Author's Note: In order to respond to a few reviews and personal messages:

1. Although many characters are influenced by Roman History, please don't try to find a one-to-one similarity between them. Over analyzing can ruin the fun.

2. Certainly, my estimate of the population of the magical world is way off from JK Rowling's. This is a debate I'll avoid entirely and hide behind the impenetrable shield of artistic license

3. The HarryGinny is entirely necessary to develop Harry's character. To those who have requested me to pair Harry with someone else, please stop doing so. Romance is not a central theme in this story.

4. Somebody mentioned the lack of muggleborns. It isn't deliberate. The Wizengamot is a central theme here, and it consists entirely of old pureblood families. Therefore, muggleborns haven't had much of a role as yet.

5. Reviews are appreciated and I take great pleasure in reading your thoughts and guesses.

Finally, it's that time of the year again. I leave gloomy London and fly to a nice, sunny beach for a few weeks to recharge for the coming year. Will be in Southern California until mid September. I doubt I'll be in much of a mood to write during this time. But I'll try to finish this story asap.

Part 4 - Tyranny

It was a cloudy morning, not unusual for London in that time of the year. But there was a strange foreboding aura all around and Sirius Black relished it. He walked confidently in the silent halls of the Ministry of Magic. The only people he could see had an eagle, a dragon or an owl emblazoned on their armour. The Griffin, the Scorpion and the Chimera were in existence but not allowed entry into highly secure areas, because Dictator Black didn't trust their commanders.

Sirius sighed. He knew he wouldn't be able to change history. He would be remembered as a tyrant, someone who challenged the democratic government. But it was necessary. "For the good of the Nation," he kept reminding himself. But to be honest, Sirius stopped caring about History, once Dumbledore conveyed his godson's unflinching loyalty to him.

Sirius knew he loved Harry. He loved Draco too, indeed Draco reminded him more of his own self. In fact, Draco often was often a greater source of pride to him. The trainer of the Chimera Legion would sing praises of the young Black, and Sirius would relish it. After all, he was Draco's role model. How could he not take pride in his nephew's rise to eminence.

It was different with Harry. Harry was so different from his old friend James that Sirius sometimes found it hard to not grudge the boy. But he loved him too. Harry was Lily personified, with much more maturity.

If anything, Sirius was shocked how Harry had won into the graces of Dumbledore without turning into one of Dumbledore's minions. In fact, Harry had often brought Dumbledore back to his senses.

However, Sirius regretted leaving Harry alone with the Blacks for so long. He knew how terrible his family could be. He had trusted Andromeda and Nymphadora to remain their old selves but the longer he remained in Britain, the more sure he was that it was a false assumption. The Black blood was beginning to show.

Nymphadora was a good girl. But she cared too much about proving to her Aunt Narcissa that she was a true Black. And Andromeda, his former idol in rebelling against the family - she was corrupted. She had seen a taste of Narcissa's influence amongst the purebloods and decided it was good.

"Dumbledore," he said to the Headmaster at one point during a private meeting between the two, "I find myself in a situation where I cannot trust anyone more than you about my godson's future."

"Harry is a delightful child," Dumbledore had replied. "A bit of a recluse, unfortunately, but a delight to some of us older people. How can I relieve you of your worry about him?"

"Should the situation ever require it," said Sirius, choosing his words carefully, "I want you to tell him that he was always my favourite." He sighed. "I wished to name him primary heir to my title and wealth but Narcissa convinced me to wait until the end of the war."

Dumbledore nodded and Sirius sighed in relief. "Tell me," asked Dumbledore cautiously, "Are the rumours about Moody - ?"

"Unfortunately," Sirius sighed. "Moody died peacefully but he has left me a real hornet's nest behind. I have had to crush voices of dissent with greater force than I care for." Sirius met Dumbledore's reproving glance unflinchingly, as he stood up to take his leave.

Despite his lack of friendship with Dumbledore, Sirius knew he could trust Harry's future wellbeing to him. That was why he didn't mind spending the next few months away from Harry, joining the Chimera is their training. After all, Draco was dear to him too.

"Excellent," Sirius nodded when he saw the drills completed by the young recruits. Draco was the second to finish it. The first was a muggleborn witch called Hermione Granger. "You three. Hermione, Drake, Ron. Follow me."

He led them to an inconspicuous area and waited until they had finished eating the meager rations he had brought with him. "You have spent eighteen months in training. How do you find it?"

Hermione and Ron looked at Draco, who spoke for all three. "It is good, General. We are doing our best, although, we regret we are not deemed capable of joining the actual battle."

Sirius sighed. "General Crouch has requested your cohort to join him in Azkaban several times. I have held his request back." He saw an expression of disbelief in Draco's face and again wished his nephew had more wits, like his godson. There was politics involved, not just bravery and courage. "However, he has reached a point where he absolutely needs your cohort. I cannot refuse him any longer. The three of you will be joining him in Azkaban within the week."

Sirius closed his eyes in chagrin when he saw the delighted expressions on Draco and Ron's face. However, he was a bit reassured by Hermione's guarded look. He turned to her. "Granger, do you understand what I am trying to say?"

She hesitated for a moment and then she nodded. "Yes, sir. I wish I was in the Eagle but I am in the Chimera and it is too late."

Sirius smiled at her. "I can change that, you know," he said. "I am Dictator, after all. Your cohort will leave within the week. However, Moody's death has changed the situation. The Owl is now under the command of my trusted aide Bill Weasley, your brother, Ron. He needs reinforcements. Do any of you want to leave your Legion and join the Owl?"

Draco and Ron looked troubled. Draco shook his head. "We swore allegiance to the Chimera. Our fate lies with General Crouch," said Draco, expecting his uncle to be proud of him. Sirius couldn't deny his pride and he repressed his frustration. He looked at Hermione.

"If it is fine with you, sir, I would like to join the Owl," she said finally. "And I hope you'd believe me when I say it isn't because I am having second thoughts of risking my life." A silent message was exchanged between them and Sirius smiled.

