Only Kingsley and Hestia showed up. Both of them were distraught. Death Eaters had destroyed their homes and killed their families. They only came because they thought those same death eaters were attacking Hogwarts.
"Thank you for coming. I know these are trying times. But I need something done for the greater good. In fact, if you do not accomplish it, Britain will fall under Voldemort's yoke," Albus stated.
It took a while but they eventually calmed down.
"Before I start, you need to know, there was a prophecy about Mister Potter. It said that he must be the one to kill Voldemort. That is why I must ask you two to find him," Albus started. He was glad for the two nods he saw. "Before you take this mission, the British Branch of Gringotts is closing. Go save your gold, you will need it."
"Now, I used the last of my gold to get the information we need. Harry Potter used a muggle form of transportation called the Concord to quickly get to New York City, in America. Amelia said he was going to a magical school. Please go to America and retrieve our savior," Albus stated. "There are no international portkeys, and I would not even begin to guess what or how to use the Concorde. There is a ship sailing at the end of the month from South Hampton to New York. I know this will give him a little over six weeks of lead. But since he will be attending school, once he gets there he will be stuck."
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"What do you need, headmistress?" Harry asked politely.
"We had two visitors today," Olympe said. Harry just raised his eyebrow.
"Ex-Auror Shacklebot came to the school today. He tried to use his old authority to see if you were attending our school. When I reminded him that, one, he was in France, we and the ICW no longer accept any government from Magical Britain. He then tried to say it was imperative for the safety of all wizards and witches," Maxime said with a snicker.
Harry laughed. "Why is it an imperative?"
"Only Harry Potter can stop Voldemort. Mister Potter can only do that under Dumbledore's direction."
"That sounds like a whole bunch of…" Harry said.
"Yes, well since we don't have a Harry Potter, I laughed at him before I threw him out. I did tell him Harry Potter refused my offer to attend because we are too close to Britain. Not trusting Dumbledore. That upset the Auror. He could not understand why neither Harry nor I trusted Dumbledore. Even the fact that Dumbledore did not tell us that the goblet created a binding magical contract. The fact I was lied to about hostages for the second task. The fact that there were no safety features to save the hostages or a participant if the task was too much for them despite Dumbledore's promises. We would not have agreed to participate without that. When I asked Shacklebolt about that. He told me I had no right to call Albus on his lies," Olympe said.
"It figures. Albus can do no wrong. Even when he blatantly does wrong. Now what about the second person?" Harry asked.
"A female seduced one of our older students. The student forgot to meet for a study session. Their fellows thought something was wrong so sent them to the matron. Veritaserum and obliviation. The matron was able to restore the memories. The woman was looking for an older British student with a scar on their forehead. It seems that your being held back adds to your cover."
"Will the student recover?" Harry asked.
"Yes, she will. Apparently, despite the questioning and obliviation, the female rocked her world. Harry's hunters are at least smart enough to think he would not use his real name. What they have not anticipated, Harry would allow himself to be put back so he would be adequately prepared for the harder international exams," Olympe answered with a smile.
"I don't know whether to blame it on his arrogance that Hogwarts was one of the if not the best magical school in the world. Or the arrogance of the British purebloods being able to handle the tougher exams," Harry said.
"A combination of both, I assume. All of the students from Hogwarts have been a challenge. For the practical portions, you would pass your exams and the seventh, possibly class level eight. On the theory and other minutia, level three was appropriate. All of the refugees have similar problems. Half a year to two years ahead in practical and two to four behind in the rest. Except for the history of magic. By the time you are in level ten, you will be able to sit your OWL for that," Olympe said almost sadly.
"That is what you get when you have a ghost just teach goblin rebellions. I assume that he was retained so the teacher's salary was in some way, lined the headmaster's pocket." Harry said. "Now that you have told me about our guest, was there something else?"
"Yes, next year, you will have a private suite with wonderful Gabrielle staying with you. You will be allowed to have visits with Fleur. Because of that, you must work harder. You will be missing three to six weeks each school year. If you start now, and I will arrange classes during the summer this year, and next; you will graduate with your current class year," Olympe said with a predatory smirk.
"Just shoot me," Harry whined.
{s}
"Good morning Supreme Mugwump," Albus said.
"What do you want Albus? I am not happy to meet here. I forgot that the Channel Islands are magical Britain territory." Supay Pacha said.
