Magic is more than just energy, it is the glue that holds the entire world together
Harry inhaled as much air as he could through his nose as he tugged on the bottomless pit of magic that laid deep inside his naval. Whether or not that was where the magic actually laid or it was simply the place that he pictured it, he could feel the warping sensation in his torso and suddenly he was warmer than he could ever remember being.
The world around him froze in a moment that reminded Harry of the scene from the Hospital Wing
"So what exactly are you?"
"I am something similar to a ghost but also different. I am an avatar of Magic"
"Is that why the world is frozen?"
"Yes, I have important information to tell you"
"Ok, don't wait for an invitation, out with it"
The smaller Harry gave a large evil smile, "You can't win this war"
Harry rolled his eyes, "You're not the first person to tell me that"
"I am the first one to have the knowledge of what is to come. I am here to tell you the truth, listen to my words and accept them or not. You, Harry James Potter, The Champion of Wind, The Boy who Lived, the Child of Prophecy, the Man who Succeeded. You are not enough to win this war because you're very presence here is a mistake. A costly one that will cause things to spiral out of control. Take my warning and return home"
"No, I don't think that I will. I have already given my word that I end this war"
"Then you have done it to yourself" said the smaller Harry with a level of pity in his voice that made Harry tighten up inside, "You have so much heartbreak, sorrow, and defeat ahead, it will break you"
"You again?" questioned Harry to his younger counterpart
"You shouldn't do this" warned the 14 year old Harry, "Tom was a mad man, an abomination against Magic. Listening to him is not something any sane man should do"
"And what makes you think that I'm sane?" asked Harry
14 year old Harry walked through the frozen people and said "Magic always has a manner of knowing"
"Noisy little wanker" commented Harry
14 year old Harry rolled his eyes in pure teenage angst fashion and replied "I am an all knowing sentient being"
"Then you know that I am doing this"
"I know that you should not be doing this"
"You really shouldn't"
"Why not"
"Because it is unnatural"
"I disagree"
"The ministry is something that stands between a world of chaos and the orderly world you live in"
"Then I must bring it all down, to build a better on the ashes of the old one"
"You cannot win this war"
"You've already told me that before"
"Tom is inside your head"
"Leave"
"Please Harry, don't do this"
"Then stop me"
14 year old Harry disappeared and Harry felt pure disappointment radiating in the air, but he ignored it as the world around him resumed. Harry continued to float in place as his magic exploded out from his body, pushing everyone away from his body as he let loose a mighty roar as more magic was pushed from his body than he ever experienced before.
"So if Magic is more than energy, what is it?"
"It is alive to a certain degree, that's why things like intent and will are important. Magic is capable of taking life and creating it. Think about it Harry, how did I get here?"
"I guess Magic, I haven't really thought about it"
"Magic is as much a guide for us as our wands are for it. We take something that is alive, the wood and cores, and mixed them together to channel magic. Accidental magic is your magic protecting you. Magic is as a force of nature, a piece of the world as much as gravity"
Harry could hear Tom's voice whispering in the back of his head and his eyes glowed bright green as he achieved Mage status for the first time. The world was brighter, the coppery taste on his tongue led him to discover the rip of tissue in his mouth. He could feel every witch and wizard in the room, the amount of magical might they held and how weak they all were compared to him.
Harry floated to the middle of the room and he locked his eyes onto Fudge.
Fudge gulped, "Now, young man, I think we should think before we do anything rash"
Harry narrowed his eyes at Fudge as he struggled to contain the massive amount of power that was flowing through him. He could feel it begging him to be unleashed, his emotions felt like they were turned up to 10 thousand and he could taste the nasty bile of throw up join the bloody puddle in his mouth.
A flex of magic and his mouth was cleaned up, the small tear from screaming was healed up and Harry shuttered as he felt an aching feeling wash over him, the magic pushing against the boundaries of his body, begging to be unleashed. This must be why nobody ascended to Mage hood. This feeling wasn't a good one, it was intoxicating and Harry wasn't sure if he can handle it.