"I understand perfectly, Hermione," said Sirius, with a smile. "Come with me when I leave. You two," he turned to Draco and Ron. "The Eagle will, of course, join you during battle. But I won't be there. Good luck and godspeed." He started walking away and Hermione followed him. He could sense a tension between them. "Speak what's on your mind, girl."

"The Eagle won't be joining them, will they?" Hermione asked curiously.

Sirius chuckled. "You should meet my godson. No, the Eagle will unfortunately be delayed by some unfortunate inconvenience. The Chimera will bleed. A sad but necessary evil in the path to protecting the Nation. But... you appear clever enough to work it out yourself." He looked at Hermione intently to see her reaction to his statement. He was surprised when he saw her nod and leave it at that. He chuckled. "Welcome aboard, Granger."

"It is an honour, General."

--

"Chief Warlock, why the disguise?"

Frank flinched at the loud voice. He turned reprovingly at the person who had spoken. "I do not want even a whisper of my attendance to your... gathering, be made public. Do you understand?"

"But certainly," said Severus Snape. "Welcome to Spinner's End. It isn't much but -"

"It will do," Frank snapped. "I should have burnt your letter as soon as I received it. But... But..."

"But you have had enough of that scum Sirius Black and know we need to stop him," Snape led Frank inside. "May I introduce you to my old friend, Narcissa Black."

Frank gasped. He looked at her in disbelief. Narcissa stood up and smiled beautifully at the Chief Warlock. Despite her age, she was a real beauty. "It's a pleasure," Frank managed to say. "Pardon me. I am surprised to see you here."

Narcissa smiled. "Not at all," she said. "It is more surprising to see you here, Chief Warlock. We expected your upstanding values would not allow you to take part in our schemes."

Frank sighed. "Sometimes, one must choose the less evil of two paths. I am at your disposal." He turned around. "Greengrass. Madam Umbridge," he nodded. "A Weasley? Which one are you?"

"Percival," said Percy.

Frank nodded. He chuckled slightly. "And I thought my family had problems."

"Your meaning?" asked Percy coldly.

"One of your brothers is Black's henchman, another is Crouch's soldier. Your sister is betrothed to Black's nephew, who is also a soldier of Crouch, and his mother is conspiring against Black. Another one of your brothers is a strict Dumbledorean - Charles, I believe. Man, how does your family get through even a single meal without coming to blows?"

"We don't," admitted Percy. "Last Christmas, William stormed out after a fight with Ronald. I must admit Charles and I were completely unaware as we were having our own argument."

Frank nodded. "So why are we here? And who else is involved?"

Snape spoke first. "For now, we are all. To cut a long story short, we are gathered here for a single purpose. To put a check on Sirius Black's many mockeries of our Nation. Are we all agreed on that?"

There was a murmur of consent.

"Just how do you propose to get that done?" asked Frank.

"We are still discussing," said Narcissa. "Severus was quick to point out the many reasons why an assassination will not be an adequate response."

Frank shot up from his chair. His face was distressed.

"Sit down, Chief Warlock," said Severus. "We have decided to proceed in a fully legal and righteous manner of dealing with Black. That is why we have invited you today. We require your guidance and leadership."

Frank hesitated. But he slowly sat down. "Just so long as we are decided on that," he said. He frowned. "What of Scrimgeour, Diggory and Crouch?"

Percy spoke next. "General Crouch is occupied with Azkaban. The Chimera has been fighting a long and lonely battle against the Dementors," he spat. "The Dictator must be a fool if he thinks we cannot see through his designs. He wants Crouch and his Legion to weaken, if not completely perish."

Frank sighed. "He is the Dictator after all," he said ironically. "Very well. General Crouch is busy. General Scrimgeour is a liability at this stage," said Frank. "He is a man best employed right before the execution. Gives him less of a chance to blunder."

"That is something else we are agreed upon," said Percy. "Also, General Diggory is your man."

"My man?" Frank was surprised.

"At least, a loyal servant of the Wizengamot," amended Percy. "We will have him when the time is right."

"And the people?" asked Frank. "The common people love Black. They'd rather have things stay as they are."

"The people are fools," snapped Umbridge. "Mindless sheep lured by a shepherd with the most powerful flute. Black lures them with the petty changes he's making. That man is wasting Ministry gold on the common people... It is time for us to change the tune of the flute, Chief Warlock. Are you with us?"

Frank sighed. "One last chance," he said. "I will give Black one last chance to make good his promises and restore the Wizengamot." He stood up. "Gentlemen, Ladies, we will wait until his term as Dictator is over. I will give Black one last chance to make good his promises. After that, we strike."

He stood up and disillusioned himself. Quietly, he left the conspirators.

--

"Stir it six times clockwise and once anticlockwise."

Harry grabbed Ginny's hand and moved the stirrer as he had instructed. He was standing right behind her and her scent filled his noses. He was entranced by their closeness and contact but managed to follow his own instructions.

"Why?" Ginny asked curiously. "What is the difference?"

Harry forced himself to focus on the potion. "Stirring clockwise increases potency, and stirring anticlockwise increases stability. The Wolfsbane is a powerful potion. That is why you need much more potency than stability. Of course, the numbers are just a general thing. You could stir clockwise ten times and anticlockwise twice. It won't make much of a difference. The best mix is obtained through experience. I find six to one work best for me."

Ginny was thoughtful. "So the polyjuice potion is stirred anticlockwise all the time because stability is more important than potency?"

"Yes," said Harry. "You could of course stir clockwise a few times and increase potency to make the transformation last for longer. But you wouldn't have a stable transformation. You might miss a few features, like the colour of the eye or the length of hair or something like that. If you are using polyjuice for a different species, an animal or something, you need to stir clockwise to increase the potency."

Ginny frowned. "Why doesn't Snape tell us of all this?"

Harry smiled without answering.

"I'm so glad you're here. You're so much better than me even without taking sixth year potions," Ginny continued. Suddenly, she squealed in delight. "Ooh! Purple fumes! It's done!"

