Chapter 34:
A/N: In celebration of my birthday I present you Chapter 34 in XXL version
1st January 1977, England, Buckingham Palace:
Queen Elizabeth II. lounged in her office, happy that the national celebrations of new years eve had gone off without a hitch... it also made her a little suspicious though. Just a year ago they had started their raids on her citizens and she would have thought them to do a large one on this new years eve aswell. So why hadn't they?
A few hours later she was able to get her answers when she heard something pop to the side of her while she was engrossed in paperwork. Turning to the location of the sound she found Vahan Eisenhower looking at her with a friendly smile.
„Good morning your majesty and happy new year. I hope this visit finds you well" said Vahan bowing respectfully.
„Happy new year to you aswell Heir Eisenhower and it is indeed a pleasure to see you aswell. Please take a seat." Elizabeth said with a friendly smile after looking up from her paperwork.
Vahan took a seat opposite the Queen, settling himself comfortably. "Thank you, Your Majesty. I have come to ease any possible concerns you may have. Since our last conversation, there have been no significant developments in Magical Britain. The situation remains relatively calm."
The Queen nodded, her eyes curious. "You mentioned a vigilante group during our last meeting, the Order of the Phoenix, if I recall correctly. What can you tell me about them?"
Vahan leaned forward, his tone measured yet earnest. "Yes, the Order of the Phoenix. They are a group of dedicated individuals who have united to counter the rising threats and protect the interests of the magical community. While they operate independently, their cause aligns with the principles of justice and preservation of our society. The group, like I already said, was created by Albus Dumbledore around 6 years ago. "
Queen Elizabeth's expression conveyed a mix of interest and concern. "And their actions, are they having any impact on the situation in the magical world?"
Vahan paused briefly, considering his response. "Their actions have been focused on thwarting the plans of those who seek to disrupt the peace and security of Magical Britain. While their methods may be unconventional at times, they strive to maintain a balance between upholding the law and defending our values. Their impact is... well it's hard to describe. From what I can gather they are vastly inferior to the death eaters when we only consider numbers so they are limited to reacting to raids and attacks. They were vital to the defense of the only purely magical town in Britain called Hogsmeade though when it was attacked by death eaters and Voldemort personally roughly 3 months ago. Furthermore there are rumours that they were part of the force opposing Voldemort in Burke Manor. Still it will take a lot more opposition to contain the threat Voldemort poses."
The Queen nodded thoughtfully, taking in the information. "Thank you for your insights, Mr. Eisenhower. It is essential to stay informed about the state of our magical community. I appreciate your efforts to keep me updated. I'd be willing to fund your operations if you think it might help your efforts."
Vahan thought about this offer for a moment before shaking his head.
„I appreciate the offer your majesty and I know your family is very wealthy but I doubt it will be of use much. You see while bribery is fairly common in the ministry, there is little that money will accomplish. The higher ups in the ministry are for the most part extremely anti – Voldemort. Harold Minchum for example is a hard liner and even circumvented the Wizengamot when he enacted Martial Law. He still refuses to suspend it. On another matter the Head of the Law Enforcement Department Bartemius Crouch Sr and Head Auror Alastor Moody are almost fanatic in their fight against death eaters."
„If that's the case then why is the ministry so inefficient against the death eaters?" asked a curious and sceptical Elizabeth. If the highest positions in a government were filled with people trying their best to fight the death eater threat then why were they such a huge problem to begin with?
Vahan sighed, thinking on how to explain this.
„The attacks normally shouldn't be a huge problem if most magicals in Britain weren't so afraid to fight back. Those that are not afraid to get their hands dirty often care only about themselves and their families. The attack on Hogsmeade showed this pretty well. Most tried to ran away or hide in the shops while only a couple of Hogsmeade residents and students tried to help out. It was only when the Hogwarts faculty and the Order arrived that the situation got better."
„But... I do not understand. How can a society work if everyone only cares about themselves?" the confused queen asked.
„It's simple. We do not need to cooperate in most cases. Most families especially the larger and more wealthy families could technically survive relying only on themselves. Food can easily be farmed in large amounts via magical means, water can literally be produced with a spell and shelter can also be easily created. The reason most actually accept a job is because they want to do something with their lives. It's also the reason why there is only little corporal competition in the magical world as each country only needs one business for each field of products to satisfy the population. Though this also leads to stagnation after some time as we have seen in the last 200 years."
Elizabeth pondered about this for quite a while. If as he says the magical world doesn't have any pressing issues with resources then why did they never bother to help the normal world?
„I... I need to think about all of this for a while. I thank you for coming here, I wish you a good day."
Vahan reached into his pocket and retrieved a small, shimmering golden coin. He placed it gently on the desk before the Queen. "Your Majesty, as a gesture of goodwill and to facilitate communication, I present you with this enchanted galleon. It is linked to another galleon in my family's possession. Simply rub it when you wish to request a meeting. However, I kindly ask that it be reserved for matters of utmost importance."
The Queen looked at the enchanted coin with intrigue, a sense of appreciation gleaming in her eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Eisenhower. This is a thoughtful gift, and I will be sure to utilize it wisely."
Vahan rose from his seat, offering a respectful nod. "It has been an honor to meet with you, Your Majesty. Should anything of significance arise, rest assured, I will make my way without delay. I wish you a pleasant day."
Queen Elizabeth returned the nod, a regal aura emanating from her. "Thank you, Mr. Eisenhower. Your presence and dedication to our magical community are greatly valued. May you have a fruitful day as well."
With a final exchange of pleasantries, Vahan Eisenhower made his way out of the Queen's study, leaving the enchanted galleon in her capable hands. As the door closed behind him, he apparated back to his home where his family eagerly awaited him leaving behind a thoughtful queen who was currently fighting an inner battle.
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2nd January 1977, England, Potter Manor:
The wind whistled softly as Jasmine Potter approached the grand entrance of Potter Manor. It had been years since she last set foot in her childhood home. Her heart was heavy with memories and emotions as she knocked on the large wooden door.
The door creaked open, revealing the familiar face of the elderly housekeeper, Mrs. Parkinson. Her eyes widened in surprise and delight as she recognized Jasmine.
"Miss Jasmine! Oh, my dear, it's been far too long," Mrs. Parkinson said, her voice tinged with joy and sadness.
