LAST TIME:
"They'll likely attack on the fifth of next month," Newt Scamander suddenly said. "It is a full moon. And that is when werewolves transform."
"Fifth of March is a full moon," Amos Diggory nodded in agreement, his eyes wide. "And this attack will be at night when people are asleep."
"And I reckon it won't just be a single attack," Moody said. "Giants. Werewolves. Dementors."
"Dementors have remained unused so far," Harry nodded. "Their absence from the battlefield is almost uncanny."
"They're going to attack multiple locations at once. Where will they attack though, is the main question." Amelia said.
"One will be the muggle world. It is easy to repel dementors if someone knows a Patronus Charm. And they won't be used with giants and werewolves. I don't think Voldemort has manpower either, in terms of witches and wizards to attack. So it will be a creature attack."
"We would need to be ready. Even before that. Voldemort would not lay low for long. Keep an eye out for small attacks. They will soon increase." Dumbledore said, stroking his beard. "And we will need to be ready."
Ch.72 A World Aflame
28th February 1996
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
The crumpled newspaper in Harry's hand caught flames, eliciting shrieks from nearby students who scuttled away from him.
"Harry!" Hermione said, a gush of water erupting from the wand, extinguishing the Daily Prophet.
"I am sorry," he muttered. "Sorry."
With a wave of his wand, the mess vanished alongside the soggy toast and the water-addled tea.
"Mr. Potter," McGonagall hurried down the Gryffindor table. "Are you alright?"
Harry looked at his red, raw hands and nodded.
'Nothing that wouldn't heal itself within an hour.'
"Let me see that," McGonagall wrenched his hand toward herself. "Episkey."
Fresh skin stretched over his hand, its color returning to a normal white shade.
"Thank you, professor. I was quite capable of doing it myself." Harry said, as skin stretched over the palm of his other palm.
"Occasionally, we all need help, Mr. Potter," McGonagall sighed, eyeing his hands. "The Headmaster has requested your presence in his office at your earliest convenience."
Harry nodded standing from his seat, ignoring the whispers around him as he strode out of the hall, his robes flapping behind him.
Turning the corner, he twisted sharply allowing the world to wrap around him.
The world swirled back to clarity and Harry found himself in front of a familiar stone gargoyle.
"Fizzing Whizzbee."
The gargoyle sprang to life and leapt aside; the wall behind it split in two to reveal a stone staircase that was moving continuously upward like a spiral escalator.
Harry stepped onto the stairs, the walls closing behind him with a thud.
"Come in, Harry," Dumbledore's voice called from within, just before Harry pushed the polished oak doors open.
Fawkes trilled in welcome as Dumbledore sat behind his desk, peering at him through his half-moon glasses.
"Professor," Harry greeted as he walked forward to the mahogany desk. "You wished to see me?"
In response, Dumbledore silently pushed a newspaper forward.
"I read this in the Prophet a minute ago," Harry said, glancing at the image of the new Dark Mark floating above the wreckage of what once used to be the ICW headquarters in Russia.
Grindelwald and his followers had attacked the place in broad daylight and proceeded to murder more than fifty witches and wizards that had been present there. These included foreign diplomats, Russian Lords, the ICW security squadron, Russian Aurors, and the staff of the place amongst a handful of civilians.
"I know you did," Dumbledore said. "This is just the Russian newspaper. Their reporting of the events."
"Does it have anything new?" Harry asked, taking a seat across the headmaster.
Dumbledore shook his head.
"Quite the opposite in fact. It has the bare minimum about anything concerning the murders, or any deeds done by Grindelwald. It rather focuses on the corruption of the people working there and the ICW being against Russia, if you would believe it."
"The Russian media's compromised. Wonderful." Harry muttered. "And now Russia has no official contact with the greater wizarding world with the ICW Headquarters turned to ash and its borders closed."
"Indeed. That is not all. Gellert is back to his old way of recruiting followers."
"Join him or die?"
"Indeed," Dumbledore said, producing a small glass vial from his robes. Writhing white fumes swirled within the glass vial, clinging to its surface.
A memory.
Dumbledore pushed the vial toward Harry, who picked it up, swirling the white fumes within.