"I think we're past that Minister" said Harry, mocking the title that Fudge carried.
Harry spoke as his voice slowly raised "Tom was not that great of a man, but he was abused by muggles and forced to return every year against his wishes. Wishes that you could have granted"
Everybody but Harry in the room suddenly grew very pale.
"I was told that my younger self from this world also wished to not return to his terribly abusive muggle relatives " He said as the mask of calmness on his face slowly disappeared, giving way to insane anger
"Tom was ignored by the Ministry with his cries of being mistreated" said Harry as a pulse of magic caused the ground to crack
He raises his wand and points it Fudge, "You do not respect his wishes, you did not respect my wishes"
Magic pulsed rapidly as Harry arrived at his conclusion "Therefore…" and an exhale later 'I find this government…unfit to rule and must be…"
Harry's eyes lit up with green flames "Eliminated"
"The ministry is something that stands between a world of chaos and the orderly world you live in"
"Then I must bring it all down, to build a better on the ashes of the old one"
This was Harry chance to make a decision and impact the world in a lasting matter other than killing Tom.
But how could he make a lasting impact?
Tom and him had planned a massive overthrowing of the government, banishing the Ministry from existence and allowing him to assume control over Magical Britain.
But that was not what he wanted, Harry had little desire to actually rule over things.
So? What was he supposed to do? What was the decision that he had to make here?
The Ministry was undoubtedly corrupt and unfit to be left without a massive overhaul or someone new in charge.
But government was meant to be not only the most wise, but they are also virtuous and selfless. To combat corruption,
Could he afford to show any type of mercy towards the guilty in a moment like this? When had the world ever shown him any mercy?
The mass of flames exploded away from Harry as his magic was unleashed in a wave that pushed back the flames away from his body. And the entire island of the UK shook as a tsunami of magic exploded from Harry's body.
"Η πιο μαύρη φλόγα, καταστροφέας όλων, εξαπολύω τη δύναμη του ήλιου (The blackest of flames, destroyer of all, I unleash the power of the sun)" called out a familiar voice.
Harry saw flames that were so black, they sucked the light out of the surrounding area, slam into the barrier. The barrier was holding up to the force of the black flames until, the fire on the inside of the barrier slammed into the same place as the black flames had on the outside. The barrier flickered, and Harry leapt through the slightly faded ward line.
"SIrius, what are you doing here?" asked Harry as he struggled to regain his breathe, as the intense heat had made it much harder to breath.
"Harry, I felt you from the other side of the country. Besides, I was at Hogwarts watching the tournament, and when that French witch that you like came back alone, I assumed the worst. Besides, did you really think that I would just allow for you to be killed off? Don't you remember what I told you at the end of your third year, you're as good as my own son. I would die before I let anything happen to you"
"How did you find me?" wheezed Harry
"You're part of my family, the Ancient and Noble House of Black. Since, I have no children and you are my god-child, that makes you my only Heir. When in a moment of great need or a dangerous situation, our family magic will alert the head of house, which is me, as to where you are. There are certain restrictions, but fortunately, we didn't run in to any of them."
Oh right, all the fucking time apparently.
Harry lowered his wand much to the displeasure of the magic racing through his body
Attack them, strike them down
Harry pushed down the screams and demands of the magic, his grip on the Elder Wand tightening as he wrestled control of his mind back from the wild magic influencing him.
Dropping to the ground, Harry shook his head at the fearful masses.
"Minister, tell me how I can trust you. What are you going to do to be better from here on out?" asked Harry
"Um ... I?" stammered Fudge
"I believe it is time to embrace a more community based approach" interjected Dumbledore.
Everyone in the room turned to look at the old leader of the Light who made his way down towards Harry without fear.
