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By Ian Smith
A.K.A. Alastor Moody of The Unofficial Harry Potter Day
The end is the beginning…
What makes a man? Is it his choices? Is it his actions? Can a poor choice ruin a life time worth of good deeds? These questions rattled around in the back of Alastor “Mad Eye” Moody’s head for a good deal of time. He had seen the worst the wizarding world had to offer and it seemed that his time was nearly up, that someday soon a dark wizard would take his life. He studied the darkest forms of magic and witnessed the cruelest and foulest of deeds. His scarred body and soul weighed heavy with the loss of many close to him that he couldn’t save. The world was crumbling around him and he felt there was nothing he could do. The night of Harry Potters seventeenth birthday was quickly approaching and the plan was set, but was he truly ready?
He drank. He drank more. More and more till memories of old horrific magic filled his head. Curses and rituals long forgotten. A vision, a way to be revived after death. A horrible artifact that no sane wizard would use, a Horcrux. Alastor was far from sane in these times and the thought of being able to return, to continue the fight for his friends filled his mind. He drank himself to sleep that night, half a bottle of fire whiskey. The next day the thought still lingered in his mind. His books contained the key to this dark item. Five volumes on dark artifacts and creating them. He spent the day preparing for the secret move of Harry Potter and reading these vile tomes.
It was late into the night that he discovered the proper way to make a horcrux and the least horrific way to revive him. Most rituals to revive a person from a horcrux were vile, using dead and fresh body parts alike, sacrifices and even a couple of perverse acts. He came across a passage with the ritual below: “No dark wizard would dare use this ritual, for it leaves the revived body in a weakened state for a prolonged period of time…”
Required Items: The Horcrux, a large caldron, a small non transfigured animal, blood of the witch or wizard performing the ritual, dragons tears, a unicorn hair, a vial of phoenix blood, an ounce of pure silver, ground dryad horn and devil’s dust…
The ritual brings you back in a weakened state, so he had to have someone he could trust perform it. Someone who wouldn’t judge him for making such a horrible artifact. A person he abandoned long ago, it was for her own safety. He pushed her away so his enemies wouldn’t hurt her, couldn’t use her to get to him. Sasha Burnside, the only one who would understand, who would help. Who else would do but the one person he ever truly loved.
That dusty smile…
Alastor Moody stands with his fellow Aurors outside of Godric’s Hallow waiting for a scout to give the all clear. The target, Maivus Shadowvein, the crime, murder. It was proving difficult to track Maivus, he had been covering his tracks very well, that is till he slipped up. He had been using a shadow weave spell that gave the illusion of him as a shadow, but a passing car revealed him. A concerned wizard quickly reported what he had witnessed and where. Within moments a team of Aurors were there and had the whole area surrounded. Maivus had planned on using an empty muggle home, but he was now trapped. An anti apperation spell was quickly cast by the master enchanter of the squad. He had no way of escaping magically and was pinned down quickly.
An Auror scout threw out a whirling mass of blue sparks that lit up all of Godric’s Hallow and a bit of the out lying area. People ran into there homes in fear. The Aurors rush into the town and start stalking Maivus. He ditches the spell and flat out runs. Alastor turns the corner just in time to see Maivus head into an alley way. Alastor takes off after him, wand at the ready. A pop and a hiss, a jet of red sparks fly at Alastor’s head. He fires back, hitting the wall. Dust and debris fill the alley as spells fly. Maivus and Alastor’s eyes lock. Alastor smiles and raises his wand, Maivus throws himself backwards and away from the spell. He crashes through a door and vanishes into the dark house.
Alastor signals the other Auror members and they surround the house on all sides. Screams from inside the home alarm the Aurors and they fear the worst.
“Let me go and I won’t kill ‘em!” Maivus shouts.
“You know we can’t let you go, Maivus. You murdered Andrew Saddlehorn, Phillip Stride and Walter Svetlan! Now throw out your wand and come peacefully!” Davis Highwall, head of the Squad, commands.
Sparks fly out a window, nearly missing one of the Aurors. Alastor cast the Disillusionment charm on himself and quietly sneaks into the back of the house through the broken door. He navigates his way through the house till he comes to the room where Maivus is holding the home owners hostage. A middle aged couple cower on the floor and Maivus is gripping a young and beautiful woman around the neck. She looks up and stares where Alastor is standing, which shocks Alastor for a moment. Her eyes were so vivid, an electric blue. He stared for a moment then shook off the distraction.
Alastor positions himself just right for the take down. Maivus turns for a moment and Alastor strikes, hard and fast. Disarm, knocks the young woman away, stuns, petrifies, binds and then pins Maivus to the wall. In a matter of seconds it was over. Alastor had single handedly taken down Maivus Shadowvein and saved the Burnside family. The Auror team rushed in and took Maivus in. Alastor helped the young beautiful woman to her feet. He smiled at her.
“you’re all dusty.” The young woman said and she touched his face.
That was the first time he had ever met Sasha Burnside. They grew close over the years and he wished to make her his wife, but his work grew more hazardous. A friend of Alastor was captured and killed by dark wizards out for revenge after Alastor was forced to kill an attacking assailant who happened to be the dark wizards brother. Toni, Bart and Willis Killgore. A three brother dark wizard team, all out to cause trouble. Alastor pinched Bart for theft and attempted murder, but he escaped custody and snatched Alastor’s partners wand. Bart began to say the killing curse, but Moody was faster and launched him over a hundred feet away with a powerful Bombarda spell, which also left a smoldering crater in Bart’s chest. He killed him and now the other two brothers had killed one of his close friends.
How long till some horrible witch or wizard tries to take Sasha’s life? Alastor panicked and forced her into hiding. He would not let her die. It was after a nervous breakdown and four months of hiding out that he realized that the only way for her to be truly safe was for her to no longer be a part of his life. He pushed her away to keep her safe. He kept a locket with a small picture of her in it to remember her. He continued down his chosen path and became one of the greatest Aurors to ever have lived, but he never forgot her and she never forgot him either.
A quick visit…
Alastor gathered all the supplies for the ritual and then crafted the horcrux. It was extremely painful and left him feeling a bit hallow. He had killed so many in the name of justice, but doing it in the name of justice doesn’t make it any less of a horrific act. His soul was in pieces and now a bit of it resides in the small white gold locket. Alastor placed all the ingredients into a large envelope and sealed it. He then manifested a small decorative cage and then transfigured the locket into a beautiful butterfly. He gathered up the items and disapperated, reapperated and repeated this a couple more times to make sure he wasn’t fallowed.
