167 CHAPTER {197-199}

****ONE-FACTION-DOWN (III)****

The beams finally stopped raining down and Albus looked around himself in complete horror as almost fifty people were killed in an instant. He had witnessed a lot of horrible things during the Wizarding World War and the last War, but he had never witnessed something this horrible… What pained him even more was the fact that he could only watch while Harry mercilessly killed all of them.

A lone tear trickled out of his eye as he took in the carnage around him… He didn't even notice the fact that the foreign pressure bearing down on them was also gone… Albus whirled around and glared at Harry who was slowly coming down with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Until now, even in a corner of his heart, Albus held some hope for Harry, but no more…

Harry was simply too far gone to be redeemed. In his eyes, Harry was no different than Voldemort, an unrepentant monster…

"You are no different from him!" Albus spat out with a hard look on his face and for a moment, Harry seemed to frown at his words. Harry never liked being compared to Voldemort as, in his eyes, Voldemort was nothing but a failure… The man possessed so much raw power along with a group of fanatic followers, but he still failed to take over Wizarding Britain. It was beyond shameful.

"I am nothing like him…" Harry pointed out blandly, but before Albus could retort, Harry spoke up. "He is nothing but a failure… He had so much going for him but still failed to take over Wizarding Britain. Within a few hours, I succeeded where he failed" Harry added with a scoff. The sphere around him disappeared and Harry waved around at the remaining Aurors and Hit-Wizards.

"Just look at them! Just look!" Harry insisted until Albus finally looked around. Even though most of the Ministry forces were still alive, none of them looked like they were going to fight. Albus could see what Harry was trying to say… Harry might have left them alive, but his actions have killed their morale… "They are not going to oppose me anymore and with them out of the way, the Ministry is ripe for taking" Harry shrugged.

Albus clutched his hands tightly as he glared at Harry… "You are still not going to win. Light will always prevail over the Dark" Albus pointed out in a determined tone. "As long as there is someone who doesn't give up, you won't win" Albus assured Harry with burning determination in his eyes, and at his words and at his words, Harry simply snorted in amusement.

"You are talking about yourself and the Order, right?" Harry asked, but he didn't wait for Albus to answer before he started to speak again. "The Order is nothing but a joke if you really believe that the Order can beat me, then you are the biggest fool in existence" Harry scoffed as he was already planning to shatter the Order into smithereens.

To be honest, the Order was pathetically weak and ineffectual, but they were annoying as fuck as the Order was filled with Dumbledore fanatics… Even if he killed some of them in an attempt to scare off the rest, it wouldn't work, since the rest would keep believing that they could still win, and they would keep coming after him, as just like Dumbledore, they also believed that Light would always prevail over the Dark.

He would need to kill them until nobody was left to stop them from coming after him… They were annoying just like that… Even though Harry wasn't squeamish about killing every single one of them, he didn't want to do it if he could help it… Their deaths would be a massive loss to Wizarding Britain and the Wizarding World as a whole as Wixen were already low in numbers.

Thankfully, there was something else Harry could use to break the Order… The Weasleys were prominent members of the Order and if he could convince Molly Weasley that her brothers were sold out by the great Albus Dumbledore, then it would be a sight to see… Harry had to admit, it was a good plan, but there was very little Albus wouldn't do to keep the Order together.

Either way, he wasn't worried too much about the Order as he could always kill them if the plan failed…

"Probably I am, but evil can only prosper if every good man decides to do nothing" Albus shook his head as he held out his Wand, planning to fight Harry. Yes, Harry was a lot more stronger than he imagined him to be, but Albus was certain that the boy was probably exhausted after using so much Magic… Though before Albus could cast anything at Harry, Gellert appeared in front of him.

"A~A~A~ He is not your opponent Albus…" Gellert wagged his finger with an amused look on his face. "Harry, can you make sure nobody could interrupt us?" Gellert asked as he glanced toward Minerva and Filius.

"Sure, but I want him alive and knocked out" Harry declared as he floated toward Minerva and Filius. He was certain that the Ministry forces were dealt with, so he wasn't worried about them trying anything, but Alastor was still alive and kicking so he might try something. Harry decided to keep an eye on the scarred man as his feet finally touched the ground.

Harry had heard a lot of good things about the duo from his mom, so it was kind of an experience for him to meet Minerva McGonagall and Filius Flitwick for the first time. The woman looked kind of sick due to the carnage and even Filius looked really guarded… It was pretty obvious that Harry had fucked up his first impression. "Hello, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, I wish we could have met under better circumstances" Harry greeted the duo smoothly.