"I want to know what school; Harry Potter took his International Ordinary Wizarding Level at?" Alvus demanded.
"Why should I tell you?"
"You need the results of our last census," Albus said. "Come on to the Prince of Wales. I will buy you a muggle pint while we talk."
"It will be a cold day in Hell before I have a drink with you. I already have one of my security detachments to see if the Lieutenant Government of Jersey will allow me to arrest you," Pacha said.
"What have I done to warrant this animosity? Everything I have done is for the greater good," Albus pleaded.
"Do you have the census results?" Pacha asked.
"No, but I can have a person at the floo at the Prince in an hour with it," Albus said.
"Then you will have your answer, in an hour. After we have the census." Pacha said as he apparated out.
"BASTARD!" Albus barked.
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"Well, this proves our point, Albus. You had over two hundred thousand magics in 1930. Then you were down to a fourth of that by 1970. Now, according to this, you have less than one thousand hold-outs," the Auror said.
"It is all your fault. You removed all the laws I passed to save Magical Britain," Albus said with disgust. "Of course, some of that is when Magical Northern Ireland joined the rest of that island also"
"Laws that imprison people are no different than tyranny," the Auror retorted.
"Well, where did Harry Potter take his OWLs?"
"Bern. He took them at the ICW Headquarters," The Auror said with a smirk.
"Who took him there?" Albus demanded.
"I don't know, I wasn't there. Well, have a nice time. Oh, before I go…" The Auror started as he drew his wand. Albus had already triggered a portkey. It went back to London.
{s}
"Well Kingsley?"
"Harry Potter did take his OWLs in Bern. He arrived with some Japanese," Shacklebolt said.
"Go to Mahoutokoro, Harry has to be there," Albus said.
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"Harry Potter, I need to talk to you in my office," Olympe said.
"Lead the way," Harry replied.
"Harry, the Headmaster of Mahoutokoro has sent me a complaint. Two ex-British Aurors are causing issues at his school. He wants them gone. They are so far eluding Japanese Aurors," Olympe said.
"Can you send a message to the Delacour Family, Fleur at Gringotts, and my two girlfriends? I need them here asap. We will figure out a game plan, then we will go to Mahoutokoro," Harry said. "We will end this. After we take out those two, do you think Pacha can find Albus spy at the ICW?"
"I'm sure he already has. It just isn't worth it to plug the leak," Olympe replied.
"Good, after we take out the issues in Mahoutokoro, I will deal with Albus too bloody names Dumbledore once and for all," Harry said.
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Harry was almost amused. The Mahoutokoro headmaster had let slip that Harry came to that school, every other month for Dueling practice. So Albus's two stooges set a trap for him on the Dueling Field. What they did not realize, Harry was a Polyjuice French Hit Wizard. As were the other fifteen students. It was a slaughter.
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Albus did not like muggle places. There was no more of a muggle place than the London City Airport. He was here to claim two bodies. He was out of friends and allies. He quickly put portkeys on the caskets when he noticed one of the French Agents left the group, left the fenced-off area, and got a taxi. Albus put a tracking charm on him.
He apparated to the abandoned hulk of the ministry. He then mentally followed his tracker. Why was the French Agent going to Hampstead Garden?
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Albus watched the Frenchie leave the Granger Residence. He would have to be patient. It took until the next day for the Grangers to leave for their work.
He was glad that muggles could not block legilimency. Harry Potter felt sad for the Grangers and was trying to help them. The bastard had told her parents why Hermione went on a kill spree, and blamed it all on Albus. That was unfair, Albus thought. It was for the greater good. No mudblood should be the smartest witch in a generation.
The French Agent had left the Grangers a way to contact the correct person in the French Embassy once they were ready to permanently leave England. Harry would even buy them a new house and practice.
{s}
It had been eight years since Harry left Hogwarts. Eight Years, Albus thought. In those years, other than random killings of the magical that remained in England, Scotland, or Wales, there was nothing on Harry or Tom.
He finally got word that Harry had seven International Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests. That there was now a Millicent Black, Fleur Potter, and consort Gabrielle Delacour. Fleur was the senior curse-breaker at Gringotts, Harry was a stay-at-home dad, and Gabrielle was a hit-witch. Where they were living was still an unknown.
Albus almost despaired. Then he got hope. Mister Granger went to the French Embassy. He apparated to their home to wait.
