DISASTER IN BRITAIN
MINISTER OF MAGIC ASSASSINATED!
GRINDELWALD ANHILATES BRITISH LANDING FORCES!
In a harrowing turn of events, the British Ministry of Magic reels from a dual blow, as the assassination of the esteemed Minister of Magic collides with a catastrophic military defeat on the European front.
The incursion into Grindelwald-occupied France, intended as a strategic maneuver to reclaim territory, has resulted in a profound military disaster. Reports indicate that a formidable German "wunderwaffe" has decimated a staggering 97% of the British invasion force. Searches are underway to retrieve the surviving forces. The exact nature of this weapon remains shrouded in mystery, but its effects are undeniable, marking a dark chapter in the annals of magical warfare. The Department of Mysteries has refused to comment on a request by the Prophet. Similarly, Hogwarts and the ICC too have refused to comment on the situation.
Tragically, the chaos and turmoil of wartime deliberations within the Wizengamot led to a fateful moment during an emergency session. As the Conscription ACT was being fervently discussed, the Minister fell victim to an assassin's spell, plunging the chamber into chaos and disbelief. The loss of Minister Riverwood, a stalwart advocate for intervention, reverberates throughout the wizarding world.
In the wake of this unthinkable tragedy, the mantle of leadership falls upon the capable shoulders of Gloria Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Auror Corps. With solemn determination, Acting Minister Bones assumes the daunting task of guiding the Ministry through this tumultuous period, as the fate of wizarding Britain hangs in the balance.
As the specter of war looms ever larger on the horizon, the wizarding community must unite in strength and solidarity, drawing upon the resilience of the human spirit to confront the challenges that lie ahead. In the memory of those who have fallen and the hope for a brighter future, let us stand together, unwavering in our resolve to uphold the values of peace, justice, and freedom for all magical kind.
Hogwarts
His enemies were many. His friends were few. Every day that passed the former grew in number and the latter declined. Grindelwald had dealt him an extraordinary blow. Albus Dumbledore was dead. What little advantage and knowledge he had of the future past was now sand in the wind. He should have been afraid, he should have been angry, but he felt none of these things. He stood in his great grandfather's funeral, a closed casket because of what Grindelwald's thugs had done to him. Still, he felt nothing. Even as he had gotten over his feelings of betrayal and awkwardly consoled a distraught Charlus Potter – he felt nothing.
All he knew was that all those who had hurt him, would have a reckoning to face.
What was better than waging wars alone? Waging war with trusted allies of course. He had ignored his friends for too long. It's high time he took them in confidence to his current activities. If he was to influence the British society in the greater war to come, he needed to take the initiative and stop being a reactionary. Which is why he was currently facing down a tribunal of his friends.
"Is this a joke?" A stern-faced Dorea glared down at him with all the regal fury of a Black heiress. It's crazy how she closely she resembled Narcissa Malfoy… If only Narcissa had a heart down somewhere below all the Death Eater crap. However, given the sheer truth bombs that he had conveyed to her.
"You can't possibly be serious, Harry. Please don't do this. This is a stupid idea." Helena said and she turned to Dorea, "Tell him this is a stupid idea."
But Dorea merely glared at him, "I will admit it is surprising to know all the hijinks you three have gotten over to during the Summer break."
She took a break from glaring at Harry to glaring at Charlus, "Thanks for having me in the loop."
"So, if you three were working together, does that mean you are also in cahoots … with her?" Helena said.
"Another thing we are just learning about." Dorea casually interjected. Harry wondered if she would have the same reaction if he told her how Black, Greengrass, and Potter were part of a secret organization that was in direct conflict with Grindelwald and the Technocratic Union.
"It was a spur of a moment thing in which all of us were caught off guard." Harry said. "It was not a coordinated move on our part."
Dorea snorted at that, "What about America?"
"What about America?" Helena questioned, looking confused between the two.
"She is talking about the raid on the Giovanni manor which revealed a vampire coven hiding there. The coven was covertly helping Grindelwald by subterfuge actions to keep America out of the war long enough for Russia to capitulate." Harry said.
"Wait don't tell me-" Helena started but Harry interrupted her.
"Yes, we were behind it." Harry said, "Morrigan, Charlus, and I were behind the raid on the manor."
"Holy Merlin." Helena said, "Did you three kill all those people?"
"Yes." Harry said.
"Damn" Dorea said, the construct of nobility temporarily forgotten.
