It all started when Harry was on his second encounter with his parents' killer, Lord Voldemort. He was dying from the basilisk poison in his body, by the time he finished stabbing the basilisk's fang on the dark enchanted diary and say his instructions to Ginny. He was about to collapse, lethargic from the poison's effects.

When he thought about it as he rested at the school's hospital wing, after the fact, something strange had happened within his body. From what he had read on the page that Hermione ripped from the book about basilisks, he should've already died by the time Fawkes the Phoenix cried on his wound.

The pain was still there, the excruciating pain of having his entire body doused with boiling water, was indeed present but he was still alive, barely conscious, but still alive, enough for Fawkes to cry on his wound and destroy the poison from inside of him.

The next weird thing happened when he was at the Dursleys, his maternal aunt's home. He was doing the dishes, when he accidentally dropped one of the plates that he was washing, but the plate didn't break, he still got an earful and was imprisoned in his room after the incident but the plate was never broken.

Both his uncle and aunt had been livid about that.

Then someone representing his uncle's extended family came. Harry didn't know where the glee came from, but he was extremely glad to know that the freakishness, as the Dursleys had dubbed it, also existed in his uncle's family.

"Great grandfather left Italy for a reason Alberto!" Vernon growled at the visitor. "With your nonsense about different colored fire having other properties other than burn things to cinders," He sneered. "I cannot understand why you returned to the family in the first place."

"You know why we're here Vernon." Alberto fired back. "We're here because of the Omerta." He sighed. "It's also the same reason why my family decided to fold back in to the family."

"Omerta?" Dudley curiously asked.

Vernon's face turned pale at the word his son repeated.

"Someone in your family became flame active, it is in our best interests to at least train the recent flame active person to help them control the flames."

Vernon gulped at his uncle's insinuation, he was sure he wasn't flame active and neither was his wife. He just hoped it wasn't his son, he didn't want his son to be involved in the mafia.

"Who?"

"Your nephew."

Vernon's face became red with rage.

"Don't tell me you're angry that someone unrelated to you became flame active when you don't want to have anything to do with the famiglia?" Alberto raised an eyebrow.

"That boy is already a freak and this would make him even more of a freak." Vernon growled.

"I have a theory, why don't you call your nephew?" Alberto ignored Vernon's outburst. "I want to ask him some questions."

Harry was confused when his uncle called for him, normally his uncle would do anything to lock him up in the room whenever visitors would arrive at the house.

"Hello boy, I am Alberto Dursley, might I inquire what your name is?" The man, Alberto, formally asked for his name.

Harry gulped as soon as the man revealed his full name.

As soon as Harry knew how this man was related to him was, he started dreading how this man would treat him, considering how his aunt Marge interacted with him.

In an attempt to at least prevent the confrontation that was soon to come, he responded to the man with a polite tone.

"I am Harry Potter sir."

"Tell me, Harry, have you been in a life-or-death situation?" Alberto was oblivious to Harry's internal struggle.

Harry blinked a few times, he was caught off guard with the man's attitude towards him, totally different from how his uncle Vernon and Aunt Marge was to him.

Soon after, his narrowed at the question. He knew he can't just say 'I was almost killed by a basilisk in my school' to this man for various reasons. Muggles don't even know about basilisks are in the first place.

Secondly, there was the statute of secrecy, which Professor Snape hammered into his head at the beginning of term.

"Answer the man, boy." Vernon growled.

"There's no need to rush Vernon, I'm sure it's all traumatic for the boy." Alberto admonished his nephew. "I can understand the boy's reservations with sharing such critical, likely traumatic, information to a virtual stranger."

"I was poisoned?" Harry offered after much self-deliberation.

"Was it fatal to you?" Alberto followed up.

"The doctor said that it was a miracle that I even survived in the first place."

"Lightning or Sun flames." Alberto whispered with narrowed eyes.

Alberto shook his head and restrained himself from forming plausible theories about the boy.

"Was there anything weird that happened after you were poisoned? Like being able to punch through a wall or healing a wound?"

Harry was confused, extremely confused. The man, Alberto's, questions sound awfully a lot of the questions the Hogwarts teachers asked muggleborn students when explaining magic to them and their parents.

He was already attending Hogwarts.

"I accidentally dropped a plate once but it didn't break." Harry decided to humor the man's question.

"I take it your family and your nephew are largely ignorant of the family business you left?" Alberto faced Vernon.

"I swore that I would stamp out any freakishness in this house!" Vernon growled. "We failed at my wife's nephew because they were insistent I won't have another instance of that freakishness in my house!"

"You know Vernon, if you hate the child so much, why keep him?" Alberto sighed. "Why subject yourself to such stress, why subject the child to such torture?"

"No!" Petunia exclaimed. "That boy cannot leave this house!"

"Petunia!" Vernon growled.

"Why is that Petunia?" Alberto questioned his nephew's wife. "Is there a reason why you are sheltering the boy despite your clear hatred for him?"

Petunia clamped her mouth shut, she refused to give any more information to her husband's uncle.

"Our family has the Omerta, her family has the Statute of Secrecy," Vernon explained. "As the name suggests, they aren't allowed to say what she meant by that." He glared at the boy.

"Statute of Secrecy," Alberto hummed. "That's familiar," His eyes narrowed in concentration before it opened in realization, "By any chance is this the statute that prevents the magical world from intermingling with the non-magic populace?"

"H-how?" Vernon and Harry questioned.

"Did you really think that there were no magic people involved in the family business Vernon?" Alberto raised an eyebrow once more. "If you have forgotten Vernon, the business has ways to gain such information."

"If he knows…" Petunia trailed off.

"Go ahead." Vernon gave the approval, still glaring at Harry.

"Potter's here because I'm what's left of his mother's family, I'm his mother's sister." Petunia snarled. "The blasted headmaster of his school erected blood wards around the house to keep him protected, or so the letter that came with him said."

"I see, blood wards." Alberto hummed. "Let me see what I can do, but worst comes to worst Potter'll have his training nearby."

Alberto had decided that Harry's training would take place near his place of residence, this will serve to preserve the blood wards placed on his place of residence that kept him and his maternal aunt's family protected from the magical terrorist's cult and the terrorist himself.

Harry and Alberto were currently in a nearby park where no one would visit so that they could train in secrecy.

"What we call them, Harry, are Deathperation flames, some call them Dying Will Flames." Alberto informed Harry. "These flames are what made you survive the poison that should've killed you." He explained."

"Why?"

"There are seven different types of flames, all named after a certain weather," Alberto continued his spiel. "We don't have any means to know what your flames are but from what you described, you mostly have lightning flames, flames with the property of hardening anything you wish, like the plate that you dropped but didn't break."

"What does that have to do with my being poisoned?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"There are different types of poison, ones that solidifies your blood, and another is one that would disintegrate your internal organs like how acid does with everything it touches," Alberto answered. "The poison you've been induced with was something that would disintegrate your organs had you not applied lightning-flames on them to keep them from being destroyed."

"So basically I'm being trained to control this power?" Harry asked.

"In a sense, yes." Alberto nodded. "This is a power that can prove fatal to yourself or others if activated accidentally. You've been lucky so far that every accidental activation has been to save your life, or a thing, so far."

Harry gulped at the man's implications.

"Can Dudley have this power too?"

"Despite popular belief, everyone is able to have this power, it's all on the will of the person, their will to live, and that's why it's called dying will flames."

"So how do I do this?"

Alberto smiled at the query.

"Now I want you to close your eyes and imagine a ball of flame," Alberto instructed. "Try not to call for your magic."

With Alberto's presence, Harry didn't have much of a hard time living with the Dursleys. His teacher didn't stay in the house but the knowledge that his uncle's uncle was training him was enough to keep them docile towards him.

However the week before Marge visited the Dursleys, Alberto had to leave him, which turned their docile attitude towards him into a hostile one.

However, he doesn't miss a beat every time he pointed out Vernon's relation with Alberto and the green-colored flames he apparently had.

Everything changed once Marge arrived and was subsequently blown up.

Luckily there were only a few days left of summer break when he left the Dursleys and got himself checked into the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry had so many reasons to be happy at the end of his third year at Hogwarts. First, he knew that he was loved and he has a godfather in the form of one Sirius Black, a werewolf for an uncle in the form of one Sirius Lupin, he was discovering family members he never knew he had.

Harry has decidedly ignored one Peter Pettigrew's presence in his life.

While it was unfortunate, that Sirius wouldn't be able to take him away from the Dursleys, at least the Dursleys that were connected to Harry's mother, the knowledge that he'd be learning more about the Dying Will Flames, especially his lightning flames, was another reason for his happy demeanor.

Of course, none at Hogwarts were in the know of this secret, not even his best friends Hermione and Ron. He may not have been connected to the so-called family business that his uncle Vernon has left, he knew enough that the business has its equivalent of the Statute of Secrecy that Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall has hammered into his head during the start of his second year.

"What exactly do you do Alberto?" Harry inquired as he sat on the pavement, tired from his training.

"Why don't you apply your lightning flames on that twig and I'll answer if you're successful this time." Alberto smiled.

Harry nodded and picked up the twig he had dropped earlier. He closed his eyes in concentration as green electrical arcs formed from his hand and coated the twig he was holding with both of his hands.

He opened his eyes and saw that the twig he was holding was coated in green electrical arcs before the arcs promptly faded from sight.

"Good." Alberto smiled as he took the twig from Harry's hands.

Alberto produced a scotch tape from his person taped it onto a nearby lamppost. He then stood straight before striking the twig with the palm of his hand.

The twig in question snapped in half which made Harry groan in displeasure.

"Why're you groaning?" Alberto asked.

"The twig snapped." Harry pointed out.

"It may have snapped but I felt that the twig was a lot sturdier than normal," Alberto showed the twig's indention on his hand. "Last year we've only covered the activation and now you're imbuing something with your flames," He continued. "I count this as a success in my book."

"Really?"

Alberto smiled.

That was it, Harry has decided that Alberto was the best teacher ever.

"Now to answer your question." Alberto's shift in tone made Harry nervous. "What do you know of the underground Harry?"

"Underground?"

Alberto sighed once more, unsure how to break to the boy the news. He knew that the kid was emotionally abused by his nephew but for his training to proceed he needed to know the truth.

"The mafia." Alberto amended his words.

"The mafia?" Harry questioned once more. "What's that?"

Alberto gulped at the boy's innocence that he was about to destroy.

"It's an organization that does crime is the most basic summary I can give you," Alberto sighed. "A crime organization so to speak."

"Like the Death Eaters?" Harry muttered to himself.

"Death Eaters?"

"Sorry, I can't answer that." Harry apologized. "I was just thinking of something similar in that world." He admitted.

"You do know that the Statute does not apply to me right?" Alberto smiled. "But this is good, it means I can trust you not to divulge what I'm about to tell you to anyone, not unless divulging would save your life."

