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Chapter 5: Silent as a Grave

When the golden snitch flew towards his face with such speed, Harry knew he had to either dodge it or catch it or he could lose a tooth. Despite its small size, the snitch was made to be tough enough to survive the occasional accident such as banging against a bludger or hitting a stand at a stadium during its errant flight. If it had been something else, Harry would likely have dodged it, but with a snitch, it was almost a trained reaction for him to seize control of it, and thus he had acted before thinking it through.

As the portkey in the snitch activated, a hot sensation rushed through him and the girls momentarily as the chain he carried along with the small silver locket activated, and the portkey diverter proved its worth. It had a portkey function of its own in case they had been taken by other means such as apparition, but given that they'd learned the cup was a portkey to take the champion that won before the judges, they had gambled on the off-chance that the plot to kidnap him relied on a portkey as well.

Appearing in a small stone cell they felt the stunners slam into them and faded to sleep, but while Hermione was panicking in that quick moment of seeing their surroundings after the landing, Luna and Harry were at ease. Waking up a few minutes later to an Enervate from Sirius' new wand, they were resting in a comfortable guest bedroom besides a still sleeping Hermione Granger, and Sirius had a serious look on his face for a change.

"So, who was it?" He asked briefly, earning a groan from Harry. "Moody, with a damn portkey-snitch." He showed the golden orb still attached to his hand like glue, causing Sirius to dispel the sticking charm. "Right, I'll take that and the squad of French aurors is ready to move now. I'll leave you to this mess." He smiled and waved, apparating away to carry out his part.

"Well Harry, its best we ask Hermione if she wants to come along then or if she would still like to go back to Hogwarts." Luna said a bit sadly. Truthfully, she liked Hermione if only she did not have such authority worship to her behavior. Perhaps the fact they had been failed by adults yet again and the search for facts about the other schools would help convince her. If not, they'd give her a return portkey to Hogsmeade and leave this place before the professors at Hogwarts could track them down.

At the grave-yard the traitorous rat heard the noise of air being quickly replaced by incoming portkey, and grinned slightly. Finally. It had taken a while to get everything in order, but the master's plan had worked even without the boy being a champion, perhaps a lot easier actually. He'd have to ask Barty when he returned, the traitor thought to himself while picking up the bundled up dark lord in a baby body, grinning wickedly while holding to his wand with the other hand to go welcome their guest.

In the mist-covered grave yard, he saw a lone figure shuffling around looking confused, short and somewhat spiky dark hair. The lightning bolt on the forehead. Yes, yes they had succeeded, and no witnesses either! "Stupefy!" He shouted and stunned the boy, as the dark lord in baby form hissed. "Nice work, Wormtail, now hurry we need to get him to the ritual site..."

Before he could carry on more however, a dozen figures rose up from behind the gravestones and a rain of stunners, body-binders and confounding hexes rushed forth. Wormtail panicked trying to put up a shield, but against an onslaught of twelve or perhaps more it was like trying to stop an arrow in flight by catching it before your face. Highly unlikely to work, perhaps professional with a lot of practice could do it, but it would require serious talent. So the end result of a bound, confounded and stunned Wormtail left a babymort on the ground, as the French aurors moved in quickly to stun and bind the tiny figure as well and inspect the site.

Short time later, a wand was pressed on Wormtail's tattoo, and as new figures in masks began to appear, a rain of curses flew once more, but this time there was no intent to try and take anyone in alive. Piercing hexes, bludgeoning curses, cutting curses, bombardment, the incoming figures barely had time to realize they were under attack before they fell, and the ones that died right away were lucky.

The French Aurors involved in this were all muggle-born or half-bloods, many of whom had been born in Britain and grown up knowing about the threat of Voldemort. Having left Britain to live in France where things were far more equal than they were in Britain, they still felt they owed it to the land of their birth to rid it of the dark wanker. They might not be there in their official capacity, and they might not report to the British DMLE, but they felt they were aurors acting under wartime orders and carried out wartime justice upon the enemy. Any that arrived that quickly were willing worshippers of worm-feeding warmonger, not imperious idiots.

In the silence of the graveyard, several masks were removed and prominent pureblood faces revealed. Several pictures were taken, and the masks returned in place, before the french aurors, and their polyjuiced bait in the form of Sirius Black left along with the captured dark wanker and the 'late order of Merlin first class recipient, Peter Pettigrew'. The French Gazette would have a field day with the evidence of British incompetence proven when Peter would face the court, though the dark wanker had a date with the French Unspeakables.

Back at Hogwarts people were congratulating their champion when a few students at the stands who had been sitting behind and above the missing trio began to shout out about Harry and his girls having gone missing. More than a few people looked up puzzled by Dumbledore smiled cruelly for a short moment. Yes, everything was proceeding as it should. With the prophecy set in motion once more the boy would eventually fall, weakening Voldemort would be a bonus but not necessary, once the prophecy was invalidated then Albus Dumbledore could step up front and center and claim the role of a hero and victorious vanquisher once more.

