The next few chapters will be about some world building. Different Povs from different people.
A Community or Association. As a tittle for these guys?
In a community people have a sense of belonging. a village, a tribe or town. An Association is a group of people with a specific goal or purpose.
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~ Headmasters Office.
After Harry Left the Potion Classroom. Snape directly went to Dumbledore to complain
"Headmaster! That brat needs to be punished! He made a mockery of my first class!" Snape practically roared out, his face was red and the veins on his forehead were throbbing
Dumbledore just rubbed the bridge of his nose. 'This is my most trusted righthand man? What was my lesser self thinking? And he is supposed to be an Occlumency expert. Control yourself for Merlin's sake'
"Sigh. Severus. Try to recall the boys condition for joining Hogwarts"
Snape stopped for a second and thought about it. Harry Potter will not gain or lose points and won't get detention.
"And besides Severus, isn't this better for you? You won't have to see the boy at all in your classes"
Snape gritted his teeth "He insulted my teaching skills and took some students with him"
Dumbledore sighed again "Your teaching skills are abysmal as you well know, but I tolerate that because of your usefulness. I have had so many complaints over the years but i just brush them off or say that you will do better. And what students did he take?"
"Daphne Greengrass and Tracy Davis"
"Two students. You lose two students in exchange for not seeing Harry Potter again. Honestly Severus your grudge with the boy's father is dulling your intelligence and decision making. Get a grip or you will lose my support. I do not need an incompetent spy."
Snape was shocked Dumbledore had never addressed him like this before. No its not just that. The way he held himself had changed. This is a different Dumbledore than what he was used to.
Snape gulped "Understood Headmaster. I will return to my class now" he left with his robes bellowing behind him 'I need to think. This new attitude will change things, he didn't use to care about what I did. But now I truly feel like he will feed me to the wolves if I mess up. Damn it, this is bad especially with the Dark Lord in the castle. If either of them give me an order I can't fulfil. I'm dead'
Dumbledore watched silently as Snape left his office.
'The other me let him have too much freedom that its gotten to his head. Sometimes you need to pull on the leash to remind the dog of its place. Maybe this is a side effect of the spell. The other me has made some really bad decisions, that is taking me quite a lot of time to fix. Not to mention the political and diplomatic mess Harry Potter has caused for me. I have my hands full of meeting with people and remanding them of who they are actually messing with. That and eliminating some troublesome ones like Gejutel. His grandson seems to be smarter than him since he seems to be staying clear of me now.'
Dumbledore hummed as he drank his tee. He got rid of all the Lemon Drops. The ones that were doused with Wit-Sharpening Potion. Maybe it was a consequence of prolonged use of those candies.
'But still. Harry Potter is much different than i would have expected. To think his goal would be Ravenclaw's secret library. How laughable. I have searched for it for years and I couldn't find a single trace in this castle. Mr. Potter can try all he wants. It would be better if he tried for all 7 years, staying here so that he is within my influence. This castle is mine, I am at my strongest when I am here. And If he does, by some miracle find the Secret Library. Well a quick Obliviate and he would forget everything about it and the library would all become mine. For the Greater Good of course.' Dumbledore chuckled at his own joke.
'Speaking of mine. The other me actually managed to convince Nicolas Flamel to give the stone to him, temporarily of course. It appears my teacher must also be getting dull with age. But not before making an oath with my other self.
'Dumbledore or his helpers, can't use the stone for their own good or for anyone else. The stone is only to be used as bait against Voldemort and protected to the best of his ability.'
That's quite a tricky one, but luckily it has already been done. The other me did try, to the best of his ability. So did the staff in a manner of speaking. They tried their best with most of their magic being sealed. Which made the 'tests' barely have any difficulty at all. Most of the defences were Wards that he had set up, when Harry Potter appears. He can naturally disable them. Since the boy wasn't included in the oath.
The Stone can only be taken out by two people. Himself and Harry Potter.
If all goes according to plan there should be two Scenarios. The first Tom Riddle's Wrath gets trapped in the mirror, because Harry Potter had no interest in stopping him like he said at the Press Conference.
The second is Harry Potter takes out the stone and defeats him. Should Harry Potter get the stone, it will temporarily grant him protection against evil. A rare spell that he learned during his travels. Destroying Voldemort's vessel with the spell should be pretty easy, and this will solidify his image as the Chosen One. Adding some responsibility to the young boy's mind.
