Hey everyone,
So, it's honesty time. This was one of those months where I just wasn't sure if I could manage to finish the chapters for all twelve stories that you receive an update on every month. Why? Because I had a lot of personal appointments and because E3 was this month. It just all kept me really distracted and really busy.
But I managed,

Venquine1990
PS. Inspiration comes from Leonette, check out their stories.

26th of December 1976
The Reading Room
Lindilwen's POV

"You do realize what those two mean, right?" I ask, having waited with my question until after the spirit of a man I once greatly respected was sent back to the realm of non-existence and I go on: "The dates that Merden brought up? The fact that they are dates where Sirius and – why did you pick the name Snuffles anyway?"
I suddenly can't help but ask and Snuffles shrugs as he says: "To be honest, it was a codename back when I managed to escape that which kept me from being with Hari. Let's just say that that escape caused some complications that made it so that I couldn't be there for Hari as Sirius Black. I had to create an alias and Snuffles was it."
At this I nod, but then ask: "But why keep that alias now? And why keep it for – what is it? Forty-two years? Wouldn't it be better to just create a new name now? I mean, those complications no longer count, do they?" To this the man shrugs, but then the Queen answers: "I can only imagine he kept it as his earthen name.
Merden, you said that his Elven date of death is not for centuries. Was the name Snuffles there as well?" And Merden shakes his head before he says: "No Your Grace, but the name was fogged up. I can only imagine that it will clear up once Lord Snuffles has officially changed into his own Elven form sometime in the future."

The queen nods, Snuffles shrugs and says: "The alias does remind me of the many ways I was able to help Hari when he needed it, I probably won't go back to England for another couple of years, at least until after Hari's first date of birth – yeah, I can see myself keeping that alias for an Earthen name." Making Hari smile.
I myself look at Nicholas, who the boy tackled in his gratitude earlier on and the man seems very happy with how he was able to alleviate some of the slightly older boy's fears. "Also yes, Lin, we do know what those dates mean. They can mean either of two things." Severus suddenly says, yet he confuses me.
"One, after Black goes back to England he stays there until his homesickness to his godson gets the better of him and he goes back here. A situation I find highly unlikely seeing the close bond between the two. So that brings option two, they pull a Charles and go live here, while using the onyx stones to travel back and forth."
And while my mind had been solely on the first option and more based on us as a whole and not just Snuffles, do I definitely see more merit in the second option. Then a knock on the door startles us all and a gorgeous female elf enters as she says: "Excuse me Your Highness. I came to inform you that the Princess' dress is ready."

And Jaurion smiles at this while I get reminded of the deal we made with each other. I then look at the group as a whole and when my eyes land on Jaurion's mother last, do I remember what she has planned now that Dumbledore has been taken care of. These two facts swirl around in my mind and I make a decision.
"Perfect timing. I'm going to need that dress." I state strongly, drawing the attention of others and I say: "We are meeting with the other kingdoms, right? To convince them to help us fight the war against that monster? Might as well keep to the deal I made with – Jaurion – and look the part while I do so, if you ask me."
Everyone looks at me shocked and I say: "The deal was that Jaurion would treat me like a princess. We need all the help we can get against that monster. And I know I didn't – or won't – get picked Head Girl just for my looks. If nothing else, this is good training for when I get that position." And I shrug carelessly in the end.
Yet I keep my glance at the queen, who is hiding a knowing smirk in her proud smile and Hari makes me feel even better. "Thank you, Lin." And while I know that he'd rather call me mum, is there no denying the love and gratitude in his voice as he thanks me. I smile back at him and think to myself: "Anything for a smile like that."

Two hours later
In the throne room
Ron's POV

I know how much Hari hates the fact that he can't be present for this as the chance of his phoenix colored aura growing if he cooperates is a risk we just can't take and because of this, do I feel twice as determined to see this plan through. This is what made Lady Destiny create those two scrolls and why she gave us this chance.
"We need those armies." I think, my mindset going back to how I felt when Hogwarts was under siege, when every corridor was littered with either injured or dead bodies and there were fights between staff, Order members, DA members, innocent students and bystanders and Death Eaters at every corner.
I do try to keep it focused on the part of the battle before Voldemort called back his men and before Hari, Hermione and I exited the RoR, but that is because I already know I will lose myself if I focus on what happened after we left that burning room. I know I won't be able to do my job if I focus on what happened to Fred.