Harry stood up; this conversation was going in an entirely opposite direction. He needed to end this now.
"The fact of the matter is, I started neither this war nor raid." Harry said, "You Brits really need to drop you must be better than them act. I loved old man Dumbledore like my own grandfather – but he was dead wrong about this bullshit."
"Death isn't the answer." Helena quietly said.
"Au contraire my dear, for these jackals its precisely the right answer." Harry said, "If I stopped killing them, they take over the world. They took France. They are taking Russia. And now our number has come up. If they never started, I wouldn't have done so either."
The duo twitched nervously at that.
"I am just finishing what they started. Long story short, don't write cheques your ass can't cash." Harry finished, "I am not asking you to take to the field like Morrigan and I did. That would be unfair. You simply aren't trained for that environment."
Harry took an enchanted mirror and handed it to the two ladies, "All I am asking is you provide support and analysis whenever we run into magics that we can't brainstorm in the heat of battle."
"Dorea, you are the current best in Hogwarts when it comes to potions. We could use plenty of those on the outside." Harry said, "Helena, you are widely regarded as THE Ravenclaw prodigy. Best only by Riddle in the academic department. Your intellectual support could mean the difference between life and death out in the field."
"Somebody out there right now, is blackmailing me about stuff from my past." Harry said, "Even in the worse case scenario, I must go out and ensure that innocents are caught in the crossfire."
"You are talking about the muggle thing your parents were spying on?" Helena asked and Harry nodded.
"It could be them. It could be Grindelwald." Harry said, "I don't really know."
"No." Dorea stated sternly, "You are only a child. Worse, you are a boy. You are in over your head if you think you can or should deal with this. This is the kind of thing we have aurors to deal with. Don't let teenage angst ruin your life with injuries that not even magic can cure."
Harry chuckled drily, "What Aurors? If we go to the DMLE right now, we can have an entire quidditch match over there with how empty the department is." I would know since I am running an underground racket without any law enforcement went left unsaid.
Dorea shifted but Harry interrupted, "All the aurors are dead, Dorea."
It was time to play his trump card.
"Regardless, you can't avoid the war, Dorea. No matter what you do. If you are curious, ask the new Lord Arcturus Black about ECLIPSE." Harry said.
"Masking your scent is just as important as hiding your physical body, Morrigan." Harry said as he walked forward after dropping bombshells on the duo. He hoped that they would bounce back sooner rather than later. They might be students right now, but their lineage and talents would ensure they are powerbrokers of the future.
Morrigan's invisibility charm floated away to reveal a pondering Slytherin casually walking with him.
"Was it wise to tell outsiders of our antics?" Morrigan asked in parseltoungue as she walked with him.
"I needed them on my side. Its simply that." Harry said, "For that I needed them to trust me by telling them more about myself. Merlin only knows they have been incredibly patient so far."
"Its funny how you treat them with kid gloves. While those who have fought with you and saved your lives are threatened with life in Azkaban." Morrigan pouted, "What an unfair world."
"If you still need to be explained the difference between you two" Harry empathically tapped her on the shoulder, "You really should believe the world is unfair."
Morrigan's face shifted from playful to cold fury,
"Or perhaps I too should contact the aurors about the Martin fellow. I am sure they would enjoy that juicy morsel." Morrigan said, "If I am going down, you are going down with me."
"Do that. You might be disappointed in the results." Harry said, "Consider how many of your own people want you in jail with me."
Morrigan didn't reply.
"I am very content about going to jail and then coming back to live a normal life. You on the other hand, will never survive a day in mediocrity." Harry snarled at her, "Having your wand and movements monitored 24 hours, 7 days a week. Being rejected by high society. You won't last a single day, Morrigan."
The two stared at each other for a moment.
"I am not of this world, Morrigan. I only help because it's the right thing to do. It was never mine in the first place." Harry said, "So the next time around you decide on getting cute with me– either come in heavy or don't come at all."
He marched straight over to her and glared as she towered over him. Damn I wish she wasn't so tall, really spoils the mood here.
"Meanwhile, when I tell you to jump. The only reply I want to hear from you is "how high, Petrov?"" Harry said, "Got it?!"
Morrigan said nothing but walked away.
That's one devil he had under his control for now. One down, two more to go.
