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'Thinking'
/Sign Language\
–Parseltongue–
Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others
Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper
Time change/Date of time
Change of POV
Chapter X
–Genocide–
Sunday, 14 February 1943
TMR's POV
Tom stood as Grindelwald entered the room. The Wizard nodded back before approaching Lestrange.
"Fleamont Potter did this."
"I don't doubt it yet there's no way to prove if it's true or not."
"Do it in another way." Grindelwald argued. "Tell the world how the brothers attacked their Lord. How they keep the Light Wizards pretending to be Men in Red in their home. How they told lies about their Lord to make him lose the Minister's side. To force him to give back what was always rightfully his."
"You want me to lie to the media."
"The only lie is that he never met Grindelwald. Actually you can pinpoint how Lord Potter sees the Light Vs Dark War as a petty fight. A childish fight. He is older than most of us. Than Grindelwald and Dumbledore themselves, except Dippet. He is against prejudice."
Lestrange frowned before he nodded and left. Grindelwald approached Tom and his Knights.
"Harry finds the war as petty?" Tom retorted.
"This has Albus' hands all over. The Potter Brothers wouldn't so openly turn against their uncle, they wouldn't dare because if they do they can lose the Inheritance." Grindelwald argued. "It's time that man realizes exactly what he is dealing with."
"Someone older?" Evan wondered.
"Harry is more powerful than most people I've met and Albus is creating a war against him. I'm teaching him exactly what mistake he's doing. Harry is against Prejudice. Tell me, children, who is the known anti-Dark prejudiced Wizard of all?"
"Professor Dumbledore. It's literally another warning." Tom put in. "Can I ask how you two met?"
Grindelwald smiled back.
"Back when he and the Dark Lord were teenagers they were lovers."
–LSE–
Wednesday, 17 February 1943
HJP's POV
Harry sat in the cell's bed as he looked towards the floor. He refused to look up. He refused to acknowledge the Dementors outside his grades staring back at him. Sniffing him out. Drawling his pain to the surface. Sadly enough he had too much of it. Even if he'd locked his memories away.
"Expecto Patronum!" Harry looked up slowly as a Patronus appeared and threw the Dementors away. "Apothecarian."
"Minister."
"Have you reconsidered your wrong doings? Your lies?"
Harry raised his hand and showed the I must tell no lies scar.
"Referring to this?" He retorted.
The Minister growled and turned around, leaving. Harry focused on the floor again.
"What's the meaning of this, Head Auror Thundercall? Apothecarian Potter is to receive no visitors besides myself."
"Then I'll be certain to start «Lord» Potter's case with calling you to the stand."
Harry looked up at hearing Lestrange's voice, finally finding hope.
It was the wrong thing to do.
"AHHHHH!" Harry gasped falling on his knees as the Dementors found a way in.
The screams of a million of people echoed in his head all at once.
–LSE–
TMR's POV
Tom glanced at Harry's catatonic stance on the hospital bed. Just how bad were his nightmares for him to scream himself raw?
"I feared this." Grindelwald pointed out towards Auror Thundercall. "Just how bad must it have been for him to lock his memories? For him to lock everything, even his own name, away? To have it all refreshed like this…"
"Then… he remembers?" Tom asked still looking at Harry.
"It's not that. He remembers the pain. Only the pain and none of the happiness."
Tom glanced at Grindelwald puzzled.
"Can you lock it away again?"
Grindelwald turned towards Auror Thundercall with a raised eyebrow.
"The Heir is asking for it. It's legal." The Head Auror agreed. "Just keep it quiet."
Auror Thundercall approached the door and stayed there on lookout. Grindelwald approached Harry and pointed his wand at Harry.
"Legilimens!"
–LSE–
Saturday, 20 February 1943
HJP's POV
Harry woke drowsily. He glanced around to find he was in the hospital. Tom was sleeping in a chair and Teddy was sitting on the floor messing around with a book of sorts, by the side on a baby cot was Dobby's sleeping body. He sat slowly and the toddler looked back. Harry made him the signal to be quiet for the teenager's sake. Teddy went to the bedside table and picked Harry's glasses. Harry frowned and put them on only to take them off and put them on again.