"You can use my pensive if you wish to," Dumbledore gestured to the cabinet at the side. "I will get caught up with my pending paperwork till then."
Harry gave the man a nod, eyeing the ICW logo stamped across a variety of parchments on Dumbledore's desk before rising from his seat.
"Have fun, Professor," He said.
Walking to the pensive cabinet, Harry opened the cabinet with a tap of his finger, revealing the shallow stone basin within. The liquid in the pensive glowed brightly, casting shadows across Harry's face. With a tilt of his hand, Harry poured the memory into the basin, allowing the silver substance to swirl in the bowl.
Grindelwald stared back from the bottom, his heterochromatic eyes glowing as the liquid took a bluish tinge.
'Whatever happened is not going to be pleasant,' Harry grimaced.
With a deep breath, Harry plunged his face within and Dumbledore's office gave an almighty lurch. Harry was thrown forward, as he dropped into the memory.
Abruptly, Harry's descent ended and Harry found himself landing on his feet on hard tarmac. In front of a magnificent building stood, made of dark granite stones. A pair of imposing gates guarded the building, as walls twice his height spanned around the place.
Adorning the archway of the imposing gates, thick golden words gleamed in the sunlight.
Международная конфедерация волшебников
'The International Confederation of Wizards. The ICW Headquarters of Russia.'
A stout man with tousled sandy-brown hair walked past Harry toward the gates where he was stopped by two wizards, wearing thick black robes.
The ICW security.
"Dobroye utro," the man greeted, passing his briefcase to the first wizard, who checked its contents manually while the other probed the man with secrecy sensors.
A distance away, two more men in black robes sat, leaning against their wooden staves glaring at anyone who passed by.
"Ash wood. Unicorn hair. Ten and a quarter inches. Da?" The security wizard questioned, handing the wand back to the man.
"Da," the man assured, taking his wand back and pocketing it.
"Dobryi den, sare," the wizards saluted, opening a smaller gate and allowing the man inside.
Harry followed, passing through as the wizards around him continued to stare around the place with their beady black eyes.
Suddenly the ground rumbled.
A sizzling flash surrounded the atmosphere as an ear-shattering bang echoed, making everything go dark for a moment, causing Harry to wince.
Screams erupted around as footsteps thundered around.
A moment later, the darkness faded, to give way to what was happening around.
Gellert Grindelwald stood in the center of the compound while dozens of black cloaked, masked figures surrounded the area, their robes fluttering in the wind, their wands aloft.
At Grindelwald's feet, the four ICW security wizards laid unconscious, their staves broken a short distance away.
"Dobroye utro, moi dorogie druzya!" Grindelwald said, his voice booming around the place.
Harry tapped his finger to his ear, applying the translation charm on himself to understand what Grindelwald was saying in Russian.
"My name is Gellert Grindelwald. You might've heard of me." He said, his heterochromatic eyes roving around where people had stopped in their tracks in fear. "The world labels me as a Dark Lord. But I—"
Grindelwald stopped short as half a dozen men in blood red robes stepped through the doors of the building, their eyes widening.
'Russian Aurors. Or some part of the ICW maybe considering Russia has turned.'
Barely two spells made their way toward Grindelwald before all of their wands were ripped out of their hands, the spells fizzling out over an invisible barrier before they could touch the dark lord.
Grindelwald smiled.
With a lazy wave of his wand, ropes erupted from the ground, tying the men in red robes.
"I am not your enemy, my friends," He continued, his voice echoing in the faint din of terror. "I do not stand against wizards and witches or anyone who has magic. Neither do I stand against the muggles— the no-majs. I do not hate any race, be it muggle or magical."
Grindelwald's proclamation was met with a loud scoff from one of the red-robed wizards.
Grindelwald's eye flickered to the bound man, his wand still dangling lazily between his fingers.
"But I do believe those with magic are rare souls. Worthier than those without." Gridelwald continued, gazing around as more people gathered around, herded by his acolytes.
Some of them were perplexed, some afraid and a few looked at the man with adoration.
