Let´s Make War
The next morning Harry woke up with a severe headache then he remembered starting to drink everything he was in he sat on his bed rubbed his eyes he heard the sound of the shower turning his head to the left then he saw a vial with a potion arlado took the two things and opened the note.
Anti-hangover potion.
I think my mother-in-law also had to deal with a drunk fiancé
With love Daphne
He smiled opened the vial and drank it in one gulp, at first the sensation was unpleasant as if he were taking a vomit-flavored pill, but he quickly felt the hangover leave him and he no longer felt a headache, he got up noticing that he was in underpants walked to the window and looked at the view it was beautiful the view from the balcony you could see the green of the forest and how much it extended wondered what it would feel like to have grown up in the mansion.
But he quickly abandoned that thought that was the past and now he didn't care, he heard the sound of the water cease then he saw his girlfriend come out of there, she was dressed in nothing more than a gray robe that had the coat of arms on her chest From the Potters, her hair was still wet, but Harry didn't care even if she was covered in dirt or mud for him she would always be beautiful.
—I see you're better now— Daphne said.
—Yes, thank you for her potion —bringing her close to hers, hugging her— and for everything I don't know what he would do without you.
He leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped him by putting a finger to his lips.
—I'm not going to kiss you until you take a shower and brush your teeth, when you get rid of all that alcohol smell you can kiss me— Daphne said with a cheeky smile—so go take a shower.
Harry nodded but not before giving him a kiss on the forehead and went to the shower, after what he considered his longest bath up to that moment he came out of the shower refreshed with nothing but a towel covering the lower part of his body revealing his torso well worked out by Quidditch and the exercises he did with Hermione during the summer of '94 which he kept with Hermione during the school year as a way to stay healthy and fit, but when he saw himself in the mirror he couldn't help but look at the scars.
The most noticeable to the naked eye was the one on his chest near his shoulder, it was the horntail's farewell "gift" in the first test when he violently moved his tail and nailed one of the points that protruded from the dragon's tail, embedding it against the wall, the second was on his right forearm when he killed the basilisk but when he did it through the mouth one of the fangs embedded itself in his forearm (although internally he is grateful to have that scar because thanks to the venom in the basilisk neutralized in his veins achieved when he became an animagus to reach his intermediate state) and the last one in his left forearm and the most recent one that made him a wormtail in the cemetery which was similar to the dark mark.
Returning to his bedroom, he began to dress, opting for a black jean that lost color in the knee part, acquiring a grayish color and returning to black towards the end of the pants when he was buttoning it, Daphne entered, who was not seeing him. it was the first time he had seen him just dressed with half of his body uncovered, but seeing him gave him chills when he saw Harry's back.
The scars on his back as a result of the mistreatment to which he was subjected in his childhood now looked like blurred lines, some while others looked like poorly made geometric figures, it was engraved in his memory the first time he saw them when Harry told her and his parents his childhood.
—Even though it's been almost two years since I first saw her, your back still makes me cringe— he said, drawing Harry's attention.
—Well not all the marks were made by Vernon, some minor ones were made by you as well—Harry teased making her blush at the implication of her words.
—Considering the boyfriend I have—she said hugging him from behind and putting his head on the empty side of her shoulder—I can't help it."
—Whatever you say— breaking free of her grip to put on a white t-shirt—what were you doing?"
—Well, apart from waiting for you, reading a book that was in the living room—she said, standing in front of her fiancé.
—What were you reading? —Harry asked intrigued as he began to play with their hands.
—A book called “the jungle—Daphne said following the game.
—The jungle— Harry repeated, remembering the book.
—Yes, did you read it?— Daphne asked.
—Yes, once when I was 10 she almost made me a vegetarian if it wasn't for the fact that I didn't eat from her—he mentioned taking her hands.
—I know it sounds strange, but I feel like a piece of meat— she confessed, getting closer to him.
—Here's a prime steak—he said, placing his hand on Daphne's butt.
—How gentlemanly Potter— she murmured starting to kiss him.
She wrapped her arms around Harry's neck they continued to kiss Harry's hands went up and he began to caress her back then he turned her over leaving her on the bed being on top of her, he began to spread kisses on her jaw and neck pulling her out some moans.
While she with her hands began to try to unbutton the shirt that her girlfriend was wearing, which surprised her.
—Now?—Daphne asked between kisses—not that I'm complaining.
—We're carnivores, we can't help it—he said hoarsely in her ear.
She gasped, giving in to Harry's caresses and moist kisses, although at one point she managed to change position, leaving herself sitting on top of her lap, deciding to finish unbuttoning her white shirt, revealing her breasts covered by a green lace bra.
—You like them?— Daphne asked with feigned innocence.
—What the hell do you think—with a crooked smile and her eyes darkened by lust.
Sinking his nose into the space between her breasts, he began to leave kisses while she sank him deeper, enjoying the increasingly excited sensation, while they remained in that same position, she began to caress and distribute kisses on the jet-black hair while he let out gasps and moans.
They were just enjoying themselves letting the world around them disappear, a perfect world for the two of them, where they could be happy without having to fear for their lives, it was a very beautiful moment.
Too bad a mangy mongrel had to ruin it.
—Hello pup, aahhhh— Sirius greeted, but when he saw the situation he covered his eyes.
Noticing her intrusion Daphne by accident she yanked Harry's hair hard pulling it back causing him to yelp in pain, to which she noticed her and pulled her hand out of Harry's hair.
—I'm sorry, baby—she said, looking at him tenderly, to later deflect her, glaring at Black—Didn't they teach you that before entering you should knock on the door or did you grow up in a stable?
—No, although my mother was worse than—she was going to say when Harry raised his hand.
—And there went the 'cheer' she was in this morning, thanks Sirius—Harry said sarcastically.
—You're welcome pup— Sirius said with a smirk.
At that moment Amelia entered alerted by Sirius's yell with wand in hand, but seeing the situation her conclusion came quickly to her brain.
Sirius screwed up.
—What's going on here?—Amelia asked.
—Well I'll explain what's going on in a second—Daphne said taking her wand and pointing it at Sirius.
