"Members of the Wizengamot, I appeal to you to finally give my fiancé the peace of mind he has never had. Let justice finally be served. Thank you."
There was a momentary silence after Daphne finished her speech, but soon thunderous applause filled the chamber. Daphne bowed to them and calmly walked back to her seat. She looked at Harry who had tears in his eyes as he grabbed her in a tight hug, unable to convey his gratitude in words. With his very sharp eyes, Harry could see that many of the members had tears flowing down their faces; Sirius was openly crying while Cyrus was beaming with pride at his daughter.
"Thank you for that speech, Lady Potter" said Chief Witch Acton as she cleared her throat. "Damn, what are those kids made of? They really are a power couple; hard to believe they're only fifteen. Remind me to talk to Elizabeth Greengrass on how to raise children" she muttered, but it could be heard all over the room, making people chuckle.
"Albus Dumbledore" boomed Lady Acton. "You have been found guilty of all charges. I would like to ask the members of the Wizengamot to suggest a suitable punishment" she said.
The chamber was quiet for several seconds until finally one of the members said quietly "Give him the Dementor's kiss. He's too dangerous to be left alive. Not after what he's done. He's not the person we all thought he was. He deserves it for being the cause of so much misery and destruction. He is no better than Tom Riddle."
Many others started muttering in agreement so the Chief Witch said, "Let's take a vote; all those in favour of the Dementor's kiss?"
More than three-quarters of the members lit their wands. This phenomenon would never have been possible without Daphne, so Harry softly squeezed her hand in thanks. Had she not spoken so passionately in favour of her fiancé, Dumbledore would probably have been sentenced to Azkaban for a few years. And Harry did not want the man alive to cause more problems for him in the future. He wanted this story of his life to finally come to an end so that he could concentrate on more important things. Voldemort and Dumbledore, after all, weren't part of his final plans for the future of the Magical World. They were only a hindrance, and he had taken care of them.
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore" she said. "You are hereby convicted of all the charges you have been accused of, for which you will be executed by the Dementor's kiss. Aurors, take him away."
"You can't do this!" shouted Dumbledore, his eyes blazing with fury. "I'm Albus Dumbledore! Everything I do is for the Greater Good!"
"You do it all for your greater good, Albus" said Harry softly. "Not for the greater good of the magical world. Your greater good nearly brought about our destruction."
The Aurors dragged a reluctant Dumbledore out of the chamber. Many of them sat down and buried their face in their hands, as they had all looked up to Dumbledore once, and now . . . they couldn't believe that they could have been so blind to what he really was.
"If there is nothing more, I would like to end today's session" said Chief Witch Acton.
"Actually Chief Witch, there is one more thing" said Sirius, getting up.
"Go ahead, Lord Black" she said.
"The Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter, Black and Gryffindor call for a vote of no-confidence in Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge" said Sirius.
"The motion is seconded by the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Greengrass and Slytherin" said Cyrus.
There was a loud noise in the chamber as many people agreed with them. Fudge knew that this was the end of his career since there was no stopping the vote.
"Let's take a vote" boomed Lady Acton. "All those in favour of the motion of no-confidence raised by Lord Black against Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge?"
It was unanimous, as all the members lit their wands, signifying that they wanted nothing to do with Fudge anymore.
"The motion passes. Cornelius Fudge, you are hereby removed from your position as Minister of Magic of Magical Britain and Ireland. As per the law, I will be acting as the head of the government until the new Minister can be elected. This session hereby comes to a close" said Chief Witch Acton, banging her gavel.
Everyone quickly got up and left, as no one was in a mood to talk. There were too many volatile emotions in the chamber, so people headed home at once.
Harry immediately went forward and engulfed Sirius and Amelia in a tight hug, just as Daphne hugged her father.
"I'm so incredibly proud of you, Daphne" said Cyrus.
"Thanks, Daddy" muttered Daphne. "It means a lot to me."
Daphne then kissed Harry goodbye and headed home with her father, while Sirius and Harry flooed to Black Manor. They both had something to do that evening.
