Oct 2

When the Roses

Bloom Again -

There's no Place

Like Home

An Open Letter to Wizarding Britain?

By Albert Collins

It is not often that such a missive is received here at The Daily Prophet,

certainly one not so brazen or direct as the one delivered to our off ices

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today. In short, our editor was reluctant to publish it, but in the interest of

public safety, he has chosen to do so.

Hoax or legitimate, that is for the Department of Magical Law

Enforcement to decide.

To the citizens of Magical Britain,

I write to you directly so that you may understand the threat that faces

you. For now, you do not know my name, but you have seen a hint of

what I am capable of.

What happened in Diagon Alley was just the beginning, a taste of the

power that I wield.

My supporters are numerous and live amongst you. They could be a

neighbour, a brother, or even a father. You would never know, but I

assure you, there are many that I can call upon to carry out my will.

For too long, the threat of mudbloods and muggles have hung over us,

but we say that it can no longer be.

It is us that founded our most wonderful society, and the outsiders have

invaded, attempt to change our traditions, and usurp the power of

their betters.

We say, no more.

I speak to all of you now.

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Surrender to me, submit to your betters, and then the bloodshed will

stop.

If you do not, I will set upon you things that haunt the most terrifying

of nightmares.

We will come for you in the night, we will take you from the streets.

Not even the Ministry of Magic can keep you safe.

Submit yourselves, and you will be spared.

Lord Voldemort

That was the article that wizarding Britain had woken up to the

morning after the incident in Diagon Alley, and two other attacks

had followed in as many days.

Harry's anger had continued to be palpable, his fury aimed at Tom

and Minister Jenkins for not calling a meeting of the Wizengamot.

She had done so, however, when Harry had personally visited her

and warned the woman of what they faced.

At first, the Minister had been rather dismissive and had delegated

rooting out Voldemort and his supporters to Crouch who

underestimated what it was he faced.

Jenkins had eventually relented, and Harry now found himself

stalking towards the Wizengamot chambers to grace the governing

body with his rare presence.

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He attended the gatherings only when an issue of import was to be

discussed, mostly because he found the others to be rather dull, and

so his peers understood that he was invested in the issue at hand

when he deigned to come in person.

His entrance never failed to garner the attention of the lords and

ladies of Britain, and today was no different, his severe expression

eliciting several bouts of whispers amongst them.

Taking his seat, his gaze to swept across the room, and he allowed it

to rest upon a select few individuals, all of whom sat close to one

another in the same section as Arcturus who shot him a questioning

look.

"You look as though you mean business," Charlus commented

amusedly from Harry's left, his smirk morphing into a frown as

Harry merely nodded in response.

"I do," he confirmed.

Charlus's eyebrows rose as he leaned back in his seat and Minister

Jenkins stood to address the room.

Tapping her gavel on the top of podium, the room fell silent, and

she cleared her throat.

"I've called you to gather today to discuss the recent spate of attacks

allegedly perpetrated by this Lord Voldemort," she began grimly.

"His threat is something that we as a body must take seriously. Over

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the past few days, I have been in talks with Bartemius Crouch, along

with the head of the auror department who both assure me they are

doing all they can to put a stop to these attacks."

"And what exactly are they doing, Minister?" Lord Bones

questioned.

"From today, there will be a much stronger auror presence across the

country," Jenkins answered. "We have a team dedicated to locating

this self-styled lord, and we will be producing a Ministry approved

pamphlet on how to protect your homes sufficiently."

The Wizengamot members nodded approvingly, though there were

some that did not appear to be happy.

Harry was among the latter, and without being prompted to do so,

he stood, and the room fell silent.

"As much as I and my peers respect your intentions, Minister, I fear

that they will not be enough."

"And you have a better proposal, Evans?" Lord Lestrange snarked.

"That is Baron Evans to you, Lestrange," Harry bit back, "and yes,

but first, I have some information to share that I'm sure many of you

will find enlightening."

"Information?" the Minister asked warily.

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Harry nodded as he removed several sheets of parchment from

within his robes.

"I'm not sure how many of you are aware, but I like to keep an ear to

the ground of what is going on in Britain. I was made a Baron of

this land, given the responsibility to protect it, and I take that

responsibility more seriously than anything else."

Some of the members of the Wizengamot murmured amongst

themselves at his declaration.

"For the past few years, whispers of what is now unfolding have

reached me, and I have been preparing," Harry explained.

"Clandestine meetings have been held, some attended by those

amongst us now, but let us not name any names and point fingers. I

will simply say this; if you have aligned yourself with Lord

Voldemort, you had better reconsider your decision, because as the

protector of this land, I am coming for every single one of you."

"You can't just make idle threats in here, Evans!" Lord Lestrange

growled, eliciting nods of agreement from those seated around him.

"When our country is under threat, Lestrange, I can do as I please

to keep it safe," Harry responded. "My title was bestowed upon me

for that very reason. I am not beholden to the Ministry to do their

bidding. My responsibility is to every man, woman, and child of

Britain, and it is them that I answer to."