The Armor of Shadows
An armor set of unnatural blackness stood in front of him. The armor made it look like it actively ate most of the light falling on it and greedily let go a few rays. They said necessity was the mother of all inventions- he no longer had the invisibility cloak. His enemies had the leg up on him when it came to magic. As such, he had spent the past week in the chamber when OWL week had passed. For whatever its worth, he did study diligently for them and was sure he would score highly on them. Harry supposed it was his own way of honoring the man. That and he didn't want Helena and Dorea to worry too deeply about him. He did need to keep up appearances. He was sure that the duo knew there was far more to him than met the eye. Dorea most probably was farther along than Helena. He wondered how much Charlus had let slip to her. The daughter of House Black was crafty whereas Helena was knowledgeable. He doubted Charlus would last long under the full scope of her "interrogation".
None knew more than Morrigan of course. Bile bitterly rose in his throat as he thought about her. With Britain instituting conscription, he highly doubted that the ministry would send a witch of her capable talents to Azkaban. She most likely would weasel out a plea bargain – military service in exchange for unconditional pardon. Not even the goodwill he had accumulated with Gloria Bones would be able to lock her up. Not that Harry intended to let her know about that. They still had ways to go. People like her only tended to respect strength and strength alone.
Morrigan had ventured into the chamber time to time to spy on him. He snorted at her shenanigans. It's not like he was actively trying to hide from her on her own turf. He merely needed space to work with spells and materials that would be frowned upon by the general Hogwarts populace. He finished casting the last of the enchantments on the armor, his nascent grimoire floated around him for quick reference. The auto-quill diligently took notes whenever he wanted something marked down for review later.
The armor was a blend of stealth and combat. It had dark colored acromantula web entwined in it, courtesy of Rubeus Hagrid, to shun away light. Furthermore, werewolf leather sourced via the Hag amounted for much of the material. The magical properties of the material made it useful for resisting spell fire to a reasonable degree. He just wished that the Hag had taken care to clean the blood from the leather. In an earlier age, it would have made him queasy imagining the process of sourcing such goods. It was irrelevant now. The enemy had no qualms about such things, it was time to deliver them a taste of their own medicine. First, he would find the son of a bitch who was masquerading as his old chum, Ron. With a final incantation, the runes engraved on the suit glowed and it was ready. Morrigan watched silently from underneath Nargulith's slumbering bulk.
The armor was part robes and part protection. Padding lay over the knee and elbow joints for added protection. The bladed gauntlets would provide support if he was ever in a close-up scrap. Overall, it was covered by a cloak like the invisibility cloak he had earlier. With a final nod of approval, he left the chamber. Morrigan followed behind him, intent on joining him in the mission for whatever reason.
The Bait
The ginger boy stoically sat on the bench. Many a passersby gave him the occasional odd look but marched on. Some tried to approach him but the resolutely ignored them. It was as if he wasn't even breathing or conscious. He simply sat there. A few cops when not dealing with the requirements of the war tried to get a statement from him.
But the moment they approached him, they immediately remembered an urgent task they had to perform. As soon as the citizens tried to remember the boy, they found their memories hazy to the point they couldn't even remember if the bench was even supposed to be there.
So, when another kid approached him with weird line of questioning, he too was conveniently ignored. Unfortunately for the ginger, the boy was equally determined to elicit a response.
"Shite weather we are having, huh?" The new kid said to the ginger.
The boy didn't respond and resolutely stared ahead.
"Not as bad as the Chudley's though." The boy continued, "I mean what were they thinking when hiring Finnigan as a chaser – the man couldn't hit a sleeping dragon from a centimeter away."
The ginger still didn't reply. The new kid pouted, defeated at the prospect of not being able to make a new friend.
"AH!" The kid shouted suddenly, "A spider! HUGE ONE! RUN!"
He scampered away in showy panic hoping the boy would follow him. He pouted again when he turned back and saw that despite a spider's presence – the ginger was unfazed. The kid didn't bother returning to the ginger and continued running away. When he was a safe space, he pulled at his ring and teleported directly in a safehouse they had "borrowed." The kid's masquerade melted away as Harry metamorphized to reveal his standard blonde form.
Morrigan looked at him and raised an expecting eyebrow. Dorea and Helena sat on the sides hunched over their respective workstations – still nervous over the prospect of using magic away from their safe spaces.
"Its not him." Harry said, "The real Ron was wickedly afraid of spiders."
"Arachnophobia" Helena chimed in from her position. Morrigan rolled her eyes and Harry continued.
