Lord of Zenth Mage

Chapter: 10 : Lord Grindelwald

Griphole the Greedy looked nervous before answering, "Yes, Master. We were to inform you when you were 14, which is a standard age for Goblin law, but we were denied to release any information concerning your heritage or your mother's. Albus Dumbledore also receives monthly reports of your family's earnings from various investments. All these reports were to be handed to you at 15 of age. By that time you would have been in touch with your family business since you were to be told about your heritage at the age of 14."

Harry looked deep in thought for a good 2 minutes. He then directed his orders to the Goblins, "Griphole, I want you to finished all the legal document claiming my birthright by tomorrow at noon. Make sure neither Dumbledore nor Ministry could interfere with anything that is to do with me. You have my order and I want my order to be carried out accordingly. Should there be any trouble from either said parties, use your Goblins ways to clear the path. I'm sure you have rather interesting ways." Harry then turned to Griphook, "Griphook, I want the details of my current property. I want them all under five categories: Estates, Stocks and Investment, full account of Galleons and Muggle money, books and other items, and weaponry. I want them all tomorrow at 1 pm."

Harry added as a second thought, "Merge the Evans vault and the Potters vault but do not mix the contents. The curse breakers…use your curse breaking knowledge to come up with a strong, unbreakable ward. You would be facing unwelcome guests if you go on like this. The guards…reinforce the wards. The wards have two holes in the north and one near the entrance. The financial advisors…give me your full reports on who you are working for. If you are working for the prominent pureblood family, give me their full assets information. The rest of you…keep an eye on the ministry personnel's accounts and report me if there are any sign of extra money deposited more than their salaries."

Harry breathed out a heavy sigh, "That is all for now. I'm tired, show me a nice chamber. Don't give me some bedroom."

Griphole bowed and snapped his fingers. Harry was instantly transported into a large, magnificent bed room with king size bed. The bed seemed to be unnaturally soft and was glowing with golden light just above the cover sheet. The Goblin seemed to be explaining something about the bed, but Harry wasn't hearing anything. He was drawn to the bed as soon as he saw it and his eyelids felt like they were holding a hundred pound lead each. Before he collapsed into bed half asleep he mumbled out, "The two on the wall will be released as soon as I'm asleep. Don't let them move for about 27 hours unless you want them to loose their sanity." With that he fell into a deep dreamless sleep. While Harry was busy sleeping, the Goblins were working hard on what they were told. They knew better than to anger their new Master and Commander.

Harry woke up around 11 am the next day. He felt refreshed and somehow more powerful than ever. He had now a whole bunch of Goblins, who had strange but powerful magic of their own, under his command. He could use the security guards as his own personal guards when he hunts down the death eaters one by one. He would not wait around for the Death Eaters' attacks, he would attack them first. But for today, let the Death Eaters be in peace as he had he heritage matters to attend to.

He saw a silver door leading to the bathroom. He climbed out of his comfortable bed and prepared for a nice shower. He spent a good 20 minutes socking in the large marble bathtub. His muscles relaxed further. By the time he was dressed, he looked in the mirror on last time. He was quite satisfied with what his feature was giving. He looked as sharp as his white sword. He had added a few strands of gold, silver, white, gray, and orange color to his messy, untamable hair. 'Good, this is a new fashion for the boy-who-lived,' he thought. He decided to wear blood-red robe. He had been debating whether or not to wear a cloak, but decided to leave it for now. Perfect. He checked his scar. Ok, it stood proudly on his forehead. He had decided to act confidant. He would not hide his scar anymore. Now that he thought about it, he had be quite a coward to not accept who he was. He had been afraid of public attention and that didn't do him any good. It only made some very absurd rumors. He now understood he couldn't swim up the stream, but by following the current, he could even stir whatever direction he wanted. He would get along with the power of the media, but would not be under its total control.

A gentle knock on the large door pulled him out of his musing. He said without looking up, "Come in." The enormous door opened slowly silently. Four high ranking goblins entered, each carrying strange looking weapons. They bowed deeply and stayed in line silently. Harry turned around and saw the goblins still bowing deeply. "Gentlemen, at ease."

The goblins straightened, "Thank You Master. Would you hear our reports first or would you rather have lunch?"