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Minister Jenkins nodded uneasily, a look of concern marring her

features.

"Anyway, what I decide to do is neither here nor there. I have given

fair warning to those associated with Lord Voldemort and his

movement who have proven themselves a significant threat against

the citizens I promised to protect. Now, for Voldemort himself. For

those of you that are choosing to support him, I urge you to listen to

what I say next."

Harry paused whilst some of the lords and ladies muttered

unhappily, but there were more expressions of approval than the

former.

"You have aligned yourselves with a wanted murderer, a false lord

who hides behind a false name like the snivelling coward he is,"

Harry continued. "You can quote me on my exact words," he added

to the members of the media in attendance. "Lord Voldemort is

none other than Tom Riddle, the same boy that murdered Armando

Dippet and Myrtle Warren before fleeing Britain more than twenty-

five years ago."

The uproar that followed the revelation was tumultuous, and even

Lestrange and the rest of his ilk were shocked.

"Do you have proof of this, Baron Evans?" Minister Jenkins asked.

Harry nodded as he drew his wand and repeated the feat of the

sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets, rearranging

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the letters to spell out his chosen alias.

"That doesn't prove it is him!" Lord Rosier called.

"It doesn't," Harry agreed, "but Tom Riddle, like me, is a

parselmouth and he claims to be the heir of Slytherin. That may be

correct. He is the son of the late Merope Gaunt who birthed him,

but his father is a muggle that shared his name before Tom

murdered him and the rest of the family in the summer of 1944."

Those gathered in the stand of the more traditionalist families were

not pleased by that revelation, something Harry took no small

amount of glee in.

"You can choose to ignore me if you wish to, but now is not the time

for dissent amongst us. The fact is, Tom Riddle and those that have

chosen to follow him have already murdered almost twenty people in

cold blood, and we must be seen to be acting accordingly."

"Acting accordingly?" Jenkins pressed.

"These men and women should be shown no mercy," Harry

declared. "They have proven themselves willing to mete out lethal

force, and they should expect the same in return. They are

murderers, and more will die if we do not take drastic action."

"You can't be considering this, Minister," Lord Malfoy called.

"Those who have nothing to hide have nothing to fear," Harry

answered before Jenkins could.

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Much to Harry's surprise, Crouch nodded as he stood.

"I must say that Baron Evans and I rarely see eye to eye, but I am in

agreement. This threat must be nipped in the bud before any other

innocents are harmed by this group. They are terrorists, and if this

Voldemort, Riddle, or whatever his name is has as many supporters

as he claims, we could well find ourselves in a civil war."

Minister Jenkins worried her lower lip as she looked towards her

advisors.

"This is not a decision that can be made immediately or lightly," she

replied. "I wish to prevent further incidents, but should we not strive

to be better?"

"Taking a moral high ground will only result in more deaths," Harry

returned darkly. "Innocents will die, as will our aurors that are

unfortunate enough to be set upon by Riddle and his group."

Jenkins deflated and appeared to have aged a decade in the last few

minutes.

"This is not a decision that I can make alone," she acknowledged.

"This is something that must be discussed and done so officially. I

would ask you, Barty, to draft the required legislation."

"That could take a number of days," Crouch pointed out. "More

attacks could follow between now and then."

Jenkins nodded.

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"Then for the time being, auror patrols will be increased in

accordance with their need," she decided.

"And who shall be left with the blood on their hands, Minister?"

Harry asked. "Will you take responsibility for the deaths that will

come?"

The woman blanched and swallowed deeply.

"What would you have me do, Baron Evans?"

"Grant the ability for the aurors to defend themselves," Harry urged.

"Grant every man and woman the same right to defend their homes

and their lives."

Jenkins looked around the room, her position not one many would

envy in a moment like this.

"For that to be allowed, we would need to agree as a majority," she

murmured. "It is not a decision I can take sole ownership of."

"Then call for a vote," Harry suggested.

Jenkins released a deep breath.

"Those in favour of temporarily allowing the aurors to use lethal

force against Lord Voldemort and his followers?"

Other than around a dozen, every wand in the room was raised in

agreement.

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"Those opposed?"

None were shown, those that were against the implementation savvy

enough to not do so.

"Then as a majority, the temporary measure is approved until Barty

submits the official legislation to make it permanently official,"

Jenkins declared, tapping her gavel smartly on the top of her

podium. "If there is nothing else, I draw this meeting to a close."

Harry nodded satisfactorily, the reputation he had cultivated for

himself over the years proving to be useful when he needed it most.

With what he had come to achieve done, Harry headed towards the

exit, pausing as a voice called out to him.

"Baron Evans, are you happy with the result of the meeting today?"

Harry turned to be faced by an eager group of journalists, and he

shook his head.

"No, I'm not happy," he answered. "It is a sad state of affairs when

measures like this need to be approved, but I am content now that

there are those that may think twice before attempting to attack

members of the public."

"How certain are you that Tom Riddle is Lord Voldemort?" another

questioned.

