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The Corruption of Lily Potter	By : jamspectrum1274 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 93627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 2
Same day-London

          “Harry Potter.” The two Ministers said at the exact same time after they both felt the room around shake moderately. For Prime Minister Margarette Thatcher, and Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, who were enjoying a nice cup of tea after Fudge relayed to her the current state of affairs of Magical Britain, feeling the aftereffects of the Earthquake that violently shook Surrey had disturbed their quiet afternoon, and alerted them both to what was happening.
          Thatcher rushed to her office window and looked outside, while Fudge looked over to the office door just in time to see Kingsley Shacklebolt, an Auror assigned to protect the Prime Minister, nearly barge in after the shaking had subsided. After looking to see that London was seemingly unaffected by the Earthquake, Thatcher turned back to the portly, thin-haired Fudge and the tall, black and well-built Shacklebolt and said to the both of them: “Who is Harry Potter?”
          “Someone who is very important to our world, Madam Prime Minister.” Kingsley said to her truthfully. “And he is someone that isn’t supposed to tap into his raw magical abilities yet, especially at his age.”
          “How old is he?” Minister Thatcher frowned intently and asked.
          “According to our records, he’s only just turned seven two months ago.” Kingsley replied, also frowning at the look Fudge was giving him. However, he strongly believed in being truthful, which is why he never saw himself involved in politics. “Harry may have been able to done things on a very minor scale, but to excerpt this much raw energy, no child can survive that.”
          “You’re not saying that this boy is now dead, are you Shacklebolt?” Thatcher solemnly asked him, almost ignoring the look of fear on Fudge’s face. After Kingsley slowly nodded, she looked over to Fudge and asked: “If this boy was so important to your world, Cornelius, then why are you just telling me now about him?”
          After a very long pause of silence, Fudge answered her. “It would be best to discuss this at a later date, Madam Prime Minster. We both have our duties to attend to. I have to immediately send my Aurors to Surrey to help repair the damages, as well as modify the memories of any who may have saw the event occur. You need to declare a state of emergency for Surrey and send rescue teams at once.”
          “Very well, Cornelius.” She answered, going over to her desk and picking up her phone. “We will talk about Harry Potter at our next meeting. Good day, gentlemen.”
          “Good day, Madam Prime Minister.” Fudge said with a respectful bow, with Kingsley following suit. He then turned to Kingsley and said: “Shacklebolt, contact Professor Dumbledore immediately. I want to know exactly what happened, starting with how Harry Potter caused a devastating Earthquake.”
          “Of course, Minister.” Kingsley bowed to him before Apparating away before their very eyes. Thatcher blinked as she was just getting in touch with the mayor of Surrey, for while she has seen this magical ability to teleport from time-to-time, she never did get used to it.
          After Kingsley Apparated away, Fudge turned to the large fireplace on the side wall, and bowing to Prime Minister Thatcher one last time, he grabbed some purple powder from the large empty candelabra attached to the fireplace, and through it into the flame. The fire instantly turned green and Fudge immediately stepped in, disappearing altogether from the Prime Minister’s office, and reappearing into his own a moment later. As soon as he entered his office, though, he noticed the figure of Albus Dumbledore standing solemnly on the opposite side of Fudge’s desk. Fudge sighed heavily as he saw Dumbledore in his office, for he hated every time he did that.
          ‘How does he always know?’ Fudge thought as he walked over and took Dumbledore’s offered hand, shaking it respectfully. He then went over to his side of his desk and took his seat. “We have much to discuss, Albus, but I’m sure you know that already.”
          “Indeed, I do, Minister.” Dumbledore said respectfully, taking a seat on the opposite side. “However, I should tell you that I have taken the liberty of dispatching Aurors to Surrey on your behalf.”
          “Excellent old friend, but right now I have only one question: Is Harry Potter still alive?”
          Dumbledore simply frowned and nodded before truthfully answering. “Yes Cornelius. I’m afraid he is.”