At the outskirts of the castle grounds professor Moody was preparing to portkey out of the place as well, the wards having snapped back into place soon after the champions had arrived before the judges, and he knew he had to cross the gates outside the wards before he could truly leave. He had delayed his own exit a bit longer to see how things went, but he was no worried, he'd be out of there and back at his master's side before they'd realize he was missing.

As Moody rushed towards the gates the polyjuice was starting to wear off but he had no desire to drink any more of the disgusting swill now that he did not have to. Hurrying ahead, he was nearly at the gates when he saw a squad of three witches step out from the shadows near the gates. He was still raising his wand when the stunners landed on him, slamming him down. Another curse bound him in ropes, while a third petrified him in his stunned, bound state. One of the witches stepped forth to rip off his sleeve to expose the dark mark on his arm, and another cast a charm on his polyjuice flask to make it glow brightly. Figure that would make the British Pureblood aurors think to check it too, well, possibly at least.

Lastly, they cast a huge fireworks display in the air above the captive professor, before retreating back outside the gates and portkeying away. Let the British sweat it out when they found that the boy-who-lived had been captured from school grounds, and a death-eater had been teaching at their school under polyjuice for several months already. Let the British ministry try and explain why a man that should already be dead was alive and back in the dark wanker's service.

Grasping their own return portkey, the witches smirked coldly as they repeated as one holding onto the metal rod tightly, "Viva la France!" With a quick tug, they were all gone, but at Hogwarts grounds, the approaching, curious crowd was just about to see the man who had set it all in motion under Dumbledore's incompetent eyes. When the papers in France would report the news, the British would be hard pressed to argue about Sirius Black anymore either, especially with Peter Pettigrew at trial in France as well.

The ones that left Barty Crouch Junior behind to be captured and quite possibly kissed for his part in stealing the boy-who-lived, and the ones that left the Pureblood bigots in murderer masks in the graveyard would receive a quiet compensation for their help, and swear to keep things secret. The official secrets act would cover their actions, and the lone report that would be made in the archives would mark it as a successful anti-terror operation that would not be spoken of for the next fifty years.

Capturing the active part of the Dark Wanker would let the Unspeakables start cutting off his anchors one at a time, simply snapping the connections out by cutting the astral strings from Voldemort's sides. His horcruxes would not be destroyed by that, but without a connection they would not keep him alive and active. Besides, having the active part of Voldemort's soul, they could interrogate him, track down those pieces, and eradicate them at their leisure. Voldemort himself would be in for a nasty set of tests before he would be thrown into the well of the damned, quite similar to the veil of death in Britain but still actively used here with the truly despicable.

The following years were harsh on British ministry of magic, as the other nations were starting to openly mock the backwards manners some clung onto. The pureblood elite in other nations chose to stick to 'traditionalist' academies like Durmstrang but they had be a lot more careful, while the British purebloods had been vocal and abusive for years. The graduated muggleborn and half-bloods mostly chose a life outside of Britain, and the competence level of the ministry degraded with each generation.

Dumbledore faced an inquiry on the missing Potter Heir, and as the Potter will had been broken open on the Heir's own wishes the revelations that began with the evidence in a will that Dumbledore himself had sealed began the process of burying him. The French had caught them in a lie, and Dumbledore was blamed about Sirius' lack of trial. Harry Potter was missing, and Dumbledore was blamed for failing the boy. The Lovegood heiress was missing and the purebloods were up in arms about Dumbledore failing to protect their children. The most brilliant witch of the century was gone, and her family had had some choice words to McGonagall before demanding all her paperwork in case the girl ever came back home so she could go to another school since they no longer trusted Hogwarts. Xenophilius Lovegood followed their example with the files for Luna.

The goblins attacked people financially who had taken from the Potter vaults without permission. Granted, what they could take was hardly even the annual interest since the main vault would not open to anyone but a Potter by blood, and thus Dumbledore had been unable to rob it, err, borrow it for the sake of the greater good.

Worse still the goblins made it public, and along with all the other charges it made the people finally snap and decide enough was enough. Dumbledore found himself kicked out of Wizengamot, kicked out of Hogwarts, and left with just the old Dumbledore manor and the gold he had stored in the vault beneath the old building. He wasn't a knutless old bastard, but people spat after him and cursed his name. He wasn't dead and waited for the inevitable return of the Dark Lord with a cold grin on his lips, knowing that when things went wrong the people would turn back for him and all would be forgiven, Dumbledore could do no wrong after all.

So many pureblood lineages were dead though that the number of new heads still at school made the British Wizengamot unable to reach any decisions for a while, as many of the new Heads of their families were unwilling to name a proxy, wary of any deception that might follow given the names that had already been crossed over in the family registers.

In the meanwhile, across the Atlantic Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood were studying for their masteries, both of them seeing one another and seeing other people. They had not rushed to sex but they had a good feeling they were going to celebrate that way when they had their mastery, but for now, they were in no rush. Both were seeing if they wanted to be with someone else, but in the end it seemed all the signs pointed out that they were better off with one another than they might have been with another person.

