the right people his real power.
Percy screamed "I FORBID IT!" while Hermione sobbed "Mercy! Please Harry!"
"Remember Second Year, Granger?" asked Harry maliciously "Rose Weasley, for the crime of traveling to my country I remove your legs."
More precisely, just like Lockhart's misfired healing spell, the bones in the attempted assassin's knees disappeared below both knees. The woman and her parents gasped in horror.
Harry's next act was on the gory side. He crucifix-styled Rose to a far wall then fired a pair of simple "Diffindos!" bloodily slicing off her hands, declaring "I take your hands for the crimes of use of a weapon against my family. Lastly"
"I'll pay you back Potter!" Ron roared "Even to your children's children's children!"
Hermione was wrapping the stumps of her daughter's arms in her red-soaked jacket, pleading "Mercy, Harry!"
"I'll deal with you in a second Weasley." Said Harry "Last. You should never have seen my wife. Caecus aeternum!"
Only the few people close to the attempted assassin could see her pupils and irises simply vanish...without a trace. Like a little girl, she whimpered "Daddy? Mummy? I cannae see!"
The courtroom was emptying of spectators as Harry took his revenge. Eleanor had long since sent out the Potter children, but she stood loyally beside her husband. And, while he entered a trance and spoke a language no one knew, Mrs. Potter passed judgment "The family of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger has proven unworthy. All power of magic and reproduction is stripped of them. None shall have children together or with any other. A taboo is upon the Weasley family. Should ANY Weasley EVER murder ANY Potter EVERY LAST Weasley will die."
"I can't believe what you did Har-" Hermione was saying, her husband was stunned and her daughter was being rushed to a hospital.
He pulled his wife behind him and spoke in a deadly whisper "Your bitch killed my son and would've killed my wife if I hadn't got there when I did."
"I don't care for you calling my daughter a bitch." She complained.
Harry gave a disgusted snort "You're nearly 50. Get over it. Regardless, my statement stands."
"And your cruelty?" she countered.
This is where Eleanor butted in "Explain your daughter, and your husband."
"Ginny would be ashamed to ever have known you." Hermione ignored his wife and fired a jab at Harry.
He stiffened, it was a thing Eleanor wanted no part of, she backed away. Harry seized her by the throat and drove her into the wall. Then snarling hatefully into her face "If I EVER see you within a hundred miles of my house I WILL KILL YOU!"
Several punches to the soft underbelly left Hermione sucking for air until Harry was long gone. Court officers remained with the Weasleys until they left the country. Boarding a jumbojet, with a court order never to return.
It took a couple decades before everyone believed it, but no intervention of either magic or muggle techniques could create a viable conception. All of Ron's brothers had grandchildren... a few greats even... by 2040, but not him, not her, none of their children could. Even the one grandson conceived before Rose's assassination attempt. Last-ditch cloning attempts just shriveled and died. The owners of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheazes quietly sent ever growing dividend payments, but despite having a store in Niagara, respectfully avoided the circle which they were never explicitly invited into.