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An old man smiled from his seat on the Wizengamot. So, the Potters were descendants of the Ignotus Peverell? He had to confirm this vital piece of information with the others. If he was right, they had a new lead; and a new target. The wand, the stone, the cloak . . . He had no idea that Dumbledore too had been searching for the Hallows but he wasn't too surprised; there were others who were on this quest as well. He and his friends weren't like that idiot Xeno Lovegood; that man didn't really care about possessing the Hallows, but he did. Their group had been formed years ago to search for the Hallows. They would all have done it individually of course, but it was better if they had strength in numbers. The reason the quest of the Deathly Hallows failed for so many people is because all of them searched for the devices in secret. But not him as he had a few supporters to help him. Once they found the Hallows, they all knew what to happen to each other, but for now, they were in an alliance. But if Potter really was the last of the Peverell line, it would be very difficult getting their hands on him, especially if Dumbledore himself suspected the boy of having at least one of the Hallows; why else would Dumbledore try so hard unless he knew something? The boy was ridiculously powerful, both magically and politically. They would have to move carefully and that would take time, but he wasn't concerned. He had waited for all these decades, another one shouldn't matter. He would emerge victorious in the end. The Master of Death. . .
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It was nearly sundown when two men Apparated in the middle of the high street in Godric's Hollow. They slowly walked down the road which would lead to the graveyard, emotions running high in both their minds.
"Look" said Sirius. Harry looked at the war memorial. It was a statue of three people – a man, a woman and a baby. He never thought that there was a memorial built for them here.
"Come on" muttered Harry quietly and they continued to the graveyard. They entered it, and Sirius led him to the place Harry had never had the courage to go, until now.
"Wait" said Harry suddenly on their way to James and Lily's grave. "What is that?" asked Harry, looking at a very old grave. He bent forward with his lit wand, looking at the markings on the stone.
Ignotus Peverell
"He's my ancestor" said Harry quietly. "Okay, let's go."
Sirius led him to a marble grave. The words were shining on the stone, making it easy to read under the dying sunlight. Harry walked close to the headstone and sank to his knees. For a few seconds, he didn't say anything, until finally, the tears came. Sirius immediately knelt beside his godson, hugging him tightly, as Harry cried on his shoulder.
"Hey mum, hey dad" said Harry in a shaky voice. "It's me, Harry. I'm sorry I couldn't come visit you before, but I'm here now. I want you to know that all the people responsible for your deaths have been dealt with. I hope that makes you happy."
Gripping Sirius's hand tighter, he continued. "I hope you two are proud of me. I've worked really hard to get where I am right now. Dad, I think you would be happy that I made it to the Ravenclaw Quidditch team! I'm the seeker, and I've never failed to win us a match. Sirius keeps saying that I would have been the bane of your existence were you still the Gryffindor Chaser" he said, chuckling lightly.
"I'm doing well in school as well, Mum. I'm the top student, just like you were. Professor Slughorn can't help but say how much I've inherited your talent in Potions, and I think he's right. You really were a genius, mum, and I'm so proud to have been born as your son."
Harry hastily wiped the tears from his eyes. "You both would be happy to know that I have a girl in my life as well. Her name is Daphne Greengrass, and you have loved her, mum. Dad, if you had seen her, I know you would have been so proud of me. She's so incredibly beautiful, and you couldn't have resisted showing off saying that your son is engaged to her. She has a mean temper, dad, just like mum did. It's something we both have to deal with, huh?" he asked, as he tried to smile.
After several seconds of silence, he began crying again. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for what happened to you. You both willingly sacrificed your lives for me, and I'm incredibly grateful for that. But I'm sorry that I caused you so much trouble. I'm sorry for not having the chance to be at your funeral and carry out my duties as your son" he wailed, while Sirius hugged him tightly. "But I want you guys to know how much I love you. I think of you both every day, and I am so proud and honoured to have been born as your son. I won't let you down. I love you mum, dad, and I'll never forget how much you loved me too."
