Harry Potter and the Lair of the Phoenix
A/N: I DO NOT own Harry Potter. He is owned by JKR. If I was her…I wouldn't be here writing these stories. I only own the plot and Tymon Medwin. PLEASE REVIEW.
Chapter 2: The Magical Alliance
Albus was at Hogwarts putting an ad in the Daily Prophet. He needed yet another DADA teacher. Perhaps I should look outside of England, thought Dumbledore. Yes, I will have to look in other countries for the DADA teacher, he thought. He also needed to hire someone for security purposes. The added security would make it harder for Voldemort to infiltrate the castle.
Albus was about to finish for the day when one of his instruments started to go berserk. Albus looked at it, puzzled.
"That's not possible, unless…oh no," he mumbled. Albus went to the fireplace, threw in some floo powder, and called for Kingsley and Tonks.
"We may have a problem. I think Harry is being attacked by Voldemort," stated Albus. Tonks paled, and Kingsley blinked, as though in shock.
"I'll get a team together, and then we'll head over to Privet Drive," said Kingsley before leaving.
"What can I do?" asked Tonks.
"Alert the other Order members; they should know what is happening," replied Dumbledore.
Twenty minutes later, when the Aurors and Order members arrived at Privet Drive, they were welcomed to a horrific sight; the house was on fire, and had already collapsed, and the bodies of Vernon and Marge had caught on fire. Most Aurors and Order members went green at that horrific sight.
The Aurors and Order member, together, were able to piece together what had happened earlier that night.
The only question that was on their minds that night, though, was; what had happened to Harry Potter.
Landing in front of the Grimmauld Place at like 3 a.m., Harry found he couldn't see number 12. Harry frowned, but came to the conclusion that they took off the Fidelius, and put it back on, to hide anything that Kreacher may have told the Malfoys. Harry noticed a scrap of paper on the ground and picked it up. "The headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix is at number 12 Grimmauld Place; the paper had scribbled on it. "Looks like I was right," mumbled Harry. Harry burned the piece of paper and thought hard on what he had seen. The house appeared in front of him.
Harry walked up to the door and opened it. He walked into the dank, dark house, and closed the door behind him. Harry looked around; the furniture was just as he had remembered it. The rooms were just as cold and eerie as Harry remembered from last Christmas.
Harry opened the door to the kitchen and was greeted by a shriek. A moment later harry saw Tonks and Remus get up from the table and give him a hug. After a few moments they released him from the hug.
"Harry, what happened tonight; well, last night seeing as it is 3 am," exclaimed Tonks.
Harry recounted the story for the two of them. After he finished his story, an overwhelming sense of tiredness came over him.
"Harry, you should go to bed. We have to tell everyone that you're ok," said Remus. Tonks went to the fireplace and started to talk to Albus Dumbledore. Harry was led upstairs by Remus. He stopped in front of Sirius's old room.
"Harry, you think you could stay in here?" asked Remus
"Yes," stated Harry.
Harry walked into the room and inhaled deeply. He could smell the dust that had collected giving the room an old musty feel to it. Harry went to the bed, climbed in, and went to sleep.
God Damn Cornelius Fudge; he had screwed up again. This time he would pay though, he was going to pay the price for lying to the rest of the countries of wizarding world. We will make sure of it. We are the Magical Alliance, and Minister Fudge has allowed a Dark Lord to rise unimpeded.
All magical countries had signed an agreement after World War 2, that stated, that a country with a Dark Lord in it, even if it was only a rumor, was to be investigated and treated as if said Dark Lord was active and in the open, and all other magical countries were to be notified. Ironically, the minister that had proposed the idea was Cornelius's father Euclid Fudge.
Euclid had been an excellent Minister. He had led the British ministry against Grindlewald. Though Grindelwald usually one the battles, Euclid was able to stop Grindlewald's massive armies and hold them off until the U.S. and Canada had decided to join them in the fight against the Dark Lord Grindlewald. Of course Albus Dumbledore had been the key to British success, Euclid seemed to always know exactly when and where to put the exceptionally powerful young wizard. With the help of the Americans, the treaty had been signed by every magical ministry, except Romania.
The Magical Alliance was composed of a magical person from every country, a magical being from every colony of magical creatures. Members of the magical alliance included 7 elves, one from each remaining colony; An English speaking giant from each colony, same with Trolls. Every magical creature from mermaids, to Centaur, to Goblins had representatives in the Alliance.
This would be the first time that The Magical Alliance would be forced to step in. The only other time we had ever even considered stepping in was when the Dark Lord Mensenov started to wreak havoc in Russia when it was still the USSR. He was kept quiet, so the rest of the world wouldn't panic. He was also killed by the Russians.
"Who will be sent to help out the British Ministry?" asked the British representative. Everyone turned their heads to the youngest member. The youngest member was Tymon Medwin. He was from America. Tymon graduated early and was a Hunter in the American Ministry. A Hunter, in the American Ministry, was someone who went out and killed dark creatures or lords/ladies that had killed innocents. Tymon's real name was unknown to everyone but himself and his sister. Tymon told no one his real name, and his sister was hiding somewhere. He was an exceptionally powerful young wizard.
