A/N: You know guys, I am a little bit disappointed with the total lack of reviews. It's not stopping me from writing of course, I really like doing it but nontheless... more reviews would definetely be appreciated because well 12 in 8 months is not a lot.
Chapter 36:
1st March 1977, England, London, Buckingham Palace:
In a small study tucked away in the corners of Buckingham Palace, Vahan and Elizabeth sat opposite each other, enjoying the warmth of a crackling fire as they engaged in small talk about recent events.
"It's always a pleasure to have you here, Vahan," Elizabeth said, offering a polite smile. "So, what news do you bring from the magical world today?"
Vahan leaned back in his chair, his expression serious. "I bring both good and concerning news, Your Majesty. During a recent raid in a town called Poole, the death eaters encountered resistance. The mysterious vigilante group has appeared again and they fought the death eaters to a standstill."
„Wait... are you telling me there was an attack on Poole?" Elizabeth asked incredulously, familiar with the town. She narrowed her eyes when Vahan just looked grimly at her, her voice filled with cold rage. „When was this? Why did the Magical Minister not inform me of it? For god's sake, this isn't some random village with 150 inhabitants, Poole has a population of almost 110000!"
„It was just yesterday" Vahan answered calmly, silently admitting that Elizabeth was keeping her composure well.
„... then I thank you for coming here so soon Heir Eisenhower" she said after calming down for a moment. „Now what exactly happened? How many deaths? How didn't we even get a notice that anything happened?" she asked probing deeper into the event.
„I can't tell you but it definetely weren't many, your law enforcement was aleady in the area and caused quite a few casualties among the death eaters. The use of muggle weapons took the death eaters by surprise. Some of the less fortunate death eaters were killed in the battle and the others quickly fled when they realised their victims were fighting back. Like I said during our last meeting, they are not used to it." Vahan told the queen calmly.
„I see, well I guess I won't be able to thank the PPD for the courageous actions of it's members but that's something. Though how didn't we hear from this?"
„From what I have gathered the obliviators are trying out a new method as attacks keep increasing and the old method of telling your subjects gasleaks caused the death becomes old very fast. The Ministry is worried that your authorities and especially the people become suspicious of the mounting accidents. Also Minister Minchum is aware that the ICW will quickly breath down his neck if they suspect you muggles becoming suspicious of the events."
„I see... this ICW is really concerned about us finding out about all of you, isn't it?"
„Ma'am with all respect, the discovery of the magical world would be disastrous for both worlds. The entirety of the ICW was founded around the Statute of Secrecy and keeping it."
The Queen nodded, absorbing the information. „Interesting... what about the politics in Magical Britain? Any noteworthy developments?"
Vahan paused for a moment before answering. "Yes, there was a significant event within the Black family. They are a powerful and politically influential family with strong ties to the dark arts. Recently, they had a severe internal disagreement that led to the death of six family members, and two more were cast out of the House."
Elizabeth's brow furrowed in concern. "That's quite a tragic and unusual event. What do you mean by 'dark moderate'? And who is Arcturus Black?"
"They are very traditional, are not afraid to use dark magic in fact they encourage it among their own kind and convinced of pureblood superiority.
They don't share the more extreme ideals of the traditionalists such as that muggles are mere animals and that the muggleborns need to be either enslaved or eradicated however. I have found the leader of the faction, Arcturus Black, to be pretty reasonable though very stubborn on multiple policital issues. Magical Britain can consider itself very lucky that House Black hasn't joined Lord Voldemort yet as doing so would tip the scale of power heavily towards the Traditionalists in the Wizengamot should House Black's allies follow it's example in this imaginative case."
"Why wouldn't he join them though? If his ideals are so closely aligned to Voldemort then I don't get why he is remaining independent"
"The Blacks are a political powerhouse in Britain with a rich history and a lot of money, how much? I don't know but if it's reputation is anything to guess of House Black possesses almost a dozen properties, manor included, and one of the largest vaults in Britain in terms of Galleons"
"That is honestly quite worrying to hear but that still doesn't explain why Arcturus Black doesn't join Voldemort"
"To put it simply, the Blacks aren't used to follow anyone because normally they are the ones being the leaders, they have earned their reputation of never bowing to anyone, especially Arcturus Black since he even metaphorically spat Lord Grindelwald in the face in the 1940s when Grindelwald demanded Arcturus to join him."
