Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Notes: This work will be mostly about sexual themes on the darker side, such as domination and manipulation. If you don't like such themes, you shouldn't read them. And lemons, lots and lots of lemons. This story will contain dark themes like killing and rituals.
A broom floated in the sky, upon which a man sat, gazing downward. He watched as Barty was arrested and escorted away. Silently, he glided back into the night.
(Albanian Interogator POV)
Today seemed like just another day at the office, where routine occurrences no longer surprised him. Even witnessing the department head taking his secretary into his office for some "extra work" wouldn't elicit a reaction.
However, the sudden blaring of the alarm caught him off guard. This alarm was reserved for dire situations, such as threats to national security or something even more sinister.
And it was indeed more sinister—a gruesome, dark sacrificial ritual. The amount of magic unleashed suggested that living beings had been used, a practice long banned since the statute's enactment. Such rituals left lasting scars on the environment, fueled by the resentment of the sacrificed. While underground groups persisted in performing them, they did so secretly or in untraceable locations. This brazen act in plain sight caused significant upheaval, with all operations halted and a team of Aurors dispatched.
They returned with a deranged man who appeared to be British. The Unspeakables' reports were chilling, revealing that not only creatures but also wizards had been found among the sacrifices. The man was dosed with Veritaserum, and a translation rune allowed them to piece together the whole story. As time went on, they grew increasingly fearful and uneasy. A notorious English Dark Lord had been hiding in their forest, and the infamous Azkaban Breakout mystery was now solved—an event that had previously sent shockwaves throughout the magical world. Many reveled in the misfortune of the haughty British, but now, another calamity had been unleashed by them.
Ekrizdis, a British Dark Lord, Grindelwald's stint in Britain after his Durmstrang expulsion, and Voldemort all shared a connection to the country. Now, there was yet another case.
He eagerly awaited the reaction of the magical world once this news broke. However, they would likely conceal the Dark Lord's presence in the forest to avoid appearing incompetent. First, they would need to confirm it.
However, by the time a search party was organized, all signs of the Dark Lord had vanished. This led them to believe that it was merely a delusion of Barty's, fueled by his fanatical zeal.
A week after Barty's apprehension, news spread rapidly, first in Albania and then across the rest of Europe. The British Wizarding Government was already informed and had arrested former Minister Crouch for gross abuse of power. However, when the Daily Prophet published the story, it sent shockwaves throughout the British magical community.
BARTY CROUCH JR ALIVE!
Former Minister Secretly Helps Son Escape Prison!
Azkaban Prisoners Sacrificed in Dark Ritual!
The entire nation was shaken to its core, as the idea that living wizards could be used for sacrifices incited fear and outrage—especially among the purebloods, who were alarmed that all the sacrificed individuals were of pureblood lineage. For the first time, all three factions united, demanding that both father and son be sent through the veil as a message that such acts would not be tolerated. They pressured Dumbledore to have Barty Crouch Jr extradited to Britain to face his crimes.
However, the Albanians demanded compensation, as Barty Jr's rituals had rendered their forest uninhabitable and violated the Statute of Secrecy. They also filed a complaint with the ICW. After much negotiation and the provision of generous compensation in the form of treaties, deals, and Galleons, Barty Crouch Jr was finally transferred back to Britain.
(Amelia Bones POV)
When she first received the news, fear gripped her heart. Long-suppressed memories resurfaced with full force. She loathed herself for still harboring feelings for that traitor. She had believed that time would erase everything, but the moment she learned he might be dead, her emotions erupted. She threw herself into investigating everything, from the arrest of Barty Crouch to pressuring the Minister to bring Crouch Jr back.
Crouch Sr had been a staunch supporter of the law and despised anything dark; the idea that he had used the Imperius Curse on his own son was shocking. He did not resist and, upon interrogation, confessed everything. Sirius was among those brought back, but she also discovered that Peter Pettigrew was alive and working with Barty Crouch Jr. Her initial reaction to this revelation was joy, quickly followed by guilt. She didn't yet know the whole story, but as soon as Crouch Jr was returned, she would find out what had happened to Sirius.
(Dumbledore's POV)
He received word of the events in Albania from his contacts long before the news broke publicly. Alarmed, he went to inspect the site himself. The air was thick with dark magic, and a palpable sense of resentment permeated the atmosphere. He had known that Tom was alive, but he never imagined that his followers would stoop so low as to sacrifice their own comrades. This only highlighted Tom's deadly charm and manipulative prowess, inspiring such devotion that people would willingly give their lives for him. He had asked Severus to check the mark repeatedly, but there was no change in its shade. This could only mean the ritual had failed.