"The better question is, who is it and what is their plan?" Harry said.
"Could it be the muggles again? They did face setbacks when I saved your life." Morrigan said.
"Did what now?" Dorea interrupted her but Harry and Morrigan ignored her.
"Revenge?" Harry questioned.
"It would make sense, no? Their electrical abomination was badly damaged that day, no?" Morrigan said. Harry pondered that. While Ron did look weird, there wasn't the mechanical element to him.
"We could go out and scout again?" Helena offered.
"No" Harry immediately shot down the idea. Helena protested but he stood resolute, "You lot are still under the trace. Any magic in muggle environment right now will be bad for business."
"So, what happens now?" Dorea said.
Harry pulled out two snitches and looked at Morrigan, "Aerial tracking."
"The snitches have been flying for almost an hour." Helena groaned.
"Hush now. Even if it's a construct, muggle or magic, somebody must check up on it sooner or later." Dorea whispered, "That's when we sink our tendrils in them."
"Right." Helena said.
They both stared at the scrying mirror that Helena had connected with the mirror for real time monitoring.
"She is right though." Morrigan commented, "Curfew timings have been shortened. We need to get back to Hogwarts soon before people realize the Black heiress is missing."
"You are a prefect. Any chance you can convince them we were serving detention with you or something?" Harry asked.
"Only to a certain limit. This is far exceeding it." Morrigan said and Harry nodded.
"We have something." Helena suddenly exclaimed.
"See the woman headed up there?" Helena said as everyone gathered around her. "She just dropped a package near the boy, and he got up and drank from it."
"WAND!" Helena yelled from across the room, "Wand spotted. She is a witch! Not a muggle!"
"We need to get to her now." Harry said already prepping to leave and Morrigan followed suit.
Put the potion. Get out. Put the potion. Get out. Red repeatedly chanted to herself as she marched on. She was not a field operative. Far from it actually she preferred the sterility of the lab to the chaos of the field. But this was a special request in dire circumstances when Lord Grindelwald's forces were spread thin.
They had ordered her to transfigure a golem into an exact replica of a boy she didn't know. Unfortunately, their intended target was taking its sweet time in taking the bait. This required frequent potion drops to him to maintain the façade. Also, she had to erect spells to protect against the muggles.
Sigh, do muggles have to be so filthy? She moaned internally. The smog from factories working in overdrive and pollution in the Thames made even a simple walk a strenuous affair. She discreetly pulled out her wand to cast a bubble charm when she suddenly found her wand ripped from her. Before she could turn around to face her attackers a voice yelled
"Petrificus Totalus!" Agent Red stiffened and felt a hood placed on her, darkening her world view in an instant.
A moment when she awoke, a boy and a girl glared down at her whom she hadn't met.
"We are wasting precious time here. Your way will take too long. Let me deal with her instead." The girl said to the boy.
"She's right." Another girl's voice spoke, "Shove the green bottle down her throat. That should loosen her tongue."
"Do it." The boy said and the girl wasted no time. She felt her mouth pry open, and a think liquid being forced down. She tried to spit it out, but the angle and the boy's grip ensured she couldn't do any such thing. A sudden bout of grogginess and light headedness assaulted her as she felt her occlumency shields weaken to nothingness.
"Legilimens!" The first girl shouted, and Agent Red felt her mind tearing apart as all her secrets were laid bare.
"We have it." She said Agent Red lost consciousness at that point.
"I have the location." Morrigan said as she pulled out of Agent Red's mind, "Harry, direct the snitches three blocks over. It's the red house near the postbox."
Harry nodded and focused as the snitches raced over the night sky until the display came on the screen. Helena gave a thumbs up as she looked over the house.
"What about her?" Dorea pointed at Red, "She is still alive."
Morrigan snorted at that, "What about her? She is an enemy and this war. We all know what needs to be done."
Morrigan raised her wand at her, but Helena interjected, "She has no wand! She is defenseless."
"That's because we made her that way, girl. Use your brains." Morrigan said, "Do you have any idea what Grindelwald does to captured enemies? This is a mercy in comparison."
Morrigan turned towards Harry and said, "If anything it should be you who should be making the judgement. It is your operation after all. Render your judgement, team lead."
Helena desperately looked at Dorea and Harry to back her up but found no solace. Harry was starting at Morrigan while Dorea looked away in anger before surprising everyone.
