26 December 1990
"Dad!"
"My Favourite Gryffindor is here!"
James Potter hugged his son as he came running towards his father, jumping off the engine. James Evans stood behind his best friend, Harry, and waited for his turn.
"My Favourite Ravenclaw!" James hugged his namesake and godson, James Evans, the son of his two teachers. It felt weird to James when he thought that his godson's two teachers were his own parents.
"James, nice to meet you."
"Jamie, old boy, how are the Ravenclaws treating you?"
James smirked and told James, "They Jealous. They think that me being the top of the year is because of my parents, and then I prank the whole school on Halloween with levitating Dumbledore's hat off his head and on a Snake's food!"
Harry Potter just stood there watching James' talking about things, waiting for his godfather, Harry Evans, to arrive. Fortunately, it was not late.
Harry looked at his godson and son from a distance, which was closing since he was walking towards them, and picked up the two eleven-year-old boys when he reached them.
James and Harry, while godbrothers, looked like twins. The only thing different between the duo was that Harry did not need glasses while James did.
"Boys!"
The children, James' and Harry, we're scared as Harry Evans pulled up Harry Potter and James Evans.
"Look! There is Professor!"
Harry moaned in grief and took the children and ran towards the muggle world with them.
He hated fame.
"Dad, why the heck are we he?"
"Language, young one. Anyway, Ronald, we are here to meet your godfather. You have never met him in your life as you remember, right?" Harry told his youngest son.
"Yeah, so?" Asked the five-year-old boy.
Harry nodded and told his son, "This is the beautiful country of Nepal. Your godfather immigrated to this place shortly after your birth. He is now a known saint in Kathmandu. He resides nearby the Himalayas, right at the feet of Mt. Everest."
Ronald Dean Evans-McGonagall nodded and took his father's arm who walked them to the place.
"Daddy, why can we no apparate?"
Harry looked at his curious son and answered, "This is a foreign place, not mention a different continent. I am only here as to my position in ICW, son. I do not have a licence belonging to this country."
Ronald nodded and continued walking with his father.
The thirty-five-year-old father and the five-year-old son ended up next to an unwelcoming place.
It was purely black from outside and had a couple of windows on each side of the little cabin.
It was enough for a couple.
Harry knocked on the door; it opened silently with no response.
"Hello?"
The dark log cabin did not scare away Ronald, the fact was clear as the kid called for any form of life.
A thin man with greasy black hair, which were so long that Albus would be proud, approached. He had curious black eyes that contained fire and had a slightly hooked nose. He was dressed entirely in black robes, fit for a holy man.
The man had wisps of a beard coming on his face; clearly, he did not worry about appearance.
The man stroked his little petite moustache and said in a cold voice, "Remember me now that you have work, Evans? Who is the boy?"
Harry chuckled and said, "Severus, my boy, it has been four years, nine months, and twelve days, if I am correct?"
The saint nodded curtly and let them inside in a hostile manner.
Ronald blurted, "Are you my godfather?"
The saint looked quite surprised at the sudden question.
"What?"
Severus looked at the boy and then at his ex-Professor; a burden on his shoulders started weighing him down. Severus did not know what is happening other than that he only escaped Azkaban because he was forced out of the country, never to return.
Severus had joined the waning Death Eaters as a spy, some did not surrender (Jugsons and Notts being prominent within them), and started leaking Ministry's files from the Department of Magical Transportation. Why in the world did he not listen to his friends, Harry Evans and Lily Potter, about joining those bastards?
Yes, he wanted recognisation.
Severus was kicked out of Great Britain for treason against the country, and was about to be chucked into Azkaban, if not for the man in front of him.
Harry Evans had gotten Severus to be 'just' kicked out of the country, and in return, Severus has to provide rare Potions, made from him.
At least, it was better than sharing a prison with the Dark Lord.
Severus only exported Wolsbane Potion to Great Britain for free, no other Potion required as due to no other Potion was rarer than this one, except of course, those which needed ingredients that had Dark Magic.
Severus knew that Wolsbane only resulted in an early death for werewolves, which was saying a lot since werewolfism resulted in werewolves to loose at least two decades of their lives. But Severus was free, and that's what matters. And Lupin will die early, along with the werewolves who threatened Severus. Ha! Werewolf population will crumble soon as every werewolf is in custody of Ministry, though they are planted as Defence Forces on the boundaries of the country, and even appointed as Special Task Forces for which they need stronger soldiers.
And because of this, Severus knew, that bastard Lupin will be a puppet that will die in a decade or two, only serving Ministry his entire life in misery and loneliness.
Severus said in surprise, "What?! Who are you, child?"