"First of all, you will address me as Lord Grindelwald. I want the world to show the Heir of Grindelwald has returned for good. Everything that the former Lord Grindelwald might have done wrongly will be corrected for good. Each and every one of the victims of his will be compensated accordingly." Seeing their nods of acceptance, Harry continued, "Now, for your question, I'll have lunch after your reports."

A goblin with full battle gear stepped forward and bow, "Hopnok the Reaper, Commander of the security guard and battle strategy, Lord Grindelwald. We have repaired the wards and reinforced all layers of the wards. Not even a fly would get in here without our notice."

"Good, but make sure you place nasty punishments on the wards for unwelcome intruders. I don't want to hear someone try to get in and get away without scratch." Harry said.

The goblin's eyes lit up and a nasty grin spread across his usually stony face. "You are most wise, Lord Grindelwald. It will be done right away." He said and stepped back to the line.

A goblin with unusually bright eyes stepped forward and bowed, "Bronze the Sharper, the Head of the curse breaking department, Lord Grindelwald. Our department has come up with a ward after much works of last night. We call it VirCell. This ward will act as a cell when intruders try to pass through it. The intruders will be stuck in the 4 feet thick VirCell ward. The ward will then absorb the magical energy completely out of the intruders and recharge itself. When is done its job, it not only will get stronger, but also leave the intruders like squibs. The point is of this ward is to transfer every ounce of energy from the intruders. The intruders will not be dead, but they will wish they die instead than living the lives of muggles."

Harry's eyes became brighter and brighter with each word and at the end of the goblin's sentence he clapped his hands loudly, "Excellent Bronze! I will have to use that ward at my resident. I want you to put that VirCell closet to the building, under all other wards. If someone could pass through the outer wards luckily, they would be worthy for your ward. I congratulate you and your team for your excellent work. You will be rewarded later."

The goblin bowed deeper, his face broke into a big grin like the first one, and his eyes were blindingly bright by now. "Thank you Lord Grindelwald." He stepped to the line as a goblin with formal robe stepped forward and bowed, "Gold the Cheater, Head Financial Advisor Department, Lord Grindelwald. Our department has a full detail of prominent pureblood financial assets. Apart from the Four Founders, the Potters, and the Evans, we have the Blacks, the Malfoys, the Zabanies, and the Toppers. The latter vault has not been touched for almost as long as the Founders'. We traced the Toppers bloodline and found out that it had died out 2 centuries ago. Not even their relatives were alive. Our research indicated that their whole bloodline were under powerful curse. But there is one interesting fact with their deaths."

Now Harry was beginning to wonder what this might reveal. Would this say that he was one of the Toppers bloodline? He couldn't say for certain. After all being the Heir of Lord Grindelwald had never occurred even in his thoughts.

The goblin took a deep breath and wiped away a trickling line of sweat that was forming on his forehead, "They didn't actually die out. Instead they all became soulless creatures, well known as the Dementors."

Harry's and the other goblins' eyebrows shot up and their jaws dropped visibly. Harry asked, not believing what he was hearing, "Excuse me…did you say their entire bloodline became the Dementors, the soul sucking creatures of all things?"

"Yes Lord Grindelwald. The curse they were under was so strong that they would stay like that until someone or something powerful lift their blood curse. To lift their curse, someone must go to the soul realm. Since it is not possible to leap to another realm, they were stuck as the foul creatures. They actually do not suck out the souls or happiness; they were merely searching someone powerful to help them. They send the souls to the soul realm in hope that one of them would be the one to lift their curse. I believe that the Dementors had especially been interested in you in your third year. We heard that you were the only one on your train ride to Hogwarts that had been attack by the Dementors. Of all the people you were the only one that they were interested. They also tried to send your soul to the soul realm numerous times. It could only mean one thing: they knew you were the One, the one powerful enough to lift their curse. I have my theory that the Toppers vault will let you enter since its owners want your help desperately. You might be able to find enough information about the way to lift the curse in detail once you are in the vault."

