Rise of Nation

Chapter 4

Sparks of the ICW

Albus sighed tiredly and almost sadly as he made his way into the ICW's chambers. It had been nearly a year since Harry Potter; his trump card fled instead of facing the Triwizard Tournament. Of course, that led to the unfortunate lad's death. However, it also meant that Voldemort could in fact be killed. A worthy, if depressing trade off. Furthermore, Voldemort had not yet returned to a physical form. Another bonus.

Albus Dumbledore sat regally upon his seat as head of the ICW, and waited for the last minute stragglers to enter the meeting.

Once he was assured that they were all there, and he had given them sufficient time to greet everyone he spoke.

"This eight hundred sixty sixth session of the International Wizarding Community shall now begin." Albus proclaimed.

After his gavel cracked against the desk the majestic oak doors flew open with a shudder.

Every eye turned to the door where two young women entered regally. They were dressed in the finest of robes. Both of them had fine silver circlets with an emblem that Dumbledore assumed to be related to royalty.

"His majesty of the kingdom of Aeternitas requests that he might be given permission to speak to this assembled group."

"The what kingdom?" The Chinese Delegate asked.

"Aeternitas." The woman reiterated with her rich voice.

It took Albus only a few minutes to place where he had met both of them. As changed as they were, he still realized who they were.

"Miss Granger? Miss Greengrass? What are you doing here, and more importantly, where have you been?" Albus asked.

"We now serve his majesty. If you want answers please speak to him." Miss Granger replied.

"We shall allow this king to speak to us." Albus decided.

"Very well, I shall notify his majesty." Greengrass replied before she fingered the brooch on her cloak.

She muttered a few words and a few moments later a pop that signaled apparition occurred.

Less than a minute later a young man, lean with black hair pulled back and glasses-less green eyes and a telltale scar entered the room.

It was none other than Harry Potter himself. He had an ornate gold crown with several gems embedded in the gold, a long flowing cloak with a phoenix rising from the bottom of the cloak. He had a silver bracelet on his left arm that had countless words engraved in its surface and a ring with the same phoenix as the one from the cloak etched into its gem.

"I am King Harry Potter the first of the nation of Aeternitas."

The assembled wizards roared in shock and confusion. As they did so Albus observed the boy that he had thought had died. No longer was he the nervous boy that Albus knew. Instead, he had grown into a man, a leader of leaders even. His emerald eyes were piercing, and intense. Fearsome and he was to be held in respect. Harry now held himself confidently. He was an intense looking man, determined to do what he believed in.

Albus wasn't sure what had gone so wrong in his plan.

At that point Harry spoke.

"I am indeed the same Harry Potter that defeated Voldemort as a child. However, that is not relevant now. Instead I come before you to verify that my nation is strong, in control of itself, and we ask that each nation respect Aeternitas' sovereignty."

"Why should we?" A belligerent man asked.

Harry turned to the delegate with a raised eyebrow.

"Because I have a bigger army than yours." Harry answered.

"You've raised an army?" The American delegate asked with some approval.

"Indeed. The army is almost two thousand strong."

"You have been busy your majesty." Daphne said respectfully.

"That I have." Harry agreed.

The wizarding world rarely had actual armies. Aurors certainly, but actual armies? Not a chance. The only wizarding nations that bothered making a standing force of an actual military was America, China, Russia, and Iraq. The largest wizarding army was the Chinese army with almost three thousand. America had fifteen hundred, Russia had seven hundred and Iraq had three hundred.

Two thousand actual soldiers would make almost every nation hesitate in denying Harry's request.

However, only two thousand also meant that he didn't have enough manpower to attack the world either. His army could only act as a strong, or rather an incredible defense. Nothing more.

Or so the wizarding world assumed.

"Can you prove that you have such an army?" Albus asked pleasantly.

Harry smiled almost viciously.

"Of course. Lady Greengrass, Ask the commander to bring ten soldiers here. Anymore than that and we might scare the assembled wizards."

"Yes your majesty." Daphne bowed reverently before she took off.