Who is this child? Severus does not recognise this boy with the blackest hair ever and lively green eyes. Someone not affected by war. But who is this kid?
The boy seemed a bit put down, and then had Harry said a sentence, "Severus, meet my son, your godson, Ronald Dean Evans-McGonagall."
Severus looked up in surprise. What the Fuck?
Severus knew that Harry's youngest child was his godson, but never ever he had thought that the child would be like this, nor had he ever imagined to meet the child. Severus had thought it to be a mistake that he was chosen the godfather. A Death Eater is a godfather of Lightest Couple ever, never heard of.
Severus began tearin up, his face void of any color, and said, "Why?"
Severus didn't know he had begun crying in elation and delightfulness.
Ronald ran hurriedly and tackled his godfather in a hug which was subconsciously returned. The boy's godfather cried in the boy's shoulder, clutching him as if he was his lifeline.
Severus stuttered, "Th-than-nk Yo-ou. B-b-bu-t w-wh-hy m-m-me?"
Harry smiled happily and then said, "I had said this before, and I will say it again; You are the bravest man I have ever met. Seriously, who angers Lily Potter consciously? Even James does not do this."
Severus subconsciously shuddered at the thought.
27 December 1990
"Mate! What happened to you?"
"Nothing, Brian. Just a cold. It is like I-I-I get weaker, every second."
Brian nodded in understanding and acceptance, and said, "Yeah, m-m-me as w-w-well. Did you drink your batch of Wolsbane this week?"
"Yeah." Remus nodded and stood up tiredly. What is happening? He did not know. Remus only that Fernir Greyback has betrayed the country and is roaming around somewhere. That Bastard's nerve!
Remus had not met his friends in a couple of years, except Harry Evans, who seemed to be everywhere. Remus' only connection, except werewolves, was his idol. The only person who got him out of his awkward circle.
"What is that?!" A woman asked. If Remus was right, that was Chiara Lobosca, the only werewolf, except Remus, to enter Hogwarts as a student. She was seventeen, if Remus was correct, and was here during the Christmas Break as a trainee for this work. This stuff was her future.
Remus looked at the thing she was pointing.
It was a huge winged creature of poison green. It's eyes were red and it's body was spiked. It looked as if it were magic resistant. Remus began recounting the list of magic resistant creatures he had read.
Drakon.
A Fucking Full-Grown Drakon.
And they had a force of a couple hundred werewolves, with twenty novices.
How the Fucking Hell can they defeat this monster the Ancient Warlocks of Greece are so afraid of? At least it is not a hundred metres tall.
Remus shouted, "Red Alert Fuckers! This is a Fucking Full-Grown Drakon! A Fucking Wild Drakon!"
Brian shouted over the winds, "How the Fuck did it find us?! Why the Fuck does he wants to attack us?!"
Remus and Chiara came to a realisation at the same time; they shouted together, "Call Dumbedore! THIS IS GRINDELWALD'S FRONTAL ATTACK!"
The Drakon breathed fire.
31 December 1990
Gellert paced the small room in which he was. This wooden cabin is too small for his liking but at least it is not a prison. Why did they move him even?
Gellert Grindelwald had escaped the Azkaban. Seriously, he is a mage, not a squib.
Gellert had thought of getting what muggles called 'Plastic Surgery' but thought better of it. He was already weak, he did not want to die.
Gellert thought, 'Only downside of making Horcruxes; when they are dead, you are physically less powerful and your health declines.'
How had the insolent brats known that his Horcrux was his old prison?
It was tough, but Gellert had hidden one-fourth of his soul in his prison's basement's cellar doorknob. How did they know of it.
Gellert only wanted to make the world a better place for magical. He only made a Horcrux to get more time, and peer pressure of course. If Albus Fucking Dumbledore can do it, so can he. Why did Dumbledore even think that Gellert's prison's cellar's bars would be ideal?
If one were to get a person out of the cellar, they needed to permanently destroy the bars. And luckily, Gellert was in that cellar.
Gellert had celebrated the whole year of 1950 to get a step closer to get a step ahead of Dumbledore, his ex-friend and newfound enemy.
Albus wanted to destroy and poison world by making them think that mudbloods are good people! Seriously, did he not see those nukes and bombs?
Did Albus think so lowly of mudbloods and the mud below that he thought their weapons are harmless? Is he going senile? That underestimating old fool is finally going senile. Another good thing of the couple Gellert found this year.
Gellert knew that that Evans boy is a good man, doing good things, but he did not know much about the poisons of the world. Especially about Dumbledore and Wolfsbane.