"I also wish for the same…" Filius replied in a disappointed tone while Minerva simply glared at him. "Your mother was my favorite student while your father was a close second" Filius said with a reminiscing look on his face. "If that tragedy never happened then you may not have turned out as you turned out to be" Filius looked at Harry in complete disappointment.

"Probably not, but nobody can change the past, can they?" Harry asked, ignoring the intense fight going on between Albus and Gellert. Neither Minerva nor Filius said anything to that.

"What now? Are you going to kill us too?" Minerva asked sternly, but Harry could see the clear worry in her eyes. She was glancing toward Albus from time to time, but from what Harry could deduce, she was more worried about her students than she was about Albus and from the look on Filius' face, he was also thinking along the same lines.

"No, I have no quarrel with you or your students, but I needed to prove a point… Hence the chaos and destruction" Harry said as he pointed toward the collapsed ceiling.

"Then why did you make an exception for Severus?" Filius asked curiously. He wasn't delusional enough to think that he could beat Harry, no matter how ridiculous it might feel, so he simply decided to simply talk with Harry, so he could at least make some sense of the whole situation. Harry was nothing like his parents, it was clear as day, but there must be some reason behind his actions since unlike Voldemort, he wasn't killing everything in his sight.

"He is the reason why Voldemort started to look for us in the first place… He wanted to earn himself a place in the inner circle, he is the reason why I am an orphan, so there is no way, I am going to spare him" Harry revealed, shocking both Minerva and Filius. Even Alastor, who was trying to creep behind Harry, clearly heard him and he was shocked too.

Alastor, who was planning to attack Harry from behind, finally realized that it was Severus who took the Prophecy to Voldemort. "No. No. It can't be! Severus really cared about Lily!" Minerva protested vehemently, but Filius snorted at her in derision.

"He might have cared about her sometime, but he sure didn't care for her anymore after he called her Mudblood in their fifth year" Filius huffed. Severus was a horrible man, Filius didn't have any doubt about that. He was a fellow Professor and he bullied students. He had taken it up to the board, but every time, Albus had interfered, so he simply gave up. So, when Harry told him that Severus was the reason why Voldemort went after the Potters, he completely believed that.

"And you know the kicker?" Harry asked with a grin on his face. "Albus knew that from the start, but he still decided to protect him" Harry declared with a cruel grin on his face, and Minerva started to deny the accusation vehemently while Filius simply snorted as once again, he believed Harry. The only reason Filius came to Albus' rescue was because the man was fighting Gellert Grindelwald.

"Alastor, you know, you shouldn't lurk around" Harry called out loudly and for the next couple of seconds nothing happened. Then Harry rolled his eyes and flicked his hand to cast an Exploding Curse at a nearby rubble. Alastor rolled out of the rubble before the Spell hit its mark. "Now, that wasn't hard, was it?" Harry asked with a smirk and Alastor simply scowled at him…

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****FOLLOWERS-MOST-LOYAL****

~~Nott Manor~~

"My Lord, I have received a message from Yaxley" A young recruit stuttered out as he held out a note. Voldemort stared at the trembling Pureblood heir and internally nodded his head in satisfaction. He always wanted to put Purebloods in their rightful place since he met them for the first time and in that regard, he felt he had succeeded.

He accepted the note from the boy as he was worried that the boy might soil his pants if he kept the boy waiting anymore and no matter how amusing it would be to make the boy clean his mess with his own hands, Voldemort didn't want anyone to sully his throne room… He opened the note to read its contents and if had eyebrows, they would have climbed on top of his head in surprise…

According to Yaxley, Hogwarts was under attack by Gellert Grindelwald… For a moment he felt his temper flare. Hogwarts was like a home to him and he couldn't accept the prospect of anyone attacking his home and the attacker being a washed-up Dark Lord angered him even more… Only he was allowed to attack Hogwarts, but he quickly calmed down.

It was not the time to lose his temper… A plan quickly started to take form inside his mind. He looked down at the boy still kneeling in front of him and the boy whimpered in fear. "Send a word to the Vampires… They are free to hunt and turn" Voldemort said as he stood up from his throne and the note in his hand caught fire. "And tell Nott to prepare a couple of healers" Voldemort added and the boy practically ran out of the room after frantically nodding his head.

Voldemort turned toward Nagini and after a brief conversation, he walked out of his throne room like he owned the whole place… Voldemort didn't want to draw any attention this soon as he was certain that Dumbledore was already aware of his return since he was regularly having Order meetings. Then thanks to Lucius, he also knew that Harry Potter was also somehow aware of his return, and now his actions were going to alert the Ministry too.