Fascinated, Elizabeth leaned forward. "Vahan, would it be possible for you to arrange a meeting between Arcturus Black and me?"
Vahan considered the request carefully. "I can certainly try, Your Majesty. However, it's worth noting that the Black family is highly secretive and politically cautious. Convincing Arcturus to meet with you might not be an easy task."
Elizabeth nodded, understanding the challenge. "I appreciate your efforts, Vahan. Even if it doesn't come to fruition, I am grateful for your willingness to try."
"It's my duty to assist you in any way I can, Your Majesty," Vahan replied with a respectful bow.
As the conversation drew to a close, Vahan excused himself, leaving Elizabeth deep in thought. The recent developments in both the battle against the death eaters and the Magical Ministry's response to it weighed heavily on her mind. She knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but with Vahan's support and her determination, she was ready to face whatever came her way.
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6th April 1977, England, London, Gringotts:
Alphard Black, having recovered from the brutal fight, walked into Gringotts with a small bundle in his arms, within the bundle layed a one year old Vega Black who had recently lost her father while her mother was exiled. The middle aged man felt for the baby and knew someone had to take her in so he had come here to formally adopt the girl as his daughter. He had no children of his own and thought he may as well be the adoptive father of little Vega since he was her uncle in blood anyway. Luckily Vega was still very young and would remember Druella and Cygnus only faintly if she even did. Of course she would be told the truth about the treason of her parents but that layed in the future. Later, after all formalities had been cleared, he looked at the little girl in his arms and vowed to protect and raise her to his best abilities. He knew he'd be old when she finally reached adulthood but even after the loss of six family members, House Black stood strong and Vega would be able to connect with her cousins Leo and Lyra, they were only a year older than her after all.
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8th March 1977, England, Longbottom Manor:
In one of the several elegant living room of Longbottoms Manor, Fleamont Potter, Harfang Longbottom, Matthias Wintringham, and Amanon McKinley gathered around a polished mahogany table. The room was adorned with rich tapestries and portraits of previous generations of Longbottoms, lending an air of history and tradition to the space. The four wizards were all part of the Progressive Wizengamot Faction, a group that advocated for change and reform within the magical community.
"Thank you all for coming," Harfang Longbottom began, his voice carrying authority. "Recent events have certainly given us much to discuss."
Fleamont Potter, a distinguished man with silver hair, nodded in agreement. "Indeed. The resurgence of the death eaters and their increasingly bold attacks on muggle villages cannot be ignored. I hear they've even attacked a major city in the South."
„Hah indeed they did and look how bloody their noses were after their little fight with 'em muggles" Harfang laughed out loud before caughing for a few seconds.
Matthias Wintringham, a charismatic figure known for his persuasive speeches aswell as his sometimes naive nature, leaned forward. "It's clear that we need to strengthen our efforts to counter their influence. We must continue pushing for reforms that will prevent the spread of dark magic."
Amanon McKinley, a man known for his sarcastic nature, chimed in.
„Yeah good luck with that, it's not like we've been trying to do that for decades. With all this fear around it's gonna be even harder."
„Shouldn't it be technically easier now though?" Matthias asked thoughtfully.
„You'd think so but noone ever accused a scared wizard of acting logically" Fleamont said shrugging his shoulders.
"In anyway.. Our educational system is crucial in this regard. We need to ensure that young witches and wizards are taught the importance of tolerance, understanding, and the responsible use of magic. I think we can write off Slytherin but we might be able to achieve something "
Matthias nodded thoughtfully. "Agreed. Our proposal for a more comprehensive curriculum that emphasizes ethics and inclusivity is gaining support, but we need to rally more members of the Wizengamot behind it. Though it's still the Headmaster's decision of course."
„And as always the old Headmaster is shuffling his feet and refusing to take action, isn't he?" Amanon asked sarcastically only getting a regretful nod of Matthias in response before scoffing, „Why am I now surprised?"
Harfang's expression grew determined. "Let's focus back onto what's important. We also cannot ignore the political landscape. The Traditionalist faction is gaining ground, and their views are concerning. We must find common ground among the moderates to prevent the division of our community."
Matthias Wintringham leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in thought. "I believe we should also address the issue of magical creatures. Our society's treatment of creatures such as house-elves and centaurs needs reform. It's a matter of basic respect and rights."