In reality, though, he was a Warlock. There were numerous levels of magic. The lowest possible was a muggle; a muggle could not do magic, and did not have magic in them. Next lowest was Squib; squibs had magic in them, but could not perform magic. After that was wizard or witch. A wizard/witch could do magic, but was not that powerful at simple spells, nor could they use some of the more powerful magic. The next highest was the Mage. A mage could perform the magic a wizard could but at a higher level. They could also use a little bit more powerful magic.
After that was a Sorcerer/Sorceress. A Sorcerer/Sorceress could perform even more powerful magic, and do the simpler without a second thought. After that came the Warlock/Wiken. A Warlock could use almost all of the known spells, charms, ect; except for some of the really ancient magic. Above that was Master. A master could use every single spell, hex, curse, ect; known to mankind. That excluded magic that other races such as elves, goblins, and house elves because they used a different type of magic. They usually drew their magic from the earth. A human could not do that, they had to have magic inside of them, to be able to perform magic. There had only been one Master in the history of magic; Merlin.
Tymon was comparable to Albus Dumbledore only in raw ability. Albus had years upon years of experience and skill on Tymon and Tymon knew that. Tymon knew who was more powerful than him, and who wasn't.
Being the best Warlock or Wiken usually forced him or her to take command of the forces and lead them against whatever evil was headed towards them. Tymon did not want that responsibility; he would leave that responsibility to the best Warlock or Wiken. If Tymon was the best Warlock, though, he would accept the responsibility, even if he didn't want it.
"Shit," mumbled Tymon, as he looked around and saw all of the people looking at him.
"Alright, I accept. I will go to the British Ministry and tell them of our decision. After that, I will assist their forces with our force," said Tymon. The Alliance had a small number of people, usually mages or sorcerers/sorceresses, in their army. The army usually numbered about 50. This was almost guaranteed to be more than enough. The only way it would not be enough, would be if Volde3mort had gotten a few hundred or more Death eaters. If that happened, well, the world would be entering World War 3.
Tymon apparated to the middle of London after the meeting had ended. From there he went, by muggle bus, to the book store next to the Leaky Cauldron. When Tymon entered the Leaky Cauldron he rented a room for the month. After paying the clerk, whose name was Tom, Tymon went to Diagon Alley. After a few minutes Tymon had arrived at the Ministry of Magic. He entered the building, and went to the check-in.
A witch who was sitting there looked up from Witch Weekly and said, "Wand, please."
Tymon took out his wand and handed it to her.
"Ten inches, willow, heartstring of a Phoenix, been in use for 10 years," stated the witch.
Tim nodded, and a receipt was handed to him. Mentally, he was berating himself. Why did he hand over his best wand, the one he had had made special from an American wand maker. He walked to the minister's office. He saw the minister's secretary was sitting at her desk.
"May I help you?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm here to see the minister," said Tymon
"Let me ring him," she said.
When she put down the phone, she said the minister was expecting him and to just go straight in. Tymon walked up to the door, opened it, and walked into the Minister's office.
Tymon handed the Minister a note. As the minister read, he paled considerably. By the time he was finished he was white as snow falling from the clouds in winter. Tymon raised an eyebrow in question. Tymon already knew what the letter said because he helped write it with the other members. The one thing Tymon wanted to know was; will Cornelius Fudge answer their questions and agree with them, or would he act like his usual pompous self.
"Yes, I agree. I have to take responsibility for my actions, but I can't leave the country in political turmoil. If I left now, a Death Eater could end up running the country, and that would be extremely bad. I ask for a chance to redeem myself," said the Minister.
"We came to the same conclusion, and have decided to back you as your run for the Minister of Magic for the tenth consecutive year," stated Tymon. Unlike American wizarding policies, the British wizards made sure that no one Minister could destroy them completely by making sure a term was just one year. A year was not enough time to do much of anything politically, even in the wizarding world.
"We can not support you publicly as a group but we can have our individual members back you. We hope you would call for a summit, and ask for help in your war against the Dark Lord Voldemort," stated Tymon calmly. Tymon laughed mentally when the minister flinched as he said Voldemort.
"We have another concern as well. It seems as though Voldemort has been contacting some of the weaker Dark Lords/Ladies and has been asking them for an Alliance. We do not want that to happen, but we fear it has already happened. What we do know is that a few are interested in his offer; a few meaning 3 to be precise. The ones interested are Dark Lady Desdemona, and Dark Lords Terrian and Virote," said Tymon.
"We are positive that the Dark Lord Virote will end up rejecting the offer because he is too power hungry and probably will try to betray Voldemort. Voldemort knows this as well, and will only keep him as long as he is useful, if Virote is foolish enough to accept. We are positive Terrian will not accept Voldemort's offer after he gives it some thought. He knows he will not be able to trust Voldemort, therefore he will reject him," stated Tymon.