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"There is no doubt in my mind that they are one and the same,"

Harry responded.

"If you could say anything to him now, what would that be."

Harry's nostrils flared as a surge of anger burned within him.

"You can't hide from me forever, Tom," he said darkly. "I remember

what you have done, and I am coming for you. There is no escape,

and I will show you as much mercy as you have shown those you

have murdered."

The journalists were stunned into silence by his words, and Harry

took the opportunity to leave the chambers, only to be intruded

upon once more.

"So, where do we begin?" Charlus questioned as he fell into step

with Harry. "We both know the Ministry will balls this up."

"They will," Arcturus sighed. "Jenkins will bottle it. She hasn't got

the guts to pass that legislation, she's just buying time."

Harry nodded his agreement.

Somehow, whatever bill was put forward by Crouch would never be

ratified, but Harry had planned for that already.

"Gather the old crowd, as many as you can find," he instructed.

"We're going to war?" Charlus asked.

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Harry nodded severely.

"I think we've got one more in us," Arcturus snorted. "It will be like

old times."

"Only this one is on our doorstep," Harry pointed out.

The other two men sobered at the realisation.

"We'll gather them," Arcturus murmured. "They'll answer the call."

"Jenkins and Crouch won't like it," Charlus pointed out.

"What Jenkins and Crouch don't know won't hurt them," Harry

replied, eliciting matching smirks from the two men.

(Break)

Nursing a cup of coffee at his parents' kitchen table, Jack yawned

and took a sip of piping liquid, the burning sensation preventing

him from falling asleep where he sat.

Three attacks in three days meant that he had gotten next to no

sleep, and it didn't help that he couldn't shift the images of the

broken, mutilated bodies of the men and women that had been left

behind.

What was unfolding was concerning to say the least, and even his

usually unshakeable mother was not herself.

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Jack had not been alive during the war against Grindelwald, but he

imagined her demeanour had been similar then when his father was

away fighting on the continent.

"Why don't you get some sleep," she urged, pulling Jack from his

thoughts.

He shook his head and took another sip of his coffee.

"No, Dad said he needed to speak with me when he's back. I can

wait."

His mother gave him a tight smile, though she could not conceal her

worry.

"Is this what it was like before?" Jack asked.

Without hesitation, his mother nodded.

"I've spent much of my life worrying about your father in one way or

another," she snorted humourlessly. "The man is a magnet for

trouble, and if it doesn't find him, he has a way of finding it."

Jack chuckled as nodded his agreement, standing as his father

entered the kitchen.

"What's happening, Dad?"

Nothing was said whilst the man poured himself a coffee and took a

seat.

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"The aurors have been granted temporary leave to use lethal force

against him and his followers," Harry explained. "It won't last. Too

many will soon morally object or the other side will find an old law

of sorts that means permission will be rescinded. It could take

months or years for that to be changed."

"So, it will just be as it is?"

His father shook his head and Jack frowned thoughtfully.

"Whatever the Ministry says, you will use whatever force you deem

necessary," he instructed. "If that means I have to break into

Azkaban to get you out, then so be it."

Jack leaned back in his chair as he stared at the man.

"Do you think they would kill aurors?"

Harry nodded.

"Without hesitation," he answered severely.

Jack released a deep breath, doing his best to ignore the expression

of worry his mother wore.

"Your safety is paramount, Jack," his father spoke once more. "I do

not care what you have to do, who you have to piss off, you make

sure that you get home safely after every shift. Understood?"

Jack nodded and his father offered him a tired smile.

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"Good, now come with me, there's something I want you to have."

Jack followed his father from the kitchen and down the stairs into

the basement only a short walk away.

"What I'm going to give you is a very dangerous artefact to possess,"

Harry explained. "You can tell no one about it, not your mother, not

another soul."

"What is it?" Jack asked curiously.

He watched as his father removed a wand from within his sleeve, not

the one Jack had seen him use over the years.

This one was ivory coloured with a set of unrecognisable runes

etched into the side.

"This is a very special wand, Jack," his father explained. "Do you

remember The Tale of the Three Brothers?"

Jack remembered the story well.

It had been one of his favourites growing up.

"Are you telling me that is the deathstick?" he chuckled in

realisation.

His father nodded and Jack sobered immediately, his eyes bulging.

"Where did you get it from?" he whispered.

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"It has had many masters throughout its existence, and before me, it

belonged to Gellert Grindelwald. I took it after I killed him," his

father revealed. "My intention was to destroy it before I died, but I

think it would serve you best. Remember, tell no one of it, and when

the time is right, I want you to promise that you will destroy it."

Jack nodded solemnly as he eyed the wand.

"If it is so powerful, why don't you use it?" he asked curiously.

"Because my own wand is a much better match," his father explained

simply. "I have achieved some incredible things with it, and having

overcome so much adversity, things that you wouldn't believe, we

share a bond like no other."

Jack wasn't going to pretend to understand what had just been said.

"Disarm me," Harry instructed.

