Serendipity

Location: Hogwarts Great Hall : End of Year Feast

Albus Dumbledore hummed happily as he stared out at all the students in his care. He had everything for this night planned out so perfectly to further his goals for the Greater Good and he knew it was all planned perfectly. Absolutely nothing could go wrong with his plan, he was certain and that left him in a rather cheerful mood. Only Albus could see the runes that he had painstakingly drawn under every single House Table the night before. Only he knew of the runes carved into the goblet sitting right next to his dessert plate. And only he knew what was going to happen. 

It was due to Albus’s careful manipulations over the many years that he had been at Hogwarts that everything for the Greater Good was coming together on this night. It was exhausting, tiring work, but he had been sealing away the nasty, disgusting creatures with seals for centuries. Perhaps not in this frail, old body, but in the many he had possessed before taking over Albus Dumbledore’s person. No one was any the wiser to his plans but it all culminated tonight. Tonight was the time to release them all. To allow them into their disgusting monster forms so he could build himself an army to set upon Nevarah once he finally managed to break their wards. 

Albus’s eyes moved across the student body with another hum, occasionally stopping to look at several students as he did. The majority of them were in the Gryffindor House, the house that he had built up as the best because he had been in it. It held a place of comfort in his cold dead heart, and he knew that most in Gryffindor would follow his every order to a tee. The perfect little soldiers. However, there were some in Ravenclaw who had caught his attention, and even  a couple in Hufflepuff that he was interested to see how they would pan out. Besides his main weapon, the Boy Who Lived Harry James Potter, there was a certain Hufflepuff that he wished to see blossom into a second powerful weapon under his control. A small smirk formed on his face as he thought about how much those two didn’t know about themselves, or even each other. 

Finally, Albus looked at his chosen weapon. Harry was sitting at the table, staring at the food on his plate that the Weasley twins were desperately trying to get him to eat to no avail. There was a dispirited atmosphere that seemed to emanate off the boy and the deadness in his eyes. It was exactly what Albus had been hoping for when he had ordered Voldemort to send the boy visions of him torturing Sirius. 

Sirius had been a thorn in his side. The dragel, or what would have been a dragel had Albus not suppressed him years ago, had started to fight against the spells and compulsions Albus had placed on him. Sirius actually cared about the boy, his circle’s child, and those strong instincts all dragels annoying had had him rebelling against Albus. Not to mention the scraggly haired man refused Albus, of all people, entrance into the Black Family Library. No, Sirius had to go for Albus’s Greater Good but even that hadn’t panned out properly since the annoyance of a man had somehow changed out the will that Albus had put into place giving Harry everything and him nothing. 

Albus had almost destroyed his entire office when he heard the news but as he thought about it, he knew it would all be fine. Harry would never deny Albus Dumbledore anything if he just asked for it. Especially not after this summer when the Dursley’s would abuse the boy even more than normal with the knowledge that Sirius Black was dead. Soon, Albus would have everything he had ever wanted. He would finally have the key he had painstakingly breed into existence to break into Nevarah and slaughter all the dirty, disgusting monsters that lived there. And from there, he would be able to achieve his ultimate goal. Albus had to stop himself from laughing maniacally out loud as he watched the children finish up the last of their desserts. It certainly wouldn’t do to act so out of the perfect Grandfatherly heroic image he had built for himself over the years. 

“Now that we are all fed and watered for the last time at Hogwarts this year, I have a few things I would like to say.” Albus said as he stood up from his seat. A wide smile, that he forced to be kindly instead of manic, formed on his face as the House Elves were forced to do their job and magicked up the goblets filled with potions and covered in runes. His position as the Headmaster of Hogwarts made it so the House Elves couldn’t deny a single order he said, no matter how much it went against their morals. “I know that we are all disheartened by the news that Voldemort is back. It is a hardship on all of your young, vulnerable minds, and we all worry about what is to come. I must remind you about what the wise old Sorting Hat said at the beginning of the year before the Sorting Ceremony. If we band together, we will be able to survive the war that is upon us, dear children. Have hope, and lean into the Light. So with that said, let us lift out goblets and toast in union. May the Immortals and Lady Magic herself bless us all with gifts to survive into next year.” Albus lifted up his own goblet that was also covered in various runes and magic, hiding a smile behind his goblet as he faked drinking from it. Every single one of his pawns, from the ones that would be his army, to the dark Slytherins who would be their adversaries, drank from their goblets as he casted the spell that would break their seals and bring about their creature inheritances. 

