LAST TIME:

"Very well, this court finds Cornelius Fudge is found guilty of the following charges: Suppression of freedom of speech and the freedom of media, wiping and sabotage of evidence, sabotage of national security, and multiple counts of money laundering, abuse of power, and bribery. He is declared innocent on the charge of supporting terrorists against the nation." Marchbanks declared with pursed lips.

"Now, according to the law, Mr. Fudge should get… more than two hundred years in prison, considering we do not know the exact count. But, the main charge was high treason, which shall warrant immediate execution. So, everyone in favor of clearing the accused of the charge of high treason, tap your wands on your tables."

Around the chamber, tables glowed, registering their vote.

"And, all those who find Cornelius Fudge guilty of high treason, tap your wands now."

Several tables glowed, including Harry's own, registering his vote.

Marchbanks waited for a minute before clearing her throat. "In the favor of charging Mr. Fudge with high treason, we have seventy-nine percent of votes. Cornelius Fudge is found guilty of high treason against the state. As per the law of Section E clause four, all of his assets now belong to the state and Mister Fudge shall be executed at sundown today."

As Marchbanks said this, she picked up the eagle-feather quill on her table and snapped it in half before putting it back down on the table.

"Take him away."

Ch.66 Parabellum

29th December 1995

Courtroom Twelve, British Ministry of Magic

"And, with eighty-nine percent of the votes, I declare Amelia Seraphina Bones as the new Minister of Magic." Marchbanks' voice boomed through the chamber before it was drowned under thunderous applause from the members of the Wizengamot.

Up on his chair, Harry smirked slightly as he continued to clap his hands in light applause for the woman standing on the stage in the center of the courtroom alongside Pius Thicknesse and Tiberius Ogden.

Sirius, Madame Longbottom, Lord Greengrass, and a few other members of the Order had passed the motion to hold immediate elections for a permanent Minister of Magic. Once the motion had been passed, Dumbledore himself had stood up and recommended Amelia's name which Harry had immediately backed up, followed by Lord Greengrass.

A moment later, Carrow had suggested Pius Thicknesse for the position, backed up by Jugson and Lord Rosier. A lady from the Order of Merlin seats had suggested Ogden's name and was backed up by Odgen's friends, Lord Fenwick and Lady Dearborn.

The three had given a short speech before the voting began. Needless to say, Amelia won both because of her prepared speech, her reputation, and the ones who had backed her name.

Harry noted carefully that Ogden gave a slight bow and a friendly smile to Amelia before returning to his seat while Pius Thicknesse stormed back, a thunderous expression on his face.

'Undoubtedly one of Voldemort's or his supporters,' Harry mused, drumming his fingers on his table.

"Members of Wizengamot," Amelia addressed. "Thank you for the trust you have shown in me. promise to lead the ministry with my full integrity in these turbulent times. I, Amelia Seraphina Bones, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of the Minister of Magic of magical Britain, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend magic and the magical beings of Britain."

The last part was carefully read off a piece of parchment Marchbanks had handed to her.

Applause filled the hall as Amelia took Fudge's ring and slipped it on her left hand, affirming that she was now the Minister of Magic until her term ended.

As the applause died out, Amelia smiled grimly. "Now, for some concerning matters that must immediately be addressed. There is no fixed Head of DMLE at this moment as I have taken the office of the Minister of Magic. And it falls amongst my responsibility as the minister to elect one now. I hereby declare ex-hit wizard Alastor Moody as my Head of DMLE."

Harry choked on his spit.

That had not been a part of the plan. Or even thought of.

But it was a Brilliant move. Capital B is fully deserved.

Alastor Moody as the Head of the DMLE would make every Death Eater tremble. His reputation as the most dangerous hit wizard was, after all, unmatched by anyone, including Amelia Bones or Rufus Scrimgeour combined.

Murmurs filled the courtroom at the declaration before it turned into applause.

"Thank you. A more detailed list of the actions that my administration will take shall be declared soon. Our top priority will be to protect citizens of Magical Britain and ensure that the terrorists are caught and serve their appropriate punishment." She added before taking the seat beside Marchbanks.

"Thank you, Minister Bones. Now, I think that it is long overdue to break for Lunch. We shall take a ninety-minute break and reconvene at— Quarter past three."

With a bang of her gavel, the Aurors moved to ensure everyone left the courtroom in an orderly manner while the doors opened.