Hesitantly, Jack did so, and snatched the fabled wand from the air.

Immediately, he felt a wave of cold magic wash over him, chilling

him to the bone. It was as though the wand was assessing his

worthiness, and though the cold remained, it became almost a

welcoming feeling.

"Bloody hell," he gasped as he felt the power of the artefact running

through his veins.

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"Try it out," his father urged, gesturing to one of the training

dummies.

He looked on curiously as Jack cast a blasting charm, the younger

man's eyes widening at the results and rush of energy he felt escape

him.

The dummy was reduced to a pile of splinters that had been strewn

about the room, and as Jack looked upon the wand in wonder, he

could only shake his head in disbelief.

"Wow," he whispered.

His father nodded his agreement.

"The wand is powerful, but it is not unbeatable," the man warned.

"Many mans folly whilst owning it is believing it to be infallible. Do

not make the same mistake, Jack."

"I won't," Jack assured him, meeting the unnerving gaze that swept

over him.

When he was satisfied, his father deflated.

"There is one other thing I need you to promise me."

"Anything," Jack replied.

Harry gave him a sad smile.

"If you ever come across Lord Voldemort, I want you to run."

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"Run?"

"Run," his father confirmed. "For as good as you have become, and

even with the wand, it will not be enough. Promise me, Jack."

It was so unlike the man to ask such a thing of him, so Jack

understood the seriousness of the request.

"You're going to kill him, aren't you?"

"Only I can," his father answered ominously, "not because I am the

only one skilled enough to do so, or for any more glory to be heaped

upon me, but because it is the truth. I'm asking you to trust me Jack,

as I am trusting you."

Once more, Jack was at a loss, but he would not deny his father.

The man had never steered him wrong, and Jack would not doubt

him now.

"You can trust me, dad," he assured the man as he pulled him into a

hug. "I'll run if I have to."

"Good boy," Harry praised. "Do you think you'll be able to make it

to Rosa's game on Tuesday?"

Jack sighed as he shook his head.

"Unlikely," he replied apologetically. "I'll probably be on shift."

His father nodded his understanding.

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"Then I'll make sure I get you some of the stadium popcorn you

like."

Jack rolled his eyes.

"I'm not ten anymore, dad."

"No, but you're still my boy, no matter how big you think you are."

Jack could only laugh in response.

The reputation his father had was something he could never live up

to, and Jack had accepted that long ago.

Still, the reputation was not the man he had grown up with.

Harry Evans was revered by many for his achievements and his

incredible ability with magic, but to Jack, he had been the man to

take him to Quidditch matches, who taught him how to fly, and was

just as excited as his children on Christmas morning when he would

watch them open their presents.

Harry Evans was his father and had been a great one.

That was who he was to Jack.

Not the man who defeated Grindelwald, or slayed a dragon, but his

father; the kind, caring man who would do anything for his children

just to see them smile.

(Break)

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He had not called a meeting of his followers, and Lord Voldemort

had wondered why they had intruded upon him en mass, but as he

was handed and read the morning edition of The Daily Prophet, he

understood why.

How?

How had Evans identified him so quickly?

Had the Dark Lord underestimated the man's brilliance.

For a moment, he chided himself for using an anagram of his own

name to create his new alias.

Still, a smirk tugged at his lips, belying the fury that he felt within.

'I'm coming for you, Tom…'

Evans had the audacity to not only undermine him, but to threaten

him also.

How dare the foolish man do so.

Lord Voldemort shook his head of those thoughts.

Evans would get what was coming to him, but first, he needed to

handle his disgruntled followers that were looking at him

expectantly.

"Well?" Nott demanded impatiently. "Is what Evans said true?"

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Lord Voldemort nodded simply, eliciting furious whispers amongst

the lords and ladies within the room.

"He knows, or he has his suspicions we are involved," Lestrange

growled irritably. "How could he know?"

"Because Evans is a much smarter man than any of you give him

credit for," Nott replied. "He is no fool, nor is he a weak man. You

assured us you can defeat him. Do you stand by your word?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes at the man before he smiled.

"Evans would not know where to begin in killing me," he assured

Nott confidently. "He will die by my hand."

The lords and ladies whispered amongst themselves once more.

"Not that any of you are in a position to change your minds," the

Dark Lord continued. "You have pledged yourselves to me, have

accepted my mark. I would prefer that you comply with my wishes."

"And if we refuse?" Nott asked haughtily.

Voldemort smirked.

"Then all that awaits is either Azkaban when your part in the attacks

is revealed, or death at the hands of Evans. It is only me that stands

between either of those fates for all of you. However, I wish for

allegiance to continue where it began. We have a vision of what

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magical Britain should be, and I would like for us to achieve that

together."

"Like we have a choice," Nott muttered.

"There is always a choice," Voldemort countered, "but some are

much less pleasant and unrewarding than others. Keep the faith you

have shown in me, and what you reap will outweigh any sacrifice you

believe you have made."

"But you are a half-blood?" Nott pressed.

Voldemort nodded unashamedly.