Then the animagus let out a girlish shriek falling to the ground rolling grabbing her butt.
—Sharp spell, right?—Amelia asked to which Daphne nodded—Lily would certainly have accepted you as her daughter-in-law."
That made Daphne smirk, because even though she had never met Lily Potter, knowing that people who were very close to her said that kind of thing to her made her feel that somehow the mother of the boy she loved approved of her as part of her. his family.
—Do I sometimes wonder if Lily's spirit possesses you sometimes because you really do what Lily would have done to me?— Sirius mumbled.
—Well, you earned that when you forgot your manners and instead of knocking, you opened the door like it was your house, finding me and my Harry about to have sex— Daphne hissed.
Harry and Amelia started laughing at the situation of how a 14 year old girl had a man (boy) whimpering on the floor.
—I apologize— Sirius said to which she finally broke the spell—terrifyingly powerful, intelligent and biting everything Potter men like in a woman."
"Well, you can't fight genes—Harry said as he hugged her from behind—because they're here."
—I came because Monny told me something that could be of use to you, a location of someone that could be of use—Sirius said.
—Okay, Daph, I'll have breakfast and I'll be downstairs—said Harry, taking a small metal box, opening it and taking out a cigarette.
—Harry, I want to hear what your godfather has to say too—Daphne protested.
—Love, I'm sorry but what Sirius has to say to me I'll tell you later now please do what I ask you—he saw that she was ready to continue protesting—I know I'm not in a position where I can say something in our relationship But frankly, I'm asking you to let me handle this. I promise I'll tell you anything he tells me.
—Okay— he grumbled, approaching his ear—I hope you're ready for tonight because no one is going to sleep, you owe me passion, Potter, and I intend to pay off that debt with a lot of interest.
That thrilled and aroused Harry alike, it was no surprise to him that attitude of hers usually their relationship sometimes turned into a game of tug-of-war due to their personalities.
Daphne, although she was a kind, affectionate and understanding girl, was also strong, determined, intelligent, independent, scathing and in many aspects vindictive with people who caused her any injury or harmed the people she loved in any way, she was not a secret that when there was an altercation with Malfoy's gang she used her most characteristic spell.
A freezing spell.
Which left Crabbe one of Malfoy's thugs/bookends without the ability to have children (at least that was the case with his right testicle) having tried to get his hands on her she quickly subdued the thug first aiming at the girl's arm wand and then when he tried to attack her physically she just aimed lower finally disabling the bully, but the "epitome" where her most vicious and vengeful streak was seen was with Malfoy himself.
Lucius Malfoy's son tried to curse her with a bone breaker that would have broken her ribs if her Harry hadn't pushed her to the ground taking the impact on her right shoulder, she heard the grunt of pain her Harry let out and she was more than happy. ready to throw some curses that her mother had taught Malfoy's offspring, but when the white-haired man prepared to attack her, Harry pounced on the albino like a wild animal, beginning to drop a good number of blows that left the boy bleeding. He gave such a bad name to his house.
She would be lying if she said that seeing the way Harry pounced on Malfoy like a wolf attacking its prey hadn't turned her on, seeing him so protective, but at the same time so vengeful and vicious made him want him even more, that way. I justify the subsequent kissing session in a compartment without occupants.
But before that she left him a reminder that would make Draco Malfoy have nightmares when they thought of her, she approached the white haired man who was whimpering in pain and bleeding so she moved her legs and stepped on the "crown jewels" while murmuring some words to him. words the younger Malfoy would remember for the rest of his life.
“die slow, bitch”
After that, the relationship between the two normalized the fact that each one was very capable of protecting themselves by doing so that there was no dependency on either of the two parties, because they understood and understood that in many aspects they were the same.
He could count on her being able to cover her back and she could count on him to cover his, setting from the beginning rules to make everything work that were simple and somewhat simple from the outside.
1. No lies
2. Whenever there is a problem, talk and not keep things to yourself that felt like an extension of rule 1 and if you know something that has to do with the other, tell them immediately after knowing what could happen with the other.
3. Never wanting or seeking to carry the weight of something alone for anything in the world, they were a couple and had enough confidence to share what each one lived through, so if they had a complicated situation the best solution was to accompany each other.
Under those rules they endured a year where Harry had to survive three tests that almost killed him, so they endured a tabloid journalist trying to turn their relationship into a media circus where they put their mutual trust to the test, but despite hundreds of lies (such as Harry cheating on him with Hermione, Daphne being painted as a fortune hunter) and the "cherry" in what they call a muck pie Ron's murder and Voldemort's resurrection.
They would be difficult years, but they would overcome them together.
—I'm going to have breakfast, since I couldn't enjoy my 'meal' because of a mangy mutt—Daphne said, glaring at Sirius as she left—Amelia, would you like to join me?"
—Of course dear— leaving the two of the room leaving godson and godfather face to face.
After that Harry proceeded to light the cigarette by taking a drag letting the nicotine enter his lungs and then releasing it, while doing that he had gone to the bedside table where the necklace that Ron had given him before dying was.
It was a simple gray-silver chain and in the center a shrunken dragon claw belonged to a horntail.
—You know you and your father share the same smoking habit—Sirius mentioned, breaking the silence.
—If you're going to criticize me, I'll remind you that in every picture of you with my parents you had a cigarette between your fingers— he reminded her.
—I wasn't going to do it, it would be quite hypocritical of me if I did—he defended himself.
—Then what merit did you interrupt so rudely?— Harry asked.
—Well," he began, "remember that Remus went into exile after Marlene's death?— Harry just nodded—well he was wandering around most of Europe and when we caught up he told me about a place in Austria where only a few wizards know its location, where the one who was once the greatest dark wizard known is locked up.
—You're telling me Remus was in Nurmengard— Harry said in surprise.
—Yes, I explore it, there is only one house elf who is in charge of keeping it comfortable— Sirius assured.
—Why are you telling me this?—Harry asked.
—Because you most likely need knowledge and spells that are not in any library that exists or that some of us, the only ones—he said until he was cut off by Harry.