After a few minutes, Harry calmed down. Once done, Sirius helped him up.
"Do you want to visit the house as well?" he asked.
"No" said Harry stiffly. "I know that it has been turned into a monument to my parents, but I have other plans. I'll get the best wizarding architects and designers to renovate the house and turn it into a monument dedicated to all the victims of the Voldemort war. There are several more that have to be remembered besides my parents. I'll also ensure that people who visit the place know the full history of the war. Those who forget history are doomed to repeat their mistakes and I won't let the magical world be destroyed."
Sirius nodded approvingly, but couldn't help but smile as well. "A war memorial, huh? Always looking for tax-cuts, aren't you Harry?"
Harry smiled slightly. "Just an added bonus, Padfoot"
"Ready?" asked Sirius.
"Yes" said Harry, his stony expression back in place. He flicked his wand to his hand and waved it over the grave. The marble stone split open, revealing a large coffin built for two. Harry walked to it and muttered 'Portus'. The coffin flashed and disappeared to Potter Castle. He wasn't going to let his parents' bodies remain in such an open place where people could easily defile them. He would do his duty and give them a proper burial at the family graveyard. With a flick of his wand, the marble grave slid back into place.
With twin cracks, both men Disapparated from Godric's Hollow.
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It was past sundown, but the faint light from the sky could still be seen. Sirius and Amelia Black and all the Greengrasses were present in the Potter family graveyard, right in front of a large oak tree. All the elves of the Potter family were present as well, as Harry levitated the coffin and placed it at the base of the tree. With a flick of his wand, a large hole appeared in the ground, and Harry levitated the coffin inside. Harry walked around the grave slowly, following the ancient magical tradition of a funeral and finally conjured fire at the base of the grave.
They all waited, and suddenly, a white fire erupted around the coffin, creating a beautiful marble tomb. Harry waited for a few seconds and walked around the grave again and conjured water, making it fall on the marble surface, finishing the ritual. He again flicked his wand at the tombstone. Everyone saw the words which Harry had engraved upon it.
James Charlus Potter
Lily Jasmine Potter nee Slytherin
Live your life to the fullest and love your family like there is no tomorrow.
'Natus Vincere'
They all lit their wands, and Harry conjured ice sculptures on either side of the tomb – a stag and a doe. With another flick, golden stars started falling on the tomb.
The adults all conjured flowers and put them on the tomb. Daphne conjured a whole bunch of white lilies and spread them all over the tomb.
"Thank you all for coming" muttered Harry. "Do you mind if I stay here for a while?" he asked. The others all realised that he wanted to be alone, so they quietly. But Harry's touched Daphne's hand, asking her to stay. Her parents nodded to her and left, leaving the couple behind.
They stayed there for fifteen minutes, neither saying a word to each other as they observed silence. Once done, Harry breathed deeply and nodded. He turned to Daphne who gave him a tender kiss and they both headed back into the castle.
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Harry was sitting in his study, looking at the three objects in front of him. After reviewing Dumbledore's memories and conforming with many old Potter journals and portraits, he had come to the conclusion that these three really are the Deathly Hallows. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Daphne enter the study. She frowned when she saw him so deep in thought and wondered what was bothering him. She went over and sat on his lap.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly.
"Do you know the Tale of the Three Brothers?" asked Harry.
"Of course" said Daphne in bewilderment. "Who doesn't? My mum read it to me when I was a child."
Harry nodded slowly as he tightened his grip on her waist. "Look at the objects on the table. What do you see?" he asked quietly.
Daphne turned and frowned. "I see a wand, a stone, and" she paused, trying to understand what was going on. Was he implying what she thought he was implying? "And an invisibility cloak" she whispered. "Harry, that's a children's story. What does you cloak have to do with that?"
"This cloak is no ordinary invisibility cloak" explained Harry. "It was brought into the family by Aradia Peverell, and it was given to her by her ancestor, Ignotus Peverell. It has been in use for centuries and yet it works perfectly; too perfectly, in fact."