Harry smiled. "It is," he said, enjoying the girl's enthusiasm. "Good job, Ginny. That's a perfect Wolfsbane. You will be fine if you get this for your NEWT exam."

She giggled. "You know, I could sell this and make a fortune," she said. "Perfect Wolfsbane is a rare thing."

Harry shrugged. "If you want to, go ahead."

"But you bought the ingredients and guided me throughout!" Ginny argued.

Harry shrugged again. "You brewed it," he said. "If it makes you feel better, buy me a book or two from the profits."

Ginny smiled. She hugged Harry. "Thank you." She held him for a few seconds. "Do you have poem for me today?"

Harry grinned at her. "I thought you'd never ask," he said. "I have one by Coleridge. It's more of a story... the Rime of the Ancient Mariner." He saw Ginny hesitate. "Speak your mind, Gin."

She raised an eyebrow at the nickname but didn't say anything. "I would like to hear something that you wrote yourself... if you don't mind, that is... I mean, I.... don't bother if you don't... that is..."

Harry smiled at her. "I'd like that," he said. "Only Nymphadora has heard my poems so far." He saw her frown. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head. "You used to call her Nym earlier. I spoke to her a few weeks ago. She misses you, Harry."

Harry's expression became cold. He wondered what else his sister had told Ginny and Draco about him. "Shall we read the poem?" he asked coldly. Ginny nodded eagerly. Harry smiled again. He stood up. "I'll fetch my notebook from my dormitory. Where shall we meet?"

Ginny thought for a moment and said, "At the castle entrance? It's Hogsmeade weekend, we could grab some sandwiches and have a picnic somewhere."

"That sounds nice," said Harry, fearing Ginny would be able to hear how hard his heart was thumping inside his chest.

--

Crouch ordered a retreat. He ran. The Dementors were chasing him. Silently, he cursed Sirius Black. Even in his wildest dreams, he hadn't expected Black to thoroughly abandon him to the enemy. The man was a tyrant, but he seemed to have some honour. Crouch froze when he saw a handful of soldiers in front of him collapse. Black-cloaked figures swooped on his chimeras. He sighed, giving up and knelt to the ground. Memories of his son's betrayal and the death of his wife and son attacked his mind.

"Forgive me," he cried. "Forgive me, my love. I had to punish him. He was a criminal."

Dementors floated around him. Crouch lowered his head. Black had won. There would be no threat to his absolute power in the country any longer. Scrimgeour was a brash fool and people would sooner submit to a dictator than follow him.

He had given up. Any moment he would be kissed by a Dementor, a fate infinitely worse than death.

"Expecto Patronum." A voice shouted in the distance. "Everyone, to the general. Expecto Patronum."

Crouch raised his head in disbelief. It was young Draco Black. He had recruited the young boy by giving him a lucrative offer - a fast pass to a higher rank along with his friend Ron Weasley, whom the other Legions had decided against recruiting due to his low Charms and Transfiguration grades. Crouch had hoped to send the two on an early mission to their unfortunate death as revenge. But Sirius Black had outplayed him by keeping them back and sending the rest of his Legion to fight against the enemy.

"Ron, take your half of the company and cut the Dementors from getting behind us. You lot, follow me," Draco ordered, rushing towards Crouch. He ran until he reached his general. "General," he reached out and gave his hands to the man.

Crouch was amazed. The boy had absolutely no inkling about the politics behind their deployment and his own recruitment. He grinned, giving him his hand. "Draco, my lad, it sure is a surprise to see you..."

"Surprise?" Draco asked curiously. "You sent for us, General."

"I did indeed," said Crouch. "You see, I believed you would be in cahoots with your tyrant uncle. I thought you would have betrayed the Nation and the Chimera too. Forgive me," he amended himself, observing Draco's horrified expression. "I believed I have erred in my judgment of you."

"General Black would never betray the Nation!" Draco snarled. He pulled the man up. "What are your instructions, sir?"

Crouch knew better than to pursue further at that moment. It had to be handled subtly. "Take your company and save as many of the Legion as you can. Remember, I want my men alive, and that includes you."

Draco nodded stiffly and walked into the battlefield.

Crouch grinned as he stood up. He walked beyond the Apparition Field and apparated to his camp. "Bring me wine," he yelled to a serving girl. "Lots of it." He entered his tent and sat down.

Within a few seconds, one of his deputies entered. "General, a visitor arrived a few hours ago."

Crouch looked at him curiously.

"She claims to speak for the Chief Warlock," the deputy whispered.

"Send her in," Crouch said. He grinned when he saw the person who entered. "Dolores Umbridge," he greeted. "What a pleasant surprise!"

"General Crouch," Umbridge walked closer and allowed the man to kiss her on the cheek. "I am glad to see you breathing. I had expected the worst."

"It was a narrow thing," Crouch murmured. "I owe my life to young Draco Black. He came at the right moment."

"Malfoy, you mean," Umbridge amended. Seeing Crouch frown, she continued, "He has Malfoy blood. A respectable name, despite the actions of his father. And you know the saying, blood will out."

"Be that as it may," said Crouch noncommittally. "What news does my old friend Longbottom send?"

Umbridge's lips curled to a twisted smile. She removed a parchment from within her robes and read, "From Chief Warlock Frank Augustus Longbottom to the Generals of the Chimera, Griffin and Scorpion Legions. A tyrant has taken over our beloved Nation. He acts against our hallowed Wizengamot but we are beholden to him at present. However, his two years as Dictator is nearly over and Black will be held accountable for his actions. Until then, no action must be taken against the Dictator. To do so, will be against a direct order of the Wizengamot-in-exile."

"Who does he think he is!" Crouch demanded angrily. "Black sent me to my death and didn't provide the reinforcements he had promised. I am to sit back and act as if nothing happened? Just who the hell does Longbottom think he is!"

Umbridge waited a long moment and said, "He is the Wizengamot, General. You will do well to show some respect."