With a crack of his joints, Harry rose from his seat before kicking his legs around slightly to get the blood flowing. Some of the procession had taken too long, especially the motion to raise election and what followed after.

With a tap of his wand on the disc, the shield around him deactivated in a flash of yellow light.

"Come, Harry. Let's congratulate auntie." Susan said, grabbing his arm, making Harry blink as he was pulled down the stairs by Susan toward her aunt.

On the way, Sirius and Lord Greengrass shot him an amused look, making Harry roll his eyes.

Despite his external amusement, one thing remained. He, and the whole magical world, was at war.

29th December 1995

Headmaster Office, Hogwarts

With a stifled yawn, Harry sank into the plush armchair in Dumbledore's office before massaging his head, trying to soothe the headache that he had developed through the day. And it had been one long day.

Across him, Dumbledore sat in his chair, looking as tired as Harry.

"Lemon drop, Harry?"

"A pepper-up potion should be better," Harry murmured, taking one of the candies and popping it into his mouth while Dumbledore did the same.

"I find that taking a pepper-up before bed is more detrimental than useful," He said serenely while sucking on the lemon drop.

Harry sighed before looking back at the Headmaster. "Sir, why didn't you take back your position as the Chief Warlock today?"

"Harry, having Gellert on the loose, alongside Voldemort complicates matters. You might be wise and powerful beyond your years but you didn't see the war that Gellert had waged. Even at the height of his power, Voldemort was limited to the British Isles apart from a few instances. Gellert Grindelwald had made the world tremble. He once almost razed Paris to the ground, Harry. And would've been successful in wiping Paris off the map in its entirety had it not been for Nicholas and Perenell Flamel's intervention."

"I have heard of that. He manipulated his Protego Diabolica to act like Fiendfyre, didn't he?"

"The other way round. Fiendfyre, I believe, was the core spell but that hardly matters. As of now, Harry, the whole magical world, across the globe is in a state of panic. Several nations have declared national emergencies while every magical fighting force is on high alert. The ICW meeting, as you know, has been scheduled for tomorrow, at ten-thirty, British time in ICW HeadQuarters in Geneva. And my presence on the international stage takes precedence."

"I am assuming that it is going to be a long day for you tomorrow as well."

"Both of us actually. You, my boy, are coming with me alongside Amelia, and a guard of Aurors." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling as tirelessly as ever.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Harry."

"But why?"

"Because the world needs to see its heroes standing side by side," Dumbledore replied with a grimace. "We just went toe to toe with Grindelwald and Voldemort, Harry. The world knows it and is already proclaiming us as its saviors."

With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, a newspaper flew from somewhere and landed in front of Harry, prompting him to pick it up.

It was the morning paper of 'The New York Ghost'. On its front page was a photo of Dumbledore and Harry standing side by side as they fought Grindelwald and Voldemort.

'This one is still better than the Prophet's who did nothing but sing our praises.' Harry mused as he skimmed through the text. It did praise his and Dumbledore's efforts and their willingness to stand on the side of the truth despite what the 'Corrupt government and newspapers of Magical Britain' proclaimed. But it was still a good report as compared to… whatever the Prophet had printed.

"Similar articles have been printed in newspapers across the world," Dumbledore added. "A bit different in a few, but every one of them has a paragraph dedicated to us. In such a situation, I feel that your presence alongside my own would be beneficial to let us say… establish control over the rampaging panic the world is in."

"And you will be reclaiming the position of the Supreme Mugwump, I assume?"

"I don't think I would get the option to refuse, Harry. The current Supreme Mugwump has resigned as of two hours ago following the news of Grindelwald's escape from the most secure prison in the world and the ICW having no clue of it."

"Seems a bit suspicious, doesn't it? No one knew about the escape of the worst prisoner in the world until he revealed himself to the world on his terms? We do not even know when he escaped."

"It does indeed," Dumbledore nodded. "This couldn't be possible without inside help. Lord Voldemort, while, is indeed capable of breaking into the prison, but escaping with Gellert Grindelwald in tow without the whole ICW war wizard squad being alerted is something that even he couldn't do. Gellert was the most secure prisoner in the world, Harry. The enchantments on his chains, cell, and the whole prison were modified by the greatest wizards and witches to walk on earth, including myself and the Flamels. Not even a bird could enter the prison without alerting the wardens."

"And yet, Voldemort did and escaped with the most secure prisoner in the world. First Azkaban and the Nurmengard Castle. The worst and the most secure prisons in the world were raided by Voldemort successfully. What's next?"