Gellert tried gazing into the future for he had the Inner Eye, and saw something.
It was difficult, but Gellert had the Inner Sight, that was one thing that was Gellert's secret and helped in the war.
Gellert saw that Evans man (He had to admit, if Gellert was younger; this is the perfect man) holding a Goblin-Made Sword with an unrecognisable head in his head.
It was a human's head for sure, but it was burnt to crisp.
"No." Gellert muttered, "No, it was just a myth. NO!"
The man had the sword of Fucking GRYFFINDOR.
This man-
"Shut up. Calm down." Gellert said to himself.
Gellert saw rage in this man's eyes, and was thankful it was not for him. It was rage in its raw form. Power was radiating off this man.
Gellert ran a hand through his beard as he thought of the Sight. It had ended. Gellert saw this Harry Evans person. Sexy, by the way. And saw this angry young man with the Sword of GRYFFINDOR and a dead person's head.
Most likely, this man has just killed the new Dark Lord who is rising, but failed to save a loved one. Ah! A perfect tragedy novel of a lovestruck-.
"Shut up. Calm down." Gellert muttered to himself.
Gelert just thinks of random stuff in this lonely period, now that he is only waiting for his Drakon to give the message to that Evans man. Seriously, who does not spot a huge creature with a scroll tied on it's leg?
Gellert opened the exit of the cabin as someone knocked on it.
Gellert knew it was his disciple who saw wrong.
This man who underestimated the mudbloods and the mud below.
"Happy Birthday, Tom."
Tom smiled and entered the room.
The duo sat down on the chairs in the little room.
Tom said, "I still think that I am right."
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. But I called you here to tell you that-"
Gellert's chest started hurting and he started gasping.
Gellert heard Tom cursing and screaming.
Gellert heard a laugh and then a boom.
Gellert knew no more.
1 January 1990
GRINDELWALD AND HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED DEAD?
BY RITA SKEETER
THIS REPORTER FOUND OUT THAT YOU-KNOW-WHO, NOW KNOWN AS UPRISING INDIVIDUAL TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE, AND AZKABAN ESCAPEE, DARK LORD GRINDELWALD, WERE MEETING IN A WOODEN CABIN IN BERLIN, GERMANY.
THIS REPORTER FOUND OUT THAT THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT TORTURING THE COMMON PEOPLE, AND SOME LOCAL HITWIZARDS FOUND THEM. THE DARK LORDS STARTED KILLING THEM WITH UNFORGIVABLES AND OTHER DARK MAGICS.
WHEN THE HOPE WAS GETTING LOST, A HITWIZARD'S SPELL HIT A WAYWARD CONTAINER OF INFLAMEABLE MATERIAL AND THE CABIN BLEW UP.
ONLY ONE HITWIZARD REMAINS, AND IS IN DEEP COMA. BUT THE QUESTION REMAINS THAT THE MOST FEARED DARK LORDS ARE STILL ALIVE OR NOT? HAVE THEY SURVIVED USING DARK MAGIC OR HAVE THEY DIED IN A SURPRISING MANNER?
BUT ALAS, WE DO NOT KNOW, AS ALL LEFT OF THE SITE IS NOW ASH AND A HUGE CRATER. ANOTHER QUESTION BY THE NEWLY-ELECTED MINISTER OF MAGIC, BARTEMIUS CROUCH JR. IS IF THAT THE INCIDENT WITH THE DRAKON IS DUE TO TOM RIDDLE AND GELLERT GRINDELWALD. IF IT IS, THEN HOW DID THEY MANAGE TO CONTROL SUCH ABOMINATON?
THIS REPORTER WILL FIND OUT.
4 January 1990
Harry Evans walked into the little shack in which Bellatrix Black resided with two other people, the feared Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, a war mage and Azkaban escapee, and Tom Riddle, ex-Voldemort.
Harry spoke the password, "Open" to the viper on the door.
The door opened and he saw the situation.
The two men were lying on the bed in the adjacent room, the bedroom, and Bellatrix Black was in the sitting room, working on some papers. Harry asked, "What happened?"
"You read the paper?"
"Yes. Now tell me the real truth."
Bellatrix dove into what actually happened and then, a groan was heard.
"Someone of the two woke up."
How did she get them?
Bellatrix brought into the room a pale man with white hair and blood red eyes. The man stood thin and tall. He was gasping and holding his chest as if will fell any second.
Tom Riddle looked at Harry and gave a weak smile. He said, "It was someone I did not anything about. I had to resort to Dark Magic. The blast burnt everything and killed a dozen men, and left one, who the closest to us, in a really bad condition. Gellert's in a coma. He had a heart attack again."