Harry nodded.

Alberto came clean to Harry as soon as he confirmed that Harry wouldn't blab to just about anyone what he was doing.

Alberto told Harry about the flames of the sky and how the Vongola and their allies in the mafia were the sole users of said power.

Harry was also told about the Vindice prison and the instances of how one would be sent there. He was also told about how no one messed with the Vindice and its enforcers.

Lastly, Harry was told about the Omerta. Normally Harry and the Dursleys, barring his uncle, would remain ignorant of the mafia world, but the moment he became a flame active person he was unofficially inducted into the underground, specifically the Famiglia that his uncle was supposedly trying not to get involved with.

"No one really escapes the mafia, Harry," Alberto explained. "One must die in order to escape the underground."

"How come uncle Vernon believes that your great grandfather has actually escaped them?"

"You'll understand when you get older, I'd imagine that there's no escape from your world as well." Alberto offered. "Your aunt certainly hasn't escaped it, despite not involved in it."

That was when it clicked to Harry about the meaning of Alberto's statement.

"You can never unlearn what you knew," Harry stated thoughtfully. "We can pretend but there's really no escaping it."

"That and we protect our own." Alberto nodded. "Did you ever question how we were able to visit you as soon as you showed signs as a flame-active person in the house?"

"The Famiglia has been watching the Dursleys." Harry realized.

"The number of unbelievable things some of the Famiglia members reported when you were brought to them were downright absurd," Alberto chuckled. "But in hindsight, it does make a lot of sense, a cat turning into a woman, it was like an episode of Bewitched."

Alberto noticed the questioning look Harry sent his way.

"A telly series in the Americas." Alberto supplied. "In any case, starting tomorrow a few of my colleagues will help me in training you, something basic like honing your reaction time."

"Why would I need that?"

"Believe it or not kid, people will seek you out because you're flame-active," Alberto explained. "Some of them might not take the talking approach, this way you can defend yourself, or at the very least escape, without resorting to using your other talents."

"Remember Alberto, I'm only doing this because you paid me to." A small person clicked their tongue. "Why do you want this child to be trained in something that should be exclusive to the Vongola and her allies?"

"Apart from the fact that he became flame-active since last year?" Alberto raised an eyebrow. "I thought we were all for preserving the secrets of the mafia and honoring the Omerta Mammon?"

"There are ways to honor the Omerta Alberto, you know that." The small person identified as Mammon scoffed. "Like for instance, take him back to Italy and train him there."

"Statute of Secrecy."

"A member of the magical society then." Mammon clicked their tongue. "I will be asking for more as soon as this child's training is concluded, if you must know, I detested that society."

"Oh? This is new information."

"And you'll be getting nothing else from me."

"Harry, I want you to meet Mammon." Alberto gestured to a small cloaked figure. "They will be helping me to train you."

Harry did a double-take as soon as he saw who was with Alberto when they arrived at the usual training spot. The small figure looked like a baby, a baby that was cloaked and was walking on two legs.

What in Merlin's name was happening?

"A baby?" Harry couldn't help but voice out. "How's a baby going to help me?"

Suddenly a man in black clothes appeared behind Harry and shot the gun he was holding, grazing the Potter's arm.

"Gah!" Harry screamed.

The Potter looked behind him just in time for the gunman to fade away like smoke as he held his arm to stop the bleeding.

"I can see why you needed my help, Alberto." The cloaked baby nonchalantly commented. "He has poor reaction time."

"What is going on?!" Harry yelled. "Someone just shot me and you aren't doing anything."

"Come off it." Mammon scoffed. "You were lucky the bullet merely grazed your arm."

Alberto shook his head at the person's nonchalance, it's what you'd expect from an assassin of their caliber. He approached Harry and bandaged the graze wound on the boy's arm with his handkerchief.

"Full transparency, there was actually no gunman, what you experienced was an illusion," Mammon explained. "The beauty about illusions is that I can kill just about anyone I please without ever lifting a finger."

"No need to regale the kid with your assassination exploits Mammon." Alberto admonished.

"Shut your mouth Alberto, I'm training the kid now," Mammon fired back. "The only reason why you're still breathing is because of the Vindice and no money in the world would satisfy me for the trouble killing you would entail."

"Glad to know your priorities Mammon, even you wouldn't dare invoke the Vindice's rage."

"How come I was still wounded when you've only shown me an illusion?"

"The brain is very weak that way," Mammon explained. "We simply manipulate all your senses and the brain does the rest of the work, like say tearing your skin to simulate that you've actually been grazed by a bullet."

"If one can identify that what they're seeing is an illusion, none of its effects will take root." Alberto continued. "However knowing that one thing is an illusion and believing that it's an illusion are two different things."

"With that explanation out of the way, let us continue the training." Mammon clicked their tongue.

Four men in black suits appeared in front of Harry, each carrying a pistol. They took aim at the boy.

"Why don't we start small first Mammon?" Alberto suggested.

"I suppose children will do for the moment."

The four men morphed into four kids, two boys and two girls, each carrying a handful of pebbles in one of their hands.

"Be prepared to dodge kid."

Harry gulped as he eyed one of the boys taking aim at him. As soon as the boy threw his stone, he immediately ducked.

"Gah!" Harry gasped as he was hit by a plate on the arm.

"You're slowing down boy," Mammon yelled. "You may have dodged rocks, small balls, and sporting balls but you have yet to dodge a plate."

Harry merely panted, unable to form any coherent response from the cloaked baby.

"I say he has improved greatly under your tutelage Mammon." Alberto offered as he gave Harry bottled water. "He came from barely dodging pebbles to dodging sporting balls entirely."

"That's because sporting balls are big and slow." Mammon fired back. "If he can't dodge a plate thrown by an angry housewife, what hope has he have of dodging projectiles faster than a plate, like an arrow or even a bullet? I say it's far from passable. I'd give it a Troll grade."

"Y-you're a wizard?"

"A squib," Mammon scoffed. "Just so you know I truly detest your society, I'm training you because I was paid."

"B-but how…"

"Like I told when we first met, I am merely using illusions, I'm tricking your brain into thinking that anything thrown at you is real."

"There were actually times where you would actually believe that what you're seeing isn't real, but those were rare instances." Alberto pointed out.

Before Harry could even form a reply, he was suddenly clutching his head trying to alleviate the sudden headache he was having.

"I guess we'll call this a day." Mammon sighed. "Illusionary poisoning has taken hold." The cloaked baby clicked their tongue. "I must admit that each day your limit to being subjected to illusions is increasing by the day, I guess in that regard you are improving."

Harry's training with that weird person, who definitely looked like a baby, started in the middle of July just after Alberto had reviewed him on the basics of activating his flames whenever he needed it. He had originally wanted to test his lightning flames on his wand, remembering how easily Ron's wand was broken at the start of his second year.

He was, however, cautioned against doing so because no one knew what could be the repercussions of attempting such a feat.

When Harry's training with Mammon began, he had suspected that his very small teacher was actually a wizard or witch but disguised it as illusions so as not to trip the Statute of Secrecy, it was kind of a shock to him knowing that he was technically on the mark but instead of being magical, Mammon turned out to be a squib.

Harry could admit to himself that he doesn't understand how Mammon's abilities worked, especially after the reveal that they were a squib. It didn't make sense to him, he had witnessed Mammon perform feats of conjuration and transfigurations, conjuring fully grown men and transfiguring them into children.

Days before the Quidditch World Cup, Mammon ended their training with him, at least for the year, stating that they were being sent on a mission by their boss.

He can still remember the words of caution the baby told him.

"Be careful when you use that power Potter. Vindice doesn't care whether you used it in self-defense or not, for them, it counts as divulging the mafia's secrets to unrelated people. You'd end up in a prison far worse than Azkaban."

What could be worse than Azkaban?!

Harry wouldn't admit it to anyone, especially to Mammon considering how much of an ego the baby has, but his training with the cloaked baby was definitely helpful during the Triwizard Tournament especially with his third encounter with his parents' killer.

"Kill the spare."

Harry ignored the searing headache he had and faced his fellow Triwizard Champion.

"Locomotor Wibbly!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Harry's Jelly-legs curse hit Cedric's shocked form causing the older boy to collapse on the ground and make the light of the killing curse sail above the Diggory's head.

"Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy! Incendio! Confringo! "

Harry decided to cast multiple stunners, a jet of fire, and a blasting curse right at the traitorous Marauder, distracting the death eater enough for him to grab his fellow champion out of harm's way.

Despite Harry's small nature, he was able to carry the much older and bigger boy than him over to the other side of the graveyard.

Harry grabbed a few pebbles that were scattered on the ground and positioned it surrounding Cedric then cast an engorging spell on them.

"H-harry, what's going on?" Cedric managed to ask.

"You were about to be killed so I cast the jelly-legs curse on you," Harry admitted. "I want you to cast the counter-curse once I leave you, you need to get back to the cup."

"And leave you here?! No way!" Cedric protested.

"This is not up for debate," Harry growled. "Wormtail wants me, you heard what that voice said, you were the spare they'll immediately kill you."

"Harry, I'm of age, it is my responsibility to protect you." Cedric tried to reason.

"No." Harry shook his head. "We're not at Hogwarts anymore Cedric, your authority as a prefect won't work here."

"Not like you followed the prefects in the past." Cedric muttered to himself.

"Cedric, you're a good bloke and I don't want you to die here." Harry tried to reason out. "You've got so much in store for you."

"How will you get back then?"

"I'll think of something."

"Where is Potter, Wormtail?!" The same hoarse voice from earlier demanded. "This is one failure too many." The cloaked bundle expressed its displeasure.

"The cup is still here milord." Peter expressed. "Potter is still here."

"Yet you failed to kill the spare."

"Potter was quick milord." The Pettigrew reasoned. "It seemed like he was prepared for this to happen."

"Silence! I want you to find Potter right this instant Wormtail or else Nagini'll be feasting on your flesh."

"Yes sir!"

"You heard them." Harry pointed out.

"But what about you?"

"I'll figure it out myself."

As Harry conversed with Cedric, he was imbuing the stones he had enlarged with his lightning flames, ensuring that none of them would be destroyed by at least three killing curses, or so he hoped. He wasn't taking any chances and he wasn't going to let Cedric die here.

"Expelliarmus!"

Harry fired a disarming spell at the traitorous rat, which had been blocked, and ran far away from where he had deposited his fellow Triwizard champion.

"Stupefy, Expelliarmus."

Harry continued firing off spells at the traitorous rat and continued to run away from where he had last seen Cedric.

Harry's luck ran out as he tripped on a tree's root.

"Hurry Wormtail." The same voice groaned out.

"Yes milord!"