Amanon McKinley nodded fervently. "Yes, we cannot claim to be a progressive society if we continue to marginalize and discriminate against other sentient beings. A more inclusive approach is necessary."
The four wizards continued to discuss a range of topics, from the integration of magical and muggle communities to economic reforms and international relations. Their voices were impassioned, each offering their insights and perspectives on how to shape a better future for the wizarding world.
As the discussion continued, the camaraderie among the four grew stronger. Their shared dedication to progress and change forged a bond that went beyond political alliances. They were united by a vision of a more equitable and just magical society, and they knew that their efforts would be pivotal in realizing that vision.
Hours passed as ideas flowed, plans were devised, and strategies were discussed. By the time they concluded their meeting, the sun had set, casting a warm glow through the windows of Longbottom Manor. As they rose from their seats, Harfang Longbottom extended a hand to his allies.
"Thank you all for your commitment," he said with a smile. "Our work is far from over, but together, we have the power to make a difference."
Fleamont Potter, Matthias Wintringham, and Amanon McKinley clasped his hand in turn, their determination evident in their gazes.
"Indeed," Harfang agreed. "Let us continue our efforts, for the sake of a brighter future."
And with those words, they left the room, resolved to continue their work and drive change within the magical world they held dear.
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11th March 1977, England, Beef Lane:
They couldn't have chosen a worse day for the next raid atleast if you asked Adolphus. He hadn't really recovered from the last one atleast mentally if he was being honest.. truth be told ever since he had helped the death eaters kill his family he had been humiliated more than just once... even worse his last few performances outside of training had been embarrassing. His mind strayed to his sister and once again he had her around to help him vent some of the pressure. Suddenly he was slapped hard.
„I am not sure what you're playing at you absolute moron but you almost got me killed just there. Whoever you are, I hope I ain't finding out your identity" a to him unknown death eater said growling at him like an animal. His mind swam and in his frantic state of mind he shot a killing curse at a helpless muggle but hit one of his associates instead. Dread pooled in Adolphus' stomach as a group of death eaters looked at him and began hunting him while he ran for his life. But he stood no chance and minutes later he was in ropes and unmasked.
„Argh you again you... I have no words for you. Come on guys let's get this spell fodder to Rockwood" one of his capturers muttered.
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„And I had such high hopes for you boy, clearly they were ambitious but I didn't imagine you'd perform so poorly. What do you have to say for yourself?" Augustus Rockwood asked the shivering boy in front of him.
„I am so sorry, sir, I will not partake in any more raids until I have significantly improved my duelling skills" the boy said desperately.
„That's not enough boy. As you probably already suspect I will have to silence the voices calling for your head. I will do it.. as long as you can give me something of value of course" Augustus said sadistically enjoying the look of desperation in the boy's face who sputtered for a moment.
„I... I'll do anything.. look I can give you my sister alright? She's of pureblood stock so she'll make a good mistress for you, won't she?" the boy said and Augustus was amazed in how little the boy cared for his sister, it was pathetic.. but his words held merit and Augustus had no heir yet.
„Alright... I want the girl here within the next week, enjoy her services while you can".
Not two weeks later and Jennifer Pyrites had a new tormenter. Still the girl held onto her mental faculties and forced herself to stay sane while she had to endure the many visits of Augustus.
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12th March 1977, Scotland, Hogsmeade:
It was on a cloudy Saturday that Mario Pelligrini found himself walking through Hogsmeade towards the other end of the wizarding town. His destination? A fellow former Hogwarts student that had been bullied intensely for his muggleborn status aswell as his house, Hufflepuff.
Hufflepuffs were often looked down upon by the other three houses so this status coupled with him being a muggleborn earned the then 11 year old Percival Clearwater a lot of ridicule (from Ravenclaws and Gryffindors) and scorn (from Ravenclaws and Slytherins) as soon as he entered Hogwarts.
Mario had been in his fifth year back then and took pity on the boy trying to protect him as much as Mario could which was limited as he himself was of course a muggleborn. Because of that he had been able to observe how Percival became more and more bitter about the Magical World, seeking to excell in everything magical but especially in building contacts.
Percy, under Mario's tutelage, had become proficient in building a small network between the more gifted, ambitious or well off muggleborn students around him. And exactly that was the reason why Mario had come here today.
He knew that Percy had a younger sister who was a couple of years younger than him and should now be in her seventh year.