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Earlier-Somewhere outside London

          Alice Longbottom had just picked her son Neville up from school and was slowly walking home listening to him tell her about his day. Neville was happy, mostly, for he did listen to his teacher and had a very good friend named Dean Thomas, but he did always forget something. Alice simply smiled at this, although his grandmother Augusta was very hard on him every time he did forget something. For Alice, Neville had the same absentmindedness of his father when he was Neville’s age. Alice even laughed silently as she remembered the time when Augusta sent Frank a Remembrall when they were at Hogwarts and Frank lost it not two hours after he had gotten it. She had to help him look all over the Great Hall looking for it for hours until Professor Dumbledore himself walked over to them and handed it right to Frank, chucking softly and telling Frank how much he reminded Dumbledore of Frank’s father. Alice chuckled a little louder thinking how absentmindedness runs in the Longbottom family.
          “Mum, did I say something funny?’ the seven-year-old brunette asked her.
          “Sorry, son. I was just thinking about how much you remind me of your father and how he used to forget things too.” She replied, smiling down at him. Grabbing his hand, she began walking again. “Come on, your Grandmother will throw a fit if we’re not home on time. You know how she tends to get when things are not perfect for her.”
          “Yes, Mum. I…I forgot Trevor!” Neville stopped in his tracks, grasping his mother’s hand tightly. Pulling his mother in the opposite direction, he said: “Mum, we have to go back to school! I’ll be horrified if something were to happen to him.”
          “Again?” Alice said to him, frowning this time at his absentmindedness. Turning back in the school’s direction, she added: “Where did you leave him this time?”
          “I don’t know, I think…” Neville started to say, but right at that time, they began to feel the ground tremble and shake beneath them. Alice immediately pulled her son over to the brick wall of one of the stores they were passing by and held Neville tightly. She watched as people all around them did their best to protect themselves from the Earthquake, however, it only lasted for a minute or so when it dissipated quickly. Afterwards though, every person, Alice and Neville included, were compelled to say one person’s name.
          “Harry Potter.”
          Alice immediately gasped afterwards and the sudden realization of her godson’s name being on everyone’s lips. Letting go of her son, she looked around to see people all around her muttering to each other at what they just said. Neville looked up at his mother, slightly scared at saying the name he had heard his mother and grandmother mention several times, and when he asked who Harry Potter was, the only answer he got from them was that he was a hero to the wizarding world and that he would meet him one day. However, by the look on his mother’s face at that exact moment, he was beginning to doubt the fact.
          “Neville.” Alice grabbed his hand very tightly and said. “We need to go home now. I’m sorry about your frog, but we can’t worry about him right now. Understand?”
          “Yes, Mum.” Neville said as they were already moving towards their home, Alice nearly yanking her own son by his arm. Neville winced at the force his mother was pulling him, but did his best to keep up, for there were times when his mother scared him more than his grandmother did. This was definitely one of those times.
          Nearly a half of an hour later, Alice and Neville Longbottom crossed through a park where children loved to play and came to a large and thick wall of bushes that stood against an even larger brick wall. No one outside of the Longbottom’s knew what was on the other side of this wall, and no one really bothered to ask. Alice looked around quickly to see if anyone was paying attention to them, and after realizing it was safe, they passed through the magical barrier of their home: Longbottom Manor.
          Entering through the front door of their large home, Alice instantly began hearing the raised voice of her mother-in-law talking to a man whom she did not recognize. Closing the door silently, and whispering to Neville to go upstairs to his room, Alice walked forward into their living room and moved toward the den, where the voices were speaking.
          “Just because you were ordered to come here doesn’t mean I have to acknowledge it!” Augusta Longbottom shouted, nearly shaking the furniture around Alice. Alice listened closely by the closed door waiting to hear the other one speak so she knew what this was about. However, Augusta continued shouting. “I don’t care what that old bat says; I’m not about to let some bloody American interfere with a British matter!”