"And this" said Harry, picking up the wand. "is the fabled Elder Wand, the Wand of Destiny or the Deathstick. It is considered to be the most powerful wand ever in existence, crafted by Death himself. I won it by defeating its previous master, Albus Dumbledore. I'm now the master of the Elder Wand. And this" said Harry picking up the stone. "is the Resurrection Stone, said to communicate with the dead. From what I can make out, it is also the Peverell family ring, which was passed on to the Gaunts from Cadmus Peverell. Together, they create the Deathly Hallows, and the one who possesses all of them is said to be the Master of Death."
"Passed on to the Gaunts?" asked Daphne in surprise. "Then why didn't they ever claim the Peverell Lordship?"
"No doubt they tried" said Harry. "But I presume that they couldn't access the family magic, even though they had access to the ring. You know how complicated it is. Besides, no one in the entire country wanted to interact with that family seeing how unstable they were. Inbreeding was a real problem as they tended to marry their own cousins for centuries until they came down to marrying their own siblings" said Harry with a shudder. "Really, why do you have to inter-marry like that? There are plenty of other pureblood witches and wizards to choose from!"
"But what does it have to do with the Deathly Hallows?" asked Daphne. "Maybe it really is a children's story, Harry. Maybe they were created by the Peverells and not by Death. That's possible isn't it?"
"Maybe" said Harry slowly. He looked at her and cupped her face, relishing the soft, warm skin under his fingers. "But what if the three objects together do have something to do with being the Master of Death? What if they can be used to gain immortality? That's why I don't want them, Daphne. What is the point of immortality if I don't have you to share it with? I'd rather live a normal 150 years with you rather than spend the rest of my immortal life alone. I don't want it. I don't need it. As long as I have you by my side, I'm happy and content. I don't want to be immortal" said Harry, kissing her softly.
Just then, the three objects in front of them started glowing. The Deathly Hallows had never been united, even by the Peverell brothers. They were created to maintain balance in the world and remove stagnation. The Peverell brothers weren't given the items by Death himself, but it was the Magic of Death which made the brothers' inventions what they were – The Deathly Hallows. Whenever there were chaos and disorder, Magic would use it as a means to create balance. The Deathly Hallows were designed to aid Magic in that quest. The Elder wand was a double edged blade in that it could be a terrible weapon used for victory, but it caused the death of its master. It was used to fight bloody wars which would lead the world into a new era, and remove unsavoury leaders who possessed the wand. The Resurrection stone was a trap, designed to weed out those who were utterly selfish and harmful to the society by causing the users to go insane after its use. The Invisibility Cloak was a tool used to maintain a balance between the two. Since all three had different purposes, none of them had ever been allowed to unite; until now. Here was a boy who so utterly loved his fiancée that he didn't care for immortality. Here was a girl who would go to the ends of the Earth to make her fiancé happy. If the Lightning Lord was to succeed in his destiny, he would without a doubt need his lady by his side. The Magic of Death realised that they were a package deal. They were special. Magic itself had created a bond between them which could not be broken.
Harry and Daphne watched in shock as the three devices floated in the air, all emitting a gold aura. The wand stood in attention; the stone expanded until it was as nearly long as the wand; the cloak folded itself in a triangular shape and covered the wand and stone from behind, forming the symbol of the Deathly Hallows. Harry and Daphne stood up in awe, wondering what was going on. Suddenly, the aura expanded and the symbol duplicated itself, creating two of the symbols half the original size. Each of them entered the bodies of the couple standing there.
Harry and Daphne found themselves frozen and unable to move as they watched the symbol merge with them. After what felt like an eternity, a grey and silver aura surrounded them as well, and Harry felt this uncommon urge to speak.
"I, Hadrian James Potter, Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter, Gryffindor and Slytherin, scion of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell, do solemnly swear by wearing this ring, to uphold the values and traditions of my family. As Lord Peverell, I swear to bring back my family honour and strive for the betterment of my magical brethren. This I swear, so mote it be!"