"Indeed," Dumbledore agreed, stroking his beard.

"Sir, you fought against Grindelwald and defeated him… How bad do you think the situation can turn out to be?"

"The one we currently find ourselves in? A Magical World War at the minimum. At the worst, annihilation of muggles and muggle-borns alongside a good part of the magical community."

Harry gulped ever so slightly at the grave tone. He had prepared for Voldemort. Studied each of his techniques and duels. But the addition of Grindelwald was worrying. There was no telling what the two monsters could do together. The mission at first had been simple. Find Voldemort's Horcruxes and destroy them before going for Voldemort. Harry had been sure that under the combined might of the headmaster and himself, Voldemort would be crushed.

Now… Grindelwald was there to balance the scale out. Even tip it in the other side's favor if the number of witches and wizards who supported Grindelwald's ideology were anything to go by. The hatred for Muggles was something common in every magical community across the world.

"Harry," Dumbledore called, snapping him out of his thoughts. "This wand… Grindelwald is back to reclaim it. A few months back, you told me that you could bind the wand to yourself, and then, no one would be capable of using it, bar you and your children. So, I urge you to take this wand from me."

Harry pursed his lips as Dumbledore laid the Death Stick on the desk between them.

"Not now, professor. I have told you before. The wand is the safest in your hands as of now. Hold on to it."

"Harry, this is the most powerful wand in the world. I have experienced its power. It is no joke. It is capable of bending the laws. It is capable of making an above-average magical practitioner into a titan of magic. In your hands, it would do wonders."

"Sir, the problem is that if I am killed, the wand will go to my killer with probably the same power I would wield it with. I theorize so, at least. Right now, it is a better-than-average wand in my eyes. Powerful, yes. But its potential is still locked. Once I unlock it with the Peverell blood, and in case I am killed, the wand might go into the hands of the killer with its unlocked potential rather than as it is now."

"But you said that binding the wand to yourself—"

"What I meant was that disarming me won't cut it once I bind the wand to myself. Or even defeating me. I must be killed."

"And you're afraid that if Voldemort or Grindelwald kills you then…"

"They would be more powerful than ever. Or so I think. Sir, if it had been possible to forever bind the wand to a bloodline, we Peverells would've done it long ago, I feel."

"And this is all assumption?"

"Of a sort. The binding ritual for the hallows is merely a modified version of the standard binding ritual. And the hallows are artifacts of immeasurable potential. Nothing is concrete. I can just tell you this. If I take that wand from you, and then bind it to myself, I won't lose that wand unless I am killed. But, it is possible that the power of the wand, once I am killed, won't get locked back to the state it is in right now. It might. It might not. But, the binding is not absolute."

Dumbledore nodded grimly before taking his wand back.

"Someday though, you would've to take it. I am an old man, Harry. And I would sleep in peace knowing that the successor of this wand, and my mantle is you rather than someone else."

"Someday, professor. For now, the wand is the safest in your hands. It will balance out the negatives of your age, giving you an edge in the coming battle. Plus, you have held the wand for almost fifty years. You know of its power and know how to wield it. When I feel it is necessary, I will take the wand. Today is not the day."

"Very well. But, do not let the wand fall into the hands of either Voldemort or Grindelwald, Harry. Destroy it if needed. Do anything. But don't let it fall into their hands."

"I understand," Harry nodded grimly. "Whatever it takes."

30th December 1995

ICW HeadQuarters, Geneva

Footsteps echoed across the gleaming marble floor as the British contingent made their way toward the ICW chambers where the emergency session was to be held. Harry glanced at his watch.

Twelve minutes to the meeting.

The British contingent was going to be the last one to arrive in the hall.

As the guards at the door, both wearing dark navy blue uniforms pulled the ornate doors open, allowing sounds of chatter to fill the corridor.

Amelia passed the threshold first followed by Dumbledore, Harry, and the rest of the group, consisting of three hit wizards and the new Head of Foreign Affairs, Katherine Morton. She had succeeded Percy Weasley a few months ago when he had been promoted to the Junior undersecretary of the Minister of Magic.

The chatter around the hall began to cease as the diplomats saw who had entered the hall. Almost all eyes in the hall were trained on Dumbledore and Harry.

Harry too, decided to take a look around the ornate chamber and its occupants as he fell in step with Dumbledore.

He recognized a few faces. Most, he didn't.