"I fixed your eyesight as well." Harry looked to the entering Wizard. "Don't try to remember. If you do I don't think I'll be able to do it a second time."
"Past memories?" Harry asked. "I let the Dementors in?"
"You let hope in and it was enough for them to get in. No more friendly visits to the Dementors, understood?"
"Thank you."
Grindelwald nodded and picked Teddy up and put him on the bed, who immediately crawled towards Harry's body.
"The Minister was fired and is now in your cell, Albus is laying low and the Potters are house arrested. Lestrange wanted something worse, but your Heir stopped him."
"We don't know what'll happen if you're not born."
Harry turned towards Tom, who had woken up and was getting up.
"How long was I in the prison and in here?" Harry asked.
"Almost a week." Grindelwald replied.
Harry watched surprised at the way Tom hadn't even changed clothes. Not even shaved himself! The teenager approached and grabbed Harry's cheeks, lending their foreheads together as they just looked at each other in the eyes.
"Hawy scawed Tom and Teddy."
The two looked away towards the toddler and then at each other again.
"You need a bath and a change of clothes. Both of you." Harry finally spoke.
Tom let their lips touch before he straightened and picked the toddler up. Harry glanced at Grindelwald, who had sat on the chair Tom had vacated.
"Magic brought you two together, didn't it?" The blond(now black-haired) asked and Harry nodded. "I saw your nightmares of him. Does he have any idea?"
"He knows to some extent."
Grindelwald nodded, but didn't argue.
"The fears you have, you don't need to. He won't turn into his other-self."
"I don't remember much and I won't try to, but I remember that you can't promise me that. That Tom already walks the path."
"I saw your memory without the blocks. The Tom you fear never knew feelings. This one is in love with you. If he loses you, maybe." Harry glanced back uncertain. "The Tom you fear is afraid of death. This one is afraid of losing you. If you really did die, he'd slip his soul just so he couldn't feel."
"I'm not too late then?"
"Never."
Harry closed his eyes and he felt a heavy bump leave his chest.
"What will you do?"
"I'm working towards the end of Muggle prejudice. Light/Dark seems like a futile fight now that I know what you passed through."
Harry glanced at Grindelwald with tears in his own eyes.
"All I remember before you blocked is the screams of a million people around me."
"I can try to block that as well."
"I blocked it myself the first-time. I can handle the screams."
Grindelwald stored his wand that he had gotten out. There was a knock and then Auror Thundercall came in.
"Good to see you awake."
"Good to be awake." Harry agreed. "How bad are the things outside?"
"Worse. It come out about the Muggles attack on magical children and Squibs."
"The chaos then. The other continents?"
"Europe is together on this for once." Grindelwald put in. "I sent men to Asia and Africa…"
"Percival was waiting for you to get better for him to go persuade the States. South America has alliance with western Europe, Portugal and Spain, thanks to the Muggles. They are already on our side. The MACUSA though refuses to admit that Muggles already know of the Wizardry Community for a century."
Harry glanced at Grindelwald confused.
"I'm the former American Head Auror." He explained. "The new President may be against but he can't refuse to see me."
There's a long moment where Harry just looked at Grindelwald before he finally asked.
"Is He even alive?"
"Yes." Grindelwald agreed amused.
–LSE–
GG's POV
Gellert arrived Nurmengard and went to the room where he kept Percival Graves himself. The Wizard stared back with a raised eyebrow.
"You read the newspapers and saw the memories I've left you."
Percival nodded.
"What else could I do?" He retorted.
"MACUSA is refusing to acknowledge the Muggles camps."
"Sounds about right."
"They'll test me if I'll appear dressed as you again."
Percival frowned only to then sigh and stand. Gellert gave him his own wand and the Wizard refreshed himself and left the room good as new.
"You can't use my face for the near future."
"I know."
Percival walked to the entrance and apparated out.
–LSE–
TMR's POV
Tom looked at Grindelwald as he came knocking on the front door.