"You, my friends, are the rare souls! The worthiest amongst all! Magic bloomed in us because we have a higher purpose!" Grindelwald declared, spreading his arms as his robes fluttered in the wind. "And yet, we hide. Hide from muggles who seek nothing but destruction and violence! And you, my friends, are barely aware of their weapons. Their power. Their barbarity— but let me show you."
He swished his wand, making silvery-white smoke billow out of its tip, fogging up the place. A moment later, the fog swirled into images and sound erupted all around.
Tanks rolled through the air, firing upon invisible foes, making the wizards and witches shriek. Planes flew overhead dropping bombs as phantom blasts erupted around the place. The illusions changed to show a muggle open firing on a crowd, killing dozens, making the smoke turn red.
A moment later, the visuals vanished, the smoke curling into the center, right above Grindelwald's head.
Harry held his breath as the visual changed, showing a small city. A moment later, an ear-shattering boom echoed, rattling the windows of the ICW Headquarters as the city in the illusion was enveloped in flames, a mushroom of fire and smoke forming above it.
'The nuclear bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.'
A moment later, the visuals cleared, and the smoke drifted away, revealing the horrified faces of wizards and witches all around.
"My friends," Grindelwald said softly after a moment. "This is but a glimpse of what they can do. A glimpse from my memory fifty years ago. They've advanced by leaps and bounds since then! Their weapons become more destructive by the day! And they are capable of causing carnage that no wizard has ever dreamed of! They are the enemy. I urge you all! We must take action. We must fulfill our purpose or we will be no more!"
Grindelwald paused, his wand pointed at the ground.
He stared straight onto the assembled wizards and witches, before turning on his heel in a circle, as blue flames erupted all around him, a few feet away from the assembled people, making them take a step back.
'Protego Diabolica. Grindelwald's favorite spell.'
"My friends, join me. Join me to save ourselves! Join me so that your children can live to see a future. A greater wizarding world. Join me." Grindelwald boomed. "Step through these flames and I would know that you truly support the supremacy of magic! That you wish for the greater good of wizardkind!"
Grindelwald spread his arms welcomingly.
"Join me, my friends. By my side, we shall make sure that magic reigns supreme! No longer would we live in fear of muggles!"
A couple scurried out of the crowd, through the ring of fire and knelt at Grindelwald's feet, their heads bowed.
Grindelwald wordlessly brought his hand forward, a golden ring glinting on his finger.
Harry walked closer to see the ring as the man reverently kissed it. Etched upon the crown of the ring was the symbol of Grindelwald— the sign of the Deathly hallows.
Grindelwald moved his hand, allowing the woman to kiss it, making him smile.
"Lord Grindelwald, it is an honor— my father served you and died in your service after you were captured. It has always been my dream…"
The man trailed off, his head bowing.
"Say no more," Grindelwald said softly. "Go on. One of mine will find you later."
They stood up, their hands clasping together as they gave him a deep bow before disappearing with a loud crack.
Grindelwald turned again to the crowd, a grin curling on his lips as he saw a few staring hesitantly at the flames.
"If you truly support me, the flames shan't harm a hair on you," he said. "It only exists to end my enemies. Not my friends and allies."
A woman, who looked barely out of school, stepped through the flames slowly, the blue flames curling around her.
Slowly, she stepped through toward Grindelwald, her feet uneasy as her heels clicked on the tarmac.
"Did it harm you, my dear?" He asked, cupping her cheek.
"No—no, it didn't even tickle," The woman breathed, pulling herself up. "I will support you— Lord Grindelwald."
The Dark Lord nodded.
"Go on. One of mine will find you soon."
The woman took a brief moment to nod, her eyes flicking past Grindelwald's shoulder as a few men drew their wands.
"Don't worry. They won't do a thing." Grindelwald whispered as the woman's mouth opened.
One of the men pointed his wand pointing at Grindelwald's back, his arm trembling.
Grindelwald, despite having his back to the man, smiled knowingly, his fingers curling around his wand.
"Go on, my girl," He whispered.
"AVADA—" Before the man could complete the spell, the flames leaped at both him and his companion, consuming them as they shrieked in agony.
The woman disapparated a moment later, as their scream died, leaving not even ash in its wake as the flames receded to the circle.
A hubbub spread, as people tried to flee from the premises.