Jasmine smiled warmly, embracing the housekeeper in a heartfelt hug. "It's good to see you, Mrs. Parkinson. Thank you for taking care of the manor all these years."
"It's been my honor and privilege, my dear. If I didn't enjoy working for your family I wouldn't have done so for more than three decades. But we digress dear, Come in, come in," Mrs. Parkinson ushered Jasmine inside.
The manor still held the elegance and grace that Jasmine remembered from her childhood. The portraits of her ancestors lined the walls, their eyes following her as she walked through the halls.
Finally, she reached the drawing-room, where her uncle and aunt, Fleamont and Euphemia Potter, were waiting. Tears welled up in their eyes as they saw their niece standing before them.
"Jasmine," Fleamont said, his voice choked with emotion. "You've come home."
Jasmine rushed forward, embracing her uncle and aunt tightly. "Yes, Uncle Fleamont, Aunt Euphemia, I'm home."
Euphemia wiped away a tear, a tender smile on her lips. "Oh, my dear girl, we've missed you so much. Tell us, how have you been? What adventures have you had?"
Jasmine settled into a cozy armchair, recounting her travels across the world. She told them about the magical communities she had visited, the friends she had made, and the challenges she had faced. She spoke of her encounters with different cultures and magical creatures, sharing stories that brought smiles and laughter to Fleamont and Euphemia's faces in some cases and concern in others. When Jasmine left to go find James, Fleamont and Euphemia kept seated while talking about what they just heard.
„Hmmm what she's saying about Germany, China and Russia especially concerns me. The troubles the other countries are going through are old news, this has been the case for many decades if not centuries now. I wonder why the ICW isn't doing anything to help the Chinese.." said Fleamont stroking his chin deep in thought.
„You know the old tossers, honey. They won't do anything unless it threatens them personally like with Grindelwald back then. Wouldn't surprise me if this new supervisor of Germany is currently trying to step into Grindelwald's footsteps." scoffed Euphemia before snorting. „But I'm sure the Chinese will eventually find a solution to their muggle problem. No, I am more worried about this paramilitary organisation in Russia that's supposedly allied with Voldemort."
Fleamont looked at his wife, mirroring her worry.
„Indeed, if those two groups are allied that would mean You-Know-Who is starting to expand his reaches abroad which would be absolutely catastrophic if successfull. Say, honey, how likely do you think that to be the case?"
„Well, considering he hasn't been seen in a while and death eater activity has been low since the attacks on the Burkes and the Pyrites, I'd say it's actually very likely he is currently somewhere in Europe"
„You're right.. I hadn't considered that. If you will excuse me honey, I am going to ask for the minister's time" Fleamont said before leaving the room to floo to the ministry.
The reunion between James and Jasmine was filled with joyous reminiscing, both telling eachother about the adventures each had been involved with during the past few years.
Beneath the joy however, there was a melancholic tinge to the reunion. Jasmine spoke of her longing for her parents and the weight of their absence. James listened attentively before suggesting they visit Jasmine's parents' graves. Together, they walked through the gardens of Potter Manor, leading to the family cemetery. The graves of Charlus and Dorea Potter stood side by side, marked by simple yet elegant tombstones.
Jasmine kneeled before the graves, her fingers gently brushing over the names of her parents. "Mom, Dad, I've missed you both so much. There's so much I want to tell you."
James stood beside her, offering his silent support. Jasmine began to share the events that had transpired since her departure. She told them about Voldemort's resurgence, the rise of the Death Eaters, and the looming threat that plagued the magical world in several locations.
"But I won't let them win," Jasmine vowed, her eyes filled with determination. "I'll fight, just like you both did. I won't let your sacrifice be in vain."
"You know I have always looked up to you Jasmine," James said, his voice steady. "You aswell as I carry the legacy of the Potters with you, and I know you have made and will make them proud."
„Oh James, where have you left the silly prankster you were when I left for France all that time ago?" she asked grateful for his support.
„He grew up something we all do at some point..." he said with a grin placing an arm around her shoulder.
Jasmine smiled through her tears, grateful for the love and support of her cousin. She knew that no matter where her travels took her, she would always have a home at Potter Manor, surrounded by the love of her family, both living and departed. And with that knowledge in her heart, she vowed to carry on their legacy, fighting for a world of peace and harmony, just as her parents had done before her.
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„What are you trying to tell me, Lord Potter?" asked a very busy and visibly annoyed Harold Minchum.
„You need to watch out for this paramilitary group. If they are indeed allied with You-Know-Who this could turn from an internal matter to one where the ICW will intervene." said a calm but firm Fleamont who was standing in front of the agitated man.
„They're Russian, nothing I can do about them. And I don't see the issue with the ICW intervening if it helps ridding ourselves of You-Know-Who"
„I am just worried what comes after they have helped us back to our feet.." Fleamont said before excusing himself.
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4th January 1977, Wales, Moody Cottage:
The rain poured relentlessly outside, tapping against the windows of Alastor Moody's secluded home. Jordan Pyke sat across from the grizzled ex-Auror, his nerves on edge as he awaited the promised offer. Moody had assured him that he spoke as a private citizen, not in his official capacity as Head Auror, which eased some of Jordan's worries.
"Jordan," Alastor began, his magical eye fixed on the young man before him, "I understand that you've been through a lot recently, and I won't pretend to know what it's like to be in your shoes. Losing your job as an Auror because of your new condition must be tough."
Jordan nodded, grateful for Alastor's empathy. "It hasn't been easy, but I'm trying to come to terms with it. That's why I'm here, to see what other options might be available to me."
Moody leaned back in his chair, his expression serious. "I may have just the thing for you. You may have noticed it before but there is currently a vigilante group active that is trying to help the ministry fend off the rising darkness in Britain. Although many outside of it know of it, most don't quite know who is part of it. What I am trying to say is, I may or may not be a member of said group."
Jordan furrowed his brow, feeling a sense of familiarity with the description, but it was vague. "I think I might've heard a passing mention of it. Why do you think it might just be the perfect option for me?"
Alastor's magical eye seemed to pierce right through Jordan as he replied cryptically, "It's a group of people who believe in doing what's right, no matter the cost. We're dedicated to fighting against the dark forces that threaten our world. We don't look for recognition or fame; we simply act when it's needed most."
Jordan's interest was piqued. He had been feeling lost and purposeless since losing his job, and the idea of joining an organization that fought against the darkness appealed to him.