"Sir?"
"Pick Edward, Riddle. I'm walking you to Hogwarts. I have to speak with your Head House for a heads up on my incoming return to the states."
Tom frowned as he looked at the Wizard in front of him, since Grindelwald had always called the Werecub by his nickname and then he finally spoke.
"Graves?"
The former Auror took a finger to his lips.
"I'm still your tutor. I expect to have taught better than that."
"Excuse me, Professor Graves." He agreed and went to fetch the Werecub and they left the house walking down the road to Hogwarts. "How much…?"
"I'm given daily newspapers and memories." Graves replied. "I may not approve of everything he does, but lately he changed and for the better." The Wizard explained. "It started when he first met your Lord and lover."
Tom glanced back uncertain.
"When did the bugs appear at the house?"
"When Potter was buried alive. I hope you two haven't done or said anything that might have been compromising."
"Luckily not." Tom agreed.
The three entered Hogwarts without a fight from the wards.
"I'll be away for a while. Still, He is right. As Potter's Heir you need to be tutored." Tom glanced back. "When I do return I'll do my best not to be on lockdown again and this time I'll be the one to do it… is Professor Dippet really with a scholar crush on me or was that one of His jokes?"
"He gave you fake memories?"
"Sometimes. To make me study them and understand which was false… like a certain desk scene with a certain ginger in the man's office to which I'll never be able to look at the Wizard ever again without getting embarrassed."
Tom tensed, wide-eyed.
"I so didn't need to learn That." He retorted with a shiver of disgust. "And yes. Scholar crush."
Graves hummed.
"I have to pass by the Headmaster office then. I can't just go to the Head of House."
Tom nodded and guided them up into the office.
"Why would he plant fake ones?"
"I'd get bored with just watching them. He does it to keep me entertained. To second guess everything." Graves shared a look back. "He can be too furrow sometimes."
Tom nodded.
–LSE–
End of March, beginning of April 1943
HJP's POV
Harry looked at the article. War. There was a war starting against Muggles and not just the usual kind. Not just the camps. All. Entire cities and towns dissipated. No one left alive without having a Magical Core. Grindelwald himself wasn't in any of those raids either. They were performed by Light people. By the Good Guys.
"The world has become a messy place." Harry's personal Mediwizard pointed out. "Even former pro-Muggles are now attacking Muggles."
"We don't need to kill them. We're all Children of the Earth."
"I don't believe people are listening any longer sadly." The old Mediwizard argued with a sigh as he checked Dobby who was finally starting to fully heal. Having a Mediwizard instead of a Healer had disadvantages after all. It was like using a Nurse instead of a Doctor in the Muggle World.
–LSE–
Sunday, 2 May 1943
By the time Harry managed to return home with the fully healed Dobby, already the Wizardry World had been outed. The entire Magical Community had joined as one against Muggles. Harry sat on his armchair as outside people screamed in pain. He'd failed Earth again. He…
"Feel the Earth." Tom ordered from the entrance.
Harry stood and walked with his children downstairs and outside to the road before he set his hand down in the floor. Harry gasped at feeling it.
"Alive." Teddy claimed eagerly.
"You didn't fail Earth." Tom commented and spoke directly into Harry's eyes on Harry's kneeling position to feel the Earth. "Muggles are polluting the Earth. They were and would kill Earth."
"We are dissipating one race completely."
"Happened before with the dinosaurs." Tom retorted with a smile. "In the future they'll be nothing but a history lesson."
Harry's eyes watered and looked down at his hands on the floor. Magic was singing. How could it sing at the destruction of so many people?
"It's still genocide."
"True and Earth will still live."
Harry shook his head. When he made a move to take his hands from the floor he felt his magic being completely absorbed by Earth.
(TBC)
All things considered with the Covid-19 it's not such a good idea to have such a Dark Ending to one of my fics, but hey… you've been warned in the tags
Next chapter: Epilogue
~Isys
Ps: I decided not to post this on 1st of April on purpose because you might think this chapter was a lie