Harry's head was spinning in high speed. Is it true? It seemed true enough and logical. With all the power he had now, there would be no major problem leaping the realms. He also remembered that on his train ride to Hogwarts in his third year, the Dementor had attacked him of all the others in the train. Even Ron, Hermione, and Remus, who were all in the same compartment with him, were not attacked. He thought of something and asked Gold the Cheater, "But why do they guard the Azkaban when they could freely search the one they need on the mainland? I mean why would they obey the Ministry orders?"

The goblin replied with a thoughtful looked, "If I remember correctly from my ancestors told me, the Department of Mysteries found out who the Dementors were, and instead of finding solutions, they threatened to eliminate the whole community of them with their secrete weapons if the Dementors do not obey their orders. The Toppers or rather the Dementors, in fear of their security, agreed to the Ministry under one condition: they be sent the criminals under their care. They knew how ruthless the Ministry was to the criminals and they had a tiny hope of finding a powerful soul among the criminals who must be ruthless and powerful enough to go against the Ministry. The Ministry, on the other hand, found its solution for the criminals. Not only the criminals would be under the torments of the Dementors, but the Dementors would also be in one place where the Ministry could destroy them easily if needed be. Since then the Dementors had been guarding Azkaban. They never dare to wonder outside the prison in fear of the Ministry's threat. But their golden opportunity came when Sirius Black, your godfather I believe, escaped to you. The Ministry, desperate to recapture their 'mass murderer', sent the Dementors after him. The Dementors must have sensed your power when they left the prison; they came straight after you on the train, which was odd because there were many other places they could go find Sirius Black."

"Interesting…I will have to see what I can do for the Toppers. They really don't deserve to be under the Ministry threat. Gold the Cheater, arrange my journey to the Toppers vault tomorrow at the first dawn." Harry looked at the last remaining goblin, "Griphole, I trust everything is ready?"

Griphole bowed, "Everything is in order, Lord Grindelwald. You are now free from under any control over you. Albus Dumbledore is no longer over you. You are now the President and Commander of the Northern Gringotts bank. Because of this position, every vault in this bank is under your command. Your decision is our command, Lord Grindelwald."

"Excellent. Could you arrange a meeting with your Goblin community Head for me? There is much to discuss with." Harry asked while forming plans after plans in his head.

"When would you like to meet, Lord Grindelwald?" Griphole asked respectfully. He seemed to be pleased with the fact that Harry wanted to talk with the Goblin Head while other wizards would never pay attention to the goblins.

Harry looked mildly surprise at the goblin's tone and the fact that he got to choose the date and time instead of being told to come whenever the Head Goblin summoned him. "Make it tomorrow at dinner time so that they may have time to prepare themselves."

"As your wish, Lord Grindelwald." The goblin said and retreated back to the line. Harry faced them all and said, "The rest of you except you, Gold the Cheater, may attend to your works." The others filed out of the room silently, leaving a nervous looking the Head of financial advisor department.

Seeing the other's condition, Harry said, "Relax, I want to discuss with you about the pureblood accounts. Tell me about the Malfoys and the Zabanies vaults first."

"The Malfoys have 50 billion Galleons worth properties. Every month since 1960's 2 million Galleons went to some unknown recipients. Each year since the 1970's 30 million Galleons rolled into their account. We don't know for certain to where or from where their Galleons went and came. The sole Heir of the Malfoys after Lucius Malfoy would be his only son, Draco Malfoy."

The Goblin paused and after a moment, he continued, "The Zabanies have 75 billion Galleons in total. They were the fourth richest purebloods in the world. 5 million Galleons every month since 1994 went to some unknown recipients. Each year since 1700s their vault received 12 billion Galleons. The sole Heiress of the Zabanies after

Fredrick Zabani is Blaise Zabani, unusually a female for the Zabanies."

"Ok, find out where their missing galleons went each year. I have a feeling that they are financing the Dark activities. If it is true, freeze their account temporarily and arrange a meeting with the Malfoys and the Zabanies. Now, tell me about the Black account."

"The Black account is the third largest in value in the world. It counts 178 billion galleons including estates, bonds, and investments. The Gringotts has been instructed to transfer 12 million galleons each year to an account under the name of Narssica Malfoy. The Black account was added 20 billion galleons each year. However, it was temporarily frozen since the last Lord Black, Sirius Black, escaped from Azkaban. Sirius Black froze all outgoing money activities after he opened a trust fund account for his personal use. At the same time, he left his will with Gringotts to be read one month after his death. Saturday next week is exactly one month of his death. You are to be at the will reading event together with the other Black family members."

