This one took a bit longer than expected to get right. So this will be it until after surgery. If it's my last, which is possible, well ...not a bad way to finish. Optimistically, my lengthy absence in 2020 was caused also by not having my laptop and it was an emergency operation. This time I'll have it with me. And maybe I'll be writing while the surgeon is doing his cutting, the mind is a funny thing. Thanks for the good wishes everyone. See you on the flip side.

[a/n-1]From #102, Got a chuckle from the multiple interpretations as to why Harry passed out.

[a/n0]Last time polarbear20000 has a neat idea I'll develop post-surgery. And Hogwarts didn't get a cut, it was just a bit of bookkeeping and it's a bit of a preemptive strike in case our favorite Headmaster saw a reason to object.

[a/n]Deathmvp suggestion "Harry cast a Fidelius. Wizards and witches use a wand to cast spells"

Harry Does Different DXIVa

Fidelus Armageddon [Sacrifice III]

Clearly Harry was prescient, it took only a few months after the visit of Remus Lupin for another British wizard to show up at Midwestern Magical Academy. None other that Sirius Black. At the time, Harry was a considerable distance to the west acquiring supplies for the school. They did it the Muggle way, so he was driving …entirely legally… a completely full 18-wheel trailer. He'd learned he was obscenely rich, so this was a penance for his crime of murder, paying for what the school needed much of the time. Harry barely departed when the invasion occurred, so late in the day, he was greeted on his return by Principal Montes "Your generosity is always appreciated, Harry. I regret to tell you that your former home has once again intruded. Do not worry, no harm was done. The first ward stunned the intruder."

"Have you identified him or her, Roel?" the teen usually addressed the principal formally, but he was too annoyed.

Shaking his head, Montes answered "He approached Francis, wand drawn. Which is why he was stunned. And at first glance, he DOES resemble you. He yelled Harry as he fell. FYI, he lacks red hair. Though, even the one word betrayed his origin."

"Frank's alright?" was Harry's first concern, the boy was a couple years younger than him.

The Principal nodded "You helped update and power the wards, Harry. You know that. As for who our uninvited guest? I had no desire for a lengthy discussion. But…" he closed his eyes, briefly, still walking without missing a step "…at our current pace, he will have perhaps five minutes to consider his options."

"I do not wish to put anyone at risk. Not the school, or the monastery." Harry's tone was apologetic, but had an undercurrent of anger "It might be time to move on, Father."

They walked in silence for most of the way to the secured room, then squeezing the teen's shoulder, he replied "I truly wish you could forgive yourself, my son. God has …long since. You are not a bad man. Our script?"

Abcij

"Open the bloody door!" the protest was muffled, but still impressively loud.

Only Montes entered "The appropriate way to visit my school is to make an appointment and arrive at the appointed time."

"I can tell I have been kept unconscious almost six hours. Why? Where's my wand? Where is Harry?" the prisoner was in a panic. "And you look barely older than me. You? A Headmaster?"

He didn't exactly answer the question "We call them principals here. And you had a wand on my student. Consider yourself fortunate the ward got you before he did, or you would have been dead."

"I want my Godson!" the captive snapped.

Montes did not even blink at the wall where he knew Harry was, and countered coldly, "You are a long way from getting even my name. Are you smart enough that I need not ask? And drop the insolence, or I'll leave you here on bread and water for a month."

"I had near fifteen years of less. But then, I don't have a wand at the moment. I don't suppose I can stand?" he answered back, then sighed "I'm not noted for making good first impressions. Fine. Sirius Black. The unconvicted, but never tried, assumed betrayer of Lily and James Potter as well as multiple mass murderer. I think the total is forty."

What the principal replied with gave little back "The whole Voldemort thing back in the 70s. Didn't amount to much here. Other side of the planet, don'cha know?" A native Spanish speaker's British accent, especially when exaggerated, comes off unfunny.

"Now. Right. Where is Harry Potter?" Sirius was very impatient with the whole affair.

Having heard enough, he pushed the door open "Last I heard you were the dark dick's number one fucktoy."

"Mr. Potter." The Principal's tone was harsh.