"I am," he confirmed, "but also the rightful heir of Slytherin. You

have seen my power for yourselves. Do you truly doubt me now?"

His question was met with muttering, but none spoke against him

any further, and the Dark Lord stood.

"Perhaps another demonstration of what we can achieve is needed,"

he mused aloud.

"Another attack?" Lestrange asked excitedly.

Voldemort nodded as he pointed to an advertisement next to where

the article regarding him had been printed.

"A Quidditch match?" Nott asked suspiciously.

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"And whose daughter plays for the Holyhead Harpies?" Voldemort

replied with a smirk.

The lords and ladies looked at him in disbelief, most having been in

Slytherin and respecting a more cunning approach.

Evidently, they had not expected something so brazen.

"Are you certain of this, my lord?" Nott questioned.

"I am certain of everything I do, my friend," Voldemort replied with

a smirk.

(Break)

Rosa added the finishing touches to her braid, her preferred style

whilst she was playing. Her hair was long and thick and would blow

in her face if she did not keep it tamed.

She loved her hair.

It was the one thing that set her apart from the rest of the family

who all had a tone of deep brown bordering on black.

"So, you are going ahead with another season?" Julian questioned as

he entered their bedroom. "I thought we discussed this."

Rosa rolled her eyes at her husband.

"No, Julian, you discussed it," she replied irritably.

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The man's jaw tightened as he glared at her.

He was bitter that his own Quidditch career was on the decline.

Julian was still the seeker for the French national team, but that

position would soon be taken by another. His form was lapsing, and

he couldn't keep up with the younger players.

Rosa had no such problems.

If anything, her star continued to rise.

"I thought that we were going to have children," Julian grumbled.

"And we will," Rosa sighed. "When I'm finished playing."

"When will that be?"

Rosa shrugged.

"When I say that I'm done."

Julian snorted humourlessly and Rosa released a deep breath.

"There is no rush. My Aunt Dorea didn't have her son until she was

forty. I'm not even thirty-two yet. Charlus didn't mind waiting."

"So, I have to be just like Charlus Potter?" Julian snapped. "Or

would you prefer if I was just like your father?"

Rosa chuckled as she shook her head and stood.

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"Oh, my sweet husband, you could never compare to either of

them," she deadpanned. "You've been nothing but a complaining,

whiny, entitled bastard these past few years. You have a very easy life,

Julian. You have nothing to be bitter about. My father fought a war,

had to be away from his family, and watch many of his friends die,

but did he complain half as much as you do? No, he got on with it

and made something of himself. If I remember correctly, was it not

him that liberated your country? It was, he killed Grindelwald and

set your people free. If it wasn't for him, you and your family might

not even be here!"

Her voice had risen as she vented, and Julian only grew angrier as

she spoke.

"That's what this is all about, isn't it?" he growled. "No one could

ever be good enough for you."

Rosa shook her head as she deflated.

"You were good enough," she countered. "All I ever asked was that I

be allowed to play Quidditch, and you had no problem with it until

you decided it was no longer convenient for you. What is it, Julian?

Is it that my career is going so well whilst you are wilting away? That

is not my fault! Instead of smiling and waving for the cameras, why

don't you get your arse out on the Quidditch pitch and practice?"

"I am still the best seeker in France," Julian said hotly.

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"Barely," Rosa snorted, and her husband's cheeks reddened in a

mixture of anger and embarrassment.

His fist clenched, and for a moment, Rosa thought he might strike

her, but as she flicked her wand into her hand, he stilled.

"If you ever laid a hand on me, it would be the last thing you did,"

she warned.

Julian laughed.

"Your father would come for me," he mocked.

"He would," Rosa replied simply, "but he wouldn't get the chance. I

would make sure you never raised a hand to anyone again myself,"

she added as she stepped forward.

Julian stood tall, but Rosa did not back down and slapped him hard

across the face.

Julian staggered and looked at her in shock.

"I am Rosa fucking Evans," Rosa snarled, "It seems that you have

forgotten that."

With a final glare at her husband, she swept from the room

wondering just how her life had been entangled with such a pathetic

man.

It hadn't always been this way.

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Julian had once been sweet and charming, but he had never gotten

over his jealousy of Rosa's father and the other men she had in her

life. They were strong and accomplished men, and it wasn't as

though she had ever expected any to live up to them, but she

deserved to be respected and allowed to do what made her happy.

Rosa was tired of Julian's unnecessary envy and what he had become.

He was no longer the man she had fallen in love with, not even a

shadow of what he had once been.

(Break)

These were the days that Harry had come to live for. Other than

Jack who was on shift, his entire family were with him to watch

Rosa play in her first game of the Quidditch season.

Iris and Dahlia were by his side, both wearing Harpies' scarves, and

Jasmine was stood next to them with Bella and James.

Harry may or may not have taken them from the castle, but it wasn't

as though either of their parents would have minded.

Much to his relief, his three youngest daughters had returned to

England the year before, having grown tired of travelling and

wanting to settle down.