As he approached the spot where he and Percy had made their own on the edge of the town he could see the two sitting leaned on eachother near a tall tree. He smiled at the sight knowing that Percy's love for Pia had been one of the few reasons keeping Percy grounded to reality.
The two siblings sat turned away from him so it was easy for Mario to give them a little scare.
„Holy moly mate, don't scare me like that" the young man, startled, exclaimed after coming down from the small scare „It is good to see you again though"
„Percy wanna introduce this man to me? You seem awfully familiar with eachother" said Pia raising an eyebrow at the two men having a laugh at her expense.
„Pia dear sister, this is Mario, one of the few Slytherin muggleborns you will likely ever meet especially since this whole crazy business with You-Know-Who started."
„I was lucky to have gone to Hogwarts before the purebloods got even more eager to punish me because of my birth" snorted Mario and Pia looked at him with a lot of respect and gratefulness.
„Thank you Mr. Pelligrini for making my brother's life aswell as mine life by extension easier, I have no idea how Hogwarts must have been for you when it already was so miserable at times for me" she said giving him a hug and he patted the cute young woman on the head in response.
„I am unfortunately for a reason here Percy. You see I am one of the leaders of a secret organisation that specialises in countering the movements of the death eaters and I would like both of you to join the cause to fight for our common goal of surviving and thriving in Magical Britain. We will not simply stop with the death eaters of course and we could really use your network to gain new recruits" Mario said passionately and Pia gave Percy a questioning look who nodded at her before saying.
„We will be glad to help your endeavors my friend, consider our network yours as long as you ned it."
**Scene Break**
15th March 1977, Scotland, Hogwarts:
In one of Hogwarts' broad hallways, Lily Evans walked alone, lost in her thoughts. Exams were slowly approaching and she was thinking on how to approach multiple things during the time they were taken. As she turned a corner, she was approached by Pia Clearwater she knew to be one year above herself. Pia's expression was serious, and her eyes held a mixture of determination and wariness. Had something happened?
'Oh no' she thought with a grimace 'I hope James hasn't pranked anyone again... well I will just have to deal with whatever he has done'.
„Ms Clearwater, whatever my boyfriend has done" she began to say but was quickly hushed and interrupted by the older girl.
"Listen Evans," Pia began, her voice low, "I've heard you're not one to stand by while things go wrong."
Lily looked at Pia in surprise before asking curiously. "What do you mean?"
Pia glanced around cautiously before leaning in closer. "I can't say much, but there's a group of us who are fighting against the death eaters and it's not just Hogwarts students either, no we have professionals among us. We need people who are brave and willing to stand up for what's right."
Lily's interest was piqued. "Who are you? What's this group called?"
Pia shook her head. "I can't reveal that, not yet. But if you're interested in making a real difference and taking action, you have to show us you're committed, then you'll be initiated."
Lily's brows furrowed. "Uhm okay? What would I have to do to be accepted?"
Pia's gaze sharpened. "You have to distance yourself from the pureblood elitists like Potter and Black. We're looking for allies who see beyond blood status."
Lily snorted at the irony and thought about the offer if you could call it that for a moment. She had been wanting to make a difference, to fight against the growing darkness, and this seemed like a way to do it. But distancing herself from her friends and especially James, whom she had begun to genuinely like as he had grown up a lot during the past year, didn't sit well with her,
"I can't just cut off James and the others" Lily said firmly. "But I'm willing to help fight against the death eaters."
„You can't have it both Evans, either you choose us or them" Pia said dangerously and took out her wand unbeknownst to Lily.
„I am sorry Clearwater but I am not going to join your organisation" Lily said with a apologising look before turning around and beginning to walk away.
Before Pia could reply, the air seemed to shift around them, and suddenly, multiple figures materialized, their forms flickering as if under an invisibility cloak. Lily barely had time to react as spells were cast in her direction. Instinct took over, and she raised her wand, sending stunning spells towards her attackers.
She didn't have time to look at two of the figures who had gone down unconscious, busy as she was fighting a one vs five.
As the battle unfolded James and Sirius, chatting excitedly, rounded the corner, drawn by the flashes of light and the commotion. They saw Lily standing her ground against multiple opponents and rushed to her aid, wands raised.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" James shouted, his voice full of anger wondering for a moment what she had done to get attacked by Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and even a Gryffindor.