I shake my head, trying to remember that Fred is upstairs, in a room shared with his twin and that he and the others are counting on me. And yet the sight of the rulers of the other kingdoms and their men make me a little hesitant and worried on whether or not I can do this. All of them have regal, war-hardened looks of fighters and royalty.
There are a total of sixteen members of royalty present and each of them have either their prince, princess, both or a member of their guard with them, making the group total rise up to twenty-six all-together. And it's mostly the members of guard that make me feel the most insecure and even a bit insignificant to them.

But then I think: "You are like them. You faced war and loss as well, remember that." And this helps me regain my resolve. "Thank you all for coming. I deeply apologize that this summons and meeting is so very late, but a destiny laid out by her Lady herself was put upon us upon the arrival of my grandson. It required priority."
The Queen regally states and to my amazement do none of the members before us show real signs of shock or awe. A few eyes widen a little, but that is all the indication I get that they are even impressed with this news. The Kings of the countries then nod at the queen and one Queen, who has long flowing white hair asks:
"Where is Prince Hari? Is he not joining us for this meeting?" At which the King sighs and says: "Forgive my grandson, Queen Aerealus, but he is unfortunately cursed with an aura that, if we let it take shape, will make all the efforts Lady Destiny, my family and our friends have put in our task utterly futile, as well as this meeting."

The Queen nods and a King that has the deepest set of blue eyes I have ever seen says: "A heavy burden seems to have been placed upon all of you. What troubles the minds of our royalty?""It is the war and the future of the other world. We have been blessed with books that describe our grandson's past and they are not pleasant.
The war England is currently in will end in five years, but it will come at the cost of our family. Only our precious grandson will survive this war and he will be seen as a symbol and icon so much by the public, they will lose sight of his rights as a person. Many aspects of Magical England will take a severe regression."

"So is it still worth to go back? Wouldn't it be better to just close the border for good?" A sturdy looking prince, with a face that is just screaming arrogance and carelessness asks, but here the King and Queen turn to me. This startles me, but I regain myself and strongly state: "No. No, that would not be better.
It'd be the way of cowards, not rulers and fighters. And I don't see cowards before me, I see rulers and I see fighters." The whole group turns to me and I say: "Yes, the war England currently faces will end in 5 years, but another one will follow it in 1995. That war will last three years and I lost my brother in that final battle.
Lady Destiny, bless her eternal being, allowed Merden of this realm to send us all back and take with us seven souls that were killed in our past. My brother, thank Merden and Lady Destiny, was one of these souls. And now, we want to read the books left to us by Lady Destiny, fight the war England currently faces and prevent the other."

"Then why call us? Why not call on Dumbledore? Have an Elf bring him here?" The largest Elf of the bunch asks and I answer: "Because Dumbledore isn't the best option. He's wise, but he relies on the wrong kind of people. Vol – Voldemort uses graduates that are intrigued by the Dark Arts. Dumbledore plans to do similar.
This will be one of the first of his mistakes. He is the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and Supreme Mugwump of the ICW. But instead of asking the other countries for help, he relies on students and graduates himself. He doesn't even rely so much on his Transfigurations expert and Grounds Keeper as he did on my friends and me.
Dumbledore is wise and he is definitely a war-expert and a great strategist, but he is going to try and beat Voldemort at his own game. Except he has one fatal flaw that will make that plan fail. He believes in Second Chances. Therefore, he will look down on anyone who will try to take out the Death Eaters instead of just incarcerating them.
He is going to see this war as a way to test out his new graduates and it will come at the cost of the Prince, his future Princess and the innocence and strong parts of the soul of the young Prince, my best friend. Trust me, what we've been through – is all due to Dumbledore relying on kids, whether they are seventeen or eleven."

