"I believe Mr. Pettigrew needs medical attention" the headmaster stated simply. "Perhaps you should go back to the castle, the rest of the Hogsmeade weekend has been cancelled" he informed them.
The teens nodded their agreement and James and Sirius levitated the downed marauder between them as they made began making their way back to the school to get some much needed treatment for their injuries.
"Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore called after them, addressing Harry. Harry turned towards the aged man and waited for him to speak.
"Although I do not agree with your methods, I am pleased that you were here, it certainly would have been much worse if you hadn't" the old man sighed.
Harry simply nodded his understanding and followed his friends back towards the castle.
Dumbledore observed the devastation that had been wrought in the last half an hour and shook his head.
He could still feel the warmth of the Patronus that had driven away the Dementors but there was a darkness that permeated the air also and that darkness belonged to one Harry Potter.
"Impressive" he conceded. "But is he enough to end it?"
(BREAK) Tom Marvolo Riddle was waiting in a secure location for news on how the planned attack on Hogsmeade had developed. Although the majority of those he had sent had been new recruits, he expected positive things from them as this was their first chance to prove themselves to him in an attacking situation. As an added precaution, to ensure the desired results, he had also sent along the Dementors and a few more experienced individuals from within his force.
The Dark Lord frowned as the wards alerted him to a presence arriving back much earlier than he had anticipated. He frowned further when he noted that it was in fact Randolph Lestrange that had appeared in the room with a very large and deep cut across a considerable section of his face.
"What happened Mr. Lestrange?" he asked irritably.
"Potter" the heavily bleeding man spat simply. Lord Voldemort growled irritably. It appeared that the boy was choosing to oppose him.
"Or perhaps he was merely defending his friends" he mused thoughtfully.
Lestrange huffed and made his way to the nearby potion store to begin tending to his wounds, leaving his leader to his thoughts.
The thoughts the man was having however were soon put to rest as more and more of his followers began to return, most looking worse for wear.
"Is this all there is?" he questioned them dangerously when no more returned.
Less than half of those he had sent had come back to him and the man was furious.
"The boy" a voice replied fearfully. "He killed them".
"Fiendfyre" another broke in. "We couldn't touch him" he explained. The Dark Lord shook his head.
So the boy had decided to oppose him after all. Definitely not the desired outcome of that particular situation.
"Perhaps it is still salvageable, the boy is clearly talented" he mumbled as he paced back and forth.
He was more than a little surprised by what he had heard and confidently deduced that the young Potter was not a light wizard, he had used Fiendfyre and obviously used it successfully. NO light wizard would use that spell even if the situation was dire. It was dark magic and exceedingly difficult to control. Only those of considerable power could do it and even those found it a difficult bit of magic to master.
"There's still a chance" he declared. "I need to convince him to see things my way" he added, feeling frustrated by the boy. He continued his pacing while formulating a plan in his mind, attempting to find a way to win Potter's allegiance.
"I need a private meeting with him" he whispered in realisation as he began drafting a missive to the young man in his mind.
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It was the day after the attack on the village and Charlus Potter was pacing furiously in his study, waiting for the man he ad requested the presence of to arrive.
Upon hearing about the attack via a friend who lived in Hogsmeade, he had been worried about the welfare of the boys. Once he had been assured that they were all ok, the worry he felt quickly turned into anger and now Charlus Potter was tired of being idle. It was time for him to take action and he knew that many people were in for a rude awakening. Since the war with Grindelwald had ended he had take a back seat and allowed society to do it's own thing, but that would no longer be the case.
The fire situated within the room flared a bright green and deposited his oldest friend on the rug in front of it.
"Charlus" Arcturus greeted him in his usual manner as he removed the ash from his robes with a simple wave of his wand.
"Have you heard?" the other man questioned gravely.
"I have" Arcturus confirmed darkly. "Am I right to assume you have a plan?".
Charlus nodded stiffly and offered his friend a seat.
"I think it is about time that those old relics in the Wizengamot get a massive kick up the arse" he stated as he took a seat of his own. Arcturus frowned and looked more than a little disappointed by the ambition of his brother-in-law.
"I was thinking that you would want to be a little more direct" he mumbled, clearly disappointed.
"Oh, we will get to that" Charlus assured him. "When the time is right we will both be right at the front but for now we are much more useful politically".
Arcturus frowned again but nodded his head, a smirk forming on his lips as he did so.
"The boy seems to be doing rather well so far" he observed.
"But he is missing the political clout he needs" Charlus pointed out.
Arcturus nodded once more and looked positively gleeful. "Does that mean we get to wake those old shits up like back in the old days?" he asked.
Charlus shook his head amusedly.
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