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The Last Valar's Champions
Tying Up Loose Ends
As Harry, Ron, and Hermione were leaving Grimwald Place for the last time Kreature disappears in a pop. He had delivered all the notes and vials last night. Master would be surprised later, but orders from previous Black family heads were to be followed as well. Yes, his master would be very surprised. Kreature had set a plan in motion that not only included every current Black relation, but also every house elf and goblin. There were too many things that could not be forgotten for the Lord's plan to work. Kreature was very happy as he drank the contents of the vial in his hand and collapsed into a deep unwaking sleep. For the first time in countless number, Kreature was smiling. He would see his son again.
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All over the world in magical and muggle communities, everyone who could be traced back to Black ancestry were taking the potion that had been left for them during the night. A note was left with each one.
Dear member of the most Ancient and Noble House of Black,
The Warriors of our great Lord have been recognized and the promise will be fulfilled. Please make your choice now.
Lord Harrison James Potter-Black
Head of two Ancient and Noble Houses
This had been the sign the Lord had spoke of. All of them had read of the stories when they were young; all knew they were to be rewarded for their works. They had played their parts well. 10,000 in total currently living. None would yield from their Lord's promise. There was a reason all Blacks were educated early from the family grimoire. There were far more than spells in it. It was to be learned in it's entirety without question in order to teach their children and so on. All Blacks had access to it, although it was one book, it would appear in the homes of any Black in need of it. Now, it was destroyed and the family would eventually be together in completion. It was said that the grimoire was written by the Devil himself. But those that studied it knew that it was the last watcher who wrote in it. The only Lord left to watch over them. He had appeared to the very first Black and befriended him. He told him of the destiny that would beget his line and his promise to every member of the family. Before the Lord left the first Black; he gave the gift of the tome and stressed the importance of every child of the Black family studying the book. It would be called to each family member when needed. Since the beginning of the family; every child with Black blood would study the book in childhood. Tales of Elves, Trolls, Goblins, Dwarves, and many different peoples. But the tale of a ring that would control them all was written in dire warning. It had eventually brought and end to the Lords' reign. All but one had faded from influence and he was to be protected. There were things each member read that could not be shared with another living soul while the book existed; even family. A personalized mission for each member written in the hand of their Lord. Only the chosen would be exempt of the spell and know what each member orders were and what they communicated back. He would receive the tome in time to enact the Lord's plan. Each family member was told that it would be a young head of this and another pure house. Each family member was to keep theirselves pure of darkness in their souls and take solace in their Lord's plan. That he would protect them from darkness as long as they followed their orders. No Black ever strayed and no Black ever walked an easy path. Their lives were wrapped in hardships and struggles. Desires had to be abstained from and there was little love found. Only the family could truly understand a Black. To the rest of the world they seemed utterly barmy.
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In Malfoy Manner, Nacissa Malfoy nee Black was in tears of joy and relief. The time had finally come. Her part had taken both an emotional and physical toll. Her husband was one of the cruelest; with a soul as black as the deepest shadows. She and her son would finally be free. She gathered the elves and her son Draco to explain. "I know you house elves know what you must do; make your choice." She waited for the elves to leave them and spoke directly to Draco with practiced composure. "Dragon, this decision is up to you to make for yourself. I know you may have not believed the stories you read when you were young from the family grimoire; but they were all true. This potion is the sign of the Lord's fulfillment of that promise. You must choose to join me or be lost with your father." She drank her potion, immediately after, and collapsed into the deepest of sleeps. Draco looked at the ornate potion vial and stared at it. 'I was never going to be able to save him; father has truly been lost. I just hope uncle Sev will be there when I wake up.' Draco was the last of the Great Black family to take the potion. Immediately entering his sleep he felt himself free of his body. His spirit was being pulled the great distance at speeds unfathomable to the living. He could see the three chosen; chained and standing in front of the gate. His aura singing in response to theirs. He had played his part well and it had almost broken him. He prided himself on recognizing the Lord's warriors before they had even become friends. He had truly believed and held faith in the Lord of the Black Family. Harry Potter, at that time, was more special than anyone else could comprehend. Being the current savior was just a pittance in comparison. He deeply desired to be a part of their group. He had always wanted siblings and they would have been counted the best. But his Lord's orders were to be followed. His spirit is the last to enter the Gate just before his worldly father steps into the room. His body would die without it's soul.
All around the world people were finding friends and loved ones dead with a matching vial next to their bodies or still within their grasp. There would be police and auror investigations that would last for months. Their would be little left of the magical community with the Blacks gone. So many had blood ties to their great family. They would see their friends again if the Lord's plan succeeds. It would be a better world.