To be honest, he was quite surprised and impressed by the boy's cruelty and ruthlessness… He might have lost his Potion Master to the boy, but he had to admit, it was a fitting end for the man. Severus was nothing but an opportunist coward… Severus didn't care for anyone other than himself, and probably that Mudblood woman, and that made him quite dangerous.

He had killed the Mudblood when she refused to move aside, so he wasn't sure if could trust the dour man not to stab him in the back… Voldemort would have killed Severus after regaining his body, but Severus' expertise when it came to Potions was simply invaluable… Though he would have killed Severus the moment he found Horace Slughorn. Alas, it was a moot point now… He wasn't delusional enough to think that Harry would spare Severus.

While he grudgingly respected Harry for dealing with Severus in such a manner, he was going to punish the boy appropriately for ridding him of his Potions Master before killing the boy… Right now, he was going to break into Azkaban as he wasn't going to get another opportunity like this. Even if the Azkaban guards manage to raise an alarm, nobody would come to save them or help them and Severus could have helped his incarcerated followers recuperate with his potions.

He decided to whip the boy senseless before killing him… Yes, that would be a fitting punishment for him. After grabbing a few pieces of tableware from the dining hall for Portkeys, Voldemort turned on his heel and disappeared with a crack… The next moment, he found himself floating outside the old and dreary castle of Azkaban. He could see a few Dementors flying around the fortress, but he didn't bother to pay them any mind as he started to float down toward the shore.

Anyone in his place would have been terrified of Dementors, but he wasn't afraid of them… He knew how to control them and he was planning to bring them under his control, just like they were during the last war, but not yet… They would have to wait. If he took them right now, then the Ministry would be on high alert and he would also need to arrange a feeding ground for them. Though… maybe, he could get them to attack a nearby Muggle town or something.

Well… He could plan that later. Right now, he has some followers to break out of prison… He walked up to the massive imposing gates of Azkaban and decided to go gung-ho from the get-go… He simply flicked his Wand and blasted the gates… Since he wasn't planning to leave any of the guards alive, he decided to forgo any posturing or dramatics. "Avada Kedavra" Voldemort crowed in delight before the Spell struck a groaning guard.

He saw another guard trying to run away and with a flick of his Wand, he flattened the said guard with one of the gates… He internally grinned when he heard the wet squelch and the mental grin widened when he noticed that another guard was crushed right by the gates when he blew them apart at first. Feeling quite satisfied with his actions he started to climb the stairs, and his pace didn't falter even when he felt the temperature lower around him by several degrees.

"Voldemort…" A voice hissed as a Dementor glided down the stairs. Dementors were not known to speak and they didn't, but they could speak in their own language and Voldemort who knew almost everything about them, also knew their language. The Dementor might have recognized Voldemort, but he didn't as all the Dementors looked the same except for some minor differences in their sizes and to be honest, Voldemort couldn't bring himself to bother to recognize them.

"Forsaken will join me just like they joined me the last time" Voldemort declared without bothering to negotiate. Dementor was a term given to these creatures by the Wizarding Community, but in reality, they are known as Forsaken. The Forsaken used to be humans, and all of them belonged to a single tribe. Some thousands of years ago, the said tribe made some sort of deal with a Devil in desperation and after they started to prosper, they foolishly tried to betray the Devil.

In retaliation, the Devil ripped off their Souls from their bodies, leaving behind empty husks… The Forsaken were left behind to roam the world, spreading misery as they would try to consume what they lost in an attempt to replace what they lost, but that was never going to happen. Forsaken were just that… Forsaken. They would spend the rest of eternity suffering unless someone decided to track down every last one of them and put them out of their misery.

"We will…" The Forsaken answered back. They were not that smart, which was a good thing from Voldemort's perspective. "We leave now?" The Forsaken asked demurely.

"No, all of you will stay here for the time being, but I will allow you to feed on the rest of the guards" Voldemort grinned cruelly. He mentally thanked the Devil for leaving such nice attack dogs for him to use and he would have thanked the Devil more only if he knew how to summon them… For whatever reason, he couldn't find a way to summon Devils. He knew that they could be summoned, after all, the Forsaken were all the proof he needed.

Herpo the Foul was the one who discovered the truth behind the Forsaken as he wanted to learn the secret behind their immortality and maybe create some more of them on the way, but even he wasn't able to find anything about how to summon Devils. It was like someone intentionally removed all the records related to Devil summoning…

"We will follow" The Forsaken declared before he started to glide back toward the upper floor, leaving behind Voldemort, who started to climb the stairs at his own pace. He finally arrived outside the high-security wing and blasted apart the metal gate with a quick jab of his Wand. "My Lord!!" A feminine voice screamed from inside one of the cells and a smile made its way to his face. "My Lord, I knew you would come!!" The same voice exclaimed fanatically.