          “Lady Augusta Longbottom,” The man began to say, talking with the greatest of respect towards her. Alice still did not recognize this man’s voice, although she really never talked to an American wizard to begin with. “I came here under direct orders from Perenelle Flamel herself, and in case you forgot; she is our Head Sorceress. Also, with all due respect; that is my mother you are calling an old bat.”
          “The Covenants may state that I have to bow to her will when matters are most dire, but as Lady of Longbottom House, and British Voice of The Coven, the fate of Harry Potter is mine to decide, not hers.” Augusta snapped at the male again, stomping her feet once so hard the whole house shook.
          Alice gasped in shock at hearing Augusta mentioning Harry’s name to this person, as well as hearing of this Coven for the first time in her life. Augusta wasn’t known for keeping secrets very well to herself, as she was more known for letting her opinion known quite loudly at times to any who would here, and some who didn’t. However, it seemed to Alice that her mother-in-law had kept her lips shut about this Coven. Straining against the door frame, she continued listening.
          “What of the Ministry then?” He asked calmly, although Alice could swear she heard a hint of anger as he said ‘Ministry’. “They surely have sent Aurors to Privet Drive, where Harry Potter still is. Now what do you think they are going to do when they find the boy? We both know that Harry caused that Earthquake, so bickering right now is pointless. So, do I have your direct permission to act as I deem fit, in order to protect Harry Potter from any and all harm?”
          Grumbling for a few moments, and stomping her feet some more, she finally said: “Alice, you can come in now. We both know you are here just outside.”
          Alice slowly opened the door and entered to see Augusta glaring hard at a thin, short dark-blonde haired man dressed in a beige business suit and wearing sunglasses in a very dark room. Curiosity got the better of her as she stared intently at his sunglasses. As she got closer, Augusta snapped at her immediately.
          “Alice! One does not stare willy-nilly at something they don’t understand!” Augusta said nearly making Alice grab her heart as she did. “Now, please show proper respect and introduce yourself!”
          “That’s quite alright, Lady Augusta.” He said before turning to face Alice and bowing respectfully. “Lady Alice Longbottom, allow me the curtesy of introducing myself: I am Thaddeus Matthew Prendergast Flamel, son of the famous Alchemist Nicholas and Seer Perenelle Flamel. I am honored to meet you, ma’am.”
          “Thank you, Mr. Flamel, but Mrs. Longbottom will have to do.” Alice responded, returning his bow. “I choose not to take that title after my husband died. We both wanted Neville to have as normal of a childhood as he possibly can.”
          “No need to explain, Mrs. Longbottom.” Thaddeus stated. “Your husband and I met each other once, just before his death, along with James Potter, of course. However, now is not the time to discuss it. As Harry Potter’s Godmother, I request your company as we must get to Privet Drive in Surrey as soon as possible. I will need your help in assuring Harry’s protection from both the wizarding world as well as, as you call them, muggle world.”
          “Why would my Godson need protection from the wizarding world?” Alice asked quickly, her frown becoming quite apparent. “He is ‘The Boy Who Lived’ after all, any true wizard or witch would give their life for him. I damn well would.”
          “Alice, go with him now!” Augusta told her with fierceness in her eyes. “He will explain everything after you two assure Harry Potter’s safety. Now go at once! I’ll watch after Neville while you’re gone.”
          Alice stared almost blankly at her mother-in-law’s order as Thaddeus, this unknown man who somehow knew both Frank and James, offered his hand to Alice. Taking a slow, deep breath, she grabbed it tightly and closing her eyes, she felt her body almost shrink itself into nothingness as they both Disapparated away.

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Hours after the Earthquake-Privet Drive

          “I don’t care about Harry Potter right now!” Petunia Dursley snapped with her son Dudley next to her. “I want you to take us to my husband Vernon right now!”
          “As I have told you before, Mrs. Dursley,” The pinned-striped suit, long-haired man told her. “Both your husband and his sister have been taken to Hospital. They are in severe, yet stable conditions at the moment. However, I am sorry to say that your dog did not make it.”