Peter tied Harry on an angelic statue as fire lit up under the cauldron and its contents began boiling. The rat animagus then started chanting the potions' instructions as he followed it to the letter from pilfering Voldemort's paternal bone to dismembering himself to procuring some of Harry's blood.

Harry was not about to give up, his utter defiance caused him to unconsciously wrap lightning flames all around his body and hardened his skin to the point where a simple slice of the knife Pettigrew was using wouldn't be able to penetrate the Potter's skin, let alone get some of his blood.

It didn't mean it wasn't painless for Harry, but he persevered nonetheless, despite his screaming.

Frustration clawed into Pettigrew's very being as he forcefully attempted to embed the knife into Harry's arm but to no avail.

The sudden impenetrable nature of Harry's skin only served to infuriate the rat animagus even more that he gave in to his frustrations and forcefully stabbed the knife into the Potter's arm, but that only resulted in the knife he had to snap in half.

Growling in frustration, Pettigrew frisked himself for something sharp to continue his tasks when he noticed the tear on Harry's pants that showed off the gash that the Potter got when the boy tripped earlier.

Smiling to himself, Pettigrew used the snapped knife to scoop up some of Harry's blood that came from the boy's gashed knee.

"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe." Pettigrew chanted as he added a few drops of Harry's blood into the cauldron.

Not a moment soon, everyone in the graveyard witnessed the return of one Lord Voldemort.

The Dark Lord wasted no time in summoning his Death Eaters and tormented Harry some more. The confrontation evolved into one one-sided duel between the two of them, which ended with a dome of light and few gray people – ghosts? – helping Harry with his duel.

"Flippendo! Depulso!"

As soon as Harry broke the connection between the wands, Cedric chose this time to reveal himself and cast a few knockback and banishing charms at the Death Eaters present in an effort to aid Harry to escape the one-sided duel the Dark Lord forced the Potter in.

"After him!" Voldemort growled.

The Death Eaters were quick to oblige and chased after the Potter while others turned their attention towards Cedric and wordlessly cast a few spells at the Diggory.

"Focus on running towards me Harry! I've got your back!" Cedric ordered.

Harry responded by running towards his companion.

Cedric, satisfied with Harry's response, turned his attention to the Death Eaters. He cast a few spells wordlessly and caused a few of them to get blown away.

"Aqua Eructo! Glacius"

Cedric cast a water eruption charm on the ground behind Harry and created a spout of water. He then promptly froze it causing it to fall over the Death Eaters chasing after the Potter, creating a physical barrier between his fellow Triwizard champion and the Death Eaters.

"Bombarda Maxima!"

Cedric used the exploding charm to further deter the Death Eaters who managed to get past the icy barrier that he had set up, blowing them away to the house that Wormtail came from.

"Reducto! Flipendo! Depulso! Experlliarmus! "

Cedric noticed that the Dark Lord had joined with the chase, fearing for both his and Harry's safety, he cast a number of jinxes, curses, and charms at the resurrected Dark Wizard from the reductor curse to the knockback jinx to the banishing and disarming charms.

The Dark Lord expertly blocked the spells all the spells coming at him and cast a few of his own.

Cedric managed to evade a few of the spells that Voldemort has used and some had managed to hit him, tearing off a few pieces of his clothes.

Some Death Eaters joined their master in firing spells at Cedric, who made the decision of hiding himself behind the pebbles that Harry had enlarged earlier.

To the surprise of every Death Eater, the stones held strong and wasn't blown to dust despite the many spells that hit it, even from the ones that the Dark Lord has cast.

"Lacarnum Inflamari!"

Cedric, at this point, was desperate, Harry was still a few paces away from him from all the zigzagging the Potter was doing just to evade some of the obstacles and the spells coming his way, he stood up from behind the enlarged pebble, and conjured a fireball at the tip of his wand and threw at the Dark Lord.

In what could be called an incident of pure luck, the cloak that Voldemort was wearing caught fire and managed to distract the Dark Lord from his pursuit of Potter.

"Expelliarmus!"

Harry cast the disarming spell that went right by Cedric's face, who was rightfully distracted from attempting to block the Dark Lord from approaching both Triwizard champions.

The Diggory looked behind him and found a Death Eater, one disarmed Lucius Malfoy.

"Depulso"

The Malfoy was thrown towards a tree far away from both Triwizard champions with the banishing charm that Cedric cast on the Death Eater.

"Accio!"

As soon as Harry bumped himself unto the Diggory he immediately pointed his wand at the idle Triwizard Cup and summoned it to his person and both champions were transported back to Hogwarts, tired, afraid, and vigilant but alive.

Harry found himself waking up in the school's hospital wing a week after the third task of the tournament.

The last thing Harry remembered was Cedric escorting him to the hospital wing after the Professor Moody-impostor tried to get him after returning from the graveyard.

From what Harry had heard, it was all thanks to Cedric's quick thinking that the impostor wasn't able to do anything to him other than gloat at him for seemingly fooling everyone else, especially the school's headmaster.

Harry looked around, he saw Cedric was asleep, wrapped with bandages, on the bed to his right while Ron and Hermione sat beside each other, with the Granger sleeping on the Weasley's shoulder.

When Harry saw an issue of the Daily Prophet by Cedric's bedside, he carefully retrieved it, making sure he wasn't making any sounds and not disturb his sleeping companions. He read the front-page headlines and sure enough, his words of warnings were used against him.

What else was new?

"You really shouldn't read that paper when you just woke up." Hermione advised.

"I got curious." Harry offered.

"Curiosity killed the cat." Hermione raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure you knew that."

"Wha-? Who killed Crookshanks?"

"Oh Wake up Ronald." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Hey Harry." Ron waived at his best friend. "You gave us quite the scare, you and Diggory did."

Harry was extremely glad that his friends never changed, they still continued to act like nothing happened, arguing like they always did like his name wasn't destroyed by the local newspaper, he didn't experience intense torture under Voldemort and his followers.

"Are you really certain you saw him Harry?" Ron couldn't help but question everything Harry revealed earlier..

"Ronald!" Hermione admonished.

"So you don't believe me, Ron?" Harry questioned bitterly.

"I believe you, I truly do!" Ron tried to assure his best friend. "It's him, you know, it's you-know-who, a part of me wants to deny it all," He admitted. "The Dark Lord who everyone fears to even speak his name."

"He has returned alright," Cedric inserted himself into the conversation. "I was there, I saw it all."

"Which reminds me, why didn't you grab the cup when I gave you the chance?" Harry turned his attention to his fellow champion. "You could've died in there Cedric."

"Was I supposed to leave you there to die yourself Potter?" Cedric responded. "I am already of age and it's my responsibility to protect the students younger than me."

"Bloody Hufflepuffs." Harry swore.

"Harry!"

"You knew they wanted me for something." Harry pointed out. "You on the other hand were just a spare in their eyes, Wormtail cast the bloody killing curse as soon as they saw you."

"You know what would've happened next Potter." Cedric rebutted. "You-know-who would've killed you as soon as he was done toying with you, without the portkey back here, you would've died."

"Out!" Madam Pomfrey interrupted. "My patients need to rest!"

"But-"

"Out!"

Hermione and Ron reluctantly acquiesced to the hospital wing's matron's orders. They waved goodbye to both Harry and Cedric.

"Look Cedric, you're a good bloke." Harry sat on his bed, his back on the bed's railing. "I owe you my life but you really didn't have to risk your life for me."

"Are you really that desperate to die Harry?" Cedric questioned. "I just don't understand why you're so quick to sacrifice yourself to save everyone else," He added. "I remember the fat friar telling some of the Hufflepuff prefects about what happened at the Chamber of Secrets. You were bit by the basilisk and was saved by the headmaster's phoenix."

"H-how."

"The ghosts are knowledgeable about whatever happens inside the castle," Cedric explained. "The bloody baron probably told the fat friar what happened."

Harry swallowed whatever was in his throat as he tried to organize his thoughts and answer Diggory's question.

"It's not that I want to die, I just want to save Ginny from the Basilisk at the time, I didn't think of the consequences." He admitted. "As for what happened at the graveyard, I was responsible for bringing you there, I suggested that we take the cup at the same time, therefore had you died there, it'd be on me."

"In the end, it was my decision." Cedric sighed at the Gryffindor. "I chose to grab the cup with you, so no my death wouldn't be on your hands."

"But-"

"But you sure are one powerful wizard Harry." Cedric grinned at the young boy, completely derailing their topic. "A simple finite wasn't enough to undo the jelly-legs curse you cast on me, quick thinking by the way."

Harry simply blushed at the compliment, thankful for the change in topic.

The end of the year was a huge feast.

Cedric was declared the winner of the Triwizard Tournament with Harry in second place. The headmaster used their performance in the previous tasks to break the tie that the Potter and Diggory held in the tournament, Headmaster Dumbledore and Headmistress Maxime both deemed the Diggory's performance outweighs that of Potter's.

With Diggory's win in the tournament, he also secured the house cup victory for his house as well. It was the first time in forever that Hufflepuff had actually won the house cup. In celebration, Madam Pomfrey added more food on the table for every house to celebrate their win.

It did help that the house-elves knew beforehand to cook more food than the usual.

While the Triwizard tournament winner had a prize of galleons, the other participants didn't come empty-handed. Harry, Fleur, and Viktor all received money bags for their participation in the tournament, to which the Potter promptly gave his winnings to the Weasley twins.

"Of course, you have latent sky flame," Mammon growled. "That would explain why I was drawn to you on a certain level despite already having a sky of my own."

"Sky?"

"Alberto, have you really explained to the child the different flames of the sky?"

"I simply gave him the basic idea of the other flames and went extensively on his lightning flames," Alberto admitted. "I didn't think he'd have sky flames at all, they're a rarity."

"Sky flames are rare." Mammon began as they landed in front of the Potter.

"If your Lightning flames are good for defense as it can harden anything you imbue with it, Sky flames on the other hand are the flames that accept just about anyone." Alberto supplied.

"You're muddying the concept Alberto." Mammon pointed out. "I will be asking for another fee later for explaining to Potter about the Sky flames."

"Greedy little bastard." Alberto muttered to himself.

"Money makes the world turn Alberto, surely you know that."

Mammon turned their attention back to Harry and continued explaining about the Sky flames and began explaining the characteristics of Sky flames with Alberto chiming in once in a while.

Both Mafiosi moved on to explain how the Sky's harmonizing factor affects just about everyone around Harry.

"It's a bit hard to explain, especially as someone who doesn't possess Sky flames," Alberto admitted. "But that's the gist of it."

"Enough talk." Mammon declared. "Let us continue the training."

Five teens appeared in front of Harry, all equipped with BB guns and open fired.

It came as a surprise to Harry when Mammon appeared in the Ministry of Magic to represent him.

He wasn't aware that one of his mentors was present when he was attacked by dementors while on a rare break from training with his flames.

