"Harry, the potion is done and has been in the cup for over two hours. Sit on your bed and drink it all. If its as we fear, all mental blocks will be taken care of and every memory will be restored. You will be purified of any single aspect that is one hundred percent yours but it won't erase your mother's protection. I'm sure of it."
Harry nods and quickly drinks the potion. He faints after a few seconds of unbelievable pain in his head.
Six hours later, Harry slowly wakes up and wonders where he is, feeling like he got run over by giants.
He realizes that he's in his mindscape and the sheer number of memories he needs to process is mindblowing.
Another two hours later, Harry opens his eyes and start screaming, his voice easily covering Hogwarts, Hogsmeade and the hidden parts of the Forbidden Forest.
"ALBUS PERCIVAL WULFRIC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE, YOU OBLIVIATED ME OVER TWO HUNDRED TIMES. I CURSE YOUR NAME, YOUR FAMILY NAME AND ANY DUMBLEDORE TO ENTERNITY. I CURSE YOU SO MUCH THAT THE SEVENTH LEVEL OF HELL WILL FEEL LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING VACATION, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE OF A MEDDLING OLD FUCKINGSHIT OF A GOAT! MAY YOU ROT SO MUCH THAT DEATH HIMSELF KILLS YOU EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY OF YOUR CURSED LIFE!"
No one has heard so many curses and insults in so little time. Obliviated over two hundred times? Everyone look at the other and think that if the golden boy has been obliviated, what happened to them?
Harry's magic has been wrecking havoc in his personal quarters, as his anger reached dangerous levels. He is able to calm himself when he realizes that his anger won't do anything but is still shaking from the shock.
Harry is first seen during dinner, the first time since his rant. He quickly enters the Great Hall, walks to the head table and look at the students.
"Good evening everyone. I won't be taking too much of your time. During the next week, we will have curse-breakers from Gringotts helping Healers detecting memory charms and reversing them with the approval of your guardian or parents if you are under the ago of fifteen." He waves his right hand and a parchment appear in front of every student, foreign or not. "For those over fifteen, you still received a form but you can legally choose if you want to be checked or not. As I'm sure everyone hears my ... angry monologue with myself, I discovered troubling news and I will not have any student who enter this Castle being mentally abused in such a barbarian way. Costs are no issue, Hogwarts will be covering everything. May Lagy Magic protect each one of you. Thank you for your time."
He heads to sit at the head table between Minerva and Filius. "Harry, I want to apologize on pressuring you. I didn't mean to control you in any way or form."
Harry waves his hand to quickly raise privacy wards. "While I was annoyed, I sincerely accept your apologies. I will be running two clubs and every Professor is invited. A dueling club and a defense club. Both clubs have the official approval of Lord Hogwarts and I will encourage the students to mingle and create new meaninful clubs."
"May I run the dueling club with you, Harry?"
"Of course Filius. I'm but a student when compared to an International champion, after all."
"Cheeky and sneaky, a lethal combination Harry."
"Only for those who don't know how to use it. For the defense club, I will be teaching first and second year together, third and fourth together. Fifth and sixth year together and seventh year will be alone, as they have their NEWTs to deal with."
"Logical and reasonable. When shall these clubs take place? And where?"
"The first two groups are going to be one hour and a half each. The first group is on Tuesdays evening while the second group is on Thursdays. The third group will be two hour, on Sunday afternoon and the last group will be o early Sunday evening."
He drinks his potion and eats for a while. "Having restored my many memories, I want each of you to be checked, as I'm sure every staff member has been obliviated at least once."
They finish discussing various topics and Harry heads to the third corridor. "I know you have been following me. All of you can come out now."
The famous twins, Ron, Neville and Luna come out from the shadows. "How can I help you all?"
"I'm here to make sure you're fine, Harry. We heard your voice yesterday. While I agree with the content, I just wanted to make sure you are okay."