Despite the grim situation, a cynical part of his mind found a silver lining: Tom had lost many of his followers, dealing another blow to the dark side. Young Rose had her work cut out for her if she were to fulfill her destiny, and he already had a test in mind for her.
For now, the Ministry demanded Barty Crouch Jr's return. Acting as an intermediary through the ICW, he brokered a deal between the two ministries to ensure Barty would be tried on their soil.
*Barty Crouch Jr Trial in England*
(Cornelius Fudge POV)
"Barty Crouch Jr," Amelia Bones's voice echoed authoritatively throughout the chamber. Although he despised her for encroaching on his power, he had to acknowledge her commanding presence. A significant portion of the Ministry supported her for the role of Minister, but he had Malfoy's backing. He knew, however, that if he appeared ineffective or failed, she would seize the opportunity to pursue his position. Glancing around the chamber, he saw it was packed with observers and the press. He and the darker factions opposed the trial, preferring to send both father and son through the veil without questioning.
Yet, somehow, Bones had convinced the Light and Grey factions to support a trial, even inviting the media. Denying media access would risk negative coverage, potentially leading to his ousting from office.
As Bones proceeded with the questioning, shocked gasps filled the chamber. It was one thing to know, but hearing firsthand about the pureblood wizards sacrificed for the alleged return of You-Know-Who sent chills down his spine. The claim that the Dark Lord was still alive and connected to the Dark Mark was equally unsettling.
He tried to reassure the assembly by declaring, "He is spreading misinformation to destabilize the nation. The Dark Lord is dead and won't be returning."
He noticed some people seemed convinced, while others remained skeptical. He caught a subtle nod of approval from Malfoy.
As the questioning concluded and he prepared to call for a vote, Bones posed another question: "Was Sirius Black also sacrificed?"
Flustered, he quickly retorted, "Amelia, what is the meaning of this?"
Feeling the heat rise in his face, he stammered when she shot him a withering glare.
As Barty recounted Sirius's escape and the subsequent revelation of his innocence, along with the fact that Peter was alive, chaos erupted.
The media pounced like hounds with their sights set on prey. He observed a mix of happiness and guilt on Bones's face, while Dumbledore's usually calm expression cracked, revealing an unreadable look. Most strikingly, he saw Malfoy wearing a terrifying expression.
What's his deal?
Ohh SHit, Sirius Black is innocent,
so The head of Black House Shit Shit.
As chaos engulfed magical Britain, rumors concerning the return of You-Know-Who, ritualistic sacrifices, and the alleged innocence of the notorious Black heir polarized the public. Numerous people demanded justice, while a larger portion prioritized security. Noble families were particularly fearful of the Dark Lord's resurgence, especially those who had professed to be under the Imperius Curse. Nonetheless, no family endured more scrutiny than the Malfoys. As many noble households were aware, Lucius had been maneuvering for his heir to assume the Black mantle, but with Sirius's potential exoneration, his plan faced jeopardy. In the midst of this turmoil, the individual responsible for the drama traveled across Europe with his cousin, seeking to reestablish old Black contracts.
(Austria)
(House of Habsburg)
A stunning and peaceful home is located in a mountainous region of the Alps, surrounded by towering peaks and lush vegetation. Homes like this typically feature wood paneling, stone facades, and large windows that offer sweeping views of the mountains, blending seamlessly with the natural surroundings.
This home was once the residence of the renowned Habsburg family, who had controlled much of Austria in both the mundane and magical realms. However, their influence diminished after World War 1, and when they attempted to discreetly wield magic to alter events in their favor, the ICW intervened swiftly, leaving them isolated and powerless. Despite this, as an ancient family, they still possessed considerable resources. During Grindelwald's war, their heirs were captured at Durmstrang, and Cassiopeia Black and her men rescued them, earning the gratitude of the Habsburg family. The Black family seized this opportunity to forge a strong alliance with them.
Inside a well-appointed office sat an older man with a stoic demeanor - Jakob Habsburg. Opposite him sat Sirius Black, clad in black.
Between them lay an Austrian newspaper detailing the events unfolding in Britain.
"Setting the whole country ablaze, yet finding the leisure to visit the Alps. There must be more to this visit, Lord Black," Habsburg remarked.
Maintaining a composed posture, Sirius responded, "In addition to visiting as the new Lord Black, I wanted to reestablish some alliance contracts."
The current Lord Habsburg grimaced slightly. "Lord Black, you must have realized that our influence is now quite limited; we cannot assist you in most of your endeavors."
Sirius sipped his hot drink. "But I have assured that a family of your standing, no matter how desolate, can still benefit from this alliance."