'He is the Chosen One. He can harm Voldemort. Only he can defeat him'
Well this is only if things go perfectly. If not I can always adapt.'
PSHHHH
Fawkes Flame Traveled to his extravagant Elder Wood perch. He had a letter in his claw. Dumbledore summoned it with a wave of his hand and read through it.
"Sigh it appears another one of my political opponents has to die. Why can't people ever know their place Fawkes?" Dumbledore threw some chili peppers at the bird who greedily gobbled them up.
Skree
The bird just nodded and continued to eat its spicy snacks.
The old man just chuckled, he had long gotten used to Fawkes's antics. He slowly stood up from his 'throne'. "No rest for the weary"
He raised his arm and the exotic bird landed on it.
"To Bulgaria Fawkes"
Skreeee!
Fawkes spread his wings and was engulfed in a flash of flames
PSHHHHHHH
The portraits watched this scene in silence before most of them sighing once he left.
"There he goes again"
"Another political opponent dead"
"And this is the Leader of the Light? Bollocks"
"That boy has no idea what he has unleashed on to the world"
"He is going to need all the help he can get"
"Silence" Headmaster Phineas Nigellus Black yelled out. "We are all dead. We have no rights to meddle with the living. Our job is to give advice to the Headmaster of this school. If he is an asshole like Dumbledore is and doesn't need our help. Then we can all just sleep for the next century." The man in the portrait glared at the other portraits in the room before leaving his photo.
'I don't know who took down my portrait at the Black Town House. But at least they put it somewhere dark and quiet. I can get some sleep'
Once Black left his portrait the other portraits cursed him for a while before all of them followed his lead and fell 'asleep'.
~ London. Kensington and Chelsea.
The richest borough in London is Kensington and Chelsea, known for its high property prices, affluent residents, and prestigious addresses like Kensington Palace Gardens, and is one of the most affluent areas in the UK.
What nobody knows is that many members of the Britain's Magical Association actually live there.
There are Twenty 'Major' Magical Families/Houses and Clans that stand above all other magicians except the Pendragon Family. They hold themselves much higher than the 'lower' families. Which mostly lead them to be ostracised by the others but they still can't say anything. Since the Pendragons consistently create Ultimate Class Fighters over generations. The head of the Family is always the Ultimate Class Fighter.
The Major families at most have Four to Five High Class Magicians.
Currently 5 of the 20 Families were having a meeting. These families had a working relationship with each other. A small alliance, driven only by profit. Each family controls something do with Trade. Various Warehouses. Trading Routes. Having Majority of various Industries. Food, Textile, exc.
The families in question were the Brooks, Russell, Townsend, Connolly and Prest Family.
All Five meet each other in different locations each time. Naturally their bodyguards stood outside waiting. If anybody from outside looked at this, they would think its a Mafia Boss meeting. Though they wouldn't be too far from the truth.
"All right Russell, stop with the stalling. We are done with all of our usual matters. You had a business opportunity that could make us all even richer. So spill" Arthur Brooks was a tall middle aged man with slicked brown hair to his nape. He had a greedy expression on his face as he lit his third cigar of the night.
(A/N I imagine him as Kyosuke from Death Note. The Third Kira. 'Fake Kira')
"That's right. You aren't the type to bluff. So start talking" Thomas Prest a young man in his twenties with long black hair smiled softly. But others knew better than to underestimate this faker. He is the type to whisper sweet nothings in your ear while he plunges a dagger in your back
(A/N. Just paying my respect to the fic. I quite like it. I imagine this guy like Sakyo from Yu Yu Hakusho.)
" Okay, Okay. " Oliver Russell a short man who was bald at the top and had spiky brown hair at the sides and back of his head. He had a small mustache and was wearing small circular sunglasses. "Though this mostly applies to both of you"
(A/N Gato from Naruto)
Oliver turned to the two men who were quietly waiting. One of the men, Edward Connolly was tall, had blond hair and blue eyes.
( A/N Yoshikage Kira. From JoJo)
The other was Neville Townsend. He was a man in his fifties. He had full black hair and a goatee which was graying, and the man looked like he was dying form exhaustion.
(A/N From Blacklist)
They had the most magical plants in Britain. Some they grew himself, some they gets through Various means. Import, Stealing, And sometimes through Squibs in the Wizarding World. Both of them naturally told nobody this since the other magicians consider wizards as savages. They do however suspect each other but it would be stupid to call out the other since it could easily be used on them. So they have this weird stalemate where they ignore each other. But work together to keep others from gaining a piece of their 'pie'.