Harry looked at the sleep man with long white hair, and a short bushy beard. He was a bit on the weak side and had dark circles. His hand was on his heart and his legs looked as if they were burnt, and there was a scar on his lip.
"He was going to tell me something, but then, this happened."
Harry nodded in acceptance. Who was it that was doing this? The Drakon-
"Oh, and by the way, the Drakon was on it's way to send a letter to you."
That was the most awaiting question.
"Why not an owl?"
Tom chuckled and then said, "Gellert thinks that owl are just really weak, and Drakons look really cool. An Ancient Colored Piece of a Myth, that's what he calls them."
"How the Fuck do you know him?"
"He is- was- my teacher after Hogwarts. I stayed in his prison for three years after I left Borgin and Burke's. He taught me of Dumbledore's history, and some difficult magics. He also taught me how wards are done, and the rune structure. God knows that I hate doing work with Ancient Runes! Do you know how hard-"
Tom coughed blood.
Bellatrix warned Tom, "No more talk for an hour or there will be more blood, and we don't want you dying, sweetie, do we?"
So, she figured out that she loved him, eh?
Harry nodded in Tom's place, and plopped down next to him on the little couch. Harry began settling his thoughts. Who is this new Dark Lord? What is happening?
'The Prophecy.' Harry realised.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
'It only mentions the Dark Lord, not the name. It could have meant different Dark Lords as well as it could have meant that there is another Dark Lord.' Harry thought, considering the possibilities. Harry knew, thanks to Albus Dumb-ledore, that Prophecies can have infinite meanings and it is up to them to consider it.
This Prophecy was the same. Except that Harry will complete this Prophecy. It is up to Harry, as he is the only one marked by a Dark Lord as his equal, the only equal of a Dark Lord who was born at the end of July.
Harry nodded solemnly at Tom, and then said to Bellatrix and Tom, "I have to go. I was here to check on you, my friends, but now I have to go. I have a Wizengamot meating to attend." Harry nodded once more, and left the house for what will be a long period.
25 January 1990
"Dad?"
Harry looked behind his back to see his son, James Evans, standing there with a piece of Parchment that was so long that Harry feared it may be enough to make a shirt for him, and still have enough material.
Yes, Harry thought in a weird way. But then, look at Tom, Albus and Gellert Grindelwald, the three infamous wizards known for their power. The Three Lords of the Century, as the Ministry had called them.
"Mr. Evans, I have told you many a times that when we are in a situation as a teacher and student, you must address me as Professor." Harry told his son sadly in a soft voice. It felt to him that he is pushing his family away, and Harry only needed his family to stay alive.
"Of Course, Professor, but my dad told me that family comes first and foremost, so the setting goes to the graveyard of foolish promises." James said cheekily.
Harry grinned and then said, "How did you not think of that loophole before, son? But anyway, call me Professor when in class."
James smirked and said, "I had to prank those Fred and George to get me to think of that. Those are some really good mates of mine." Harry nodded.
Harry said, "I know, son, you told me about them the whole Christmas Break. Your mum thought that you might fancy one of them until you said that they pranked you by dying your hair blue."
James and Harry laughed at the stupid situation.
30 January 1990
"Harry?"
"Yes, Lily? What is the matter?"
Lily Potter ran into the room and hugged Harry for comfort. She sobbed into his shoulder, which caught Harry by surprise. She whispered in his ear, "Thank God you are okay. They told me that you got hurt during the mission."
Harry smiled at her antics and then said, "It is okay, Lily. That explosion barely made my toe hurt."
It was a solo ICW mission that Harry had taken. He was in Egypt when it happened. Harry had been there to find the ancient temple of Ra that the ancient warlock of Chile had built during the stone age period.
Rumor has it that it contained information regarding forgotten spells and the Arthimancer's treasure. Harry had gotten close to the temple, but then he was blasted with the most powerful type of fire, even more dangerous than Dragon Fire, Greek Fire.
Greek Fire laps onto anything and everything, and then burns everything nearbly in a half a mile radius. Harry had the Fire on his robes. Harry had thrown the robes away, and summoned his handy broom.
Harry had flown away with Fire 'flying' towards him to eat him.
Harry had a chunk of his hair burnt away, and was really grumpy that his hairstyle was ruined by fire. But hey! He had a good story and a natural way to get shorter hair.
The worst that happened to Harry was that his middle finger was chopped off, and there was now a huge scar on his back with an addition of his leg getting burnt by the fire. At least, no permanent damage was done.
But it was enough to get Harry admitted into St. Mungo's for a month, and having to do no stressful work for at least a couple of months.
Why is it always him?
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