He felt a gentle Legilimency probe on his mind and turned to Dumbledore.

'The contingent in the immediate center is the Indian Contingent. The Indian Minister is the one in the off-white colored clothing while beside him sits his Foreign Affairs Minister. They are surrounded by India's fabled Shakti Council.'

Harry's breath hitched.

The Shakti Council. India's deadliest defense force, and if the whispers were to be believed, the world's deadliest magical force. It consisted of only twenty-four witches and wizards. Twelve Masters. Twelve Apprentices. Trained in every form of battle magic there was along with muggle fighting.

And, they usually worked in teams. There were four of them present in the chamber right there and all were masters if their age was anything to go by.

'World's Deadliest Force.' Harry sent back.

'Even if it is a tad debatable, but, yes. In the country with the most magical population in the world, they play quite a role in maintaining national peace and security, especially from some of India's neighbors and cults formed within the country. Had it not been for them, several Dark Lords or similar terrorist cults would've plagued the world, especially the Asian countries.'

'Can one of us take them down if it comes to it? Because if we can, so could Grindelwald or Voldemort.'

'The whole force at once? A big no. Half of it? Quite Debatable. A fourth of it? Definitely.' Dumbledore replied. 'Each Witch and Wizard in the force, at least the masters, have Alastor's level of skills and experience at the minimum if not more. So, even twelve Alastor Moodys is something that I would be reluctant to face at once.'

Harry gave him a mental nod as his eyes moved on to the next contingent of wizards and witches.

'The Chinese minister for foreign affairs and their Head of Law enforcement, General Lutkin. Not the most cooperative bunch around, but I believe that they would pledge their support if they think that they'll benefit from it. Next up, we have the French Contingent. Minister Jean-Claude is in conversation with the Japanese Minister of Magical Defense.'

'Where's the Japanese Contingent?'

'Three rows up, toward the extreme right. Those girls with the staves are quite deadly.'

Harry's eyes moved toward the mentioned girls, all of whom were standing near the wall, holding staves in their hands. Not wands but staves.

'Their attacks will hold more power than intricacies. Also, the possibility of transfiguration remains limited to basic conjuration unless they are exceptionally well trained.' Harry mused before jumping back in a fraction of a second to stop himself from bumping into Amelia, who had stopped all of á sudden.

"Headmaster, I think you should sit at the center," Amelia said briskly, looking at the arrangement of seats.

"Quite the contrary, Amelia. I am afraid that I will soon have to get up. You sit at the center while Miss Morton might sit next to you along with Harry. The rest can sit on the three chairs behind us."

Amelia nodded and took her seat before the rest followed.

"Professor, how many do you think will pitch their support against Grindelwald and Voldemort? Twenty years ago, when Voldemort was on the rise, only a few countries of the ICW had given their support to Britain and that too wasn't much as far as fighting or manpower was concerned."

Dumbledore ran his hand through his beard before glancing around the chamber.

"The French are definitely going to pitch their full support against Grindelwald. So is the United States." He said in a quiet voice. "Italy might or might not give their full support but will provide namesake help. Same with China and Japan to some extent. The help from the Japanese is debatable because of the United States supporting the fight against Grindelwald."

"What of India and other Asian countries?" Harry asked. "They have unparalleled manpower and their magical techniques are a little different as compared to western countries"

"The boundaries of magical Asia are not quite as defined as their muggle counterparts. For instance, magicals don't recognize Pakistan or Bangladesh as a country officially. There are… let us say cults in those areas that don't support the Indian Government but they still fall under the Indian Jurisdiction. Sri Lanka, while its own country, will follow India's footsteps as they always have."

"So, all depends on India? What do you think they'll do?"

"India is the crown of Magical Asia, Harry. It is rightfully called the most powerful magical country in the world. And, this is all based on the sheer manpower they have. India has more witches and wizards than all of Europe and America combined. It is a blessing that they do not interfere much with western countries, leaving us to our own devices."

"So, what will they do?" Harry reiterated before Dumbledore could begin rambling. It was something the headmaster tended to do when he was lost in his thoughts, or, lecturing.

"If I am to guess, they'll do what they did in the thirties. They'll provide the ICW with the service of their Healers and Obliviators. India seldom sends its forces to fight outside the Indian subcontinent as the muggles call it. Meaning, not outside Magical India and its immediate neighbors. This is, of course, considering that Voldemort or Grindelwald don't directly attack India."

