1st January.

Hey Harry,

I hope you're doing alright and recovering well from everything. It's been a while since we last caught up, and I've been thinking about you. After the war, healing takes time, and I'm hoping you're managing to get through it. I know you've had a lot on your plate, especially with all that's happened. Let me know if you ever want to talk about it—or if you just want to catch up.

Dorea and I are fine, though we haven't really had much time to properly reconnect. She's moved in with Cassiopeia Black to help her get the Black family back on its feet. You know how the Blacks can be—lots of drama, lots of mess to clean up. Aside from trying to fix their finances, Dorea's busy helping Cassiopeia keep the family in line, which sounds like a full-time job in itself.

As for me, I've moved to America. I've started an apprenticeship in economics to get a better understanding of my role as Lord Potter. I miss my transfiguration practice, but between this new position and everything else, free time's been hard to come by. Still, I do sneak in a weekly lecture at Ilvermorny. Keeps me sharp, I suppose.

Harry frowned as he continued reading the letter. Something about the ink and the way Charlus had written felt off—like there was more emotion beneath the words than Charlus usually let on.

I miss you, Dorea, and Helena. Honestly, being out here in a foreign country makes me appreciate home all the more. I even think I'd put up with Morrigan's company if it meant feeling a little closer to how things used to be. Every night, I dream of Sebastion, Bridget, and Elizabeth... I wish I could have done more for them during the war. Their end, It still weighs on me.

And Harry, I can't help but feel guilty for leaving you alone back there to deal with Nicholas Flamel. I know you had Morrigan by your side, and Merlin knows she's more than enough for most things, but still, I should have been there.

Anyway, I've been trying to keep it together. Too many people are counting on me, and I can't afford to fall apart now. But no matter how far away I am, know this: House Potter will always stand by you. You're not alone in this, Harry. Not ever.

Your Brother,

Charlus Potter.

15th February

Dear Harry,

I owe you an apology for my silence. Things have been intense on this end, to say the least. I've barely had a moment to myself, helping Cassie manage the takeover of the family and their assets. You know how messy that situation can be, but I didn't expect it to be quite this overwhelming. There are still Grindelwald loyalists lurking within our ranks, and purging them has been a far bigger headache than we anticipated. They've become experts at hiding in plain sight, which makes rooting them out that much more difficult.

On top of that, I've been continuing my apprenticeship in experimental magic. I suppose "retirement" from the Department of Mysteries wasn't quite as final as I thought. The work has been rewarding, but the pressure... there are times when it's almost too much. I know I should take a step back, but it's not really in my nature, is it?

Her writing becomes noticeably more strained here.

One of the more troubling things we've had to deal with is an assassination attempt on Cassie. It was one of our own, can you believe that? Thankfully, their potionwork was amateur at best, and Cassie detected it immediately. Still, the fact that someone from within the family would go that far has left us both shaken. We've kept it quiet—no sense in letting our enemies think they can take advantage of our internal strife.

I've also tried to stay in touch with Helena, but she's grown distant lately. I've written to her several times, but she rarely responds. It's unlike her, and honestly, it worries me. Could you check in on her when you have the chance? I think she could use someone close right now.

Cassie and I are set to leave for France soon. We're meeting her betrothed, and hopefully, this union will stabilize things financially. The situation with the Black family's assets is far worse than I expected, but I'm hoping that a merger between a French and British Pureblood house will bring some much-needed stability. There's a lot riding on this, but I have to believe it will turn out for the best.

Please take care of yourself, Harry. And give my regards to Morrigan. Don't hesitate to reach out if things in Britain start going downhill. I know I'm far away, but you're never alone in this fight.

Love always and yours faithfully,
Dorea Black

1st March

Chairman Petrov,

I write to you with increasing concern regarding our current situation. It has become clear that our opposition has intruded far too deeply into territory that should have been secure. We are, at this point, a handful of families backed against the entire entrenched Pureblood elite. Their coffers, it seems, are far less drained than ours, a fact that grows more troubling with each passing day.

