The Day Hogwarts Fell
A/N : I just realized I was heading in a certain direction, and Red had already destroyed Tom's diary, so the part that would've been the second book was going to change. I don't think it'll be inconsistent, but just in case — it happened because I slightly forgot. Sorry about that.
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Harry had a dream.
But not a normal one.
In it… his parents were alive.
They played together, traveled, laughed. Wanda lived next door, as if she had been adopted as Lily's sister instead of Petunia. So every night, Harry would either sleep at his parents' house… or at hers. They took turns. Always surrounded by love.
He grew up happy. He went to school with his friends, graduated, became a respectable adult who still met with his family every weekend. Even Red behaved.
There was no darkness. No fear.
A perfect life.
A beautiful life.
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Harry began to wake up to the sound of voices nearby. Hermione was speaking quietly to someone.
"Yes, Aunt Wanda… I'm sorry we didn't call you sooner," she was murmuring. "Harry said that if something like this happened, we should try not to worry you. Because he feared that… yeah, well… they say he's fine. He just fainted from exhaustion. We saw him move, so we weren't too worried… how many days? Three days... Wait, Aunt Wanda, are you coming?… Aunt Wa— Oh no!"
Hermione lowered the two-way mirror with a panicked expression. Daphne and Draco were sitting nearby, and even Neville was there, looking unusually serious.
When Harry opened his eyes, they all rushed over.
"Harry! Are you okay?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah… what happened?" he said, still dazed.
"Well… that ghost went through you, and you passed out," Daphne explained. "We brought you to the infirmary. Fluffy helped… and Red led the way back into the castle. It was chaos. But we asked Red to take Fluffy back to the forest. We also told Sirius that Fluffy helped you, so there shouldn't be any trouble."
"That bastard… he made one last attack. I need to stop letting my guard down like that — it could cost me dearly," muttered Harry, putting a hand to his head.
"Don't worry," said Draco. "We didn't tell anyone what really happened. We just said someone ambushed you near Hagrid's hut and then fled into the forest."
Harry blinked.
Then suddenly, his eyes flew wide open.
"Did you just call my mum?!" he asked seriously, abandoning all other thoughts.
"Well… I know you said to only call her in a life-or-death situation," Hermione answered nervously. "But you were unconscious for three days…"
Harry didn't wait another second.
He shot up, threw on his robes, ignored the nurse trying to stop him… and bolted straight toward the Great Hall.
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All the students were having lunch when Harry burst into the hall with a serious look on his face. He walked without stopping, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
The professors looked at him in confusion.
Except for one.
Dumbledore watched him with a look of genuine concern… one no one had ever seen from him before.
And then it happened.
The ceiling of the Great Hall groaned.
Bricks floated. The castle's magical protections shattered like broken glass.
A torrent of red energy poured in from every direction.
A crimson aura held up the ceiling… and lifted it.
The towers of Hogwarts floated in the sky. The air filled with raw power.
And they all saw her.
That figure floating above them.
Wearing a completely red suit with black accents. A glowing tiara on her forehead. Her fiery red hair flowed as if alive. Her eyes—red, cold, furious, imposing.
The Scarlet Witch.
Wanda Maximoff.
Her gaze swept over everyone present, and it was as if time itself froze. Every student, every professor… felt their pulse quicken.
It wasn't fear.
It was a warning from the universe itself.
This woman could decide the fate of everyone in that hall with a single gesture.
Her eyes landed on the professors' table. And they… they felt more than fear. They felt a primal urge to run, even though their bodies refused to move. As if their magic refused to disobey her.
"Mum, I'm okay!!" shouted Harry, raising his arms. His voice trembled not with fear… but with worry that she might lash out because of him.
Wanda looked at him.
And her eyes softened.
The professors could breathe again… though the ceiling still hovered above them.
In the blink of an eye, Wanda vanished from above…
…and appeared right in front of Harry, startling the entire hall.
Her red aura wrapped around him for a few seconds, scanning him, making sure there were no injuries, spells, or corruption within him.
Only when she was certain… did she exhale in relief.
Then, with a small gesture, she gently tapped his forehead.
"What did I tell you about letting me know if you were in danger? Why did you tell Hermione not to call me? Are you seriously trying to make me angry?" she said in a soft voice… but one filled more with sadness than anger.
"I didn't want… well… this to happen," said Harry, gesturing at the floating ceiling… and the towers suspended in the sky.
"What exactly happened?" Wanda asked, now serious.
Harry looked around. Everyone was watching them. The tension was palpable.
"I'll explain later… okay?" he said with a forced smile.
Wanda understood. But her gaze shifted to Hermione.
Harry tried to signal her not to say anything… but there was no stopping the inevitable.
"There was a professor," Hermione began, looking at Wanda with respect. "A spy. We believe he was working for Voldemort. Headmaster Dumbledore had Mr. Flamel's Philosopher's Stone hidden here. That's what attracted him. The troll incident was his doing. There was also a three-headed dog… but Sirius came and took care of that."
Wanda listened in silence.
"That allowed the professor… to sneak into where the stone was. And we believe it was Voldemort possessing him. There was a huge explosion. The professor escaped. Maybe he was the one who attacked Harry," Hermione added, lying in the last part. Smoothly.