"If they do?"

"It would be foolish. Gellert knows that and so does Tom. India is a country you do not provoke into a fight. As for its neighbors, Nepal won't fight. Myanmar and Bhutan are not countries of importance having only a handful of witches and wizards. Magical parts of Iran, Iraq, Israel, and Afghanistan are ruled by an Asian magical terrorist cult and will likely throw in their support with Voldemort and Grindelwald if they happen to strike a deal."

Harry pursed his lips. "What of Russia?"

"Russia, or more appropriately, the Magical Soviet Union might just be the first country to fall to Grindelwald and Voldemort. A considerable part of their population, especially the old families, support Grindelwald's ideology and would love Voldemort's even more." Dumbledore replied darkly, his eyes flitting up the rows. "Case in point, Durmstrang only accepts purebloods and, to a stretch, half-bloods from reputed families."

Harry gave him a small nod, glancing at the Russian contingent, who sat amongst the council wearing emotionless looks.

"What of African countries?" Amelia piped up from Harry's left, making his head snap toward her. "They are too… let us say, resourceless magical nations with next to no government, bar the countries of Egypt, South Africa, Madagascar, and to a debatable extent, Libya. And not to mention, the African Black market is rather infamous in the magical world."

"It won't matter what they do, Amelia. The African magical world is too chaotic for Voldemort or Grindelwald to take control of and at the same time, the black market there is a gold mine for them. But there is hardly anything we can do to stop that. What we can do the best is to be on the lookout for an Obscurus. There have been a staggering number of Obscurials, however, relative, have popped up in African countries."

"And Grindelwald has an obsession with Obscurials," Harry added grimly. "The last dozen of them have all popped up in African countries even if there has been no such case in the past half a decade or so."

"Those and Nundus. Even if all enclosures are highly protected, Nundu cubs do come to the black market occasionally."

"Also, we might have to work on getting one ourselves. Because the only two antidotes to the Nundu breath are phoenix tears and a concoction of Nundu blood."

"I think we should end this discussion for now," Dumbledore intervened before Harry could say more. "We will discuss more in the confines of the next order meeting."

Harry's eyes instantly flitted to scan his immediate surroundings before he turned to meet Dumbledore's eyes.

'Someone just tried to penetrate my privacy ward. They were unsuccessful, but it is best if we don't take chances.' Dumbledore said mentally.

'Who?'

'No idea. But it came from behind us. Don't look.'

Harry obeyed the order without question. In political matters, he preferred to follow the Headmaster's lead. Yes, Harry was trained by Salazar Slytherin in political matters but nothing compared to half a century of experience in such a field. In front of Dumbledore, Harry was an amateur at best as far as politics was concerned.

Magic, Harry considered himself a passable equal to Dumbledore in most fields, and perhaps even surpassed him in a few. Warding for instance. Of course, in some fields, Harry was barely a novice as compared to the wizened headmaster. Alchemy and Spell creation were the most notable of them. In both, he was far behind what he would consider being a mastery even in the remotest sense.

Suddenly, a chime sounded through the room and everyone quietened down before quickly moving to their seats. A minute later, the doors to the chamber opened and Constance Murjibi, the supreme mugwump, or more precisely, the former Supreme Mugwump strode in.

"Why is he here? He stepped down yesterday." Harry muttered, eyeing the grim-faced man.

"The session can not begin without a Supreme Mugwump, Harry. He will just begin the session and hand over the office." Dumbledore replied as he rose from his seat and so did everyone else in the chamber. Harry hastily followed their lead.

Of all his political lessons, ICW proceeding traditions weren't one of them. He had never thought that he would've to face the ICW so soon.

"Please be seated," the man said in a deep voice, reminding Harry of Kingsley. "I call the 1338th session of the International Confederation of Wizards to order. This is an Emergency meeting of the Head of Magical nations to discuss the return of the Dark Lord Grindelwald and the one who calls himself Voldemort."

There was not a single flinch at the name in the chamber.

Voldemort had never been a huge threat outside Britain. Yes, he had slaughtered legions of witches and wizards. But none of his actions were international like Grindelwald's had been. For the rest of the world, Grindelwald was the biggest threat. But for Britain, it was Voldemort who made them tremble.

"During my command as the Supreme Mugwump, Gellert Grindelwald, the most secure prisoner till then, escaped from the highest tower of Nurmengard without us even getting the slightest clue of his escape until he revealed himself at the British Ministry of Magic. For this, I take full responsibility and step down from my post."