          “He was not my dog, he was Marge’s!” She shouted at the tall man. “And I have already told you: I do not know where my nephew is right now! If he is dead, then he’s dead. If he’s alive, then he’s going to wish he wasn’t!”
          At that point, she turned on her heel and marched away, pulling her nearly overweight son Dudley with her. The pinned-striped suit man shook his head in disappointment before he turned to another, slightly older gentleman wearing nearly the same outfit. “I’m sorry sir, but that bloody muggle doesn’t know where her nephew is. There’s no telling if we may ever find his body, sir.”
          “There’s no need to be so negative, Pius.” The older man told him, staring at the ruins of #4 Privet Drive. “We must not give up our search until we have positive proof of his life or death. Is that understood, Mr. Thicknesse?”
          “Yes, sir, Mr. Scrimgeour. I understand.” Pius responded, frowning at the fact that he still had to deal with the muggles who lived on the street.
          Rufus Scrimgeour sighed deeply as he watched his Head Auror walked down the street to question the muggles who survived. Looking around the street, Scrimgeour could not believe that the people who lived here mostly survived the Earthquake that a seven-year-old boy somehow caused. He had already received the preliminary reports of the damage in Surrey: so far only 25 muggles were killed in the violent event, with almost 4 times that many severely or critically injured. His Aurors have done what they could to repair the extensive damage, but with muggle rescue units already on scene, any more help from them would not be possible until they knew that they could do so with little or no muggle involvement. However, the Aurors primary objective was to find Harry Potter, whether he was alive or dead, and determine how a seven-year-old could wield such devastating magic.
          At the moment, his attention was immediately drawn to a pair of figures approaching Privet Drive from the south. A man who Scrimgeour did not recognize, and a woman who he identified immediately as Alice Longbottom. A frown grew on his face as he noticed that the pair was walking strait for him. As they got closer, however, the beige-suit man turned towards the wreckage of the Dursley’s home as Alice walked straight up to him.
          “Mr. Scrimgeour,” Alice said respectfully, with her voice full of emotion as well. “I would like to apologize for showing up quite abruptly, but as you should know, I am Harry Potter’s Godmother. As such, I am here to see to his wellbeing as well as his protection, should he need it.”
          Scrimgeour nodded his understanding, but his attention was drawn to the man who had accompanied Mrs. Longbottom. At the moment, he seemed to be talking to himself as he was kneeling over the rubble that was once the Dursley’s living room. Scrimgeour kept his eyes on the strange gentleman, who was for some reason wearing sunglasses at night, and asked Mrs. Longbottom: “Mrs. Longbottom, can you please tell me who is that man and why is he searching through the rubble of that house?”
          Alice took a deep breath before answering. “My mother-in-law told me to take him with me to help search for Harry. I only know that his name is Thaddeus and he specializes in finding people who might not want to be found.”
          At that point, this Thaddeus gentleman had pulled something from the rubble. At first, Scrimgeour couldn’t recognize what he pulled, but as he walked closer back to them, he saw that it was a destroyed, burnt tambourine. As he made his way to them, he tossed it straight to Scrimgeour and glared at him.
          “Do you know what that is, sir?” Thaddeus directly asked Scrimgeour, glaring down the clearly taller man. Scrimgeour blinked as he heard Thaddeus’ American accent and wondered why this wizard was in England in the first place.
          “I believe even you Americans believe in a sense of decorum. I am Rufus Scrimgeour, Head of the Auror Department for the Ministry of Magic.” He told him, showing that he wasn’t going to be bullied by this American wizard. “Now, who might you be, young sir.”
          “As Mrs. Longbottom clearly told you, you can call me Thaddeus.” He said, trying to keep his anger in check. “And I know that because I heard her say that to you. Now, while I apologize for my rudeness, we are here to ensure the safety of Harry Potter. Which brings me back to that item in your hand, sir. So, I ask again: do you know what that is?”