"Little moon, I'm as fine as I can get. Don't worry about me. Now, tell me about your classes?"
"They are fun but there is something I don't understand in Transfiguration. It's about the spell that helps you to know your animagus form."
Harry stops walking and raises an eyebrow at her. "May I know why you are looking at that particular spell? I sincerely hope you aren't going through the process alone?"
"No, I promise I'm not doing it alone."
"And I hope you aren't doing it without a known animagus, who is at least seventeen of age."
Luna pouts and shakes her head. "You ... but ... fine, I will wait for you to teach us."
"There is no me teaching that to teenagers who haven't got their last maturation. And who is this us?"
All four boys around her brighten and smile at him. Harry swipes his face with his hands, praying to anyone listening to take him out of this situation. "May I know why you feel the need to be animagus?"
Neville shakes his head at the twin's when he sees them about to start talking together. "Ron proposed the idea, and he made a lot of sense, that we slept near Pettigrew for three years. That being said, it is a great hidden card to have. Can you please teach us?"
"You do know that with my Lordships and my unfortunate fame, I cannot teach you. But I can have one of my officials teach you, if you keep everything under a Vow. And next time you want to discuss a topic like this one, wait until you aren't in a public space where anyone can hear you."
He shows them the raised wards around them. "Now, I have to go adjust a few classrooms for my clubs. My next sentence is imperative: no one is to enter the classrooms until I'm finished, as I'm going to be handling heavy magics."
They all nod, excited to see what the classes will look like. Harry enters a classroom and raises a ward of protection around it. He enlarges it, creates a wall of glass and transfigures all the desks and chairs into confortable couches and tea tables. He then creates a long dueling platform and raises all needed wards to isolate the duelers from the rest of the classroom. He enlarges the class again and add a small library with books on dueling with tables and couches, where anyone can read about dueling.
Harry smiles at them and drops the protective ward. "Harry, watching you using magic like that was wicked! Will you teach us wandless magic?"
"While most won't be able to do more than the first tier of fueling spells wandlessly, anyone can learn it. Its just some are efficient in wandless and I'm one of these people."
"Wait ... everyone can learn wandless but not all spells? Why isn't known?"
"Because the old meddling old goat who deserves to be thrown in a new hell under the current hell took off all books related to wandless magic and burned them. Only to make him seen more powerful than most. Anyway, all five of you are the few lucky ones to be powerful enough to learn the second dueling tier spells. While you will learn wandless magic, it won't be easy as your magic has been used to be channeled through a focus, your wand. Now, I really need to go prepare my second classroom."
He smiles at them and head down the corridor. He enters a classroom and quickly enlarges it ten times. He strips it bare, creates a small library with all books related to defense and numerous tables and couches for those who wants to read. He then conjures a couple hundred training dummies, stack them in a corner of the room, all organized and numbered. He divides the class in numerous sections and raises shields to isolate each section. He conjures twelve black boards, three on each wall.
He focuses his magic to raise every crest of the Houses of Britain on the walls and put both Royal Houses on top of the other crests. It shows the correct structure of the Houses and raises various protections on them.
He finishes with posters on wandlore, staves, wandless magic and how to connect yourself to your magical core. He allows his friends to enter and smiles at their shocked faces.
"Anyone can enter so Fred, George, activate your network. Ron, Neville, Luna, make sure you aren't always here. And you five, no one is to try to turn into his animagus until you are under supervision. If any of you try, I will turn you into a goat. Undestood?"
They all nod, not wanting to earn his ire. "Good, as always, I have other issues to deal with. I will announce my clubs during dinner. Have a nice day everyone. Neville, please tell your parents that I will send them a letter. I just want to give them a heads up."
Neville smiles and thank him again. Harry quickly leaves them to head to the Rangers main quarters.
"Captain, where are our prisoners?"
"All dosed with the potion, Sir. We are ready for your orders."