Voldemort strode toward the cell, ignoring the other cells that came before. "I knew you would return! I told them! I kept telling them! Your most loyal follower knew you would return!!" The woman crowed fanatically.

'My most loyal follower' Voldemort admitted inside his head as he finally arrived in front of the cell and stared at the woman pressing her face into the steel bars. The woman no longer carried the same beauty she did before, but Voldemort could still see the same devotion in her eyes… No, he was wrong. She was a lot more devoted to him than she was before… Voldemort honestly believed her to be his most loyal follower as there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for him.

"Step back, Bella" Voldemort said softly and the woman hurriedly followed his command. Bellatrix Black was not a paragon of sanity even before she was sent to Azkaban, and from the look in her eyes, he was certain that now she was certainly insane. Not that he couldn't use that. He blasted away the cell door and the woman threw herself down to her knees in front of him. "Bella, if you don't mind, there are others I must free" Voldemort softly reminded her…

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****NEW-THREATS-ON-HORIZON (I)****

Harry stared at the scarred man with an amused glint in his eyes… "Alastor 'Mad-eye' Moody, aren't you ashamed of lurking around in the shadows like a creep?" Harry asked in a mocking tone, trying to get a rise out of the man and Alastor simply snorted at his words, looking completely unbothered.

"Beating you is more important" Alastor grunted in an indifferent tone as his fake eye continued to spin around.

"You sure have your priorities straight" Harry admitted with a mock frown. "So, what now? I hope you aren't planning for another frontal assault" Harry asked in an amused tone, which made Alastor grimace. He knew when he was outmatched, but at the same time, he didn't want to give up. The boy might be their only hope against Voldemort, but that didn't mean that Alastor would allow him to run free.

The boy was an Auror Killer and who knows how many he would kill during the War, so there was simply no way that he could allow the boy to run amok anymore… The boy needed to be brought down, but after his recent display, Alastor wasn't sure if the boy could even be defeated in the first place or not.

"Just like every other Dark Lord, you will lose too" Alastor declared with a snarl.

"Hmm… Dumbledore also mentioned something similar. I wonder if you guys practice your lines together" Harry wondered aloud, making Alastor growl at him in anger. "By the way, you remember what I told you the last time we met, right?" Harry asked and Alastor seemed to incline his head in confusion, before all of a sudden, he paled.

"Bye" Harry waved at the man with an amused look on his face before he was engulfed by a portal, trailing with a loud swearing.

"What is that Spell you used?" Filius asked, trying really hard to hide his curiosity. "And where did you send him?" He added after a few moments.

"If you want to learn that, you would need to join my group" Harry revealed and Filius didn't seem happy with the answer. "And I sent him inside a MACUSA cell. It will be hilarious" Harry added with a chuckle, but neither Filius nor Minerva looked amused at his actions. Harry simply shrugged and decided to ignore the duo. The two of them didn't have any sense of humor.

Then all of a sudden, Minerva stiffened and raised her Wand against her better judgment, but before she could cast anything, her Wand sailed out of her hand and landed in Harry's waiting palm. Harry didn't miss the fact that the Wand wasn't pointed in his direction, but he wasn't going to let her cast anything at Gellert, especially when he was basking in his glory after finally taking down Albus Dumbledore.

"I am sorry, but I can't have you interrupting them" Harry said while twirling Minerva's Wand in his hand. Minerva stared at him fearfully before glancing toward the downed form of Albus Dumbledore. Even after some of the shocking revelations, she couldn't stop herself from caring about him. Albus may not be the paragon of Light they believed him to be, but he was a symbol for them and his fall was going to break their community.

Filius could also see the problem with the whole situation, but he wasn't sure what to do… It was clear as day that he couldn't beat Harry, none of them could, so trying to fight him was not an option… "Killing him would destroy Wizarding Britain…" Filius trailed off carefully, not wanting to anger Harry. He had seen what the boy could do in his casual mood, and he didn't want to see what the boy might do if he was truly angry.

"Contrary to what all of you may believe, Wizarding Britain isn't the only Wizarding Community in the world" Harry chastised the man. "Then again, Wizarding Britain survived after Merlin fell, I am sure it will survive even after Albus Dumbledore falls, or were you guys expecting him to wipe your asses for eternity?" Harry asked with a mocking frown on his face, making Filius grimace.

"Harry, what do you want to do with him?" Gellert finally arrived with the unconscious body of Albus Dumbledore and the man looked worse for wear as he had taken quite a beating from Gellert before he was finally knocked out.