Instead of running through the gate, the people were repelled by an invisible barrier which forced them back.
"I am afraid that is not productive," Grindelwald said loudly, his accent slipping through.
'Wonder why he switched to English out of the blue.'
"Gentlemen, and ladies, here I come, proposing something. A chance for magic to survive. And yet, you flee like cowards? That is not done, I am afraid. But I will give you another chance. Join me and save the magical kind."
'Why bother when he's going to kill them off in the end anyhow?'
Men continued to bang at the invisible barrier, poking it with their wands as a few spells fizzled out in thin air.
Grindelwald paid them little heed to them as he turned to the few who were standing at the edge of the flames before beckoning them forward.
Several of the men stepped through, unharmed by the flames and joined Grindelwald's side.
Grindelwald just gave them a nod, eyeing past the flames as more people began to hesitate before taking a step through.
"Join me, my friends," he repeated, his voice thrumming through the air before he whispered something to those who had come through the flames.
A series of cracks tore through the cackle of flames as the center of the ring of fire cleared, leaving Grindelwald standing alone at the center.
He tilted his head at the rest of them.
"Anyone else?"
A man pushed through the crowd, abandoning his attempts to break through the shield, his wand held aloft.
"You're a criminal, Grindelwald," The man spat. "A murderer."
"Some things are necessary for the greater good," Grindelwald said. "I wouldn't expect a politician like yourself to understand, Mr. Gabris."
With a jab of his wand the flames consumed the man but no screams sounded as the flames receded.
Another man stepped into the flames only to scream as the fire consumed him whole.
'Idiot. He probably thought Grindelwald was bluffing about his spell.'
Grindelwald waited for a few more minutes, speaking about the cruelty of muggles and the need for magic to flourish until he convinced quite a few.
"I think I will make this easier for you all now," Grindelwald said as three of his new followers disapparated with a loud pop. Grindelwald's acolytes followed, disapparating away.
Grindelwald smiled coldly at the wizards, his heterochromatic eyes glowing.
A moment later, the blue flames exploded out as everything swirled to black, just as Harry was repelled out of the memory.
Harry stepped away from the pensive, blinking out the bright blue flames just as Dumbledore's office came back into view.
Dumbledore looked up sharply from his work as Harry took a step back from the pensive and closed the cabinet with a snap.
The portraits around the walls jerked awake for a moment, before mumbling under their breath and going back to sleep.
Harry noticed that quite a few occupants of the portraits were missing while Fawkes was nowhere to be seen in the office.
"Harry," Dumbledore gestured to the seat in front of him. "Did you see the memory?"
"I did— though, how did you get the memory?" Harry asked, picking a stripped red candy from the bowl on the desk as he sat. "Everyone present on the scene died or joined Grindelwald."
"A memory orb that was retrieved from the scene by Russian Aurors," Dumbledore said, lines deepening on his face. "Most might be supporting Gellert— but I still have a few friends there."
"That is good," Harry nodded, thoughtfully sucking on the candy. "But more and more people are joining Grindelwald— It certainly is tempting when he describes it, isn't it?"
Dumbledore closed his eyes, giving a jerky nod.
"Gellert was always an excellent orator, Harry. Powerful, skilled, charismatic. Much like Tom Riddle— the only difference is that Gellert remained who he was but Tom became Voldemort."
"The Horcruxes. They changed him." Harry grimaced.
'Soul magic is one of the trickiest and perhaps most unforgiving magic in the world.' Salazar had explained. 'If done absolutely right, it would do wonders no other magic could— but a single misstep would lead to dastardly consequences. That is what happened to Riddle. I would strongly suggest you stay only at theory for this branch of magic.'
"A change that I feel worked in our favor somewhat, if I reflect upon it," Dumbledore broke in. "Tom would've been a much greater threat than Voldemort."
"Except the whole immortal thing, of course," Harry muttered. "I would've probably killed him in the graveyard if not for the whole Horcrux thing."
"Had that been the case, I am guessing you would've never encountered him again after he fell in '81."
Harry gazed past Dumbledore, into the cloudy dark sky outside.
"Sometimes I wish it had all ended, you know?" He said. "That I— well, lived a normal life without his shadow in the background. I wish I would never have to do all these things."