The ensuing battle was chaotic, spells flying in all directions. Lily fought fiercely, her determination matching that of her attackers. James and Sirius were a little more hesitant not knowing what was happening but determined to support their (girl)friend. However, their numbers began to overwhelm the three, and one by one James, Sirius and Lily found themselves disarmed and stunned on the ground.
As the battle ended, Pia and her allies stood victorious, their wands trained on the fallen fighters. Pia's expression remained impassive glad that she hadn't blown it all to smithereens. She looked at the downed girl as one of her allies obliviated the muggleborn of the past few minutes thinking that she would have loved to recruit someone with that amount of power and skill while also hoping that her future enemies weren't as skilled as Potter and Black.
Memories of the fight, the conversation, and the organization were erased in the trio's heads, leaving only confusion and disorientation behind.
Pia and her allies turned away, leaving the other three students on the floor. The hallway returned to its quiet stillness, as if the battle and the encounter had never taken place.
Unaware of what had transpired, James, Sirius and Lily slowly regained their senses, shaken by the inexplicable sense of loss and confusion. They helped each other up, exchanging bewildered glances, their memories of the encounter and the fight lost in the haze of obliviation. After checking everyone was okay they went to the infirmary knowing that they might have missed something.
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18th March 1977, Romania, Dracula Castle:
In the depths of the dark, ancient castle shrouded in mystery, Voldemort stood before Vlad Dracula, the renowned and feared vampire lord. He had come here as part of the Eastern European part of his world recruiting tour. The atmosphere was heavy with an air of power, each figure exuding an aura of dominance that clashed and blended like the shadows themselves. The vampire lord was truly impressive, Voldemort concluded after a minute of both staring at eachother in silence but business had to be done at some point.
"Vlad Dracula," Voldemort began, his voice dripping with a deceptive charm, "I have come to offer you an opportunity unlike any other. For too long has your species been pushed to the sidelines of the Wizarding World. Join me, and together we can reshape the world in our image and the whole world will finally recognise you and your brethren as an equal amongst magical beings"
Dracula, seated on an ornate throne carved from the bones of long-forgotten beasts, regarded Voldemort with a mixture of amusement and skepticism. His eyes glowed with a crimson intensity, reflecting the centuries of power and knowledge he possessed.
"Reshape the world?" Dracula's voice was low and tinged with a hint of mockery. "And how, pray tell, do you intend to achieve that Lord Voldemort?"
Voldemort's lip curled imperceptibly at the mocking use of his chosen moniker "With power, Dracula. The kind of power only I can offer you. My followers are growing in numbers, and those who oppose me are slowly crushed beneath my might."
Dracula chuckled, a sound that echoed through the chamber like the whisper of shadows. "You speak of power, yet you stand before me, offering your supplication."
Voldemort's crimson eyes glowed with annoyance. "I offer you a place by my side, a partnership that will grant you unimaginable wealth and dominion."
Dracula leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "And what makes you think that I, who have ruled over the night for centuries, would bow to your command?"
Voldemort's voice grew colder. "Because, Dracula, I am the master of death, the one who has cheated the very essence that one day takes all mortals."
Dracula's laughter erupted, filling the chamber with its echoes. "You are a foolish young sorcerer, intoxicated by your own ambition. I have lived through ages, seen empires rise and fall, and you think I would submit to the whims of a mere mortal?"
Voldemort's frustration was palpable. "You underestimate the power I wield. I can offer you a chance to expand your dominion beyond what you have ever known."
Dracula leaned back, his gaze assessing. "I am eternal, Riddle, a vampire does not die. My clan is strong and prosperous, Romania is ours to rule. We have no need for your promises or your pretensions."
Voldemort's fingers tightened around his wand, his frustration giving way to anger. But deep down, he understood that attacking Vlad Dracula would be a grave mistake. The vampire lord's influence and power were too vast, and an enemy like that was not one Voldemort could afford. Even if he managed to take down Dracula (which he believed he could), he'd be weakened after fighting such a powerful target and would likely lose against the hordes of vampires wanting to avenge their ancestor.
With a begrudging nod, Voldemort retreated, his words clipped. "Very well, Dracula. For now, we shall leave this matter here. But remember, there will come a time when the world will bow before me, and those who oppose me will fall."
Dracula's grin was predatory, his eyes unyielding. "And should that time come, I will be waiting. Now go little wizard and maybe you shall one day be my equal."