"My chimeras won't tolerate it!" he growled. "They are clever men and women, they understand very well that the Dictator condemned them to death. They will not tolerate it."

"Then you must make them!" Umbridge screeched. "Do not forget your powers are a direct authorization of the Wizengamot, and they have the ability to take it back from you."

"What Wizengamot!" Crouch roared. "The man himself says they are in exile. They have no power against Black's Legions."

"Exactly," said Umbridge. "Exactly, General Crouch, and the same is true for you. Your Chimera is too small. You have no chance of surviving an open conflict with Black. The Dictator has shown himself extremely unmerciful when it comes to dealing with a threat to his power."

Crouch deflated. "The man's a bloody tyrant," Crouch muttered, pouring himself a large tumbler of wine. "Drink?"

"Please," said Umbridge, turning back to the parchment. "At least, let me finish reading the Chief Warlock's message. Where was I, ah yes: To do so, will be against a direct order of the Wizengamot-in-exile. I do, however, beseech you to join me with your Legions in the Greengrass Estate at Cornwall, should the tyrant keep his powers for a period of more than one month following the end of his term as dictator. Until then, I bid you, good luck. Frank etcetera."

--

"Congratulations, Harry!"

Harry looked at Ginny's bright face and felt warm within. The girl had peeped over his shoulder to read his NEWT results. He pushed the parchment back inside the letter. "It's of no importance," said Harry.

"What?" Ginny screamed at his ear, and Harry flinched. "Oops, sorry. You say getting an all-O NEWT result with a record-breaking result in History, is of no importance?" Harry shrugged. "Sometimes, I just don't get you. Why so glum?"

"I am finished with Hogwarts," said Harry forlornly. "The Governors denied my request to do Mastery in History under Professor Binns. They gave me a list of other options to consider."

Ginny understood. Her mouth fell open. "Oh," she said.

"I am thinking of appealing to Dumbledore to let me stay anyway," said Harry. "At least until you're finished."

Ginny looked slightly uncomfortable. "Don't do that, Harry. You should think about what's best for you. I'll manage potions without you." She sighed. "I'll miss you a lot, though, especially your reading poetry and stories to me. I really enjoyed these past two years with you. I wouldn't have survived dad's death if you weren't here."

Harry turned to her sharply. "You're saying that as if we're not going to see each other again?"

Ginny looked away. "You are doing a Mastery, Harry. The first year is always the heaviest. By then, I hopefully would have become apprenticed to an Auror. You know how hard they are worked. We hardly ever saw Nymphadora during her training period. I expect it'll be the same for me."

Harry didn't like it but Ginny was correct. "It cannot end like this," he argued.

Ginny looked at him strangely. "We'll always be friends, Harry."

Harry opened his mouth but for once couldn't find the right words. He took Ginny's hands in his own and looked at her intently. "Ginny, I -" He hesitated. "There is something... Would you? I mean, I feel... I... "

Ginny's eyes widened as she realized what was happening. She tore her hands away and looked at Harry in distress. "Don't," she begged. "Please don't say what you're going to say."

"I love you," Harry blurted. Then, he blushed, lowering his eyes. "I have been attracted to you for many years. But after these past two years, I know it is much deeper than that. I love you, Ginny. Please, can we be more than friends." He raised his head and his heart broke at Ginny's expression of disbelief and sadness. He waited for a few seconds and understood a rejection was coming.

"You're my best friend," said Ginny uncomfortably. "But - But I don't... Draco... He and I... I can't..."

"I see," Harry said. He stood up. The moment she said 'Draco', it was as if a volcano of ice had erupted inside him. He didn't want to do something he would regret in front of Ginny and turned around from her.

"Don't go like this, Harry," Ginny pleaded.

Harry paused. "You want me to stay in order to see you and Draco live happily ever after with each other?" he snapped. His eyes were narrowed and he realized his wand was out in his hands. Ginny balked from him. He saw fear in her eyes and forced himself to control himself. He lowered his wand. "Goodbye," he said in a voice devoid of any emotion. "I am done with Hogwarts."

Harry stormed towards Dumbledore's office. Silent tears streamed down his face as his heart bled in agony. More than anything else, he felt lonely. He had distanced from Nym. He had loved Ginny, but she was also his best and only friend. In a mere moment, he had lost both.

"Harry!" He heard Ginny's voice behind him. "Wait!"

Harry didn't wait. He forced his grief away, forcing himself to stop feeling anything at all. It was much easier that way. The poets had all got it wrong, emotion was for the weak. "Peeves," Harry bellowed, as he walked. The poltergeist appeared with a look of confusion and consternation on his face. "Stop her from following me."

As he heard the sound of a dungbomb being thrown at Ginny, Harry forced himself to not care and continued in the direction of Dumbledore's office. He threw the door open and stormed inside.

"Harry, my boy," Dumbledore began, frowning at the sudden interruption. He was in a meeting with Flitwick, Snape and McGonagall. "This isn't the best of times."

"I don't care," Harry gritted out.

"Oh, the insolence!" McGonagall shot up from her seat.

"Potter's insolence is nearly as great as his cowardice. Why else would he hang about reading fiction while everyone else of his age is out fighting enemies of the Nation," Snape drawled. "Now leave your betters -"

"Silencio," Harry waved his wand at Snape and McGonagall. He turned to Flitwick and Dumbledore, who were looking at him gravely, and said, "I have come to say goodbye. I'm done with Hogwarts."

Dumbledore frowned. "Harry, give me a few days and I will try to convince the Governors to -"

"No," said Harry. "It isn't necessary. I am opting for the joint History and Alchemy Mastery in the continent. I want to leave this damned school and country." He turned to Flitwick and nodded sharply. Without another word, he turned to the fireplace and departed.

"Did you hear the address?" asked Flitwick in concern.

Dumbledore shook his head.

--

Sirius Black, Bill Weasley and Remus Lupin were discussing. They each represented a Legion - the Eagle, the Owl and the Dragon. There was an jug of strong wine in the table and occasionally one of the three men would refill their glasses.