"I've been feeling like I need something to do, something bigger than myself," Jordan confessed. "If this group is what you say it is, I'd like to be a part of it."
Moody nodded approvingly. "Good. I thought you might say that." He reached into a drawer and pulled out a small leather-bound book. "This is a portkey. It'll take you to one of our safehouses. Go there in a week, alone, and make sure no one sees you leaving. When you arrive, everything will be explained to you."
Jordan took the book, his fingers brushing over the embossed cover. He could feel a sense of purpose and excitement building inside him. This could be the fresh start he needed, a chance to make a difference despite his new condition.
"Thank you, Alastor," Jordan said sincerely. "I won't let you down."
Moody gave him a gruff nod. "I know you won't. You have seen battle and survived it both physically and mentally. We could use someone like you." He paused for a moment before adding, "And don't worry about your past mistakes or your condition. We judge people by their actions, not their circumstances. Oh and Jordan, this meeting never happened understood?"
With those words of encouragement, Jordan left Moody's home, the rain still falling outside. But in his heart, a glimmer of hope had been ignited. He knew that whatever lay ahead, he wouldn't be facing it alone. The Order awaited him, and he was determined to stand with them in the battle against darkness.
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5th January 1977, England, Black Manor:
The sun was beginning to set over the vast grounds of the property of the Black family as a small group of students plus an adventuress found themselves hidden in a secluded corner, peering through the bushes to witness a spectacle only one of them had been able to witness before - a duel between respected elders of two prominent wizarding families.
The Marauders meaning James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, along with Jasmine Potter and Lily Evans had stumbled upon a rare occurrence. Jasmine, Sirius, Remus and James had played quidditch while Peter and Lily had talked about various magical fields like Potions and Healing, when Jasmine from afar noticed her uncle aswell as Arcturus, Melania and Orion Black walking out of the massive entrance door of Black Manor. Jasmine remembered such scenes from her childhood when her father and her uncle had dueled eachother and was able to connect the dots Immediately. Eager to witness such a momentous event she had notified the others and they discreetly made their way to a hidden spot near the dueling site.
As they observed from their concealed vantage point, Arcturus Black and Orion Potter faced each other, wands drawn and eyes locked in determination. There was an air of tense anticipation, as if the very atmosphere held its breath in anticipation of the coming clash. Orion knew he likely stood no chance against his father but he was naturally aware of the young eyes watching his every move and he wanted to show his son how to act when faced with a superior enemy. Step one, take the initiative and catch them by surprise if possible.
Orion was the first to act, his wand movement quick and precise as he cast a powerful Incendio, sending a burst of flames towards Arcturus. But Arcturus was equally skilled, and with a swift counter-spell, he extinguished the flames with a flame freezing charm before they could reach him following with a silent expulso which threw the created ice shards back at Orion.
His son started to move and gracefully dodged the ice shards and not to be deterred, Orion followed up with a series of dark curses, unleashing a barrage of offensive magic. Arcturus, his face remaining composed and determined, deflected or dodged each curse while switching to the offensive himself every now and then.
Sirius' heart pounded in his chest as he watched his grandfather skillfully defend himself against Sirius' father's onslaught. Next to him Jasmine was watching the duel with wide eyes. She had of course heard stories of Arcturus's prowess in dueling, but seeing it firsthand was an entirely different experience. There was a reason why he was considered one of the most formidable wizards of his time.
As the duel between Arcturus and Orion reached its climax, it became evident that Arcturus had the upper hand. Orion played as dirty as he could, the only magicks he didn't use being black magic and the unforgivables. With a powerful expulso Arcturus suddenly threw a conjured rock towards his son which sent Orion flying backward, causing him to crash into a tree with a thud. This sent Melania into action who immediately check her son for any serious injuries before administering a couple potions and turning her attention back to what was going to happen.
Because before anyone could catch their breath, Arcturus turned his attention to Fleamont Potter, who had now stepped forward to take his turn. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the two wizards squared off.
Fleamont had a different approach to dueling compared to Orion. Instead of relying on offensive spells, he focused on transfiguration, conjuring intricate shields and transforming the environment around him.
He transfigured the ground beneath Arcturus's feet into quicksand, attempting to trap him. However, Arcturus was a seasoned duelist, and with a flick of his wand, he countered the transfiguration before he could start to sink into the ground, solidifying the ground beneath him once more.
The duel continued, spells flying through the air like fireworks. Fleamont's transfigurations were impressive, but Arcturus's dark and offensive magic was equally formidable. It was a battle of wills and skill, each wizard refusing to yield. Arcturus threw a couple of bone breaking curses at Fleamont following with a blood boiling curse which caused Fleamont's eyes to widen. He deflected the former before throwing himself to the side, narrowly avoiding the most viscious curse. He had no time to catch bis breath though as he was instantly attacked with more offensive magic so he deflected and dodged while conjuring and transfiguring whenever he could.
The dueling ground became a spectacle of magic and power and the group of youths watched in awe, the sheer intensity of the duel leaving them speechless. It was clear that the combatants of this duel were far more evenly matched than Arcturus and Orion.
As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, both Arcturus and Fleamont showed signs of fatigue. It was evident that the duel was drawing to a close, and neither wizard was willing to back down.
In the end, the duel was declared a draw, as both Arcturus and Fleamont had matched each other's power and skill. They lowered their wands, breathing heavily, and exchanged nods of respect. Both silently cursed as neither had managed to break the tie they had established between themselves over the last 6 years.
The Marauders, Jasmine, and Lily were left in awe of the spectacle they had just witnessed. It was a rare and unforgettable display of magic, showcasing the true mastery of two legendary wizards. It left Peter dismayed at what he had just seen.
'How can someone like me even hope to ever match what I have just seen? It's simply impossible' he thought while shaking his head. He was now even more glad Lord Black had shown him that he didn't need to be a master at fighting and that he could prove his worth by helping those who were wounded in battle back to health.
Jasmine felt a little stupid, she may have been only 23 but she was aware she had mostly neglected her defensive and offensive capabilities during the last couple of years of adventuring.
Lily was seriously offended, atleast half of what she had seen she had never found in any of the books at Hogwarts. She knew she couldn't change it but she still felt it unfair that so many families like the Blacks hoarded their knowledge.
Remus observed the body language of Arcturus and Fleamont aware that while a draw, Fleamont looked still far fresher than Arcturus.