He arrived, slightly shaking from the fear of seeing the one person he loved more than all else in the world. He shifts the package to his off hand and raises his hand to knock. His hand is stuck in mid air, his lip quivers slightly as memories fly through his head. He quickly knocks and waits. His heart beat fills his ears and his breathing quickens. The lock and latch on the door open, he attempts to swallow the lump in his throat. The door cracks open and those beautiful eyes stare at him. A tear builds in his eye and he gives a quivering smile.
She stands there, stunned. She lunges at Alastor wrapping her arms around him. They are lost in a perfect moment, as if they had never been apart. She pulls back and touches the side of his face. A tear falls from his eye. Her eyes speak volumes, her smile comforts him, her hand warms his heart. The only person who could save him, the only one who gave him hope in the darkest parts of his life now stands before him once more. She pulls him to a chair and turns to fill a cup with tea. Alastor sets the small cage and envelope on a near by side table and eases into the worn old chair. She turns and hands the cup of tea to Alastor, he drinks without hesitation. She smiles.
“I didn’t know if you’d drink it or not.” Sasha says, with a bit of a frog in her throat.
“your one of the only people I’ve ever trusted.” Alastor says into his cup.
As Sasha turns to get a chair Alastor takes her hand. She looks at his face and grows very concerned. She asks him what is wrong and Alastor proceeds to explain the current situation. He tells her everything being kept out of the daily prophet and other news sources. She is shocked and grips his hand tightly. He comes to the point of the plan to get Harry Potter out safely. His voice begins to crack as he says “I may not return from this.” She cries, collapsing to her knees. Alastor drops to his good knee and holds her.
“You must do something for me.” He whispers in her ear.
Alastor explains to her that she must complete a ritual and that she would know when it must be done. Her crying slows as she looks into his battle torn face. He removes a necklace with a small hand holding a key ring with different small keys dangling from it. She looks mortified as he puts the necklace in her hand. She cries more heavily and shakes her head. He closes his hand over hers and leans in slowly. He caresses the side of her face and kisses her gently.
“You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I’ve always loved you.” Alastor whispers.
Alastor stands and pulls his staff from a pocket with an expansion charm on it. He wipes the tears from his face and heads for the door. Sasha gets to her feet and grabs his arm. She grips his arm as tightly as she can. Alastor turns and smiles at her, smiles the way he use to when they were young. A warmth comes over her and her grip goes slack. He takes her hand and looks into her eyes.
“You’re just as beautiful as the day we met. I’m doing this for you, for the Potter boy, for all the people who could loss everything, muggles and wizards alike. I’m doing this so someone somewhere might experience the kind of love I feel for you. I - I should have married you.” Alastor says, eye locked on her.
Alastor turns and walks into the night, disapperating in the darkness. Sasha clings to the door frame muttering “don’t go”.
It’s come to this…
Sasha was so in love with Alastor. She would wait up at night for him to return from his dangerous missions, often falling asleep in his favorite chair. She was always at his side when he would be injured or cursed in some way. She always was there for him when often times he couldn’t be there for her. His work put him in constant danger and at times she was the target of dark wizards evil. She more than once had death threats pointed in her direction. She refused to leave Alastors side. She began studying various types of magic to help her man and to protect her and their home from the menace of dark wizards. She tried so hard to make him happy, but he always was so distant. When Alastors friend, who had no professional ties to the Aurors was slaughtered in the streets near his home, Alastor lost his mind.
As Alastor gathered all their things he could only mutter “it’s not safe” over and over. Sasha knew he was protecting her, but she was still afraid. She was more afraid of losing Alastor than of any dark wizard. She felt closer to him in hiding than any other time in recent memory. He was in their hiding place almost every single night guarding her. One day she found a letter crumpled up on the floor.
Your behavior as of late has me questioning you sanity, old boy. You are one of the best Aurors I have and your absents from the office and slacking on your missions has me quite concerned. I can only guess that you have fled the area after your girlfriend was threatened and your friend was killed. We can offer you protection Alastor, you needn’t hide out. I wish to speak to you straight away.
P.S. I’m not just your commander, I’m your friend. Don’t forget that.
Davis Highwall E.S.C.
Sasha didn’t know what to do. Alastor was avoiding work to keep her safe. She decided to contact Alastor’s commander and bring him to the hide out. This was a poor choice on her part, for Alastor’s paranoia was so great that he was convinced that his own commander was an imposter. He attacked him right in front of Sasha. He had his wand at his commanders throat and was screaming in his face “who are you and how’d you get in here!?!”. Sasha stunned Alastor. He awoke in Saint Mungo in a daze. Sasha and his commander stood by his bed looking down at him. Alastor begins to cry. He apologizes to both of them and rolls over, facing away from them.
“Sasha, he is very ill. I think he needs to stay here for a time. Do you need a place to stay?” Davis says softly to Sasha out of ear shot of Alastor.
“NO. I will not leave him here alone.” Sasha says sternly.
“well, he’s lucky to have you.” Davis says with a smile.
Davis pats her on the shoulder and leaves. Sasha finds a comfy chair and pulls it next to the bed. Alastor sleeps for several days without waking. Sasha is greatly worried, but she has trust in the hospitals abilities. One morning she wakes to find Alastor holding her hand and staring at the ceiling. He has no emotion on his face. She tries to pull away to get someone, but he squeezes her hand and pulls her towards him. Sasha sits on the bed and looks at him. Alastor stares at the ceiling for a while longer, still gripping her hand tightly.
“Alastor, are you alright? I’ve been so worried.” Sasha says softly.
“No. I’m not alright. I won’t be until I know you’ll be safe.” Alastor says coldly.
Alastor sits up in bed and looks deep into Sasha’s eyes. He caresses her face slowly. Tears build up in his eyes and begin rolling down his cheeks. She pulls him close and holds him as he gently weeps on her shoulder.
“I can’t keep you safe. There is no way that I can keep you safe while I’m near you.” Alastor says with a cracked voice.
“What are you talking about, Alasator? You’ve always kept me safe. From the moment I first met you and you saved me from that horrible man.” Sasha says.
“Things are getting worse, I’m being sent on more and more missions. Dark wizards are amassing in areas trying to over throw everything, destroy everything and if you’re close to me you’ll be destroyed too. I couldn’t bare to see that happen.” Alastor says, tears streaming down his face.
“Why are you saying this? I’ve never felt safer than when I’m with you.” Sasha says, tears welling up in her eyes.
“I won’t let you die because of me. You have to leave, never come back. Find someone who won’t get you killed.” Alastor says as he looks away from her.
Don’t you love me? Don’t you care? Alastor, no. You’re breaking my heart. Please.” Sasha says, weeping.