"Noted. I will revive one, question him then throw him in amagically draining cell. Is our base secured from anyone under compulsions, Imperius, any spell and potions like polyjuice?"
"Yes Sir. All wards have been raised and are fully empowered to not only stop anyone who isn't a Ranger but also erasing any knowledge about us from their brains. They are also going to be translocated someplace else and in the worst scenario of them having any kind of written knowledge about us, they will destroy them before they even realize what they are doing."
"Good but I want to raise the strength of our wards to seventy percent. I'm going to go have fun with our unwanted guests."
He leaves the Captain yelling orders on the base and revive the first prisoner, not before raising a truth ward.
"What is your name?"
"Alexander Riminov."
"Who do you work for?"
"A group following Grindelwald's rules."
"Who is your leader?"
"Our leader were executed. Both Grindelwald and Dumbledore left behind sets of orders in case they are dead."
"What are these orders?"
"To slowly take control of the Ministries. In each country, most of our assests are working in the Ministry. A group of five to ten are hidden in a safehouse in regular muggle villages."
"Do you have the names of these villages?"
"No but I have the nearby coordinates we meet if we need to exchange vital information."
Harry conjures a parchment and a quill and orders him to writes everything he knows about all the similar agents worldwide.
Twenty minutes later, he finally stops and hands Harry the parchment. "Good, what else can you tell me?"
"The Russian government is covertly supporting us."
"Why? Why is a government supporting a terrorist group?"
"Magical Russia is slowly dying. There are only a few thousands magical and most Houses are eradicated. They aren't going to go down without bringing most of the magical world with them."
"What is the timeline now that you are arrested?"
"Nothing can change The Plan. In two years time, the final wave will happen."
"Write everything about The Plan you talked about. Where is it located?"
"Each base has a copy of that Plan."
"Write exactly is your base, if there are anydefenses, if its linked to your main base. Write anything related to your base."
He watches the man write everything and Harry finishes his questioning with the man.
Repeating the same process with the next six arrested, he then hides himself in his office and spends the next four hours reading everything he collected from them.
He starts working on a plan to establish contact with all magical Ministries and requesting a cleansing of their staff. A short list of question to widdle out anyone who isn't faithful, a military response to the threat and a possible invasion of whatever is left of magical Russia.
How to prepare for such an eventuality? Diplomacy, its the only way. Now, I need to somehow get involved in the ICW. How to do that?
Harry quickly realizes he spent most of the day away from Hogwarts. He collects all his documents, sends them in his personal vault in the Founders tower and apparate to Hogwarts.
He enters the school and smile at those he meets in his way to the Great Hall. He enters and sits next to Minerva. He raises the usual privacy and look at Minerva.
"How was your day?"
"Long and unexpected. How about yours?"
"A normal day. We visited your classrooms, impressive work Harry."
"Thanks Minerva. I will start my clubs from next week. I will talk to them later during dinner. Now, Gringotts agreed for the file and we shall see something new after a month's work. Other than that, I have a few projects that will take some of my time."
"Good luck in your projects, only Merlin knows how many you have. Its good news to hear about Gringotts. Now, what do you think about the champions?"
He sends her a quizzed look. "We will know after the first task." He looks at the student body and smiles at their innocence at the new danger threatening everything.
He sighs internally and gets dragged in a conversation about Charms with Filius.
When he sees most students are close to finish eating, he stands up and asks for their attention.
"I won't take too much of your time. I have prepared two large classrooms, in which I will start my clubs. The dueling club will be a psrtnership between Professor Flitwick and myself while the Defense club will be lead by me primarily. In the first, you will learn the rules of dueling and start practising. In the second, you will learn how to defend yourself. Let me be clear from this second: this is not a class where I will train you to be hit-wizards or aurors. This is a class where I will teach you how to defend yourself, hence being called a Defense club. The schedule of the dueling club has been agreed by Professor Flitwick and will be on Monday and Wednesday evening, from seven to nine. Defense club will be divided by year. First and second years are going to be on Tuesday evening, third and fourth year will be on Thursday evening. Fifth and second year will be on Sunday afternoon while seventh years are going to be on Sunday evening. All schedules will be post up in each common room and at the Entrance Hall. To the students of visitng schools, you are welcome to attend these clubs, as for the Defense clubs, it will be according to your years. Thank you everyone, have a nice evening and may Lady Magic protect you all."