—Only Gellert Grindelwald knows— Harry finished.
Realizing who she was, she did what Hermione taught her when she started applying herself to her assignments along with the tournament afterwards, a list of pros and cons.
pros
_He could learn all kinds of curses and spells that not even Riddle could know.
_Would know what tactics were better to employ against Riddle and his Death Eaters.
_Perhaps I could understand why Dumbledore acts as he acts.
_I would understand how the mind of a dark wizard who wasn't completely insane works.
_Learn to strike fear into the Death Eaters.
Cons
_Risk of being detected by the ministry which would make his reputation drop one more.
_I didn't know if Grindelwald was currently alive or dead because of his old age.
_I didn't trust Grindelwald.
That last point was very important to him, no matter how many benefits he had, he did not want or risk accidentally releasing a dark wizard, not just any dark wizard, but the one who declared war on him and had the entire world on the ropes.
But despite that possibility, he really considered it because what better way to destroy a dark wizard and use it than another dark wizard who failed but regardless he knew that experience was experience and that was the kind that he needed.
But he wouldn't act until he had discussed it with his family in private.
—What are you going to do?—Sirius asked.
—I'll think about it and then I'll tell you my answer— he affirmed.
While that was happening in Longbottom Hall, Neville was having breakfast while reading a book of spells that belonged to his family.
While further reading he realized that many ancient families (mostly now extinct) like his own were able to cast specialized spells on some elements of nature, the Longbottom family was one of the few he could tell. that at least one of its members was capable of using spells specialized in its element.
The lightning element.
It was surprising after reading his grimoire how the coat of arms made sense to Neville, normally when he saw it he felt strange almost distant for him and he couldn't understand what these elements represented, given that his family's coat of arms consisted of into a black katana-like sword split by lightning on a green field.
He now understood the meaning, the lightning was that ancestral power from nature that his family possessed and the sword was the conductor of said power.
That type of magic would be very useful for war, but there was a problem, no member of his family had managed to master this element in more than a century and even the last one to master it could not use it fully because in an act that Neville considered As a child, Alexander Longbottom bragging about his first few years at Hogwarts was struck by lightning directly to his chest, killing him on the spot.
What an idiot Neville thought.
He was so focused on reading his family's writings that he didn't notice his grandmother's arrival.
To say that the day before for Augusta Longbottom was a day of reflection was to say an understatement, her mind reflected on her grandson's entire life as in a certain way she was guilty that he could not demonstrate his magic well, almost demanding that he be a copy of his father but at the same time overprotecting him, making him a weak young man lacking in character.
But since Neville's third year, she noticed that he had changed since Christmas when they went to visit their son and daughter-in-law when he returned he felt different, a new aura of confidence had enveloped him that he really liked that his grandson began to show Shortly after he had his first relationship with Tracey Davies, a girl that Augusta liked, but she quickly realized that the two of them were material for better friends than a couple, so she was not surprised when her grandson told her on Easter that they had broken up. their relation.
Now it was a completely different situation, not only did her grandson show confidence and self-confidence but also the impetus and courage that reminded her of her son, that pleased her, but at the same time it scared her because although her son Frank showed greater ease for magic and more he was just as shy as Neville in his youth until an event led him to become the magnificent auror he was.
The death of a loved one.
It is known that losing someone marks you in a way that said scar can never be erased, but the impact it had on his grandson, as he told her yesterday
"That there was inside me, something that had commissioned me to bury began to struggle to get out of his grave, first I could feel it hitting the coffin until it finally broke and emerged from the earth"
The impact of the death of Ron Weasley although it affected him because he was his friend, more so it was that the war would start another one as well as the possibility of the Lestranges escaping from Azkaban, it had brought to light everything that his grandson kept. , but now he knew that there was nothing in the world to stop his grandson and he knew that very well.
So she made a decision with a lot of pain in her heart, she would accept her grandson's decision no matter how much she hated the path of non-interference was the smartest if she wanted to continue having her grandson in her life.
—Neville—Augusta called.
—What's wrong grandma, if you come to talk to me—Neville said, she noticed that her tone of voice hardened—wanting to convince me not to go to war, don't waste time."
—No, Neville, I'm not going to lecture you, I just want to explain some things I was thinking about yesterday after you left— Augusta said.
—I hear you— Neville said closing the grimoire.
—The day your grandfather was killed my beloved Finnick was one of the worst/best days of my life, that day your father stopped being shy as he used to be just like you, that led him to join the auror force, he was one of the best aurors I've seen in all my years —she mention with nostalgia— but he, like you, experienced something that no mother in this world wants her son to experience, the first war your father and mother faced darkness side by side, many said that that friendship they had at school had turned into love on the battlefield, when I found out what happened to the Potters I saw your parents' hearts break even worse that they never found Harry but what happened to them you know well that is much worse than death.
—What's this all about?— Neville asked.
— When I saw you yesterday, I saw in your eyes that anger, that determination, that courage were the same as your father had when they killed your grandfather and I was afraid— Augusta admitted, leaving Neville perplexed— and I'm afraid they'll kill you or you'll end up like your parents, but I know I can't stop you, because I know that determination is so linked to your sense of duty that at times I think they are one, that's why I want to ask you one thing.
— Which grandmother?— Neville asked coming out of his stupor.
— Don't follow Dumbledore, I know you think you're a great wizard and I don't deny it, but his philosophy will get you killed— Augusta asked.
She on many levels did not agree with many of Dumbledore's ideas and during the Death Eater trials she was the most vocal expressing her opinion that all those who bear the Dark Mark should be executed especially after what happened to her son. and daughter-in-law.
What she didn't expect was Neville's response.
— Do you really think I'm going to follow the one responsible for having one of my friends killed?— Neville asked throwing her off.
— What are you talking about?— asked Augusta.
— I'm going to tell you a truth so please don't interrupt me and tell Daisy to have a glass of firewhiskey ready for you because what I'm going to tell you is something you'll have a hard time believing— Neville told her.
After giving the directions suggested by her grandson, Augusta listened carefully to everything her grandson told her.