The teen flinched "Sorry Father, forgot myself."

"Whoever this is IS NOT your father, Harry!" snapped Sirius.

Ignoring the protest, he demanded "So how did you find me? The only one who has was that idiot yelling he was looking for me all over the place."

"Remus Lupin is my friend. He was just misled by everyone else, convinced I'd betrayed your Mother and FATHER." He purposely emphasized the last word, glaring at the man "I did NOT. And finally cleared my name. It was Peter Pettigrew, our other friend in school. I was hosting the Weasleys when he finally got back. I want you to know, Harry, not one of them is considering coming after you. Maybe at first, but they unders - -"

The teen stormed over and backhanded the bound man across the face and roared "I TOLD THAT STUPID WEREWOLF I DID NOT AND DO NOT WANT FORGIVENESS! IT WASN'T FORGIVABLE!"

"Calm, my son." The principal placed a hand on his shoulder, then chuckled briefly "But I do find your foreknowledge all but miraculous. Some sign from God, do you think?"

Sirius decided he could correct these family errors later, and said "Harry, you came in as I was about to tell …him… in spite of what you heard I DID NOT betray your parents. I spent twelve years in Azkaban for the crime I didn't do."

"Then it sounds like you are looking for forgiveness for no reason from someone who doesn't want it for any reason." The comment was more an indictment of himself "But, if it is worth anything, apology accepted." Turning to Montes he said "Father, that's two of them now. I won't have them coming here, maybe actually hurting someone."

The principal sighed "I gave you my word. You have a place here, Harry, as long as I live. Do not fear, I'll not revisit your grief. Logically, however, even you leaving would not prevent the Englanders coming to seek you. Nor would sending this one out to the coyotes."

"After turning him into a roadrunner of course." It was the first trace of humor he'd shown, even if it was grim, or over the prisoner's head "I hate Dumbledore so much, but even him I will not kill. There is not another choice."

Sirius fought futilely against his bindings "He's a great man! Led us back in 1980."

"Last I heard, Britain owes its freedom to a kid in a crib." Harry sneered "Now, I'll tell you what I told your werewolf friend. I'm a murderer. I don't want anything to do with England. Unless it's a Weasley coming to kill me."

The fight went out of him "You're my Godson, Harry. I want to make up for when I wasn't there for you. Make things better for both of us. Pleeeeeeze! Come back with me."

"NO!" it was a grunt of frustration, he shoved his captive Godfather's chair over and stormed out of the room. And didn't return.

Abcij

Sirius Black and been an unwilling guest of Midwestern Magical Academy for almost a week. This was vastly different from his time in Azkaban as he was free to go where he wanted during the day. He was even free to talk to any of the students. But he had no access to his wand and there did seem to always be a teacher about. Notably NOT to be found was his Godson.

"At last Harry! Finally bumped into you!" he said, falsely cheerful. The expansive courtyard full of desert flora was oddly unpopulated.

The younger wizard shrugged "No, I sought you out now that my plans are in place. It is clear to me I will never be left alone unless I do something about it."

"So you know about the prophecy?" the older wizard asked "How? We only learned it from Albus a few months ago."

This was new, Harry allowed the change of subject "No, Mr. Black, fill me in."

"I'd really hope you'd call me Sirius, or Padfoot would be great." He put in hopefully.

Harry ignored it asking "Your prophecy?"

"Not much for exact words" Sirius sighed at the slight "but it was made before you were born and means that only you would wield the power to defeat Voldemort. Albus heard it."

After giving a half-hearted look around, he snapped "Goddamned old fucker! Father Montes will still find out, but it felt good. Well, that explains a lot. Pretty much my whole life, in fact. Don't bother with the details, did the thing actually say HARRY POTTER? I'm sure not. Well, doubt it'll be the way he fantasized it would be, but I've got a plan that'll get that done and get you outta my life once and for all."

"Harry please, I just want- -" Sirius began

Only to be cut off "Story of my life, what everyone else wants. Well no more. Should have no problem killing the dark dick after I take away his magic."

"That's impossible." Centuries of family history had taught him this "Magic is inborn. The purebloods would have us believe only in us and for us. But your Mum was one of the most powerful witches I knew."