"So do all who live to see such times, Harry," Dumbledore said sadly. "But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."
Harry nodded.
It was fate, written before he had even been born.
"Are we anywhere with the Horcruxes?" Harry asked.
"I am trying, Harry. But I have no ideas where Tom could've hidden something like a Horcrux. I am actively looking into his past to get any idea where Tom could hide a Horcrux."
"His past?"
"As far as I knew Tom, he was not a person who would settle for anything less than the best he could get. He was prideful. He wouldn't have deemed anything less than something of great importance to make a Horcrux. Or hidden it in a place of lesser value to him."
"So we just need to find these places."
"We should revisit the chamber," Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. "If there is anywhere he would have felt safe enough to hide a Horcrux, it would be the Chamber of Secrets. It is a place of great importance to him."
"We already checked the chamber, Professor. We went over the whole place." Harry reminded.
"We could have missed something," Dumbledore insisted. "Tom could've put some kind of wards to hide it from notice in case someone stumbled over the chamber. Think, Harry. The chamber is a place he thought only he could access and. It is a reminder of his heritage. A symbol of superiority of Salazar Slytherin and his lineage."
Harry gave a jerky nod.
'I have checked the chamber a dozen times over. There is nothing of Tom Riddle's there. '
"Let us check again this weekend. It won't do any harm, would it? Because, I cannot think of any other place he could've hidden it. The Slytherin common room is too exposed. Most parts of the castle are. The Chamber of Secrets though—"
"Is not a place any person could go— except Tom. Or that's what he thought." Harry completed with a sigh.
"Precisely." Dumbledore nodded.
"And if we don't find anything there— again?" Harry asked.
"Then we rule the chamber out," Dumbledore picked a candy from his bowl. "And we work on other leads. Dig into the past of Tom Riddle and hope we find the right ones as fast as we can."
2nd March 1996
Gryffindor Tower, Hogwarts
Flames flickered in the fireplace burning magically with everlasting sandalwood at the bottom. Harry poked the flames with a stick, in a futile attempt to lower the heat.
"This is stupid," Harry threw a glare at Hermione. "Just let me use magic."
Hermione sat on the burgundy couch, her legs folded as she eyed him through the rim of the butterbeer bottle.
"Come on mate— I bet Hermione that you could do this. There are chocolate frogs on the line." Ron moaned.
"I will buy you new ones," Harry offered. "But I have no idea how to do this without magic."
"A wand won't always solve your problems, Harry," Hermione giggled.
"Yes they won't," A deep laugh rumbled beside Harry, making Harry tear his eyes toward Ron.
Ron's heterochromatic eyes glared hatefully at Harry, his red hair turning white as his face sharpened.
A thin white mustache grew above his lips as they curled into a mocking smirk.
"Grindelwald," Harry's wand slipped into his hands. "What did you do to Ron?"
"Nothing, Harry," A high pitched hiss tore through the air making Harry's head snap toward the voice.
Hermione sneered at him, her red eyes glowing balefully, as her skin turned paler. Her nose shrank into slits and her bushy hair fell away to reveal a pale bald head.
Voldemort sneered at him.
"Not even with everything you know, you can defeat us, Harry." Parseltongue slipped out of Voldemort's lips. "For everything you know, we know more. There is no power the Dark Lord knows not."
Grindelwald's rumbling laugh rang through the common room as the place began to shake.
Fire exploded out of the fireplace and Harry felt the searing heat burn through his body.
He flinched upright with a gasp only to get a mouthful of water.
A second later, the watery assault stopped as Harry sputtered, water dripping down his face onto a blurry red surface.
"Harry," Hermione's voice tore through his water-addled senses as he wiped the water off his face.
The Gryffindor common room swam into view as Ron's freckled face hoovered over him.
Harry could feel the cool dampness of the water seeping down his robes and dripping down his chin.
"You alright there, mate?" Ron's face was screwed up in a frown, his eyebrows forming a deep vee.
Harry breathed in gulps of air as his heart hammered against his chest.
"What's happening?" He croaked as his wand slipped into his hand.
Steam curled off his robes, warming him as the cold vanished.