Speaking of training, it was prematurely stopped as neither Alberto nor Mammon had any way of entering the Grimmauld place where he currently resided alongside the Order of the Phoenix, the Weasleys, and even the Diggorys.

"Wizards and witches really have low attention spans." Mammon scoffed as they floated beside Harry, passing by an equally bewildered Dumbledore. "I've been here the whole time and none of you ever noticed."

Harry almost wanted to roll his eyes at Mammon's display. He knew for a fact that the cloaked baby was using their Mist flames to hide themselves from everyone, but he also knew how Mammon despised the Magical society hence the rather condescending attitude towards the wizards and witches present.

"Who are you?!" A woman wearing pink under her Wizengamot robes demanded. "How dare you enter Ministry premises without permission?!"

Mammon ignored the woman in pink. "I am here to represent Harry Potter against the case filed against him."

The woman in pink clothes cleared her throat, garnering everyone's attention.

"I'm sorry but you seem to be under the impression that we will allow such a thing from happening? Not only has Potter arrived late, but you also have the gall to interrupt the proceedings."

"I see how it is," Mammon hummed. "Since Potter is receiving a full court trial, with the entirety of the Wizengamot present, I suggest that we call the attention of the ICW to hear the proceedings."

Minister Fudge paled considerably at the suggestion.

"It is the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy that Mr. Potter has allegedly violated after all."

"Surely the honorable council members of the International Confederation of Wizards need not concern themselves in Britain's proceedings." Minister Fudge offered.

"You seem to be under the impression that I'm a British Magician," Mammon stated. "I am from Italia, since I have been involved, calling for the attention of the ICW seems prudent, isn't that so Mr. Dumbledore?"

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded. "As the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy was violated and a citizen of another magical nation was involved, it is the Standard Operating Procedure to call forth the attention of the ICW, not unless the witch or wizard involved agrees not to call them."

"Surely we can compromise Mr…" Minister Fudge trailed off.

"Call me Mammon without the gender-specific honorifics." Mammon replied.

"Surely you agree, Mammon, that the honorable council members of the ICW need not be bothered for something as minor as this?"

"I disagree," Mammon bluntly replied. "Mr. Potter faces the entire British Wizengamot for violating the Statute, he is, therefore, tried as if he was an of-age wizard. However, I can be convinced otherwise, if you let me represent Potter for this case."

From Minister Fudge's pale complexion, Harry was sure that the Minister didn't see this coming. He was sure that with him sent to Azkaban for violating the statute, no one would ever believe him and in turn, no one would believe that you-know-who has returned.

From what Harry had heard from Hermione and the Weasleys, he was sure that sending him to Azkaban was the Minister's aim.

"Yes, you may represent Mr. Potter." One witch identified as Amelia Bones spoke.

Minister Fudge and the pink toad, whatever her name was, sent a glare in Amelia's way.

With everything settled, Harry was read of all his charges, and in every turn, he was denied to explain his reasons for doing so.

"Objection." Mammon floated towards the Minister's face.

"O-objection?!" Minister Fudge sputtered. "We are in the middle of interrogating the accused."

"Without giving him ample time to give his reasons." Mammon scoffed. "Normal court proceedings should start with the Yes-No questions then ask for the accused's reasons." The cloaked baby descended towards Harry. "From what I have observed, you fail to ask the boy for his reasons, even Muggle courts have followed such courtesy to the accused."

Somehow Harry doubted that. He knew of Mammon's actual occupation, they have little to no contact to normal court proceedings let alone doing things legally. With the Wizarding Britain so removed from muggle society, they won't know that his mentor was bluffing. He even doubted that the witches and wizards of Britain were subjects of the Queen no matter how removed from muggle society they were.

"How dare you interrupt court proceedings?" The pink toad exclaimed. "We may have allowed you to represent Mr. Potter but you are still an outsider."

"Mr. Potter, explain your reasons on why you decided to perform the Patronus charm, in front of your cousin, who is already aware of the magical society."

"I did it because of the Dementors!" Harry exclaimed, as loud as he could.

Harry's reason was met with silence, the people that comprised the Wizengamot were in turmoil as to the recent turn of events.

Dementors in Little Whinging?

"You think that Mr. Potter is lying, don't you Minister?" Mammon garnered everyone's attention. "You think that all of this was a well-rehearsed story in an attempt to justify the boy's use of magic in front of his muggle cousin."

"What else could it be?" Minister Fudge smirked.

"Madam Bones, are we allowed for the extraction of the accused's memories?" Mammon faced the witch in question.

"Under normal circumstances no." Madam Bones answered. "The use of Veritaserum is the normal procedure to determine whether the accused is guilty or innocent and the use of the Veritaserum on children is illegal."

"As Mr. Potter is tried as an adult, shouldn't he be given the privilege of testifying to the court under the Veritaserum's effects?"

"No matter the circumstances, using one on Mr. Potter is illegal." Madam Bones insisted.

"As this is a special case, would it be amenable for the entire Wizengamot to extract Mr. Potter's memories to prove whether he's lying or not?"

Harry wanted to smile that at the fact that Mammon was defending him despite the person's utter hatred towards the magical society, but a cynical part of him reasoned that the baby was probably paid to defend him.

"Get the Pensieve." Madam Bones announced.

"No need for the Pensieve Madam Bones, I know of a spell to let everyone see the memory at the same time." Mammon declared before facing the boy. "Mr. Potter, I warn you that my method of memory extraction is painful, it is to ensure that any and all modifications to your memory wouldn't appear in the memory I extracted."

Harry only had time to narrow his eyes in confusion before he was suddenly screaming in pain as he felt that something was constricting his right arm and bit him, he looked at the arm in question, and sure enough, a yellow snake was coiled on his arm with their fangs embedded to his skin.

The next thing Harry knew was that Mammon was holding a wand and the small indigo orb that was attached at the tip of the wand began to expand and covered the entire Wizengamot in an indigo-colored haze.

As soon as the haze cleared, everyone saw the moment where Harry and his cousin were chased by Dementors, even to the fact that his cousin was kissed by the said creature before it was chased away by Harry's Patronus.

It did not escape everyone's attention that Harry cast the Patronus charm away from muggle eyes, under a street tunnel, where no muggle or cars ever passed through.

"I believe that that memory alone proves Potter's innocence." Mammon voiced out as the scene cleared and revealed the Wizengamot chamber.

Harry was flabbergasted at the display of magical prowess, he had been so confused about what was happening, not until Mammon told him after the trial that his mentors were present during the Dementor's attack.

The woman in pink cleared her throat, garnering everyone's attention.

"I'm sorry Mr. Mammon, but you seem to be insinuating that the Ministry would attack a boy such as Potter."

"I believe I did not insinuate that Madam Umbridge," Mammon responded. "Neither Mr. Potter nor I have accused the Ministry of doing such thing, did we Madam Bones."

"I believe not Mammon." Madam Bones shook her head.

"Wherever did you get that idea Madam Umbridge?"

"Only the Ministry has ever implemented the use of Dementors as Azkaban's wardens," Madam Umbridge reasoned. "By saying that a Dementor has attacked Potter and that alone presents an accusation that the Ministry would attack the boy."

"Is that so Madam Umbridge?" Mammon clicked their tongue. "I seem to recall an incident where a wanted criminal has escaped your famed prison and when the Dementor found this particular criminal, these wardens of yours was close to performing a demented kiss on both the criminal and Potter."

"I also recall an incident that Potter was almost kissed at the start of his third year in Hogwarts on the Hogwarts express," Dumbledore offered. "Among a few other students, thankfully the DADA teacher at the time was with the students on his way to the school and was able to ward off the Dementors by performing the Patronus charm."

Harry nodded in agreement, he didn't know when, where and from whom did Mammon get his information but considering where the cloaked baby's loyalties lie, he knew not to question it.

"There is also the incident last year wherein the clearly alive Bartemius Crouch Jr. was unceremoniously kissed by a Dementor as soon the Minister responded to his summons at Hogwarts." Professor Dumbledore added.

"Doesn't that prove that these wardens of yours could go rogue at any time?" Mammon offered.

Madam Umbridge's face was red both in humiliation and rage.

With Mammon's intervention, Harry was acquitted of all charges and the Ministry was even forced to compensate Harry for being tried under the entire Wizengamot, much to the Minister's disdain.

As soon as the trial was done, Mammon informed Harry that his training for the year has ended citing the Vindice as the reason. He was also tasked with giving Alberto a message of paying the baby as soon as he made contact with his other mentor for defending him from the Wizengamot earlier.

Soon enough his fifth year at Hogwarts started and he was displeased to know that a certain Dolores Umbridge would be teaching, in the loosest sense, his favorite subject, Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Harry instantly knew that Umbridge, as soon as she handed him detention for speaking about the Dark Lord's return, was singling him out due to the actions of his mentor early in the year, and the fact that she was drunk on power that she justifies everything she does was legal as she was in the school on the behest of the Minister of Magic.

In a stroke of rebellion, as soon as Umbridge announced that casting of magic in a magic school in this particular subject was prohibited, he formed the Defense Association alongside his best friends Ron and Hermione.

One of the very first to join them was his fellow Triwizard Champion, Cedric Diggory, who was also facing attacks against his character for corroborating Harry's story of the Dark Lord's return.

Harry was forever thankful for the Hufflepuff because he never felt like he was left to flounder in the air.

As a result, Harry had some seventh year, especially seventh-year Hufflepuffs, to help him teach the younger students, and himself, the spells that should have been covered during the year but with the ministry's influence, they were never going to learn them ever.

"Apart from the disarming charm, another spell that would help us tremendously is the disillusionment charm." Cedric stood beside Harry. "I'm sure Professor Flitwick will teach the fifth years this spell as the year progresses but it's never wrong to prepare." He supplied.

As Cedric showed everyone the basic wand movement of the disillusionment charm, Harry made sure to follow through with the older boy's instructions.

"There are two wand movements for this spell, one for targeting others and the other is targeting oneself." Cedric continued his spiel. "What we were just practicing just now was the wand movement for targeting other objects and people."

Everyone from Dumbledore's army mirrored Cedric's actions trying to accustom themselves to the wand movement for the spell.

"Alright, let's learn the incantation for this spell." Cedric clapped and garnered everyone's attention. "It's occulta talpa."

"Occulta Talpa." The people inside the room repeated.

"Good, try saying the incantation a few more times, without your wands."

"Occulta Talpa."

As Harry continued to practice the incantation, with his wand safely kept inside one of his pockets, he couldn't help but notice one Dennis Creevey, unconsciously waving around his wand, practicing the incantation.

Harry was about to approach the younger Creevey when he saw Hermione approach Dennis, likely to reprimand the boy about his wand.

"Dennis, it's not Ta-pa but Talpa."