'But I guess it's only natural when Lord Black dueled twice' he thought. He knew he was worlds behind the two but then again he was only in his teens while Arcturus and Fleamont were in their seventies and sixties respectively.
James and Sirius exchanged glances after looking at Lily's unhappy face. They could guess what was likely going through her mind and James nodded at Sirius' unasked question that he would try to calm her down.
The group soon realised they were not quite as stealthy as they had thought at first when their male elders looked to them with smug grins and started to walk towards them though Jasmine was sure she could see Melania Black roll her eyes at the other three adults.
„I hope these two duels have shown you a couple of things and inspired you to also become better in defending yourselves. It will most likely be very important in the coming years should things continue to deteriorate." Arcturus said firmly though not harshly.
As they made their way back to the castle, the group couldn't help but feel inspired by what they had seen. They knew that in the face of darkness and adversity, they too would need to stand strong and united, just as Arcturus and Fleamont had done in their duel. The memory of that day would stay with them, a reminder of the strength and resilience they would need in the battles that lay ahead.
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Trigger Warning, the following section is probably the darkest I have written yet so please skip it if you don't think you can handle it.
6th January 1977, England, Pyrites Courthouse:
The dimly lit room in the Courthouse of the Pyrites family was filled with heavy tension as Jennifer stood before her older brother, Adolphus. Her once vibrant and confident demeanor had faded, replaced by a disheveled appearance and the weight of despair in her eyes. Adolphus, on the other hand, exuded an air of authority and control, his cold gaze fixed on his sister.
Jennifer took a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling voice. "Please, Adolphus, I can't stay here any longer. Let me go back to Hogwarts. I promise I'll do whatever you ask of me, just please let me leave. I will even keep secret what happened here."
Adolphus leaned back in his chair, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Oh, dear sister, you seem to misunderstand. There is no escaping me. You belong to me now, and you will stay here where I can keep an eye on you. And you haven't addressed me properly again."
Tears welled up in Jennifer's eyes as she realized the hopelessness of her situation and she fell on her knees while looking at the ground as a sign of submissiveness. "I apologise master but please reconsider your decision. You know I can't stay here. I'm suffocating. I need to be back at Hogwarts with my friends, my studies. Please, master, I'll do anything."
Adolphus shook his head mockingly. "Anything? You're quite desperate, aren't you? Such a proud young woman you were when you came here and now look at you. A little pet willing to sell her body to go back to her mudblood friends."
He pulled out a quill and parchment and began to write a letter. Jennifer's heart sank as she watched him, fearing what he might be planning. After a few moments, he sealed the letter with a flourish.
"I won't let you leave no matter what you say." he said, a wicked glint in his eyes. "No, I'd miss your lovely warm mouth too much. What you see here is a letter addressed to the auror corps telling them I haven't seen you in two days and that I am reporting you missing."
Jennifer's eyes widened in shock and fear realising what was in store for her. "No.. no.. NO! Master please! You cannot do this! Please! Why?" she wailed in desperation.
Adolphus smirked. " Because, my dear sister, your lies turned our family against me. Because, my dear sister, you always lorded your superior magical power and knowledge over me. And because, my dear sister, you defied me even when you knew I had become your Lord. Now service me again, Jenny"
Tears streamed down Jennifer's face as she realized her life was basically over. She nodded weakly. "Yes master" and did what she was told to. As she serviced him he laughed towering over her menacingly. "Remember, Jenny, you brought this upon yourself. You foolish, silly little girl."
End of Trigger Warning
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7th January 1977, England, on the Hogwarts Express:
The Hogwarts Express chugged steadily along its tracks, carrying students back to Hogwarts for the second half of their sixth year. Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, and Greta Catchlove found each other in one of the compartments and settled in, excitedly chatting about their summer adventures.
After a while, Lily's smile faded, and she asked, "Has anyone seen Jennifer? I thought she'd be on the train with us. She must have found us by now."
Marlene furrowed her brows. "Now that you mention it, I haven't seen her either. And you're right, she should have been here by now."
Greta looked concerned as well. "I thought she might be in a different compartment, but it's strange we haven't run into her yet."
The trio decided to search through the train carriages, hoping to find Jennifer, but she was nowhere to be seen. As worry gnawed at their hearts, they made their way back to their compartment.
Just as they were about to lose hope, James Potter appeared in the doorway, a confident grin on his face. "Hey, everyone! I heard you're searching for Jennifer?"
Lily shook her head. "Yes, we can't find her anywhere. Do you think she's all right?"
James shrugged. "I wouldn't worry too much. I don't know Jennifer well but she probably missed the Express and just flooed to Hogwarts. She wouldn't be the only one cutting it close time to time." he said remembering two fellow Gryffindors of his year missing the train last summer.
Relieved by James' reassuring words, the group of friends nodded and decided to try to enjoy the rest of the journey.
However, when they arrived at Hogwarts and Jennifer was still nowhere to be found, their concern grew. Their eyes searched the Gryffindor table during the opening feast, but she was nowhere to be seen. Panic started to set in.
After the feast, as they lingered in the hall, Professor MacGonagall approached them. Her stern expression showed concern. "Miss Evans, Miss McKinnon, Miss Catchlove, please come with me to my office."
Worried, they followed Professor MacGonagall to her office, where she sat them down and looked at them with a grave expression.
"I'm afraid to inform you that your friend Jennifer Pyrites has been reported missing for three days now," MacGonagall said, her voice laced with concern. "The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is conducting a search for her, but so far, there have been no leads."
Tears welled up in Lily's eyes, and Marlene held her hand for support though she didn't feel any better. "Oh no... But what do we do? How can we help with the search?"
MacGonagall nodded. "For now, I suggest you let the DMLE handle the search. However, if any of you have any information or if you notice anything suspicious, please report it immediately. I myself have to say that I find it more than a little suspicious this happens now that her brother, who definetely does not like her, has become her pater familias."
„But.. can't you just tell the DMLE and they could search through Jennifer's home?" asked a confused Lily but she immediately saw Greta and Marlene shaking their heads.
„Sometimes your brilliance makes me forget you are a muggleborn, not that it's a bad thing of course. But no it sadly doesn't work like that. My accusation would be baseless and could be seen as an insult to a member of the Wizengamot which is not taken lightly."
