Four years later.

Late June 1996.

Riddle gazed out of the window at the busy London street underneath him and mused. He had realised he shared a mental connection with Harry after several of his plans had been thwarted. He had focused his mind and dug deep. He had felt the Angel Gabriel move inside his own mind insidiously. He didn't announce his own presence. He kept in the shadows and followed the connection to the black-haired boy. Tom had shielded his mind tightly and handed the reigns over to Gellert until the time was right.

He was going to use this to his own advantage to lure Harry and Iris to the Ministry of Magic. His followers were planning to kidnap Sirius and his wretched daughter, Hayley. He would be taking great glee in sending these images of himself torturing Harry's Godfather and Iris's mother to bait his nemesis to respond.

He was livid at the constant obstacles they had created for him in Britain. They had caused him many problems. The timing was everything, however.

Iris and Lucifer had recently decimated many of the New World Order's prominent followers in Britain in a matter of a few days. Politicians, MI6, the Military. Hundreds of them had disappeared. Many at the same time from different locations. They had managed to finally get through to the Queen herself. Riddle's wrath was off the scales at this. She had been so perfectly controlled for years. The time was ripe. The takeover of finally beating Britain into complete submission had finally approached. It was time for the New World Order to finally come out of the shadows in his homeland. Other countries had folded. Other countries had been decimated. Like dominoes, they were falling one by one. The world was in freefall.

The invasion of Britain and finally destroying Iris and Harry had been planned for months. Dozens of military bases were secure, hidden under the Fidelius charm. Their followers had infiltrated the British army. The public had been gradually demoralised over time with random attacks that never saw any arrests. Trust was at an all-time low.

For several years the Queen and her family had been drowned in memory charms and the occasional Imperius if they asked any questions. They were amongst many in positions of power and influence who had been swimming in fog. Those who had tried to get close to the Queen were assassinated by their insiders. Police commissioners on their payroll made sure they did a terrible job.

The legal system was now simply diabolical. The only people left in the prisons were kept in luxury accommodation with their doors wide open. It was a farce. Cornelius and the puppet Muggle prime minister deliberately kept the public misinformed. For years, any media outlets with any integrity had been intimidated and threatened into silence. Memory charms and the Imperius was the bread and butter for his followers. Premises had been burnt down and journalists murdered for any who persisted. Riddle needed time to weave his web.

Riddle breathed deeply. The last few weeks had been exceptionally brilliant for him. They had begun to implement their plans. It had been years in the making. The truth was now out to the big wide world and the fog had been lifted from many people's horrified eyes. The inevitable panic had begun. People were flailing, no one knew who to turn to in the confusion. Riddle narrowed his blood-red eyes.

He knew he couldn't kill Iris but he could do the girl some serious damage. She needed to be taken out of commission. She protected the boy and Tom would not completely rest until the boy was dead. The prophecy had been too ominous. The Angel was still sniffing around his mind. Tom's knowledge of his Horcruxes was safe and sound, however. Written in a book that could never be found by anyone but himself.

Riddle smirked. The recent losses were unfortunate but the future looked bright. He had perfected his possession abilities last year and he would finally have Iris and Harry exactly where he wanted them.

It was a very useful skill in his repertoire. The time was right. The time was now. They wouldn't know what hit them. It would take less than a day then he would be the one to sit on the British throne. No one could stop him. The Crown would be his and they would all bow to him. Lord Voldemort.

March 1997.

Nine months later.

The evening was getting late as Harry walked wearily into his Gryffindor dorm room. Gabriel had been exploring the connection in Harry's mind again. It was a painstaking process. Ron was alone in there as they faced each other. Both of their faces had matured dramatically in the last few years. Life had not been easy for any of them in the castle. Both had a more hardened look than their young years would suggest.

'Did Gabriel find any lead to the Horcruxes yet?' Ron asked cautiously.

Harry's emerald eyes flashed dangerously. Ron's face fell.

'Still nothing,' Harry sighed.

Ron moved to the side of his dorm room and kicked the stone wall hard in frustration. It had been months and there was still no lead on even one Horcrux.

The pair of them stood in silence for a long moment.

'How is he doing this?' Ron questioned. 'Gabriel has got so much out of Riddle's mind. Why not this?'