"For far too long, the Wizarding World of our great nation has been divided over superficial things. Things like being a pureblood or a muggle born are meaningless, what is important is that Magic is Magic" continued Albus
"I have never wanted to step on anyone's toes, but the Ministry and the Minister are clearly not up to the task of uniting the people under the right banner, Magical people not under the Minister" finished Albus.
Fudge growled "I knew that you wanted to steal the position from me"
Harry rolled his eyes, "I will abolish the position if you don't shut the fuck up"\
Fudge shrunk and Dumbledore looked around "My trust in the process and system for how to get the right results. I have failed to step in when the world desperately needed me. But if I had been allowed to help Tom back when he needed help, there never would have been a Lord Voldemort, there would be no death eaters. The world would have one of the best and brightest wizards to ever walk the planet still among us, working on something to benefit the world"
Amelia Bones "We must put it to a vote, but I have no doubt that we will be outing Minster Fudge and appointing Dumbledore to office today. We need someone with the power to back up this new order that we are going establishing"
Harry let out a sigh of relief as he allowed the power of his mage form disperse from his body and he dropped to the ground.
The next morning, Harry came downstairs with Hedwig perched on his shoulder, and Sirius got the feeling that Harry was being held captive by his own owl. They were getting set to leave when a package was dropped in the living room by an owl that literally flew into the room, dropped the package, and flew back out of the house.
"What is that?" asked Harry as Sirius scanned the package before deciding to open it.
"These are our wands. There is also a note."
I see no reason for an on the run criminal and a boy who faked his death to enter my shop again, here is your wands. The longer of the two is for Lord Black, it is 13 1/8 inches long, sturdy but springy, made of Ashwood and has the core of another Proud and Strong Unicorn. Do not break it again Lord Black.
For the boy who was live but died but is still alive, his wand is a bit more complex. His blood wouldn't take to just one type of wood or core, no it bound itself to two types of wood and two different cores. His wand is 10 ¼ inches long, inflexible but surprisingly supple, the woods are rosewood and yew, with a duel core of a strong Phoenix tail wrapped in a single strand of donated Veela hair.
I wish you both the best, but never visit me again.
-The Boris Swarve
Out of the package, Sirius pulled out two wands, the first was an ashy shade of grey and was longer than the other wand. Sirius grasped that wand in his right and pointed it at the couch, which rose with the slightest pulse of his magic. Turning his attention to the other shorter of the two wands, Sirius looked at the twisted wand made of spiraling stripes of deep reddish and a brownish tan wood.
The wand felt cold in his hand, as if the wand wasn't happy that he was using it. But he didn't pay any mind to that, crafted wands were usually an exact match to their owners, opposed to wands made in before and matched to person.
Handing the mixed wood wand to Harry, Sirius felt a pulse of magic fill the room and Harry smiled.
"So, what is our plan Harry?"
"Right now, we're going hunting"
Fleur laid on the couch, Harry's head resting in her lap as she mindlessly ran her right hand through his hair.
"Dumbledore is leaving today" stated Fleur
"That's good, the school year is over" replied Harry, "I'm just happy that I didn't have to do much after threatening to destroy it all"
"I am very happy as well" admitted Fleur
The two of them had enjoyed the several months that had remained the school year, just being a young horny couple.
Harry was not asked to attend classes all that much, nobody cared when he had done it again, defeating the dark lord and achieving Mage status. Harry took his OWLs and his NEWTS with the 5th and 7th years in the late spring.
"What do you want to do this summer?" asked Harry
"Return to France, I guess"
"I've never been to France, will you show me around?"
"You want to come with me?"
"Yes, what else would I do other than follow my beautiful girlfriend wherever she goes"
Fleur grabbed Harry's face and pulled him into a heated kiss.
The Ministry of Magic: July 1st
Harry and Fleur sat in the front row of the massive gathering of the people who were all there for a singular reason, the official appointment of Albus Dumbledore as the Minister of Magic.
The ceremony was not something that interested Harry all that much, he watched Fudge give some BS speech about how he wanted nothing but the best for this country and how happy he was to hand it to over to new leadership.