"I, Daphne Elizabeth Greengrass, Lady of the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter, Gryffindor and Slytherin, do solemnly swear by wearing this ring to uphold the values and traditions of the Peverell family. As Lady Peverell, I swear to do my utmost best to love and cherish my future husband and our family and bring glory to the House of Peverell. This I swear, so mote it be!"
The aura seeped into their skin, and suddenly, both of them fainted on the floor. The Deathly Hallows disappeared, now merged with their very souls. A silver ring with a black diamond with the crest of a thestral appeared on the fingers of Harry and Daphne, signifying their position as Lord and Lady Peverell.
They were now the Masters of Death. They were both immortal until the two of them and Magic decided otherwise.
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Twenty minutes later, Daphne woke up with a groan. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. She turned to her right and saw Harry lying on the floor, unconscious. Her eyes went wide when she saw that he wasn't breathing.
"Harry! Harry, wake up" she said in a panicked voice. She lifted his hand and touched his wrist to find a pulse. Nothing!
But to her immense shock, Harry also woke up with a groan. "Harry!" exclaimed Daphne as she hugged him tightly.
"Whoa there, tigress" said Harry as he tried to get up. "What happened?"
"I don't know" said Daphne, still hugging him. "I woke up and saw that you didn't have a pulse, and I thought you were dead."
Harry chuckled. "Trust me, Daphne, I'm not dead. If it makes you feel better, I'll check for a pulse."
He touched his wrist, and to his surprise, the veins that could usually be seen were missing. He tried to feel his pulse, but there was nothing!
"You're right" muttered Harry. "I can't feel a pulse. Some me yours" he said, taking Daphne's hand as well. He saw that her veins visible on the wrist had disappeared as well and he couldn't feel her pulse either. In fact, both of them felt faint pain from everywhere in their body, and sparks emanated from their fingertips as well. They didn't know it, but pure magic was churning in their bodies itself.
"What's going on?" asked Daphne.
Harry recalled what had happened before they fainted. Indeed, he looked at his right middle finger and spotted the Peverell family ring.
"I think we just became the Masters of Death and gained the Peverell Lordship in the process" he said softly.
"But how is that even possible?" asked Daphne incredulously. "According to legend, there can be only one Master of Death. How can we both be immortal?"
Harry thought about it for a few minutes. "Remember what Aquila said when he met you?" he asked slowly, looking at Daphne. "About you forming a minor bond with him? He said that it started during the Yule Holidays of our first year. Maybe if we review what happened, we can find out more about this."
With that, they both immediately got up as Harry took out a Pensieve. He concentrated on the memory of the time he had spoken to Daphne in the grounds of Greengrass Manor and removed it. They dived into the memory. About ten minutes later, they were both sitting in comfortable armchairs in the study, starting at each other in shock.
"I never knew that I made an Unbreakable Vow that day" whispered Daphne.
"This is the reason you're the Master of Death as well" said Harry. "You, without knowing that you were doing it, swore on your magic that you would never leave my side and never leave me alone, ever. Somehow, it created a bond between us. It explains our very intimate bond with each other, doesn't it?"
Daphne nodded and went over to sit on his lap. "What does this mean for us?" she asked nervously.
Harry idly played with her hair for a few minutes. "I have absolutely no idea, but it is better if we never mention this to anyone else. Merlin knows what could happen if people were to realise that we really are immortal and the Masters of Death. We'll just have to keep it quiet. Maybe we'll figure out how it affects us in the coming days."
"You're right" said Daphne. "You'll have to go back to Wizengamot Administration Services for the Peverell Lordship again" she said after a few minutes.
"Hmm" said Harry, as he kissed her neck. "Come on" he said gruffly. He pulled her along until they reached the master bedroom. Once they were in, Harry shut the door and pinned Daphne against the wall and kissed her hard and deep.
Daphne gasped for breath and looked at her fiancé's eyes which were filled with primal need and lust. Today had been very tiring and emotional for them, with her bringing up the multiple marriages in the morning, Dumbledore's trial where he was sentenced to the Dementor's kiss, his parents' funeral and now the Master of Death business. She could understand his frustration, and she wanted a release too.