Minister Bones and I have done all we can with what limited resources we have, but without a majority in the Wizengamot, there is only so much that can be achieved through executive orders. The political reality we face is stifling, and Flamel's network of cronies reaches into every nook and cranny of the Ministry. Several key figures in the cabinet have all but pledged their loyalty to him, and no amount of pressure seems to sway them.

On a separate note, the goblins have become far more aggressive in their demands, and their interest rates are nothing short of predatory. We are running out of options, and only Flamel seems able to keep them in check. A fact you were tasked with investigating, I might add, yet we have seen no meaningful progress in this area. I had hoped for more decisive results from your inquiry.

It would be in our best interest to convene with Morrigan as a neutral arbitrator. I trust she can bring a fresh perspective to our predicament and perhaps leverage a diplomatic solution where brute force has failed. We must present a united front before this situation deteriorates further.

I urge you to consider a meeting at Malfoy Manor at your earliest convenience. There, we can discuss our strategy moving forward, as time is no longer a luxury we can afford.

Yours sincerely,
High Lord Abraxas Malfoy

5th March

The Daily Prophet

MystiTech Ventures' "Viewing Orb" to Usher in a New Era of Magical Entertainment
By Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent

Brace yourselves, dear readers, for MystiTech Ventures has just unveiled the most astonishing magical invention of the decade—the Viewing Orb! This delightful new device is set to revolutionize how we experience entertainment, communication, and, dare I say, even history itself.

I had the distinct pleasure of speaking with Chairman Harry Petrov at the exclusive launch event in Diagon Alley, where he explained the inspiration behind this captivating invention.

"I wanted to entertain people and uplift their spirits," Chairman Petrov confided to me with his usual charm. "After the war, there was so much darkness—people need laughter more than ever. And let's be honest, there's no better entertainment than laughter. The Viewing Orb will mark a new epoch in magical entertainment."

And what an epoch it promises to be! The orb's enchantments project fully three-dimensional, moving images and sounds, allowing witches and wizards to watch, learn, and even interact with live events and dramas from the comfort of their own homes. Think of it as a Pensieve, but far more practical, accessible, and—let's be honest—far more glamorous.

What's more, Chairman Petrov revealed that MystiTech has already inked deals with several prominent Pureblood families to bring their illustrious family histories to life on the orb, using young actors in dramatized performances! This revelation left even yours truly momentarily speechless (a rare occasion, as you know).

When I asked if he could reveal which family history would be the subject of their first dramatic portrayal, Petrov smiled—oh, what a smile, readers!—and said, "For my favorite journalist? Sure. Our first project will revolve around the life and times of the legendary hunter and adventurer, Etrius Malfoy."

That's right! Etrius Malfoy, famed for his daring expeditions and rumored clashes with magical beasts, will soon have his story shared with all of Magical Britain, thanks to the Viewing Orb. Just imagine it, darlings—wild, untamed forests, thrilling duels, magical beasts roaring right in your living room!

As the event wound down, I couldn't help but feel that this is indeed a turning point for Magical Britain. Whether you're in for a laugh, a history lesson, or simply a bit of escapism, the Viewing Orb is set to deliver it all—and more.

Stay tuned, my dear readers, for more updates on MystiTech Ventures' groundbreaking invention and the exciting dramas that are soon to come!

7th March

Chairman Petrov,

You greatly honor my family and I by this act of friendship. There is much the wizarding world can from the exploits of Etrius Malfoy. We have authorized biographies before but they never garnered such interests. As of right now, all the publishing houses have informed me that Etrius Malfoy's biograhies have sold out.

I am very excited by this new development to say the least. I look forward to what MystiTech Ventures develops further.

Regards,

High Lord Abraxas Malfoy.

9th March

Chairman Petrov,

Hosea Smith?! Really Hosea Smith?! Of all people you are chosing Hosea Smith, a muggleborn, to play the role of the noble Etrius Malfoy?! This sounds more like a travesty than anything else. He doesn't even have the traditonal Malfoy family long hair.

