Aberforth and Akaltra(Part 3,
Continued)
At John Fwitkey Potter’s funeral, Alastor Harry Fwitkey Potter was 12 years old and already the Head of Bellechenezang Isle Magic. His mother had become Headmistress of Ilvermony Auror School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Once he was 18 years old, Alastor would leave the house to seek out this man, and kill him, and avenge his father. 6 years later, he set off in search of the evil man who was seen in his second year at Ilvermony. Finally, in the middle of the Ferrington Forest, an army stood, in black, hooded robes and silver masks, surrounding a Dark wizard, who was talking with one of his followers.
“My lord, I prefer K.P., but if you insist on Death Eaters I will not object.”
“You are announced our general, yet you do not know what our name shall be? I suppose you remember, in the time of Harry Potter, Dumbledore’s Army? That is what we shall call ourselves, the Dark Army of the New Voldemort.”
“Yes, yes, whatever you say, my lord.”
“Now, call up the army!”
“I call upon the servants of Asandre Livcorpus Vlastor, the Dark Army of the New Voldemort!”
From all directions the soldiers came.
“Come before me, your new master! I, who killed Potter! The greatest Dark Lord in the world! Bow, and let us set upon the task of conquering the island! I have gone to immortality, or closer than any man has! My works are far more than the Order! Come, abandon those who do not want to join me!Join the Dark Lord and the New Voldemort, Asandre Livcorpus Vlastor!”
He picked up a diadem and said,”Horcruxo Enchanto!”
Meanwhile, on the edge of the Ferrington Forest, Alastor heard everything. He knew what ‘I have gone to immortality, or closer than any man has!’ meant. He had made presumably 8 Horcruxes, transformed his heart and brain into an enchantedobject, most likely a bone, replaced his bones and muscles with magic, and had sank much too deeply into the Dark Arts. Therefore, it would be impossible to destroy him without destroying all of these objects. Otherwise, he would be practically immortal, inhuman, not alive, not dead, not spiritual, not memory, enhanced, enchanted, and past the darkest, most evil, magic. Alastor then went home and called up the members of the Order of Bellechenezang Isle Magic and staff and students at Ilvermony Auror School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to a meeting.
Once the forces of good were rounded up, he went on with the speech.
“Thank you for coming. I have news. Vlastor is rallying the Dark Forces and is currently immortal and inhuman. Aurors, teachers, find the Horcruxes he has made. Administrators, students, the bone. And the Order, go rally up all those still loyal to the Order and their families. You are dismissed.”
Everyone left to their duties. Alastor met with Alpaica that night.
“We have everyone alert and ready.”
“I’m not sure that is enough. Your father, dead.”
“Yes, yes, but if it is not enough for you, add whatever you want.”
‘I want to add the downfall of the Presidency of the Wizengamot.”
“But, uncle, that is impossible. The Order if under the Presidency.”
“Nephew, have you ever come to your senses? The Presidency is property of the Dark Forces! If you have no power to bring them down, I will do it myself!”
“Okay, I get your point, but all I’m saying is that it will cost a lot to destroy the Presidency.”
They left the pub and went home. Everyone had finished their duties a week later. All the people still loyal to the Order came. The next step would be the assault on the Presidency, the seemingly craziest idea ever.
TO BE CONTINUED