Harry would admit that he had a hard time hearing what Hermione was saying considering almost everyone was practicing the incantation at the same time and the noise everyone made muffled any and all sounds made in the room, but knowing his best friend, he knew that the Granger was correcting the boy's incantation.

"Occulta Tunica?" Dennis asked, unsure if he had heard the older girl right.

Suddenly, as soon as Dennis finished asking his question while unconsciously drawing a circle with his wand, a blue orb shot out from his wand and hit Cedric, who was busy tending to his older brother, making Cedric's shirt vanish, exposing his torso.

"Wha-"

"Okay, that happened." Cedric chuckled.

Everyone fell silent, attempting to process what just happened.

As the students tried to process the recent turn of events, some of them tried to hide their blush from suddenly seeing Cedric's bare torso.

"I guess I should have insisted for everyone to keep their wands, sorry about that."

"Hey, Pretty Boy Diggory!" Fred called out.

"Do you feel cold?" George questioned.

"Come to think of it, no." Cedric shook his head. "I think I can still feel my robes on me, it's just that they've turned invisible." He assessed.

"Neat don't you reckon Forge?"

"I'd say so Gred."

"It's not every day,"

"That a second year invents a spell."

The Weasley twins chuckled as Dennis himself blushed as he was finally able to process what happened.

"Don't you dare use that spell as a prank!" Hermione warned the twins.

The Weasley twins merely raised their hands in mock surrender.

The younger Creevey on the other hand immediately approached Cedric and apologized profusely to the older Hufflepuff.

"I'm so sorry."

"It's alright Dennis." Cedric ruffled the young boy's hair. "Everyone makes mistakes from time to time. I'm just happy it was not as drastic as having a buffalo's horn on my chest, or yours for that matter."

"I thought Professor Flitwick told us that to caution us into saying our spells properly." Hermione gasped. "A fictional story of caution."

"Yes, that was to caution us into saying our spells properly." Cedric nodded. "Why does that mean that it wasn't true?"

"I guess we'd call it a night, don't we mate?" Ron suggested. "We don't want Perfect Boy Diggory to be caught outside the dorms without clothes, don't we?"

"Right you are ickle Ronniekins." George grinned

"Didn't know you had a working brain in that head of yours." Fred followed up.

"Why don't you give Perfect Boy Diggory-"

"-Your robes ickle Ronniekins."

"We promise to get you to the Gryffindor Dorms."

"In one piece."

The Weasley twins grinned at each other as Ron paled at the implications.

Harry knew that Ron's siblings were up to something when they suggested for Cedric to wear his best friend's clothes. He already knew that the twins were already in the process of mass-producing and inventing new products for their soon-to-open joke shop.

Harry was sure that the twins were looking forward to testing some of them on their sibling.

"No need." Cedric smiled at everyone. "This is a perfect situation to demonstrate the disillusionment charm's uses.

"Occulta Talpa"

Cedric drew a circle above himself with his wand before ending it with the wand's tip pointing at his person.

The desired effect of the spell happened, Cedric Diggory faded from their very eyes, invisible to everyone.

"Finite"

As soon as Cedric uttered another incantation, he was immediately visible to everyone in the room with his torso completely covered by his shirt.

"As you can see, you're very much undetectable when you're under the effects of disillusionment charm." Cedric lectured. "Placing the charm on cloaks and you get an invisibility cloak."

"In time, the charm loses the effects." Ron voiced out.

"Weasley's right, the disillusionment charm has a certain time limit, if you want to continue its effects, you need to cast the charm constantly."

The lectures continued as Cedric's shirt was now visible to everyone while Hermione was making sure that Dennis, and the others, kept their wands inside their robes. A few moments later the students practiced the charm on the cloaks that the room they were in provided, and eventually on each other and themselves.

"I think it's imperative that we all cast the disillusionment charm when we come here." Ron voiced out. "That way, Umbridge and her cronies wouldn't be able to catch us."

"That's brilliant Ronald!" Hermione praised. "You are brilliant!"

Over the course of the month, the Defense Association has continued learning different spells, charms, curses, and counter curses during their time in the Room of Requirement.

Things they should be learning in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

As with any other group rebelling against a person of power, their luck ran out. Someone ratted out the group which brought this situation.

As with Ron's suggestion, as soon as everyone had at least a small grasp about the disillusionment charms, everyone went to the Room of Requirement under the effects of the said charm.

For the students who have yet to successfully cast the spell, they went with the people who knew how to cast them, fortunately, every year level from each house had at least nine students who were quite adept with the spell, as such they were able to continue Defense of the Dark Arts lessons undiscovered.

When Dobby the house-elf appeared in front of Harry, with a fearful look on his face.

"Umbridge?" Harry questioned the house-elf he had been acquainted with. "Is she coming?"

Although from what Harry could see from the house-elf's facial expression, he already knew the answer.

"Yes! Harry Potter yes!" Dobby exclaimed as he beat his bare feet on the floor.

Harry immediately faced his schoolmates, who were motionless and terrified at the revelation.

"What are you waiting for?!" Harry bellowed out. "Run!"

"No!" Cedric was quick to compose himself. "No one panic!"

"D-Diggory! Umbridge is coming!" Ron argued.

"Panicking could escalate the situation to uncontrollable levels." Cedric reasoned. "We would all be caught as we run for safety."

"What do you propose we do?" Hermione challenged.

"First off, Dobby, stop punishing yourself and go back to the kitchens with the other elves," Harry ordered, "If someone asks if you warned me, lie and say no and I forbid you to hurt yourself."

The house-elf complied and disapparated from the room.

"Everyone, use the disillusionment charms," Cedric stated his own instructions. "You all need to find a corner before using the charm on yourselves." He continued as he gestured towards the four corners of the room. "As for Harry and I…" He trailed off.

"What will you do?" Cho asked, worried for her ex-boyfriend.

"I want you to follow my lead, Harry."

"Well?" Harry, Cedric, and everyone else heard Umbridge's shrill voice from outside the room. "Where were you supposed to meet?"

Harry and Cedric stared at the wall where the voices came from with narrowed eyes.

"I-in there." A stuttering voice answered.

Harry closed his eyes and placed his hand at the wall, from where he was hearing the voices of both Umbridge and the traitor student, and concentrated. He utilized his lightning flames on the wall and hardened them.

"Bombarda."

Umbridge can be heard casting a blasting spell on something, which shook the castle.

"Augh?!"

"That should buy us a few minutes at best." Harry shared. "I think everyone should leave the room."

"Okay," Cedric nodded. "Everyone, don't dispel the disillusionment charms, only dispel them once all of you are at the stairway." He instructed.

"What about you two?"

"As much as it pains me to say this, Harry and I need to stay so that the traitor won't be sent to Azkaban for relaying false information, you know how despicable our current minister is."

"What?!" Hermione and Ron growled. "Why would you want to save the traitor?!" Ron sneered. "You're supposed to be angry at them!"

"Oh I am," Cedric growled with his eyes narrowed. "If there's one thing I hate the most and those are traitors."

"Then why?"

"Bombarda Maxima."

Everyone was silent, staring at the wall as if it were to break any time.

"To answer your question, the three of you know how the prisoners of Azkaban are treated," Cedric reasoned. "Would you really, knowingly, sentence one of your fellow students to Azkaban despite their actions today?"

"But."

"The three of you know what he was like when he met you."

"H-how." Harry stared at Cedric.

"Padfoot and I talked," Cedric admitted. "There were times that the both of us were alone in a room."

"I…" Hermione trailed off. "I suppose you're right." She sighed. "I hope the charm I cast on the list would be enough punishment for them." She muttered.

"Bombarda Maxima."

Another blast shook the room as the wall that Harry had placed his hand on earlier began to show signs of cracks, it wouldn't hold out much longer.

"All of you should really head back." Harry urged.

"Be careful all of you."

"Incarcerous."

A piece of rope appeared at the tip of Cedric's wand and bound Harry's torso.

"Follow my lead and struggle a little." Cedric whispered.

As soon as the Diggory was able to relay his instruction, he exhaled loudly and put on a show.

"Potter what were you thinking! Why would you still insist of visiting this place?!"

"Bombarda Maxima."

An explosion shattered the wall that Harry had hardened earlier and some chunks of the wall were flung in every direction.

"Well, well, well what do we have here?" Umbridge's sweet voice exclaimed.

"Potter, Diggory I expect that you both know what we're here?"

"Yes," Cedric replied. "I followed Potter here knowing what he came for here."

"I just wanted to see them." Harry exclaimed.

"Who might you want to see Mr. Potter?" Umbridge questioned with the same shrill in her voice.

"I wanted to see my parents." Harry replied glared at both Ministry workers.

"Wha- Boy your parents are dead!" Minister Fudge face went red at the exclamation. "I see where this is going, since people were smart enough not to believe about you-know-who returning, you resorted to lying about your parents."

"Actually he's not lying Minister," Cedric interjected. "There's a magical object in the school that allows for such a feat to happen."

"Galloping gargoyles! A dark artifact in the school!" Minister Fudge exclaimed. "And you said Potter's been using said artifact daily?"

"What's it to you?!" Potter growled.

Uncomfortable at the boy's answer and glare, Fudge opted to move the discussion to the headmaster's office.

As soon as they arrived, Umbridge and Fudge questioned both Harry and Cedric on what they were in the office for.

"I believe I answered the question earlier Professor Umbridge." Cedric offered with a smile. "I was there to stop Potter from using a magical object to see his parents."

"Ah the Mirror of Erised, an artifact of this school since before I attended Hogwarts." Dumbledore hummed. "I believe I had warned Mr. Potter from using the artifact during his first year, many witches and wizards had gone crazy over the artifact." He nodded.

"So it is a dark artifact." Minister Fudge exclaimed.

"Hardly Minister." Dumbledore shook his head. "The mirror of Erised simply shows the user what they desire the most, for example, what I see in the mirror are a pair of wooly warm socks."

"I've seen the mirror myself and what appeared was the Hufflepuffs getting the respect we deserve." Cedric offered.

"Diggory my boy, you embody the loyalty and acceptance that Helga Hufflepuff expects on the members of her house." Dumbledore praised.

Umbridge cleared her throat in that annoying fashion and immediately garnered everyone's attention.

"Regardless of the Dark Artifact, We are here to question Potter whether he was in direct violation of existing Ministry Decrees, do you know Mr. Potter?" Professor Umbridge smiled at him.

Harry's eyes went to Dumbledore before he answered.

"Ye-No."

"I beg your pardon?" Minister Fudge sputtered.

"No." Harry firmly stated.

"You do not know why you are here?"

"Apart from the mirror, No I don't."

Minister Fudge glanced at Potter, Diggory, and Umbridge a few times. He questioned the Potter a few more times before visibly sagging.

"If I may Minister," Umbridge silkily voiced out. "We might get better results if our informant is here."