But Harry let out a silent sigh of relief.
As long as the lie held, Dumbledore wouldn't realize that the stone had never been in Quirrell's hands.
And their plans would remain… intact.
Wanda didn't say anything aloud, but the way she stared at Hermione made it clear she had caught the lie at the end.
Still, she didn't correct it.
She simply turned around… and stared directly at the Headmaster and the professors seated at the staff table.
"Endangering the students… seems we're far from being 'the safest school in Europe,'" said Wanda in a low but firm voice. "I've already heard about the cerberus. That's why, next year, I had planned to be one of the mothers present at Hogwarts, to supervise the students' safety."
Her gaze darkened.
"But allowing a spy—worse, a servant of that… abomination—to get close to my son…"
The walls of the school began to tremble. Some students grew visibly nervous—especially one with the last name Carrow, who was doing everything possible to become invisible.
"Mrs. Maximoff, I assure you everything was under control. No one was in danger at any moment," Dumbledore responded in a calm voice. "I've been watching Professor Quirrell since day one. If you'll allow me, we could speak in private, in my office. Hogwarts remains a safe school. I can promise you, this was just an isolated case—"
At that moment, several flashes of Apparition flooded the Great Hall.
The newcomers appeared one after another:
Edward Greengrass and Selene, Narcissa, Sirius —with Tonks for some reason.
Wendel and Susan Granger, brought by Liz.
And Pandora with Luna, escorted by Gris.
"Wanda, what happened? You just vanished!" exclaimed Selene with a serious expression. "And why is Apparition working inside the school?"
Apparently, the families had been gathered peacefully when Wanda suddenly transformed… and disappeared flying, surrounded by her red aura —but not before telling them all to transport themselves to Hogwarts.
Then they saw the floating ceiling above their heads… and Wanda staring down at Dumbledore with a solemn look.
"The Headmaster claimed Hogwarts was the safest school," said Wanda with a mocking tone, her eyes still locked on him. "Let's test that."
She raised both hands.
The floor trembled.
The center of the Great Hall opened, and although many students screamed, Wanda's red aura gently held them aloft —as if they were floating in an invisible field.
From the depths below, a massive stone head emerged.
And then… it cracked.
A gigantic sleeping serpent appeared among the rubble.
"A basilisk!" cried a Ravenclaw student, pale as a ghost.
The serpent began to stir.
"Wanda, its eyes are lethal," Selene warned urgently.
Wanda didn't answer.
She simply clenched her hand in the air.
And the basilisk's head was crushed with a sharp, bone-snapping crack.
Instantly dead.
Even Dumbledore stood with his mouth slightly open. He had no words to justify what had just been revealed.
Only one thought crossed the minds of some professors:
The Chamber of Secrets.
Wanda slowly descended and landed next to Harry.
"Harry, grab your things. This school is not safe. We'll find another one."
"Daphne, you too!" ordered Selene with the same unquestionable tone.
Narcissa said nothing. She just shot her son a glare that could kill.
Wendel and Susan didn't fully understand what was happening… but they hugged Hermione with unwavering resolve.
"Wait, Mum!" exclaimed Harry, raising his voice. "I still want to go to Hogwarts!"
Daphne, Hermione, and Draco quickly nodded, defying their parents' fury.
The adults looked at them, frowning.
"Please… Sirius is now the new representative on the school board. He can inspect the school from top to bottom. Fix the problems. Even replace the Headmaster!" added Harry, glancing sideways at Dumbledore.
Wanda turned her gaze to Sirius.
The man blinked, caught between his godson's expectations and the piercing eyes of half the hall.
"Ahem… I'll do my best?" said Sirius—more like a question, which didn't exactly inspire confidence.
The parents gathered for a few seconds, whispering amongst themselves:
"Are you sure…?"
"Yes… it could be interesting…"
"Then we can…"
"But if something happens again…"
"We'll blame Sirius."
"Can't we just replace him instead?"
"How about this plan…"
"Sounds good…"
"I guess it could work…"
"Alright. Then we'll do that."
Wanda looked back at Harry.
"You won't be going to Hogwarts next year," she declared.
The four of them lowered their heads.
"Because… too much needs to be repaired," she added, glancing at the cracks in the walls, the destroyed runes… and the ceiling still floating above. Even with magic, it would be difficult to restore the school's defenses.
"So next year, we're sending you to Beauxbatons. It'll only be for a year. Then you can return. I'll present it as a foreign study program. I'll make sure no student falls behind in their education."
"As a representative of the School Board," said Sirius, raising his hand, "I'll convince the board to officially authorize the exchange. They'll receive grades based on their performance. It'll be an international school alliance. Everything will be covered by the families present. A unique experience."
"Wait! Please, you can't…!" Dumbledore tried to interject.
"You shut up!" Selene snapped coldly. "It's your fault the students were in danger."
Edward, standing behind her, looked at him with pure, unrelenting frost.
The Hogwarts students looked at one another… and a wave of excitement swept over them.
A new school. A new country. A new adventure.
"Woooo!!" they all shouted in excitement.
"Tsk! Why didn't someone destroy the school when I was a student?" Tonks muttered, arms crossed, utterly indignant that she never got a cool experience like this.