The three friends nodded, their hearts heavy with worry for their missing friend. Lily especially found the entire thing completely unfair but she knew she was unable to do anything about the search. As they left MacGonagall's office, they clung to each other for support, determined to do whatever they could to find Jennifer and bring her back safely.
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11th January 1977, Wales, Evergreen Residence:
Jordan Pyke stood outside the unassuming Evergreen Residence, a quaint and simple home tucked away in a quiet corner of the countryside. Looking around he saw hills and several farms near and far. It didn't seem like there was any other larger town nearby. Looking back to the house he stood in front of he had to admit it appeared to be like any other residence in Britain, nothing grand or ostentatious about it. The perfect place for a clandestine meeting.
As he approached the door, it swung open, revealing a young woman with fiery red hair. She flashed him a warm smile. "You must be Jordan Pyke. I'm Jasmine Potter. Come in."
Jordan stepped inside, his eyes scanning the interior of the house. It was cozy and well-kept, with a hint of magical charm subtly woven into its decor. He followed Jasmine down a set of hallways making him guess the place had been magically expanded. As he followed her she gave him an introduction.
„If you've never heard about me before, which I have to admit is very likely, I am an adventurer who traveled the world during the last couple of years. I recently came back and soon after joined the order but not before I was attacked by death eaters who I assume had been tipped off by someone following me from my last station, Russia. This makes me the perfect person to introduce new people as they already know my identity. Ah we are here" she said before opening a door and leading him into a small room with only a large desk behind which older man with a distinctive magical eye sat, waiting for them.
"Jordan Pyke, meet Alastor Moody, I am sure you have heard of him." Jasmine said as she gestured towards the man.
"Good to see you well Jordan, I hope there were no complications lately regarding... well your circumstances." Alastor greeted him with a respectful nod. Jasmine's eyebrow rose seeing the familiar way Alastor greeted Jordan with. "Before we proceed, I need you to sign this contract." Alastor said placing a piece of parchment on the table.
Curious, Jordan picked up the contract and began to read.
Warning: This is a binding magical contract:
The individual wanting to join the group called the Order of the Phoenix has to:
Keep the group name and purpose of the group secret under any circumstance unless one of the following persons allowed them to ignore this: Albus Dumbledore, Alastor Moody, Emmeline Vance
Refrain from revealing any identities part of the group or assisting the group unless allowed to by the leadership.
Refrain from doing anything they know is either directly or indirectly harming the group one of it's members or it's purpose.
Refrain from intentionally supporting the Dark Lord known as Voldemort or one of his supporters.
Refrain from forcing any members of the group to reveal information or offer their assistance in private matters.
Refrain from revealing any incriminating information about a member to the public such as the status of a: werewolf, vampire, veela, incubus or other versions of mixed humans (half breeds).
If the individual consents to these conditions they may give their signature here: _
It clearly detailed secrecy and confidentiality, emphasizing the importance of trust within the group. He quickly scanned the document and then nodded in agreement. "I understand." before signing the document and feeling the magic of the contract settle on him. He was now a member of the Order of the Phoenix.
"Excellent," Alastor said with a hint of approval. "Now, let's move to the conference room. The others are waiting for you."
Jordan followed Alastor and Jasmine down another corridor and into a spacious room. As they entered, he found himself facing a group of people, each with their own unique presence.
The conference room was bathed in warm golden light, emanating from elegant enchanted candles suspended from the ceiling. A large, polished wooden table dominated the center of the room, surrounded by comfortable chairs for the members of the Order of the Phoenix. The room exuded a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose.
Jordan took a seat, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. He glanced around, studying the faces of those gathered. Several of the attendees bore the marks of past battles and sacrifices made for their cause. They were warriors, united by their unwavering dedication to protecting the magical world. The rest he couldn't quite guess but maybe support, potion brewers and spies?
Albus Dumbledore, the esteemed leader of the group, stood at the head of the table.
"Everyone, this is Jordan Pyke," Albus introduced, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "He's here because he shares our ideals and has agreed to be a part of our efforts. His efforts at Pyrites Courthouse are to be praised and his other deeds as a former auror speak of his character and integrity."
"Thank you, Professor," Jordan replied, trying to maintain his composure in the presence of the legendary defeater of Grindelwald. "But I must admit, I never expected an offer like this."
"It's not every day we invite someone into the fold," Alastor said, eyeing him thoughtfully. "But you're someone we believe can make a difference. You've faced challenges, and you've overcome them. You've got a fire in you that we need in this fight."
Jordan nodded, feeling a surge of pride at the recognition of his abilities. "I'll do my best to prove myself."
"I've got no doubt about that," Alastor said with a rare smile.
One by one, the members greeted Jordan, and he did his best to remember each name. Elphias Doge, Dorcas Meadowes, Dedalus Diggle, Sturgis Podmore, Benjamin Fenwick, Joanne Archer, Caradoc Dearborn, Mara Evergreen, Leona Alcon, and Frank Longbottom were all gathered around the table. Albus explained that there were several more members who couldn't be present at the moment.
"Don't worry, Mr. Pyke," Albus reassured him, noticing the surprise on his face at the gathering which was indeed quite small. "We have members with various responsibilities and missions. Some are unable to attend regular meetings due to their official duties, and my brother, Aberforth, is one such member who prefers not to attend these gatherings."
Jordan felt a sense of acceptance among these people, a shared purpose that brought them together. He knew that this was where he belonged, among those who fought against the darkness that threatened their world.
"I'm honored to be a part of this group," Jordan said, his voice steady with determination. "I may be new here, but I promise to give my all for the cause."
Albus smiled kindly. "Your dedication is evident, Mr. Pyke, and we welcome you wholeheartedly. You'll find that we work as a team, supporting and trusting one another. There is much to do, and we believe that together, we can make a difference."
"That brings me to the enchanted galleon," Alastor said, picking up the gold coin from the table. "This coin is linked to another galleon we have at our safehouse. When you rub it, it will summon help from the Order if you ever find yourself in danger or need assistance."
"That's impressive," Jordan remarked, taking the galleon and examining it closely.
„To be honest, we could have thought about this for quite some time now" said a disgruntled Mara Evergreen who was somewhat unhappy with their recent performance.
As the meeting continued, Jordan felt a sense of belonging he hadn't experienced ever since he was turned into a vampire. These were his allies, his fellow fighters in the battle against darkness. The weight of his recent past seemed to lift, replaced by hope for a brighter future.