"Yes, yes!" Minister Fudge straightened his body. "Please do, there's nothing like a good witness is there, Dumbledore?"

"Nothing at all Cornelius." Dumbledore nodded as Umbridge beckoned for a person hidden in robes to step forward.

"Don't mind the marks dear." Umbridge urged the robed person.

The robed person nodded and removed the hood from her head before gasping in shock and immediately reapplied the hood on her person, but not before everyone saw the marks on her face that spelled 'Sneak', and identified as Cho's friend: Marietta Edgecombe.

Despite the Minister's and Umbridge's urgings, Marietta remained tight-lipped which forced Umbridge to relay what the Edgecombe girl told her.

"I admit to attending such gathering Professor Umbridge." Cedric voiced out, earning a wide-eyed glance from Harry. "However, I believe there were no ministry decrees that prohibited such meeting in the first place, at least at that time."

"You are right, Diggory, my boy," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "You can't very well consider Mr. Potter's actions as illegal."

"However the decree has existed for weeks wouldn't you agree that continuing the meeting would be considered illegal, Dumbledore." Umbridge sweetly challenged.

"Do you have evidence that such meetings continued even after the decree was established?" Dumbledore politely questioned. "Even Mr. Diggory's testimony belie you're your assumptions, Dolores."

"Evidence? Why do you think Ms. Edgecombe is here Dumbledore?"

"Can she tell us weeks' worth of meetings then?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "I was under the impression that she was merely reporting a meeting tonight."

Umbridge began to coax an answer out of Edgecombe but the girl denied everything, apart from the first meeting.

In frustration to the recent turn of events, Umbridge began to manhandle Edgecombe but Dumbledore's glint and the present aurors' level-headedness stopped the recent DADA Professor from hurting the girl more.

Umbridge proved to be more thorough as she retrieved a piece of evidence from her person, a list of students who were present at the meeting at Hog's Head. Imagine the horror and surprise of the minister as soon as it was revealed that the list of names was titled 'Dumbledore's Army.

Due to that revelation, Hogwarts's Headmaster was forced out of the school and escape capture on the grounds of rebellion.

While in the middle of Umbridge's detention, just before Umbridge was able to complete the incantation for the Cruciatus curse on Harry after catching them red-handed snooping around her office, Hermione was able to convince the newly-minted Headmistress from uttering the last syllable of the curse, on the pretense that Dumbledore prepared a weapon against the Ministry.

Or so what the others had told Cedric after catching them casting a few stunners on the members of the inquisitorial squad.

"You know Harry." Cedric offered. "He has this hero-complex and just has to save everyone and won't be told otherwise."

"That's what Hermione thought too." Ron agreed.

"In any case, I'm guessing you'd be accompanying Harry at the Department of Mysteries then?" Cedric questioned.

"He can't stop us!" Ginny responded haughtily.

"Good because I'm coming as well." Cedric smiled

The Diggory conjured a few pieces of ropes from his wand and immediately restrained the stunned members of the inquisitorial squad.

Moments later, the group of five intercepted both Hermione and Harry as they ran back to the castle. They then relayed what happened between Umbridge, the Centaurs, and Grawp.

"I didn't know Hagrid had a younger sibling." Cedric voiced out.

Harry didn't really want to bring anyone else to the Ministry of Magic to save his godfather however Neville, Ginny, Luna, and Cedric were insistent on coming up until Harry pointed out that he had no way of bringing a large number to the ministry all by himself.

"We could ride on top of the thestrals." Luna suggested.

"I'll do you one better, let's use Floo in Umbridge's office," Cedric grinned. "We'll be there instantly."

Harry's fifth year ended with him grieving the loss of his godfather and revelations of the prophecy that was apparently about him.

The summer into his sixth year, Harry had a curious dream that felt all too real. It showed some things that happened right after Sirius's death. Everything right after Voldemort's defeat.

Apparently, he was involved in a mafia war sometime in the future when he was inducted into the Vongola Famiglia and assisted the assassination squad his mentor was a part of during this war.

This also gave him some insights into the upcoming war. He remembered the supposed fictional stories his future self told two kids he somehow knew as Lambo and Ipin soon after meeting the kids in question.

More importantly, he remembered the bits of information he told another baby, Reborn, on how he was affiliated with the Vongola, how Mammon mentored him and taught him to use flames.

Harry also doesn't know how to feel with the knowledge that his aunt, uncle, and cousin, not to mention Aunt Marge were among the very first casualties in the war against someone named Byakuran. It was probably Alberto's connection to them that caused their deaths.

Speaking of his favorite mentor, he felt very sad upon learning of Alberto's demise. He did feel a lot better once he realized that it happened in the future, in the years to come.

He still has a chance to change that considering that Reborn and his students didn't use time turners to travel through time, unlike what he and Hermione did.

It was time for training with his mentors when Harry found himself face to face with both of his mentors adopting a very somber expression.

Two days had just passed since he received those weird memories or dreams.

"I see you're addled with a prophecy." Mammon broke the silence.

"I take it that the dream was real?" Harry asked.

"As real as it can get." Alberto nodded.

"We need to up your training considerably."

And the training was upgraded significantly, not only was Harry trying to dodge bullet fire from illusory assailants, he was also dodging spellfire from illusory wizards and witches, but instead of firing green beams of death, it just fired off indigo beams.

On top of upping his reaction time, Mammon also added environmental awareness to the mix.

Alberto told Harry everything he knew, from utilizing rocks as a means of distraction to using sand to blind one's enemies.

The brief lesson with Alberto was immediately put to the test with Mammon, who was relentless in training Harry up to at least the lowest Varia grunt standards.

Alberto on the other hand, apart from teaching Harry environmental awareness and environmental utilization, taught the boy about information gathering and stealth.

By the end of the training for the month, Harry was able to blend himself into his surroundings and able to gather some information but he still has trouble identifying what information was relevant to his tasks.

"We need to finish the training early," Mammon floated towards their student. "The arcobalenos need to get in touch with each other and gather any useful information we may need. Unfortunately, the whole time the boss candidate was in the future, most of us were busy reforming ourselves from within our pacifiers."

"At the cost of Uni's life." Harry muttered under his breath.

"Think nothing of it," Alberto squeezed Harry's shoulders.

Harry discovered for himself, while he was training for information gathering, that he fancied riding the trains of muggle London and that was what he did after Alberto and Mammon departed from England to complete their respective goals from within the mafia.

While it was a bit reckless, considering how Voldemort wanted to kill him badly, he still went on trips using the train and ate at a diner at the train station.

One might be curious why Harry eats at a diner but when you know Harry Potter, you'll know why he likes to eat outside.

Dumbledore commissioned his presence and they recruited a former teacher to teach at Hogwarts. The Headmaster was not shy in explaining to Harry why his presence was needed, and frankly, he can understand the reason.

Once the recruitment process was done, he was unceremonious apparated near the Weasley's burrow where he remained for the rest of the summer.

During his sixth year in Hogwarts, Harry was preoccupied. He was preoccupied with the memories he received as a dream that detailed the war that happened after Voldemort. The war that will happen years after Hogwarts.

While he was thankful for the information his future-self's memories gave him regarding the second Wizarding war, it was incomplete. He has a very vague idea on what kinds of things he would be searching but what specifically those were, he had no clue.

"Something the matter mate?" Ron questioned his best friend.

"No, nothing," Harry shook his head. "Just thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

"Voldemort and this whole war."

"We can think about Voldemort later, we're going to be late in Professor Slughorn's class." Hermione gasped as she dragged both boys with her.

Professor Slughorn, the Professor, Harry, and Dumbledore visited one summer evening to convince that he go teach back at Hogwarts.

As soon as the academic year started, Headmaster Dumbledore began giving Harry private lessons and during one of those lessons, the headmaster explained to him the reason why Professor Slughorn had to come back to the school, and how he was tasked in acquiring very vital information.

It took Harry a few more tries before he resorted to using the Felix Felices, liquid luck, to finally gain the information he and Dumbledore needed to confirm how many Horcruxes the Dark Lord made which, if Harry was being honest, he already knew beforehand.

One of the things he remembered in the set of memories that were given to him in a dream were the things that Voldemort placed his soul fragment unto A notebook, a ring, a locket, a cup, a diadem, and a snake.

"If I tell you to leave me and save yourself, you will do as I tell you?" Dumbledore questioned, testing the boy's resolve.

"I…"

"Harry?"

"Very good," Dumbledore nodded. "Go fetch your cloak and meet me at the entrance hall in five minutes' time."

The next thing Harry knew was that he was in a cave with the Headmaster, trying to locate one of the six Horcruxes that Voldemort made.

He quietly cursed his future self for not saying anything specific about this Horcruxes in the conversation with Reborn, the baby questioning him of how he came to be related to the Vongola in the future.

As soon as every obstacle was passed, every trap neutralized, Harry and Dumbledore made their way on the island inside the very dark cave using a wooden boat that was conveniently placed right at the edge of the lake.

"You remember, the condition on which I brought you here with me?"

Harry was very reluctant to follow Dumbledore now, even if he did give his word to the wizened wizard to follow every order.

"B-but sir-"

"You swore did you not, to follow any command I gave you?"

Harry gulped.

"Yes, but-"

"I warned you, did I not? That there might be danger?"

"Yes… but-"

"Well then," Dumbledore raised an empty goblet from his sleeves. "You have my orders."

"Why can't I drink the potion instead?" Harry decided to question the headmaster.

"Because I am much older, much cleverer, and much less valuable," Dumbledore answered. "Once and for all, do I have your word, Harry? Do I have your word that you will do all in your power to make me keep drinking?"

Harry wanted to protest but Dumbledore wasn't listening and kept cutting him off from his reservations towards the actions the old man was making him do. In the end, he relented and gave his word.

Harry first watched the wizened wizard dip the crystal goblet Dumbledore produced into the potion and drank it. He watched this process repeated two more times before he was forced to force-feed the potion unto the old wizard.

Harry repeated empty words of assurance, in an attempt to make the old wizard, and by proxy himself, feel better.

Once the pedestal was emptied of the potion, Harry tried to relieve Dumbledore of the negative effects the potion put the old headmaster in but to no avail, the goblet simply drained all the water from the water making spell before it reached his companion.

Harry tried more times to relieve the old professor of the ailments when a slimy white hand grabbed his arms and dragged him towards the lake.

"Sectumsempura! Petrificus Totalus! Impedimenta! Incarcerous!"

Harry defended himself against these slimy white creatures by liberally casting charm after charm, curse after curse on the slimy creatures, the inferi he realized. He even tried to climb back up where Dumbledore laid, hopelessly trying to relieve the ailments from the potion had on the professor.

Soon after, Harry was overwhelmed and was carried to the lake's waters were more of the slimy creatures submerged him and dragged him towards the bottom of the lake.