The twins were both working at the Ministry in the Department for

the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and Jasmine had

started her own business as a cursebreaker.

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Under Harry's guidance, each of them had also accumulated their

own wealth through investing as he continued to.

Through his own fortune, his children would never have any

financial concerns, but he was pleased to see that none of them had a

poor work ethic, something he and Minerva had both instilled

within them as they grew.

"When will it start?" James asked impatiently.

Bella rolled her eyes at the boy.

"You're so impatient, Potter."

James narrowed his eyes at the girl and Harry shot him a warning

look before he could make a comment that would land him in Bella's

bad books.

For the most part, the two got along, but James took too much joy in

annoying the older girl whenever he could, and Bella always took the

bait.

Thankfully, the commentator announced the teams before that

could happen, and Harry cheered with the rest of the crowd as Rosa

shot onto the pitch.

He couldn't be prouder of his older daughter.

Perhaps if there hadn't have been a war or Voldemort hanging over

him, Harry would have tried to play professionally.

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It had only been a few years prior that Rosa had managed to beat

him in a seeker's duel for the first time, and though Harry had not

practiced much since his children had left home, he hadn't made any

excuses.

It had become another point of pride for him.

Although he wasn't widely known for it, he knew he was an

excellent player, but Rosa had finally surpassed him.

She had been elated but also apologetic.

'Never apologise for being better than someone.'

That was what he had said to Rosa as he had hugged her.

Harry smiled as he watched her flying around the pitch, the very

same way he had taught her from when she had been little more

than a toddler.

Where had the years gone?

"YOU DIRTY BASTARD!" James shouted as one of the opposing

beaters aimed a bludger at Rosa, missing her by only an inch or so.

"James!" Minerva chided, raising an eyebrow as Bella followed suit,

offering a rude gesture at the man as he flew past them.

Harry simply chuckled at the duo though he stiffened as he felt a

familiar chill begin to seep into his bones.

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Without hesitation, he drew his wand and the crowd began to

silence, they too becoming aware of it.

"What's happening?" Minerva asked worriedly.

"Dementors," Harry murmured. "Expecto Patronum."

Minerva and his three daughters followed his lead, and his grim, a

cat, a pair of wolves, and a large elephant began zooming around the

stadium, seeking out any threat.

Much to Harry's surprise, a vixen shot from Bella's wand and joined

them.

He nodded approvingly.

Harry had been teaching the girl as he had his own children how to

produce a patronus, and she had evidently been practicing.

The cold suddenly grew more prominent as swathes of dementors

swarmed the stadium, looking to feast on the heightened

atmosphere.

Knowing that his patronus would keep them at bay, Harry was

pleased to see others join the fray from the crowd, but his eyes were

sweeping across the stadium.

The dementors would only be the beginning, after all.

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"You are all to stay with your mother, no matter what happens,"

Harry said firmly. "You too James, Bella."

None argued with him, and it was only a few seconds later that the

screams started from around the stadium.

Death Eaters.

Whipping his wand around his head in a circular motion, Harry

lassoed one a few rows ahead of him and the man screamed as the

burning chain seized him around the neck.

With a slight tug, his head was removed from his shoulders.

In the meantime, several people had cast the Dark Mark into the

sky, and chaos had erupted as the crowd began to panic.

Harry, however, remained calm.

He was no stranger to this and had been preparing for it for decades.

Spotting his next target who was attempting to curse another family,

Harry turned to his own.

"Remember what I said."

With that, he vanished and appeared behind another Death Eater.

The man unleashed a screech of agony that reverberated around the

stadium as Harry removed his left arm with cleaving curse.

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Whomever was beneath the black robes collapsed to the ground,

nursing what remained of the limb and Harry watched as the

dismembered part of the arm rolled away in morbid fascination.

Catching a glimpse of a familiar tattoo, Harry summoned it towards

him before jabbing the tip of the want into the cooling flesh.

He could feel the waning magic of the mark, but before it could

vanish entirely, he hissed, hoping that his efforts would not be in

vain.

Almost immediately, more screams rang out around the ground, and

Harry doubled down on his efforts as he disappeared once more.

Only a second later, he was in the centre of the Quidditch pitch that

both teams had evacuated, and he pointed his wand above to the

half dozen or so Dark Marks hanging prominently.

He would not allow this to become a victory for Tom.

As he had seen the man do himself so many years prior when he'd

faced off with Dumbledore in the Ministry of Magic, Harry took a

deep breath and hissed into his hand.

Breathing outwards, an enormous basilisk made of searing flames

burst forth, and under Harry's direction, immolated the marks that

rained down around him.

By now, the Death Eaters had vanished, but they had done their

damage.

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Several people were being tended to, but Harry's eyes were fixed on

one spot in the stadium.

He couldn't see his foe, but Harry knew Tom was there, lurking in

the shadows.

Dissipating his serpent with a wave of his wand, Harry placed the

tip to his throat, pleased that the collective efforts of him, his family,

and the others able to conjure a patronus had sent the dementors

fleeing.