"Thank you. You are excused now." Harry said sadly remembering his godfather's death. The goblin nodded and turned to the door only to be turned back again and asked Harry, "I will show you to the dining room for lunch, Lord Grindelwald."

"That will not be necessary. But thank you for your offer. I have somewhere to go now." Harry said carelessly. The goblin exited the room without another words. Harry threw himself on to the soft bed, making the whole bed shake like a gentle sea wave. Ok, he thought, the first thing I'm going to do is destroy the good-for-nothing veil that took my godfather from me. Then I'll destroy everything that is similarly dangerous in that department. What were they thinking to create such thing in the first place anyway? Finally, Bellatrix will pay for this. But wait! He didn't see her when he stormed into the Dark Mansions. Where was she? Why wasn't she, an Inner Circle member, there with the others?

Harry bolted up from the bed and with a last glance around the room, he disappeared from the room.

The Ministry of Magic

Amelia Bones was surveying the current report on the strange Death Eaters activities. Normally, she would get a whole load of severe attack reports, leaving her sick in her stomach. There had been 31 attacks since the Potter boy's declaration of the resurrection of the Dark Lord. She still had yet to figure out the mysterious attack of the one Arthur Weaseley. It was the only attack that was not the work of death eaters. Now she was reading a report that gave her much confusion. The head Auror had passed it to her saying she might need to see. It said that every death eater activity had been ceased for some mysterious reasons. Not only that, some of the Ministry workers were missing, saying they were unwell for works. The Ministry had offered a free health check up, but was refused flatly. The members of their families reported that their ill family members would not come out to sight, but instead locked themselves up all day.

Amelia Bones was startled out of her reading when a shrill of alarms went off suddenly. An automatic female voice rang out in high pitch, "Attention! The Ministry is under atta…" The voice trailed out as though someone had turn off the volume. This is odd, Amelia thought, not even the minister could stop the security alarm sentences unfinished. Just as she was thinking, a voice, this time deep with authority, boomed making her desk shook. "Attention the Ministry! Do not move your stupid arses until I say so. Now, I will move you to the hall at Department of Mysteries."

'What the hell?' was what every thought when they found they couldn't move a single muscle on their bodies as if the muscles were not a part of their bodies. Suddenly, they felt a rush of air brushed over their faces and they found themselves in the hall of the Department of Mysteries. They were all now stood in front of a large desk that was not there before. Behind the desk was a figure who was sitting on a magnificent high-backed chair. The figure was leaning back on the chair with his legs on the table, looking as if he owns the whole Ministry. He was wearing blood red robes. His hair was messy with some strands of strange colors on it. A lightening bolt stood firmly on his forehead, just above thick, black eyebrows. His eyes were as green as a pond in a deep green forest, drawing in the surroundings. And they were big and show wisdom beyond age.

'Harry Potter!' They all thought, shock to see the boy-who-lived.

Harry spoke first as he saw no one was going to be able to open their mouths any time soon, "Greetings everyone. I apologize for your abruptly forced transportation. I am, as you are aware of, Harry Potter. But from now on, you will address me as Lord Grindelwald. Failure to comply my kind request will end you with your Gringotts accounts being frozen and will be serving a month's worth of social service. If you…"

Harry was cut off by a voice from the assembled group, "Potter! What is the meaning of this? I will have you expelled from Hogwarts and thrown into Azkaban for this mess!"

Harry merely raised his thick eyebrows in annoyance, "And you are…?"

"Gildrey Anthony, Head of Magical Law Enforcement Department." The man replied, raising his chest proudly in Percy way.

