Hogwarts Legacy is out so I may take a little longer to produce new chapters because I intended to dive head first into the game, but I will get back to writing don't worry.

Harry glanced around noting his apparently paralyzed younger self, at first glance it looked like a cave or cavern but in the shadows he could see swirls of color and points of light. As he looked up there was no ceiling just a spectacular field of stars, set away from him at the far end were 7 stone chairs and behind them a large monolith with a lightning bolt emblazoned on it. Once he had finished looking around he looked at the old man, he had long white hair and dark almost charcoal skin, he also smells slightly of burnt wood, his eyes were electric blue,

"You probably have many questions, unfortunately time is short," the man spoke, "I am Mamaragan, or what's left of him, I am one of the gods of thunder and yes there are many" crackling energy ran over his body and down the staff he held which seemed to be equally made of burnt wood with a large blue crystal held at the top.

"Normally we gods cannot interfere directly, it is a universal law, so we chose champions to wield our power and do good or evil in our name, depending on the god," he explained with a shrug, and as Harry made to ask a question the god answered, "yes, that is why I chose your younger self, but I now see I cannot use him as my champion," again harry's question was answered before it could be asked, "He and by extension you are under a prophecy, and you younger self has already been empowered once by that same prophecy, to empower him now would kill him, he is too young to bear that kind of power," the wizard turned and walked to the stone chairs and sat heavily in the middle one.

The Wizard sighed tiredly, "Even we gods can die under the right conditions, I am close to my rebirth but until now I saw no point," the god locked eyes with Harry, "I looked into the future of earth and I saw beings of life corrupted and destructive, I saw a champion ridiculed and then fall to dangers no one knew, I saw a symbol of Truth and Justice corrupted by grief, hatred and fear and become all he once fought against, and then I saw this world consumed in fire by a god that does not know he has fallen,"

Mamaragen closed his eyes and sighed, "and then I called you, I felt it was futile but it is my duty, and now I see something I have dearly missed, hope." he stood his voice echoing, "I saw a new future bloom before my eyes, the birth of something even I cannot see, I want to dearly tell you more but time is ruthless when it comes to these things, this future must be earned and I am so sorry but it is all on your shoulders, to empower you enough I will give up my divinity and die," he placed his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"I know it is unfair of me to ask and so I will break the rules for your younger self and guide him away from the life of pain he is supposed to endure even if you reject me, if you wish to take the risk it will be all or nothing it will either kill you or you will become something greater, your current predicament is something you will escape if you reject me as it is your destiny to do so, you will not be able to effect anything after as you will lose this memory and you life will follow it's normal path, and you will have a good life," he walked towards the young Harry "If you wish to accept then say the name that so many know me as," he leaned down and whispered it you the young Harry, then turned to the older one, "good luck,"

Harry woke with a start, and found himself chained to a tombstone with a bleeding arm and surrounded by people in robes and masks, and in the middle of them was a bald snake like creature with no nose, it was making a speech but Harry didn't care he was going over the dream in his head and listening to the voice of the god in his memory.

"Awake at last Harry? I thought you'd not sleep so long from a little stupify from my newest servant," no response as clouds began to gather,

"Maybe you'll recognise her," Voldemort removed the mask from his newest marked death eater Deloris Umbridge, but still Harry paid no attention,

Riddle then went on to heatedly explain how Lily Potter had defeated him with an old and complex magic and yet Harry ignored him, getting angry now Voldemort got right up close and looked Harry in the eye, "Got anything to say before I prove you are nothing boy?"

A grin crossed Harry's face as he quietly whispered, " shazam "

Mamaragan smiled as his body crumbled to dust, it had worked, the gamble had paid off, his spirit turned to the black figure next to him and followed as it led him away.

He organised his thoughts, he had to take care of that one thing before it got out of hand, his other matter had already been set in motion to be settled but he had to do something right now but what was, "ah yes, first circumstance,"

The death Eaters were all blasted off their feet, some cracked their heads on graves and other stones, Voldemort was sent flying, and Umbridge was slumped against a grave out cold. As they got up they took in the sight, a man in a long flowing white cape with gold runes etched into it, his body and legs were covered in a mix of red and gold form fitting chainmail armor his muscular arms were bare but covered in runic tatoos, his hair was black as night and his eyes were a mix of gold Sclera and glowing green iris, his hands and feet were covered with gold rune engraved boots and gauntlets.

The death Eaters after a moment of confusion began firing spells at the stranger who had attacked their lord and as Voldemort stood up he spoke before shooting forward at impossible speed before grabbing Voldemort by the throat and lifting him like he was weightless.

As they pelted him with spells that did nothing he looked at the dark wizard dangling in his grasp, "Tom Marvolo Riddle, for crimes against me, for cruelty, and for killing MY CHILDREN, you are unworthy to use my gift as are those who follow you, and so I revoke it," and with a snap of his fingers the spells stopped and the dark lord dropped like a sack of potatoes.

He floated over to Umbridge, "ah yes Pomp, Deloris Jane Umbridge for harming over 100,000 of my children, those you call Mudblood or Muggle born, for falsifying their records and having their memories removed against their will, you will serve those you have harmed, they will all know your name and you will serve them for the rest of your days," and as he finished her body began to shrink, her limbs grew thin, he ears and eye grew too large, and in seconds it was done.

As the man vanished in a flash of lightning Voldemort began to crumble, his body needed magic to exist and without it he quickly died again, but things were different now and as he looked on at his now powerless servants a chain appeared from his chest and secured him to his father's grave, stood before him was a man in a muggle business suit and even though he couldn't hear a voice he knew he has now bound here, trapped forever in this place and unable to move on due to his own soul anchors binding him to this plane.

A small girl had become separated from her parents while on a weekend holiday, she stood there sobbing in fear hoping they would find her. Suddenly she stopped crying as something she had forgotten came back to her, how could she have forgotten?

"Deloris?"

With a pop a small house elf appeared, the elf wore a pink woolly jumper and had a small pink tutu on, "Little miss? how can Eloris elp?"

"I can't find mummy or daddy, can you take me to them?" and with a pop the elf and girl vanished.

After Umbridge vanished the remaining Death Eaters seeing their lord crumble to dust all activated their portkeys, they arrived each in their own homes but all they could see were abandoned buildings, and they left straight away as they remembered important appointments.

The ICW now armed with plenty of evidence provided by Harry moved on the British Ministry and began arresting most of the pureblood higher ups, Fudge was arrested for accepting bribes and was stripped of his position. Voldemort's death eaters were rounded up as they tried in vein to find the Ministry or Diagon Alley, it was found that they somehow had lost their magic they were not squibs though it seemed that they had somehow become muggles.

The Death Eaters were sent to azkaban temporarily but unfortunately for them the ICW had not been informed that the prison was guarded by dementors, they were found the next day and had all been kissed as without magic the dementors mistook them for their usual food, muggle criminals.

In all the chaos, the disappearance of Harold Evans had been forgotten by all but those closest to him, and each of them received a letter.