Voldemort turned on his heel, his robes swirling as he vanished into the shadows. He left the dark castle, his pride wounded, yet his caution overriding his anger. As he Apparated away, he knew that Vlad Dracula was not a foe to be taken lightly, and his offer had been soundly rejected.
Dracula smirked to himself, seeing the new dark lord of Europe leaving Dracula's realm was incredibly amusing to him.
'But why leave it at here? I remember this.. Smatrolov family I think they were called requesting an alliance. It would be terribly funny to see the group learning of the dark lord's insolence" he said with a silent laugh. Foolish wizards as they were they had atleast showed respect to him and treated him like an equal yes a superior even. He knew it would only be a matter of time before they turned to real criminal activities and threaten his domain but for now they were no threat to him and thus playing with them a little couldn't hurt.
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20th March 1977, Russia, Yekaterinburg, Smietrolov Castle:
Things hadn't gone much better during the past few months Pietro had to admit to himself. Who knew that setting up a criminal organisation could be so stressful? Sure the micromanaging was left to Denis and the others but still, so many things had to be managed all at once. Pietro had to sigh when the door to his chambers was opened and Denis came through not looking happy at all.
„What is it now Denis?" he asked wearily.
Denis shook his head, his body language showing how tired he was. „We just got a message from Lord Dracula. Apparently this Lord Voldemort tried to recruit him and was immediately dismissed by Dracula. You know what this means Pietro" Pietro's childhood friend said.
„Yeah I know, I know" Pietro muttered also pretty tired. Voldemort was making more moves and was now in Eastern Europe. Pietro didn't like that, Eastern Europe was to be his turf! Of course that was many years away but Pietro had rightfully earned his reputation of dreaming a little too much.
„So what are we going to do?" Denis asked after a moment of silence. Pietro regarded his long time friend for a long moment before sighing again.
„We wait, can't do anything else, can we? Let's see where this is going. I swear if Lord Dracula only sent this message to us to mess with us, I swear I will have his head on a plate one day."
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22nd March 1977, Scotland, Hogwarts, Slytherin Common Room:
Things had been tense these past few months ever since their attack on Hogsmeade. The time since hadn't been a good one for Barty Crouch Jr.
He had been caught during the attack and had to bribe himself out of his dilemma using his own allowance for the whole year to keep the auror silent. His own allowance! He couldn't even use his family's money, there was no way his father wouldn't notice hundreds of galleons suddenly missing from the family vault.
In the dimly lit common room of Slytherin House, Barty sat by the fireplace poring over a potions textbook. He was deeply engrossed in his studies, determined to excel in every subject so he could serve his Lord better.
Just as he was about to turn the page, the common room door swung open, and a tall and lean fifth-year Slytherin entered. The older student's cold, calculating eyes scanned the room before landing on Barty. With a sly grin, he approached the younger boy.
"Studying again, Crouch?" he drawled, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and condescension.
Barty looked up from his book, his expression a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "And if I am?" he retorted, not one to back down easily.
The older Slytherin took a seat across from Barty, his grin widening. "No need to get defensive, junior. I'm not surprised to see someone like you stuffing your nose in a book again. How about taking a break sometime?"
Barty's jaw clenched, his irritation evident. "I don't need a break. Unlike some, I prefer to make the most of my time."
His companion chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Ah, but you see, Crouch, there's more to Hogwarts life than just books and studying."
Barty raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "And what would that be?"
The older Slytherin leaned forward, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Power, influence, connections. Slytherins don't get ahead in the wizarding world by burying their heads in books alone."
Barty's lips curled into a small smile. "You speak as if you're an expert on the matter."
The older Slytherin's smile turned into a smirk. "Let's just say I've learned a thing or two during my time here. You've got potential, Crouch. But potential means nothing if you don't know how to use it."
Barty's curiosity got the better of him. "So, what do you suggest, then?"
His companion leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Start by observing. Learn how the different Houses operate, how they interact. Use your intelligence to gather information, not just memorize facts from textbooks."
Barty's mind whirred with possibilities. "And what's in it for you? Why are you giving me this advice?"
The older Slytherin's gaze turned distant for a moment before refocusing on Barty. "Consider it an investment. When you rise, I want to be the one you remember."
Barty studied his companion, weighing the words carefully. "Deal," he finally said, extending his hand.
The older Slytherin shook it firmly, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes before leaving. His parting words were "Remember, Crouch, knowledge is power, but how you wield it determines your success."