Several of the Hogwarts Professors gave glowing loving speeches about how amazing Dumbledore was and how the country was in great hands but Harry was unable to feel what they felt as while he loved Dumbledore, it was not this Dumbledore. Maybe he would over time as Dumbledore had told him that for the first couple of years, he would need Harry's looming presence to make sure thing went the way that they both wanted things to go.
Neither of them wanted another Tom Riddle Jr situation. Nor did either of them had any interest in dealing with anyone like him again. Not if they could help it.
Harry felt Fleur's hand tighten around his and he focused back in as Dumbledore took the podium. The usually flashy robs were gone and replaced by fancy navy blue robes that had the symbol of the Ministry on the left chest, right above the heart. The pointy hat was crisp and perfectly fitting the former Headmaster's head.
He smiled and the cheers that erupted throughout the room were nearly deafening to Harry, but another squeeze of his hand by Fleur helped him power through the moment. He was not fond of loud noises, he preferred the peace and quiet life now.
"Thank you for that much appreciated welcoming, it was heart warming" started Dumbledore, "I would also like to thank, former Minister Fudge for passing the torch to me as they say. My colleagues having such nice things to say about me is also nice to hear, especially since I am no longer their boss and they don't have to lie anymore"
He paused as laughter filled the room, a soft smile on his face.
"This position is something that I have avoided for decades" admitted Dumbledore, "Mostly because I never thought that I could do better than the person who was in office. I am only human, I have made so many mistakes as a person that I never felt confident that I could lead the entire country in the right direction. But then again, who could?
The lone time that I thought about taking this position when it was offered to me was way back in 1965, when I heard the first rumbling of my dearly departed student Tom Riddle was performing some rather unkindly actions to keep it children friendly. It had been 20 years since he had graduated school and he had been a rather brilliant student with a troubled home life.
So, to hear that he was founding his own political party, The Death Eaters who were a faction based on blood purity and magical rights, was not what I wanted to hear of my former student. And I thought of the times when he was younger, the 13 year old boy who would beg me not to send him back to the muggle orphanage where he was being raised. He would tell the staff at the time that they didn't feed him enough, that they would use a belt on the children there, that people stole his stuff, that he was not welcomed or loved there.
Every piece of me wanted to wrap my arms around the young man, tell him that everything was going to be okay and that he didn't have to go back. But there was no legal precedent for his situation and the staff was told that there was nothing that we could do for him. The International Statute of Secrecy was a law in the wizarding world that said that we could not allow muggles to know about our world. We didn't have the ability to create documents that could fool muggles back in the 1930's and 40's.
And thus, we failed him. He was never given the chance to grow up in a world where he would be respected and loved, where he would see the opportunity to grow into someone and something more. So, how can we stop this from ever happening again? That is a question that has been on my mind for roughly 40 years now.
Young Magical children should never be forced to live in a world where they are hated, live in a world where they are isolated. They should never live in a world where they have to hide who they are and what they are.
Tom was a flawed young man, but his final wishes are the kind that nobody could ignore. Which is why I have taken his request into account and followed through on it, even if it is in my own manner.
With my official taking of office, my first act as Minister is to create the Tom Riddle Jr's House for Misplaced Children. It will be a safe haven for all muggle born and half blood orphans that wish to remain in the wizarding world."
Harry was the first to stand and clap, Dumbledore had done right by him and Tom, even if it was too late for either of them to be saved.
A/N: I ain't even gonna cap, I have no idea how this will be received. I personally think that this is the best possible outcome for the story that I have told so far, but I'm sure that plenty will disagree.
Dumbledore becoming Minister is something I was toying with from around chapter 5 or 6 and I like the idea of Voldemort or Tom winning in a different sense.
The idea of naming the Orphanage after him is a two sided PR battle, you remind people of why you have to do this, we cannot allow another but also you're honoring where the idea came from.
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