Chapter 12: Unity

"I, Marcus Cannon, swear to uphold the Constitution of the Magical Community of North America..."

Harry Potter stood next to Percy Weasley, Emmanuel Chesser, Justice Chapman and Secretary Ruth Zimmerman watching Marcus Cannon get sworn in as the new American President of Magic.

"What happened to President Reed," Harry asked Chesser.

Emmanuel smiled, "Reed has decided to resign after calls for his impeachment based upon his cowardly actions when he ran from the battle."

"Could he be impeached for that?" Percy asked.

"Oh yeah," Chapman said.

"Congratulations on your promotion Secretary," Percy said to Zimmerman, "I hear you're succeeding Brown in the Law Enforcement Department." Zimmerman nodded in thanks.

"What's his wife going to do?" Chesser asked.

"What about his wife?" Harry asked.

"His wife is the Headmistress at Naumkeag," Chapman said. "She didn't leave her post when he became Vice President; I doubt she'll leave now."

"Shh," Zimmerman said, "he's starting his speech."

Cannon stepped up to the podium and stood in silence there. Finally he began to speak. "The tragedy at Marshall must become a rallying cry for this nation. We have a long history of rivalry between the schools, but when we needed it, all Americans came together and several died defending the school. People who attended all three American schools came together and sacrificed to stop a terrorist named Adam Travers. For those who would blame our former enemies, the British, for this crime, I would like to point out that the British ministry was there standing next to us and fighting for us. This is not their fault. This is the result of a rouge criminal, an American rouge criminal. I am thankful for my British counterpart, Minister Weasley, for coming here today."

"There you go," Harry said, patting him on the back.

"I want to assure the American public that this issue is the first, second and third issue on my plate. Travers will be stopped. However, I will not bore you today with what little we know. Rest assured that we have every available resource responding to this tragedy and working to protect you and your children. I will address every other issue in a few days. God bless."

Harry and company found themselves joined by the President and Headmistress Cannon in the President's office a few minutes later.

President Cannon turned to Harry, "What do we know?" he asked.

"Professor Laveau thinks that he is taking the interschool rivalries into the real world. As head of Laveau's Board of Trustees, he controls that school. I believe he wants to control the entire wizarding community in North America. If I am right, he will need to destroy both Naumkeag and the Ministry. It is impossible to know which he will attack first."

"If he attacks Naumkeag, we will be ready," Headmistress Cannon said convincingly. "Naumkeag is a fortress; it was designed to withstand large scale attacks from the natives in the early 1600's. It will defend this too."

"I agree," President Cannon said, "The American ministry must focus on defending the remaining magical graveyards and the ministry itself. Naumkeag is capable of defending itself."

"You were at Marshall, Mr. President," Harry said, "You saw the size of that army, and now Travers can use all those people who died there against us. No offense, but you need all the help you can get at Naumkeag. Give up the Ministry, operate from Naumkeag."

President Cannon shook his head. "No, Laveau would throw a fit."

"Then let us help guard Naumkeag," Percy said. "We'll give the Headmistress all available forces."

"That would work," Headmistress Cannon said.

"Then it is decided," President Cannon said.

"No it's not," Justice Chapman said. "The Magical United Nations will not like the mobilization. This must be explained to them. Harry Potter, will you agree to accompany President Cannon and Secretary Zimmerman to appeal to the UMN?"

"It would be an honor," Percy said.

"Now it is decided," Chapman said.

Harry met up with his family outside Independence Hall. "We will be fighting to defend Naumkeag School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he said.

"Great!" Albus said.

Harry grinned. "Us," he said, pointing to Ginny, Hermione and Ron, "not you.

"Dad," Lily said, "when will you realize that you can't protect us?"

"Harry, they are your children. They inherited your ability to attract trouble," Ginny said. "They're right, you can't protect them. You might as well have them at your side."

Harry accepted defeat since Ginny had agreed with them. "Albus, I need to talk with you alone."

The two walked several yards away before Harry stationed himself between Ginny and Albus. He reached into his pocket and produced a small green stone and offered it to Albus.

"Grindelwald knew I was the Master of Death, that's why he disarmed me instead of killing me. Now he is the master of the Elder Wand. He will go for the others as well. It is vital that he doesn't get them. If you're going to fight, you need a spy. This stone can give you that and I still have Dobby. I'll keep the cloak, you take the stone and maybe Grindelwald will not get both."

"You sure?" Albus asked but Harry turned before he could change his mind and the family left to return home.

Adam Travers had a problem, the British were coming. He needed a solution, one which would keep the British in England. And he had one, one which had led him to Azkaban prison.

"Name," the security wizard said.

"Neville Longbottom," Travers said. "I'm here to visit my friend Stan Shunpike."

"At midnight?" the wizard said.

"It took longer than I planned to get here. Please sir, I have come a long, long way," Travers said.

The wizard sighed and opened a folder on his desk. "Mr. Shunpike is dead, died three years ago."

Travers appeared shocked. "I'm sorry to hear that." He paused for effect before continuing, "Can I visit his grave then?"

"Of course." The wizard led him down a hallway and into a central courtyard which contained several headstones. "Here," the wizard said.

"Thank you Jack," Travers said. The wizard turned to say that his name wasn't Jack and thus didn't see the elf appear behind him and stun him. Travers took the man's wand and moved toward a lone headstone in the far corner of the courtyard.

He waved the wand and produced a small bag and pulled out a pair of knitting needles and yarn. He tapped the needles and they began to knit a small figure of a man. As they worked, the ground around the headstone began to rumble as dirt flaked up, forming a human in the air. Bones formed. More dirt came up and formed muscle around the bone before finally adding white, almost albino skin. Travers looked upon the body; the tall, pale features, the bone thin fingers. Travers began to chant softly, circling the man hovering in the air. The man slowly lowered to the ground, standing with his own weight. Travers pointed the wand at the man and said, "Corpus vita, animus habitare, spiritus moreris." The man opened his eyes and Travers starred into the face which had terrorized the world: The skin whiter than a skull, the wide scarlet eyes and a nose, with slits for nostrils. Travers smiled and said, "Welcome back, Tom Riddle."

Hundreds of miles away, Ginny Potter awoke to the horrifying sound of the painful screams of both her husband and youngest son.

END OF PART TWO

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