Summary of last Chapter:
- Gerald Ford, president of the USA, gets a call from Elizabeth II. who requests assistance with her magical problem, he remembers former president Eisenhower to come from a magical family and promises Elizabeth to reach out to the family
- Lord Waldemar Eisenhower appears in the oval office and makes a deal with Gerald Ford, for assisting Queen Elizabeth in this case Gerald Ford promises that the businesses owned by the Eisenhower family will not be taken away from them under any circumstances
- Waldemar's son Vahan and his family move to Britain
Chapter 11:
The research on what happened when for both worlds is taking me hours sometimes lol,
luckily ideas pop into my head every few minutes or so, so I atleast don't need much time to think of what I wanna write
13th February 1976, England, Malfoy Manor:
Abraxas hadn't been feeling so good for the past week but he hadn't known what it was until Narcissa, his daughter in law, had seen his symptoms and told him to get to St. Mungos immediately. He laughed it off saying that it couldn't be so bad and that a Lord Malfoy couldn't possibly die from such a minor illness
19th February 1976, England, St. Mungos:
'Minor illness my ass' thought Abraxas disappointed in himself for not trusting the judgement of his daughter in law.
'Why the fuck did I not listen to her? She was a healer in this very fucking hospital just like 4 years ago for fucks sake' he ranted in his head.
He had come here 2 days when he had felt the symptoms increasing in severity and gotten what could possibly the worst diagnosis he could have gotten... dragon pox...
'Great' he thought with anger at the situation 'And here lies the proud Abraxas Malfoy, I can already see the letters on my future grave'.
He felt grateful towards his friends. Eric, Reefelt and Arcturus had visited him as soon as they got the news that something was wrong with him. He had known that their friendship was genuine the moment he told them that he had dragon pox. The dismay on their faces couldn't have been fake no, those emotions were genuine.
'Well I just have to make the most of this' Abraxas thought. He just hoped that the potions were going to help and that his condition would get better soon.
He knew that the chances weren't too good, dragon pox was famous for having a relatively high mortality rate.
27th February 1976, England, St. Mungos:
He had pretty much lost the fight against the dragon pox. At first it looked like he might survive the ordeal but then his situation had continuely gotten worse over the past week. His healers didn't tell him that the situation was bad but he could feel it himself and their pitiful glances told him everything he needed to know. Just yesterday he had made his will with a goblin representative that had come to St. Mungos at his behest. Because of his ever worsening condition he had asked for his friends to appear in his hospital room.
„Well I think you know why I have called you here. You have probably noticed it aswell, my time on earth will soon come to an end. I just wanted to thank you for the decades of friendship and the adventures we went through in our youth. I am very glad to have stood by your sides against Grindelwald. There is one thing I must ask of you. Look after Julius, will you? He greatly admires you Arcturus, you know? I am suspicious about Lucius, I think he may try something to get the lordship to aid the dark wanker in his cause" he said with a hoarse voice. His friends and him had recently followed Arcturus' grandson into calling Voldemort 'the dark wanker'.
„Don't worry old friend we will make sure that young Lucius won't try anything stupid. This is the least we could do for you." said Eric with a sad smile.
They talked for a while, reminiscing about old times, especially about the war against Grindelwald. Ahhh the glorious days. 20 minutes later it was time for their meeting to come to an end.
„Now Abraxas don't leave us just yet, you hear me? We'll come back tomorrow and we expect you to welcome us with the famous Malfoy sneer alright?" they laughed together and he saw his friends leave the room.
He laughed internally after they had left. It was interesting to see an Anti-Voldemort sentiment to rise within the infamous Black family during the past 2 years. 'How one action by a stupid woman can change the fate of an entire family' he mused, snorting at the thought about that insane woman.
He knew that it wouldn't be long before the Black alliance would start to move against the dark wanker. He was treading on thin ice with all his attacks and assassinations after all. This was the last thought Abraxas had before he started to cough heavily. He could feel himself slowly slipping into darkness and knew that this might be the end for him. Thanking his friends mentally for their friendship for a last time, he fell into a magical coma, excitement filling him at the thought of meeting his dead wife again in the afterlife. It would be the last time he was ever awake again.
Abraxas Malfoy died peacefully in his coma the day after he had slipped into it. The healers had finally managed to decrease his suffering but were ultimately not able to save him from death. His death came at an unfortunate time as it was during a wizengamot session where the attendees once again weren't able to come to a decision and so the session went on for some time.
A certain someone was going to take advantage of this.
Did you know that it is apparently canon that Lucius Malfoy had a sibling? I didn't know until I looked Abraxas up. Curious, isn't it? I explain their non appearence in canon in the following section :P
28th February 1976, England, Malfoy Manor:
Julius Malfoy was currently in his father's study looking at all of the things inside it. No, not his father's study, it was his study now. It felt weird to call himself Lord Malfoy but he knew that it was time for him to make his father in the afterlife proud and take on the mantle of responsibility. But first he had a funeral to plan, everything else including time to grieve the passing of his father would come later.
The door to the study opened behind him and he had only time to whirl around seeing his brother in the hallway. 2 seconds later and Julius was lying dead on the floor with Lucius now standing in the room with a malicious grin. His Lord's grand plan was coming along nicely. He shuddered with excitement. The coming days would show Magical Britain that they would soon lose the war.
Elsewhere, another member of the Black alliance tragically died after the wizengamot session was over.
1st March 1976, Scotland, Hogwarts:
Daily Prophet Special Edition!
Lord Abraxas Malfoy dies from dragon pox, Heir Julius Malfoy attacks his brother Lucius to secure the lordship and dies during the fight!