Why can't his lightning flames electrocute these creatures? He can always turn the inferi to stone, but he was still having a hard time summoning his sky flames, despite its latent nature.

When Harry was ready to succumb to the hopelessness of the situation, wisps of flames began attacking the inferi, burning them to cinders despite being underwater. He immediately swam back to the surface and there he saw Dumbledore, now on his feet, controlling the flames with ease, even in his weakened state.

The pair were able to escape the inferi-infested cave as the inferi had a sense of self-preservation to escape the fire.

Under his invisibility cloak, Harry unwillingly watched as Malfoy try and attempt to kill the weakened headmaster, as per Voldemort's orders.

As Harry watched the student and headmaster talk about Malfoy's orders, about how he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, he struggled quietly to undo the effects of the freezing charm someone apparently placed upon him.

As soon as he was able to move, Harry retrieved his wand but he was immediately stopped by the timely appearance of Professor Snape, who simply gestured for him to be silent.

"You're going to kill him aren't you?" Harry questioned. "There has to be another way to save him."

Harry remembered the supposed fictional story he told Lambo and Ipin about how a lion urged the snake to kill him. With Dumbledore's pleas to Malfoy not to go through with Voldemort's orders, there could only one person associated with the snake, and that was Professor Snape.

Apart from actions and conversations, the memory of his future self also told him his future self's thoughts and mindset during those times, including why he told Lambo and Ipin his story at Hogwarts.

Professor Snape's face was stoic, there was no outward reaction to Potter's question.

"The Dark Lord is ruthless." Professor Snape shook his head.

As soon as Professor Snape left Harry, few more Death Eaters appeared and walked towards Draco, egging the young Malfoy to cast the killing curse on the weakened headmaster.

"No."

"Severus Please."

"Avada Kedavra"

Harry gulped as he watched the light of the killing curse erupt from Professor Snape's wand and hit Albus Dumbledore's chest, throwing him off of the Astronomy tower, dead.

The Death Eaters, alongside Draco and Snape, were quick to make their escape, with Professor Snape dragging a very shell-shocked Draco along by the cuff of his dress robe.

Harry gave chase to the fleeing Death Eaters, casting curse after curse at the fleeing group but in the end, Professor Snape proved to be a powerful wizard on his own, able to flawlessly block every spell he cast.

"Using the spells I invented against me, Potter?" Professor Snape sneered. "Yes, I am the half-blood prince."

Harry's sixth year ended with him losing another person he cared about a lot, Headmaster Dumbledore. Even with the benefit of knowing the events to come, he wasn't able to save Dumbledore's life.

Harry failed to stop Professor Snape from fulfilling the late headmaster's wishes.

Harry simply shook his head as he exited the 9 3/4 platform to enter King's Cross station and waited for his uncle to pick him up from the station.

Imagine Harry's surprise when he saw Alberto and Mammon arrive at the station.

"Get in the car, we're planning for the war." Mammon ordered.

Harry complied.

Alberto dropped Mammon and Harry off at Privet Drive before he went somewhere else.

Harry was surprised that a lot of people were already inside. He can immediately identify the other arcobaleno present, from his mentor to being reintroduced to Reborn.

"Potter." Reborn greeted.

"Reborn."

"A war."

"Yes, Volde-"

"I'm going to stop you there," Reborn cut Harry off. "Your future-self told me that mentioning the Dark Lord gives away our position." The baby with the yellow pacifier then turned to his mentor. "I thought you trained your student well Mammon?"

"Shut up Reborn, unlike you I'm not a Spartan trainer," Mammon scoffed.

"Reborn." A kid with brown hair groaned.

"Apparently you still need training Dame-Tsuna." Reborn clicked his tongue as he admonished his student in Japanese.

"Where are my uncle and his family?"

"They're at a hotel somewhere and will return here once we're done laying the plans for the evacuation of the Dursleys." Mammon answered.

"If I told you about Riddle, that's his real name, then I also told you of the policies enacted during his reign in Wizarding Britain."

"We will accept." The kid with brown hair declared in English.

"Dame-Tsuna don't go making decisions without hearing them out." Reborn admonished his student as he hit him…

With a green paper fan?

Suddenly the green paper fan transformed into a green lizard…

That happened…

Transfiguration?

Harry decided to pin what he just witnessed at a later date.

"We have a lot of contacts in Wizarding Britain that we can confirm where their loyalties lie," Mammon intoned. "It does help that a majority of them are muggleborns, as this country likes to call the magical born to the magicless, they will be protected by Varia grunts under my command."

"The tenth family will ensure the smooth sailing of the mission as well as grab the muggleborns that are to be arrested." Reborn supplied.

"We have already checked the muggleborn and their families you have provided us in the future," Mammon stated. "They are merely waiting for their children to return from the school before they will be evacuated somewhere where Riddle couldn't reach."

"Oi Dame-Tsuna." Reborn switched to Japanese once more. "Call your guardians and plan the mission with them."

"Hieee!" Tsuna screamed before fishing out his phone and called.

"To help you understand the language, a few wizards in the Famiglia gave me a translating spell that you can use." Mammon gave Harry a piece of parchment.

"Apparently it works both ways, for you to understand what we're saying, and for us to understand what you're saying." Reborn sipped on his espresso.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix came, they were telling the Dursleys that they were to be evacuated from their home. That was when Mammon appeared out of thin air and told the wizards off.

"I'm sorry gentlemen but the Dursleys go with me," Mammon floated in front of Vernon Dursley. "They will be protected in Italia where your so-called Dark Lord can't reach them."

The two wizards looked at each other.

"It's okay." Harry diffused the tension. "They're with me." He gestured towards his mentor.

"Are you sure this is wise Potter?"

"They're Family."

"Very well, Mammon."

The wizards Disapparated out of the Dursleys' house.

"Do not dilly dally Vernon," Alberto barked as soon as he got inside. "We have a plane to catch."

With Harry's future knowledge, he was able to locate all of the six Horcruxes without so much trouble. He, Ron, and Hermione got in a bit of a disagreement because he won't tell them how he came across such information.

It'd be hard to tell them, especially Hermione, who wouldn't believe about another way to time travel.

In the end, they were still able to collect Voldemort's Horcruxes and destroyed them on Hogwarts grounds.

As soon as they arrived on Hogwarts grounds, before they destroyed all of the Horcruxes Harry, Hermione and Ron had on hand, he channeled his lightning flames and infused the castle's structure with it.

Imbuing the whole castle took a lot out of Harry, he was winded by the time he was done.

"You alright mate?"

"What did you do Harry?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about it." Harry dismissed Ron's and Hermione's concerns.

"But…"

"Go!"

Imagine the Death Eaters' reaction when they realized the castle's walls weren't crumbling at all even when they were hit by their most powerful spells, even the killing curse proved to be useless against the walls.

"Fred!" Percy managed to yell as soon as he noticed that the wall beside his brother was hit by a spell.

"Wha-" Fred was cutoff mid praise by his brother's scream.

"Reducto!" Ron immediately yelled and hit the death eater responsible right at the chest.

When Harry learned of his status as one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, the way Professor Snape worded the events that should happen, he was reminded of Uni's fate.

Harry audibly gulped before he headed to the forest where Voldemort was to meet him. He did wonder why his future self didn't mention the fact that he had to die to win the war.

Something must have happened to his future-self that prevented his death but still win the war against the Dark Lord.

Still, it wasn't a difficult decision to make.

Without everyone's notice, Harry went to the forbidden forest where he would meet his end, to give everyone a fighting chance against Voldemort.

"Like falling asleep." Sirius answered his question.

"Will you be there with me?" Harry asked the souls of his loved ones.

"Always." Harry's mother answered.

With one last breath, Harry resolved himself to confront Voldemort and let the Dark Lord cast the killing curse on him, maybe he could even emulate his mother's example and use his sacrifice to protect everyone he cared about.

To protect Hogwarts.

To protect Vongola.

Harry was surprised that he took to surviving the killing curse for the umpteenth time this fast, from his conversation with Dumbledore, it turned out that the blood that Pettigrew took from him actually tethered him to life.

In some twisted way, Voldemort became his Horcrux, minus the killings.

Harry shook his head as he faced Voldemort one final time.

Harry and Voldemort were right in the middle of the Great Hall when they faced off against each other.

Utilizing the training he got with Mammon and Alberto, Harry didn't engage Voldemort directly. He retrieved one pebble he had already infused with his lightning flames beforehand and threw it in the air.

"Engorgio"

The pebble grew in size that it managed to hide Harry's form from the Dark Lord. The pebble shielded Harry from the killing curse Voldemort cast.

Voldemort tried using the killing curse multiple times but the pebble wasn't even scratched and this annoyed the Dark Lord to no end.

"Coward Potter?" Voldemort taunted.

"Coward? Never." Harry retorted as he got out of hiding and pointed his wand at the enemy.

"Aqua Eructo."

High levels of water pressure pushed the Dark Lord back a few paces, the Dark Lord was able to regain his footing and defend himself from the water expelling charm Potter cast. He was, however, soaked from head to foot and was now standing on a puddle as a result.

"Glacius."

Cold wind began to be expelled from Harry's wand. It froze the water puddle and Voldemort in his place while frost began to form on the Dark Lord's cloak and skin.

"Clever Potter," Voldemort praised. "Clearly Dumbledore managed to teach you before he passed, but not clever enough."

Voldemort drew a circle above his head with his wand and conjured flames that encircled him, melting frost and ice off of him.

"Saggita"

Harry flicked his wand in Voldemort's direction a number of times and sent an equal amount of arrows flying towards the Dark Lord.

With a simple flick of the wand, Voldemort was able to defend himself from the conjured arrows, none of them made were even able to graze him.

"Arrows, Potter? I suppose you were raised by those detestable muggles."

Voldemort soon went on the offensive as soon as the last of Harry's conjured arrows were destroyed. He sent a number of curses in the Potter's direction.

As soon as Harry realized that his opponent was on the offensive, he immediately cast a shield charm before hiding behind the enlarged pebble he set up earlier.

"Where's that Gryffindor courage Potter?" Voldemort questioned as a bluish beam was expelled from his wand. "Are you just going to hide like the Hufflepuff with you back at the graveyard?"

"Excuse you!" Harry flared. "Cedric wasn't a coward, I chose to hide him so that Wormtail won't kill him."

"Reducto"

Harry sent a reductor curse towards his opponent as soon as he finished defending his friend.

"If Hufflepuffs were cowards, we wouldn't be fighting today!" Cedric called out as slabs of stones rained down on the Dark Lord.

Voldemort drew an arc facing the falling stones, disintegrating them into dust particles.

"You insult Hufflepuffs," Harry called out.

"Saggita"

Harry summoned arrows once more and sent them flying towards his opponent.

"But they're the one thing you aren't!" Harry continued his spiel once he finished incantation for his attack. "They're humble and loyal."