They kissed passionately until they stumbled and fell on top of the large bed. Harry snarled at the too many layers of clothing, but in a second, it disappeared, leaving them both naked. They were too caught up with their activity to notice that it was wandless magic and that both their magical powers had grown exponentially.
"You are so damn sexy" growled Harry as he kissed her stomach, and went back to kissing her neck. Daphne moaned as he inserted himself into her and started thrusting slowly.
They never emerged from the room until late next morning.
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All over Magical Britain, there was turmoil. Nearly everyone had witnessed the trial of Albus Dumbledore and people were shocked that the man they all thought to be as great as Merlin was actually a two-faced bastard. Most were of the opinion that it was indeed dangerous for Dumbledore to be left alive and it was a good decision. But some, however, felt differently.
"Look at this Arthur! I can't believe how far we have fallen" screeched Molly Weasley, looking at the Magical Daily newspaper.
The Burrow was unusually quiet as they were the only ones at home. Percy had quickly moved out, not wanting to stay with his overbearing mother longer than necessary. The others were still at Hogwarts. "What is it, Molly dear?" asked Arthur, looking tired.
"They've sentenced Dumbledore to the Dementor's kiss!" screeched Molly. "They can't do this! He is the greatest wizard that has ever lived! How dare they do this to him?"
"I know, Molly" said Arthur morosely. "I was there at the Ministry when it happened and the news spread like fiendfyre once the verdict was given. Nobody expected something like that and frankly, everyone believes that the verdict was just, especially after Daphne Greengrass' speech in front of the entire Wizengamot, highlighting Dumbledore's crimes against the Potter family in particular. After that, they all rolled over and succumbed to her demands."
"Daphne Greengrass" snarled Molly. Oh, how she utterly hated that girl. Molly had made such elaborate plans to ensnare the Boy Who Lived so that he could get married to Ginny. But that's when the Slytherin bitch decided to butt in, demolishing all her plans. She knew that the Greengrasses were evil; they were followers of You-Know-Who! Dumbledore said so! He said that it was imperative that Harry marries Ginny. She had convinced her daughter to profess her love to Harry, but he had rejected her. He had rejected Ginny, saying that he was in love with his fiancée! Ginny had told her that she had stopped persisting after Daphne Greengrass had threatened her. The nerve of that girl; how dare she threaten the daughter of Molly Weasley? But she wasn't going to give up; she would have to talk to Ginny about it. But for now . . .
"Let's see how she reacts once I'm done with her" snarled Molly. "I'll send that Greengrass girl a howler she would never forget. That will make her reconsider what they're doing to poor Albus. Oh, she's going to get it from me."
Arthur's eyes went wide. If Molly did something stupid, he was surely not going to survive the debacle. The Weasleys were already considered blood traitors because his mother Cedrella Black had married Septimus Weasley who was from a very poor family and a known muggle lover against her parents' express wishes and knowledge and had thus been disowned by the Black family, branding her and her children as blood traitors. He wasn't going to sacrifice the little good image he had built over the years because of his wife's anger.
"Molly! Stop!" said Arthur, going in front of the cabinet where the howler parchment was stored. "Don't do this! Think about the repercussions of your actions!"
"What nonsense, Arthur" said Molly dismissively. "What can Greengrass do to me? She's only a girl, and as if -"
"Molly, are you forgetting who she is?" asked Arthur exasperated. "Daphne Greengrass is the eldest daughter of Lord Cyrus and Lady Elizabeth Greengrass of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass, a family very influential in the Wizengamot. Daphne Greengrass is the Lady of the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter, Gryffindor and Slytherin! Everyone knows now that Hadrian Potter appeared at the Ministry and the Department of Mysteries and Wizengamot Administration Services both have accepted his claim of being Lord Gryffindor and Lord Slytherin, and if what Dumbledore said yesterday is anything to go by, he might be Lord Peverell as well! Daphne Greengrass is the future wife of Hadrian Potter, the Boy Who Lived! She might only be a fifteen-year-old girl, but she is politically untouchable and is probably one of the most powerful women in the country right now, second only to Amelia Black or Chief Witch Acton. Can you imagine the repercussions if you attack her like that, especially after Hadrian Potter gave a warning two years ago after receiving such horrible mail during that Chamber of Secrets incident?"