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Albus did not like the Hôtel Meurice de Calais. It was too muggle, he would stand out. So he did his best to stay away from people in his disillusioned form. It was a cold, misty day when the Grangers arrived. They had a new car, he saw. Harry was keeping his word. He read that they would be meeting Harry at the local park, Richelieu Park. So he walked around until he found it.
He saw the Grangers go to the said bench. On the bench, an owl flew to it. The Grangers took off the parchments. It said go to the Fontaine Les Trois Grâces Calais. Not knowing where that was, he followed. Once they got there, they met Harry Potter. He was older, and the scar was almost non-existent, but it was the young man.
Albus quickly stunned the old man and ran to where he fell to the ground. He raised his wand to the Grangers and they backed off. When he almost got to Harry, he felt extreme pain in his back, then nothing. The last thing he heard for a fourth loud pop.
{s}
The whole Delacour family, Millie and Harry exited the Musée Mémoire 39-45 de Calais to see several French police come running. Mister Granger had dropped the pistol and put his hands on his head. His wife just sat down crying. After a few minutes, the Gendarmeries escorted the Grangers to the Delacours and let them go.
"Well, was the revenge worth it?" Harry asked.
"No, he died too fast. Did you ensure that my daughter died quickly?"
"Yes, it was the only thing I could do for her. Once that contract went into effect, she would be a squib, and not going with her new husband would have resulted in her wrotting until she died. Once that contract had been signed, her death or Hell on Earth were her only options," Harry said with tears in his eyes.
"You are right, we need a fresh start and a place without all the memories. Though I hope I never see you again," Mister Granger said with some anger still.
"I will abide by your wish. While being my friend may have been a small part of why she died, more was that bastard you just killed, and his greater good. He could not stand that the brightest witch of the generation was a muggleborn. That more than anything else was why he set her up to die," Harry said as he activated the group's portkey, leaving the grieving Grangers alone.
{s}
Harry was extremely happy. He was now a father time seven. An auspicious number. Once his youngest started at Beauxbatons, he also became the dueling teacher there.
{s}
Harry was excited, while it had taken a long while, he now had a grandchild on the way. He wasn't getting any younger, he just passed his sixtieth birthday.
Magical Scotland was no more. He had killed the last family right before he joined his family at the hospital waiting for the birth of the next generations of Potters.
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Harry was surprised, with all the open rooms, no one emigrated to magical Britain. With the unification of the North, Ireland both muggle and magical was growing.
Harry had just hit one hundred, retired, was waiting on his first great-grandchild, and had one family left in Wales to kill.
{s}
Harry was sad. Even the fact where the British Ministry had been located had been torn out and the new MI-6 Building would be replaced. Even though he had finished killing. Even though All of the island was considered cursed. His scythe wand turned to ash. It was ashes in his mouth. Millie had died at one hundred thirty-seven.
{s}
Harry Potter saw his last Yule. He was glad he would finally meet death as an old friend. He had just past his one hundred fifty-first year. All of his wives were dead. A few of his children looked like they would not last long.
{s}
"Hello Death," Harry said.
"Hello, my old friend. I see you are ready," Death replied.
"Once Gabrielle passed, I was ready," Harry replied.
"Well, you did well. I am happy with your results. How do you feel about them?" Death asked.
"I don't care. If there is an afterlife, I want to see my loves. That is all I care about. It was never about the pureblood idiots. It was about those I love and wanted to protect," Harry said crying.
"Fate is a bitch, as am I. I regret what we had to do with Hermione. What you do not know is she missed one of her curses. It hit the emblem of Hogwarts. Since it was Hermione that did the cast, the Headmaster never gave it a second thought. The same emblem Albus used to create his Horcrux. He also made a pact with the Nyarlathotep. You could never have stopped his spells or killed him. His only weakness was a muggle he had wronged. Now, his soul is suffering tortures even I cannot imagine. As is Tom. Stupid mortals making deals with beings they should not even contact," Death said.
"I made a deal with you," Harry retorted.
"Yes, and you will be punished for that. The punishment is eternal youth on a beachfront house with an infinite library. You will find younger versions of your loves there. Including Hermione. Oh, you will not need to use potions to handle your veela when they are in heat," Death replied
"How is that punishment?" Harry wondered aloud.
"Being basked in love and sex until the end of time is your punishment," Death said. "Because I say it is so."
"Thank you, Death," Harry said as he closed his eyes the final time.