Harry cracked a smile at the mention of Lily, only to force it away "You know the Fidelus Charm? It isn't just for places. I'm going to use the spell on the knowledge of Wandlore."

"What difference does that make?" asked Sirius, and continuing "I mean, I know how to use one, but only Ollivander makes them."

With a grim smile, the teen explained "There's still all that basic knowledge with each spell, how to wave it for effect. Without that, a wand is just a back scratcher."

"You can do that?" Sirius was deeply surprised "And no, I had no idea the charm could do that. Make Voldemort forget how to use magic?"

Harry clarified "No. it's still the same area type spell. So, since I have no clue exactly where your dark dick is in all England, I'm going to block the whole country's knowledge."

"How long would it last? We'd need to find him and kill him the old fashioned way, sword or such. And probably a hundred other things I haven't thought of yet." The Brit was trying to wrap his mind around it.

The exile gave a malicious smirk "I'll tell you the truth, Black, it took Father Montes to even make me tell you. I was going to lock it away forever in some biologically immortal creature and never let it comeback, but I'm making myself the secret keeper and I'm sending you back to England where you can tell the Weasleys, Hermione, and any ten people you want. NOT Snape or Dumbledore. I want them to die knowing they used to do magic but can't remember how."

"That's pretty heartless, Harry." Sirius was appalled by the ruthlessness his Godson was showing "Hundreds of Thousands of witches and wizards unable to use their powers. Forever? Even those not born? Planning to take over?"

Shrugging, Harry answered "The Dumbledore argument. That is when he's not throwing little kids into the path of dark dicks. No Mr. Black, powering this Fidelus will cost me my powers. I won't even be able to light a wand. So even if I had the desire to conquer your mostly brainless island I couldn't."

"Mostly?" the man was darkly amused. "But Harry, what can I do to make things right with you?"

The boy shrugged "If it helps, I forgive your absence in my life. Unlike your werewolf friend, he had no excuse for ignoring his so-called best friend's son. Only sent after me by HIS dark dick. And don't argue with me on that. What you can do to earn my trust is go back and comply with everything I said. Hermoine, the Weasleys, I leave anyone else to you. But I warn you: too many people, or Dumbledore or Snape, or Lupin and I'll cast the spell right then and you can wallow about with the rest of them. Clear?"

"I wonder who's actually the adult here." The whole conversation was horrifying, he fell back on humor "You might look just like James, but that moral outrage is pure Lily. Though I doubt she would consider the scale of what you are proposing."

The reference to his parents tugged at Harry's heart, and it showed "Make you a deal, Sirius, do right by me in this and I'll ask Father Montes to allow you back if you want. Hearing about my parents has appeal." Then the wall came back up "He'll start you on your way in the morning. I'm invoking the Fidelus five days to the second after you leave. Your group will need to be off the island before then."

Sirius watched his Godson depart without another word.

Abcij

What the former inmate was able to do, once off Britain, was inform Irish authorities in Dublin as to what was about to happen. They waited two full days after the deadline before portkeying, with Sirius, two members of their Auror force.

The first stop was the Ministry of Magic. It wasn't that anyone was mindless, they just didn't know what to do with themselves. First was a witch looking lost "I should be able to take this fireplace home. But something's missing. And I don't even know what."

"Try this, madam." The Irish Auror said in accented English, offering his wand.

The witch looked confused "Try what, sir? I don't see anything."

"Let me try." Sirius made a show of drawing his and twisting it about for display, then offered it butt first "How about this? What's your name?"

With a hesitant smile she answered "It's Eleanor, and sorry, both your hands are empty. Are you well? What do you see?"

"Ireland heard something might be wrong here." Sirius explained gently, this wasn't untrue "I was the nearest thing to an official they could find, so I joined in." then went back to topic "I'm holding something thin, about a foot long, made of wood. Ever seen anything like it before? See how I'm touching both ends? Twirling it? Can't bend it."

Eleanor shook her head, even reached out. Very much to the visitors' surprise, her hand passed unimpeded through where they saw his solid magical tool.