To say that she was surprised was really an understatement, she was amazed and embarrassed by everything that her grandson's friend put up with as he put up with keeping such a big secret that brought a lot of pain and suffering to the red-haired young man that when his grandson explained to them that he saw what that it happened as a suicide on Ron's part, because all that pain I carried could lead to that.
Because after all a person who commits suicide does not seek to end his life but to end the pain.
What angered her was that Dumbledore knew what he was going through and didn't intervene allowing someone else to die because of her.
— Then what will you do?— Augusta asked when her grandson finished speaking.
—I'm going to fight, I'm going to go to war with my friends because I'm not going to leave them alone because it's my duty to change this because no one else will— Neville said with determination— I'm not naive, nor do I lack the ability to think, I know this will be something horrible and difficult but I am willing to do what is necessary so that those I love do not suffer and if they suffer for the Death Eaters I promise to avenge them.
—In that case it is better that you have something that has been in our family—said Augusta standing up from her seat—follow me.
— Okay— Neville said.
They left the dining room walking the corridors of Longbottom Hall in silence, crossing corridors full of family portraits dating back to ancient times since the Longbottom family was born in the sixteenth century with its founder Alexander Longbottom and his wife Tsunade Longbottom (née Hasashi).
Alexander was a pure blood wizard born in England when he was an adult he met Tsunade who was a pure blood witch traveling from China, she was traveling in an almost mandatory exile since her family in the Hasashi clan that belonged to the Shirai Ryu clan after this was brutally massacred by the rival clan the Lin Kuei, she had been on the run for 14 years with the last memory of her family being her father being assassinated by the leader of the Lin Kuei Bi Han.
They met, fell in love, and subsequently had children thereby establishing the noble and ancient Longbottom family.
Crossing the corridors they came to a room that Neville recognized as the family heirloom room, since the Longbottom family, unlike many pureblood families, did not keep the heirlooms at Gringotts but preferred to preserve them under strong maintenance charms so that every member of your family knows your story.
—This way—Augusta directed.
Upon entering he saw all kinds of family heirlooms and they were arranged in the order that each member of the family had received or acquired depending on the situation on top of each heirloom there was a plate with the name of the member it was on a gold plate while the names were written in black onyx.
Neville's gaze lingered on his father's nameplate where he saw that there was the wand he had recently inherited and left behind.
—When your father was attacked, I took all his belongings, some I kept in boxes, others in the Gringotts vault, but there were two that I wanted you to have— Augusta said as she opened the drawer—one was your father's wand, which, as you will see, is there— pointing with his eyes at his son's wand— but it's good I hope it fits you.
Hearing that, Neville focused his eyes, he saw his grandmother first and then he saw how she extended a long black jacket with white details on the chest as if they were the rib bones, he saw the patch marks on the chest and at the birth of the right arm it seemed to have been torn off.
—A detail when the aurors leave the academy they can choose the design of their jackets as long as it is not extravagant or ostentatious—Augusta affirmed.
—It's my father's Auror jacket—Neville said.
—Yes it is and it's yours—she assure Neville, surprising me.
—Really?— Neville asked.
—Yes—she say confidently—try it on."
Neville grabbed the jacket almost bowing, reaching out and putting it on, putting it on he felt a familiar tingle as well as a warm feeling wash over him for Neville this was the closest thing to a hug from his father.
—I took away the ministry insignia because it would be suspicious and I know that what you're going to do isn't exactly legal—she mention—or am I wrong?"
—You're not wrong, but it's the best option and the only one where the least number of innocents die— he said firmly—deep in my heart I want it to be nothing more than a nightmare, but it's not, so I have to take the road and face the weight of my actions.
—They will be afraid of them, they will hate them, they will be rejected and they will see them as monsters, you know? TRUE? —She said staring at him— they will be considered anarchists.
At the words of his grandmother, Neville realized that she was testing him, he said the right words to challenge him, but he was firm in his convictions, the fear and rejection of the people did not matter to him, he did not care because he had already been rejected when he was branded a squib, so he looked at his grandmother and giggled.
—Yes, well that's what all of us are—he declared fearlessly—we are Sons of Anarchy, we were born and some of us like Cedric grew up in a dark and violent time, we are the byproducts of that."
Then a realization came to him, if they wanted to end everything they were living, it was not enough to defeat the Death Eaters and Voldemort they had to defeat them in all possible aspects, because he realized after the first war nothing had changed, but everything got worse. even more, so with that in mind he realized that one of the battles to be waged will be in the ministry.
—We don't care if they hate us, I prefer that, I hope they fear us because in the end it won't be the Ministry, Azkaban, Dementors or whatever the last thing those Death Eaters will see, but the Grim Reaper—Neville affirmed—because it is our duty to finish this cycle in one damn time, no more dark side, no more light side, no more death eaters or order of the phoenix, if everything must change and for that the past must die and go with the wind.
Listening to the words of her grandson, Augusta understood one thing.
These guys were going to change everything, they would not be simple vigilantes who maintained or sought to maintain the status quo like the order of the phoenix, nor did they want to impose an ideology based on fear and terror, they sought a revolution for all, not for a sector but for a group. they were looking to tear down the old to make way for the new that was something she could support but she had to remind him of one very simple thing.
—I understand your point of view, grandson, but remember one thing— Augusta told him.
—What thing? —Neville asked.
—Not everything new means better, nor does everything old mean dead—she informed her—Seek a balance, otherwise they will be more of the same."
—You had something else to give me right— Neville said, changing the subject.
—Yes, this is our most precious relic—taking out a wooden box with Japanese sigils.
The box was made of grayish wood, almost white, it had marks due to the passage of time but at the same time it seemed as if the years had not passed, it opened it revealing an ancient katana its handle was black with golden diamond figures throughout the handle, the end it was golden afterward extending to a 27.7 long blade the white of the blade was almost neat and it didn't look like it had passed the years, upon seeing it Neville was surprised I never expected to see that katana.
—Is that Lady Tsunade's katana?—Neville asked.