Harry looked at his friend tiredly, 'Hermione and Dumbledore both think he has erased those particular memories of his Horcruxes from his own mind so even he doesn't know where they are. He must have written down their locations somewhere. Gabriel sees a small diary in the corner of his mind. The only clue is the tip of a pyramid and there are hundreds of them all around the world. He thinks the information is written in the diary. He knows we know about them. He knows Gabriel can get inside his mind through me.'

Harry sat on his bed and massaged his temples. His head ached. It always did after Gabriel had gone inside his mind. He persevered with it. The pain would ease off soon. His connection inside Riddle's mind had saved countless lives in the past.

'Maybe Riddle didn't create anymore,' Ron said.

Harry sighed, 'He must have done. He knew that Regulus took his locket. He has known about the Peverell ring for years. Gabriel confirmed he has been after the Deathly Hallows since they liberated the camps in South America. He would have seen Iris and the ring in those memories and made the connection. It was only a matter of time before he found out, one way or the other. Besides, he would have been checking his Horcruxes when he had got back to England anyway. It was only a matter of time until he discovered the ring was gone.'

Harry sighed. They had gone over this time and again. Gone around in circles with it all.

Harry looked at Ron, 'If we do succeed and kill him he knows he faces Satans wrath. He is deranged about them. He tortured Narcissa to death because one of the goblins told him she had removed Hufflepuffs cup from her vault.'

Ron grimaced at the memory. Riddle, with the help of the duplicitous goblin, Toothgrip, had lured Narcissa to Gringotts where Riddle had taken his revenge.

Iris had exacted her own revenge on this particular goblin on hearing the news. She had stormed into Gringotts and thrown the bastard into Hell without hesitation. Strangely, the goblins had applauded her for this savage way of dealing with a rogue member of their crew. They all knew what he had done for his thirty pieces of silver.

'He will have made more,' Harry said. 'His very existence depends on these Horcruxes. The magical number he chose is seven. That is clear from the memory Slughorn provided. Riddle will ensure he has seven active Horcruxes on earth at any one time. After what happened at the Ministry last summer he no longer believes that Iris anchors him to Earth.'

Harry gave a wretched scowl. The memories of that night in the Department of Mysteries were etched forever in his mind. That night at the end of June and the week that followed had changed everything in the country and had taken so much from them.

Ron looked at Harry with concern. Harry was looking very pale. Getting that memory about the magical number Riddle had decided on from his potions Professor had been a long, arduous task last year. It had taken the news of the destruction of most life in the Middle East to finally convince the frightened and ashamed Horace Slughorn to pass his knowledge over to a very patient Lily Potter.

The people left in the world with any sense of decency had listened in growing horror that day to the news reports flooding in as confirmation that chemical warfare had been launched over those lands in the morning of a quiet Tuesday in early June of 1996. Over two hundred million people had been killed in less than ten minutes. All the animals had perished. The magical chemical destroyed their bodies and turned them into dust in moments. Any living being touched by this poison disintegrated.

People still could not conceive of such numbers. There had also been thousands of military soldiers from around the world who had been dealing with the Gulf war that had perished with all the others. No doubt part of Grindelwald's great plan to weaken their opposition.

Their weapons had not been damaged by the chemicals. Many countries had lost some of their best and bravest soldiers. The Nazis would collect the spoils of this genocide. There had been very few survivors. Many of the few who remained had gone insane with the devastation of their loss.

Israel had been obliterated by unfathomable power. A magical, nuclear bomb. Nothing had remained. No life. No animals. No nature. It was simply a poisoned dust bowl now. They had heard and felt the explosion for hundreds of miles.

Harry had kicked himself. Riddle had harshly flooded his mind with false visions the morning of the attack that had left him catatonic. Nothing could have been done to stop the attack, Albus had told him. Even if they could have warned the Muggle authorities nothing could have prevented the power of the magic and chemicals used. It had been too great.

Adolf Hitler himself had gloated at the borders of the Middle East as the swastika flags went up and his men took their places on the fences. He posed for photographs where he was flanked by both Nazis, Wizards and Witches. The images were sent all around the world to announce his return to a shocked world. He had issued a press conference through their bought and paid for media corporations.

The world had watched in disbelief as a dictator long thought to be dead or at the very least, according to the conspiracy theories, very old, stood in front of the camera looking identical to the man who had stood at the Berlin games in 1936.