          Scrimgeour wrinkled his nose in disgust at the way Thaddeus was talking to him, but decided to turn his attention to the object in his hand. By all appearances, it looked like a normal tambourine that was destroyed in the Earthquake and burnt to…No wait. It was not burnt, it was black. He examined the sides and back of it, and every piece of it was colored black for some reason. Scrimgeour shook it was and opened his eyes wider when it made absolutely no sound. It was then that he noticed that a small symbol barely visible to the naked eye, and as soon as he recognized it, he dropped the tambourine to the ground. The symbol was an upside down cross merged with a swastika.
          “Human Supremacists!” Scrimgeour almost bellowed out in anger. The Aurors searching Privet Drive all stopped when they heard that name. Every Ministry Auror was taught about this wizard and witch hating group, and were given direct orders to avoid them at all costs. However, Scrimgeour shook his head unbelievingly at what he was seeing. “Impossible! The last grouping in Europe was in Germany during World War II, and they were all but destroyed by their own muggle means.”
          “Be that as it may, Mr. Scrimgeour.” Thaddeus said to him, calmer now that he saw the surprise on his face. “They are here now, and at least one of the Dursley’s is a member. I believe that they were using this prior to Harry’s magical outburst. If that is the case, then I suggest you find the Dursleys and question them at length about that item, as well as what they were doing with it. Also, seeing as Harry Potter is nowhere to be found around here, I suggest that you go to his school as well as the hospitals nearby.”
          “That’s a very good idea, Thaddeus.” Scrimgeour responded, waving his hand to get the attention of his Aurors. “And what of you and Mrs. Longbottom?”
          “There’s a public park with a playground just a few blocks over.” Thaddeus answered. “With your permission, we would like to search there to see if he might be there.”
          At that point, Pius Thicknesse and the other Aurors had formed a circle around the three of them. Scrimgeour looked over to Thicknesse and said: “Pius, you and Rancorn will accompany Mrs. Longbottom and, I’m sorry, but I didn’t get your last name.” He turned back to Thaddeus.
          “It’s Prendergast.” Thaddeus responded simply, noting that several Aurors were whispering to each other afterwards.
          Scrimgeour nodded with understanding to him before turning back to Thicknesse. “As I said; you two will accompany them to the children’s playground and help them search for Harry Potter.” He told him before turning to the other Aurors. “The rest of you; spread out and search his school as well as local hospitals nearby. If anyone spots Harry Potter, they are to alert me immediately. Is that understood?”
          They all answered him with the same answer as they all went in different directions away from Privet Drive. Scrimgeour paid especially close attention to Mrs. Longbottom and the now identified Mr. Prendergast as they walked with Thicknesse and Albert Rancorn to the east towards the park. He frowned as he looked on deep in thought at this American wizard who had the unfortunate luck of having the last name of Prendergast, for even British wizards and witches knew of the Prendergasts and their reputation. When they were far enough away, Scrimgeour Apparated away to the Ministry with the single thought of Dumbledore and Fudge would want to know what just happened.

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Several minutes later-Children’s playground

          Alice Longbottom grew increasingly concerned for her godson’s wellbeing as the four of them approached the playground. It was increasingly harder to walk there as several streets had been destroyed by the earthquake. However, they were able to find a dirt path through a pipe tunnel that was still surprisingly whole after the devastation around the neighborhood. They were careful, though, as Thaddeus led them all to their destination, being exceedingly careful not to endanger their lives while walking towards the public park. Finally, they had reached their destination and saw a short, stout old lady standing by the merry-go-round as she was looking down at a small figure laying down against it. The four of them quickly ran to them as they immediately recognized the small figure as Harry Potter.
          “Mrs. Longbottom?” The old lady looked towards the group that rushed towards them. Thaddeus instantly bent down to check on Harry as Alice looked wide-eyed at the form of the person protecting him.
          “Mrs. Figg?” Alice stood in front of her and looked at her in total shock. “What are you doing here?”
