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I, Harry Jameson Potter,
It was Christmas Night, and all through Grimmauld Place, only Harry and his godfather, Sirius, were up. Having gone down to the Ritual Room Molly had no idea existed.
They had just done the Oath; they had written out leaving the business of taking care of the Dark Lord to everyone else in Britain.
All their bags were packed. Their vaults transferred over to Greece at midnight local time. And from where they were, they portkeyed out of Britain. To never return.
The Weasley’s were vexed, and Molly’s owls could not find them, so, the major Howler she was to send them went off on her instead.
Remus wondered and worried just why he wasn’t consulted and fell into a funk and back into the bottle.
Dumbledore tried his phoenix, but it refused to go and left him after one too many tantrums.
The Minister was gleeful and gave his stooge a raise and let her loose on the school as a benefit. The mudbloods and halfies left in droves.
He fired her and imprisoned her for tanking the budget as all those lovely taxes left the country. Never to return.
Riddle was losing followers and money was forced to do his own business. Even lost his Rat to one-to-many threats and had to disguise himself to go to the bank in his stead.
Shot down like the disgusting being he was, in the street outside the bank by the Goblin Guards as a Blackness trying to invade them.
Dying by the Hands of The One let loose by an Oath given.
The Darkened Blackness brought by his followers left with them as they fled the destruction of their wish for a Pureblooded Wizarding World, slowly enacted life a few generations later as new bloods were brought in to rehab the dying lands and magics.
All because two said enough. Let them do it themselves.
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5/24/2025