Many watching thought this some sort of sick joke. Others though who had been witnessing the strange occurrences in the world had been expecting something like this. The manifesto had echoed in every home in the world. The Wizarding World heard the familiar, harsh voice of one of the most infamous dictators of history through their radio's. They were informed that A New World Order through any means necessary was beginning.

Hitler had gone for the jugular and spelt it out in clear terms the conditions. A personally selected by himself all-white global elite without exception. No religion except the Nazis ideology would be permitted. No deviation from the Nazis political viewpoint except theirs would be tolerated. All communists, democrats and trade unionists would be shot.

Any opposition would be exterminated. Any country that stood against them would be nuked from above by either bomb or chemical warfare. They were ordered to fall in line. Know your place or the consequences for you would be severe. If you were healthy and had any relevant skills to offer the New World Order you would be spared to work. As for everyone else, the voice said to the bewildered nations on Earth, the elderly, the disabled, the sick. The New World Order considered them surplus to requirements and they would be eradicated in time. They were not cost-effective to the New World Order.

When Tom Riddle and Gellert Grindelwald joined him on the stage the confusion was palpable. Grindelwald looked like a young man again as well. Riddle still looked like a demonic human snake.

Between them, they ripped apart the statute of secrecy regarding the magical world.

The Pureblood manifesto that had been the bane of the Wizarding World's existence was softly explained by Grindelwald to a frightened global audience. For now, there was to be an alliance between the strongest of the Wizarding World and the strongest of the Muggles. They would fight side by side to any enemies that would seek to oppose their vision of a progressive, enlightened world.

In time, once the debris and those people not suited to the New World were dealt with, both Muggle and Magical would live separately and govern each world as each one saw fit. In time their worlds would be educated on the other and would align with each other. The Occult married with Nazism.

This was their final solution.

Ron ran his hands through his red hair as he thought back over the last five years. Salazar had been true to his word and had gone to great lengths to secure not only Hogwarts but the entire country. He understood that as long as one country stood firm against this New World Order, there was still hope. Salazar had used magic from other worlds to link with the power of the ring.

He had arrived in Iris's and Harry's second year, bringing with him the three other founders of Hogwarts. Godric Gryffindor. Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw. Their knowledge of the universe and abilities had proved essential in defending the island from invaders and exposing those who would seek to do the people who lived on its lands harm. The magical wards that Rowena and Salazar had raised around the island would stop anything from getting through. They were assured even a meteorite couldn't get through. It had taken three long years to complete. Iris had been vital in helping to secure the islands by channelling her black magic to the others. Her magic had grown in leaps and bounds.

They had discussed setting wards on other countries but they were running out of time and it was too dangerous overseas now. Riddle and Hitler were breathing down their necks.

With the decimation of the Middle East, Gabriel had insisted on meeting with the Queen after Hitler's and Riddle's announcement. No longer could this be denied by followers of the New World Order. Cornelius Fudge and the Muggle prime minister had betrayed the people of Britain in exchange for glorious amounts of Nazi gold.

There had been dark forces at work in Buckingham Palace and Westminster. They had shielded and advised the Queen that all was well for several years. In the past, any whistleblowers who had managed to get news to the Queen had been eradicated from the palace using any means possible. Gabriel informed the Queen that she was amongst many who had memory charms performed on her by Riddle's followers. This was to keep her in the dark and this wasn't the first time he had spoken to her. The shit well and truly hit the fan then.

The evidence of a litany of deception was right in front of her.

Ron had kept a close watch on what had been happening around the country over the years. Iris and his father kept him the most well informed. Both the Muggle and the Magical newspapers were all over the place. Some had clearly been censored. Some were printing truths in the beginning but then went out of circulation not long after. Others offered the most atrocious lies. It was absurd.

The manifesto Hitler, Riddle and Grindelwald had recorded was played all around the world. The sickening images were playing in Times Square in New York on a loop. There was no denying anything anymore. Ron had realised what they wanted was panic. They succeeded. The world was in chaos. People were scared.

Iris had shown him memories of any distinctive encounters she had. Ron had a keen mind. He showed an uncanny ability to predict the next move from either side. He knew the Queen was going to use every and any weapon at her disposal for the lack of respect some of her subjects had shown to the Crown. If Riddle thought she was going to budge over for him he was mistaken. Iris had shown him the meeting she had with the Queen in the Black family pensieve. She had brought it with her to Hogwarts.