“More than you could ever know.” Alastor mumbles with his face buried in his hands.
Sasha runs from the room, weeping heavily. A nurse walks up to him and places a hand on his shoulder. Before she could say anything he jumps up throwing her hand off of his shoulder. He glares at her with a stare like a beast hunting pray. The nurse slowly backs away from him. Alastor stands with his fists clenched, breathing heavy. He notices A bottle of high quality fire whiskey sitting on the side table next to his hospital bed. He grabs it and rips off the bow and name card. He glances at the name card. It’s signed from members of his Auror squad. He tosses the ribbon and card on the bed and demands he be given his wand and clothes back immediately.
Once dressed, Alastor heads out the doors with no real aim. He pulls the cork from the bottle and tosses it. He drinks and walks. He ends up in an alleyway somewhere on the backside of London. He hospitalized four men that night who tried to mug him. He walks into the Auror office the next morning sweating fire whiskey, filthy, angry, ready. His devotion to the safety of all people was unmatched. That night he had inflicted the greatest wound he would ever receive upon himself.
Sasha was crushed, utterly heart broken. She tried moving on, but he was her one true love. She was even married for a short time, but she could never feel as close as she did with Alastor with anyone else. Alastor sent unmarked gifts every year, an enchanted bird that sings her favorite melody, a bottle full of dancing lights that sparkle like lowland sprites flying over a pond and a miniaturized bit of forest. He also sent her safety devices, sneak scopes, a foe glass and a sentry guard disguised as a cat. He felt her safest when he was not with her even though he deeply loved her.
Sasha couldn’t help but to remember all the pain she felt as he left her and now he may die. She sat up late that night drinking some hot cocoa and staring at the fire. The butterfly slowly fluttered its wings. Shortly after midnight, Sasha was startled by the sound of something metal falling in the cage with the butterfly. She picks up the cage and inside is a small white gold locket. She turns pale. She half rips the cage door off its hinges. She grasps the locket and pulls it from the cage. She opens it and a picture of the two of them is staring her in the face. A flood of terror comes over her. Alastor is dead. She collapses on the floor and weeps till she falls asleep.
She dreams a beautiful dream. All that was lost, all that was destroyed, whole again in her dream. Alastor looks into her eyes and smiles. They are both young again. He tells her that she must complete the ritual. She is scared, it grows dark. Alastor starts to age rapidly. Alastor shouts in the darkness, you must complete the ritual. His face turns old, rotten, dead. A perfect dream, a perfect nightmare.
The morning after…
Sasha wakes slowly, sore from being curled up on the hard floor. Her face aches from crying and her stomach is still in knots. She slowly gets herself upright and stretches as best she can. The locket sits on the floor closed. She picks up the blanket from the floor and lays it over the chair that Alastor loved to sit in. She looks back down to the locket and it sits open. Sasha stops for a moment, confused. She bends down to grab it and the picture of Alastor turns and locks eyes with her. She freezes and stares at the picture. The locket vibrates and a voice emanates from it.
“Sasha, complete the ritual!”
The sound of Alastors voice startles her and she shuffles backward, knocking over a side table and a chair. She grasps her chest, breathing heavy, light headed, she crumples against her dining table. The echoing voice of Alastor rings in her ears. Visions of Alastor dying and being reborn run on loop in her mind. She comes to and is drenched in cold sweat. Her eyes are still blurry and her head is ringing. The sight before her comes into focus. The locket floats in mid air, the picture of Alastor smiling at her.
“Please perform the ritual.”
Alastors voice fades and the locket falls to the ground and closes. Sasha sits on the floor looking at the locket. She slowly reaches for it, picks it up and opens it. The pictures have returned to normal. A tear rolls down her cheek. She gets to her feet and goes through the envelope Alastor had given her. She is disturbed by a couple of the ingredients on the list for the potion needed for the ritual, but she doesn’t stop preparing. She gathers the final components and begins.
As she adds the ingredients to the cauldron nothing seems to be happening, they just sit there simmering. As she starts repeating the incantation the cauldron begins to shudder and smoke. She throws in the locket and recites the final line of the incantation. A column of blue fire and smoke shoot from the cauldron. Sasha is knocked off her feet by the blast. The fire burns cold, yet scorches the ceiling. Sasha puts out the fire as best she can. As small flares burn out they leave both scorch marks and frost. Sasha cautiously touches the frost and it burns her finger like dry ice.
She is distracted by this curious magic that she just performed and completely ignores the cauldron its self. She pokes and prods the scorch marks and even tries to prevent one of the flares from going out, but to no avail. Suddenly a whimper sounds from the cauldron. Sasha goes rigged. She is deathly afraid of what lay in the bottom of the cauldron. Another whimper and a gurgling sound echo in the large cauldron. She slowly approaches the cauldron and peers in. A strange sludge lays in the bottom. The slime starts mounding up in the center of the cauldron. A bubble pops and another whimper sound.
The bluish slime grows hard around the mound in the center of the cauldron. Sasha grips the sides of the cauldron, her eyes locked on this thing in the cauldron. The sound of a baby crying begins to come from the mass in the cauldron. Panic comes over Sasha as she fumbles to get the mass out of the cauldron. She cracks the bluish cocoon with her wand and pries the pieces off the child. There lies a little infant boy. The child looks perfectly healthy, that is till he opens his eyes. His left eye is white, blind. As she examines the child further, scars all over his body, subtle like light colored birth marks. The infant looks up at her, touches the side of her face and says “Sasha.”
Pain is all I have…
Sasha awakens on the floor, a knot on the back of her head. She sits up and looks on the table, but the child isn’t there. She jumps to her feet and begins looking around her home. She finds the child in her room sleeping on her bed. Sasha touches his head, he looks at her with blurry eyes and again says her name. Sasha is beyond confused and begins to cry. Is it really Alastor? Is he really alive, here, now? She sits on the floor crying. Alastor is alive, but he is an infant. She sits there staring at her hands, aching, confused. The memories him protecting her flood her mind.
A moment of clarity and she decides to protect him, to raise him as her own. She has no idea if he will remember the times they shared, but she doesn’t care. She has him back. She gets to her feet and grabs a blanket and bundles it around Alastor. She gets her hand bag and heads out to the local market to get some extra food for the both of them. Other local folks greet her in the street, but she doesn’t reply. Even the clerk at the market, who she normally chats with is blown off as she pays quickly and leaves.
When she returns she immediately goes in and checks on Alastor. She sees him sleeping, but something is different, yet she is unable to tell what. She puts away her groceries and begins to prepare some food. Over the next month Alastor sleeps most of the time and grows rapidly. After six months Alastor is approximately ten tears old and still only says “Sasha“. She can hardly stand it. The pain of seeing the one person she loves more than anyone else in the world suffering, lost in his own mind, it’s slowly taking its toll.