"Damn it, Sirius!" Remus banged his fists on the table. "You should have told me what you were planning with Crouch!"

Bill snorted. "And then your Dragons would have miraculously turned up to rescue the Chimera. Remus, you are too noble to be part of such a deception." He shook his head. "It was I who advised Sirius against including you."

Sirius nodded. "Bill is correct in this, Remus. Let us handle the less savoury tasks."

Remus looked away. "Fat lot of good it did you, anyway. Crouch survived with many of his most loyal people. The Chimera even managed to capture most of the Death Eaters." He turned to Sirius. "What time is his messenger coming?"

"He's due. I told the guard to not disturb us," said Bill. He stood up and walked to the entrance. "Is the messenger here yet?"

"Yes, General," said the sentry.

"Good. Send him in," said Bill, returning to his seat.

Sirius glanced at the doorway and nearly jumped up in surprise. "Draco?" He smiled with delight.

"Dictator, Generals," Draco entered proudly. He had grown in stature and had built quite well. "I bring a message from General Crouch."

"At ease, Drake," said Sirius jovially and walked to his nephew. "Come, give your uncle an embrace. You have grown very well, young man."

Draco grinned as he hugged Sirius.

"I hear only good reports of you," Sirius continued. He saw Draco hesitate. "Speak openly, child. We are all friends and family here."

"I wish I could say the same of you," Draco replied. His ears had turned crimson with embarrassment.

Sirius raised his hand when Bill jumped towards Draco aggressively. "Why do you say so?"

"They're calling you a traitor and a tyrant, uncle," said Draco, raising his head to meet Sirius in the eye. "They're saying you wanted us to lose the battle. They're also saying your two years as dictator finished a fortnight ago and you're ignoring the Wizengamot's summons. Are they correct?"

Sirius sighed. "I will not deny that I have delayed responding to the Chief Warlock's requests demanding the opening of the Wizengamot to account myself to them."

"Why?" Draco sounded distressed.

"Because of the war, Draco," Sirius gestured for his nephew to sit down beside him. He grinned. "Will you have some wine? We have never shared a drink before." Draco nodded and Bill poured him a glass. "If I go to the Wizengamot, I will have to endure a lot of political meandering and I doubt they will allow me to have control over a single soldier ever again."

"As is their right," said Draco. "But I do not think that will happen. The Wizengamot has to acknowledge your great work and... and... you're General Black, sir! You're a legend! They will acknowledge your achievements and -"

Behind him, Bill was chuckling. "Stick to warfare, young Draco. You will be surprised how much cleaner it is than politics."

Sirius raised his hand. "Draco, look at me, son." He waited until Draco met his gaze. "Do you truly believe I would purposefully do anything to hurt the Nation?"

Draco shook his head. "No, sir."

"Do you truly believe I would throw you to the wolves and stand back indifferently?" Sirius asked, holding back his disgust with himself.

"No, sir," said Draco again. He brightened. "I didn't believe General Crouch," he said. "I just wanted to make sure."

"If I give you my word that I'll accept Longbottom's next request and present myself to the Wizengamot, will you cease all doubts about me?" asked Sirius curiously.

Draco was surprised. "Yes, sir. Of course, sir."

Sirius nodded. "The message," he quickly changed topics.

Draco removed a sealed scroll from inside his tunic. "From General Crouch to Dictator Black. The Chimera has succeeded against overwhelming odds to push back the Dread King's forces to the confines of Azkaban. The surprising yet timely and unlooked for arrival of reinforcements from General Scrimgeour's Griffin has aided our cause. Most of the known Death Eaters were caught or executed during the battle. The bravery of the messenger who carries this letter was instrumental to our success. Draco Black has been promoted," Draco paused and looked slightly embarrassed, "to my second-in-command. In the light of his success, I request a Triumph," his voice became slower as he read the words, "to be held in favour of the Chimera and Lieutenant Draco Black. Signed, General Crouch." Draco himself was stunned by the request.

Sirius stood up and paced inside the tent.

"The man is mad," Bill roared from his place. "He can shove his Triumph up his -"

Sirius raised his hand. He turned to Draco. "Your surprise indicated you weren't aware of his request. What is your opinion?"

Draco opened his mouth, "A Triumph is extremely ill-timed. We still haven't won the war. We do not have a right to call ourselves triumphant."

Sirius sighed. The boy was hopeless in subtlety. "I disagree, Draco. A Triumph will be extremely well-timed. The people grow restless with the war. First, they endured the goblins. Now, the Dementors. We should give them something to cheer about. General Crouch's suggestion has merit."

Draco was stunned. "Then you'll do it?"

Sirius hesitated. "I need to confer with my colleagues," he said. "I will call you back when we have a response ready." He waited for several seconds after Draco exited and then turned to Bill.

"You must be mad to even consider giving Crouch a Triumph!" Bill roared. "The man will rally the Wizengamot to his favour and have us executed."

Sirius turned to Lupin.

Lupin frowned. "The man has played a clever hand, Sirius. You stand between alienating your nephew and losing the goodwill of the people to your rival. Which is more important to you?" He waited but Sirius didn't respond. "Do you seriously intend to honour your word and present yourself to the Wizengamot? You know my opinion on it."

"How can I do both? Crouch's men will be in a position to secure the Wizengamot after their Triumph," Sirius muttered. "I will be crucified by Longbottom and Scrimgeour."

"Will you yield to Crouch's request?" Lupin said. "I do not see how you cannot."

Sirius sighed. "I am tired, Remus. I am very tired of all this. I just want to go home."

Bill Weasley walked up and grabbed his friend's collars. "Pull yourself together, man! The Nation depends on you. You're General Black! You are the adhesive that's tying us together. Without you, the Legions will waste away fighting amongst themselves. Crouch, Scrimgeour, even Diggory's showing signs of ambition."

Remus raised his head. "Not to mention, you yourself," he pointed out.

Bill chuckled.