The meeting lasted for hours as they discussed plans, shared information, and strategized their next moves. Jordan soaked in every detail, realizing that this was only the beginning of his journey with the Order of the Phoenix. As he left the Evergreen Residence that evening, he knew he had found his purpose and a new family of like-minded individuals who would stand by him through thick and thin.
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16th January 1977, England, London, Buckingham Palace:
The internal battle within Queen Elizabeth II. was still raging on. She could understand why the magicals would cut themselves off from the normal world but to do it so extensively they refused to aid them in any way? Did noone of them ever think about how large parts of humanity were struggling? She knew it was a bit hypocritical to think in such a way. She had probably one of the best lives possible being a monarch of a industrialised country and all that and she knew her family was very rich. Still, she would never be able to help all humans all over the world but it sure sounded like the magical world would be able to... if they only wanted. Did they really care so little about the rest of humanity? She didn't like that her mind always tended to answer yes. But who she could talk to? Definetely not Heit Eisenhower, as friendly as he was to her she knew he'd absolutely not understand her worries. If he was one of these muggleborns perhaps but not as a pureblood wizard. Not her family. Only her husband and the prime minister in her environment knew about the magical world but her husband was of the same opinion as her and she didn't know to what extend she was allowed to talk to the prime minister about the magical world. But there was one person she could turn to and since he was going to have a lot of time soon anyway she might just aswell invite him to a little meeting.
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20th January 1977, Wales, Evergreen Residence:
In the small home of Mara Evergreen five people were convening in one of the smaller rooms. To her understanding frustration Mara herself was not one of those five. The atmosphere was thick with tension, Daniela Accrington was tapping her fingers impatiently on the desk in the middle of the room. Each moment she was here was where she (1) couldn't be at her station at Lestrange Manor and (2) could be sought by somebody which would make her suspicious if she wasn't around.
„In the beginning I'd like Daniela to give her report." Dumbledore finally said with the other attendees nodding along.
„Finally... I still think I could send reports by a letter but I understand why this might be a safer option. Still any minute I am not at Lestrange Manor might be perilous to my station as a spy" she said with a firm voice. She and the other two spies had been doing this for more than a year now and she was still angry at her past self for volunteering to be a spy within the death eaters.
„We'll try to make these meetings quick from now on then Accrington. Your report then?" asked Alastor Moody.
„Right, the raid has been pushed back another time so I am sure something is going on. The rumours are going wild ranging from You-Know-Who being in either Ireland or Spain trying to recruit his first international followers over him being in Switzerland to break out Grindelwald to him being in Germany trying to find some lost artifact. Oh and the rumours are changing every week, of course. There are some things I was able verify however. He has truly been absent from Lestrange Manor for more than three months now and it is almost certain he was at the Irish Ministry. That must have been at some point during last November. It is also quite apparent he is not there anymore as he was apparently seen in the Netherlands recently." she explained. Albus, Alastor and Emmeline were thoughtful and had no questions so Daniela excused herself and left to apparate back to Lestrange Manor. It was then Marila's turn to report. She had also been their spy in the ICW for more than a year now and was excited about their order growing so much these past two years.
„Well considering that the Wizengamot hasn't even decided to ask the ICW for help I have no real news for Britain other than.. well.. sigh even if we ask them to send help at some point is it unlikely they will actually send it. From what I have been told by multiple member countries they all see our struggle against You-Know-Who as an internal matter." she reported earning a snort from Alastor and an incredulous gasp from Emmeline.
„That's preposterous" she protested „They all well know You-Know-Who is violating the statute all the time. They were so harsh on the south african tribes, where is that initiative to protect the statute gone?" she asked with clear frustration.
„Hah" snorted Alastor „It should be obvious they'll only act when it's basically too late just like they did with Grindelwald. If Albus hadn't defeated him all of the sudden, Grindelwald would have secured mainland Europe for himself leaving the ICW gutted."
„I unfortunately have to agree with Alastor" said a disappointed Albus.
„Albus couldn't you do more as the Supreme Mugwump?" asked Leona Alcon, speaking up for the first time.
„Unfortunately not. While it is regarded as a position of power and respect it is more so the latter than the former. The Elder Council still holds most of the power while I merely supervise the meeting sessions." Albus said with a shaking of his head. Silence reigned the room for a few seconds, everyone occupied with their own thoughts, before Leona spoke up again.
„Right then, I believe it is my turn now. The Draculas have recently gotten into contact with a group called Smietrolovskoye Bratsvo. From what I have gathered SB is a Russian criminal organisation that is quickly expanding in Russia and trying to form alliances with the Romanian and Italian criminals. Fortunately Vlad Dracula is against any form of cooperation and the envoy of SB left Romania without any kind of apparent agreement having taken place. Uhm so yeah that's all the important things I have to report" she finished her report awkwardly.
„Is there any possibility these Russian criminals are also in contact with You-Know-Who or even already allied with him?" Alastor pressed, still sceptical about Jasmine Potter's claim her location had been tipped off.
„I really cannot say. They are a pretty new player on the criminal chess board so it remains to be seen if this is the case. Maybe you should send someone from the Order to these criminals to spy on them for us?" Leona asked carefully, in the end the decisions were in Albus', Alastor's and Emmeline's hands. Albus however only smiled while Emmeline and Alastor looked thoughtful at her suggestion.
„That is not a bad idea, actually" Alastor said cautiously before looking at Albus.
„I'll have to agree, the idea certainly has merit. Right then, I thank you Leona and Mariala for your reports, you are dismissed" Albus said. Leona and Mariala nodded in understanding while standing up and leaving the room.
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22nd January 1977, England, St. Mungos:
The sterile smell of St. Mungo's Hospital filled the air as Kevin McKinley sat on the edge of his hospital bed, waiting for the final verdict. He had been here for what felt like an eternity, recovering from the injuries sustained during the battle of Hogsmeade. While the healers had done their best to make his stay comfortable, he was more than ready to be discharged and return to his normal life.
Today, it was time for him to finally be discharged from his personal hell of boredom... or atleast he hoped it would be today. St Mungos naturally wasn't a bad hospital, he had just nothing to do. Sure he was visited by a few of his friends aswell as now Head Auror Moody but most of the time he was alone as his family had started to fortify their home and Kevin would contribute to those efforts once he was home.