(Break)

Lord Voldemort glared balefully from the top box belonging to the

Rosiers at the man who had foiled his plan. How Evans had

manipulated his mark, he knew not, but it was something he would

need to address.

"COME OUT, TOM," the man goaded. "OR ARE YOU TOO

COWARDLY?"

The Dark Lord growled, his hand twitching towards his wand.

Evans knew he was here, knew exactly where he was.

His sense of magic was keen, Voldemort would concede that.

Although the two could not see eye to eye, there was no mistaking

that Evans' own gaze was transfixed on him.

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Voldemort's nostrils flared irritably.

His plan was to disrupt the game, kill some members of the crowd,

and leave the stadium burning as he and his followers retreated.

The pictures in the following edition of The Daily Prophet would

have been glorious, and he would have proven to his Death Eaters

that they had made the right choice.

Voldemort's stare shifted to the large contingency of aurors pouring

into the stadium and he smirked to himself.

"TOM, LET'S NOT WAIT ANY LONGER," Evans called.

A red-hot fury burned within the Dark Lord at the mention of the

name his weak mother had bestowed upon him, and nothing would

have given him greater pleasure than to accommodate the request.

Killing Evans in front of such a large crowd would have not only

been poetic but would have shown wizarding Britain just who the

stronger, better man was.

As he was weighing up the pros and cons of doing so, Evans had

not been idle, and Voldemort's eyes widened as a pink bolt was fired

towards him.

Throwing himself to the ground, his ears began to ring as the box he

had been seeking refuge in was blown apart, the walls and windows

showering his downed form in glass, wood, and mortar.

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It was humiliating to find himself in such a position.

It reminded the Dark Lord of the night he had overheard the

conversation between Evans and McGonagall and the man had tried

to kill him.

He had been but a boy then, but that was no longer the case.

Pushing himself to his feet, he readied himself, only to duck as

another spell whizzed past his head, the heat blistering the skin on

his cheek.

"TOM YOU BASTARD, STOP HIDING!"

The Dark Lord covered his head as bolts of lightning crackled

around him.

He shook his head in anger.

Now was not the time to fight Evans.

The man's day would come, but now was not it.

Having made his decision, Lord Voldemort reached for his portkey

and was met by the furious visage of Harry Evans who had arrived

in a column of fire, his wand aloft and an enormous, black serpent

poised and ready to strike from within his skin.

If the Dark Lord was not so certain of his own ability, he may have

felt fear, but it was only frustration that tore through him as he

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activated his portkey and was whisked away from Wales, the cursing

of the man he'd left behind ringing in his ears.

(Break)

Rosa had grown up hearing the rumours of her father's feats in

magic, the ruthlessness he could show to his enemies and those that

attempted to harm people he cared for, but she had never seen that

side to him.

Harry Evans truly was the epitome of a gentle man, always calm,

always kind, and always courteous to all.

What she had witnessed in the past few minutes, however, was a

stranger in her father's skin, a monster, but not the kind that was to

be feared.

As he had during the war against Grindelwald, he had not hesitated

to spring into action, to defend those that could not defend

themselves, and though she was taken aback, she had never been

prouder to be his daughter.

Rosa had never resented her upbringing but having Harry and

Minerva Evans for parents meant that there had always been

expectations of her.

She had proven herself to be a brilliant witch, but she had chosen to

play Quidditch instead of pursuing anything academic to escape the

comparisons.

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Rosa loved the sport more than anything, but she couldn't deny that

to a degree she had used it to escape the wide shadow her parents

cast around them.

Now, however, she understood.

She understood what it was her mother had endured whilst her

father had been away fighting, understood the horror the man must

have witnessed, all in the name of doing what was right, and as he

reappeared in the stands where her family had stood and defended

those around them, she ran to him, almost feeling like a little girl

again.

"Dad!" she choked in relief, not realising that she had been crying

until she was safely in her arms.

Nowhere had ever felt safer than here.

"It's alright," her father soothed gently, and Rosa shuddered as his

protective magic washed over her.

"Did you get him?" her mother asked.

Her father shook her head.

"He ran," he explained. "Are you all okay?"

They were quite shaken by what had happened, but none had been

harmed and Rosa wrapped an arm around James and Bella as her

father pulled them close to him.

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Both were trembling, terrified by what had unfolded around them.

"Are you okay, Harry?" her mother pressed gently.

Rosa looked up at her father as he nodded, his eyes ablaze in an

anger that was so unfamiliar to the woman.

This was the man Charlus Potter, Arcturus, and all the others that

had been to war with him spoke of; The Serpent, the vanquisher of

Grindelwald, and after what had happened here, there was nowhere

else Rosa would rather be.

"I know this isn't the right time, but can I come home with you?"

Rosa asked quietly.

"Of course," her father answered. "Do you need a few days?"

Rosa shook her head.

"I want to come home, dad," she replied simply. "Julian…"

She felt her father stiffen.

He had never approved of her husband but had respected her choice

when she had decided to marry him.