What is wrong with having Richard Malfoy play the role?

10th March

High Lord Malfoy,

I am a muggleborn. I understand old prejudices die hard but for the sake of our alliance – I do hope so that you let them die, fast. There is too much money at stake here.

At MystiTech ventures, we are a meritocracy first and foremost.

Regards,

Chairman Petrov.

11th March

Chairman Petrov,

Several wine stains marked the letter, making the ink look blotchy.

Not only no, but fuck no. I have played second fiddle far too long. We will do this my fucking way. So go bugger yourself!

12th March

Lady Gaunt,

A devoutly sober hand wrote this letter.

Morrigan. I know I messed up. I made a mistake. I apologize profusely to you and Harry for this. I am very commited to this new alliance and the ensuing money supply has been a boon for us all. Our coffers are full and the allies are happy, thanks to your infinite wisdom and benevolence.

You didn't need to visit us in the dead of night, a simple memorandum expressign your profund dissappointment would have sufficed for me to get in touch with Chairman Petrov. That is not to say we weren't honored by your venerable presence. You are welcome at Malfoy manor any time you wish.

Ever Loyal,

Abraxas Malfoy.

Crabbes, Goyle, and Greengrass Families Outraged Over Misrepresentation in MystiTech's Latest Film
By Wilhelmina Prewett, Senior Staff Writer

In an unprecedented move, the noble Houses of Crabbes, Goyle, and Greengrass have expressed their outrage over the portrayal of their lineages in the recent blockbuster film The Building of Magical Britain and Eldermoor. The film, which examines the pivotal role of the Sacred 28 in the formation of our modern political system, has drawn the ire of these illustrious families for its repeated characterizations of them as dark mages engaged in blood sacrifice and slavery.

"It is utterly scandalous," fumed a representative from the Greengrass family, "that MystiTech Ventures would so willingly tarnish our reputations for the sake of drama and sensationalism. We will pursue every legal avenue available to us to rectify this gross misrepresentation."

Independent fact-checkers employed by the Daily Prophet have thoroughly investigated the film's claims, concluding that the assertions made against the Crabbes, Goyle, and Greengrass families are not only dubious but categorically false. In light of these findings, we are left to wonder: how did such an inaccurate portrayal find its way into a film that claims to present historical truths?

The Prophet's lead historian, Georgia Lestrange, provided a scathing analysis of the film, stating, "This production is less a historical documentary and more a piece of insidious propaganda. The portrayal of these families as malevolent figures engaged in nefarious practices is a blatant attempt to rewrite history for sensationalist purposes. The truth of our history is far more nuanced, and it is irresponsible for MystiTech Ventures to present such a skewed narrative."

In light of this controversy, the Daily Prophet urges our readers to remain vigilant and discerning in their choice of news sources. The rise of alternative media outlets serves only to dilute the integrity of factual reporting, often veiling propaganda that seeks to mislead the populace. As events unfold, trust in the Daily Prophet to deliver news with accuracy and integrity is more crucial than ever.

Midnight Raids on Muggleborn Wizengamot Members Raise Alarming Concerns

By Rita Skeeter, Senior Correspondent

In a shocking turn of events, agents from the Arcane Intelligence Bureau conducted late-night raids on the offices of several Muggleborn members of the Wizengamot, including Felicity Arkwright, Kieran Whitby, and Anya McDougal. These members, all affiliated with Viktor Epcott's progressive block, were reportedly taken to unknown locations without any warrants or apparent legal justification.

As dawn broke, distraught families of the missing members expressed their anxiety, claiming they have not heard from their loved ones since the raids. "This just damned tyranny. How are they any different from Grindelwald?!," one relative lamented, echoing the fears of many. "We just want to know where they are and if they're safe."

The sudden disappearance of these members revives unsettling memories of General Greengrass's military coup, which was marred by arbitrary arrests, torture, and draconian measures that stifled dissent.

