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Oct 30. 1992. Hogwarts
It was that time of the year. The Halloween feast was tomorrow. But it was an even more special
day for wizards and witches. Samhain.
It is actually on the 1st of November, but it starts when the sun goes down on the day before. It
marks the end of the harvest season in autumn and beginning of winter or the "darker half" of
the year.
And this year it was extremely special. It is a Full Moon Samhain. The magic will be stronger
tonight. It was a very beloved day by the magicals. And a very very hated day by the Aurors.
For them Samhain is the day everything goes to hell. All shifts working overtime everywhere,
looking out for potential werewolf attacks. As well as any 'unauthorized rituals'. Rituals on
Samhain and on a full moon are stronger. Combine them both and the results would be
extortionary.
Typically they find at least ten people trying an 'unauthorized ritual'. The Ministry people and the
Lords of course have permission. But there was a reason for that, since rituals are forbidden for
those who are not very rich and are not taught in school.
There is very little information available on them for the average witch and wizard. No matter
their circumstances or reasons for doing the ritual. It was a fact that they do go wrong and quite
often.
Except for the common rituals being sold in Knockturn Alley which bring a very small increase in
power or strength, but with some consequences. Most families research rituals in secret and
keep them to themselves or when the price was right, trade them for other rituals.
It was just another way the purebloods widen the gap between them and halfbloods &
muggleborn. So is it school or at work they get desperate and want power, sadly most of them
end up blowing themselves up.
But naturally that didn't matter to Harry at all. He has been doing rituals since a very young age
and Samhain is the absolute best night for doing rituals.
And that's exactly what Harry was preparing for, Rituals. Plural.
There is no way he would ever pass over an opportunity like this. Multiple rituals each done by
one of his Fragments. A few were doing rituals on themselves. A few were also doing a ritual on
the Manor.
He also set up a few for the people in his family. Daphne had a close connection to Nature. So
having a ritual with that would be helpful for her in the future. Various other people could also
use some.
The rituals would start precisely at midnight on Samhain. But if Harry was doing major rituals, so
were his enemies and many other wizards and magicians.
Dumbledore was also preparing for some as well, even for someone as long lived as him Full
Moon Samhain's are extremely rare.
~ Next day
It was Halloween and the student's morale and excitement were through the roof. And to make
things even better Dumbledore declared there would be no classes for the day. Many of the
students cheered and praised him.
Students were running around, getting ready for the feast. The Weasley Twins were strongly
quiet. They were sitting in the common room like a pair of model students. Which frankly scared
the crap of the Gryffindors.
Weasley Twins being nice? Hell would freeze over before that happened. So everybody thought
the two pranksters were planning something. And they were, it was just not for them.
Fred and George had set their sights on a bigger fish this year. Harry Potter. No other person
was worth their time, except Snape. It was mandatory to prank Snape or just annoy him by
messing with Slytherins.
But other than that they were in the Zone. Still planning everything. What to do? How to do it?
When to do it? They constantly brainstormed ideas. They were going to succeed. They had to,
the God of Pranks was watching them. Both of them had decided.
If they fail to prank Harry Potter, they were going to give up. If they couldn't prank someone after
their literal idol helped them. Then they didn't deserve to call themselves pranksters.
~
Remus Lupin looked at the children running through the hallways with a nostalgic look. He
nodded and smiled at the students. It reminded them of the days in his youth, when he and his
friends were hanging around.
And now look where they ended up. James was dead, Sirius was imprisoned for a decade,
Peter became a traitor and was executed, and he was a coward who spent years wandering
doing simple jobs to survive.
Now both Harry and Sirius despise him. He had been in Hogwarts for a few months and had
barely even seen Harry let alone talk to him. Every time he tried to go near his instinct tell him to
stay away. The werewolf girl by his side is much stronger than him. His inner wolf doesn't want
to be anywhere near her.
One time he managed to stumble upon Harry by accident, before he could even say anything.
One glance from those cold green eyes caused his body to go into shock. His instincts were
going haywire, he hadn't felt this way even when he met a dragon during his travels.
His legs gave out, he collapsed on the ground, hyperventilating, cold sweat across his whole
body as his inner wolf was shaking in fear. Terror so deep that you feel it in your bones. More
than a dragon, more than Voldemort.
Only when Harry looked away and went past him could he breathe normally again. At that
moment he realized what Dumbledore was saying. If Harry wasn't guided properly he would
definitely become a Dark Lord.