"We take him… I have quite a few questions for him" Harry explained without looking back.

"Alright, then" Gellert nodded his head in understanding before he signaled all of his men to gather around so that they could finally leave. The Elder Wand was back in his possession, and he couldn't wait to test it out after so many years. Well, if Harry didn't take the Wand from him to conduct experiments, in that case, he would have to wait to use the Elder Wand until Harry was done.

It only took his members a few seconds to gather around and after that, Harry opened a portal so that they could leave… Just like Harry expected, nobody tried to stop them as the Ministry forces were still busy, trying to gather their dignity, and the Hogwarts staff didn't want to mess with him after they saw what he did to the Ministry forces and they were deterred further from trying anything funny when even Filius and Minerva were completely powerless against him.

"It was nice meeting the two of you. Though I hope we can meet again, but under better circumstances" Harry waved at Filius and Minerva with a grin before he tossed the Wand back to Transfiguration Mistress. Then he turned around on his heel and entered the portal and as soon as he was gone, the portal closed behind his back. Even when his back was turned toward Filius and Minerva, neither of them tried to attack him from behind for obvious reasons.

"Filius, what are we going to do now?!" Minerva asked worriedly and instead of answering, Filius simply looked around.

"...We rebuild and hope for everything to be over soon" Filius declared grimly as he looked around at the destruction. The Ministry would be out for Harry's blood, but he wasn't sure if that would matter… While politics and peer pressure were a thing, Harry was inhumanly strong, and after a certain point, politics and peer pressure were simply meaningless in front of raw power…

~~Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire~~

"Can I have the Wand? I want to see if the legends are real or not" Harry asked Gellert as soon as he returned to the Malfoy Manor. To be honest, Harry didn't believe that he would ever need the Elder Wand to increase his power, but he still wanted to see how the Elder Wand truly worked. Even though Gellert tried to hide it, he didn't manage to hide his reluctance… At least not completely.

Still, he pulled out the Elder Wand and held it out for Harry. "You will need to disarm me to become its master" Gellert revealed and just as he finished speaking, the Elder Wand sailed out of his hand into Harry's hand, and as soon as Harry grabbed the Wand, something happened. A long string of memories flashed inside Harry's mind and it happened so fast that even with his advanced Occlumency, he reeled back in shock.

"Harry, are you alright?!" Gellert asked somewhat worriedly as he rushed toward Harry.

"Yeah… I am alright. The power feedback kind of took me by surprise" Harry answered, not wanting to reveal the truth to Gellert. The man smiled at his admission.

"Yes, it does that. It happened to me when the Wand accepted me as its master for the first time" Gellert explained with a smile on his face.

"I see…" Harry mumbled as he stared at the Wand in his hand in complete fascination before he finally decided to change the topic. "By the way, did you enjoy the fight?" Harry asked and Gellert glanced toward Dumbledore's unconscious body lying on the floor before a grin appeared on his face.

"Yes, I did…" Gellert answered cryptically as he started to recall the fight…

~~FLASHBACK~~

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~~Unknown Location~~

A somewhat middle-aged man dressed in a floral shirt opened his eyes with a grimace on his face… "This is not good… Not good at all…" The man mumbled to himself before he stood up from his wooden rocking chair and stared at the horizon… A storm was coming and he wasn't just referring to the storm at his doorstep. "Why did I ever buy this house?" The man complained, but he didn't whine as men didn't whine.

'So that I could appreciate the beauty of this world, of course, silly me' The man remembered as he stared at the ass of a woman running away from the beach along with her towel. Though she wasn't the only woman running away, so the man was able to appreciate a lot of beauty… 'God bless the man who invented thongs. Amen!' The man silently prayed to god. Then his eyes turned toward the two beauties approaching his house.

He could see their titties bouncing around as they ran in his direction. "Mr M, there is a storm coming so I was wondering if me and my friend could stay over, please?" One of the women requested as she slightly leaned down to emphasize her assets.

'I am nothing if not generous' The man decided inside his mind. "Of course, you are welcome to stay for the night" The man happily gestured toward the door and the women beamed at him.

"Thank you, Mr M" Both women thanked him together at the same time before rushing inside the house. The man stared at their butts as the two of them went inside and they didn't miss his gaze, so they simply decided to give him a show and started to strip. The man grinned and accepted the invitation, so for the time being, he decided to forget about Hadrian Potter as the boy wasn't going anywhere.

'Maybe, I should contact Agatha and Alan too… It has been quite some time since they had to deal with any unruly Magicians' The man known as Mr M mused internally before taking off his shirt…

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