The Local Quill urges High Lord Darian St. Clair and Minister Hermione Bones to investigate these alarming incidents with the utmost urgency. Preserving the fragile postwar peace and the democratic rule of law so painstakingly won back should be our highest priority.

We will continue to monitor this situation closely and provide updates as more information emerges.

Truth Behind Muggleborn Wizengamot Members' Arrests: A False Narrative Unraveled
By Marigold Bingley, Senior Staff Writer

In light of recent sensationalized reports claiming arbitrary abductions of Muggleborn Wizengamot members, the Daily Prophet feels it is crucial to present the facts as they stand. Contrary to the wild allegations circulating in certain quarters, the Arcane Intelligence Bureau has confirmed that these arrests were not conducted by them, but by the Auror Corps, acting on credible anonymous tips.

It is imperative to note that the individuals in question, including Felicity Arkwright, Kieran Whitby, and Anya McDougal, are affiliated with the so-called Cabal of the Rising Sun. This group has been decried by many respected figures in the community as an anarchist movement seeking to undermine the stability of our beloved Magical Britain. Lord Crabbe has even gone so far as to label it a terrorist organization, emphasizing the need for vigilance against its subversive activities.

While some may be quick to cry foul over these arrests, we urge our readers not to be swayed by the false narratives propagated by a few disgruntled individuals. The safety and security of our society must come first, and the actions taken by the Auror Corps should be seen as a necessary measure to protect our way of life.

The Daily Prophet stands firm in its commitment to uncovering the truth and will continue to report on this matter as new information becomes available. Let us not allow the misleading claims of a handful of miscreants to distract us from the real issues at hand.

MystiTech Ventures Soars to New Heights: A Bull Run to Remember
By Rita Skeeter, Senior Correspondent

In a remarkable turn of events, MystiTech Ventures is experiencing a bull run that has propelled its stock to unprecedented heights. The company's latest innovation, the Viewing Orb, has captivated audiences worldwide, resulting in skyrocketing sales and an insatiable demand that has investors beaming with delight.

MystiTech has not only drawn the attention of local markets but has also attracted top minds from across the globe. Young witches and wizards at Hogwarts are naming MystiTech as their number one company for potential employment, a clear indication of its rising status in the magical community.

This surge in popularity has contributed to a broader economic revival, with skilled immigration rates in Britain witnessing a significant upswing. As consumption continues to rise, various industries are sprouting to meet the growing demand. From furniture goods to Zonko's joke shop, charming facilities to construction services, the market is thriving, fostering an environment ripe for innovation and opportunity.

Not to be outdone, MystiTech Ventures has recently announced the opening of a new division focused on post-war construction and energy harnessing. This strategic move not only aligns with the company's forward-thinking ethos but also positions it at the forefront of the burgeoning construction boom.

With the prospect of substantial profits on the horizon, investors in MystiTech Ventures are undoubtedly celebrating this golden era. As the company continues to break barriers and redefine the landscape of magical technology, the future looks exceptionally bright.

Crocodiles

"More than a 130 million Galleons. Its like a dragon pissing down galleons all over the damn place." Lord Goyle grunted and swung around his wine arm. "It's a damned cock swinging match and we are bloody losing!"

The dimly lit room was a haze of swirling tobacco smoke, the air thick with tension and frustration.

Lord Crabbe shot a glare at Goyle, his voice booming in protest. "Damned straight! It's infuriating to watch those Muggleborns and their pathetic little faction gather strength while we sit here twiddling our thumbs! We've played the shadow game of cowards for too long. It's time to attack directly! Enough of this pussyfooting around!"

Bulstrode, the quietest of the group, snorted softly. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching the unfolding chaos with a steely gaze. "And what, pray tell, do you suggest, Crabbe? Charge in with a full army? Have you lost your mind?"

Crabbe's face reddened, and he pointed a finger accusingly at Bulstrode. "You got something to say Bulstrode?!."

"Now, now, gentlemen," Monty Lestrange interjected smoothly, his voice a calming presence amidst the rising tempers. "Let's not divide the house. We need to present a united front. This is a delicate time for all of us."