"How did you become king of a nation I haven't heard of Harry?"

"That's King Harry!" Hermione shouted.

Harry nodded, his pleasant demeanor gone.

"Do not disrespect the head of Aeternitas." Harry warned.

"Would you answer my question your majesty?" Albus took the warning seriously.

"I raised it from the seafloor." Harry grinned at the shocked man.

A stunned silence took over the audience as several soldiers holding automatic assault rifles, and other munitions appeared.

The weapons all appeared to be magically modified.

"Sir, we are all present and accounted for." A soldier with three triangles and a couple of rifles as a rank insignia saluted.

"Excellent job."

"Thank you sir." The man saluted again.

"This is one squad." Harry explained to Albus.

He allowed the assembled members to muse over what he had just revealed for a long moment before he spoke.

"Now I shall ask again, will you acknowledge my nation's sovereignty or do I have to fight for it?"

The American delegate stood.

"The chair recognizes the American delegate." Albus replied.

"We the United States would like to request the reason you made a country of your own."

"I wanted to create a land where true freedom could be born. Wizarding England is becoming more and more oppressive and I wanted to offer an alternative."

The American nodded.

"The United States will view your country as an independent state. We ask that you would send an ambassador to our shores at the earliest time possible."

Harry nodded at the man.

At the United State's acknowledgement several other countries agreed to respect the new nation. However, England was not one of them.

Cornelius Fudge stepped up and spoke.

"We the people of Wizarding England do not recognize the sovereignty of Aeternitas. It is merely a colonized land created by one of our citizens."

"I have never sworn loyalty to England, nor did I ever agree that the ministry of that state was legitimate. Aeternitas was created by its king who then offered citizenship to many people, magical and muggle alike."

The audience gasped.

"The nonmagicals of Aeternitas have taken several oaths to not reveal that magic does indeed exist, and that their loyalty is to the crown." Harry said decisively.

"The…Statute of Secrecy!" Fudge Spluttered.

"A sovereign nation doesn't use the same laws minister." Harry turned his back on the angry man.

Harry then spoke again.

"Each nation has its own way of enforcing secrecy. My kingdom is isolationist by nature, however, I allow immigration. As the Americans say… 'Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free.' I also say the same. However, to become a citizen you must be agreeable to magic, and if you are not, we simply erase the encounter and deposit the individual back in their home nation. If they are accepting of magic we have a solemn vow sworn that ensures that my nation is not attacked nor is the secret of magic spilled out to the world. I believe in open hiding. That's what my country does for immigration and secrecy."

"How did you get firearms?" Another man asked.

"That's a military secret. Sorry." Harry replied before looking back at the outraged Fudge.

"Please remember minister that my country is well defended. Please do not do anything too…reckless."

Fudge roared in outrage.

"The ministry of Magic of England hereby declares war on this so called nation of 'Aeternitas'." Fudge yelled.

"You forget yourself minister. You can't declare war. Only a vote passed through by the elected body may do so." Harry said with a smile.

Fudge glowered as the ICW snickered at the English minister.

Harry then spoke anew.

"While I have no anger towards the world. I do however; have a few bones to pick with Wizarding England." Harry said as he turned to Fudge.

"Feel free to tell your so called elected body that I will not sign a treaty allowing extradition of any person. I will not acknowledge any marriage contracts formed by your country, and I will not allow your forces to operate in my territory. I further will not allow any marked Death Eaters in my nation's territory. If any citizen of Wizarding England requests permission to enter my lands and I grant it, I will not allow you to remove my immigrants. I will not allow lower tariffs to the so called purebloods. I will not acknowledge your concept that pureblooded means better. Furthermore, I find that you; Cornelius Fudge are an incompetent, idiotic man that should be booted from office. I will not allow your Aurors to have any jurisdiction in my territory."

Fudge roared in fury and Dumbledore paled at the announcements of Harry Potter, first King of his young nation even as several people snickered at the insults Harry was delivering to the English minister.

He was essentially forcing Wizarding England to declare war against him.

"I propose that this counsel takes a break." Albus suggested.