Molly huffed but grudgingly agreed with her husband. She headed upstairs to work on a plan for Ginny. She had to find a way to make her daughter marry the Boy Who Lived! Ginny had told her that he lived in a castle and she wanted that lifestyle; if not for her at least for her daughter, damn it! She would do her best to ensure that. She was Molly Weasley. She was nothing if not stubborn.
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Harry and Daphne were taking a long shower, as their normal shower turned into something more. Just after they turned off the water, the runes around the bathroom activated, and the water on their bodies disappeared, leaving them dry. That's when Daphne noticed something.
"What's this?" she asked, touching his chest, right where his heart was supposed to be. "It's the symbol of the Deathly Hallows again."
Harry frowned and looked at her as well. Just as he had suspected, there was a mark on Daphne's body as well, between her breasts. "It's tiny. You'll have to concentrate really hard to see it" said Harry.
"We still have blood in our body, don't we?" asked Daphne. Harry nodded, and to prove his point, made a light gash on his palm to show that they did indeed have blood coursing through, well, not sure if they had veins or if his heart still worked. In fact, they didn't know how their bodies operated now.
"I'm worried if this would harm us in having children" said Harry, looking worried.
"Oh, don't worry about that, Harry" said Daphne with a smirk. "Trust me, after last night and this morning, I have no doubts about that. Do you want to practice again, just to be sure?" she asked coyly as she stroked his erect penis.
"You asked for it" said Harry as he lifted her and pushed her to the wall, making Daphne laugh as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Breakfast was overrated anyway.
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Albus Dumbledore looked at the ceiling of his cell, wondering where it had all gone wrong. He was supposed to convince the Wizengamot to free him and convict Harry in his place. But why had he answered all his questions that way? He was really confused and disoriented. He vaguely felt that Harry had visited him a few days ago, but couldn't accurately describe it. What was going on?
Just then, there was a flash of lightning in front of him. He closed his eyes as the light was too bright, and when he opened them again, Hadrian Potter was standing in front of him.
"Plans didn't go as it should have, Albus?" asked Harry quietly. He pointed his wand at Dumbledore's head and removed the binding on his memories. He had not completely obliviated the man, as he wanted Dumbledore to remember what had happened when he died. Dumbledore clutched his head as memories swarmed into his mind. After more than a minute, he remembered the meeting he had with Harry a few days ago.
"Harry, what have you done?" he asked horrified as reality sunk in.
"I only ensured you got what you deserved Albus" said Harry. His face was expressionless, and so were his eyes. There was nothing more to be said, really. He had got justice for what Dumbledore had done to his family, and that was enough for Harry.
"Did you think I would let you destroy my life, just when I finally fulfilled the terms of the prophecy? Did you think I was an innocent, clueless fifteen-year-old boy who didn't know the realities of the world?" asked Harry quietly. "Sorry to break your bubble, Albus. I'm much more than that. I know exactly what the world is like, thanks to you placing me at the Dursleys all those years ago. And our world doesn't need people like you or Riddle in charge. Checkmate, Albus. You will be executed within the hour. Try for some remorse at least now. What did I ever do to you? What did my parents do to you? They willingly followed you after their school years, trusting you to lead the war effort. You were admired by millions of witches and wizards, Albus. You could have let it all go! There is no denying that you are a brilliant and very powerful wizard. You could have helped the world in so many ways, instead of being obsessed with the Hallows and trying to reform people who didn't deserve a second chance."