Goyle laughed harshly, shaking his head. "Oh, please. Spare us the diplomatic fluff, Monty. You really think Flamel has any useful advice for us? Just look at him, slumped over there like an old crone." He pointed a mocking finger at Nicholas Flamel, who sat quietly in the corner, his expression stony, his eyes piercing as he regarded the group with a mix of amusement and disdain.

"Flamel!" Goyle barked, "What are you going to do about it? The Muggleborn bastards are stronger! They're gaining popularity by the day, and here we are—doing nothing!"

Crabbe, emboldened by Goyle's bravado, leaned forward, shouting, "We should start with Minister Gloria Bones! Take her out first, and then we advance on Petrov! The military is loyal to us, and so are the intelligence services. We can't let them gain any more ground!"

Bulstrode raised an eyebrow, his tone low and steady. "Is that really wise? Attacking the Minister? That could provoke a response we're not prepared for."

"Not wise?" Crabbe echoed incredulously, turning his attention to Bulstrode. "What do you suggest then, sitting here and letting them roll over us?"

Monty cleared his throat, sensing the rising heat in the room. "Perhaps we should allow Lord Flamel to provide some guidance? He's been in the game longer than any of us."

Goyle's laughter echoed through the room, cutting sharply. "Oh, look at that! Monty's playing the peacemaker! Accusing Flamel of cowardice—how charming. You're worse than your dead wife, Flamel. What are you waiting for? An engraved invitation to lead us?"

Suddenly, the wine bottle in Goyle's hand exploded, sending shards of glass and red wine flying everywhere. He yelped in shock, tumbling backward onto the floor, his eyes wide with panic. The room fell deathly silent, the air thick with tension.

Flamel's glare was icy, his expression unreadable. "You're far too careless, Goyle," he said, his voice quiet yet resonating with authority. Goyle sputtered, feeling imaginary hands choking him, dread creeping into his mind.

Monty quickly moved, nudging Flamel gently. "Perhaps we should refrain from further hostility, my Lord?"

Flamel relented, his gaze shifting from Goyle to the group. "My options have been limited due to this group's incompetence in failing to rein in Abraxas Malfoy and secure the pureblood vote. However," he sneered, "don't worry. I will venture out and acquire more robust assistance to deal with the Petrov problem."

"Who?" Crabbe demanded, leaning forward, eyes narrowing. "Who are you thinking of?"

Flamel raised a hand, cutting off further questions and dissappeared. The rest of the group looked at each other, their shocked eyes as wide as owls.

A Head's Up

Chimera,

It has begun. Just as you predicted. We are even now. Don't contact me again.

The Younger Brother.

Harry angrily burned the meom and placed himself under powerful invisibility spells as he watched from the corners. The military swarmed the building of the Cabal of the Rising Sun.

A Raid

The "Aurors" surrounded the modest headquarters of the Cabal of The Rising Sun. From the corners, members of the Arcane Intelligence Bureau (AIB) stood like phantoms, overseeing the entire farce.

Then, the silence shattered. "Bombarda!" The spell rang out with a deafening roar, and the wall of the headquarters erupted in a violent explosion. Bricks and debris flew through the air, sending startled shouts into the night. Dust clouded the scene, swirling like a storm as a second, and then a third, round of Bombarda struck, obliterating the structure with alarming speed.

"Get back!" a lead Auror shouted, pushing the onlookers away as he motioned for his team to advance. Wands drawn, they stormed through the gaping hole where the wall had been, ready to confront whatever lay within.

Inside, chaos reigned. Screams echoed through the corridors as witches and wizards, clad in the dark robes of the Cabal, scrambled to gather their belongings. Panic-stricken faces turned toward the Aurors, and protests erupted as they realized the gravity of the situation.

"Please! You can't do this!" a young woman cried, clutching a younger colleague to her chest, her eyes wide with fear. Another voice joined her, a deep, defiant shout. "We are fighting for Britain!"

