Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Hogwarts' Founders and Houses and staff … and stuff.

With this story I start the series 'N years earlier; The Powers'.
Each story will tell how Voldemort was defeated a few years earlier, than in canon.
And some interesting magical Power will be used to defeat him.

About formatting:
For direct quotes I use italicized font.

CHAPTER 1
I, Pomona P.

Harry, hidden under the Cloak, paralyzed by Dumbledore's "Petrificus", could only helplessly watch the events, taking place in front of him.

Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face.
"Severus ... please ..."
Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore. "Ava …"

He stopped in the middle of casting and clutched his left forearm.
As did Draco and four other Death Eaters.
Their faces twisted into grimaces.
"The Lord is coming" one of them murmured, "Let's finish it quickly, Snape."

Snape looked at Dumbledore again and Harry thought that a fleeting smile passed across his face. And Dumbledore, it seemed, nodded slightly in response.

Snape took a deep breath and began again, "Avada Ke-e-e …"
- suddenly his wand made a wide sweeping movement and stopped –
"davra!" – now aiming at the blurred shape, rushing towards him.
The green light hit Greyback and werewolf's dead body fell to the floor. His inhumanly fast reflexes made him the most dangerous enemy and therefore – the prime target.

Snape, with cruel efficiency and speed, cast four more curses.
And the fight was over. Three more corpses lied on the floor and Draco was securely tied with ropes.
(And Harry couldn't help but feel deep respect for Snape's combat skills. All their DA training now seemed like a child's play compared to this.)

Snape, not uttering a word, beads of perspiration on his brow, continued to act swiftly. He took Dumbledore's wand from Draco and returned it to its owner. The he retrieved a phial from some inner pocket, took a quick sip and gave the rest to Dumbledore. While Dumbledore was drinking he cast quick "Finite" and released Harry from paralyses.

Apparently the potion restored Dumbledore's strength. He now looked less tired and less sick.
He put on the Sorting Hat and tapped it with his wand.
And the voice of the Sorting Hat, mightily amplified, thundered over the whole of Hogwarts, "Judgment Hour! Judgment Hour! All House Heads, report to Headmaster immediately."
The fireplace flashed three times and Flitwick, McGonagall and Sprout one after another appeared in the office.
Dumbledore asked, "Everyone remembers the Judgment Summon incantation?"
Four yeses confirmed that they do.

Shouts and blast sounds came from the staircase.
Breathing hard, Ron and Hermione ran in.
"What are you doing …" Snape began, but Dumbledore interrupted, "No time, Severus; You, young people, step aside and don't interfere. The same goes for you, Harry."

At that moment the window broke.
Harry felt a sharp pain in his scar. And he heard the familiar sinister laugh.
Voldemort himself flew in, wand ready.

The pieces of glass were still falling when Dumbledore, with arms stretched upward, loudly proclaimed, "I, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, hereby declare the Truce of the Judgment. All hostilities inside Hogwarts are frozen for one hour."
The low rumble rolled around; the Hogwarts herself confirmed the Truce.

Voldemort grinned, "You old fool; Judgment of Founders requires all four Heads to have alliterative names."
McGonagall, paying no attention, drew a rhombus in the air with her wand and declared, "I, Minerva McGonagall, on behalf of Gryffindor House summon Founders for the Judgment."
Flitwick repeated her wand movement and said, "I, Filius Flitwick, on behalf of Ravenclaw House summon Founders for the Judgment."
Snape was the next, "I, Severus Snape, on behalf of Slytherin House summon Founders for the Judgment."
During all three statements Voldemort kept grinning.

Sprout took her wand out but did something completely different.
She put the tip of the wand on her heart and said in nervous but clear voice, "I hereby reclaim the name, with which I was born."
The foggy-white glow emanated from her wand and flowed around her plump body.

Voldemort gasped and stared at her in horror.
How could he overlook such simple thing – that women customarily change their last names when they get married?
She looked straight into his red eyes and grinned like a wicked witch.
Her wand drew a rhombus in the air and she said, distinctly pronouncing every syllable of her newly reclaimed name, "I, Pomona Prince, on behalf of Hufflepuff House summon Founders for the Judgment."

Dumbledore, his arms still up, said gravely, "Let the Judgment begin."

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