Iris had met with the Queen just before everything had accumulated into that bloody week war last year. Ron had suspected the response to these threats by Riddle would be swift and fierce.

The Order of the Phoenix had been diligent in their research. Now that the harsh truth was finally facing everyone, things could actually get organised.

When the evidence that had been hidden in Britain by those on the Nazis payroll working for her Government had been shown to the Monarch, things finally started to get moving.

When the Queen had been told about the magical wards the news had calmed the Queen greatly. She took a great interest in the Angel Gabriel. Britain was a sovereign country and so it would remain. The Magna Carta must be followed and their way of life protected against any and all enemies. She had her own memories of the war and she was certainly one for tradition.

The Queen had been well aware of the Magical community from a young age. She had requested a meeting with Iris and Albus in her private quarters. She paid close attention to Iris who was sat next to a young Albus Dumbledore. Albus had been magically blocked from attending the palace almost a decade ago by the Ministry of Magic. They had claimed he was too eccentric. It was a feeble lie. Cornelius had spun a web of lies to the Queen. Gabriel had informed the Monarch of Iris's abilities to turn the old young again. Something the Queen would certainly be taking full use of after this meeting. She needed as much of her physical strength as possible for the coming years. She would fight this to the end. The Queen of England would never bow to Adolf Hitler.

Ron stood to the side of the table and watched the memories of the meeting unfold.

'Iris,' the Queen had pondered the young witch in front of her. Iris was sixteen at that point. She had finally had a growth spurt and was happily a good height of five foot and seven inches. She didn't have to lift her head so high when she was having a slanging match anymore. She was also a whole inch taller than Hermione. Something that she was quite pleased about. Her icy grey eyes stared intently at her Monarch in interest. The Queen gave a slight shudder. She could feel the potent magic drifting off the girl, even in this situation. Gabriel had informed her of the power of this Witch and of the links she had to the underworld and her arrangement with Satan. The Queen had met many people in her life. She had been taught from a young age how to observe others. How to read people. She looked intently at the young woman.

Ron had looked at the memory through the Queen's eyes and really looked at Iris objectively. He had grown up with her and hadn't really noticed the gradual changes. Her bone structure was of an aristocrat. She looked very much more like Bella now although Ron could still see Sirius in her face. The haughty look and slight arrogance spoke of an indulged, privileged childhood. The Queen tilted her head. There was clearly a hardness in the young woman. Ron wondered if the Queen saw the same hint of madness in those grey eyes that he sometimes did.

Hermione had told him that Iris had help in dealing with all this pressure. Something that set Ron's mind a little more at ease. The Queen had been informed by Gabriel that her power was directed at those who chose the path of cruelty, greed and manipulation to oppress and abuse the innocent. The Queen was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. This girl was a gift and was actually fighting to stop the Nazis and Death Eaters from taking over their world. The Nazis were not defeated in the last war by a light restraining hold after all.

The country had been infiltrated from the top to the bottom with unscrupulous individuals that were traitors to the Crown. As the rule book had apparently been thrown out of the window, the Queen had decided to go old school and deal with this the way her ancestors would have.

'Iris Black,' the Queen began again, 'The country is threatened by the gravest of threats. I refuse to ever hear the Nazi jackboot in Buckingham Palace. The swastika will never fly anywhere on these lands. I will burn the Palace down myself rather than let that happen. I expect every British man and woman to do their duty to help prevent this. Our allies are in the same situation as ourselves. We protect our own lands first and then we will reach out for help from countries that wish to oppose this with us. The International Federations have been poisoned. That much is obvious. We need to regain the trust of the people.'

Iris gazed at the Queen and gave a slight nod, 'Of course. That is what I've been doing since I was little.'

The Queen pursed her lips, 'Have you heard of the fictional James Bond, Miss Black?' she asked.

Iris smiled, 'Oh yes. Sean Connery was, of course, the best one but Roger did a good job too. From Russia with love is my favourite one.'

'Quite. Mine too,' the Queen said as Albus smirked.

'James Bond is based on facts, however. A British spy is given a license to kill. As Queen, I have that power also. I bestow this license upon you. You have been given the ability to see the worst in a person. You have the ability to get into places that are locked to anyone else. I need you to use this gift and flush out all the traitors to the Crown of these lands and my subjects using any means necessary to rid ourselves of this infestation.'