He sits back and continues talking with the surrounding Professors about the clubs.
He bids them good night and apparates to his office, where Sirius and Remus are waiting for him.
"Where were you all day?"
"I had a few issues to deal with, did you need anything?"
"In fact, yes. First to make sure you're safe. And second that we are wondering what is going on for the Yule Ball."
"What do you mean?"
"With whom will you go?"
"I'm going alone, why?"
"Pup, you are the most famous figure in the magical world, especially after last night. You can't go alone."
"Watch me. I don't give a single shit about what I should or shouldn't do."
Sirius and Remus smirk widely. "We will have fun on the Yule Ball. Now, it seems even more people want to be either seen with you or have any kind of treaties between you and them."
Harry sighs and look at both men. "Here is what I say to them: Anyone who will pressure me will not see any kind of parchment, let alone my face. I have more things to do than caress people's ego. Now, I will not enter any new alliances until I have reactivated all alliances between the House of Potter and my allies. Sirius, if you have to share this memory to the world, do it."
He receives two nods at his order. "Now, what else?"
"You need a structure at PCo, as it will soon become huge, as in global proportions. Griphook is slowly expanding the company by buying a few businesses every couple of months."
Harry opens a drawer and takes out a large file, taking out a few parchments. He duplicates it and hands Remus the duplicated copies. "These are secrecy contracts. Contact Ted and both of you start hiring squibs with knowledge of the muggle world, muggleborns with knowledge of both worlds, halfblood and pureblood with knowledge of the magical world. No bigotry, no idiocy. No one is to be able to even think of spilling the fact about who is the owner of the company. Make it clear in the contract that heavy fines are going to be applied and jail time will be seeked if they talk about any kind of information related to the company."
Remus looks over at the contract and writes Harry's requirements. "Good, now about Potter Castle. It's almost over and they will need your presence to fully empower the wards."
"Noted, do you know when will that be? I will be away tomorrow and Tuesday morning and afternoon."
"Perfect, I will tell Griphook that you will be present on Wednesday morning, nine sharp."
Harry moves some files and render his large calender visible. "Perfect, its in my schedule. Next."
"St-Mungos is going to be done Monday morning. You need to be there, as you basically funded everything."
"Almost everything, my dear Watson. And I will be there. What time?"
"Eight in the morning. Last project is Hogwarts. Sirius and I only discovered yesterday the whole project and this is gigantic Harry. And I include everything you have done covertly. This is the biggest project you will be involved in for the rest of your life."
Harry shakes his head in amusement. "Nope. Camelot will be the biggest project of my life. But that isn't for a long while. Anyway, I do agree of Hogwarts' upgrade being labelled a gigantic project. The staff knows, the Founders approved the project and Gringotts gave me a final price. They will soon give me a schedule of their expected work, day by day."
"You do know that Hogwarts will become the center of magical Britain?"
"As it has been since the fading of King Arthur. Only now, for the first time in history, there is one person holding all four Headships. That is of course with the approval of my Ancestors. I don't care about people's opinions and we will be working on press releases to be dumped during the summer. Tuition will not be raised, as I personally made sure that no one is to pay for it except me. But that is later on, not now."
"Good. Last topic. Griphook receives about a dozen business proposals per day. After filtering them, he sends me a file per week. This is the first file."
Harry takes it and starts reading. He blushes a deep crimson red at the first proposal and quickly starts reading the second one. After half an hour, he starts writing his opinion and couter-proposal for each and hands everything back to Remus.
