He had been sitting with his old comrades, Linda Avery, Hermione Weasley nee Granger, Ronald Weasley, and Susan Finch-Fletchley in his personal study. They had all become old. Then one by one they had all left, after all it was July 30th, the last day of Hogwarts.
He felt it from the wards before he heard the knock. His son had arrived.
His house-elf Madky opened the door and brought the child to his study like he had asked his elf to.
His study was mostly bare in terms of decorations other then the Brown and Green paint, some bookshelves, and a portrait. The portrait was directly in the middle of the back wall and above his chair, making it the first thing anyone saw as they entered the study. The portrait depicted a bloody battlefield with human and goblin corpses thrown about. In the front stood a man, his arms wide, head held high as if he was staring at you, dressed in black robes that had a symbol of a phoenix and basilisk attacking each other in a circle with a thestral in the center on the right breast. The man had pale skin, a handsome sharp face structure, and slightly glowing Avada Kedavra green eyes which seemed to be accentuated by the slight emerald touches to his pristine robes. Behind him ten people formed a semi circle kneeling to him all of them with the Phoenix symbol. Behind them in what looked to be the distant horizon stood an army with the Phoenix symbol on their hoods and on a fluttering banner, their robes also plain black. And in the sky the symbol also flew, always watching, always guarding.
His son entered, a Hogwarts graduate, and of age. He smiled at him, "How was your year my son?"
"It was good father." replied Newton Longbottom as he sat down in a chair at the gesture of his father.
"Now, you have graduated, it is time for you to learn of a recent piece of history that effects us a lot but many prefer to get. What do you know about the Dark Lord Harry Potter-Black?"
Newton thought for a moment then spoke, "He ended the first and second purity wars but became a Dark Lord and started the Revolutionary War. He had won, Britain had fallen when he disappeared suddenly."
Neville nodded. "The story began on the Halloween of 1980. A Prophecy was made regarding a child who would defeat the Dark Lord and would be his equal. The Dark Lord Voldemort heard it and began searching for the boy. He finally believed it to be Harry Potter and attacked them on Halloween 1981. Harry Potter was left as a result of that attack an orphan, with a scar, and fame along with the moniker The Boy-who-lived. And so time passed. Harry Potter grew up in a neglectful at best, abusive at worst home. He was beaten, starved, and repeatedly told that he was worthless like his parents. When he entered the magical world at the age of eleven he thought it perfect until he was faced with the realization that it was not. Rubeus Hagrid had hatched a baby dragon and Harry helped him smuggle it out of the country to protect him from going to Azkaban for illegal dragon breading. He was caught out of bounds that night along with Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. Each of them lost fifty points each and were exiled unofficially for it. Then he faced a wraith of Lord Voldemort at the end of the year. Similarly he was osterized each year then faced Lord Voldemort at the end in some form until 6th year. In what was supposed to be his seventh year he spent it defeating Lord Voldemort, in the end walking to what he believed his own death to save the wizarding world. In the end he defeated Voldemort and he thought everything would be better.
Remember he was only seventeen at that time. He left Britain to travel the world and learn different things, and returned ten years later. During that time he only came back to Britain for a month around his godson Teddy Lupin's birthday. Then when only one year remained Harry Potter returned to England. He soon became furious as he saw now that mostly the Wizarding World had recovered they were making the stupid mistakes over again.
The same prejudice, idiocy, and disregard for magical traditions. But the needle that broke the camel's back was the law that the ministry tried to pass that anyone with werewolf blood no matter how miniscule may not attend Hogwarts or enter Saint Mungo's.
And so he gathered us, his friends, Hermione, Ron, me, and slowly a few others like Susan, Justin, and Dean. One thing led to another and eventually he decided that only Dark Lord's had brought change so he would become one. More people slowly joined, most notably your aunt Linda Avery.
And so he became a Dark Lord, and we his most loyal. I was his second in command and left hand, Avery his third in command and right hand. In short, it took twenty years, but he managed to take over Britain. With that all creatures but the Goblins who we went to war with again and wiped out, got equal rights. Nepotism was made impossible. Magical Britain was better for it. Traditions were once more being followed. Then he one day disappeared. And since then no one knows where he is."
Newton Longbottom was silent as he digested the new information. "Do you know where he is?"
"No,' said Neville Longbottom regretfully, "But we have hope, we believe he will one day return."