"She is right, Harry." Dorea said, "She is an enemy. Whatever you decide, I am with you…"
Harry didn't respond to her, still staring at Morrigan.
"If you won't I will do it." Morrigan said and pointed her stolen wand once again at her.
"No." Harry said and marched up to the captive. He stared down at her. She was an old woman. Probably around Mrs. Figg's age. As he stared down at her he pondered what brought her to this point? What was it in her life that forced her to throw her lot in with a foreign warlord to capture a teenager.
He was getting off track. He needed to focus here. This was an agent of Grindelwald who in the last week had brought untold misery to him. He remembered the torn and mutilated body of Henri Potter. How they had been forced into a close casket funeral for him. How distraught Dorea had been when learning of her father's death. The crying twins Greengrass twins as they were told of their father's demise.
Above all, Dumbledore. Harry felt an immense volcano of hate erupt in his heart. His tortured magical core groaned in agony as he forcibly summoned magic through it. This would damage him significantly and put him in bed for a while – but he didn't care. He leveled the wand at the agent's temple.
Please no! Not Harry! Anything but him!
Stand aside, girl! Stand aside!
Avada Kadavra! Harry shouted as a green light emitted from his wand and the agent went limp.
He paused for a moment as his brain went haywire. This felt good. This felt great! The rush of power – this was better than any food, quidditch match, or girl he had been with. He turned his eyes to see Morrigan grinning impishly at him while Dorea stared at him with a solemn face. The two nodded to each other before the three left their safehouse towards the enemy's location.
There would be a lot more killing before this night was over. He tossed Agent Red's wand to
He needed to be ready for the challenge.
Like wolves marching to feast, the trio of Harry, Dorea, and Morrigan approached the house in wide arc. Dorea was quick to act without any prompting. She raised Red's wand and started to raise wards around the premises. No doubt the thugs inside were already getting paranoid over Red's absence. But they wouldn't escape.
Dorea waved her wand and proceeded to raise anti-apparation and portkey wards over a long circumference around them. She then also raised several anti-muggles and notice-me-not charms around them. When she was done, she turned towards them, nodded in affirmation and glanced at the house.
"You can't possibly be thinking of storming the house like that. Who knows what traps they have set in there." Dorea said.
Harry smirked at that, all veneer of civility slowly vanishing at the excitement of the upcoming battle. When had he become like this?
"We are Slytherins, Dorea. We don't fight the enemy on any terms but our own." Harry said.
"And when we don't have them, we make our own." Morrigan chimed in.
"Now, its time for you to leave. You have raised a magnificent set of wards – we can't thank you enough." Harry said. Dorea looked at him for a solid second before nodding and jogging back to the safehouse.
Harry didn't wait to ask Morrigan and pulled out a bag containing the ol' reliable rage enhanced crystal. Dumbledore's death had sent him in a dark place. Not content to mop around like the old Harry – he had gone to work on his alchemy.
He gently picked out a heavily vibrating crystal. The jellie-like liquid inside alchemically transformed into a sticky material and filled with emotion, rage, lashed out angrily at its crystal prison. Harry swung his arm in a few practice swings before tossing the crystal at the house. The crystal exploded without a sound and a wide flaming arc emerged before it transformed into a worm-like figure and burrowed itself in the house via the chimney.
Harry watched in pride as the worm went into the house and the house became lit from the inside. The fire literally and forcibly attached itself to anything that it came into contact with, making it incredibly difficult to remove. Soon massive screams started coming from inside the house as the fire burrowed deeper. Their panic was exacerbated by the fact that they couldn't magically go away from this sudden hell.
Mages tore through the house with reductor and such, screaming in agony as Harry's fire licked at their charred flesh. It was Morrigan's turn to shine as she too showed off her new spells, "Nox Fulgur!"
A sudden darkness enveloped the area as the mages scrambled in fear. Some tried to chant "lumos", but it was no use. They fired a few spells through the pitch black but hit nothing of value. Only Harry and Morrigan had an idea of where they were.
"The grey one is their leader. Keep him alive. Kill the rest." Morrigan whispered in parseltoungue. She waved her wand in a swish and a giant snake materialized infront of her, "Nagini, hunt!"
The massive blueish anaconda proceeded to immediately slither towards the target. Harry pushed off his own robes to reveal the new shadow armor he had on. He winced as he realized he still hadn't made a helm, oh well that's for the next time.
He grinned as he wiggled his fingers and claws at his gauntlets responded in kind.