—Yes, given to her by her father Hanzo Hasashi before waging his last battle against those Lin Kuei bastards—Augusta assured the last part with venom in her voice—be that as it may, now it belongs to you, what are you waiting for, take it .
Neville took the katana in his hand and felt something burn on his left forearm, he rolled up his shirt sleeve to find a tattoo of a katana.
—And what is this?— Neville asked.
—That tattoo will allow you to summon the sword when you need it, this sword has passed from hand to hand in our family, now it is yours—Augusta affirmed proudly—I am proud to see the man you are becoming. I apologize to this old woman for the mistakes she made." I committed wanting to protect you.
—There's nothing to forgive, you've been a mother to me maybe damn hard but a mother you've only done what every mother does to protect her children—Neville said.
He put the sword aside and they melted into a warm embrace.
—I love you Neville— Augusta murmured.
—And I you Grandma—Neville answered.
At Potter Manor at noon Harry along with the others had already had breakfast at this time he was reading a combat book he had found in the family library along with Daphne he had passed after breakfast he had tried carving spell on a table when he finished an hour afterwards I was very happy with the result.
When he checked his pocket watch for the arrival time of the rest of his family at Potter Manor.
—It's time, love—he said, coming out of his reading.
—Yes, it is, Harry, and by the way, when will you tell me what your godfather told you? — she said asking Daphne at the end.
—I'll tell you when we meet in private with the rest— Harry assured—now let's not keep the family waiting.
Then they left the library where they were to the room where the floo was activated, letting the Greengrasses pass first with Remus, shortly after the Weasleys with Blaise, Luna, Tracey and Cedric, then Theo and his uncle, then Neville, then the Grangers and finally the Tonks.
Upon entering, everyone was surprised by the mansion, mainly the young Weasleys, Blaise, Neville, Tracey, Luna, Cedric, Theo, their uncle and the Grangers; while Remus, the Greengrasses and the Tonks viewed the mansion with a sense of nostalgia.
They stood for a moment looking at the mansion when the doors opened revealing Harry, Daphne, Sirius and Amelia.
—Allow me to welcome you to my family's home, Potter Manor— Harry greeted.
—Damn Harrikins to you—George began.
—Family if they slipped the fine—finished Fred.
—Without a doubt brothers-in-law, this place is even bigger than my family's mansion— Blaise assured.
—I say the same thing—both Tracey and Theo.
—It's a very beautiful mansion, son—Emma said.
—Exactly where are we?—Dan asked.
—We're about 40 miles from Brighton—Harry said—Follow me."
They followed him through the halls until they finally reached the dining room where they each took a seat on each side.
To Harry's right were Hermione, Daphne, the Greengrasses, Theo, the older Grangers, Blaise, Sirius, Amelia, Luna, Neville, Tracey, FP and Cedric.
To his left were the Tonks, Blaise, the young Weasley's and Remus.
—Well—Harry began—everyone knows why they're here."
—What's up Harry?— Tonks asked.
—What happens is that from this moment on we are at war, as you know Voldemort has returned—some shuddered while others at the mention of the dark magician did not cause them anything—I know several things like that the minister in his bastard " intelligence” has frozen the budget of the auror force and a lot of that money is being diverted—while looking at Tonks and Amelia—I know that the order of the phoenix is active again and that many here have joined again or joined—looking at Matthias , Sirius, Remus, Tonks, FP, Annabelle, Ted and Andromeda Tonks — that doesn't matter now, I called them because they're family, some of them I met less than a year ago but the bond and love I feel for them is unbreakable—looking at Dan and Emma— others offered their friendship without looking for something in return that is something I will always value— looking at FP and Amelia— others have been my brothers and sisters for a long time some I have known since my first year— looking at Hermione, the twins and Neville - me You know that others I met over time—looking at Luna, Theo, Blaise, Tracey, Cedric, Ginny and Astoria— at the family that was denied me but found— looking at Remus, Sirius, Amelia, Matthias, Annabelle, Ted, Andromeda and Amelia—this last one was thanks to the love of my life—she looked at Daphne with extreme tenderness and love in her eyes.
Harry took a breath with a glass of water and then continued.
—That's why I called them because everyone here is my family, the family I chose, therefore from this moment there can be no more fights or meaningless discussions that lead us to antagonize each other, any problem that cannot be fixed normal should be brought here—banging on the table—to the table where dialogue and mediation will take place, it is not a time to be disunited.
—What are you going to do, Harry?— Remus asked.
—I will train as most here know, Voldemort wants my head and unequivocally the head of everyone in this room—Harry assured—I will wage war on my terms."
—Will you join the order?—Andy asked.
—I will not join the order, I understand those who belong to it—he said emphatically.
—Why not? Dumbledore already has plans to resist—Ted assured.
—Resist, you said uncle Ted, resist but not fight, resisting won't get us anywhere because the Death Eaters simply won't stop, they are vicious, bloodthirsty patients who don't hesitate to kill in the name of a mestizo bastard and an ideology that should have disappeared long ago. decades— Harry assured her—and as for Dumbledore, I no longer believe or trust him.
—Why don't you trust him?" He is a great man and a great wizard—Remus said.
Despite what he knew of Harry's childhood and all that he had lived through at Hogwarts, he still had respect for the old professor for everything he had done for him.
—He didn't trust a man who keeps secrets by excusing himself under the words 'it's for the greater good,' while he allows everyone who follows him to be turned into pigs for the slaughter—Harry stated.
—He's right, we can't trust him when someone has already died because of him—Hermione said sadly at the end.
—What are you talking about, Hermione?—Matthias asked.
—Ron was killed because of Dumbledore.
Most of the adults and Astoria gasped at this, they didn't think Ron's death was the fault of anything other than Wormtail and Voldemort.
—But how? How can Dumbledore be guilty of Ronald's death?— Amelia asked.
—Ron knew from the day the dementors chased us that he was going to be killed, that convulsion when he broke his foot only unleashed his gift on a large scale—Harry stated.
—How? Wait—Sirius thought for a second until he understood his godson's words—Prewitt's and that fucking gift.