"What did all their victims ever do to you, Albus? Never mind all those people, did Frank and Alice Longbottom deserve the lives they have led until now? They trusted you with their lives! Don't you even feel an ounce of regret for your actions when you see the state they are in? They're insane and are basically vegetables! Why? They could have led happy lives if you hadn't painted a target on their backs, just to get to my family and as an extension, the Hallows. What has your greater good brought you now? Nothing! You are in a cell, just like Gellert Grindelwald. When will you people learn to leave those powerful devices alone? Was it worth destroying so many families just to become the Master of Death? How is it different from Voldemort who created his Horcruxes? You may not have killed all those people with your wand, Albus, but it was because of you and your obsession with destroying the Peverell family to gain the Hallows that caused this mess, not to mention trying to soothe your conscience when it came to Riddle. How could such a knowledgeable person like you not know that it is impossible to steal family magic?"
At seeing Dumbledore's expression, Harry's face hardened. "That's why you took my blood?" he asked horrified. "You were trying to access the Peverell family magic? Does my blood run in your veins? You sick, delusional old man! You have sunk to the lowest level of line-theft!"
"No, your blood doesn't run in my veins" said Dumbledore softly. "I tried to use it purge the family magic from the cloak so that it would accept me without having to kill you. But since you were destined to die anyway. . ."
Harry shook his head in disgust. "The Potter family magic rebelled against you, didn't it? It didn't allow you to even attempt to access the dormant Peverell magic. And here I thought Voldemort was bad. He was an idiot too. He was only asking for trouble with trying to mess with family magic. Had I not killed him, I would have used the Potter family magic to destroy his body. It wouldn't have killed him had there been more Horcruxes, but it definitely would have left him without a body and as a wraith. Can you imagine the arrogance of the man to take the blood of a Lord of multiple Most Ancient Houses and commit line-theft in the process? It's a violation against Old Magic! At least you knew not to inject yourself with the blood. The consequences would have been dire if you had."
There was silence for nearly forty-five minutes as Harry calmly waited, leaning against the wall. "For what it is worth," said Dumbledore softly. "I really am sorry for what I did to your parents and the Longbottoms, Harry. You're right in that they didn't deserve their fate. I thought it didn't matter as I was the only one to lead the Magical world. I really thought I was destined to be the Master of Death for the betterment of all humanity."
"Good intentions are paved on the road to hell, Albus" said Harry. "At least you feel bad for what you've done, which cannot be said for Voldemort. I cannot forgive you for the way you have destroyed my life and the lives of countless others; it is up to Magic to decide your fate. Goodbye."
"Goodbye Harry" said Dumbledore. "And good luck in your future. You're a better man than I could ever be. You truly are something special, my boy. Take care of Hogwarts for me."
Harry's eye twitched as he wanted to say that had Dumbledore truly cared about Hogwarts, he wouldn't have used the place as his personal fiefdom. But he held his tongue; the man was about to die anyway. Besides, Dumbledore still hadn't felt that he had done anything wrong. He had apologised for what had happened to the Potters and Longbottoms but didn't really feel remorse for all the deaths and hardships he had caused in trying to correct his mistakes with Riddle and becoming the Master of Death. It just didn't matter anymore. But it didn't stop him from hitting the final nail on the coffin.
"If you want to know, I'll tell you" said Harry, his back facing Dumbledore. "I am Frank Olive. I own and created the Magical Daily Press. I am also now the Master of Death. I merged all three of the Deathly Hallows."
With that, Harry disappeared with another flash of lightning. Dumbledore's jaw was hanging on the floor as he realised how masterfully Harry had played him. Harry had been the owner of the Magical Daily this whole time? And Albus didn't even know that! Harry had executed that masterfully, not letting anyone know about it. Harry was also now the Master of Death? Albus had wanted to unite the Hallows for more than a century and now, it had been taken away from him when his goal was so close! He wanted to scream and rave, but was too weak to do so.
Albus Dumbledore lay down on the bed, as a lone tear rolled down his face as he waited for Death to come calling.
"Please forgive me, Ariana" he whispered as the dementor approached.