The hunt was on!
"WHERE THEY FUCK ARE THEY!" Grindelwald's men screamed in panic as they cast every spell, they knew to dispel the darkness.
"I don't care Mckinsey!" The grey robed yelled back, "Just get us the hell out of here! Todd, take guard behind us while I take point!"
"Ok!" Todd shouted back.
Mckinsey could have sworn on Morgana, Merlin, Hekati, and Thoth that he saw a massive snake slithering in the dark and squeezing Botez to death. He didn't care. He just needed to get out of here. The dark was getting to him and making him see things he didn't want to.
Meanwhile Harry lunged towards Todd who had foolishly separated from the group in confusion. As if Todd sensed someone approaching him, he leveled his wand in Harry's general direction, but it was too late. Harry was in striking range. He lashed out with a clawed hand at Todd's wand arm and deeply wounded it. Todd yelled in pain as he was forced to drop his wand. Two stunners raced towards him, but he was already gone. The only sound around was Todd's painfilled shrieks.
"Todd!" Mckinsey shouted, giving away his location as Harry's locked onto his faint magical signature. Harry pulled out his wand and fired a stunner at him and immediately lept away from his location and raced to flank Mckinsey. Predictably, Mckinsey raised a shield towards the stunner leaving his back exposed. Harry wasted no time plunging the claws deep into shoulders and dragging them in a vicious ark. Mckinsey fell shrieking into a pool of his own blood. However, Harry couldn't celebrate his victory just yet, grey robe let loose a powerful force of magic that slammed into Harry and made his bones creak.
Harry grunted as the werewolf hide absorbed most of the damage but still the pain was strong. He saw a grey robe preparing for another spell. He wouldn't be able to dodge in time. He let loose another flask from his belt and eagerly gulped the Edurus potion. The spell slammed into him harder and from the piercing damaging he knew it was a cutting curse that erred on the darker side of magic. His potion immediately wore off as it took the brunt of a spell and left Harry's armor to absorb some of the damage. The man too seemed worse for wear as Harry could hear him breathing deeply. Harry didn't make a single sound as he used Rupert drilled stealth skill to tip toe away from the spot. Let grey robe think he was dead.
Harry unlocked another flask and threw it towards the man. Suddenly, a piercing shriek shattered the stillness, resonating deep within his bones like a primal echo from the abyss. His senses reeled, overwhelmed by the sheer terror of the noise. A sound that no creature had a right to make. Grey robes clutched at his ears, but the sound still tore through him. As he was busy, Harry simply walked up to him, wand in tow, "Stupefy!"
Grey robes fell like a ton of bricks.
Hogwarts
Chamber of Secrets
After their attack, none of them had looked each other much in the eyes. The enormity of what they had done stood on them quite heavily. Helena had simply mumbled about being tired, early morning assignment, and shower. Dorea had walked off to the common room without a word.
He crouched against a wall. His muscles tightened and throat constricted. He wanted to cry but refused to do so.
Those bastards deserved what they got! They don't deserve a single tear from me. Harry thought to himself. But the haunted looks on Dorea and Helena and the shrieks of the agents threatened to overwhelm him. He got up and paced around the chamber. Finding solace in the darkness that surrounded him. He needed to think. He needed to walk. He had all this pent-up anxiety that threatened to choke him.
Harry heard footsteps approaching and immediately jumped toward the sound wand in hand. Morrigan seemed unfazed as she walked towards him with small smile, her pale skin glowing like the moon under the orbs' light. She tugged her robe and threw it away, grabbed his face. Harry gasped at her actions and Morrigan pounced, embracing him in a ferocious kiss as she leaned above him. Harry, stunned, soon gave into his overwhelming primal instincts, and wrapped his arms around his waist. The two rolled on the floor, with them swapping sides on the ground.
The silent form of Nargulith kept slumbering above them just like it always did. None will know what they had done. Not until the dagger was right at Grindelwald's throat. Grey could wait. Morning, that's when he would interrogate him about how they knew Ron Weasley. For now, he needed Morrigan.
Fin.
Author Notes: Thank you for making it this far into the story. Thank you so much for reading it. Please don't forget to review review review. I really love reading what y'all think about the story. So review! Will Harry succeed in keeping Morrigan away with her ever-evolving tactics or will Dorea and Helena break first and abandon Harry? What really was Ronald Weasley in the first place? find out on the next episode of The Serpent Shedding The Skin!
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