—Ask what you mean Sirius?— Emma asked.
—The Prewitts are the family of Molly, Ron's mother, their family for generations the male line has had the gift of having visions of the future either near or future —Sirius explained— so it seems that Ron was the one who touched the curse.
—Because seeing the future and what can happen and not being able to do anything is the worst kind of torture there is— Daphne said.
The doubtful looks told Harry that he would have to give them real, tangible proof of what he was saying.
—Dobby.
The former house elf of the Malfoys appeared, who no longer wore the pillowcase as when he met him, but now a suit like the one a US Army soldier cadet would wear in the 1920s, Harry himself had proposed it to Dobby, who couldn't resist using something other than a pillowcase.
—What does Harry need from Dobby?— asked the elf.
"Bring me the letter that's in the envelope that says 'the truth for all'— Harry ordered—when you're done, give it to Remus."
The elf snapped his fingers then the letter appeared in front of Remus, the werewolf seeing the envelope took out the letter and began to read.
As I began to read the letter, the emotions varied so much that it seemed like a game of hot potato where each paragraph burned more than the previous one because the crudeness in which those words were written so crudely, but at the same time with a truth that it went through like being stabbed with the blade of a burning knife.
Like Augusta, the adults were surprised by all the pain the boy went through in recent months until he was finally released from said suffering.
After reading it, Harry took the floor—now together with what they did to me, they still believe that Dumbledore, he is worthy of our trust.
Seeing the expressions on the faces of all the adults, Harry didn't need to know legermancy to know that all the adults no longer trusted Dumbledore which made one thing clear.
In that house no one trusted Dumbledore.
—This is simply inconceivable, Albus knew from the first moment that that boy had a death sentence around his neck and he only let the rope adjust until finally the treacherous rat kicked the bucket— Matthias assured the last words with notorious venom in his voice .
—This would be if he didn't have all the political power that a place in Azkaban has for having facilitated the murder of a minor—Amelia assured.
—Be that as it may, Dumbledore made his decision and Ron sadly paid the price, but from now on that will no longer apply—Daphne said.
—My dear beautiful girlfriend is right— Harry agreed.
—What are you going to do, Harry?—FP asked.
—Those who belong to the order—looking at them—I want you to continue as you go and tell me the movements you make—then I focus his gaze on Amelia—I opened a vault where the Auror force can finance itself.
—But how will you do it without being accused of bribery?— Ted asked.
—Because all the funds they receive will be sent under a shell company called “Blue Castle Company” that is dedicated to the manufacture, import and export of all kinds of fabrics and clothes from all over the world— Harry explained— everything is totally legal only I need the legal authorization along with some more papers and in the next week the vault 126 named “STRAIGHT” with around 60,000 galleons that according to Barchoke will be enough to finance the auror force and hit wizard.
—Where did you get so much money from?— Amelia asked.
—Dear Aunt Amelia—Daphne began with an air of superiority in her voice—there's only one thing certain in the shit Skeeter said about me last year and that is that I'll hook up with the most filthy rich man in the country and maybe Europe."
The coarse and pretentious comment was met with laughter along with some shock.
—As my dear fiancée said, money is not a problem, probably if my great-grandchildren become arrogant with the fortune, it may be over which I really doubt, but anyway— Harry assured—the money it comes from is from the Peverell vault as you know I am." head of that family.
—How are you going to ensure that BCC does not discover that it is a ghost company?— Annabelle asked.
—Simple, it will be a totally legal company that will function according to the purpose for which it was created—then he looked at Matthias—Matthias, you will take care of all the legal matters, you are the most qualified person for this—then he focused his gaze on Ted—I want legally represent me.
The two nodded understanding the situation.
—Aunt Anna, I want you and Tracey's mother to take care of the designs along with the type of fabric, I want this company to work in both worlds without problems— Harry assured, "all I have told them is the plan that I have created in Based on the current situation I am not Dumbledore I do not hide information from my people.
Seeing the shocked looks on everyone and not wanting it to sound like he's imposing himself.
—Let's vote, this is a decision that will affect everyone's lives whether we like it or not—he suggested.
Then everyone began to think about the pros and cons of what Harry was going to do, how it would affect their lives, some supported seeing what Harry was proposing as the best option (Daphne, the Grangers, Cedric, Sirius, Theo, Neville, Luna, The Greengrass, Tracey, Blaise, The Twins, and Ginny).
Others, due to more discrepancies who had doubts, knew well that there was no better option because otherwise things would be even more difficult (FP, Remus, Amelia and the Tonks)
—All in favor?—Harry asked.
—Yes—Daphne said.
Dan looked at his wife and his daughter who both nodded.
—On behalf of my family, yes— Dan said.
—You knew what my vote would be from the beginning, right pup?—Sirius said looking at his godson who nodded—Yes."
—Yes—FP said.
—Yes—Blaise said.
—Yes— Neville said.
—Yes— Theo said.
—Yes—the twins said at the same time.
—I never thought I'd hear Harry act so Slytherin but I think there's always a first time for everything— Tracey said—Yeah.
—Yeah—Tonks said.
—Yes—Andy said.
—Yeah— Ted said.
—Sensible vote, the path of least confrontation is the best for now— Remus said then looked at Harry—yes."
"Yes," Amelia said.
—The decision is practically approved, but for what it's worth on behalf of my family—Matthias said, letting a smile show—yes."
—Yes—Cedric said.
—All in favor, no abstentions, well, let's make war— said Harry, hitting the table—now without more things to discuss, those who want feel free to explore the mansion if you are not free to leave, if you need something, call one of my elves or look for me
Everyone dispersed, some to tour the mansion and reminisce about old times, others decided to return to their homes, but a particular group led by Harry headed to a particular room in the mansion.
On the way Hermione was left behind looking at one door in particular, when Neville and Harry turned to see why she had been left behind. Harry noticed that she was facing the door to the mansion's library.
—Mione, what's wrong?—he asked sweetly.
—Where does this room lead, Harr?—asked Hermione.
—Neville behind her—Harry pointed out.
—When Neville was already behind her—to the library.