An even more terrifying one than Grindelwald. So he had kept his distance, only observing
Harry's close circle and reporting everything back to Dumbledore.
He was sure Snape was doing the same, but strangely the man was absent since yesterday.
Lupin assumed he was on some sort of mission.
But unlike him, Snape was not the type to waste a day like this. He had left the country and was
getting ready for his own ritual.
He secretly mocked Lupin for his stupidity. This was the most powerful full moon ritual he could
do. With some assistance it might have been possible for him to get a much better control over
his transformation.
~ Dumbledore
Albus has had quite a few rough months. Running around and putting out fires. Looking for any
sightings of Grindelwald and his Acolytes. But it was like they had disappeared.
Dumbledore naturally had tried to scry his location using divination. But nothing happened. He
had assumed he was hiding under powerful wards. That is until he realized something.
Everything that has happened, all the chaos around the wizarding world. That was nothing like
Gellert's style. An even bigger sign is that they haven't met even once. Gellert had a dramatic
flare, he wouldn't waste an opportunity to convert more wizards to his cause or to rub
Dumbledore's failures in his face to demoralize the enemy.
Yet he hasn't shown up a single time.
That made Dumbledore suspect that Grindelwald was never really out, and if that was true.
Then his old friend was probably dead. That's why he is using this ritual. Looking for
confirmation. With a night this special he could probably summon a part of Grindelwald's spirit
even if he was alive.
He looked at the time. It was midnight. The ingredients were ready. Dumbledore started
chanting
"Mors certa, hora incerta
Aequat omnes cinis
Omnes una manet nox
Animam agere
Loquere cum Mortuis."
[Death is certain, its hour is uncertain,
Ashes make us all equal
One night is awaiting us all.
To breathe your last breath.
Speak with the Dead.]
As soon as the final word left his mouth the ritual circle burst into blue flames. The flames slowly
gathered towards the center forming a figure.
Albus looked with sadness and shock. Sadness because his theory was confirmed and shocked
because this was the form Gellert had in their final battle.
Normally this would be impossible. His soul is trapped in Harry's soul prison, burning and
becoming purified essence to strengthen Harry's soul.
But Grindelwald was nothing if not a careful man.
He had torn a small part of his soul and bound it to an object. Not quite a Horcrux, but it still kept
a tiny piece of his soul. He then erased the memory of him doing so and the knowledge.
He did this before his final battle against Dumbledore, so that if he was killed his Acolytes could
summon his soul with this ritual and he would provide guidance. Just in case the Ministries
decided to destroy his soul after his defeat.
"Ahh Albus, I certainly didn't expect you to be the one doing this." Gellert looked at himself then
his surroundings "A ritual on Samhain, and it apparels to have brought me back to my peak
years... or perhaps how I view myself." then he looked up and frowned before giving
Dumbledore a deadpan look.
"Did you really waste a Full Moon Samhain on this? If I was alive I would have smacked you for
your stupidity."
Dumbledore steeled himself "Gellert, so you really are dead..."
Grindelwald scoffed "You are getting old if it took you this long to realize it. Frankly there was a
chance this might not work at all. I created a soul fragment before I got captured by you. It was
supposed to be an emergency measure to be used by my followers. How ironic that you would
be the one to trigger it"
Albus frowned 'A soul fragment? Something similar to a Horcrux. So he still had this up his
sleave'
"What happened to you Gellert? How did you die?"
Grindelwald scoffed with his arms crossed. "I died how I should have years ago. Instead of
rotting in that cell. It was the boy, your so-called 'Hero'."
"Harry Potter?" Dumbledore asked in a shocked tone. But from his perspective it was
understandable. No matter how strong Harry Potter was, Nurmengard is one of the most
defended castles in the world. Even if it was functioning as a prison now.
Gellert smirked, even though he had fallen at the hands of the boy, he had a deep satisfaction of
watching Albus's plans crumble even further.
"You have no idea what you have unleashed upon this world Albus. I was killed, this soul
fragment passed on to the other side. Soon after a small number of my Acolytes joined me. I got
a clearer picture from them.
The boy posed as me, gathered the Acolytes along with all of their wealth and materials. Then
proceeded to burn and take almost all of their souls. Only a few lucky ones managed to escape
and pass on. The boy dabbles in Soul Magic and is quite proficient with it"
'Soul magic... could it be the Peverell Magic? The boy actually has access to it. If so his danger
level is right at the top.' Albus naturally knew about the Peverells, he spent his youth chasing
after the Resurrection Stone. And all three Deathly Hallows were in the hands of the boy.