There wasn't a single whisper at that pronouncement. Not even the slightest movement.

'This is too eerily quiet. The Wizengamot would've been in an uproar in such a situation, despite knowing what was going to happen.'

"Given the recent events, I put forth the name of my predecessor, Albus Dumbledore to take back the post of the Supreme Mugwump, if he accepts and the confederation finds it fit to vote him back in."

At this, some gave minute nods as Dumbledore rose from his seat and smoothly strode forward to stand in the center of the chamber, a few feet away from the dais where Murjibi stood.

He clasped his hands in front and he serenely gazed at the confederation, awaiting their vote.

"All those in favor of voting my chosen candidate to the position of the Supreme Mugwump, please raise your wands with a green light. One vote per country."

Amelia raised her wand, the tip glowing a bright green, almost similar to the killing curse, even if the light on Amelia's wand was due to a simple Lumos charm.

The man at the dais tapped his wand once on his desk before speaking again. "And those against, please raise your wands with a red light."

No one moved this time. Not a single wand was raised. Murjibi waited for several moments before tapping his wand.

"Very well. We have sixty-two percent votes in favor of Albus Dumbledore while the rest thirty-eight have abstained. I hand over the stage to the new Supreme Mugwump, Albus Dumbledore."

Light applause flitted through the chamber, as Dumbledore bowed before ascending the dais to shake hands with Murjibi before taking his place.

"Thank you, Mister Murjibi," He said. "I, Albus Dumbledore, solemnly swear to exercise in all loyalty, discretion, and conscience, the functions entrusted to me as Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards. To discharge these functions and regulate my conduct with the interests of the International Confederation of Wizards only in view and not to seek or accept instructions regarding the performance of my duties from any government or other authority external to the organization."

At the last word, all the witches and wizards rose to their feet, their wands held high, lit with white light.

Everyone stood still for a moment before applauding and taking back their seats.

Some traditions of the ICW, Harry decided, were weird to say the very least. The oath was standard but standing up with wands lit to acknowledge it, was not.

"Thank you, Ladies and Gentlemen. I must say, it is good to be back here amongst the members of this council and standing back at the dais of the Supreme Mugwump, especially after the circumstances I was voted out in."

Some shuffled in their seats at the statement while others continued to look stonily at the Headmaster.

"Nevertheless, we are here and the circumstances we find ourselves in are quite dire. And we, ladies and gentlemen, are at war."

And… DONE! I hope that you all liked it.

So, things, as you can see, have changed drastically from canon. The major change in the plotline is the inclusion of Grindelwald as an Antagonist. Now, as for changes in this chapter, Amelia Bones is the Minister of Magic instead of Scrimgeour. Moody will replace Amelia as the Head of DMLE(which I hadn't planned before and got a brainwave while writing). Griselda Marchbanks is the Chief Warlock and Dumbledore hasn't taken back his position. But, he is back as the Supreme Mugwump.

Now, as we are talking about this, you would've noticed that I stay close to canon events for this fic. It won't be applicable anymore and the divergence of events will be a lot. So, please read things in detail henceforth.

That being said, right now, we are still in what you might call Harry's second term of the fifth year(according to canon… just after the attack on Arthur Weasley) but in my fic, it is his sixth as he gave his OWLs a year early. He will do the same with his NEWTs to begin apprenticing under Dumbledore as the sixth year(canonically again) starts.

Oh, and a small spoiler for the next chapter. Hagrid's going to make an appearance. I wanted to include that scene in this chapter but it wasn't possible. But, you will see your beloved Hagrid in the next chapter… and maybe someone else as well ;).

ALSO, IMPORTANT POINT:

Some of you might already be preparing to berate me for Harry not taking the wand. Lemme simplify it here. His reasons were:

Dumbledore is a damn powerful wizard in his own right but old. When you give him the Elder Wand, he gets an advantage over Grindelwald while Harry balances Voldemort out.

Harry fears that if he is killed after doing the ritual on the wand, the victor of the wand will receive the death stick in its unlocked/upgraded form which would spell disaster in hands of Grindelwald or Voldemort. Right now, Elder wand is the most powerful wand in the world but not a nuclear-level weapon if you get the analogy.

It is a sign of trust Harry shows in his mentor.

It is my story and I do as I want. (LOL:D)

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Thank you I_amaSWITCHbot for betaing this chapter.

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