Summer Reflections and Future Plans
**Chapter : Summer Reflections and Future Plans**
**Alex’s POV**
The warm summer breeze whipped through my hair as I flew on my broom high above my home in America. It was one of those moments of solitude that I cherished, where I could let my mind wander freely without interruption. The clear sky stretched infinitely, and yet all I could think about were the storm clouds gathering on the horizon of the magical world. My actions had started setting things in motion—big things.
I’d been pondering the consequences of my encounter with Umbridge and the subtle chaos I’d unleashed at the Ministry. The Daily Prophet had been in a frenzy ever since the blackmail and documents had come to light. Illegal dealings, bribery, and human trafficking had been exposed, and some of the highest-ranking wizards in the Ministry were now under investigation. The public was outraged, and the ripple effect was far-reaching.
But it wasn’t just the exposure of the corruption. The Death Eaters within the Ministry were falling like dominoes. Lucius Malfoy, Avery, and Carrow were all implicated in the trafficking scandal. There had been mysterious deaths, too—death eaters quietly poisoned, their bodies discovered without much explanation. It wasn’t hard to guess who had orchestrated it, though. Umbridge, under my control, had carried out the orders I gave her, and the results were beginning to take effect.
For now, I was flying under the radar, but I couldn’t help but wonder how long that would last. I had placed my pieces on the chessboard, but there was still so much at stake. I wasn’t aiming to control the wizarding world outright—that was Harry's destiny. He was the one with the prophecy on his shoulders, and I was content to work from the shadows. Besides, the thought of ruling over a small group of magical people and dealing with their constant political squabbles didn’t appeal to me. Not when I knew there was a far greater threat looming from the Marvel side of this universe.
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**Harry’s Progress**
My correspondence with Harry had been reassuring. He was progressing faster than I’d expected, especially given the abuse he’d endured from the Dursleys. With the compulsion charm still in place, they were at least feeding him properly and leaving him alone while he studied. Harry had taken to the healing spells I’d sent him, and his ability to cast them wandlessly was a promising sign. He was still a kid, but there was potential in him. I would make sure he was strong enough to face what was coming.
Harry wasn’t just a pawn to me—he was crucial to the future of the magical world. But I knew my role. I didn’t need the spotlight. That would be Harry’s burden to bear. I would make him strong, build him up to be the leader everyone would look to, while I remained in the background, pulling strings and ensuring things went the right way.
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**Dealing with the Goblins**
Speaking of pulling strings, the goblins had been an interesting challenge. Greedy bastards, the lot of them, but they respected power and innovation. Ever since I’d sold them my magical postbox, they had been more cooperative. Their greed worked in my favor—they saw my inventions as valuable, and that was enough to ensure they stayed on friendly terms with me.
I still had to be careful, though. Goblins weren’t the kind to form genuine alliances. They would side with whoever offered them the most, and if anyone else came along with a better offer, they wouldn’t hesitate to switch sides. But for now, they were useful allies.
I had a communication session with one of their representatives yesterday. They were keen on expanding the postbox system further, integrating it into their business dealings across the magical world. I agreed, but only on the condition that they maintained the patents under my name. There was no way I’d let them cut me out of the profits.
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**Amelia Bones’ POV: Ministry Changes**
Back in England, the Ministry was in turmoil. **Amelia Bones**, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was trying to bring some semblance of order to the chaos. I could only imagine the pressure she was under, with all the corruption that had been unearthed and the high-ranking officials dropping dead.
Amelia was a strong witch, and from what I could tell, she had a deep sense of justice. She wasn’t swayed by bribes or intimidation, unlike so many others in the Ministry. She knew that what was happening wasn’t just a matter of internal politics—it was the unraveling of decades of corruption and secrecy. The arrest of several Death Eaters and the exposure of their ties to the Ministry had shaken the very foundation of wizarding Britain.
But she was smart, too. She knew there was more at play. The deaths of the Death Eaters hadn’t been mere coincidence, and though she hadn’t said anything publicly, I suspected she had her suspicions about who was behind it. Still, Amelia was patient. She was waiting, watching, and gathering evidence before making her next move. She couldn’t afford to act too hastily, not with the Ministry already in such a fragile state.
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**Future Plans**
As I flew back toward my house, I thought about the coming year. There was so much to do. My projects at Hogwarts were progressing well—understanding spells up to the O.W.L. level, mastering runes, and developing my magical postbox system. But there was still more to be done. I needed to refine my idea for a two-way communication mirror, and my research into ancient forms of magical travel was still in its early stages.
Then there was the matter of Harry. I’d have to keep guiding him, helping him develop his magic and prepare for the battles ahead. The prophecy was still at play, and Voldemort’s return was inevitable. But I had no intention of waiting for him to strike first. I was going to make sure the wizarding world—and Harry—were ready for whatever was coming.
As I landed back on solid ground, I couldn’t help but smile. Things were falling into place, slowly but surely. And while there was danger on every side, I was ready for it. After all, this world was far more dangerous than the original Harry Potter world—and I intended to survive it.
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