Harry looked at him for a moment in deep thoughts, hands under his chin. 'This is where I show them what I can do. Perfect!" He snapped his fingers and a long parchment rolled open in front of him, suspended in mid air. He looked at it and his face broke into a satisfied smile. "Ah yes, our beloved Gildrey Anthony. Gringotts vault number 34, total value 2 billion galleons, married to Sofia Blaise, have two children. Current Head of Magical Law Enforcement Department, Order of Merlin Third Class. Splendidly impressive, I must say. However, you have intentionally opposed my direct order and thus, you shall be punished." Harry straightened in his seat and looked straight into Gildrey Anthony and issued his order, "Lord Grindelwald hereby ordered the vault of Gildrey Anthony be frozen until further notice. You, Mr. Anthony your self, will be serving as the elevator conductor for your lack of respect and hasty decision. Failure to comply will be much more severe than the one you are now."

Gildrey Anthony's face paled and his hands began to shake uncontrollably. He looked like he wanted to jump on Harry and killed with his bare hands right then and there. However, he wasn't able to move even his arms, let alone to jump. He felt like he had been petrified, but he knew he was not since he could still hear and talk. He wondered amidst the trouble if it were even magic.

Amelia Bones, seeing how her comrade ended up, decided to act wisely as she was told. "If I may, Lord Grindelwald, isn't it a bit too much. I mean, what will his family do without access to the family vault. What about his duties as the Head of a department?"

"Don't worry, Miss Bones. His other family members will have no trouble accessing the vault. They can withdraw money as usual. However, none of his family will be able to provide him any financial support. Every time someone gives him galleons that are not earned by his labor work, the galleons will promptly turn into worthless stones. Now, where is Kingsley Shalkebolt?"

"He is not currently at the Ministry, Lord Grindelwald. He and Arthur Weasley took a leave this morning. Also some aurors were not here at this moment." Someone answered quickly.

"Thank you." Harry said thinking where they might be. The answer came to him suddenly and he snapped hi fingers. There was a flashed of light between Harry's desk and the assembled group. Someone appeared, looking highly surprise, when the light faded. The figure stumbled up from the floor with wand in hand and looked around the room wildly. His jaw dropped as he saw over a hundred people were staring at him with wide eyes. A voice rang out from behind him, making him jump into the air, "Welcome Kingsley, and thank you for joining us."

Kingsley's eyes popped out of his sockets. He stuttered out incoherently, "P-P-Potter?"

"That's Lord Potter or Lord Grindelwald to you." Harry said with amusement. He was pleased with himself that he could make the ever dignified looking Auror out of character.

"Grindelwald? But he's dead. It could only mean…" His face went pale as he realized something.

"Bingo! Now, on to business, Kingsley, you will now move your office from Head Auror to Head of Department of Magical Law Enforcement." Harry said with a grin on his face.

Kingsley looked totally confused now. Not only he'd been kidnapped from the Order meeting by some unknown force, but also he was being told he had to move his office to the higher ranking office.

Someone from the crowd shouted out, "But you can't just kick out an officer and pick whomever you like! It's the Ministry business and only the minister and the public can…"

Harry cut out, "Does any of you know the 1789 Ministry Principle Amendment Article 101 paragraph B2 line 6?"

Amelia Bones answered, "It states that 'The Ministry of Magic of Britain and Scotland Isles is to recognize to whomever is the Sole Magical Heir of the Evans for the magical sacrificial of Edgeer Evans and his soul mate Sandria Evans on the work of securing the wizarding world from Daemon Lord, and thus, he or she may have the power to reshuffle the positions and security conditions within the Ministry as he or she may see fit. The Ministry also recognizes the danger of the Ministry under incapable leader, and therefore, the Ministry authorized the sole magical heir of the Evans to call for public reelection should the current acting Minister lack the ability to secure the safety of the citizen of Britain and Scotland Isles. Should there…." She trailed off as she realized something within the Article that could change the current Ministry. She found out that she was not the only one to notice; the other Ministry personnel were also gawking at Harry with strange glints in their eyes. She could also see some were nearly collapsing as their knees gave way. If not for some strange power that held them straight, the majority of the crowd would have been kneeling before Harry.

"Thank you Ms. Bones. I'm impressed you got the whole Article word by word. Yes, as the Article stated, the Ministry will be under great transformation because the Heir of the Evans and Lord Harold Sharten Potter-Grindelwald has returned. You should know this as soon as you were transported here without your knowledge. Or better yet, you should have realized this fact when your petty wards were breached. Not even Half Blood insane that you call Dark Lord could come near after his final visit here some months ago, as you all here know." Harry looked around the room with steady eyes. He stood up straight behind his desk, towering the whole crowd with his Magical Aura. He pushed his Aura to some extend, just enough to make even wizards like Dumbledore would gawked at. The whole crowd around him was staring at him in a mixture of awe and fear.