The Romanian delegate stood.

"I concur, and second the movement to adjourn."

"Then we shall vote. All in favor?" The majority of the hands rose.

"Those opposed?" Albus asked and only a couple hands rose, they were mostly people excited to see what other insults the new king would throw at Fudge.

"Then this meeting is adjourned for the rest of the day and we shall reconvene tomorrow at seven A.M. Sharp. Your majesty, several nations and individuals will desire to speak to you if you are willing." Dumbledore added pleasantly.

"If the United States Delegate is willing I would like to speak to him first." Harry replied firmly.

"Yes of course." Albus agreed and turned to the American Delegate.

"I would be honored your majesty."

A few moments passed and Harry and the American, a tall; burly man with wavy brown hair cropped fairly short approached.

The man gave him a respectful bow before he spoke.

"Greetings your majesty. It is an honor." The pale man said.

"Greetings I have heard many great things about Magical America. It is a tremendous honor to be able to speak to you."

The man smiled lightly.

"While we have done many great things, we do have one major sin in our arsenal. We've never dealt with Magical England."

"What are you supposed to do? Invade Magical England and possibly reveal our existence to the rest of the world?" Harry smiled sardonically.

The man nodded sheepishly.

"Our president will want to meet with you soon your majesty. Or at least one of your ambassadors."

"I'll do one better. I would be happy to host a gathering for him if he'd enjoy seeing the land of Aeternitas."

"I believe that he would enjoy that." The man smiled.

"Please send me a message to organize such a meeting." Harry replied.

"I shall." The man promised.

"Then we will prepare for a most anticipated meeting." Harry smiled.

"Shall you send an ambassador before to see our country?" The man asked curiously.

Harry thought for a long moment.

"My royal Ambassador is a man who was unjustly thrown into prison; he was accused of betraying my parents, and killing thirteen people with a single curse."

"Who?" The man asked intently.

"My godfather, Sirius Black." Harry replied.

The man's eyes widened only slightly.

"I shall ask the president if he's willing to meet your ambassador."

"Thank you."

"It is my pleasure your majesty." The man bowed respectfully again before turning away and fading into the crowd.

"Your majesty." Albus' voice called.

Harry turned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes?" Harry asked.

"I feel that I must ask for a moment of your time." Albus began pompously.

Instantly, ten rifles were pointed at Albus, and ten red light beams were covering the man's skull.

"At ease. The Headmaster here is just a little obstinate, am I right?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow at Albus, clearly enjoying his squirms.

"Yes your majesty." Albus agreed in disgust.

"Now, unfortunately Albus, I do not have any more time to spare."

"What of your schooling your majesty?" Albus asked desperately.

"Schooling? Why would I attend Hogwarts when my focus must now be statecraft? Magic is still important certainly, but I have several advisors and trainers to assist me. Furthermore, I don't have time to attend traditional school." Harry replied.

"We can begin classes in politics and statecraft sire!" Dumbledore protested.

"It still doesn't solve my need to be in my land. I have much to do Albus. It's not like I can just abandon my fledgling land just so I can get my kicks attending a school that will have lost almost forty percent of its population by the next semester."

"What do you mean?" Albus asked fearfully.

"They're my vassals. It means…they will be attending the elite Aeternitas academy."

"Academy?" Albus asked in more surprise.

"That's right. I've hired scholars and teachers from around the world. America, France, China, Japan, Iraq, Egypt, Israel, and Australia, just to mention a handful of my instructors, which I sent pamphlets to several students about the academy, and they will have received them….about now."

"What have you done?" Dumbledore snarled.

"I have begun to break the chains of darkness that have taken hold over England." Harry responded with a slight smile.

"Do you want a war Your majesty?" Dumbledore demanded.

Harry frowned seriously.

"War is coming to England. One way or another." Harry said before he turned and left the ICW chambers.

At those ominous words Dumbledore paled and shook his head fearfully.

He had failed another great wizard, and like the other wizard he had fallen to darkness. The power of Albus Dumbledore was needed more than ever before.