This is the last of the Aberforth and Akaltra series. I hope you enjoyed them!
Aberforth and Akaltra(Part 5)
Vlastor turned into a real Voldemort. Asandre Livcorpus Vlastor III had reinstated the Presidency of the Wizengamot and put in another organization, the Imperial Ministry of Bellechenezang Isle. The headmistress of Ilvermony Auror School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was killed and a Death Eater was appointed headmaster. The Isle’s darkness grew darker and the only sign of hope was that the Order of Bellechenezang Isle Magic stood. The Weekly Revelio was competing fiercely with the Daily Prophet of America. With 3 quarters of an island at his hands, shouldn’t Vlastor have stopped there? But Vlastor extended his rule over Bellechenezang Isle even further by taking another organization, the Order of Magical Order into his hands. That took him to 5 sevenths of the island’s power. In the Order of Bellechenezang Isle headquarters, Jonathan Astor Potter rushed up and down, casting defensive charms over the place.
“Protego Horribilis, Piertotum Locomotor, Cave Inimicum, Salvio Hexia, Protego Totalum, Fidelio. Okay, I guess that’s all I can do. Now, how are we going to take down the Presidency, Ministry, and Order. The Order of Bellechenezang Isle Magic is really all that’s left. There’s no one else willing to fight the new regime. Okay, hi Brutus.” A tall man had just walked by. He waved and continued walking. Jonathan walked to his office. They had destabilized the Order of Magical Order and the Presidency of the Wizengamot. The Order of Magical Order was already completely destroyed. The Presidency was crumbling, and in three days would be destroyed. The Ministry was stronger than ever, though, and Ilvermony was not yet going to fall. Vlastor was very trained in the Dark Arts, and Jonathan thought that the Order’s protective charms may not stand against him. He sorted through papers and called together fifty fighters to help him in the assault on Ilvermony. They marched through the forest and found themselves face-to-face with the school. They started launching spells.
“Stupefy! Impedimenta! Expelliarmus! Reducto! Alohomora! Avada Kedavra! Incarcerous! Desaugeo! Furnunculus! Crucio! Imperio! Sectusempra! Rictusempra!”, Jonathan shouted and all the other fifty followed. The spells crashed and the castle smoked and burned. They tried again.
“Incendio! Impertinent! Avada Kedavra!”
Students fell before the attack and Death Eaters came streaming out. Unexpectedly, the fifty fighters made Cursed Fire leap across the walls. Jonathan jumped and hurled across the battlefield into the school itself. He attacked Death Eaters running to help their friends and burst into the headmaster’s study. He found himself face-to-face with Arcturus Dolohov, the Death Eater headmaster. They dueled. The desk was smashed and the cupboards unhinged. Fire burned the room. Finally, Arcturus disappeared in a flash of robes and crashed through the window. Jonathan looked down into the grounds. He shouted, “Relashio!” and broke the chain across the headmaster’s study. His forces had barely won. Thirty-five of the original fifty had been killed. Nine more had been cursed or jinxed or hexed but still alive. They withdrew to show the Death Eaters rounded up. Jonathan and the six remaining men Disapparated back into the Order’s headquarters. They were all glad that Ilvermony had fallen but they nnow faced an even bigger problem, destroying the Ministry. If they were lucky, they could catch Vlastor there and kill him, or modify their memory. They prepared all the forces of the Order and set off. The plan was to Disapparate directly into the Ministry, destroy the defenses at the entrances, shut down the alarms, and attack. If it all went well, they would be able to surround the workers. The first part of the plan worked out smoothly but then something went wrong.
An alarm was set off and alerted everyone to the assault on the Ministry. Death Eaters ran towards the place from every direction, firing off spells everywhere. The Death Eaters outnumbered the Order members 7 to 3 but the Order had mostly better fighters if not counting Asandre Livcorpus Vlastor III. Jonathan was dueling him. They kept Disapparating all around the Ministry to confuse their opponent. A Killing Curse shot so close to Jonathan it was a milimeter from his skin. Jonathan fired a Stunning Spell back. They dueled harder than ever. Golden sparks flew from each wand. Vlastor’s was yew and unicorn hair, twelve and a half inches and Jonathan’s was chestnut and phoenix feather, thirteen inches. Finally, the duel ended when Jonathan shot two spells from his wand and Vlastor blocked one and dodged the other, but the one he blocked was Avada Kedavra and it hit him in the side. Vlastor fell back and Jonathan Disapparated back to the Order’s headquarters. The battle had been won. It was the end of the dark ages.