Another six months pass and Alastor is still in a strange dazed state. He can say a handful of words now, but he is still unable to talk normally. Sasha struggles with him, trying hard everyday to get him to remember. She shows Alastor photos and plays him their favorite song, yet none of seems to work. Alastor begins to wander around aimlessly. He tries to help Sasha, but is easily distracted. She feels he knows her. Small moments give her faith that he’ll return to her, but it is still so hard.
One morning Alastor is gone. He is nowhere to be found in the house or in the surrounding area. She frantically searches for him on foot, but she can’t find any trace of where he went. She makes her way home and grabs her broom. It’s dusty and worn in spots, but it should still fly. She straddles her old broom and all her old quidditch skills come back to her. She flies up and around in a spiral pattern looking for any sign of Alastors whereabouts. After a half hour of flying she sees something out of the ordinary. As she flies down toward the shore of the lake that lies a few miles from Sasha’s home, she sees Alastor standing on a rock protruding from the water.
After Alastor wandered away and kept wandering Sasha felt it would be best to take him to Saint Mungos Hospital. Sasha visits him daily and tries to help him to remember. Some nights she would fall asleep in the hospital by his side. By all accounts he appears to be about eighteen or nineteen years old.
“I won’t leave you, Alastor. I’ll keep you safe.”
Every night Sasha would say this to Alastor. All he could say is “thank you“. Sasha wouldn’t give up on him, even as the hospital began to fill up with the victims of the new Ministry of Magic. She was harassed by the ministry, but lucky for her she is a pure blood and they left her alone once it was proven. She kept her head down and for Alastors sake she forged his papers declaring him as her son. She was worried that the ministry would see through the forged papers, but it wasn’t the ministry.
Lost in my own mind…
The news spread quickly through out the world. Harry Potter has killed Lord Voldamort! All of Voldamorts followers were either arrested, killed or fled. Alastor still lay strapped to the bed, so he wouldn’t wander away. Many more people were brought in with injuries from clearing out the last of Voldamorts followers. Davis Highwall walks into the room where Alastor lay. He walks right by him toward another bed where he sits for a while. Sasha looks nervous, but tries to focus on Alastor. Davis finishes his visit and turns to leave. Sasha doesn’t make eye contact, but he has already seen Alastor.
“Alastor!? Is that you?”
Davis is stunned. He sees that the woman sitting next to him is Sasha and is floored. Alastor had died over a year ago, yet here he sits, young again. Davis demands answers from Sasha. She can’t refuse to answer the questions from one of the few people who supported their relationship. They step into a broom closet and she regales him with the entire story. Davis is utterly stunned. Alastor must of truly lost his mind to create a Horcrux, especially after he found out about Voldamorts use of that type of dark relic. He is still confused about his sudden youth, so Sasha decides to take Davis to her home and show him the list of ingredients and the incantation Alastor had given to her.
They appear in front of her house and they proceed inside. A subtle scorch mark still lingers on the ceiling and the place is a bit messy, but still very inviting. Sasha goes to the corner of her kitchen and lifts the cage and envelope up from behind a storage box. Davis empties the content of the envelope onto her dining table and reads through everything multiple times. He looks at the damaged locket and is saddened at the sight. He says to Sasha that he must take the ingredients list and incantation, but he leaves the locket. The side with Alastors picture is almost ripped in two. A memory of their love and his resurrection.
“what will you do?” Sasha desperately asks.
“whatever we can to help him.” Davis replies.
Davis hugs Sasha and leaves. She cries, but now they are tears of joy. Davis disapperates just outside Sasha’s door. He appears outside the ministry. He enters in the Aurors special entrance down an always behind some trash bins. The chaos of reestablishing proper rule with in the ministry is still underway. Davis is well known and respected, so few bother him as he walks through the office toward an old friend, Martin Freehand. Kingsley Shacklebolt is discussing security issues with Martin as Davis enters. Both Kingsley and Martin great Davis warmly and wonder if he is there to lend assistance in the reorganization. Davis closes the door and asks the two men to sit. He pulls from a pouch the two pages he took from Sasha and shows them to Kingsley and Martin and then proceeds to tell them the whole story. They’re shocked, yet Kingsley looks happy. With out question Kingsley orders for him to be brought to the ministry and be kept in the medical area associated with the department of mysteries.
A small group of aurors pick up Alastor and bring him to the ministry. He is put in the special medical facility and is immediately gone over from head to toe. Strange magical devices are brought in. Some are experimental, drawing negative energy from ones spiritual core or so says the witch who crafted it. Others purify the air, monitor stress levels and map thought patterns. After some review of Alastors thought patterns it’s found that his mind had been splintered by an unknown force or magic. Progressive magical scans can’t find a specific spell and out of the list of supplies used none of the ingredients are known to destroy or fracture a persons memory. Devil’s Dust is the only restricted item on the list for its rage and nightmare inducing effects.
Alastors care takers are dumbfounded and seek help of a more spiritual nature. Tabatha Windsong, a powerful witch from the states. She works in the ministry researching the soul and spiritual energy. She checks her device and lays charms and crystals on specific points over Alastors body. In less than ten minutes she demands that he be moved to the veil. The two caretakers reluctantly take Alastor up by the arms and make their way to the room containing the veil. As they grow closer Alastor begins to stir. As they enter the room Alastor begins to babble uncontrollably. Alastor is sat in front of the veil.
Tabatha summons two pillars beside Alastor and shackles him to them. He hangs slack from his wrists, still mumbling incoherently. Tabatha writes ruins on the ground with her wand around the outside of the platform where the veil stands. She places a leather band covered in symbols and ruins on his head and a pendant with a color changing stone around his neck. She begins speaking an incantation in Cherokee. After a few moments the ruins and glyphs on the ground begin to glow brightly. Alastor appears within the veil.
Alastor stands and looks at himself within the veil. They speak in unison. We are one, though separate. We are the same and different. We are ashamed and lost. We have given into our madness. A soul divided, darkness has crept in. A foul deed we have done, corrupting who we are. A horcrux divided us. The Alastor within the veil speaks alone. It will be your choice to reunite us. Remember. The band and pendant begin to glow. Alastor rises off the ground, the pendant pulling away from his neck. A burst of energy knocks Tabatha off her feet. She sits up and looks at Alastor. He is slumped forward hanging from his restraints.