Barty was alone for a few moments, and for once he wished to have someone to talk to. He quickly regretted that silent wish.
„Oy you, have you heard the newest news that have brought new news?" one of the younger Slytherins said approaching him. He had to be a second or third year, Barty guessed from looking at the boy. He couldn't remember the name of the brat but new that he was a half blood who liked to use one word repeatedly in a sentence sometimes.
„What is it now?" he asked the boy in an annoyed and tired voice.
„You-Know-Who was seen coming out of the castle of Lord Dracula and it is speculated that the vampires have now officially joined him in his endeavor to rule the world... or atleast that is what the Daily Prophet says" the boy said shruggin his shoulders in the end.
„Morgana's tits, why are you even reading that piece of shit? You know it's owned by the ministry right?" Barty asked incredulously, his voice full of disbelief.
The boy only shrugged again and said „But don't you find it exciting that the Dark Lord has the vampires as his allies now?" the boy said with a wishfull smile and Barty didn't even want to know what the boy was thinking about. He knew he wasn't the sanest but even he got the shivers when he was looking at the boy in front of him.
„As much as I would like that to be actually true, you can't possibly believe that Lord Dracula would bow to anyone even our Lord. The vampires have ruled Romania for what six centuries? Once our Lord rules Britain then we can talk about allying with the Dracula Clan" Barty said in a lecturing tone, he was often told he could be a teacher someday but he didn't like others enough for that and preferred cursing people too much.
„Hmmm then why don't we just imperiuse Lord Dracula and the other leaders of his clan?" the boy mused and Barty couldn't help but groan out. He didn't even want to comment on the fact that the boy should have been glad to have said this in the Slytherin common room and not somewhere outside where he could have been overheard by some of the mudbloods or worse blood traitors and reported to the authorities.
„... are you for real? Haven't you discussed the matters of vampire in Care of Magical Creatures yet?... Alright then let me tell you to never try to imperiuse a vampire because they will know you did but it basically doesn't affect them in any way"
„Ohh... uhm why not try the imperius on the ministry officials? Like getting into the ministry shouldn't be too hard right?" the boy asked confused, scratching his head and giving Barty the urge to facepalm, not that the term had been coined yet and not that he would ever describe such an action as facepalming. But he refrained from slapping his forehead and merely groaned, running his right hand through his hair. How naive could someone be? „Mate... do you have any idea how much focus it takes to control even one mind? You could probably imperiuse a couple muggles pretty easily but not magicals, especially those with a strong mind. We'd never be able to hold the entire ministry under the imperius. It would also be noticed pretty quickly by their families and their coworkers not under the imperius." Barty said with gritted teeth. He groaned again when the boy just looked at him with blinking eyes. This would take some time but he couldn't afford to lose reputation by rebuffing the other boy.
**Scene Break**
25th March 1977, Wales, Wrexham, Blackmoore Safehouse:
Jessica and Michelle sat across from each other, their faces etched with concern. The room was adorned with maps, charts, and a large wooden desk covered in parchment and scattered notes. Usually it would have been Mario making the report but with him gone building up the recruitment network the job fell to Michelle. She was obviously not pleased to do this, prefering to improve her spell work but she didn't let her annoyance show too much.
"So, Michelle, what's the latest from our sources?" Jessica leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she waited for Michelle's report.
Michelle took a deep breath, her fingers tapping lightly on the desk. "Well, it's been rather quiet lately. Almost too quiet, if you ask me."
Jessica raised an eyebrow. "Too quiet? Isn't that what we've been hoping for? A moment of respite? A chance to rebuild our forces, maybe even increase them to the point we can go on the offensive?"
Michelle sighed, her gaze fixed on the maps before her. "I know, but think about it. The death eaters have been avoiding magical areas like a plague. It's all been muggle targets recently."
Jessica leaned back, her arms crossed. "I don't like it either but what's your point?"
Michelle's expression turned solemn. "I'm just worried that this shift in strategy might be making the magical populace complacent. They're seeing the attacks as something distant, not directly affecting them. And if they start feeling safe, it'll be that much harder to rally them to our cause."
Jessica thought over those words and silently agreed but didn't know what the solution could be. „What are you trying to say?"
Michelle hesitated making Jessica raise an eyebrow. Finally Michelle seemed to regain her wits. „Why don't we help the issue along?"
