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Chapter Fourteen: The New God

Ginny Weasley – Present Day

November 20, 1999

Ginny apparated at St. Mungo's and headed straight for Amelia's room. She saw her Mum outside of the room, knitting needles in the air and her wand guiding them, probably knitting a sweater with an "A" on it for Amelia.

"Ginny, Dear," she said when she saw her only daughter approach her. "Shouldn't you be at the ball?"

"I wanted to talk to you before Ron and Jessica came back." Molly Weasley put down her wand and stopped her knitting, and gave her full attention to Ginny. "Mum, Jessica needs to know that Amelia is a witch."

"Ginny, that is not up to us to do. When she turns eleven, someone from Hogwarts will inform her, and until then, we act as if we do not know."

"But this is ridiculous! Amelia is in there fighting for her life! Jessica needs to know, Mum!"

"Ginevra, don't you go and say anything!" said Molly, using her authority over her daughter.

"Yeah, keeping more secrets from people. Just like you're keeping George from me!"

Molly looked back and forth before replying to her. "How do you know?" she whispered.

"It doesn't matter, you can keep secrets from me but I won't do that to Jessica." Ginny walked into the room and stared at the motionless little girl. She was so small, she could not be more than two years of age. Ginny's rage increased as she watched Amelia. They were keeping the truth from Jessica, the girl's mother, but it wasn't right. Ginny was already at war with her family, so what was yet another reason to be? She had made up her mind, she was going to tell Jessica. Slight movement coming from Amelia's hand caught her eye.

"Ginny, Dear," came her Mum's voice, very cautiously. "About George…" Molly, however, stopped dead in her tracks. There were several sparks coming from each of Amelia's hands. "What did you do?" Molly said, exasperated.

"I didn't do anything!" said Ginny, with attitude in her voice. "Isn't it just accidental magic? All witches and wizards experience cases of it, don't they?"

"I don't think this is accidental magic. I shall go get Healer Martus."

As Molly went to find the head Healer, Ginny grabbed her galleon and messaged Ron. Jessica needed to be here and she needed to know the truth once and for all. Molly returned rather quickly with the Healer, just as Ginny slipped the galleon back into her bag. Healer Martus had them leave the room as a group of healers entered. Ginny and Molly sat in silence for awhile in the hallway, waiting.

"I suppose I should Owl Ron," Molly was saying.

"I already messaged him with my galleon. It will take them awhile since they have to travel the muggle way, but they should be here soon enough."

"You shouldn't have done that, Ginny, I never said to..."

"I know that, Mum, you never tell me anything anymore. The George conversation isn't over, but right now it's about Amelia, and her mother needs to know what's going on."

"Ginevra Molly Weasley, I understand that you are upset but you do not take that tone with me!"

The mother and daughter sat in complete silence, until Ron and Jessica came running up the corridor in their Yule Ball attire, sweat dripping down the both of them.

"What's going on, is Amelia okay?" Jessica asked nervously.

Ginny took a deep breath. "There's something you need to know."

Hermione Granger – Present Day

November 20, 1999

Hermione, Viktor, Luna, and Draco exited the ball flushed and sweaty.

"Thank you for your help, Luna," Hermione said to her friend.

"I, uh, enjoyed myself too, thanks," Draco said awkwardly to her.

Luna smiled. "Anytime, you're a great dancer, Draco!"

Hermione turned to Viktor. "I'll be right back, I'll just take Draco to his common room." Viktor nodded, but took Hermione in for a tight hug and a long kiss, all the while staring at Draco. Hermione and Draco walked silently side by side to the dungeons. It had been a long evening of dancing, and they had been among the last few people to leave. It wasn't long before they arrived in front of the Slytherin common room. "Well, goodnight," she said to Draco, turning to leave.

"Wait," Draco called out. Hermione turned back to him, a look of curiosity on her face. "Don't go," he asked her.

"Why? What do you need?"

"No, I mean..." Draco looked upset; he took a deep breath. "Don't go to Krum's tonight, stay here, at Hogwarts."

"Why?" asked Hermione, puzzled.

"Hermione, I know I screwed up, but I think if you give me a chance to explain..."

"No, Draco, no, stop!" She knew what he was getting at and she was not going to allow it. "Don't do this, you will not ruin this for me. Get in that common room, now!"

Draco hesitated. "No."

"What do you mean, no? I'm leaving, you need to go in there."

"I won't, not until I know you won't go to Krum's."

Hermione could not believe what was going on at that moment. "You're joking, right? Draco, I am leaving. You know the rules, if I cannot watch you, you are to be in your common room. Now get in there!"

Draco folded his arms and leaned against the wall. "Make me," he smiled.

"Make you?" she shrieked. "This isn't a game!"

"I don't know, I'm kind of enjoying it now, actually," he said.

"You are such an ass, Draco Malfoy. I am leaving, goodbye!"

"Bye, Granger, just remember though, we both go to Azkaban if you walk away."

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face him, daggers shooting out of her eyes. "How dare you! After everything I have done for you?"

Draco held his hands up in defense. "I never asked for any of it, but I am asking for this." He moved closer to her, but she backed away.

"You don't get to make the rules," she said, slightly quieter this time.

"I have obeyed all of your rules and have asked for nothing. This is what I am asking for. Have you and Krum...?"

"What I do with my boyfriend is my business!" She snapped.

"Answer me, and I'll go in my common room," he offered.

"Fine, no we have not." She watched Draco smile. Hermione had never slept with anyone, not even Draco, although her and Draco had gotten really close. She prided herself on waiting, however, and had no intentions of sleeping with Viktor tonight, either.