Sirius sighed. He walked to the sentry. "Send Draco back in." He avoided looking at Remus and Bill as he thought out a response. "Ah, Draco." He paused. "Your hand is the tidiest, Remus. Write as I speak."

He dictated. "To the General of the Chimera. There is merit in your request. A Triumph will arrive well-timed to raise the morale of our people, to remind them of the strength that protects them against the enemy. United, our Legions are the greatest fighting force that ever walked this planet. Next paragraph. On the fifth day of July, the Wizengamot convenes and we will be presenting ourselves there. Therefore, it is fitting to hold the Triumph on that momentous day itself. Your Legion led by Draco will be at the front, as is their right, followed by my Eagles and General Weasley's Owls, in order to mark the joyous occasion of the betrothal of my nephew to Bill Weasley's sister. Till out meeting in the Wizengamot, I remain, truly yours, etcetera..."

"Betrothal? Ginny?" Draco's eyes lit up with delight.

Sirius knew he had won back the love and respect of his nephew.

--

Harry scribbled furiously. He had begun with his dissertation. But he could hardly keep his mind steady for long enough to put two thoughts together. He had received a letter from Sirius, informing him of Ginny and Draco's betrothal.

"Easy, Harry. Someone would think the quill has done some grievous harm to you."

Harry turned around. "Viktor, Marius," he acknowledged the two other students of his current master.

"I see you have decided on your topic," said Viktor Krum. "Will you share it with us?"

Harry shrugged. He held his parchment and read. "A discussion on Durin's treatise in light of the rebellion of 1991."

"Ambitious," said Viktor. "I look forward to reading it when it is done."

"Master Flamel sent us to fetch you, Harry," said Marius. "Our Alchemy lessons are over for the day and he wishes to speak with us all."

Harry set the parchment aside and followed after the two older students. He entered the small study of the old wizard.

"Viktor Krum, Harry Potter, Marius Delacour," the old man spoke out their names and asked them to sit in front of him. "A year and three days ago, I broke something of great value to me and at the same time released myself from a terrible curse. I speak, of course, of the Philosopher's Stone. I am free to greet death in the face and chide him for being scared of a mere stone," he grinned at his own attempt at humour. "However, with the time that was left to me, I had decided to leave one final legacy behind, hence the three of you are here with me." He sighed. "When I decided to teach again, I had hoped to leave a legacy of knowledge in the few months that still remain. But fate is inexplicably twisted and acts of its own accord."

"Master Flamel!" Marius exclaimed.

"Oh, hush, Marius," said Nicholas. "Fate has presented before me three students, capable of great scholarly feats, but..." he laughed. "One, a scion of a family that has claws all over Western Europe, I speak of you, Marius. Another, a young man with unprecedented knowledge of warfare and the dark arts. And finally," he turned to Harry, "the godson of the infamous General Black." He stood up. "Fate," he said dramatically, "What more will you have of your servant? O cruel fate, answer me. Will you make me your tool until my final breath is passed?"

Without another word, Nicholas Flamel left the study, leaving behind three confused boys.

"Mad, that's what he is," said Marius. He turned to Viktor, who was nodding, and then to Harry, who had a deep thought in his mind. "Harry?"

"He isn't mad," said Harry suddenly, as if something significant just occurred to him. "He speaks of how fate has brought us three together. As apprentices of the same master, we are practically brothers. With us collaborating together, there is a great potential for unprecedented cooperation within magical Europe."

The three of them walked outside. It was a sunny day and Harry was lying on the grass with his eyes closed. At some point, he heard a familiar hooting of an owl. He felt gloom settle on him again. It was a letter from Sirius. He sighed. Lately, Sirius was full of high praise for Draco, the young hero who saved the Chimera and rose to be the youngest second-in-command, with his beautiful betrothed.

"Will you read out loud to me, Marius?" Harry asked, closing his eyes again. "I tire of reading about Draco Black."

After a few seconds, Harry heard the voice of his new friend.

"Dear Harry. I was disappointed to learn your studies would keep you from attending the Triumph and your cousin's betrothal. In hindsight, I am glad you chose to do so. I spoke before the Wizengamot, accounting my actions of the past years. I gave an account of my defeat of Ragnok, knowledge about the Dread Lord and some less sensitive information about the war. The Wizengamot, led by Crouch, Greengrass, Umbridge and Scrimgeour, responded by calling me a tyrant and a criminal, and relinquished my various responsibilities. The Eagle was officially dismantled and Black Capital was declared a state property. I, myself, have been named an Enemy of the Nation. When my eagles expressed their dismay, the Chief Warlock ordered the other generals to apprehend me and my Legions. I am sad to say that my nephew Draco and my old friend Remus Lupin decided to follow the Wizengamot orders. They took no relish as they sent curses upon my brave warriors, as I took no relish in returning the fire. The Owl and the Eagle fight against the Dragon, the Chimera, the Griffin and the Scorpion. The Nation is in civil war and both sides are evenly matched. Both sides have placed extensive wards preventing Apparition, floo and portkey travel. There is an atmosphere of great suspicion and terror. Please stay where you are until further notice. Until then, I remain, your Uncle Sirius."

Harry jumped up. He headed towards the house.

"Where are you going, Harry?" asked Marius.

"To my godfather," said Harry urgently. "I can help him win." He saw confusion on Marius' face. He turned to Viktor and said, "Durin's Fifth Point."

"Oh," said Viktor. He stood up. "It will be dangerous for you to cross alone. I will come with you."

"So will I," said Marius.

Harry paused. He looked at the two of them oddly. "There is no need."

"There is," said Viktor. "Brothers, you called us, and allies. There is a need, Harry. We will cross the hostile territory together."

--

"Now, why are you so glum?"

Nymphadora was looking at Ginny Weasley. They were in Hogwarts, where Nymphadora was stationed by the Wizengamot. She had decided to take Ginny under her wing and give her a head start on Auror training. But Ginny had proven to be a very morose study.

"You mean, I need a reason other than the Nation being in Civil War, and my brother and betrothed fighting on opposite sides?" asked Ginny ironically.