„Michelle, you can't possibly be suggesting we escalate the situation."
Jessica's lips pressed into a thin line. ""
Michelle looked up, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and frustration. "I'm not suggesting we start targeting innocents, but maybe we need to remind the wizarding world that the death eaters are still out there. That the threat is very real."
Jessica's eyebrows furrowed. "False flag operations? Creating chaos just to make them afraid?"
Michelle shook her head. "Not chaos, just a controlled message. Something that forces them to acknowledge the danger. It's not about creating more victims, it's about waking them up."
Jessica's jaw tightened. "And if it goes wrong? If people get hurt?"
"Then we'll take every precaution to prevent that. We won't let it spin out of control." Michelle's voice was steady, her resolve unyielding.
The room fell into a tense silence as both women locked eyes, their conflicting opinions hanging in the air.
Finally, Jessica let out a heavy sigh. "I understand your concerns, Michelle. But we can't become the monsters we're fighting against. We need to inspire change through hope, not fear."
Michelle nodded, her expression softening. "You're right, Jessica. I just... I don't want to see us lose momentum, especially when we've come so far."
Jessica reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Michelle's. "We won't lose momentum. We'll find a way to show them the truth without compromising our principles."
After a moment of contemplative silence, Michelle gave a small smile. "I am not sure if we haven't already done that. Sometimes I wonder if all those deaths is worth it."
"Don't you start doubting our cause now, you hear me? We're in this together, Michelle. We'll find a way to cleanse the wizarding world." Jessica's gaze met Michelle's, a shared determination passing between them.
The conversation turned to lighter topics as they continued talking for a few more minutes.
**Scene Break**
29th March 1977, Wales, Evergreen Residence:
Within the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, a tense atmosphere hung in the air as Albus Dumbledore, Alastor Moody, Emmeline Vance, Daniela Accrington, Mariala Jackson, and Leona Alcon gathered around a large wooden table. Maps and parchment littered the table's surface, indicating the gravity of their discussions.
"Voldemort has been seen in Romania. Some of the ICW higher-ups are worried if he might try to recruit the vampire clans there," Mariala began, her voice carrying an undertone of concern.
Dumbledore leaned forward, his piercing blue eyes fixed on Mariala. "What do you think, Mariala? Are you of the same opinion, or is he perhaps indeed there to hunt some kind of treasure or artifact?"
Mariala furrowed her brow in contemplation. "His movements absolutely confuse me. He never stays in one place for longer than a week or so. But he has been sighted in so many Central and now even Eastern European locations... What could he possibly be searching for if he was searching for something?"
With a thoughtful nod, Mariala concluded her report and soon excused herself from the meeting, leaving the remaining members to grapple with the implications.
Emmeline Vance spoke up, her gaze focused on Dumbledore. "Albus, I think we'll have to take into consideration that he might currently try to recruit as many as possible."
Moody's eye narrowed as he interjected, his gruff voice filling the room. "Aye, the lass is right. I'll inform the rest of the Order of our suspicions and tell them to keep it quiet. Any new potential members of our own out there?"
Emmeline nodded. "Not many, but Frank's girlfriend might be interested in joining us."
Leona's eyes widened in surprise. "That's it?"
Emmeline sighed, her expression heavy. "It seems people are starting to forget the threat Voldemort poses since he hasn't been sighted since last October."
Dumbledore's voice carried the weight of wisdom as he chimed in, his gaze distant. "Not to mention that there have been no attacks of note since the attacks on the Burkes and the Pyrites."
Leona's frustration was palpable. "But... already? That's like five months ago? How can they forget so quickly?"
Dumbledore's eyes held a mixture of empathy and understanding. "People often have a short memory and tend to believe what they want to believe."
Emmeline leaned back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest. "It's our duty to remind them, then. We can't let complacency lead to our downfall."
Moody grunted in agreement. "Aye, we'll make sure they remember the threat that's lurking."
Leona's determined gaze met with her fellow Order members. "Let's not underestimate Voldemort's cunning. If he's moving this much, he's up to something big."
As the meeting continued, the members of the Order of the Phoenix discussed strategies, potential recruits, and ways to keep the wizarding world informed about the ongoing danger. The room buzzed with urgency, a shared determination to prevent the public from slipping into a false sense of security. They were the guardians of hope, battling against the shadows that threatened to engulf their world.
End of Chapter