Albus couldn’t help but shudder as a heavy, heady wave of magic rushed throughout the Great Hall, touching every single child as they drank from their cups. That invisible force of magic wrapped around each child gently, reassuringly. However, unbeknownst to Albus, things weren’t going to go how he planned them.

The Immortals were all against Albus Dumbledore. They had been watching, even those who had been asleep, everything that the man had been doing for the last couple centuries and they were absolutely appalled and disgusted. Although the Immortals could not interfere with the lives of mortals, the fact that Dumbledore had been using their domains as his own personal playground had allowed them to finally take action against the man. 

The Immortal sisters of Fate, Destiny, and Chance were sick and tired of the Headmaster mucking about in their territory. They were tired of the man ruining all their carefully laid out webs for the future, forcing them to have to fix and repair the damage he had caused. Lady Magic and her male counterpart, Lord Medeis, were angry at the Headmaster for taking away the gifts that they had given to their children. For sealing away so many people and banning magic he didn’t like, ruining the balance of Magic itself. Lord Life and Lady Death were absolutely done with the Headmaster playing with their children. Forcing people to get together to have children for his own personal agenda and killing anyone who got in his way with no care for the consequences it had to the very fabric of existence. Lord Time, Liege Chaos, Lord Harmony, and every single other Immortal that existed were angry with the meddling of the Headmaster who they knew wanted to destroy them all. And so with the force of all the Immortals against him, nothing could have ever gone the way Albus Dumbledore had planned. 

The old Headmaster knew something had gone awry with his spell when the magic continued to grow stronger as the minutes ticked away with the students sitting perfectly still staring blankly at him. The magic should have dissipated as the seals on them were broken but it didn’t. Instead the magic became visible to the naked eye. The Professors who were not under Albus’s spell gasped as bright white magic whizzed around the room for several long seconds, buzzing angrily in the air before it shot around the children once more turning various different colors as it shot straight into the magical cores of them all. Every single one of them, even the ones that Albus knew had no chance of having a creature inheritance. 

The magic around almost every single Weasley turned various colors of red, though the Weasley twins, Fred and George, had twists of purple and gold magic crackling around them. Neville Longbottom was covered in green and brown magic. Luna Lovegood had twined of various different colors threading themselves into a web as it moved into her magical core. And Hermione Granger had bright silver and black magic surrounding her. 

Sage, the genderfluid Hufflepuff that Albus planned on turning into his second weapon, had flashes of every single magic converging onto them in star shaped patterns. Some were large, bigger than a Lumos Maximus spell, and others almost looked like glitter floating in the air as the magic moved into Sage. And Harry Potter, Albus’s weapon, was covered in the most magic, and the brightest as well. It flashed mainly in greens, blues, and silvers but instead of only going into his magical core, the magic covered the body completely. Some of it even going into his eyes making those green orbs glow ominously.

No one said a single word as they watched the magic. It was almost completely silent except for the barely audible buzzing of magic in the air. Until the screams started, startling Albus out of his thoughts. He looked around in horror as every single child that had the capability to have a creature inheritance started to scream first. Bodies shook and fell out of their seats as the screams echoed ear piercingly loud through the entire Great Hall. And then the rest of them started to scream as the magic in the Great Hall grew even thicker. 

“Albus! Albus what’s going on? Do something!” McGonagall shouted at him, but Albus could barely hear her over the cacophony of the children’s blood curdling screams. He was frozen though and could do absolutely nothing but stand there watching the chaos unfold, as the magic he had unknowingly invoked churned angrily throughout the Great Hall. 

And then, just when Albus thought nothing could get worse, sounds of cracks sounded and out of nowhere various magical creatures started porting into Hogwarts, following the call of the Immortals of Magic that demanded help sorting out so many creature inheritance happening at once in one place. Before Albus could make a single move to try and stop what was happening, he was hit with a spell and knocked out. The goblet he had used to start everything fell with him as he crashed into the cold, unforgiving hard stone floor. His last coherent thought was, How had everything gone so terribly wrong?