Lord Habsburg momentarily bristled at the reminder of his family's decline but retained his composure as the weaker party in the alliance. Furthermore, the magical aura emanating from the man across from him kept him in check.
He leaned forward, hands beneath his chin. "What service would that be?"
"Intelligence," Sirius replied.
"And what benefit would we receive?"
Sirius's calm demeanor vanished, and he declared, "You will be compensated with resources proportionately, but the information must be accurate and valuable."
Habsburg leaned back, mulling over the offer. Acquiring wealth and resources in exchange for intelligence would benefit his house greatly, but it hinged on whom they needed to spy on. He couldn't refuse House Black due to the binding contracts.
"What kind of intelligence would you need?" Habsburg inquired.
Sirius's face transformed into a predatory grin. "Malfoy."
Habsburg appeared shocked for a moment before his eyes returned to the newspaper. He began chuckling. "Hahaha, you have a deal, Lord Black."
"Jakob, you may call me Sirius."
The two men shook hands, sealing the agreement.
In another part of Europe, a similar deal was struck.
(Bulgaria)
(House of Dimitrov)
Petar Dimitrov, the current Patriarch of the House of Dimitrov, was a burly man in his mid-forties.
"Lady Lestrange, is gathering information on Malfoy the sole requirement for this alliance to function? Nothing else? Surely we could provide a workforce or something more?" Petar inquired.
Bellatrix wore a cold and haughty expression. "Indeed, the House of Dimitrov must broaden its scope from Bulgaria to the rest of Europe to uncover anything valuable. Business facilities, primary profit sources, associates – anything. The House of Black will handle everything else."
Petar appeared contemplative before shrugging. "As you wish, my Lady. The House of Dimitrov will support the House of Black."
"I will inform Lord Black that the House of Dimitrov has upheld the alliance," Bellatrix said before rising to leave.
"May magic light your path, Lady Lestrange," Petar responded.
(France, Paris)
(Sirius Pov)
Bellatrix and I had reached the final stop on our brief European tour, which had taken us to Bulgaria, Austria, Hungary, Norway, and France. We had successfully reestablished all alliances with the House of Black, with a strong emphasis on gathering intelligence on Malfoy. My objective was to expand our spy network into a spiderweb that would capture every detail about Malfoy, enabling me to strategize his downfall.
The De Bombelles family in France would be the final nail in Malfoy's coffin. This family had been severely impacted during the Grindelwald war, to the point where their business was obliterated. They had been trying to rebuild, but their rival families had not allowed them any respite.
For some time, the De Bombelles family had been considering starting a new venture in Britain.
(House of De Bombelles)
As I sat in the De Bombelles family's opulent mansion, I couldn't help but question whether they were genuinely oppressed, despite their assertions. Éliott De Bombelles, the portly man before me, seemed cheerful, but I recognized it as a pretense. Having experienced oppression from multiple families, he had learned to conceal his true emotions.
Lord Black and Lady Lestrange, you mentioned that you would aid House De Bombelles in acquiring a permit from the Ministry to initiate operations in Britain. However, to my knowledge, both of you remain fugitives without any legal power.
I sense a magical bubble from Bella; her sneer hints at an impending curse. But with a gentle touch on her arm, she halts.
Regaining my composure, I say, "I am in the process of obtaining a fair trial, which will ultimately vindicate me. I plan to seek compensation from the Ministry, and with that, I can assist you in negotiating favorable tax terms for your family business."
Éliott's eyes sparkle, indicating that he has already accepted the deal. Bringing up my legal status was merely a tactic to bolster his negotiating position. I am willing to overlook this, given the significance of the task at hand.
He leans back, inquiring, "How can my family express our gratitude?"
I visibly see Bella grinding her teeth in frustration. I comprehend her irritation. Éliott's attitude is not that of an ally but of an arrogant mercenary. Our families didn't merely support one another; they fought together. This alliance should be viewed as an equal partnership, unlike some others.
"Well," I respond, "I'd like you to organize an event and invite some distinguished families. For..."
He cut me off, "I don't think that's a good idea to involve my allies in whatever you are cooking up."
Now I was getting irritated. I loosened my control on my magic, allowing it to pour out and increase the pressure in the room.
As the pressure increased, the atmosphere grew heavy. Magic pulsed with intensity.
De Bombelles' breath quickened while Bellatrix already had her wand out and a sneer fixed on her face.
I said, "Elliot, be quiet and listen." Meanwhile, Bella snarled at him from beside me, "Frenchman, you have been trying my patience. In case you've forgotten, you are in the presence of Sirius Black, the new Lord of House Black, and me, Lady Lestrange, who once served as the right hand of a Dark Lord."