"The one that worries us is the offer to the Dark Lady Desdemona. She is very smart, and cunning. If there is any that could possibly outwit Voldemort, it is her. She is not nearly as powerful or as experienced as Voldemort, but she is as skilled and cunning as they come," said Tymon.
Voldemort was a Warlock like Albus and Tymon. He was more skilled and experienced than Tymon too. They were, perhaps, the three most powerful magically in the world. While Tymon was sure would hold his own, he knew full well he would not be able to win Voldemort. The Dark Lords Terrian and Virote were only low level sorcerers, or high level mages.
The Dark Lady Desdemona was a mid to high level Sorceress. She had very few followers; at about 13. Most of her 13 followers were women. She had a lot of women mainly because most men refused to be bossed around by a woman. Her followers were quite powerful, with 10 of them being high level mages, and the remaining three being low level sorceresses.
"I will call the summit, and I will have to tell Dumbledore of this development. Should he inquire as to who gave him this info, I will ask him give an oath to keep it quiet. If he refuses, I will not tell him," said Minister Fudge.
"Good," said Tymon, "I must be going now, good day Minister Fudge."
With that he walked out of the Minister's office, went to the entrance, got his wand and left the ministry. Tymon looked around and decided to buy a copy of The Daily Prophet. Even though the newspaper was extremely biased and put people in a bad light, it did contain facts.
After some mental debating, Tymon came to the conclusion that he should get a job. He needed something to help him pass the time, and a part-time job was the perfect idea. He looked in the business section and noticed that there were two jobs open at Hogwarts. Hogwarts, Tymon thought, would be a good place to work, and I would get to work with my idol. He would have to set up a meeting with Dumbledore.
Going to his room in the Leaky Cauldron, Tymon grabbed some parchment and hesitated before grabbing a quill. Shit, thought Tymon, I hate quills. Why can't they just use pens; they are so much easier.
Dear Albus Dumbledore,
It seems that you are in need of a Defense against the Dark Arts teacher and a Chief of Security. I would like to enquire about one of those positions. I would like to meet you at Hogwarts, when ever you are available.
Sincerely,
Tymon (Order of Continentals 1st class, Ambassador to Britain)
Tymon put the letter into an envelope, sealed it, and sent it to Hogwarts. Tymon looked at the clock and noticed that it was past 9:30 pm. After a wonderful dinner, Tymon got ready for a well deserved, and needed, nights sleep.
Harry woke up from his slumber at noon. After getting himself ready for the day, Harry walked down stairs.
"Hey Harry," said Tonks cheerfully. She had long neon green hair today.
"Want some food?" asked Tonks pointing to the table.
Harry looked at the table and grabbed himself a plate. Before he loaded it up, he asked, "Did you cook this Tonks?"
"Yes, and I'll have you know that I'm a good cook," said Tonks.
Harry took a bite, and found Tonks was quite the cook indeed. After lunch Harry played chess against Tonks, and lost, of course.
"Who else is here besides you and I?" asked Harry
"Remus is with Buckbeak at the moment, and I think Hestia Jones is here, but I'm not sure where," said Tonks.
Harry went to Buckbeak's room, and knocked on the door. A voice answered and told him to come in. Harry entered and saw that the room was looking more homely than it had before. The walls were now an aqua color, instead of the dreary dark green they had been.
Turning to Remus, Harry saw that Remus was not alone; he was with Hestia Jones. Harry saw that their clothes were somewhat rumpled.
"Am I interrupting something?" asked Harry with a mischievous grin.
Remus and Hestia blushed. Then Remus cleared his throat before replying, "No."
Harry raised an eyebrow disbelievingly.
"Ok, maybe you were," mumbled Remus.
Harry laughed and congratulated them.
"You do know I will tease you relentlessly, right Remus?" asked Harry with a huge grin
Remus gulped, it seemed as though Harry's marauder side was starting to come out, and that was not a good thing at the moment.
After a wonderful dinner cooked by Tonks, There was an Order meeting, which meant Harry had to leave the kitchen. He ventured to the library and started to browse through the books that were there. The library had numerous books on The Dark Arts, Potions, and Occlumency. After the meeting, Tonks got Harry and told him, that Dumbledore wanted to speak with him.
"Harry, we have to restart your Occlumency lessons," said Dumbledore. He then tried to enter Harry's mind, but found, to his surprise and delight, that he couldn't get in. "On second thought, maybe you don't need to restart Occlumency," stated Albus cheerfully.
After bidding the headmaster a good night; Harry got ready for a good night's sleep.
After his chat with Harry; Albus apperated to the gates of Hogwarts. Once he made it to his office, he immediately noticed a letter and an owl. The letter was addressed to him, and the owl was obviously waiting for a reply. He read the letter and wrote a reply. He put the reply into an envelope, sealed it, and gave it to the owl. The owl then took off into the starry night.
A/N: I decided to use Hestia Jones because all that OotP says is that she was pink-cheeked, and black haired. I'm going to make her two years younger than Remus. Please answer my questions and review.
The name Desdemona means 'of the Devil'
The names Virote and Terrian mean power