—Ah, well in that case—she said before trying to run in to be caught by Neville who grabbed her in her arms lifting her onto her back—Let go of me Neville, let go of me, Harry tell Neville to let go of me."
—Don't do it Neville, there are important things to do and decisions to be made so I need you on this— Harry said in a stern and firm tone.
—Okay—Hermione said gruffly—I hate you."
—Don't lie—Harry said lovingly, kissing her forehead—besides, I was going to tell Mum and Dad to let you stay here anyway.
With that statement, Hermione suppressed a cry of joy, but the sparkle in her eyes told Harry that the situation was under control. They continued walking when they finally reached a door where they saw her reading.
Sons Of Anarchy
The Crew Of The Grim Reaper
—What does that name mean?—Blaise asked.
—That will be our team name— Harry said—Come in and have a seat.
Upon entering the room they noticed that it was large the walls were painted in a dull grayish tone in the center of the room there was a table not as large as the one in the living room, but it was enough for them, the table was mahogany it looked resistant the light brown shimmered in the summer sunlight filtering through the oversized windows, but in almost as if it were its natural antithesis to the light in the center of the table stood the carved figure of a grim reaper wielding one hand a rifle that on the way up in one part a somewhat small scythe that crossed the figure of the grim reaper above one plunged another two-bladed scythe on the upper one carved was written "SONS OF" and on the lower one " ANARCHY”, the grim reaper in the other hand held out as if offering her an orb with a giant A in the center.
Seeing it, everyone had a deja vu of all the times they saw Ron with his notebook from 94 onwards, which was now in Harry's possession since Mrs. Weasley gave it to him the day before.
—That's the same drawing that's on the cover of Ron's notebook— Ginny said.
—I carved it today after breakfast with the help of Daphne and Sirius—he mentioned with a half smile directed at her fiancée.
—What is this place for?— Luna asked.
—There outside—pointing to the door—the decisions that have to do with our family will be made, but here—pointing to the room—the decisions that we will make with us as the same team will be made, because we will not wait for the Death Eaters to have the ministry almost on our knees when they reveal themselves we will hunt them down like the animals they are.
—Do you think Tom would reveal himself Harry, I don't think he's that stupid?— Blaise asked.
—He will, I know he will, but first he's going to replenish his strength with his Death Eaters so he'll stay hidden in the shadows, but we're not going to wait— Harry said—It's not true, love.
—That's right, while that bastard frees the poop eaters from him—causing the twins, Ginny, and Blaise to laugh—we'll counter them at the Wizengamont.
—According to what you told me, the dark faction has a lot of power if I'm not mistaken— Hermione mentioned gravely, but then smiled—but we have even more power, right?"
—True, my dear sister— said Harry—as I by ancient law may be present and take my place as Lord and head of the ancient and noble house of Potter, along with the vows I have in descent from the Peverells and by right of birth." conquer Slytherin.
—Along with their families—Daphne said looking at Neville, Tracey, Blaise and Cedric who nodded—along with my family, the Blacks and the Bones, we have enormous fire power."
—So since the next meeting is next Monday—Harry began—I'm thinking of changing the affiliation of the Potter family to the gray faction since the Peverells have historically been there, there won't be a problem It's the same case with him from Slytherin.
—I'll talk to my grandmother and tell her we should align ourselves with the gray faction—Neville added.
—Therefore, since the vote of the ancient and noble families like the Black family—Daphne began to explain—are 4 and the noble ones like the Zabini are 2, that together with the respective allies or friendly houses, well let's say that the dark faction be in the shit when they want to propose bills.
—It makes sense— said Hermione, analyzing the situation while biting her lower lip—if we pressure them we could prevent repressive laws from becoming official and being enforced, which would help Muggle-borns, half-breeds and magical creatures, but we have to go deeper I think It will not be enough to beat them on the battlefield, even if we win and defeat them, they would still win.
Many stared at him but he did not flinch.
—Think about it for a second, almost two decades have passed since the first war, and what has changed? muggle-borns, mestizos and magical creatures such as goblins or werewolves continue to be discriminated against—she began to explain—last year at easter I discovered that most muggle-borns after graduating from Hogwarts end up working in the muggle world because or not they get their masters these are mostly denied in favor of some pureblood son of a daddy while those who try to get a job in the ministry in some department other than the unspeakables, hit wizard or the auror force end up working in some completely demeaning job and if you want to climb even better position you have two options become corrupt by accepting bribe or making deals under the table and if you are a witch….
Hermione's voice was cut off at that moment, she swallowed hard, she looked for the look of her friends, when she found them, just by looking at her they made her understand what she wanted to say because despite the fact that the magical world accepted that women had a place misogyny was still latent.
She looked at Neville and Harry who looked at her with sympathy, affection and empathy and at her friends who nodded in support so she took a breath and continued—what I'm going to do is nothing changed the spheres of the high dirt of the pure blood elitists they do and undo as they please, that has to change now and after this decade nothing must remain the same but Wizarding Britain is doomed.
—What you're suggesting is a change on a national scale, I know the rest of the magical world doesn't follow the same dogmas as here, but this will change everything—Theo said, taking a second bag of cigarettes and lighting it—shit, it'll have to burn you know just like this cigarette, everything will have to burn just like this damn cigarette.
—Then it is clear we have no options unless when we kill those bastards we leave the country for a permanent vacation to another country which for my part I would not mind in that case I suggest my native Italy or USA even Australia—Blaise mentioned.
—Well, making it clear that the first fight will take place at the Wizengamont while that happens, we have to train as you know, we will train with Hermione's uncles—Harry declared—but I have something to share with you."
—What's going on?— Hermione asked.
—Sirius told me that Remus found Nurmengard, Gellert Grindelwald's prison, he is alive locked up, only a house elf watches over him— Harry said.
—Do you think it's wise to go and question him we could get some very useful information out of him, I mean the guy was the most feared dark wizard not in Britain but in the fucking world—Blaise said.
—But what if he tries to manipulate us?" What if he tries to get you to free him?—Hermione questioned.