My madness, my clarity…
After a week of being unconscious Alastor finally wakes. He is unable to complete thoughts and suffers frequent headaches. One of the memory specialists begins to help him organize his memories. After a month Alastor seems to be back to his old self again. Sasha is permitted to visit him and he is aloud to venture out into the world under close watch of two aurors. Alastor spends a great deal of time with Sasha in the hopes he can earn her forgiveness, that he may get back the love that he lost, but something has changed in him.
“I can’t pretend anymore, Sasha.” Alastor says, sadly.
“Why are you saying this, Alastor? I still love you, I’ve never stopped.” Sasha says with tears in her eyes.
Alastor gathers his possessions and hands her a key off his key ring necklace. The key returns to its normal size. He explains that everything that is in the safe that the key opens is hers. A lifetime of wealth and treasures from around the globe were hers. Alastor was no longer the man she knew and a darkness was rising within him. He was afraid that he would do something that would truly hurt her, that he would be putting her in danger with his very presence. His aggression with his wand training was frightening Sasha and worrying the aurors watching him. Deep down she knew, she knew there was something different. A constant anger, small hints here and there.
As Alastor moved the last of his things from Sasha’s home, he falters a simple spell and proceeds to blow a near by tree into splinters out of rage. He locks eyes with her for a moment and she is terrified, his whole face is distorted with pure white hot rage. He moves the trunk he dropped and turns to Sasha. She jumps as he extends his hand. The one person he loved more than anything in the world is now afraid of him. He turns and walks toward his luggage.
“I only ever wanted you to be happy.” Alastor says, back turned.
Alastor leaves without looking back to Sasha. Sasha cries deeply even though she’s partly relieved that he’s gone. She wipes the tears from her cheeks and makes her way inside. She knocks away some large splinters of wood so the door will close. She turns and sees something on her dining table. A small green box tied with a white ribbon. She pulls the ribbon and the box pops open. A beautiful white gold locket, highly detailed engravings and when opened a picture of Alastor as he was. A faint song, their song. She cries herself to sleep once more.
Alastor arrives at his new flat in a dodgy part of London. The ministry has set him up with an excellent place to quietly train. His study into advanced magical item crafting led to some interesting experiments, if only for his own amusement. He was playing around a bit, but all were aimed at making him a new eye. He needed inspiration for his new magical eye. What more could it do? What new magics could he incorporate?
Alastor adventures out a great deal and begins to find great interest in muggle underground cultures. The music, the fashion, films and interesting books. The muggles have quite the imaginations and a few books and films give him great ideas. Alastor researches into spells with similar affects to what he saw in the muggle films. Some of the desired affects have no spell , so he decides to create his own. He watched as muggles used laptop computers and accessed the internet to search for information. He made multiple requests for muggle devices and asked for access to the entire ministry library.
He was very slow at learning how to use his new muggle devices, but eventually took to it. He found great joy in his portable music device, the fun little games on his computer and the mass amount of information the internet provides. His research into animals helped him to discover some amazing abilities that could be fairly easily reproduced with magic. He went out and acquired raw materials and spell components for his work. The aurors who were assigned to him were replaced with a sentry, invisible to muggles. Alastor kept to himself where ever he went to avoid confrontation.
His interest in music and films also brought interest in creating magical versions of his players. Since his eye was still intact he decides to use a glass lens mounted in an eye patch. Alastor begins experimenting, trying each type of vision and testing their use. He found the vision of the Mantis Shrimp combined with other types of radio vision and infra vision resulted in amazing new and more powerful eye. He incorporated sonar, a targeting system to help him identify threats and a magic sensor to help spot concealed magic.
He tests his eye as he strolls through London late one night. Three men begin to fallow him as he passes through a park. Alastor heads under a bridge and cast Disillusionment on himself. The three men come running under the bridge and look around confused. Alastor Launches all three men at once into the wall under the bridge. The three men lay crumpled up in a bloody heap on the ground. Alastor raises his wand to slaughter the men and the sentry begins to screech like some sort of robotic owl and before he can strike the final blow four Aurors appear, disarm him, take him into custody and disapperate.
Alastor awakes in a cell wearing a prison jump suit without a number. Enraged, he begins pounding on the door, screaming and swearing. He punches the door, breaking his hand and wrist. He grips his hand and continues to scream till he passes out. He awakes again, this time strapped to a hospital bed. His wrist had been fixed while he was unconscious. A nurse walks in with a letter and without a word she hands it to Alastor.
Alastor, your behavior as of late is beyond questionable. In fact, it’s down right nasty. I have been completely informed of all things that have taken place and you must remedy this break in your behavior or we will be forced to put you away for a long time, my old friend. You made the horcrux, so you know what you must do.
Alastor sits and stares at the ceiling, rubbing the paper as he fumes. His misplaced rage is giving him horrific thoughts aimed towards those he cares about. What do they know of his pain, his sacrifices. How dare they tie him down and take away his new eye and wand. What do they know of his suffering? It was just a stupid horcrux… The horcrux. He had forgotten that he had used a piece of his soul to make it. The rage was blinding him, making him forget what was most important. An epiphany, he must put back the piece that was missing. It would take time, but it can be done, it will be done.
The nurse comes back a while later, Alastor request to see Kingsly in a very sullen tone. She smiles and nods and a short time later Kingsly walks in. He smiles at Alastor, but Alastor does not even make eye contact. Kingsly pulls up a chair and sits beside Alastor, waiting till he is ready to talk.
“I need your help.” Alastor says, staring at the ceiling.
“I know, my friend. I assume you realized what you’ve done and how serious this whole situation is?” Kingsly replies.
Alastor nods and looks Kingsly in the eye. Kingsly undoes the restraints and reaches into his robes. He draws out Alastors wand and his replacement eye. Alastor gathers up his things while he explains how his new eye works to Kingsly. They discuss the clean up efforts, how Alastor plans to regain the missing part of his soul and his possible reinstatement into the Aurors. Things felt much more light and free. He knew what must be done and now has the support and access to the resources to do it.
Once broken, it can never be perfect again…
Alastor reads through the books on horcrux crafting, all say the same. He must feel the utmost regret and truly seek out repentance for the lives he has taken. He must do so even if it was in the name of justice. The ritual would take a long time to prepare and a long time to perform. He gathered the elements that are needed for brewing and with the aid of a ministry potion master he began the long and tedious task of preparing the alchemical aspect of the ritual. All dealings having to do with Alastor are being kept extremely secret. He is given a false name and is brought in as a special recruit for the Aurors.