"Don't take that tone with me, young lady," Nymphadora said sharply. She got up and took Ginny's hand. "You've been depressed since before the Civil War. Even during the betrothal ceremony. What's wrong, Ginny?"

"Nothing," said Ginny. She stood up and turned to go. Then, she paused and faced Nymphadora. "Have you heard from Harry?"

Nymphadora was surprised. She shook her head. "He hasn't written to me in years and returns all my mail unopened," she said sadly.

"How does he manage to keep his anger alive for so long?" asked Ginny.

Nymphadora sighed. There was a hint of despair in her voice as she spoke. "That's because it isn't anger. When somebody lets Harry down, he forces himself to stop caring for them. I wish I knew what I did to make him stop care for me."

Ginny had no response to that. "The only time he mentioned you openly in front of me was when he asked how I knew you," she said. Nymphadora froze. "I mentioned your visit to the Burrow for Christmas when Draco was there."

"Merlin!" Nymphadora cried out. "He must think I abandoned him for Draco!" She rubbed her forehead. "Oh, how do I get him to speak to me about things instead of assuming the worst!"

"Huh?"

"That Christmas, I was in the Burrow on an assignment," said Nymphadora. "Remember Ron's pet rat?"

"Scabbers? What about him? He disappeared a while ago," said Ginny in confusion.

"Scabbers was an Animagus Death Eater who had escaped. My assignment was to catch him," said Nymphadora. She stood up and then paused. "But he won't read anything I send him!" She turned to Ginny. "You write to him, please. He'll definitely read anything you send him."

"Not anymore," Ginny sighed. "He probably hates me more than he does you." Nymphadora remained silent. "How could I have been so blind?" She reached forward and allowed Nymphadora to hug her. "I miss him so much," she cried.

"Ginny, what happened between you and Harry?" asked Nymphadora.

Ginny shook her head. "It doesn't matter now. I'm betrothed to Draco."

"Oh, Merlin!" Nymphadora cursed. "You don't sound too happy about it."

Ginny opened her mouth but didn't say anything for a while. "I'm confused," she admitted. "I thought I loved Draco but when I see him now... we have both changed so much... all he cares about is the honour of his Legion and the glory of battle... war and bloodshed, that's what Draco cares about... whereas with Harry..."

"There's always so much more," finished Nymphadora. She hugged the girl again. "You poor dear. Things will work out, I'm sure."

Just then, a phoenix appeared in front of them. Nymphadora took the note and read it. She jumped up, gasping in shock. "He's here," she yelled.

"Who?"

"Harry," Nymphadora leapt towards the door. "Well, that is to say, General Black is here too. And the Chief Warlock. And several others. Dumbledore's brokering some agreement and wants my presence." She paused, looking at Ginny's begging face, and sighed. "Come on, then. Stay behind me at all times."

They rushed towards Dumbledore's office. Loud voices could be heard even from outside.

"By hell, I'll surrender to you, Black!"

Nymphadora nudged Ginny. "That's Scrimgeour. Stay clear of him."

"Oh, you most certainly will surrender to me, Scrimgeour," Sirius' voice was full of venom.

Nymphadora and Ginny entered the office. They gasped. Sirius was standing in a corner in his usual armour, next to him was Harry. Behind Harry were two foreign looking older boys. Bill Weasley stood on Sirius' other side. Dumbledore was sitting behind his table. In front of him were Frank Longbottom, Amelia Bones, Amos Diggory, Remus Lupin and Gerald Greengrass. On the other side of the room were Bartemius Crouch and Rufus Scrimgeour and some of their soldiers.

Draco was also present, standing behind Crouch, but with an expression of distaste on his face. When he saw Ginny, he rushed to her side and hugged her.

Ginny chanced a look at Harry's face and balked at how cold and unrelenting his gaze was. She chided herself for not making sure if Draco would be present. She could hardly run to Harry while her betrothed was present in front of so many dignitaries.

"Enough," Dumbledore brought the assembly into silence. "General Black, you asked me to organize this parley. Kindly refrain from antagonizing the others."

"Of course," said Sirius. He turned to Frank Longbottom, who had a worried expression on his face. "It wasn't nice of you, Frank, to name me an Enemy of the Nation."

"You destroyed our democracy, Sirius. What was I to do?" said Frank.

Harry coughed, and it sounded remarkably like 'Oligarchy."

"This isn't the time for that debate, Harry," Dumbledore said tiredly and Harry nodded in acquiescence.

"You could have done many things," said Sirius. "But you chose a path that forced my hands. However, what is done is done. I have come here to give you my terms."

"Terms for what?" asked Frank.

"Terms to prevent a complete annihilation of the Griffin," said Sirius. "Those of your other Legions who do not lay down their wands will also follow the fate of the Griffin."

Scrimgeour started screaming again but Crouch silenced him. "Your words," said Crouch, as if tasting a new flavour in his mouth, "do you have anything more than just empty words?"

"Empty?" asked Sirius with a laugh. "Don't you know who I am, General Crouch?"

Crouch was confused. "You're an Enemy of the Nation."

"Not what I was looking for. Frank, perhaps you get my meaning. Who am I, Frank?" asked Sirius. By then, everybody was confused at what Sirius was playing.

"I'll humour you for now," Frank muttered. "You were Dictator Black. I'm not sure who you are now. A broken man with delusions of grandeur, perhaps?"

"Not quite," said Sirius, as if he were disappointed. He turned to Dumbledore. "Perhaps you want to try, Headmaster. After all, you're the second cleverest person in this room."

"Indeed," remarked Dumbledore. "You are a pranker who likes to play about with people and make jokes, not realizing that it isn't in good humour or appropriate."

Sirius paused. "A good try," said Sirius, nodding brightly. "A very good try. Does your reputation good. Well, since none of you get it, I'll ask the cleverest person in this room." He turned to Harry. "Who am I, Harry?"

Harry said clearly, "You're the wizard before whom Ragnok threw down his spear."