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The earth beneath those left in the chamber quakes as never before seen doors on the Veil slam shut into place. The Wizongamot were left shaken with terror. "Lucius!" Deloris screeched. "What is the meaning of this?!" She continued. All eyes were focused on Lucius Malfoy. He would need to come up with a response quickly. "Have the aurors bring in the unspeakables to investigate." Lucius states with false bravado and a bored expression. He released the spell on the doors to the chamber; allowing Deloris and her aurors to leave. He grabbed her arm tightly and whispered to her. "Remember what we discussed dear Madam." Deloris smiles her sickly smile and responds. "Yes, yes, Dear Minister, I have just as much to loose if not more than you. The reports we discussed will be made and released to the press just as we discussed. Witness statements have already been made and as soon as we contact the Head Unspeakable, I will get to work." Lucius nods in egknowledgedment and returns his attention to the rest of the Wizengamot. "Everything is being taken care of. I will update this body on the progress of the investigation in three weeks time; at our next scheduled meeting. Dismissed." Lucius exited the room and made his way up the stairs to the elevator. He needed to get to his office and finalize his reports. Taking over the Ministry; he had ran into a few snags. Kingsley almost managed to delay the vote for Minister until after the war trials. It was unusual how several of Lords and Ladies had suddenly stepped down and left their seats in the hands of a proxy. They had practically handed him the keys to the kingdom. It unnerved him at first; but he had thought little of it once he had been declared Minister of Magic and there were great losses on both sides. They most likely wanted time with their remaining family. 'Sentimental dribble.' He had quickly replaced department heads with people under his control or his fellow followers and supporters of the Dark Lord. It was too bad he couldn't save them all. Rudolphus and Rabastan would be missed. A month previous he had watched them both sent through the Veil. The Lestrange line had ended. But they had to be sacrificed in order for the people to accept his story. Their society had collapse after their rescue from Azkaban. And as they were the only death eaters left alive after the war from those rescued; it was up to them to be said sacrifice. He was glad there were no more scheduled trials and that there had been no release to the press on what was taking place. Whoever thought the people's choice counted for Minister had not been intimately familiar with the law. It was left to the governing body to take their votes into consideration. He had lost the popular vote by small margin but won where it counted. This was all kept from the papers of course. Harry Potter would have been tipped off and his plan would have failed. He was secure. He would take Draco to Gringotts first thing tomorrow and demand the boy claim the head of the Black family. He would then have Draco make him proxy and give him control of the accounts. Lestrange too while they were at it. Their family would be the most powerful and influential once again. He would also try for the Potter Lordship; it couldn't be allowed to be absorbed by the Goblins or the Ministry. Narcissa was technically Harrys closest living relative; unless Andromeda got there first. He knew her grandchild was made the godson of Harry Potter. He would have to use the fact that she, although technically older, was disinherited from the Black family and could not legally claim the inheritance by way of her Black family relation. 'Yes.' He thought to himself. 'That's perfect. Even the Goblin King could not argue. I would, of corse, create a trust vault for Andromeda and the brat crossbreed. With a few stipulations I could have them and Narcissa under control. Narcissa has spoken to exhaustion about missing her dear sisters. Too bad Bella had to get blown up; but we would have needed to execute her along with Rudy and Bastan. All the pity.'
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Deloris Umbridge was not a happy witch. Who cares about a suspected mass suicide when the Veil was out of commission. And how dare these people blow her off like she is unimportant with a phrase of 'we'll get to it eventually.' How dare they! Taking a deep toad like breath she exhaled to regain her composure. "You will assign three people to the task requested immediately." She stated in her sickly sweet tone. "And I told you we would get to it eventually. I am sure there are more important tasks you need to take care of." The unspeakable returns with insincere acknowledgement of her position. He had always liked Madam Bones and didn't think anyone was capable of filing her shoes. "What, pray tell, could be so important about a suspected mass suicide in comparison to the Veil being closed? Unless you unspeakables have ways of bringing the dead back to life" She said almost challenging him to avoid answering her directly again. "Considering the suspected mass suicide includes both Muggle and Wizarding society, world wide; there have been five unspeakables included along with the head of our department. So... unless you have a massive from Merlin himself; skive off!" That was not what Deloris Umbridge was expecting to hear. She had thought it would be unimportant people. people with no good breading or purpose in their world; not Ministry employees. "How many; may I ask?" She responded in an uncharacteristically sympathetic tone. "Madam, we have statements of over 3,000 so far and that was at last count. We are still getting reports from our contacts in other ministries and there are numerous people not answering Ministry owls today. We have a total of 53 returned owls so far. We have people investigating; but truthfully we could use a hand from your department." The unspeakable states in a civil tone hoping to get aurors from her grasp. "I can lend you seven as soon as I leave here if you will please send at least one unspeakable to investigate the Veil." She states diplomatically. "Make it Nine and you have a deal Madam Umbridge." Said unspeakable states with gambling finality. "I'll see it done." She turns and makes her way out the door. She may have lost the argument; but she had won the war. She was also in a great position to inform the Minister first. 'Yes, it was my recommendation to see that the aurors assist the unspeakables. I can tell the Minister what I have been told and make sure he knows I am the best person to keep his confidences.' Madam Umbridge thought internally as she walked into the elevator.
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The next day was bedlam. Nobody was uneffected by the mass suicides in the British Wizarding World including the Minister, who had lost his wife and son. Their hero was executed for treason and Gringotts was closed for the first time in countless memory. Every house elf had disappeared and the people were rioting the halls of the Ministry for answers. Rita Skeeter was buzzing around, in her animages form, listening for answers. None would come. There was no evidence except for the vials. The notes had been bespelled to only be found by their intended readers. They were untraceable and nobody would see them. The vials had no evidence of anyone handling them with exception of the dead; and there was no tracing the supplier. The unspeakables had worked through the night to test the potion residue and could not find how it would cause death. The potion was made by everyday Wizarding ingredients even; nothing poisonous. The Ministry has no answers to give and the Minister was at a total loss. He had torn up his house and office in a fit of rage. He had no family and he had no house elves. There would be no Black, Lestrange or Potter fortunes added to his own. He was at a total loss. All the cards he had held so tightly to his chest had burned away in his hands. He couldn't just make a statement because every governing body around the world were also investigating. The people were not happy with a possibly indefinite impending answer. What was there to say? He would put it in the hands of the Ministry Secretary to make a statement, due to his bereavement, and fire her later if she was unsuccessful in appeasing the masses. He would use this opportunity to find a surviving member of the Black family and get his fortunes. Little did he know that there were none left.