Alastor is placed in a special unit and is made second in command. The members of the team protest his command post, but he is placed none the less. Only the squad leader is made aware of Alastors true identity. He begins training with his new squad and they are amazing, all skilled well beyond the average Aurors. Patricia and Blake Pierce, twins from the states with a telepathic link between them, Everett Von Mort, a German half dead master of spell rebounding, Hamish Stonewall, a Scottish master of elemental transfiguration, Kage Ryu, A Japanese master of stealth and deception, Madi Zunbi, an African master of mind and memory magic, Caspian Strongarm, A large English man with amazing power and constitution and The squad commander and an old friend of Alastors, Marshal Ironhide. Alastor is given the name Xeth Dralwyn, the name of an ancient wizard poet.
The others try some hazing of Alastor, but He won’t have any of it. His anger is still out of control and he lashes out violently at his new team mates. A swirling vortex of flame and electricity fill the training room. Luckily Marshal has the skill and power to deal with Alastors outbursts. The vortex is quickly dispelled and no one is injured. Marshal grabs Alastor and drags him from the room. All the other members look at each other stunned.
Alastors first mission went off without a hitch. The second mission goes by the book. The third mission gets messy. The team is pinned down in a room while the walls are slowly being blown apart. Marshal and Patricia get blown across the room, Caspian stands to launch a spell and is blasted halfway through the opposing wall and Alastor loses his temper. He tumbles to the center of the room and shoots a ball of lightning through one of the larger holes. He can hear screams as bolts arc off the surging ball. Alastor collapses the roof onto the attackers, seriously injuring most of them. They are quickly subdued and taken in to custody. His actions saved the team, but could have costs the lives of more than just the attackers. The collapse injured multiple hostages being held in a different room.
Alastor was left behind on the next two missions. He had to stay behind until his ritual to complete himself was done. After a month of painstakingly slow work on the alchemical portion, it is finally complete. He begins the ritual in a sealed room within the department of mysteries. Using special made chalk, containing ground dragon bone, salt of phoenix tears, wraith ash and a few other common ingredients, he draws symbols on the ground surrounding the cauldron. He begins reciting the incantation, which is four pages long and he must recite it twelve times perfectly. He thinks of his past and of the future, his friends and family, the living and the dead. His deepest regrets and all he has lost. The potion rises and begins to swirl around him, the symbols on the ground glow brightly, voices echo and scream and his soul becomes whole again.
Alastor lay unconscious on the floor, blood slowly pouring from his mouth and nose. He can faintly hear people trying to get in the room, his blurred vision is full of moving images and dancing light. Five ministry medics run into the room accompanied by Kingsly Shacklebolt. Alastor is quickly taken off to Saint Mungos. Various healing charms and potions are used on Alastor, but they aren’t working. He continues to slowly bleed. He hasn’t the will to live, his heart is empty, the loss is too great.
“He’s going to die! Isn’t there something you can do!?!” Kingsley shouts.
“We’re doing all we can, he doesn’t seem to have the will to live.” The lead medic says.
A voice in the darkness, like that of an angel, a voice from his past. The darkness is calling. Alastor walks through a dark forest, he can see nothing more than a few feet in front of him. Sounds and movement lie just beyond his field of view. Voices whisper foul things in his ears, death, decay, murder, slaughter, destruction, perversion. The stench of rot fills the air. Alastor is compelled to continue forward. Familiar voices echo in the distance. A faint glow in the distance. The smell of rot and decay grows stronger. The voices in his ears grow louder and louder. Alastor steps around a tree to find the source of the glowing. He sees himself standing upon a pile of rotting bodies, victims of justice. Alastor stands face to face with his inner demon, his shame.
Kingsley disapperates and quickly apperates back with Sasha on his arm. She rushes to Alastors side and grips his hand. She whispers to him, comforts him. After a few moments he stops bleeding. Kingsley encourages her to continue whatever she’s doing. After a couple minutes Alastor seems normal, unconscious, but normal. All the medics take to other patients and a nurse sets up a couple of monitoring devices. Sasha looks at Kingsley, sadness in her eyes.
“Kingsley, I have to leave. Alastor can’t know I was here.” Sasha says on the verge of tears.
“I understand. Before you go, what did you say to him?” Kingsley asks.
“I told him what he told me. I told him what he told me the night he died.” Sasha says, tears streak down her face.
Alastor stands before himself, king of a mountain of corpses. He calls out to himself, but there is no response. The voice of the angel speaks in the distance. Alastors doppelganger turns to face him. It’s the old him, the paranoid drunk him. The angelic voice speaks out again. His old self slams his staff into the pile of rotting corpses beneath his feet. A shock wave of energy burst forth. The corpses begin to writhe and those at the bottom of the pile claw at the ground, they are trying to break free from the pulsating mass.
No one will save you and you can’t save anyone. Why bother living when we are all going to die in the end. There is no point, you should just let go. Alastors doppelgangers venom is stinging every nerve. His words are like daggers. The familiar angelic voice speaks again. . You’re doing this for me, for Harry Potter, for all the people who could loss everything, muggles and wizards alike. Alastors inner demon growls and spits more venom. You’ve lost everything, your friends, your family, love. You belong here, with me, you are me. The king of corpses, a feeble old paranoid drunk. A deceiver, a fool, a coward too afraid of his own destiny. You are destined to die. The angelic voice rings out once more. You’re doing this so someone somewhere might experience the kind of love you feel for me.
The corpses crawl nearer, clawing at Alastors legs. Sasha, her voice, the angelic voice. He must live for her and anyone else who deserves love, kindness and freedom from tyranny. He has to protect them. He is tainted by violence, anger and murder, but he can’t let that stop him from embracing his new start. Alastor looks up at himself and begins climbing over the corpses. They claw at him, yank his clothes, yet he climbs on. He reaches his former self, rips the staff from his hands and grabs his coat. He tosses the doppelganger to the ravenous writhing mass of corpses.
“You’re not me. I was forced to kill in the name of justice, but I pity them and I pity you. I’ve lived and died to protect others, that’s not going to stop now. I will not let these corpses consume me, these regrets. The lives I’ve saved shall save me.” Alastor says loudly.
The writhing mass swarms over Alastors former self. Alastor slowly backs away from the horrific scene. He shrinks back behind the shadowy trees. He turns and fades into the darkness leaving his corrupt past behind. He has accepted his past and has chosen to be a better person. He will do what he must to protect those that can’t protect themselves.
Alastor stirs and Sasha quickly disapperates. Kingsley turns his attention back to Alastor. The nurse walks over and checks over Alastor. She gives him a revitalizing potion to help with the weakness. He will still need plenty of rest. Kingsley pats Alastor on his shoulder and welcomes him back. Before Kingsley leaves they shake hands. He disapperates leaving Alastor alone. He sits staring at the familiar ceiling. His chest doesn’t feel hollow like before. The ritual worked and Sasha brought him back once more. He grips his chest, a broken heart, a mended soul.