"Indeed," said Sirius, clapping. He turned to Dumbledore, whose face had turned very white. The others were still very confused. "But why would I be here reminding you of my past success? Why, indeed? Dumbledore, have you got it?"

Dumbledore's head was in his hands. He sighed heavily. "Durin's Fifth Point," he muttered, turning to Harry reproachfully. He accused, "You told him!"

"Direct your words at me, Dumbledore!" Sirius roared. "Yes, it was my godson who informed me of the full import of that gesture. Do you wish to inform the others or shall I?"

Dumbledore sighed. "Durin was a goblin scholar. When peace came after the goblin rebellions in the seventeenth century, Durin studied wizard kind in depth and offered five points for wizards and goblins alike to keep in mind to ensure the two races didn't drive each other to extinction. Durin's Fifth Point deals with how each race reacts in victory and defeat. He states: he whomsoever makes Ragnok, the First Goblin, lay down his arms at his feet, be he wizard, goblin, elf or any other creature, has the right to command the goblin nation for the next one hundred years or until he surrenders to another foe. Wizard kind should keep in mind that goblins rate valour above all else and to defeat Ragnok is a sign from our gods demanding servility to the conqueror. The goblin nation does not take it as an insult." Dumbledore paused. "He goes on to talk about how goblins should act if they end up victorious against wizards but that is not an issue currently."

"Exactly," said Sirius. "The current issue is this: besides my eagles and Bill's owls, I have thousands of goblins willing to fight for me. Choose swiftly, Chief Warlock, will you agree to my terms or proceed with this irritating show of aggression."

Frank was dumbfounded. "You would set goblins upon wizards?"

Sirius sighed. "I do not like this situation. But please bear in mind that I am not an enemy. I have never been your enemy. It is you who started this war between us. I will do whatever is necessary to preserve my honour and that of those who risked all by following my standard. I will do whatever is necessary to protect the Nation."

"That's what we are all doing," said Frank, sighing. "Sometimes, I wonder if the Nation would be better off without so many people trying to protect it. Very well, I agree to your terms."

"Chief Warlock!" Amelia Bones snapped. "He hasn't even made them!"

Frank sighed. "How does it matter? The man will not be content with anything short of having his dictatorial powers back." He turned to Sirius, who was grinning. "Speak your terms, then."

"As you said, you will name me Dictator for a further period of one year, while I restore peace and order in the Nation. In return, I will offer everyone a complete amnesty for -"

"You are out of your damned mind!" Scrimgeour rushed to the middle. "I will not tolerate this nonsense any longer." He had his wand out. "Avada Ke -"

Dumbledore sent a shelf of books flying towards Scrimgeour. "There will be no murder in my office!" he bellowed, but the deed was done. The soldiers were roused. There was open exchange of fire. Sirius and Bill held their own against most of the soldiers.

Harry, however, was looking at Ginny and Nymphadora. Both were standing in front of the Chief Warlock, shielding him from any stray curses. Draco was with them, trying his best to keep them from getting hurt.

"Diffindo."

Harry felt a curse scratch his left shoulder and turned to see one of the soldier's wand pointed at his chest. "Diffindo." Harry had frozen. But before the curse could impact, he felt himself being pushed away, followed by Marius' scream.

"Marius," Harry cried out in anguish. His friend had taken the curse meant for him. Harry took his wand out angrily and turned to the soldier. But before he could do anything, Sirius grabbed him and pushed him behind. "Take your injured friend and leave. Bill and I are enough for this rabble."

Harry paused. But then he nodded and did as told. Viktor and he grabbed a hand of the injured boy and departed through the fire.

"Enough!" Dumbledore raised his hands and summoned a hurricane inside the small room, forcing everyone to their knees. "Enough!" He walked to an injured Scrimgeour and said, "You will leave my office at once."

Scrimgeour was about to protest but Frank nodded. He spat at Dumbledore's feet and departed.

"Where were we, gentlemen?" said Dumbledore, as if nothing had happened in the past few minutes. "Ah, the terms."

Frank nodded wearily. He hesitated.

"You do realize that one of your men has injured the nephew of Julian Delacour and the apprentice of Nicholas Flamel?" said Sirius. "Your list of enemies and my list of allies grow larger by the minute, Chief Warlock. Must you insist on fighting?"

"Complete amnesty on all sides," said Frank. He was resigned to the situation. "To everyone, including Scrimgeour, Crouch and their Legions? You will harbour no campaign of vengeance against those who fought you. These are my only terms."

"Of course," said Sirius. "It would be my honour to fight beside mighty Bartemius Crouch and his triumphant Chimera. I do, however, require him to handle a particularly nasty threat in the forests of Siberia. Vampires, you see. A year abroad will be good training for his Legion." Sirius avoided looking at his nephew, who was staring at him in shock.

Sighing, Frank Longbottom nodded. He turned to Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore, however, was looking at Sirius intently.

"How and when will you restore governing power to its rightful place?" asked Dumbledore curiously. "We cannot have you remain Dictator for Life."

Sirius nodded. "Give me a year. My Legions will restore the infrastructure, provide the basic necessities to the people, ensure safety in the streets and fight crime. Under my authority, there will be a swift healing and rebuilding process. Once that is done, I myself will preside over the election of a new Minister of Magic and Chief Warlock."

Frank started. "The position of Chief Warlock is for life!" he gritted his teeth.

"Not anymore," said Sirius. "You hypocrites talk about me being ambitious. Take a look in the mirror, Frank. You have had too much power for far too long. I will preside over new elections and then quietly fade away to a life in the country."

"And the Dread King?" asked Dumbledore, with a frown.

Sirius' face turned cold. "You lot have made it clear that you do not need my services any longer. Once I fix this mess you have created, I will leave. Should the Dread King venture beyond Azkaban again, the problem will be yours, Dumbledore, and that of the new Minister and Chief Warlock."

Without another word, Sirius turned away from the shocked faces of everyone in the room and departed.

~ End of Part 4 ~