'Better.'
Hermione stepped forward, pulling Ron back.
"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione asked softly, kneeling at his side. "You fell asleep. Then—"
"You were having a nightmare. You called our names— Then said Grindelwald before you began to hiss." Ron cut in. "I tried to shake you awake but well, you didn't respond. So, Hermione doused you with water."
Harry glanced at Hermione, who sat by his side, her lip quivering.
"It was just a stupid nightmare," Harry muttered.
"Harry— are you sure you are alright?" Hermione bit her lip. "From the past few days you have been behaving weirdly. The other day you set the paper on fire and burnt yourself. You have exceptional control over your magic and yet—"
Hermione trailed off, her brown eyes brimming with worry.
"And today, you dozed off unexpectedly and had a nightmare," Ron finished.
"I am just tired, that's all," Harry sighed. "Nothing to worry about."
"Harry," Hermione shook her head. "Talk to us. Something is bothering you. Something you are not telling us."
Harry pinched his forehead.
"Dobby!"
A pop rang through the common room as the elf appeared, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"How may Dobby help Harry Potter sir?" Dobby asked, bowing low.
"There's an envelope on my desk," Harry said. "Bring it to me please."
The elf popped away immediately before returning a moment later with a peach colored paper envelope in his arms.
"This all is what is happening in Russia since the ICW Headquarters were burned to the ground," Harry thrusted the folder into Hermione's hand. "It makes me sick that I cannot do anything about it."
"You cannot help everyone, Harry," Hermione patted his arm. "You cannot be everywhere. And to resolve whatever is happening in Russia, you would need a force of Aurors and Hitwizards behind you. And with Russia closing off its borders it is illegal."
"Hermione, in the past two days, Grindelwald and his Acolytes have killed over three hundred people, muggles and magicals included. Towns and villages have been burnt to the ground or emptied. And their Auror force is not lifting a finger beyond feeding Hippogriff shit to the ICW."
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"The official statement from Russia to the ICW for the attacks is that the Russian Aurors are investigating the matter and they are taking countermeasures to prevent more such incidents." Harry scowled. "They clearly told the ICW that they need no outside interference but help will be requested if needed."
Hermione tilted her head. "Why would they do that?"
"Most in the Russian Ministry are Grindelwald supporters, having little to no love for muggles," Harry pointed out. "And those who voiced their displeasure were killed by Grindelwald's Acolytes alongside their families bar the children. Dozens of magical children have been orphaned over the past two days."
"Why let the children live? They would seek revenge for their parents, won't they?"
"Not if they are conditioned to serve Grindelwald," Hermione responded, a hand covering her mouth. "It is like Hitler Youth."
"Worse," Harry grimaced. "These children will be trained and conditioned to be the perfect soldiers for Grindelwald. That is what he tried to do by taking over Durmstrang all those years ago. Fortunately, his rule there didn't last too long."
"That's horrible," Hermione gasped.
"Why do you think Grindelwald's the most feared dark lord in centuries, Hermione?" Harry pinched his eyes. "Why do you think it caused a worldwide panic when the news of his escape got out? I tell you, had it not been for Dumbledore and I facing them both off at the ministry and causing them to flee, it would've been much worse."
"People would've been scared shitless," Ron deduced. "Right now, they are looking up to you and Dumbledore to defeat Grindelwald and Voldemort."
"It seems so, yes."
"What of the muggles in Russia?" Hermione said suddenly. "They must've gotten wind of something being wrong by now with all the deaths."
Harry shook his head. "No, quite the contrary. Grindelwald has put muggle leaders under the Imperius, or so is the intel. So, the muggles themselves are covering it up."
"Bloody hell," Ron muttered. "That's bad."
"And this, my friend, is just the beginning."
And… DONE! Hope you all liked the chapter!
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Jonahtapper1228: I think you should reread. I've put stuff on Death Eater trials or rather their outcome. And such threats are useless at best.
MrTurnt: Something similar, yes. Also, for the Zabini thing… Did you not read one statement I put in the intro for her? Most powerful person in Italy with insane connections. Also, info and money both win wars. All Harry did was update her wards and promise to come to her aid if Death Eaters attack her.
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