"What else can you tell me?"
Grindelwald smirked at the question "Nothing. I don't owe you anything Albus. I admit I am quite
angry at being killed and used like that. But losers have no right to complain. But I will always
hold my grudge against you. Mostly for making me suffer in a cell for decades. If you want to
know more, you are going to have to figure it out yourself."
"Gellert!"
"I'll be on the other side waiting for you.. if you still have a soul to pass on" Gellert waved his
hand and the ritual circle was blown away and the summoning canceled. His form vanished as
the flames disappeared.
'What is Harry Potter trying to accomplish? He had gathered quite a large number of wizards by
posing as Gellert. An army at his fingertips, then he killed them all and took their souls.. well
almost all of them.
Is there a Peverell ritual that requires a large amount of souls? Or a particular dark spell that
uses souls. I can't be sure but it is related to Peverell magic. They are the most infamous
wizards to use souls for magic'
Dumbledore left the ritual room while his mind went through dozens of possibilities. He was
more relaxed now. Grindelwald wasn't back, that meant no war was going to restart to destroy
his plans, meaning he could focus on what matters.
But learning that the Potter boy was much stronger than he had first assumed was a surprise.
'I wonder what that troublesome boy is up to now?' Albus mused as he was planning his next
step.
~ Potter Manor. A few hours earlier.
"After this I will have Ultimate POWER!!! Muhahaha" Harry stood with his arms spread out
laughing like a maniac in front of a small crowd.
clap,clap,clap,clap
Only little Astoria clapped at Harry while the others watched with a deadpan expression. Harry
gathered everybody home for tonight, he pulled out the students with some Lord business
excuse.
"Harry have you finally lost your mind?" Melinda said with a twitching eyebrow.
"I don't think he was ever sane enough to lose his mind" Hope just commented as she brought
back some wine to calm everybody down a bit. She knew things were about to get hectic.
"No i have not lost my mind" Harry stopped laughing and deadpanned at her "And you don't
have to be such a killjoy. If the day comes that I lose my mind, Earth will probably be in danger"
"He is joking, right?" Nymphadora looked at her mother who just raised an eyebrow. "You do
know we are talking about Harry right?"
"Do you think its going to be a big boom or like it slowly crumbles apart?" Ted whispered to
Sirius.
"I'm hoping it will be a big boom. If I'm going to die, I'd rather it be a very big and cool explosion.
Gonna hurt less too"
"I don't care if you blow up England, just leave the Fashion Shows alone. I'm making good
money from that" Narcissa took a sip from her glass
"Cissy how are things going with the lover you mentioned" Bella leaned in with a smirk, so did
Andy and Cissa. The three sisters started to gossip
Harry just looked at the large group of people who were suddenly ignoring him. 'That is just so
rude. But then again if they can be this casual about it it will be easier later on when they learn
about Ophis. That murder loli would haunt my dreams... If I had any.'
One of the first rituals Harry had done once he was capable was to cut off his dreams. He still
enters normal REM sleep like everybody else, but he did a ritual to never be capable of
dreaming. This was naturally a counter measure against Great Red. The Dragon of Apocalypse,
the True Dragon, Dragon of Dreams.
He has read enough fanfiction and blogs about his domain over Dreams. Mostly he did this for
possible leverage. If he doesn't dream, Great Red can't spy on him or read his mind through
Dreams.
With the ExE coming, he was going to trade that information with Great Red when the proper
moment arrived.
Harry cleared his throat, getting the attention of everyone. "It's been a while since we have
gathered like this. I have a clone in another location with Marcus, the wolf pack and Kasier
along with my better employees.
Tonight is a Full Moon Samhain. A very rare occurrence and one of the best possible nights for
rituals. So I'm going to be doing a bunch of them tonight and if you guys want so will you. The
rituals done on a night like this carry less risk and consequences while delivering great results.
It's something that you do not want to miss.
So here is a list of useful rituals for you. Make your choice because we only have a few hours
until midnight." Harry said with a wide grin on his face. And why wouldn't he be happy. With
Salazar's old rituals and the new ones he bought for an absurd amount of money that he later
improved.
He could do a team buff on all of his people that actually deserved it. Let alone the rituals he
had planned for himself.
'This is going to be a blast'