Albus looked very nervous at this as Iris beamed.

Iris gave an intense look towards her Queen, 'Just to make sure I understand what you are asking of me. I'm allowed to sling any and all Nazis and Death Eaters into Hell and I won't get into trouble for it?' Iris clarified.

The Queen nodded, 'Yes. That is exactly what I mean.'

Iris bit her lip, 'How wonderful. Yes. I'll get on that right away. Satan can get their dirty little secrets for you. The veil records them when they go through. I can bring up the records from Hell for you and the trustworthy staff at MI6 to puruse. Do you want to call them in?'

'Pardon?' The Queen asked.

'You must suspect some traitors already in your ranks. I know Bella and Sirius have been undercover here at the Palace. Rather than bother with a long drawn out judicial enquiry with dodgy judges and bent juries why don't I do it my way? The veil to Hell will only open to those who deserve it anyway. There can be no mistakes,' Iris added smoothly.

The Queen looked at Iris with an open mouth.

'Do you not want to watch? Lucifer can do the honours. I can call him if you like if you want to make it official. He outranks any judge on the planet.'

The Queen gulped, 'Lucifer?'

Iris nodded, 'He'd be honoured to meet you. You're one of his favourite Royals. He calls you Tenacious E.'

The Queen gave a tiny nod as Iris called for the Dark Angel.

This was Ron's favourite part of the memory. He had watched it many times. The Queen literally squealed in fright and one of her corgi's leapt behind the sofa as Lucifer bowed.

Iris did the introductions as well as any Greengrass and then normality resumed.

The Queen resumed her dignified air and grace. She had the information from the Order of the Phoenix as she ran her pen down the list.

Ron had dipped out the memory at that point. He had seen the aftermath once which was enough. Iris had indeed clarified which staff were trustworthy at the palace for the Queen and which ones were Nazis and Death Eaters. The time for the Supreme Court was long past. The traitors to Britain and the Crown that resided at Buckingham Palace were dealt with in a manner that Henry the eighth would have approved of. Seventeen of them to be precise, in a few hours.

As the Queen justified quite rightly to herself, Lucifer outranked any judge on earth. Ron never did like to watch Iris do what she did best. He knew it was necessary but the cruelty and malice on her face as each terrified traitor was launched into the veil by Lucifer gave him chills. The Queen had issued Iris and Lucifer the command to infiltrate MI6 and the politicians of the day.

Any Nazi and Death Eater on British soil was to be executed. Any official under the Imperius was to be treated. The Middle East had been the wake-up call for the country. She needed to know she could trust those British men and women in her special forces and Government. If she couldn't, the country would fall in a matter of days. Iris had taken her to Equilibrium. Even the Queen had been silenced in wonder at the sights and scenes. The years had fallen off her face as they came back to earth and a rejuvenated Elizabeth had stood straight with her back ramrod straight with her eyes blazing.

'My parents didn't back down from Nazi filth, Iris. Neither shall I,' she had said firmly to a smiling Iris.

The Houses of Parliament were closed down with immediate effect. They had to rifle through the scum and traitors. She ordered the British army to blow the Eurotunnel immediately. All ties with the European Union were immediately snapped and cancelled for the foreseeable future. Her disgust that Hitler and his Nazis had been allowed to flourish in Eastern Europe without any intervention or exposure from any of the Governments had made her go ballistic. The jackboot was marching west across Europe to join up with their own allies in France and Germany and nothing was being done to stop this.

The United Nations was pitiful in its response. Talk, yap. More yap. Delay. They scheduled another meeting for the next month for more meaningless chat to the disgust of the masses.

America was in chaos. Bill Wetherby had confirmed to Amelia it was a cesspit. He suspected the President was under the Imperius charm and was heavily guarded at all times. Bill knew for certain two of them guarding the President were Death Eaters. Many prominent politicians had been murdered. There were similar stories all around the world in every country.

China seemed to be the only large nation that was seriously discussing an attack. Russia had become very quiet. South America as well, 'Too quiet,' Ron had thought, 'Had their elite all been bought and paid for too? '

The infiltration into the official institutions had been global. Martial law was being declared in every country around the globe but the people were not trusting that their own Governments were not complicit with the New World Order. Too many lies had been told over too many years. Very few trusted their elite anymore. The British military, planes, tanks and ships from all around the world were called back to defend their homeland. All international air travel had been halted. Salazar had been putting the final touches to the air space. Only ships could get through now and they were put through stringent tests. All known, loyal British subjects from all around the world had been called home to defend their lands with immediate effect before the shutdown.