          “Dumbledore asked me to watch over Harry last year.” Mrs. Figg answered, looking back down at the passed-out Harry. “However, after seeing what the Dursleys were doing to Harry, I am wondering why he hasn’t acted yet.”
          “Silence, you Squib!” Thicknesse glared at the old woman. “You do not get to question the great Albus Dumbledore. You…”
          “Actually, Mr. Thicknesse.” Thaddeus interrupted him as stood up and face both him and Rancorn. “I think both of you have done your job in finding Harry Potter, so allow me to show my appreciation: Petrificus Totalus!”
          Both Thicknesse and Rancorn froze instantly and fell down backwards, shocking both Alice and Mrs. Figg as Thaddeus just pointed two fingers from each hand at each man. There was no wand in either hand as Thaddeus walked over to each man and, one at a time, pointed his fingers over them and said: “Obliviate!”
          Both women looked on in shocked silence as Thaddeus erased both Pius Thicknesse’s and Albert Rancorn’s memories. What shocked them the most wasn’t the fact that he attacked two Aurors, it was that fact that he was wandlessly using magic. By the time he had finished with the two wizards, he walked back over to them and said: “They won’t remember a thing after showing up here. I modified their memories just enough to believe that we didn’t find Harry and choose to go back to Longbottom Manor.”
          “I don’t understand?” Alice finally had found her voice. “How can you use magic without a wand, and why did you attack them in the first place?”
          “I am a member of the Coven, Mrs. Longbottom.” Thaddeus answered her as he went to check on Harry again. “Every member, whether witch or wizard, has that specific ability to do so. That includes my mother as well as your mother-in-law. As for why I attack them, I can’t answer that just yet. Some secrets, even mine, need to be opened only when the time is right.”
          “Who are you sir, and what do you want with Harry?” Mrs. Figg spoke up, still shocked to see this man’s level of magic.
          “My name is Thaddeus Matthew Prendergast Flamel, Mrs. Arabella Figg.” He responded, not taking his sunglassed eyes over Harry. “I am charged by Perenelle Flamel to protect Harry Potter at all costs, including my own life.”
          “How is he?” Alice bent down next to him. Thaddeus had placed his hand on Harry’s forehead and turned his head away from Alice to seemingly look at nothing. He sighed for a moment before taking his hand off of Harry before standing and looking back at Alice.
          “He’s alive, but he’s very weak right now and running a high fever.” Thaddeus answered honestly. As he was talking, he turned his head in the direction he was looking at before, then turning back to face Alice and Mrs. Figg. “Years of abuse and malnutrition have taken its toll on the boy. His immune system is in a very weak state right now. That plus the massive energy required to actually cause an earthquake on this type of scale; it’s a miracle that Harry’s even breathing right now.”
          “Can you help him?” Alice asked, very determined to do everything that she could to help her godson.
          “Yes, but we need to get him somewhere safe.” He responded, turning his head back to that same spot and back. “He needs rest and he needs medicine. More importantly, he needs time to process what’s happened.”
          It was then that curiosity got the better of Mrs. Figg as she asked: “Excuse me, sir, but why are you wearing sunglasses at night and why are you looking at a place where no one is at?”
          Thaddeus sighed again as he slowly removed his sunglasses and looked at both Alice and Mrs. Figg. Within that very moment, they understood why he wore them. His blue eyes were clouded by a greyish haze that almost seemed to glow. It was then Alice remembered the myth about the Prendergast family.
          “You can see and talk to ghosts!” Alice nearly blurted out. “I knew I heard the name ‘Prendergast’ before!”
          Thaddeus nodded. “My birth family’s name has not been well received at times, even in the wizarding world.” He said to her. “I promise to explain more when we get Harry back to Longbottom Manor, but we have to go now!”
          With that, Thaddeus slowly and carefully picked up Harry off of the merry-go-round. As he hoisted the thin and small seven-year-old boy into his arms, he looked back to the empty spot again and said: “Don’t worry, I promise to do all I can to help Harry.”