"And you don't think you can handle that?" The same huge Elf asks, but I shake my head and say: "I wouldn't be here, having survived the Nineties war, if that was the case. I do know that we can handle it. We went through it once before, so we should be able to do it again. But our war only ended a week ago, we're still reeling."
"And if you are to be forced back with no back-up or help of those of equal or better talent, you will break. This war, if left to just you the way your last one was, could end more than yours did." The Elf with the deep eyes mumbles, looking at me with a real sympathetic gaze. I nod at him, grateful for his care and say:

"Allow me to show you where wizards – or at least those that Dumbledore relies on – stand right now." And I motion for the Guard Elf that had been standing beside me this entire time. The elf is actually a wizard himself who was brought into the Elven world for his own safety during the Grindelwald war.
Because of this, because he never really gave up on his wizarding ancestry even after he changed and because he became a Guard Elf with an affinity for offensive guarding, do I know that this man will be the perfect candidate to show off what has happened. But as I take a stand opposite of him, is this not what I focus on.
Instead I visualize the man to be Hermione first and Bellatrix Lestrange second, just like I always do with Hermione when we spar. My wand flies into my hand and my arm is halfway raised when my first curse leaves the tip. I make sure to focus on non-verbal magic as that will both impress the audience and show off our skill the best.

The Elf and I exchange and trade all kinds of spells, curses, hexes, jinxes and even some heavy enchantments and Transfigurations fly around the room, causing for several parts of the room to be changed into something either defensive for either of us against the other's attack or to be used in an attack upon the other.
I don't relent or let up, but do feel easily that I am no-where near a match for this trained expert of fighting and guarding. Still I am determined to show the other kingdoms just what the humans on earth are capable of, to make sure they know that they only need to aid, but not take over where the humans left off.
For a good hour and a half the two of us duel, but slowly but surely the duel just becomes an all out battle and a few times I actually had to use several harmful hexes and even some transfigurations when the man tried to take me head on, not casting a curse but trying to storm at me with his amazing form and brutal strength.

Then I misstep and crouch down, my wand burning in my hand as the wood is barely able to keep up with the on slew of spells and curses and I pant, exhausted and feeling as if I am back to that fateful night, when the realization that Fred was gone really sunk in. I shake my head, clearing it and pulling myself out of that memory.
"You're better than I thought, kid." I hear the Guard Elf say and this makes me smirk as I say: "I am actually slightly under Hari's level." Making the Elf smirk as he was promised a chance to potentially become my best friend's training elf. He then helps me up and asks the group: "Convinced? Do you see why they need our help?"

Yet to my shock do some of the royals actually look doubtful and hesitant. "Please listen." A calm, caring voice suddenly says and I turn, my eyes wide when I see Lindilwen step forward. "What you just saw was someone who grew up with war in his teens. My friends and I are not like him, we do not have his talent.
Dumbledore does – or he might already be planning – to use teens like myself, your prince and your crown prince to fight Voldemort. But the biggest flaw in that plan is that, for the last five and a half years, he has done too good of a job in keeping Hogwarts safe, in making it a sanctuary to escape the horrors of the war.
We are teens, actual teens. We hardly have any battle experience and the little experience we do have is in dueling, which we only got some lessons in two years ago, but that the teacher of the time dropped, because some of our class mates used it to bully others. We are not warriors and we will die if we help Dumbledore.
But I can't sit back and just let others be kidnapped, slaughtered, raped and murdered. I know that, if I go back to that world and part of me does as it feels homesick, I will join Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix if he asks for it. It will mean my end and will mean that your prince – becomes an orphan at the age of one."

Everyone looks shocked and flabbergasted at this, the royals at what they just heard and the rest of us at how heartfelt and caring Lindilwen sounds as she says this. And then the one thing I've been waiting for since I came here happens. Lindilwen looks at the royals and tears glister in her eyes as she pleads them:
"Please, help your prince. Do not let him go through such a horrible thing. Save him from that future. Change his past. Help him heal and help him fight." And one by one all of the royals, their princes, princesses and their guards nod, their gazes promising the young princess they will help her. Help her save her son.
"She's getting there." I think to myself and this makes me feel more accomplished than anything I have done in the last few days, the only time I felt this accomplished being when I realized we had done it, we had won the war. And then, my pride grows in bounds as I think: "And this time, we won by preventing it."

Did you really?
To be honest, I am not entirely sure. Hear me out, I have NO intention of giving Voldemort a chance to survive the Seventies war. But even in 1994, there were Death Eaters who were still loyal to the cause. I feel like they might just try and reign war on England anyway, whether with or without their lord, if given the chance.
Just a thought, though. Next chapter: Dumbledore gets told he has an important meeting. And when he arrives at said meeting, he receives news that actually relieves him of certain concerns. But before he can full recover, he gets the shock of a lifetime. Other worlds? The future? Lady Destiny? Powerful beings that are his allies?
This'll be good,

Venquine1990
PS. Inspiration comes from Leonette, check out their stories.