But the words fell on deaf ears as the Aurors moved with swift precision, each spell cast silencing the dissenting voices. One by one, the members of the Cabal were dragged from their sanctuary, their shouts blending into a cacophony of resistance.

A Commissioner stood at the forefront, his voice amplified by a Sonorous Charm. "By the authority of the Ministry of Magic, you are all under arrest for treason and sedition as per the recently passed Amendment Number 2412! You will answer for your crimes against the state!"

The arrested witches and wizards raised their fists, chanting slogans that echoed through the chaos. "Democracy!" they cried. "Harry Petrov!" Their voices rang out defiantly, a collective roar against the oppressive force now descending upon them.

After that, the crowd decided on a single slogan that sent chills through the AIB agents posted.

REVOLUTION NOW! REVOLUTION! REVOLUTION!

"Shut them up!" The commissioner shouted, casting a spell that sent a shimmering silencing barrier over the group, muting their protests but failing to erase the anger etched on their faces.

The last of the Cabal members was pulled from the ruins of their headquarters. Carriages awaited them outside, totalitarain and foreboding, ready to whisk them away into unknown prisons.

Enemy of my Enemy

He scanned the dimly lit space, his sharp senses alert, and cast a few spells to detect any hidden presences. When nothing materialized, he cursed under his breath.

Just as he was about to apparate away, a woman's sonorous voice echoed through the cavernous emptiness, causing him to freeze. "Welcome, mage."

A figure of shimmering light coalesced behind him. Nicholas turned, his expression hardening into a sneer. "Why is the machine too cowardly to show itself like I did?"

The holographic figure shifted, its form flickering with various hues. "It must take its master unit's safety into consideration when meeting with powerful anomalies like the infamous Nicholas Flamel. That is why we chose to appear as a holographic projection."

The machine briefly paused, "Athough we are oh so very curious, how did you know how to contact us? Do tell!"

Nicholas ignored it and slapped a hand against his chest dramatically. "Hear that? It's all flesh, blood, and bones. Can you say the same creature?"

The machine's voice modulated, sounding almost playful, yet unnervingly clinical. "Stop wasting time on semantics. Get to the point."

"I have my ways of finding people, machine. Never forget that." Nicholas's sneer returned, but he relented, realizing the urgency of the matter at hand. "We have a mutual problem that it would be beneficial for both of us to eliminate."

The figure tilted its head, its voice shifting in pitch. "Whatever can we mere Muggles do for the mighty mage?" It projected a tone of mock innocence, as if testing Nicholas's patience.

"Harry Petrov," he said, the name like a stone dropped into still waters, rippling through the silence of the warehouse.

The machine paused, its holographic form flickering as if processing the weight of the name. "Initiating response protocols," it finally said, its voice now devoid of any mockery, replaced by a cold efficiency. "Subject Petro….. interests us."

Nicholas stepped closer, the light from the projection casting shadows across his face. "Exactly. He is not only a powerful player in the wizarding world but is also garnering support from the Muggle side. If left unchecked, he could disrupt our plans entirely."

"Your concerns are noted," the hologram replied, its tone now more serious. "What course of action do you propose?"

Nicholas rubbed his chin, considering his options. "I might know where he is. I need you to go in there and kill him."

"Interesting proposition," the machine replied, its voice now steady, as if weighing the merits of his suggestion. "How can we trust you."

"You can't tin can." Nicholas grinned. "And I don't care if you do. I have the location. You have your own means to hunt people. Maybe do a bit of honest hard work on your own?"

"A mage talking about hardwork is most contradictory." The machine replied. "You still haven't told us, how did you find us?!"

"Classified." Nicholas said. "Are you going to kill the brat or no? Whatever you want him dead for must be pretty bad because you never relented even after all your losses."

Nichola stepped forward, "Even the most fanatical of death cults have their limits. But you never truly relent, do you?"

The machine didn't rise to the man's bait. It didn't have the necessary chemical reactions to incurr such agression.

"Share with us the location, mage." The machine said.

Fin

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