"The first proposal is ... provocative in a sense. To help soothe the more traditionalists, he will need to tone down his ... sexual flauting. Other than that business, everything does make sense. Some gave too much while other gave too little. As a general rule - and I wrote it for Griphook, if a business starts from scratch, I get half while if a business needs funding, I bet between thirty to forty-five percent of the business, depending on the funding needed."
Both sends him an appraisal look. "Shrew businessman too. What can't you do, pup?"
"Hump like a dog, Padfoot. Now, is there anything else?"
"Yes. Certain countries want to host you officially."
"As an emissary of magical Britain or as Lord Potter?"
"The latter but they will never say it publicly. They want you to help their Ministries."
"I'm not a bank. I'm sadly tied up with a dangerous project that will require my attention for the next few months and maybe year."
He raises his hands to stop the numerous questions before they speak them. "Dumbledore and Grindelwald left us more than a few surprises. They left behind a whole structure with a few thousands, stranded in each magical Ministry. Magical Russia is supporting them covertly, as they are dying. Figuring to destroy the magical world and bring everything down is a good idea. The seven who were arrested yesterday were personally interrogated by myself for almost four to six hours. Which then lead me to read all their answers and their knowledge about everything. Which I ordered them to write."
He opens his satchel and takes out a box. He enlarges it and takes out four to five feet of parchment and drop them on his desk.
All Founders, Sirius and Remus look at him with a cross expression, between shock and fear. "Britain and the USA are officially clean. France has six hidden in a muggle village. I cannot enter a country without ordering its cleansing. And I cannot do that without coordinating between ALL magical Ministries for a sudden cleansing on all their staff. Chypre has almost two hundred terrorists following Grindelwald's rules. This is the dangerous project I am currently working on. That is why I don't have time for certain Houses to try to kiss my ass. Germany, which is the third biggest magical country in Europe, has a partial network. Other countries in the Baltics are filled by almost a hundred. Each. Australia, close to seventy-five. Brazil, fifty. South Africa, another fifty. I have in my hands almost every information related to a full network of terrorists who are hell bent on taking over the world. I need powerful players in key positions, as I feel Lady Magic will grant me one of the most powerful positions that hasn't been filled since Merlin himself created it."
Godric, Helga, Rowena and Salazar are close to lose their minds while Sirius and Remus are totally lost. "Aunt Rowena, can you please explain it to them?"
"O.. Of course. Merlin created the duty of the War Lock, which means to protect Britain from its dangers. There are three requirements for someone to be magically chosen as the War Lock. The first is to be at least fifteen years old, the second is to stand up against evil and protect Britain selflessly and the third is to be the owner of the Elder wand." A heavy silence fills the office. "The only reason Harry isn't the War Lock is because he didn't turn fifteen. He basically cleansed Britain from evil, and he is the rightful owner of the Elder wand. And ..."
She receives a nod from Harry. "And he basically can lose a thousand battles and still call the Elder wand his, as he might be the fabled Master of Death."
Harry gets an idea and smiles widely. He moves to his desk and quickly starts writing his plan quickly. When he finishes, he calls Ragnok.
"No crisis but all contingency plans are to be put into action except Athena, Lightning and Zeus."
"All the others?" They can hear Ragnok asking incredulously.
"Yes, all the others. I will send you a sealed copy of a five feet tower of critical documents. It will only open to yourself and only you can read it. It is a crisis that threatens the safety of the Realm, King Ragnok."
it takes five seconds for the King to understand what Harry is saying. "You ... but ... Magic will choose you to become the War Lock."
"Indeed and I will be able to get my plans into place and defeat Grindelwald's followers then, if not before. I hope that they won't be using magical creatures such as dragons to attack their neighboring countries. Ragnok, please tell Griphook that I want to slowly start purchasing dragon reserves around the world. You may use the Potter vaults to publicly buy them then transfer the funds from the Emrys vaults, ensuring Royal protections over the newly purchased dragon reserves."