"No worries dear" Sirius patted her shoulder and nudged her in. Touching his wand to the brick, asked "Let's see if mine works. What's your address? We'll send you off."

She answered "85 Smurf Ct. Hogsmeade." And green flame engulfed her.

"Well, zat vas interesting." Offered the leading Irishman, his accent much heavier "You zee guide, Where to?"

Abcij

Dumbledore was deeply surprised when the Floo in his office flared "Sirius Black!? Sweet Merlin! What has happened? It seems like months since I last saw you. And who are your associates?"

"Just a scouting party, Albus." He was amazed that, while barely a month had past, the Headmaster looked double his actual age. Sirius had not seen him during his clandestine visit not a week prior "Aurors from Dublin. Magical contact was lost between here and the rest of the world three days ago. Can you tell me what's been going on?"

Waving him to a seat, the old man hobbled around his desk to his seat "Ahh, Sirius, an odd collection of unconnected phenomena. Many of us, not all, have some version of this. Obviously meant to hold something on one's person, yet nothing." Albus showed his wrist holster, which actually held a wand. He did not see it "I know there is a word I, and everyone I talk to, seems to not know. Irma also reports odd gaps on the library shelves. And, see here, why does one of Filius' texts skip from Chapter 12 to Chapter 14?"

"A question, if I may, Mugwump?" a Irishman asked "Do you recall the ingredients for the Boils Potion?"

Dumbledore chortled "But, of course, my boy. Dried nettles, snake fangs, horned slugs, porcupine quills though forgive my not knowing the number. I have not made it, likely, since before your grandfather was born."

"Sufficient sir." Bristling slightly at the condescension "How about the incantation for healing minor wounds?"

Frowning, not in thought but annoyance "I am not senile. Most everyone masters Episkey while still in school."

"Bear with me, sir. And what is the wand motion?"

Now, Dumbledore was radiating angry magic "If you have a question, ask it, boy. Do not mouth words to mock me."

"No Professor" Sirius interjected "It seems all of Britain is subject to a remarkable use of a powerful bit of magic. The Fidelus Charm was cast on the knowledge of; how to express this? Ahh …a needed magical tool… to cast spells."

Immediately, he leapt to "Voldemort did this! We must get the keeper to release the knowledge! Society cannot function this way!"

"Well Professor, you have the right idea, just the wrong side of the war." Sirius still did not believe it himself "I'm amazed, but this little trick was pulled by a particular young man with a grudge against Wizarding Britain, who wasn't particularly interested in anything we did. At least until we tried to pull him back in. Twice I might add."

Dumbledore knocked his teacup to the floor. In an instant, a House Elf appeared to vanish the mess. "Harry MUST be made to undo this-this atrocity!"

"He couldn't, even if he wanted to. Albus, he was so angry, and so determined to keep Britain away from his personal pain; he told me powering the spell would cost him his powers. Also that he planned to have knowledge of the keeper obiliviated from his mind." Sirius hoped that would ensure his Godson's privacy "His personal message to you is that he still hates you worse than himself for Ginny's death. On the plus side, albeit a small one. Voldemort is just as powerless as the rest of you."

Dumbledore jumped to a correct conclusion here "You still have your powers! You must deal with Voldemort however long this lasts!"

"It will not." Sirius assured him "Harry let me warn, well ten, but after I identified three more he allowed them too. And once we were off the island, cast the spell. He said he would know, and I don't doubt it. He threatened to let me suffer if I warned you, Snape or even Remus. As for Voldemort? I'm back to Ireland, good luck."

Slumping in his chair, the old man sighed "This is an action all out of proportion. To deprive a whole country, forever, of magic. The Muggles call that genocide, the worst of crimes."

"I might've done the same, Albus." Countered Sirius "But just to the Ministry itself. And …of course… dear Peter, especially if he was still a rat. Harry told me how he was alternately hero and villain depending on the time of day. By the whole population. Well, here's a freebie, the spell didn't affect anyone not on Britain when it was cast. Like, we three, for instance. Or even anyone not born yet. See? No one died, and all will be well. Two or three decades, anyway. Meanwhile, the western neighbors can handle things." He waved something the Headmaster did not see and vanished.