"Now, I want to get over with this matter. I came here for another reason. But before that, Kingsley, you will see to your whole department and report important issues to me at this time next week, which is the day after my birthday. You will not in any circumstance report to the current Minister as he will be ousted from the office very soon." Harry said firmly, not leaving any chance to argue. "Now that's settled, I want the head of Department of Mysteries."

An old woman around her late 70s stepped forward. Old though she was, she looked as healthy as Dumbledore. She eyed him weakly, not even trying to look into his eyes she said, "I'm Head of this department. My name is Brenda Zabani, birth mother of Fredrick Zabani and Grandmother of Blaise Zabani. I am at your service, Lord Potter." She seemed to be avoiding the title 'Lord Grindelwald' for some reasons.

"Please to meet you, Mrs. Zabani. Could you tell me about the veil that resides in this department?" Harry asked politely.

"Lord Potter, I am not allowed to speak of the veil as I'm sworn to the Ministry in a witch's oath. I'm sorry." She replied and looked down to the floor as if awaiting her punishment from Harry.

Harry nodded his head, "I see. Is there any particular spell that would not allow you to speak about it?"

"No. But there is a line in my oath that would shut my mouth even if my oath is cancelled." She said with a glint of fear in her eyes.

"What is it? Tell me and I will see to it for what I can do in my power." Harry said confidently.

Mrs. Zabani eyed him for some times. She seemed to be debating something internally. Her wrinkled face screwed up in concentration. Finally, her face set into a grim determination. She looked at Harry in the eyes and spoke firmly, "I have two options, Lord Potter. I wouldn't say what the first one is, but I will tell you my second option and follow it. I have been walking around on this earth for more than half a century and I have never met someone as powerful as you are now, someone as precise at decision making as you are, or someone as good in leadership as you are. I will break my oath if this can contribute to your good intentions for the wizarding world. I have lived enough with this secrete haunting me every day. I have led the Zabanies family to a shameful world in order to continue our lives. In my oath, there is a line that says, 'should I disclose this information, the whole Zabanies may join the Toppers in Azkaban."

Harry drew in a breath and his magical aura flared dangerously. His voice boomed out shaking the whole Ministry building, "DAMN THE MINISTRY! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" The desk shattered in to dust and the marble walls around the room cracked as if ready to fall apart any time soon. The crowd in the room could feel their magical cores stirred inside their bodies, making them sweat without heat. To their embarrassments, despite the dangerous situation, they found their upper robes shattered into pieces. They were now a lot like beggars on the Muggle London roads. To add to their fear, they saw Harry Potter floating in the air between the ceiling and the floor. His whole body except his eyes turned into dark red, making him look like a ball of flame. His eyes were burning bright green. Even the deadliest killing curse won't be a match for his eyes right now. He waved his hand over the Mrs. Zabani. A red light shot out from his hand and engulfed Mrs. Zabani for a moment before fading into her. "Brenda, your oath have been lifted and nothing in your oath will affect your family. Now tell me everything about the veil." Harry commanded firmly as he floated down to the floor again. He waved his hands in general direction and everything was repaired in an instant. His eyes never left Mrs. Zabani when his hands were doing repairing.

Mrs. Zabani breathed a sigh of relief and prepared for explanation, "Thank you Lord Potter-Grindelwald, my family is indebted to you. The veil is not what everyone thinks it is. In simple term, it is not the veil of death. It does not suck in and kill people."

"It doesn't kill people? But it sucked in my godfather. What is it?" Harry asked in confusion. It was what some of the crowd too were thinking.

"It will be explained later, Lord Grindelwald. The veil is created after much research on the Toppers family. The ministry discovered that in order to free the Toppers curse, someone must leap to the spirit realm. But since there is no one with the power to leap realms, they instead created a portal to the spirit realm. Their first intention was to help free the Toppers, but when they saw how useful the Toppers were as Dementors in Azkaban, they decided not to release the curse. They debated on whether to destroy the portal or not for quite a while, but finally settled to leave the masterpiece work under tight security." Mrs. Zabani finished, looking extremely embarrassed for not helping the Toppers when there is a way to help release their curse right under her nose.