Lord Reefelt Lestrange and Lady Renna Lestrange killed by their own house elf! Will our own servants turn against us?
Lord and Lady Blackstream die under mysterious circumstances leaving behind their infant daughter as an orphan!
Lords Edgecombe and MacLaggen kill Lords Copplestone, Umbridge, Parkinson and Greenford, were they under the imperius?
Fingerling and Bristlecone families die in explosion!
Several shops in Diagon Alley looted by muggleborn criminals!
Break-in into the Department of Mysteries! Do we have traitors in the Ministry?
Wintringham, Dawlish, McKinley, Accrington, Harlemshake, Douglas, McCormack and Goldstein Manors burnt to the ground! What is going on?
Auror Department incompetent? Ministry spokesperson insists that the situation is under control again and that aurors are searching for those responsible
This hell of a situation was what Magical Britain woke up to that day. Dumbledore furiously threw the paper on the ground. He should have expected that something like this was going to happen. The past 2 months had been to quiet, after the attacks on the muggles almost nothing happened... until today. By Merlin, who could have predicted something like this?
'Congratulations Tom, you have outdone yourself this week' Dumbledore thought morously.
Dumbledore sighed. These incidents had escalated the war to a whole another level. He thought that in the future this day would be considered as the day when the terrorists acts spiraled into all out war. The ministry had no option but to put the country under martial law now even if the wizengamot decided not to support this action. The only good thing that would come from this was that the house Black was unlikely to join Voldemort anytime soon. It would remain to be seen if their remaining allies would choose to stay neutral with them.
Over at the ministry:
The ministry was in chaos, almost nobody had expected You-know-who to suddenly start an all out war, no if anything the last two months of absolute silence had made them complacent, believing that his reforms had worked fabulously. They were now paying the price for their complacency. 32 people had been killed in the end now being the most recorded deaths in one night when it came to the timespan since You-know-who had announced himself.
Minchum grimaced at the thought of that monster that was surely celebrating right now.
'Well time to get to work, we need to do something about this whole break in business first and foremost. We can't have the ministry seem divided. No questions of possible traitors shall be asked by the public. No they need to think we have it under control' Minchum thought.
2nd March 1976, England, Black Manor:
Ministry declares martial law! Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade now under constant supervision by Aurors!
Lords Edgecombe and MacLaggen proven to be under the imperius when they killed their fellow lords!
Arcturus looked at the Daily Prophet with distaste. Things had escalated to a whole new point within a matter of a week. This week had been a disaster, he hadn't even really had time yet to grieve the death of Abraxas, Reefelt and even young Julius who he had mentored somewhat during the last 8 years.
The situation was spiraling out of anything that was similiar to control.
The dark wanker had rid himself of quite a few enemies that night but made plenty more. What Arcturus didn't quite understand yet was why families like the Dawlish, Parkinson, Umbridge, Bristlecone, Blackstream and Lestrange had been targeted. The rest he could understand, they were either loosely or firmly in the light camp maybe even allied with Dumbledore but these? House Dawlish, Bristlecone and Blackstream were firmly neutral and thus no threat to Voldemort and Parkinson, Umbridge and Lestrange were dark families and firm believers of pureblood supremacy. Why would the dark wanker suddenly attack them?
'Wait...' Arcturus thought 'it would make sense if he actually intended to let some of these families alive, barely kicking but alive. It is suspicious that Reefelt and Renna were killed while Rodolphus and Rabastan were left alive and there is no way that Whitty would have ever considered killing Reefelt and Renna. Also, young Julius would have never attacked his brother. He was peaceful, too peaceful, almost a pacifist even. No, it was more likely that it was Lucius that had actually attacked his brother and later spun the story around in his favor. But why? Lestrange and Malfoy are... well now probably were our allies and why would he attack our allies if he intended to bring us into the fold? Hmmm... but what if he thought there was no possibility that we would join him, well he'd be right but he couldn't know that. Unless... shit the assassination! He must believe we are cross with him for having Walburga assassinated since he doesn't know it was actually us that orchestrated the entire thing! Fuck fuck fuck! This is bad, this is really bad. I must make sure that the Black Alliance survives this... perhaps it is time to support the ministry even if it is just in the background. They don't appear to be able to hold back the dark wanker even with a hardliner like Minchum as minister. And something needs to be done, too many pureblood families are getting taken out or getting near to exstinction but... no I can't just throw my family into this mess... argh this is a hard decision... hmmm it seems like a family meeting is in order, I will not make this decision by myself' Arcturus continued his conversation with himself.
In the night:
Arcturus was currently in the bedroom he shared with his beloved Melania thinking about the family meeting that had ended just around an hour ago.
Well family meeting would perhaps be a bit much since it was only the adult men of the family which also excluded young Sirius and Regulus. Arcturus, his elderly uncle Phineas, his cousins Marius and Pollux, Arcturus' son Orion and Pollux' sons Cygnus and Alphard had attended the meeting and ultimately come to no decision yet. They were all either somewhat or firmly against the idea of becoming the dark wanker's lapdogs but only Orion really wanted to make some kind of move against Voldemort. Arcturus also had to admit that most of the others were firmly against the idea of opposing Voldemort. Fortunately he was the current pater familias so it was his decision in the end. However, they agreed on one thing. They would hold meetings like this around every month from now on to discuss any new events.
**End of Chapter**
Characters in this chapter and how many chapters they have appeared in:
- Abraxas Malfoy (2)
- Arcturus Black (7)
- Eric Greengrass (2)
- Reefelt Lestrange (2)
- Lucius Malfoy (1)
- Julius Malfoy (1)
- Harold Minchum (2)
- Albus Dumbledore (4)