Evening News!

The Evening News of Daily Prophet brought mayhem with it. I saw the newspaper, which we all read together.

The Big Reveal of Voldemort's heritage made the Pureblood movement a straight-up scam. I also made sure, that the Stele was durable enough to survive a Blasting curse to it. It was after all enchanted to soak up ambient magic around it, and use all the magical spell thrown at it to reinforce itself.

It was enchanted in Dwarven Runes, which I knew how to speak and use, and worked incredibly well even in this world. It seems, my language gift was much more overpowered than I first imagined.

But that it was enchanted with Dwarven Runes, made it resilient to magic. I saw the stele take a Straight-up Bombarda Maxima to its face, and didn't even flinch backwards.

The Stele was a durable piece, and because it seemed resilient, the message on the stele struck that much more deeply in the hearts of the people.

Some called it, the actions of a powerful Warlock, who had hidden from public, but decided to act, when he saw the dire situation of the Wizarding World.

Some called it the actions of an enemy of all magical beings, and called to arms to fight this foe! Three guesses, which side made that statement?

Even Augusta who was seen standing in the front, seemed to be quite vocal about this enemy of You-Know-Who, who had shown how terrorists deserve to die. She also publically offered condolences to Barty Crouch Sr. for his son.

The Prophet, for once, was being competent about it, as they even printed the note I sent them verbatim. As well as the words on the Stele were printed without a shred of manipulation of the truth.

I saw as the photographer had captured the Display from a perfect angle. The Stele at his feet were at the centre of the photo, the words carved in it were emboldened with the dried streams of blood dripping down on the face of the stone.

I saw the memory vials were being investigated, and even Augusta wasn't aware of what they contained.

I knew, I may have just cornered a very vicious animal, but seeing as I didn't like how Cannon ended up, I knew I had to change a few pawns on the board, to make room for my greatness. After all, there is only so much room for me and my greatness! Hahahaha!

But, in all seriousness, I could see how the cannon is truly fucked. I, in my Chucky-style murder spree, ended up chucking the chessboard, instead of playing a game, and now if Fate truly wants to fuck me, I would be playing a game with no holds barred.

This meant, I should go around hunting for horcruxes. And I wouldn't have an inkling of the first place to start. The diadem in Hogwarts may be secured in its place, the Gaunt Ring in the shack, and the locket in the cave would be untouched for now, as well.

But the Cup and the Diary were going to be a bitch to find. And if the Cup or the snake are not destroyed, this would have been pointless.

Moreover, if the Prophecy does not match the cannon, Voldemort may not lose his power, Or Worse! He may end up setting his sights on me.

And I needed to remedy this situation. The question was how to make this game play to my favour.

It seems, I need to find the Lynchpin of this entire Spiel. The bitch who inadvertently saved Britain, and led to the death and destruction of two families. Sybil Trelawney!

And yet, my attention was not on the paper before me, but on my father. He had a remarkably serious face, and his question made me want to question his priorities. His first line of investigation, when I was being asked about my murder spree was, "How did you enchant that Stele?"

Yare Yare. So troublesome!