Author's Note—Thank you for choosing to read Harry Potter and the Decree of Hogwarts! The first four chapters have been revamped, since I thought some of you might enjoy a few extra details. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it. I encourage you to review, as I am apt to read those reviews, and in turn, read your stories. Also, if you're interested, please look at my Harry Potter poem, Ghost Dances, and my recently posted version of the last several pages of the seventh book. Remember always,
"Never tickle a sleeping dragon!" –Hogwarts Motto
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As Harry huddled in the crumbling remains of his bedroom, he at first believed the harsh screech to be the remnants of another dream. It was hard to tell, whether or not he was dreaming, as both realities were now equally unbearable. Dudley had made a similar sound, but no—that wasn't right, because he was already dead, all of the Dursleys were. Killed, in an airplane crash on a vacation to Australia. Harry remembered watching the news that day, delighting in the freedom to switch between stations. He remembered watching the report about a crashed airplane, diverting his attention to the story. However, it had been at that moment another death eater raid swept through the neighborhood, shaking the house and downing power lines. They weren't even looking for him; Voldemort no longer cared about him. Voldemort had won, and everyone knew it. Harry was certain Dumbledore had placed a Fidelius charm on the house anyway, though in the depths of a place in his mind Harry tried to abandon, he almost wished they would come, ending his sleepless nights for good.
"Don't think that way," he chided himself. "There's Ron and Hermione to think about…and what about the prophecy?"
The prophecy had been weighing heavily on Harry's mind over the last few weeks. Could he really have the power to put an end to this mess?
"Don't be ridiculous," he thought to himself. "What are you going to do, ambush Godric's hollow?" Voldemort no longer cared about murdering him personally. All of his death eaters were given the order to bring him in dead or alive long ago. He would be killed before he got within thirty feet of his old home.
Harry hadn't been invited to go to Australia. He hadn't wanted to, it was his last summer as a Hogwarts student, possibly his last summer alive, and he wanted to enjoy every painful moment. He stirred slightly, as a piece of plaster from the ceiling dusted his head with a fine white powder. However, it was the obnoxious snores of Mrs. Figg's cats that finally aroused him from his uneasy sleep, only to find a stark white owl staring sternly at him.
"Hedwig!" he cried, smiling for the first time in months. "I was beginning to think something had happened. What've you got that's so urgent?" Owls were rarely sent anymore; many were tracked to their owners, who were then slaughtered. Again, Harry was forced to hide without any communication to the outside world. However, this time, he had been promised a promotion into the Order of the Phoenix, and so he reluctantly agreed. Ironically, the Order brought about sickened laughs among most wizards. They were outnumbered one hundred to one by Voldemort supporters. Death eaters picked them off like squirming ants. With a slightly nauseous feeling, Harry opened the enveloped and read, praying it wasn't another announcement of death:
Dear Harry Potter,
If you are reading this letter, I have unleashed the Decree of Aurora Borealis, a weapon destined to bring about the downfall of Voldemort. As it turns out, Dolores Umbridge was absolutely correct about my developing a secret weapon! But the weapon was on my desk the entire time. However, in order to make this weapon powerful enough to truly create a formidable opposition to Voldemort, I have had to make a most significant sacrifice, that sacrifice being my life. Please do not mourn me, for I stand by the statement I made to you not so many years ago…I never truly leave those who leave their loyalty with me. You are my son, Harry, in every sense of the word, although we do not share common blood. I am so proud of you, for I already know what you have accomplished and what you will accomplish, because you could do no less.
After you are through reading this letter, do not mourn for me. Tap your wand to this paper. Only your wand will activate the weapon. I am with your parents, Sirius, and my dear wife Aurora. We are all with you, if only you believe we are. I have enclosed Hogwarts Express tickets. Ron and Hermione have been sent letters and tickets as well, it is imperative that you board the train promptly after reading this letter. Do not wait, in case this owl has been intercepted. Staff and Order Members have been alerted and will know how to help you.
Harry, I love you as I loved Hogwarts, and always will.
--Albus
Harry wasn't sure how to react--naturally, he felt hatred, anger, sadness, but also, he felt a strange sense of, something he couldn't put his finger on…hope? At a loss for emotions, he pulled out his wand and tapped the letter, his hand surprisingly steady. He watched in amazement as the paper filled with an exuberant golden color and the letters rearranged to form new words. At last, he held before him, the Decree of Aurora Borealis: the weapon destined to help him bring about the end of the third dark age.
Aurora Borealis University
A Wizard Advanced Study and Combat Preparation Facility
Proudly Founded by A. and A. Dumbledore
Location: Known to those who need to know. Under the secure protection and wards of the contract hereby released to the new headmaster, listed below. Please see headmaster for further details.
Houses: Named after Phoenixes of R. Ravenclaw, G. Griffyndor, S. Slytherin, and H. Hufflepuff, are as follows. Students shall be sorted based on the Wizarding Aptitude Neurological Dissertation (W.A.N.D.) entrance examinations, following a sorting hat ceremony. Sorting Hat is ready and waiting at the facilities.
Raewing--Accepting those of exceeding wit and intelligence.
Farwal--Accepting those of exceeding bravery and loyalty
Vipertor--Accepting those of exceeding power and ambition
Silvertil--Accepting those of exceeding ethic and dedication
Staff: Enclosed is the list of the staff members. These have been hand selected by Phoenix Order members due to their performances in academic matters, and life-threatening situations. Positions are non-negotiable.
Dark Arts Application: Professor H. Granger
Transmogrification and Arithmancy Application: Professor G. Weasley (Head of Raewing House)
Hexology and Charmology: Professor R. Weasley (Head of Farwal House)
Advanced Herbology: Professor Longbottom (Head of Silvertil House)
Necromancy: Professor Lovegood (Head of Vipertor House)
Astrology and Divination: Professor Bane
Mastery of Magical Creatures: Professor Hagrid
(Due to the accelerated nature of these courses, no further courses are available. Students will also be expected to attend daily combat training sessions to be headed by heads of houses.)
Deputy Headmistress: Hermione Granger
Deputy Headmaster: Ron Weasley
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Headmaster: Harry Potter