The more things change…
Alastor is put back on probationary status, but quickly proves his trustworthiness and a massive improvement in his demeanor and tactics over a rather short period of time. The timing of his recovery proved most beneficial to the Aurors. Rumors of a cult that worship ancient and vile creatures seem to be true. Crime scenes from around the globe are turning up similar evidence, ritualistic murders, kidnappings and thefts. Leaders within the cult appear to all be witches or wizards and the rest are mostly muggles. People are so desperate for power that they are giving up their own identities just for a taste. These people are being tricked into committing crimes as they are steadily fed lies. They are kept ignorant in order to twist their views of reality to suit the cults needs. A joint effort is in affect between Aurors and muggle government agencies. Shared intelligence is driving back the efforts of the cult.
The cult is obsessed with ancient creatures worshipped as gods in the ancient Sumerian kingdom. The problem is, there is a great deal of text to back the existence of these creatures. Legends state that these creatures ruled over muggles and wizarding kind alike for a time, but a rebellion rose and through magic and pure might, the beast were over thrown and trapped for all time, or so they thought. A group of dark witches and wizards scoured the globe for the texts that gave the locations of the supposed burial chambers. During the short lived rein of Voldemort this group was given access to the deepest and most secret vaults within the Ministry. After the dark rein ended the departments were a mess and it was only recently that the Department of Secrets found that there were multiple tomes missing having to do with the dark cults horrific agenda.
The books that went missing were one of a kind and contained historical information about the over throw of the ancient creatures. They were written in an old dead language and are considered to be very dangerous and very valuable. The books were labeled as “black” due to there volatile information and the adverse affects they’ve had on people who have tried to study them. Every hundred or so years a witch or wizard tries to study these old tomes, within a few weeks they all go mad. The records show that every single person who has ever studied the books became completely paranoid and suffered from terrible nightmares. The books were labeled as “black” in the late 1800’s after they had claimed there last victim.
All Aurors were informed to a point, but only the top notch squads were given certain information. Top squads are brought in for a special briefing. A representative for the Department of Secrets meets with the squad members to discuss what information the books contain and possibly how the cult will use it. A member of the CIA in charge of the Muggle Wizard Relations Committee presents vital information about their whereabouts in the states and throughout Europe. The cults locations in Asia are a bit spotty due to some political turmoil in certain areas. A plan was devised to eliminate the cult by attacking their main meeting locations. Muggle authorities would take down the smaller locations where there aren’t any witches or wizards.
The plan was set and each elite squad gathered whatever special equipment they might need. Large amounts of magical armor, enchanted locators, diversionary devices and sentry devices were made for the Aurors. Alastor had been experimenting with new types of enchanted items while he was creating his new eye. He was able to create a custom set of armor with a unique storage method. The armor is stored in a leather vest and can be equipped and stored using a quick incantation. He gave smaller armor pieces to his squad members along with some magical grenades that can stun a room full of people. Alastor also gave a few of the grenades to some of the elite squad leaders that he knew he could trust to use them safely.
Certain people look at Alastor with utter confusion, completely dumbfounded as to who this man is and why such high level members of the ministry know and trust him. Kingsly doesn’t want to make Alastor’s identity known for the time being. Many older members of the ministry feel they know Alastor, but they are unable to figure out where they know him from. Subtle rumors begin to float around various departments within the ministry as the Aurors prepare for their operation. A couple of Aurors ask him who he is and where he is from. He gives them his fabricated name and back story. Some are satisfied by this, but others know there is something strange yet very familiar about him.
New Auror recruits are brought in to see the preparation for this global assault. Alastor turns and spots two very familiar faces amongst the recruits, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Alastor is spotted by Harry and he quickly turns from Harry’s sight. He couldn’t know if he would be recognized, but he won’t risk it. Many of the Aurors clambered around Harry offering hand shakes, pats on the back and many thanks for his bravery. Harry’s celebrity gave Alastor the opportunity to slip away unnoticed. As the squad members make their way to the final briefing they can’t stop talking about their celebrity guest. Many tell stories about being locked up in various prisons for being loyal to the ministry and how if it weren’t for Harry Potter they would still be there. Alastor is proud of Harry and Ron for making it through Voldemorts rein and even more so that they are to become Aurors.
The mood in the room quickly changes as the briefing begins. The elite squads are given code names and the accompanying Auror squads are numbered. Scouts are sent to the different locations and once they return with intel on the sites the strikes begin. Group after group disapperate in a symphony of pops and cracks. Kage appears and drops to one knee, his arm is scorched and bleeding. Medics on standby rush to aid Kage, they have no trouble patching him up. He informs the group of the extra security in their location and that it will be more difficult than they thought. A couple more people return with minor injuries, but things seem to be going well.
The group decides to apperate to a quieter location slightly further away. They appear and take action, throwing up wards and charms to conceal them. Alastor sends out a seeing eye sentry to gain a better view of the area. They’ve arrived in the states to a sea-side citadel, mossy and weather worn. They hold their position up a hill about two hundred yards from the edge of the property. The property butts up to the cliffs facing the sea. A small altar can be seen through the sentry, it looks very old with worn ancient symbols adorning the pillars surrounding the altar. There are nine guards on various parts of the property, none seem to have noticed that the tenth guard has gone missing.
A plan of attack is quickly drawn up and the squads stealthily get to their positions. Alastor, Kage, Madi and three other Aurors sneak through the weak spot in the defenses. Once in position the assault begins with a shrill screech from the sentry. Alastor’s team neutralizes the two cult members with in reach of an alarm. The outer perimeter is crushed and the inner guards are silenced. Within a matter of only a couple of minutes the entire outer defenses are brought down. The seeing eye sentry and a couple of experimental weapon sentries are left outside along with a six person team.
The group breeches the house and a magical alarm sounds. The elite squad members quickly set traps at the entrances and exits and then cast the disillusionment charm on themselves. Within a couple of moments cult members run in, some with guns, some with blades and others with wands. The cult members start triggering the traps and wards. During the confusion Alastor’s team is able to break through the waves of cult members and get to the door where most of the cult members appear to be coming from. It’s a large door with a staircase spiraling down into the darkness. Alastor fills the stairwell with lightning, panicked screams echo off the stone. The remaining cultist are picked off and the upper floors and ground level are cleared.