"If he has hurt you…"

Rosa shook her head.

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"I am your daughter, dad," she said firmly. "He couldn't hurt me if

he tried. It's just not what it used to be. He's not the man I married."

Her father simply nodded, and her mother looked at her worriedly.

"Would you like me to get your things?"

"Will you kill him?"

"More than likely," her father sighed. "I'll send Jack."

Rosa huffed, though a smile tugged at her lips.

Jack was just as protective over her as her father, and if Julian tried to

make a fuss as to what was happening, it would not end well for who

she planned on soon being her ex-husband.

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I missed this chapter when you posted it. Strong, dramatic stuff.

Good pay-off. Good action, tension and character moments.

Thank you very much for another fantastic chapter

Hoping Harry and his war mates go on the offensive to show those

stuck up purebloods that this was a horrible idea in both concept and

practice.

I mean, I really want to see a timeline where the deatheaters are

nipped quickly or never reach the point where they are considered

boogeymen and are instead looked down upon as just terrorist

criminals.

This was an amazing chapter. I enjoyed exploring Harry's

relationship with his children; it's all very heartwarming and

amazing to experience, especially since the Canon Harry didn't get

the chance to enjoy familial relationships.

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As far as Tom's concerned, I'm looking forward to experiencing

Harry humbling his very inflated ego. Despite anyone's prowess,

there's always someone that CAN match them if not beat them.

As usual, great chapter. Would love to see the reactions of Tom's

followers, those who might have been thinking about following him

(Walburga Black, I'm looking at you!) and also of those who are

aligned with Harry.

Seems like Tommy boy did himself no favors by going to that

stadium.

As satisfying as it was to watch Harry kill those Death Eaters,

remember that their Wizengamot supporters will call them "Fine,

upstanding citizens who were brutally murdered for being in the

wrong place at the wrong time." Totally ignoring the fact that they

were in full Death Eater regalia attacking innocent bystanders when

they were killed.

Let us hope that Harry can shove through a "Veratiserum for all

terrorists" remit through.

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Following Tom won't be so attractive after this confrontation. By

refusing to engage Harry, he's established: 1). Harry's the more

powerful of the two; and/or, 2) he's a coward. Either way, he's not

the horse to back. Getting on Harry's bad side is proof positive that

wizard is a dead man walking.

Looks like Harry had Julian pegged early on. Rosa wouldn't be the

first woman to fall for an athletic, smooth talker.

Hope things work out for Jack. He's an easily exploitable target

considering he's an Auror and Tom has followers in the Ministry.

An ambush should not be too difficult to set up. Harry will need to

put the fear of Harry into anyone thinking about cooperating with

that plan.

Dam to short

Hahahahaha, Tom certainly got the raw end of the deal there! Poor

bastard. Hope Harry doesn't lose any children to the bastard. The

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Elder Wand is quite the prize, but I don't see how Tom would know

about that now.

Great chapter!

Rosa don't like the frogs as all things should be

Ahhhhh...Baron You Are A Beast man felt the chills run down my

spine just for the hell of it I am going all the way back to chapter one

and I am binging this story again oh my God another Perfection my

guy you are a god amongst us Mortals LOL.

Well, I guess Jack is soon to be a gonner and that's how Voldemort

gets the Elder Wand to force there to be at least somewhat of an

"equal" fight. I hope I'm wrong and Harry giving up the wand

wasn't just a plot device (though I know its already been written

either way.)

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I hope you're wrong!

Thank you for the chapter. :D

I believe it was the wrong move of Voldemort to run rather than to

fight. Everything what he has shown is that he is a croward.

He may think that his Horcrux will protect him. But I still don't

think so they are able to do so. It's more so that I won't be suprised

if a Horcrux itself would keep a soul between live and death.

Hopefully hurting the not alive soul within the ornament and also

the part that is killed.

The purebloods that already aligned with him and took the mark are

a lost cause. Maybe as a teacher he will prevent at least the next

generation to join him.

Hopefully the students will follow his path rather than the one of

their parents.

It's sad for Rosa that her marriage doesn't work out. But I hope that

it will turn out good for her. Even if I have the feeling that Julian

will do something stupid. He feels just so insecure ... what will he do

after having seen Harry act just now?

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Ohhh things are heating up now!!! Yea Tom is gonna have trouble

getting new supporters now that his blood status has been revealed,

is Tom really the Heir of Slytherin officially or is it just another self

styled title? Harry should visit Gringotts and see if he can claim

Slytherin for himself

Dude, Gringotts having Slytherin Vault and stuff is not canon.

So is the lord ring granting magical powers and other related bs.

I'm pretty sure The Baron won't fall for the overused trope of

Lord Slytherin.

You are totally right. There is not a thing like that in

canon, and it is not going to happen.

I think he more so means if he can claim the title of

Slytherin's heir instead of Tom, not if he can claim vaults

and other items.

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Very interested to see what Tom will do once he has lost all his

followers, either to Harry or Azkaban. He'll be desperate to prove he

isn't the pretender we all know he is

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