Just then, the door to his room opened, and in walked a young and to him very familiar healer with kind eyes and a warm smile. "Good morning, Mr. McKinley," the healer greeted him. "I've been overseeing your case, and your vitals are now roughly again where they should be I'm pleased to inform you that you're ready to be discharged as the Head Healer has deemed you to be healthy enough to recover the rest on your own with your family."
Kevin's face brightened with relief. "That's wonderful news, Healer Crusher. Thank you for all your care and attention during my stay here."
Wesley nodded, a bit flustered by the gratitude. "Oh, it's just my job, really. I'm glad I could help."
As he gathered Kevin's medical files and reviewed them one last time, Wesley explained, "Your injuries were quite severe, but you responded well to the treatments. You'll need to take it easy for a few weeks, but with proper rest and some follow-up appointments here should anything be amiss, you should make a full recovery."
Kevin couldn't help but smile at the young healer's earnestness. "Well, you've done a fantastic job, Healer Crusher. I can't thank you enough. I will certainly put a good word for you, I understand you're still a trainee?" he asked with a kind smile.
Wesley's cheeks flushed slightly at the praise. "I-I appreciate that, Mr. McKinley but it's always rewarding to see patients get better so you don't need to do anything for me."
After completing the paperwork and ensuring that Kevin had all the necessary information for his recovery, Wesley stood by the bedside, looking a bit uncertain. "If you have any questions or concerns during your recovery, don't hesitate to owl me or visit the hospital. I'll be happy to assist you."
"I'll keep that in mind," Kevin replied warmly. "You've been a great help, Healer Crusher. I truly appreciate it."
With a nod, Wesley smiled. "It was my pleasure. Now, remember to take it easy and follow the healer's instructions. And before you leave, I have one final diagnosis for you."
Kevin raised an eyebrow curiously. "Oh? What is it?"
Wesley's expression turned serious for a moment before he broke into a playful grin. "You have a severe case of boredom from your stay in this hospital," he declared, causing both of them to chuckle.
"That's one diagnosis I'm glad to hear," Kevin said, humor twinkling in his eyes.
"Good to know I could bring some cheer to your day," Wesley said, genuinely pleased.
As Kevin got ready to leave the hospital, he extended his hand to Wesley. "Thank you again, Healer Crusher. Your care and attention made all the difference in my recovery."
Wesley shook his hand warmly. "You're welcome, Mr. McKinley. Take care, and if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to reach out."
With that, Kevin made his way out of the hospital, feeling grateful for the skillful care he had received and for the unexpected connection he had formed with the young healer named Wesley Crusher. He knew that he would always remember the kindness and professionalism displayed by the healers at St. Mungo's, especially Healer Crusher, who had helped make his boring stay in the hospital a little more bearable. But before going home he still had to keep his promise. A few days later Wesley was told he'd be promoted to a full healer by the end of the year which caused a small controversy when the other trainee healers who had begun with him took notice of that fact.
„I mean I get you did a good job with Mr. McKinley and all that but it's not like the rest of us are slacking off." Pippa Filmor said to him grumpily when they next saw eachother.
„I even told him he didn't need to do that as I was only performin my duty but I guess he was really grateful to be discharged early" Wesley said shrugging his shoulders. While he didn't ask for it he wouldn't make the mistake in not accepting it. The higher pay certainly was a motivation but he couldn't be as easily fired now. Though with the increasing amounts of death eater activity during the past few years, he was certainly going to have to do a lot of overtime in the future and he already dreaded those moments.
'Though to be honest they haven't made themselves heard in quite a while now.. strange but you won't hear me complaining' he thought while shaking his head at the strangeness of it all.
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25th January 1977, England, London, Buckingham Palace:
The grand palace's opulent interior exuded an air of elegance and history, as Former President Gerald Ford and Queen Elizabeth sat together in a cozy sitting room. The flickering fireplace casted a warm glow on the exquisite furnishings, creating a welcoming atmosphere.
„It's greatly appreciated to be invited to this grand palace, your majesty, but I won't lie and say I do not enjoy your company." Gerald Ford smiled, genuinely grateful for the Queen's hospitality.
„I agree. I find it calming to the utmost to have someone I could turn to when there are things to talk about which concern the other side. Tea?" Elizabeth asked, following the code of conduct normally followed in high society.
„Yes, thank you." Gerald replied graciously, accepting the tea with a nod of appreciation. „Ah I see so you invited me for that reason.. I must ask why not President Carter? I hold obviously no power in the US anymore."
Elizabeth took a sip of her cup of tea. „But you still have some of your contacts and you were the one getting me into contact with the Eisenhowers which is why I am comfortable talking about my worries with you."
„I see. So what kind of magical worries are we talking about?" Gerald asked genuinely curious, sipping his tea aswell.
Elizabeth took a moment to collect her thoughts before she began. „I recently had a very revealing conversation with Heir Vahan Eisenhower. I have had two meetings with him so far the first one in October where two magical aristocratic families had just been nearly wiped out by this Voldemort. The second one three weeks ago when he came by to give me some information on why he hadn't appeared after October. Apparently nothing of importance has been happening other than a new resistance group forming alongside the already existing one. The existing one is sadly also run by aristocrats but fortunately they pity us and sometimes oppose Voldemort even in normal villages and towns. This new group seems to specialise in defending our towns and villages however and while small has dealt extensive damage to Voldemort's death eaters." Elizabeth said pausing for a bit.
„Huh that's certainly interesting. Makes me question on why such a group hasn't been formed earlier" Gerald mused thoughtfully.
„I asked something along the lines aswell. Apparently it's because most magicals either are too afraid of resisting the monster of don't care about him at all!" Elizabeth replied, her concern evident in her voice.
„What kind of society can function like this though?" Gerald pondered aloud, processing the information.
„Exactly. It seems like magic allows it's users to produce water from air, grow food and build new homes much faster than we do. All larger or more wealthier families could technically thus apparently rely on themselves and the ministry only exists to protect this statute which seperates them from us and because it gives the people something to do... and it makes me think. If they can achieve so much in so little time and the only troubles they face are of political nature then why do they never bother to help us out if it doesn't protect their precious statute? Do they care so little about us? Are we not even human to them?" Elizabeth questioned, her emotions running deep.
„... I never thought about it this way but your questions are valid. It really makes one question their moral integrity." Gerald had to admit as his respect for Elizabeth, seeing her genuine concern for her people, grew another notch.