—That's a good point, what if he gives us the correct information?— Daphne added.
—Potentially it means you win a lot but you lose a lot too—Theo assured.
—In what sense?— Cedric asked.
—If he gives us the information we want whether it be spells, stratagems, and even information on how to get past being perceived—Theo explained—but he could easily lie to us and manipulate us into getting him out.
—In layman's terms, we can either shit the shitheads or an old man in a nursing home does shit to us—Ginny said wryly.
—What do you propose Harry?— Tracey said.
—I was thinking of going with him and before he gives me false information, subject him to a magical oath so that he would only give me real information, otherwise the magic mother would punish him by killing him—Harry assured.
—I still think that's a terrible idea—Daphne assured.
—It might work if we put him under an oath so he doesn't reveal anything about us to anyone else—Hermione suggested.
—Added to the fact that all the information he gives us is true and if he gives us false information he dies—Neville added—that sounds like a good plan."
—Then let's vote for this, all in favor of abandoning the old devil and seeking the help of a new old devil—the vote began.
They all looked at each other, some were still hesitant but they knew that the smart thing to do was to seek knowledge because as an old saying goes.
"It takes one monster to defeat another."
Everyone raised their hands in approval of the plan.
—Well— I look at his watch—Mione, what time will we meet with your uncles?"
—In half an hour Harry— Mione said—so I'd say it would be better to end the meeting here."
—I think the same—said Harry—well brothers, as I said, feel free to explore the mansion— a crooked smile appeared on his face—the bookworms except Hermione have free access to the library, so they can leave."
As if he had snapped his fingers the chairs where Tracey, Theo, Astoria, Blaise, Luna and Cedric had disappeared only hearing the footsteps of someone running and elves trying not to knock over the vases.
—You know they're not going to camp there—Ginny pointed out.
—I'm counting on it—Harry mentioned—now as I said it's a nice day so I suggest you spend it in the pool."
All the rest left the room, some went to the aforementioned pool to cool off, others toured the mansion while the trio of Harry, Hermione and Daphne were on their way to where the Grangers were when Ginny found them.
—Hey Harr can I talk to you?—Ginny asked.
—What's up Gin-antonic—he joked.
—HAHA very funny Harry— sarcasm dripped in his voice —he wanted to talk about something.
—Tell me.
—You see, things at home haven't been good since Ron's death. First it was Percy with his lamb attitude—Ginny mumbled— after my parents mainly saying that Dumbledore knows what he's doing and that you were very irresponsible for not following Dumbledore's advice. just as it has called into question your marriage to Daphne.
Hearing this, Harry was not very surprised, he knew well that although he had accepted his relationship with Daphne, Mrs. Weasley still expected Harry to opt for the youngest of the Weasleys and for Ginny to end up with Blaise (a fact that generated his reluctance to return to the burrow after the funeral) which he found somewhat insulting.
For while Mrs. Weasley had given him shelter for the last stretch of the summer before second year as well as a place to sleep, Harry's overprotective, manipulative, controlling attitudes were evident as much as it irritated him. it was her attitude of wanting to occupy the role of mother in her life because although.
He felt that in his life Hermione's mother, Emma was the one who occupied that place because Emma let him make his decisions despite the fact that sometimes he disagreed with him, but he knew that if he fell she would be there ready to help him get up because sometimes parents wanting to protect too much end up causing more pain than letting be.
On the other hand, he found it shocking and almost blasphemous how people came to idealize other "superior" saying that as if that person said something, it should be done as if it were law.
That seemed irrational in Harry's mind for one simple reason.
The irony of the perfection of the human being is his own imperfection.
The human being by nature tends to make mistakes or/or fail throughout his life, sometimes it is even better to measure the number of failures than the number of achievements because when we fail we learn and manage to learn at the same time, so from a certain point of view You don't fail if you can't understand where you failed.
But since he entered the magical world Harry saw that everyone was not measured by that yardstick but rather that the magical world tended to idealize / deify people while others simply demonize them for not following a status quo.
That wasn't right because to Harry they weren't gods, they were men.
The blood, the ideals, where they are born from, does not matter because what weighs more in the end are the actions and decisions that are made.
And for Harry, Dumbledore's actions leave him at a very low level morally speaking because what's the point of leading one group of people against another if you so stubbornly refuse to do what is necessary because war is a horrible thing and no one deserves to go through that.
For Dumbledore it was more important to die with a "clean" soul than to live for having done what was necessary because they were supposed not to fall to his "level".
But what happens when you do not do what is necessary in a limit situation?
Why is it better to die to end up being a victim of self-limitation?
Do people who attack others for pleasure or an ideal really deserve a second chance? Can these people be redeemed and can they see the light?
The answer for Harry was simple.
Nope.
The only Death Eater he knew that he should be spared was Severus Snape.
Because he heard her story of how he was cheated and paid the price of seeing her best friend die and then knowing that the only tangent memory left of her was mistreated.
Because he didn't want one class to impose on another, he didn't want to torture and kill even if his first murder was because he protected his mother from his father's mistreatment.
He did not excuse it but it was understandable, in extreme situations to protect those we love we can do anything.
Going back to his situation but I make a note in his mind to talk to the potionist later.
—I understand your situation Ginny—he put a hand on his shoulder—if the situation gets complicated I want you to know that you and the twins will always have a place in this house and at my table.
—Harry me, us.
—I don't want to hear it, you and your brothers have been good to me. I don't doubt that if my father had known the twins he would have taken them because of his love for jokes—he said honestly—and if I had a sister apart from Hermione, I would wish that it was you
—I understand but this would not be excessive, I do not want to make you and Daphne uncomfortable.
—No problem, this house is freakishly big and like Harry said you're family, redhead— Daphne said.
—Understood in the hypothetical case that we need a new asylum…
—You're more than welcome to the wolf's lair—he said cryptically as she backed away.
They reached the fireplace where they would go to Black Manor and then drive to Crawley for the meeting with Hermione's uncles, no doubt she has a busy day ahead of her, but she was happy that it was so.
Because it meant that they were already waging their war.