Harry narrowed his eyes and asked her coldly, "It is the veil, isn't it?" At the nod of her, he continued, "How long have the Ministry been hiding this information?"

"10 years after the whole Toppers family died out and transformed in to what they were now." Mrs. Zabani whispered under her breath as if fearing Harry would hear it.

Harry however heard her clearly and exploded, "WHAT? IT'S BEEN CENTURIES! WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN YOU FOOLS WERE THINKING? ARE YOU EVEN HUMAN? DON'T YOU HAVE AT LEAST A TINY BIT OF FEELING FOR THE TOPPERS? DO YOU NOT THINK OF HOW MUCH THEY MIGHT BE SUFFERING? DAMN IT! DAMN YOU ALL! I'LL TEAR DOWN THE WHOLE MINISTRY AS SOON AS I'M DONE WITH THE TOPPERS! DAMN IT! I'M ASHAMED TO BE A CITIZEN OF YOUR PETTY MINISTRY! YOU EGO CENTERED, UNBALANCED PIECE OF SHITS!" As each of Harry's word left his mouth the walls around the hall crackled loudly. As Harry finished ranting, the walls exploded outwards with ear deafening explosion. The marble stone walls turned into tiny pieces of dusts instantly. The ceiling exploded upwards while the floor cracked open cutting the hall in half. Half of the ministry was destroyed in 2 minutes, leaving the building in a pile of rubbles. Among the damages, people were standing petrified in shimmering reddish dooms here and there. Even though half the ministry was destroyed completely, not a soul was lost, not even a single fly.

The wizards and witches 200 miles around the ministry building felt a powerful magical explosion brushed through their veins. They all knew something important in wizarding history was happening. Although they were scared like rabbits, in the love of their community they all apparated to where the explosion was taking place. They had no idea they were about to remember this event for the rest of their lives and as long as the wizarding community exists.

Somewhere in the middle of the sea, chaos was breaking out. A cold and dark island was filled with abnormal high-pitch screeching voices. Some faint yells and screams followed by the high-pitch screeches. A flock of black, tattered clothes figures swarmed over the dark building restlessly. The high-pitch sounds were coming from them rapidly. Within a moment a swarm of about 1000 figures glided over the sea towards somewhere within 100 miles away, a place where they could get something that they had been waiting for too long. As the figures left the building and the island, there was a deadly silence for a minute before cries of joy broke across the building.

The Order of the Phoenix meeting was abruptly interrupted for the second time in one day when the wards around the house was hit with something extremely powerful. The wards didn't stand for more than 2 seconds before they all crumbled down with boom. Everyone in the meeting screamed and drew out their wands to face whatever may come. Dumbledore however paled as if he'd lost all his blood and shouted over the whole crowd, "To the Ministry!" He disappeared with an unusual loud crack instead of a faint pop. The rest followed him instantly with a series of pop.

All that left in the house was Mrs. Black, who was cowering in the corner of her portrait. She didn't seem to be able to scream bloody traitors for once in her life.

In an untraceable location, Lord Voldemort was in the middle of a ritual to repair what had been damage to his magical and physical condition. All thanks to the Potter brat. When he finished this ritual, his magical and physical condition will be good as new. His power will also increase ten folds the original. He would be a step closer to immortality.

Suddenly, out of no where, a stream of energy arrows sped toward him from all direction. The rays were dark-red and looked deadly. He could only stare at the energy arrows with wide eyes in his ritual position. Five nearest arrows pass through him like he were made of smoke or something non-solid object. He felt high voltage electric run inside out his body and some parts of his magical core were ripped apart. Voldemort scream in the intolerable pain, the pain that he had never felt before even when the Potter brat tortured the life out of him at Number Four Privet Drive. There was no ritual in his mind now. All he felt was pain. Pain came first, pain came second, and pain came with waves after waves. He could barely duck out of more arrows when finally after several arrows, he passed out for the first time in his life as a Dark Lord.

END OF CHAPTER-10