Marshal holds the upstairs with Patricia and Blake, Caspian guards the entrance to the stair case as the rest of the squad makes their way down into the darkness. They bind any cult members they find, most appear dead, but the squad won’t risk it. As they approach the bottom Hamish transforms himself into a metal juggernaut and charges down the corridor. Alastor armors up and fallows, he blasts anyone who tries to make a move against him. Hamish is clearing a path through the cult members when he is suddenly knocked back and slides backwards sending sparks flying in all directions. Alastor leaps over Hamish and launches a swirling vortex of electrified flame down the corridor. The vortex is broken by someone at the end of the corridor. A large green fire ball comes flying toward Alastor. He is able to knock the fire ball into the wall to his left leaving a large smoldering crater.
The squad starts to fall back. Everett casually walks forward, wand at the ready. Everything launched at Everett he effortlessly rebounds back. The rest of the squad takes this opportunity to start shooting spells past Everett. Hamish gets to his feet, turning back into his usual self. The squad begins pressing forward. The spells stop, Kage darts ahead. He waves the squad over. The cult leader is standing in front of a large crystalline column. There is a large circle of glowing ruins with a wall of purple energy on the edge of the circle. The cult leader begins to perform some sort of ritual.
The squad runs down the stairs to the area where the column is standing. Madi tries probing his mind, but the purple energy field is blocking all her attempts to reach his mind. The other members of the squad try to breach the shield, but they aren’t making any progress either. Alastor starts destroying the ground to try and disrupt the field. The other members of the squad join in. The energy shield starts to flicker and Alastor leaps through. The squad continues to try and disrupt the field. Alastor blasts the cult leader off his feet. The cult leader hops up and pulls his wand. They size each other up. They make an exchange of attacks.
“You can’t stop us now, you fools. What has begun can not be undone and you shall be the first to witness the resurrection of the ancient ones.” The cult leader loudly proclaims.
Alastor gives a half smile and begins an onslaught of spells that rattles the very foundation of the building. Dual casting, ripping up the ground, raining fire and lightning, then a golden opportunity, he left himself open. It was only for a moment, but Alastor is able to disarm the cult leader. He then blasts him through the energy field turning the cult leader into a steaming skeleton. The energy field slowly deteriorates. The crystalline column starts to shudder and glow. Madi scoops up one of the missing books and a pile of papers. She runs to a sheltered corner and leafs through them quickly. Marshal comes running down the stairs, he pulls his wand and begins speaking a very old incantation.
Alastor has the incantation Marshal is saying projected into his mind, he quickly starts performing along side Marshal. The other squad members join in as well. After a few moments the column stops glowing and shuddering. Hamish turns the floor into lava and the column slowly sinks into the ground. Alastor finds the wand he knocked out of the cult leaders hand. It is strong and has a strange squid like creature carved into the handle. He pockets it and proceeds to weaken the support pillars around the room. The squad runs out of the dungeon as it collapses behind them. They continue out of the house and disapperate. The house collapses and a good portion of the property slips into the sea along with the alter.
Time passes strangely…
Over the next couple of years, Alastor begins working on new magic, more modern ideas. His love of the sub cultures of muggles and all the various forms of entertainment muggles create fills his mind full of wonderful visions. He begins experimenting with all sorts of magics and enchantments. He saw Harry, Ron and Hermione making headway in the Ministry. He knew he could help his old and new friends with some of the inventions he had made. He begins writing a book of his experiences and a text book with instructions on how to create his new enchantments and new spells he had discovered.
Alastor’s text book quickly became popular in advanced magic courses world wide. He continued experimenting and writing in hopes of releasing an additional volume. He released the first volume under the same pseudonym he used in the Aurors, Xeth Dralwyn. He started to receive numerous requests for guest lectures and demonstrations. He kept turning down the numerous requests And continued working. Kingsley appeared on his doorstep on a warm summers night. Kingsley thinks it’s about time for Alastor to return to the land of the living, officially. Alastor is unsure of this and is visibly upset.
“Look, it’s been quite a while now and I really don’t think people will judge you.” Kingsley says, reassuringly.
“It’s still weighs heavy on my mind, old friend. I made a bloody Horcrux, the same disgusting artifact that Voldemort used and who knows how many dark witches and wizards have made.” Alastor says, disgusted with himself.
Alastor, you are a good man. You gained that part of yourself back. You’re not a soulless monster, you’re not a dark wizard, you are my friend and one of the best damn Aurors, hell, one of the best damn wizards I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. Beating yourself up over this day in and day out will only ware you down. Don’t despise yourself for making a dodgy choice.” Kingsley says, his hand on Alastors shoulder.
Alastor looks at Kingsley and smiles. He puts on his coat and they disapperate to the Ministry. The Aurors are gathered for a special meeting. Once all who are on site gather in the meeting hall the announcement is made. Some are shocked, some confused and others shouted “I knew it!” out after Kingsley’s announcement. Harry and Ron clamber to the front to speak with Alastor. There are multiple happy reunions with old friends within the Aurors, but now the hard part, releasing this to the rest of the ministry staff and to the world. After the world knew of his story with the release of his autobiography, Alastor did receive some criticism from a few very conservative groups, but the overall joy of his return overshadowed those few critical parties.
Over the next couple of years, Alastor became a popular speaker at many schools around the world. He took up a post at Withering Gardens, an advanced placement school for gifted witches or wizards in up state New York. He released his second volume of his text books. After this new volume took off, he is offered a position at Yensids as an advanced course teacher. He accepts and is able to teach at both schools. Yensids all star teaching staff draws visitors from many far off parts during their open wizarding events that take place at least once a year. Yensids tends to have almost as many strange goings on as Hogwarts.
Alastor’s studies also brought about the use of a second wand, for blocking. With practice he found he could double his attack power and his defense. His magic eye gave him great advantage, allowing him to see 360 degrees at any given time. He used the wand he took off of the cult leader he beat years ago. This new technique was quickly added to the advanced training for Aurors. It also became a popular weekend course, especially at Yensids.
The wizarding world is still full of turmoil, as is the muggle world for that matter. Alastor continues to try and make a difference where he can. He has dedicated his life to protecting others and now educating others. He still fears another uprising of dark witches and wizards, but he has confidence in the new generations to come. He hopes that his new techniques will help keep others safe. In all his courses he instills his ideals, vigilance in the face of evil, compassion for those less fortunate, equality for those creatures and beings that we share our world with, education, tolerance of others beliefs and practices, strengthening ones body and mind and an overall appreciation of life and those you share it with. At times he can be his old paranoid self, but many see a new humble Alastor. He still feels great shame for creating the Horcrux that brought him back. After all he has done for those he cares for, for people he has never even met, he has more than made up for a few mistakes he has made in his past.
Shame can destroy a person, it takes true vigilance to face your fears, yourself.
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