"Noted Harry. And we will strengthen the reserves a hundredfold. Friend prices. How quick do you want it to happen?"
"Go the usual speed, Ragnok. Also, I'm raising the total number of Rangers to twenty-five thousand. At whatever price you want, Ragnok. I will have my High Seneschal sending a letter to my Captain right now, so he can expect the larger number of barracks."
"Noted Harry. As we have already signed an alliance treaty, we shall help you if you need it. But the Kingdom of Gringotts is bound to the War Lock, the last being your Ancestor, Merlin. Stay safe my friend."
"And you too, dear friend."
They hang up and Harry turns his focus to his plans. "I'm missing something ... something is miss ..."
His head snaps sharply to his right and frowns heavily. He picks up his wand and throws a stunner. White flames erupts and they hear a sound behind Harry.
Harry turns around and gapes at the sight greeting him. A full white phoenix is sitting om his chair. "Hedwig?"
Said phoenix nods and fly to sit on Harry's shoulder. Her magic touches his magic and an explosion of white flames engulfs them.
"Hedwig, welcome back. We will be talking later. I need to finish my plans."
She thrills happily and pokes Harry with her beck. "Fine, fine, I will make you a perch. How do you want it?"
She starts thrilling, and they all watch Harry nodding. He lets his magic shown and a golden perch is conjured, with a golden tray under where her ashes will be collected. "Here you go, now go sleep as I know you want to do."
She thrills happily and fly to her perch. Harry looks at his desk and starts laughing.
"Salazar, I think he finally lost his mind."
"Shut up Godric, I didn't lose my mind. The answer I have been looking for has been right in front of me. While being the War Lock, Merlin created a unique branch under the King. The Unspeakables. I can control the Unspeakables, as I'm Lord Emrys. And that is what I need to cleanse the various Ministries. No need for flashy armies when it can be done quietly. I still have the issue of coordinating a worldwide effort but I have a third of my problems fixed."
"Is it me or this office always plays host to life threatening events?"
Everyone laugh at Sirius comment. "I think its Lady Magic's way of testing Harry. Not that she doubts him, as she told him that he is her child. That means you are the Heir of Lady Magic."
They all look at Rowena. "How can I be Lady Magic's Heir AND the fabled Master of Death? You know what? I value my sanity, don't answer that. Too much happened today. I don't think I will be able to deal with more life changing news."
"Remember the Ancient prophecy, Harry. It does seem that you are whom it speaks of."
"I know Rowena. I will take control of the Department of Mysteries tomorrow and will listen to it in the next days. Not tomorrow. Tomorrow will be my meeting with Croaker and we will start planning the cleansing of all Ministries. But I promise you that I will listen to it before next week-end."
Surius clears his throat, earning everyone's attention on him. "How being the War Lock help you and the Unspeakables?"
"You know about the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot? Well, he or she gets an immediate seat at the security council, with veto power. Three countries are considered the most powerful magical in the world. Each country has a powerful magical leader in their legislation bodies. Britain with the Chief Warlock, France with Protecteur(trice) Suprême and the Americans with First Chancellor. Back to Britain's Chief Warlock, its predecessor is what Merlin created, the War Lock. It is the most powerful position in the world, as only those deemed worthy can access said position. If I become the War Lock, the world's political game will be destroyed as a new powerfulplayer will enter the game. I will be stuck at the Wizengamot. My seats will be controlled by you, Sirius while I defend the Realm. Now, to answer your question, being in a position of power at the security council, I can create enough distractions with real issues to cover the work of the Unspeakables. That's the short explanation."
"That's the short explanation? Anyway, now I understand. Do you need any help with these problems?"
"No, I want all my officials to work as if everything is normal. I'm not the War Lock, so no plans will be created until I became it, if I ever do. Now, we shall all retire and sleep, as today was a long day. Not that its different than usual."