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1st February 1977, Austria, Vienna, Ministry of Magic:
In the Zaubereiministerium of Austria there was a meeting between two European leaders, the Austrian Minister Heinz Gruber and the Supervisor of the German Ministry Friedrich Steiner.
„So why have you asked to meet me here, Herr Steiner?" asked a curious Heinz Gruber. The short man had never met Friedrich Steiner before and wondered why the man would go to him and not the Supervisor of the Austrian Ministry?
„There have been concerning activities within the German borders recently and I came here to ask if you were suffering from the same thing.
Heinz thought about this for a moment before eventually he decided to let his doubts known.
„And why have you come to me and not the Supervisor of Austria? I believe Luigi Balotelli would be more helpful for you in this case" Heinz said with a raised eyebrow.
„Pah why would I go to an Italian when I want to talk about matters concerning Austria and not Italy? You are the Minister and should therefore be the highest position in your country. Like this is an utter sham. Little Liechtenstein gets to be independent but not European historical powerhouses like Germany and Austria? Simply preposterous!" Friedrich shouted passionately to which Heinz broke out into laughter.
„Oh this is too good. The ICW appointed Supervisor for the German Ministry is against the very idea of ICW supervision hahahaha" the man managed to get out between his laughs. It took him a while to calm down again and he saw Friedrich grinning at him.
„I am glad I could amuse you so much but I guess the fools at the ICW should have thought twice about appointing an ambitious German as supervisor for Germany" Friedrich said shaking his head in amusement.
„I'll have to agree. It is time for our countries to be independent again. But what about Minister Rechtsteiner? What does she think about this?"
„Since I am German by birth she recognises my authority in Germany both publicly aswell as privately. She has been most helpful in finding out who in the Ministry is spying for or cooperating with the ICW. I am not sure yet when it will happen exactly but we should be finished with Operation Cleanout fairly soon."
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9th February 1977, Germany, Aachen, Zaubertrankstube:
Germany had many magical communites unlike Britain for example and was a bit of an oddity in Europe with only Italy's historical disunity rivaling the German one. Over time the most important magical communities which, after the set up of the German Ministry in 1769, became the only magical communities were the following: Berlin (where the Ministry would eventually be built), Munich, Hamburg, Frankfurt, Cologne, Dresden, Stuttgart, Aachen and Bremen. Voldemort managed to recruit several dozen new recruits in the german magical communities which made him very satisfied indeed. Combined with the new recruits from Norway and Poland he was sure he'd already have enough new recruits to take power in one of the weaker European Ministries immediately. But not Britain as the recent raids which costed Voldemort dearly showed he still needed many more recruits so the tour would continue.
Soon after, the most promising recruit of each country found themselves in front of a dark and concealed alley deep within the shadows of the magical community in Aachen.
Mareike Bjoerndalen a tall and imposing woman with sharp features and a cunning glint in her eye aswell as Patryk Kaminsky, a sly and cunning wizard with a talent for manipulation followed Hans Zimmer who as a native knew his way around here. Soon they followed him in front of what could only be a pub where the sign said „Zaubertrankstube" not that they knew what it meant though Mareike could take a good guess.
The trio, united in their dark ambitions, had pledged their loyalty to the Dark Lord Voldemort. They knew that their positions as group leaders came with great responsibilities and even greater dangers, but the allure of power and the promise of a new world order drove them forward.
When they walked into the pub they entered a dark and dingy room filled with an eerie atmosphere, as several figures stood at the dimly lit tables, their faces hidden behind dark hoods. The air was thick with anticipation as the consumers held conversations of various topics.
Hans walked towards the bartender who looked at them curiously before recognising Hans.
„Hans du alter Knabe, ich habe dich ja schon lange nicht mehr gesehen. Was kann ich heute für dich tun?" (Hans, old chap, I haven't seen you in a long time. What can I do for you today?) the middle aged man asked happily.
„Für mich das Übliche, Karl" (The usual for me, Karl) Hans said before turning around to Mareike and Patryk.
„Want something to drink aswell? It's on me." he asked them to which Mareike shook her head while Patryk thought about the offer for a second.
„Oh sure why not? I have no idea what's good here though so order me the one with the most alcohol will you?" Patryk said only having drunk Polish Vodka until now but knowing that German beer was usually considered to be quite good and enjoyed a very good reputation in European countries.
„Sure thing" Hans said before turning around again.
„Für den Herrn hinter mir noch einen Gladbacher Lageraal bitte" (For the gentleman behind me, a Gladbacher Lageraal please).
A minute later and the three sat at one of the dimly lit tables, Mareike quickly rasing privacy wards around them. She spoke first.
"I thank you Hans for inviting me here. If you ask me, I think our time is now. Voldemort has bestowed upon us the great honor of leading his loyal followers in Norway, Germany and Poland. We shall ensure that his name echoes through the fjords, and our prowess shall terrify the world. And in doing so Norway will keep it's status of the hegemon in Scandinavia."
Patryk nodded in agreement. "Poland has been a land of potential untapped and I am glad our new Lord recognised that. We shall use our newfound alliance to bring order to the chaos, and under Voldemort's banner, we will rise to greatness."
Hans Zimmer, himself a charismatic man with a persuasive voice that could sway anyone to his cause, raised his beer pint. "And in Germany, we will break free from the shackles of the ICW. For too long, they believed they had control, but little do they know that we have started to infiltrate their ranks. They will never see us coming."
„To be honest, I think you won't have to do a lot of work on that front. This new ICW supervisor is German, isn't he? He probably will try to get Germany away from ICW supervision anyway." Mareike mused thoughtfully.
„We'll have to act against him anyway. You probably don't know but he isn't of proper blood" shaking his head in disappointment at the ICW's shortsightness.
„They actually chose a mudblood to supervise a nation like Germany?" asked Patryk incredulously.
„Eh, he is a half blood but even then he is unfit to rule a noble country like Germany. Maybe a useless one like Liechtenstein but not Germany" Hans said with a snort taking another sip of his beer.
„I agree, I could also never accept a half blood ruling Norway." Mareike nodded in agreement.
Meanwhile, in the halls of power, whispers spread of Voldemort's movements through Europe, slowly making their way back to Britain.
As Voldemort's influence in Europe grew even if it was barely existent for now, the whispers increased. Discontent simmered among the wizarding community and Voldemort used this to his complete advantage.
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