          Alice grabbed Thaddeus’ shoulder at that point and began picturing her home in her mind. However, before leaving, Mrs. Figg, who insisted on coming with them, asked Thaddeus one last question as she grabbed a hold of Alice Longbottom’s arm.
          “May I ask who you were talking to just now?”
          The answer Thaddeus gave both Alice and Mrs. Figg looks of complete shock. “The boy’s mother: Lily Potter.”
          With that, they Apparated to Longbottom Manor leaving the two Aurors waking back up completely bewildered.

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Later-Minister of Magic’s Office

          Albus Dumbledore calmly stood over the man who had brought both him and Fudge news of what was found in the Dursley’s home. Rufus Scrimgeour laid dead after Dumbledore instantly electrocuted the man for informing him of the Human Supremacists torturing Harry Potter. This was not news to him. In fact, he had counted on Vernon and Marge Dursley to rid him of the problem of Harry Potter. However, the news of an American wizard travelling with Alice Longbottom was especially troubling, not to mention the wizard’s name: Thaddeus Prendergast. He knew of the Prendergast legacy, the ability to see and talk to ghosts without magical enhancements or be in and magical area where ghosts can be seen and talked to, like Hogwarts. As calm as Dumbledore was, his thoughts were angrily trying to figure out who had sent Prendergast to England.
          “Was that necessary, Albus?” Fudge asked as he walked over next to him and looked down upon the dead body. “You already knew that the Dursley family were members of that hate group.”
          “That’s not why I killed him, Cornelius.” Dumbledore answered, still somewhat lost in his thoughts. “He allowed Alice Longbottom to search for Harry Potter, and if she does find him, killing him early may not be an option.”
          “True, but after everything that just happened, killing him would not be possible without the magical community in an uproar.” Fudge said, using his wand to levitate the corpse to the fireplace. “What about this Prendergast gentleman? What do you think about him coming here all of a sudden?”
          “That is something I can’t answer just yet, old friend.” Dumbledore said as he watched the body of Scrimgeour burn in the fireplace before Fudge used the floo powder to send him away. “Although, I do believe after discovering that black tambourine so easily that he just might be a member of the Coven.”
          “Surely that can’t be, Albus. They have not set foot in England for almost a hundred years now. I don’t even think that they have the numbers anymore to even stop the Supremacists, let alone us.”
          “Never underestimate them, Cornelius. Their numbers might not be large, but they are still powerful, and if they get Harry Potter on their side, then we are in serious trouble.”
          Fudge frowned as he looked back at Dumbledore. “What should we do, Albus?”
          “First, we need to make sure that Harry goes back to the Dursleys.” He responded, looking dead in the eye at Fudge. “Make a compromise with the Longbottoms if you have to, but he must live in the muggle world until it’s time for him to come to Hogwarts. Hopefully, the Dursleys might still be useful enough to do the deed before that happens, but should they fail by that time, well let’s just say that I’ll make sure Harry Potter’s life at Hogwarts will be remembered greatly.”
          “You don’t intend to see to boy before then, do you, Albus?”
          “That would be unwise, my friend. I have not spent the last decade planning for my accent to the throne, and Harry Potter is the only one who stands in my way.”
          After Dumbledore said that, he nodded his goodbye to Fudge and Apparated back to Hogwarts. Fudge went back to his seat and sighed as he sat back down into it. Crossing his fingers, he began to search his thoughts for a way to send Harry Potter back to Surrey, for he knew that Alice Longbottom would fight him unless he found some sort of compromise. While Fudge understood why Dumbledore wanted Harry Potter to die, he was beginning to question if it was even possible, for a seven-year-old being able to cause an earthquake in Surrey was someone who had massive power in his hands, whether he knew it or not. However, someone who could do that would be very dangerous to the wizarding community, not to mention Fudge himself. It was that very fact that Dumbledore had convinced him seven years ago, and why The Boy Who Lived, Harry James Potter, had to die.

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