The heavy magic dissipated, and Elliot slumped in his seat, breathless.
"Huff Huff"
His jovial demeanor vanished. He stared intently at us before relenting, "I apologize, my Lords. I meant no disrespect."
I nodded. "As I was saying, set up a grand event, inviting officials and nobles alike. For this event, request the Malfoy family's attendance. Discuss how you want to start a business in England."
Before he could reply, I added, "Before you consider betraying the alliance, remember that the Malfoys won't grant you the concessions I will."
He fell silent before smiling sheepishly, having been preempted. "No, how could I dishonor our sacred alliance?"
"Oh, do invite Veela waitresses."
He appeared confused but complied nonetheless.
Now, I wait.
(POV Sirius)
My eyes scanned over the papers spread out on the table. Each one contained information about the Malfoys - their daily routines, the places they visited, the friends they hung out with, and the tea parties Narcissa attended. I cross-checked the information to make sure it was correct, but my main focus was on Malfoy's most profitable businesses:
exporting and importing artifacts, selling potion ingredients from magical plants to animal parts magical creature husbandry.
My plan was simple. I wanted to attack these facilities and spook Malfoy into a defensive position, creating a barrier between him and his allies. The attacks would signal someone was taking revenge, and no one would want to paint a target on their back by helping Malfoy. The culprit would be impossible to find by masking the magical signature, sending the Aurors on a wild goose chase. This would make Malfoy look weak, and eventually, Elliot would invite him to France for business.
"So how are we going to mask our magical signature? With Malfoy's influence, he might even bring in people from the Department of Mysteries to search for us," Bella asked after our discussion.
Instead of answering her, I called out to Kreacher. "Kreacher, bring the box!" A box appeared on the floor with a thud. Opening it, I was greeted with guns, ammunition, dynamites, and grenades. I had a collection of firearms, including the M16A2, Kalashnikov, AMT Lightning pistol, and Astra A-100.
Looking at the box full of weapons, I couldn't help but smile. These firearms were old compared to modern weapons, but after adding some runes and enchantments, they would become even more powerful and leave no magical signature.
"Merlin! Don't tell me I'm going to be using muggle weapons to attack wizards," Bella exclaimed.
"Well, after I add some runes and enchantments, they will become pretty powerful. Most importantly, they will not leave any magical signatures," I replied, trying to ease her fears.
"But I don't want to use muggle stuff. I don't even know how to use them," she complained.
"And you won't use them, just drop some stuff," I said.
She huffed and walked away. "Fine, whatever."
~ROOM~
Runes are symbols from ancient dead languages, such as Latin, Ancient Greek, and Old Norse. When you carve a symbol from one of these languages with intention, magic is brought to life corresponding to that intention. Depending on the formation, runes can be activated by absorbing ambient magic or your own magic. Currently, I am carving runes on guns.
ambient magic = ᚾᚨᛏᚢᚱᛖ ᛗᚨᚷᛁᚲ
fast = ᚠᚨᛋᛏ
muffled sound = ᛗᚢᚠᚠᛖᛚᛖᛞ ᛋᛟᚢᚾᛞ
absorbing heat = ᚨᛒᛟᛋᚱᛒᛁᚾᚷ ᚺᛖᚨᛏ
penetration = ᛈᛖᚾᛖᛏᚱᚨᛁᛟᚾ
One of my best works with runes is an amalgamation of a summoning charm and a variation of a "point me" charm. These runes have been carefully crafted to maximize their effectiveness, given my limited experience with this art.
Both the bullets and magazine have a summoning rune, represented by the symbol ᛋᚢᛗᛗᛟᚾᛁᚾᚷ(summoning rune), which will automatically refill the bullet into the magazine.
For the "point me" rune, it helps to aim directly at the target, thus reducing the chances of missing the shot.
Next, I added runes to the grenades and TNT. The first rune, ᛗᚨᛪᛁᛗᚢᛗ (maximum), will increase its output. The second rune, ᛁᚾᚡᛁᛋᛁᛒᛚᛖ (invisibility), will make the device invisible. Finally, the third rune, ᚱᛖᛗᛟᛏᛖ ᚲᛟᚾᛏᚱᛟᛚ (remote-controlled), will allow me to control the device remotely.
Holding the Astra A-100, I aimed it at the wall and fired "rat-tat-tat." The bullets penetrated the wall, leaving a hole in the center. Upon examining the result, I smiled with satisfaction.