Once the Queen finally had people she could actually trust back in MI6 and Government, she and Albus had given an emergency broadcast to the nation to finally explain the issues of the day and just what had been happening to the public. Freedom was absolute. There would be no surrender to the Nazis. They were commanded to fight to the death. They took back the airwaves through force. Winston Churchill's famous wartime speech was replayed time and again to the nation on every radio and television.

'We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!'

The British public felt the first stirrings of optimism. They had all known for years something had been lurking in the shadows. To have it confirmed by their Queen set their minds at rest. The fact she looked like she had back at her Coronation was not the most pressing thing on their mind. They knew now for certain who their enemies were. The military had been informed they had been infiltrated. Each soldier had their suspicions. The time was coming. It was counting down by the second.

Ron had laid on his bed for many nights after that week of war thinking of the consequences of the Queen's decision to issue those particular commands.

When Iris had explained to Hermione what the Queen had asked of her, she had loaned Iris her time turner for this mission. Iris and Lucifer needed time. It was running out for them.

Professor McGonagall had thought it prudent to issue one to Hermione because of her extensive workload. It was to ensure the girl could actually get some proper sleep. Hermione had always been an enthusiastic student but she had surpassed even herself. Her head was always in a book. Always waving a wand. Always practising a spell.

'Survival,' Hermione had told Ron shortly as he prodded her for her extreme motivation. He had stopped prodding.

Ron looked into space in his dorm as he thought back over the months. Riddle had not attempted to attack the country after that horrifying week of Hell in Ron's fifth year. The week that had changed everything forever in Britain. There was a part of Ron that still couldn't believe what had happened. It had seemed so unreal even when it had been happening. Still. The evidence was all around him. It had been real. It had happened. He would look around the Great Hall at dinner some evenings. There were so many empty seats at each table. Students and Professors that were missing.

The Order of the Phoenix, Satan's minions and those loyal to the Crown, the British public and military, had driven out the immediate threats to their country for now with street warfare but, as Ron mused, it wasn't what anyone would classify as a win. It had cost everyone. Everyone had lost loved ones. Not one person who had survived had been left unscathed.

The few surviving Death Eaters and Nazis left had been ordered by Hitler to stop their attack and retreat to the European mainland with just their clothes on their back. They had lost hundreds of thousands of their followers. They had lost Grindelwald. Riddle's plan had not gone the way anyone could have predicted. Their undercover military, their weapons and their secret bases all around the country had been exposed to the masses. Riddle knew now that Salazar Slytherin himself had launched the magical dome around the island. It was protected from chemical attacks and bombs.

The New World Order instead decided to focus on the rest of the planet where they were having far greater success. They decided to save the best till last. Once they had regrouped they would finish what they had started. Britain had proved too much to handle at this early stage of global dominance.

'That,' thought Ron wryly, 'Was an understatement.'

He could still see the Devils faces when he closed his eyes. Demons and Dark Angels tearing flesh. Burning Nazis and Death Eaters alive in the streets of Britain led by a demented Iris Black. He saw Demons rip apart tanks with their bare hands. The Nazis would launch bomb after bomb. Bullet after bullet. The British army firing back with everything they had. Witches and Wizards from both sides launching spell after spell into the air at each other in the chaos. Civilians grabbing hold of anything they could to fight back with.

So many had perished in the onslaught from both sides. Cornelius Fudge had been garrotted by Iris. His body swaying, held up by a rope, swinging from the rafters in the Ministry of magic. His ripped open torso's innards dripping down onto the floor. Other corrupt Ministry workers had joined him. Ron would always remember the cruel Dolores Umbridge amongst them. Her sadistic treatment of Muggleborns was legendary. He had seen her hung, drawn and quartered with his own eyes along with all the others.

Iris had not held back. Dozens of bodies swayed helplessly from anywhere Iris could hang them. Ron's skin crawled when he pictured Iris's face glowering demonically at Gellert Grindelwald just before she had leapt at him, gripping him tightly, crushing him to death with black magic from deep inside of her. That was the night Iris's mind had completely broken and something else had taken her over.

Ron didn't want to lie to himself. He had seen it coming for a long time.