Voldemort ignored Harry's words as he opted to cast more spells towards his enemy, to which Harry was able to defend against or evade altogether.

The exchange of spells between the Dark Lord and the boy who lived continued for a few moments until Voldemort declared.

"I tire of this Potter."

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Two beams of light were expelled from both combatants' wands: one green and one red. They met at the center and tried to overpower the other. It didn't take long for the fighting around Harry and Voldemort to cease as they watch history unfold their very eyes.

Cedric's eyes were on Voldemort and Harry all the while casting levitation charms on small glasses, to which he positioned it around both battling wizards. As soon as he was finished, he enlarged them, preparing himself if things would go wrong.

If there was one thing Cedric was able to take away from his time as a Triwizard Champion and battling at the Department of Mysteries, both events were him and Harry up against Voldemort and his band of Death Eaters, it was to be prepared for every outcome.

The killing curse might nullify shield charms, but it can't pass through tangible objects.

If for one moment Harry's disarming charm would be overpowered, he can immediately dispel the levitation charm and let the glasses and intercept the killing curse.

It didn't long for the beam of the disarming charm to overpower the killing curse. As soon as the dark lord was disarmed, through the charm, for a brief moment Voldemort's body was coated with the light of the killing curse before he fell to the ground, lifeless.

Everyone can agree that the way the Dark Lord fell was anticlimactic. Voldemort was someone who instilled fear into the hearts of many and his anticlimactic death was evidence enough that he was merely human.

As with the nature of war, there were many casualties during the Battle of Hogwarts. However, the casualties would have been greater had Harry not used his flames on the castle itself to harden its properties.

Harry knew that if that had not been the case, Fred would have died when he praised his older brother.

Everyone was recuperating from the war, mourning for their losses when black mist appeared suddenly, and with the mist came three men covered in bandages under cloaks.

"Harry Potter, for violating the mafia laws, you are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment."

"What?!" Hermione exclaimed. "What do you mean violating mafia laws, we're wizards and mafiosos!"

"Hermione, calm down," Harry tried to appease his friend. "I knew it was a matter of time."

"But Harry, yo-you're not part of the mafia, are you?" Hermione questioned.

Harry looked away, unable to answer his friend's question.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Molly growled. "Who are you?!"

"We are the wardens of the Vendicare Penitentiary, we are here for Harry Potter for his violations of the mafia law, one of which is revealing to the populace the powers held secret within the world.

"Harry Potter won't be coming with you." Someone spoke in Japanese as a number of people arrived from the bridge.

"Vongola Famiglia." One of the Vindice wardens acknowledged.

"Are you going to negotiate for Harry Potter's release Vongola Tenth Boss candidate?" The Vindice wardens questioned, speaking in the same language as the speaker from before.

"Harry Potter cannot be incriminated from the crimes in which you have committed."

From the mist, a brunette with orange eyes looked at the wardens directly.

"What crimes did we commit that we are supposed to pass unto Harry Potter."

"The reveal of the mafia society and the world's secretive abilities to the people around us was your doing," The brunette stepped forward until he was beside Harry. "The castle walls are indeed coated with lightning flames, however, it isn't noticeable by the non-mafia people who dwell in this place."

"Very well, you've made your case quite clear Vongola Tenth Boss candidate, Tsunayoshi Sawada." Black mist began to surround the three wardens. "However, let this be your warning Harry Potter, revealing the mafia world's secrets will only be met with one punishment." The wardens switched to English.

"I understand." Harry nodded.

"They were surprisingly lenient," Mammon commented. "I suppose we won't look a gift horse in the mouth."

"Good work Dame-Tsuna, I guess I'll make a good boss out of you yet." Reborn smirked.

"Hiiieee! What was I thinking?!" The brunette named Tsuna screamed in terror. "I willfully crossed paths with the Vindice!

"As expected of the tenth!" A silver-haired boy looked starry-eyed at Tsuna.

"Thank you for that Tsuna," Harry smiled at Tsuna. "I owe you one."

"Remember the Vindice's warning Harry."

"I will Reborn."

"Dame-Tsuna stop screaming we're leaving." Reborn kicked his student's back.

"Hiiieee!"

"We'll reconvene at Privet Drive." Mammon gave the final world before all four of them disappeared from view.

Everyone looked at Harry with wide eyes and mouth, taking too long to process what just happened.

"Mafia?!" One muggleborn screamed.

"Harry tell us, what did those wardens mean?" Hermione looked concerned for her friend. "Tell us what you are allowed to tell us."

"To make a very long story short, I acquired some abilities that are apparently unique to their world, after the events of the Chamber of Secrets," Harry slumped to the wall behind him. "Frankly, I don't know why they took this long to come to get me, I actually expected them to get me after the Triwizard Tournament."

"You used your abilities when we first faced Voldemort in that cemetery." Cedric pointed out. "Why?"

"I can't let you die Ced."

"You risked a lot when you saved me." Cedric concluded.

"And I was ready for the consequences, it could also mean that Voldemort won't be able to touch me there." Harry admitted.

"Although, knowing what I know now, it wouldn't kill Voldemort for good." Harry whispered to himself

"You're good bloke Potter." Cedric ruffled Harry's hair.

Percy, unexpectedly, rushed towards Harry and hugged the boy as tight as he could.

"Percy's gone loony." Ron commented.

"Ronald!" Hermione admonished

"Thank you, thank you," Percy expressed his gratitude. "If it hadn't been for you, Fred would've died."

"Oi! What are you talking about?" George called out.

"If Harry didn't use his ability on the castle, the spell that hit the wall near Fred…" Charlie Weasley hummed.

"It would've collapsed on Fred." Bill shared his realization.

George's immediate response was to hold onto his twin tight as Molly immediately engulfed her twin sons in a tight hug.

"Oi mum."

"Let your mother have this boys." Arthur shook his head.

"So you're really keeping the Elder Wand?" Ron questioned.

"I'm storing it someplace that no one knows, no one from the Wizarding World would know."

"Wouldn't putting it back inside Professor Dumbledore's grave work?" Hermione asked.

"Hermione's right," Arthur nodded. "It was one of his prized possessions after all."

"We can't risk the elder wand falling into the wrong hands," Harry shook his head. "It was already stolen when it was inside Dumbledore's grave once.

"Wouldn't that be called hiding in plain sight?" Bill offered.

"While that would work for a few short time but some people would be willing to risk robbing Dumbledore's grave once more on the off chance that we were indeed loony to store it back to the place where it was once stolen," Ron offered his advice. "Harry's plan to store it somewhere where no one from the wizarding world knows is good."

"I see your point." Bill nodded.

"You've grown Ron." Percy praised.

"It's Brilliant." Hermione grinned. "He's brilliant."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione shared a knowing smile.

The days preceding the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry was busy.

Harry's first order of business, before even taking the time to recuperate was to ask Reborn or Mammon of a secure place to hide the Elder Wand. Muggles have no use for the wand but waving it around could cause irreparable damage or casualties.

After resting for a few days, Harry attended all the funerals for the people that lost their lives in the war, he felt like it was his obligation. He can't stop feeling like the whole second wizarding war was in his name.

The teachers found themselves thanking Merlin at the fact that the casualties were only from the ministry workers and aurors and no one from Hogwarts's student body perished, even the students who were forced to stop attending.

The muggleborn students that the Vongola has taken under their care, with their families included, were back on British soil attending the academic year following Voldemort's defeat.

The Dursleys were also back on British soil but they did not return to Privet Drive, opting to find another place of residence. Vernon was still vehement that he was out of the Family business, to which Alberto and the higher-ups of the Famiglia respected.

Harry never met the Dursleys once more after their evacuation from Privet Drive.

Time passed and Harry found himself affiliated with both the Wizarding World and the Mafia World. He saw no reason in using his flames outside the Mafia World's jurisdiction but he found every reason to continue using magic even outside the Wizarding World.

It does help that one of the people holding a seat at the ICW was a member of the Vongola.

Speaking of the Vongola, Harry found himself leading a wizarding squad to protect the Vongola boss from attacks that were magical in nature. All the while holding a position as an Auror for Wizarding Britain.

One would normally think it'd be impossible holding two posts from two different organizations but he has someone he can trust within the Vongola and his best friend within the auror corps.

The next thing that happened was Tsuna succeeding the Vongola throne after the younger boy graduated from high school as he himself found himself siring children with Ginny.

Harry's marriage to Ginny forced him to tell his best friends, the entire Weasley family, and the Lupins about his mafia connections.

Surprisingly, they took it well.

"We had Hermione explain it to us mate," Ron smirked. "And we all agreed that there could have far worse things that could've happened to you as soon as you got those flame-like abilities."

"Honestly Harry." Hermione groaned. "How do you get yourself into this situations?"

"The three of us have asked the same question ever since Hermione, you know that."

"He's got you there, Hermione." Ron chuckled.

"Fair point."

After the war, Kingsley Shacklebolt was appointed by the ICW as Minister. He soon stepped down and appointed Percy Weasley as replacement three years into his reign.

Percy, who was a workaholic, felt like he has had neglected his family, and stepped down as Minister three years into his first child and took up his father's old position in the ministry under the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects.

Most of what his office has confiscated were counterfeit of his twin brothers' products.

Cedric Diggory was elected as Minister of Magic right after Percy stepped down. Shacklebolt's and Percy's reigns as Minister of Magic were transition periods for Wizarding Britain from Voldemort's take over.

Cedric's reign as Minister came right after he retired as a professional Quidditch player. Diggory's reign was rehabilitation of the magical places that were destroyed from the wizarding war. He also changed the maximum interval of when the elections were to be held: from seven years to five years.

Coincidentally that was how many years Percy reigned as Minister of Magic.

He was largely successful in his reign as minister but he realized soon after his second term that the tensions between the pureblood and muggleborn wizards will still be there as long as he remained in office.

For the greater good, Cedric stepped down as Minister halfway into his third term and appointed Hermione Granger as his replacement, to quell the resentment of the muggleborn wizards born from the wizarding war.

As soon as Hermione took office, she immediately opened up two advisory slots, one of which was occupied by Cedric, under her request and the other by a fellow Gryffindor and photojournalist turned politician: Colin Creevey.

Another change Hermione has established into wizarding Britain was the abolishment of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.

With her muggle knowledge, she was able to make wizarding Britain fear the very notion of in-breeding, citing examples of what happened to the Gaunt and Black families and their demise because of it.

Due to her intimidation tactic, it ensured that less and less witches and wizards would suffer the same affliction that plagued the pureblood families of old.

The transition periods that Ministers Shacklebolt and Weasley reigned on top of Minister Diggory's successful reparation of the different places affected by the war and his charisma helped Minister Granger foster an era of coexistence between the witches and wizards of wizarding Britain regardless of blood status.