"Okay, I'll go, but you know that's what he's expecting, right?"

Hermione didn't reply. No, she did not know that. He simply wanted her to visit his Estate, and spend the night, and, oh dear, Viktor wanted to sleep with her! "How do you know?" she asked him quietly.

"Sorry, Granger, I have to go," he said, and he walked into his common room.

Hermione walked back towards Viktor as slowly as possible. How could she not have realized what Viktor's intent was? She felt incredibly stupid as she neared the location where Viktor was waiting for her.

"Ready?" he asked her, a large grin on his face.

Hermione hesitated. "Viktor, I'm sorry, but, I don't feel well." She didn't look at him when she turned and headed for the grand staircase. "I'm really sorry, I'll galleon you when I'm feeling better." She hurried away, slightly guilty, and took a back staircase that lead to the dungeons.

Get out here, right now!

It wasn't long before Draco came out of his common room, a large smirk on his face. "Shouldn't you be in someone's bed right now?"

"Shut up, Draco!" she said. How does someone go from begging you to stay, to being a total obnoxious git? "How did you know what Viktor wanted?"

Draco snorted. "It's obvious, it's what every man wants!"

Hermione froze. Draco laughed at her reaction but she quickly composed herself. "Let's talk about Crabbe," she demanded.

It was time for Draco's demeanour to change. "No."

"Why?"

"I- I can't, Hermione."

"I didn't go to Viktor's for you!" she yelled.

"Vell, I expected there vas a reason, but I didn't expect it to be this."

Hermione spun around and her heart sank. Viktor was standing there, and he had just heard Hermione say that she had stayed behind for Draco.

Gellert Grindelwald – Present Day

November 21, 1999

"Thank you, Pius," he said, as he accepted the chicken and bread that his servant handed him.

"Of course, but wouldn't you prefer much better food?"

Gellert chuckled. "When you spend many years in prison eating nothing but scraps, this here is a feast."

Pius nodded. "Shall we continue then, Master?" he asked him.

"Yes, I think we should. Now we last left off, I believe, with the story of the Giants?"

"Yes, Master, The Dark Lord sent-"

"Pius, what have I told you about calling him The Dark Lord? He is not a Lord! The fool made seven horcruxes and still died at the hands of a teenager! No, call him by his real name, Riddle, as that's all he was anyway, a joke."

"Yes, Master, so he sent some of us to consult with the Giants, Greyback led the group."

"He sent a werewolf to consult with the Giants?"

"Yes, Master, he wanted the Giants to see that he treated non-humans properly."

"Hm, clever." He took a bite of his chicken. "Continue, Pius."

"So, he met with the Gurg, that's the-"

"Yes, yes, head Giant, continue."

"And the Gurg agreed, and those who didn't went into hiding, but Greyback killed them. Got in real big trouble for it, though."

"Yes, that's one thing Riddle and I agreed on, the unnecessary spill of magical blood was truly a waste. I don't know if I would consider Giants having magical blood, however..." Gellert was lost in thought. He shrugged his shoulders after awhile. "So, he acquired the Giants. All the good that did for him!" he laughed.

"He wanted numbers, that was always important to The Dark Lord."

"What did I tell you, Pius? How can you call that man a Lord? He accomplished nothing! I can be the first to admit defeat, and yes, Dumbledore did defeat me, but yet here I stand! Can Riddle say the same? I may have lost a battle, but this is a war, and this war is mine! No, Riddle is not a Lord. I am a Lord! Better yet, Pius, I am a God!"

Sirius Black – The Past

December 26, 1995

"You were so cheerful before Christmas, what's changed?" Remus Lupin asked him.

"Harry is leaving soon, Remus, and I'm stuck in this excuse of a house."

Remus laid a hand on his best friend's shoulder. "Harry is not too far, and he is in your life now, the way it should be, Sirius, you should be happy."

"Of course I'm happy, Remus, but now I don't know when I'll see him next, Dumbledore won't let him come this summer."

"You know very well that in order for Lily's protection to work, he needs to be with his muggle family."

"Rubbish, Remus! Who can protect Harry better than us?"

"Lily was his Mother, she chose to protect him this way and so, we must respect that."

"Lily is dead, Remus!" Sirius shouted.

"Yes, thank you, Sirius, I am aware. But her final act was to protect her son. Besides, you know Dumbledore will bring him here for a period of time, even if it isn't for the whole summer." Sirius didn't reply, but Remus continued on the subject of Harry anyway. "Have you told him, Sirius?"

"No, it's not that easy."

"Sirius, you really should-"

"Don't you think I bloody well know?" Sirius yelled. He sighed deeply, he did not mean to yell at his friend. "For sure Dumbledore will bring him by before Harry enters his sixth year?"

"I am almost certain."

"Very well," Sirius nodded. "Then I will tell him this summer."

Author's Notes: To the lovely "Guest" who mentioned Arthur Weasley, you hit the nail right on the head! Stay tuned for chapter 19 ;) Let's talk about Grindelwald for a second... Since his character has not been fully developed in the HP world (Fantastic Beasts will give us plenty of insight but since that won't be for awhile, I get to create his personality myself) I have decided to base his personality around that of Negan's from Walking Dead (for non-walking dead fans, I truly don't know how to explain it lol) You'll see a detailed side of him in chapter 19 (that's a biggy, that chapter 19!) I enjoy reading what people think so please continue to review/message. The next chapter is going to start to build a new unique relationship... Enjoy! Oh, one more thing... Someone asked about the flashbacks.. I know that they are currently all over the place right now (that's the point) they will all tie in at some point so nothing will be left unanswered (such as Sirius' secret).