~Potions Ingredients Facility~Leeds~ Night Time
(Bellatrix POV)
I never had a fondness for herbology. To me, it always seemed like a class for weak individuals who were obsessed with meaningless plants. And now, as I fly over 200 feet above the facility garden, I can add flying to that list. Thank Merlin I never tried Quidditch.
Holding a muggle contraption that Sirius gave her, she powered on the rune, making it invisible. Sirius warned her that it was dangerous and she should use it with caution, but she remained skeptical. She threw the device downwards, moving on to other areas with open windows. Throwing it out of the window may have alerted someone, but they would find nothing. After checking her inventory and finding no more of the "grenades," she shrugged and flew away, keeping Sirius's warning in mind despite her skepticism. Once she was a safe distance away, she activated the other rune-powered object that Sirius called a "remote control." When nothing happened, she was amused and believed that muggles could never amount to anything.
"BOOOOOM!"
The night almost turned red; even at such a distance, she could feel heat waves on her skin. She was certain that if she was closer, she would have burned.
"Gulp." She flew away from the area. On her way home, she still couldn't get the picture of the explosion out of her mind. Fear clawed through her at the thought that all muggles could possess something like this..
~Newcastle Artifact Facility~
(Sirius POV)
The adrenaline surged through my veins as I mentally prepared myself for the fight ahead. With my guns at the ready and my grip on the last Black Ward-breaking portkey tightening, I braced myself before pushing through the wards. My intrusion instantly set off alarms and alerted everyone.
As I heard shouting and questions from all directions, I quickly hurled low-powered grenades towards the sources of the noise. Chaos erupted around me as explosions tore through the air, scattering debris and thickening the air with smoke and dust.
Listening intently, I heard the faintest whisper of movement behind me. I pivoted just in time to lock eyes with a disoriented wizard stumbling out of the room. The surprise registered on his face, but he had no chance to react as a bullet pierced his skull.
I barely had time to react as a spell whizzed towards me. Ducking swiftly, I scanned the situation, taking in the injured wizards approaching from all directions, their robes singed and burns marring their skin.
"Blimey, the bloody bastard was the one who sent the explosion," one of them grumbled. "You dirty wanker, you will pay for this," another wizard spat. "Wait, he doesn't have a wand. What the hell is he? A Muggle?" a third wizard realized. "How did he break in? How did he cause the explosion?" they wondered aloud. "F*cking animal, we'll torture him until he talks," one of them snarled.
I didn't give them the chance to react. My guns roared to life, firing rapidly and taking out two of the wizards. They scrambled to raise their wands, and a barrage of spells flew at me like a hailstorm of deadly raindrops. I twisted, dodged, and leapt with remarkable agility, my enhanced physical prowess keeping me one step ahead. But the wizards were relentless, and their spells only grew more powerful and precise.
Amidst my evasive maneuvers, I continued to fire, picking off the wizards one by one. The narrow space of the corridors forced me to take several cutting and rotting curses on my sides, and one clipped my shoulder.
"How is he so fast?" one of the wizards asked, his voice strained.
"He's a vampire," another wizard replied, desperation seeping into his tone.
"F*ck," yet another wizard muttered.
I grunted as I felt my skin begin to rot and blood seep through my clothes where the curses had struck. A part of me wanted to take out my wand and unleash a blazing fire, but I had to stick to my plan.
"No, look, he's bleeding. He's a Muggle with enhanced speed or has undergone a ritual. Those weapons are likely enchanted," one of the wizards deduced.
As they began to group together, some erecting shields while others continued firing spells, I hurled an invisible grenade. It exploded in the heart of their makeshift defenses, momentarily disorienting them. I seized the opportunity to sprint forward and fire at them, each bullet finding its mark and taking them down.
My momentary triumph was short-lived as a spell streaked past my ear, missing me by mere inches. My heart pounded in my chest, the brush with death causing my arrogance to evaporate. I had to end this now, once and for all.
I pivoted with lightning speed, my eyes narrowing as I expertly sidestepped and contorted my body to evade the relentless onslaught of spells. Each streak of magical light seared through the air, the heat and force of the energy palpable as they narrowly missed me. My heightened senses allowed me to pinpoint the source of the magical attacks, a formidable wizard with a look of cold determination in his eyes.
As I locked onto my target, I took a moment to steady my aim. My gun felt like an extension of my arm, the cold metal grip reassuring in its familiarity. With a deep breath, I squeezed the trigger, releasing a single, well-placed shot that pierced the air and found its mark. The bullet struck the wizard squarely in the chest, and his expression shifted from determination to shock as he crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
Author Notes : Man it was really hard not to cringe writing this scene, Idk why. eh whatever.
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