"I heard some news, and got proof. I found a way to increase the growth of magical plants by three times"
Edward and Neville's eyes widened. The other two were also suppressed. They looked at each other in shock and came to the same conclusion. ' ' The rumor was true ' '
They had heard talk from their spies in the wizarding world. But took it as some scam that a wizard invented. After all how could a bunch of savages create something as revolutionary as that.
"Really!?"
"How!?"
Arthur and Thomas on the other hand knew nothing.
"I'll keep that to myself for now. All I ask is for 30% of this new venture instead of our usual 20%. I will handle all of the details. And just get the method to Edvard and Neville who will grow them and you two will distribute it through your channels.
Edward and Neville were unwilling to accept this. But their system of acquiring things from the wizarding world was very precise. If the wizards caught on to what happened. They could blow their entire operation. Some rare plants can only be acquired from the stupid wizards.
And unlike them. Oliver probably didn't have as much knowledge about Wizarding world. Meaning his methods were most likely to fail. Getting him a lower percent or no percent at all from this new venture. While they would have the time to set up a proper channel for whatever method Oliver has found. Since they only have rumors to rely on. But they will soon learn the whole thing from their spies'
Both of them looked at each other and nodded. ' ' Agree for now. When he fails take over ' '
"i agree." "So do I"
Arthur and Thomas had no reason to reject so they both agreed as well.
Oliver grinned happily. ' I'm going to make a killing. Now to find the brat that makes those pots and 'convince' him to work for me.'
He wanted a piece of the pie, that is Harry's Pots.
Currently only the Wizarding World has access to the pots.
(Harry Potter doesn't have the Industrialisation part done yet. He can't produce enough pots yet. So he is holding off on entering the Supernatural Market)
In his eyes, Harry is a country bumpkin who by sheer luck somehow managed to make this.
With their funding and connections. They can spread it around Britain and the Supernatural world. Gaining Money and Recognition.
Oliver found out about the Pots by pure chance during his 'raids'. Once in a while his men go and harass some muggleborn wizards to do some grunt work for them. Enchant simple things or make some potions. Say what you will about the wizards. Bone Growth potions and other things like Blood Replenishing potions work just as well on ordinary humans.
One of the witches had a special pot. Which apparently speeds up the growth of magical plants. But when they used a diagnostic spell. The pot shattered. Once he heard about this he was furious with his men. He forced the wizards to get more and told his son to do the testing.
But once his son who was Mid Class got near to the Pot it cracked. The same thing happened when he a true High Class got near it. (Low High Class)
So only his men could handle them. This was a flaw but not a big one. The Low Class grunts were usually the ones doing all the work anyway. As long as he finds the boy and gets the rune scheme from him. He will be RICH.
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What Oliver didn't know is that any devil or fallen or angels that come near it it will instantly crack. Even if its a low class. Only low class humans can touch them.
Even Harry himself can't touch them. After creating them, and when the, security runes become active. Harry can't touch them anymore. That's why others handle them.
Why did he make it like this? To prevent others from stealing his work and to piss people off. This Pot can hugely impact a lot of people's lives. Especially in the supernatural world.
Magical herbs used in healing are always rare no matter where you go. Being able to speed them up is amazing. And yet they can't even get near it.
And the pots can't handle the more valuable plants, since they themselves generate too much magic for the pot to handle. Harry and his family have their own extremely durable pots that work great with all kinds of plants.
Unfortunately for Oliver Russell and Harry Potter. The men working for the Russell Family were just like their boss. Slimy and sneaky. Some of his men were spies for other families. And they all Reported to other Families.
Who had spies from other factions because it was useful to know what the Britain's Magical Association was doing. And that's how those without any knowledge of the Wizarding World got the news about magical Pots that can speed up the growth of magical plants.
Because one scumbag couldn't be bothered to properly screen his people. He had oaths against telling people about Family Secrets. But nothing stopped them from telling others before He as the Boss declared it a secret in the first place.
And so the Supernatural world had its eyes on Harry Potter. As if he didn't have enough on his plate.
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~ Random British Surname Generator for (magical Families)
Prest, (just for fun coz of the Thomas Priest fic)
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Acland, Russell
Cecil, Hendrickson
North. Gray. Townsend
Caswell
Collier, Sawyers. Caine, Connolly
King ( people From Blacklist)
Bradshaw, Prescott
Brooks, Landy, Simmons