Hermione was reunited with her parents but had agreed that Britain was not for her, she had entered a very prestigious all-girls-academy on her father's insistence but kept in contact with Harry and Luna weekly by the use of enchanted mirrors. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin had been working together to make the mirrors more practical, allowing one mirror to connect to multiple recipients, but so far it seemed one mirror could at most have five different connections. Still, it was starting to pick up interest and some muggle-born had picked up disguising them as cell-phones, making the glass rather small but focusing mostly on carrying out the voice rather than necessarily the image, in these creations.

Leaving Britain, Harry had not been able to retrieve his school records without announcing where he was staying at but his placement tests had put him back in his proper year-grade, other than history where he was held back due to the state of education in magical Britain. He was catching up quickly though and proving himself a good student. Luna's kisses and caresses were a great motivator after all. Finally, their OWLs and NEWTs done, the two had chosen to stay for their Masteries as well.

When they met Hermione again she had managed to shed away the blind authority worship and taken up a healthy sense of wariness. She questioned Harry about the previous years and admitted (reluctantly) that Harry had not been at his best with the lessons because he had to worry about being killed every year and dealing with too much other trouble. She had also congratulated Luna for her engagement ring, a bit of jealousy present but not overwhelming.

That was when an offer was made, one by each of the two, though Luna chose to give hers in private while Harry spoke his out in the cafe they met at in Seattle. "I need someone I can trust with my family business, the goblins have done well but I do not want to just live on my inheritance but make something of myself with that money. Luna and I have discussed this and we would like to make you a board member in our business, and receive an equal share of the profits. We may have good ideas but you have proven it so many times over the years that you can refine ideas from good to genius."

She knew it was a tempting offer, and she did want to work with her best friends for the coming years. It would help pay back her parents for the money that her education had cost, and it would give her a chance to do a lot of good too, making sure the business was ethical and profitable. She did not take long to accept this.

Luna's offer, however, caught her out of the loop for a moment and left her unable to answer that same day. "Harry is both the Head of Potters, and the Heir of Blacks. The present Head of Black, Sirius, is unfortunately sterile after a series of curses he went through in his school years, as well as the horrors of Azkaban exposure for so many long years. He may leave a fair bit for the lady he's sweet on but the family head after him will be Harry. This would let Harry have a second wife, and even if you'd not want that, Harry and I would both like you to stay with us. Friend, mistress, lover, a fellow wife, your decision will set out what all we may be but I am sure Harry would welcome you to be any and all of them."

As the decades passed, the wizarding world beyond Britain's shores continued to advance, while the pureblood remnants held onto their delusions of greatness and the thoughts of the old imperial era in their minds, with the talent and skill bleeding out to the foreign shores enriching them while leaving the strict pureblood regime in decline.

Dumbledore waited for the return of Voldemort for thirty years before one day Aberforth found the old man dead at the manor clutching onto his chest with one hand, and the other holding onto a newspaper proclaiming the French had tracked down and destroyed a spirit of a dark wizard and destroyed a series of illegal soul-anchors that had robbed it of its sanity long ago. He recognized the twisted image of the spirit's face and the shock of finding out someone else had derailed his plans had been too much for his old heart.

Two generations later the muggle-born revolution began to push the British Wizarding World back to the modern era, forcefully abolishing manners and methods that had been outdated and impractical, breaking down laws and prejudice that would forever strangle their potential, and opened the doors for new age of co-operation and improvement. Britain would once more be a great power among the other wizarding world nations, and they would be proud of their achievements and lineage, but the purity of blood would be damned in the same light as the mundane had damned Fascism at the end of the second world war.

End Chapter

A/N: Alright, last chapter, someone made a comment about this being a Dumbledore & Draco bashing bit.

Yes. Yes it is. I have never claimed otherwise.

I put together a bit of weird idea for a one-shot, and seeing as some people apparently enjoyed it I thought I would expand it a bit more to cover a crack-ish tale of amusement. I wouldn't take it seriously and would not recommend others do either, and if I said I was not planning to make Dumbledore seem villainous, well that would be something that those who have read my stories so far would probably laugh at. It is just a bit absurd to expect me to do otherwise when I consider the last 2 books of the HP-verse so bad I cherish any alternatives I see out there.

Well other than yaoi, but even some yaoi stories can be good occasionally, I just cannot make any sense of the Draco/Harry or Severus/Harry stories out there. Okay, some like it, but personally I see them at the same line as Ginny/Harry and the canon-ending. They are just not worth the read in my opinion.

Of course, opinions are like a**-holes, and my opinion can raise a huge stink in some crowds but they have their own opinions and are welcome to disagree with me and write what they want or read what they want. Those stories are unlikely to find a place on my favorites list but again, FFnet has a large number of writers and the best thing we can all do is keep writing I'd wager.

Thanks for the encouragement, and for this story, this is truly the End.