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Chapter 3: Tactics To Win (Part 2)
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
October 11, 1977
Harry Potter walked through the wards of Dumbledore Manor without a single problem. The old man was brilliant, true, but he was arrogant. He used powerful, obscure wards to protect his house…but they had little offensive power behind them.
ZeldaQueen: What's wrong Harry? Disappointed that he's not using spells that maim and brutally murder?
They relied upon confounding properties and repelling wards and secrecy charms and other 'lighter' methods of securing a property. They could also be bypassed rather than needing to be destroyed.
ZeldaQueen: Oh get off of it! Just because something isn't offensive doesn't mean it's easy to get past. What about that golden mist in the fourth book?
As it was, Harry had learned how to create and subvert them from books Albus Dumbledore's own portrait had suggested to Harry in the years after the war.
ZeldaQueen: Ah yes, the portrait, which you left screaming in eternal agony. Such fond memories
The Dumbledore Manor was a rather small, but sprawling, home.
ZeldaQueen: Then call it a home! Dumbledore never had a manor! Just because an old wizarding family owns a place doesn't make it one! Malfoy had a manor because his family are rich twats who flaunt their wealth! Dumbledore isn't!
It was but a single story, but it was spread out in odd ways. It was unclear how the old building still stood…magic, perhaps.
ZeldaQueen: No, you think?
It swayed a bit in the light wind. Harry was not very excited about walking inside. It looked as crazy as Dumbledore acted at many public occasions.
ZeldaQueen: DUMBLEDORE IS ECCENTRIC, NOT CRAZY! Can't you tell the difference at all?
He did eventually walk inside. He was the only being inside, as the Dumbledores had long ago freed their elves.
ZeldaQueen: Question - did the seventh book at all give indicators that the Dumbledore family owned house elves? Again Harry, just because a family's old or pureblood doesn't mean they're filthy rich with servants! Look at the Weasleys. Do they have manors and house elves?
He walked, disillusioned, from room to room examining everything and casting silent detection spells.
ZeldaQueen: I'm sorry, why exactly is he "disillusioned"? What was he expecting?
Inside what appeared to be a small office, Harry found something of interest: a pensieve. It was, in fact, the identical pensieve that Harry had viewed Death Eater trials in his fourth year at Hogwarts and memories about Tom Riddle in his sixth.
ZeldaQueen: Why look at that! An item that Dumbledore owns is in his house! How unusual!
And don't forget how you used it to see how Snape loved your mother and was helping the Order the entire time, you little twat
Why had Dumbledore moved it to his office at the school in later years? Just for Harry's benefit?
ZeldaQueen: *inhales deeply* Or maybe he moved it there BECAUSE HE LIVES IN THE CASTLE YOU IDIOT!!! THE TEACHERS LIVE IN THE CASTLE! HENCE, DUMBLEDORE BRINGS HIS POSSESSIONS TO HIS OFFICE! DO YOU THINK THAT EVERY LITTLE THING THAT HAPPENED TO HARRY ONLY HAPPENED THROUGH SOME ELABORATE XANATOS GAMBIT? PLEASE!
He watched the swirl of memories inside the stone basin. He was rather resistant to the idea of leaving himself defenseless while viewing a number of memories – or allowing a projective viewing of the pensieve to trigger any sound-based wards Dumbledore might have established in his manor.
ZeldaQueen: Otherwise he would have had no qualms about poking around through Dumbledore's personal memories
Harry settled on the difficult, but not impossible, step of copying the whole body of memories and storing the duplicate in a conjured glass jar he could take with him.
ZeldaQueen: *sputters* So now he's stealing the memories! That's nice! Well Harry, I hope you don't start yapping about Dumbledore screwing with your mind and memories after this!
Three hours later Harry walked out of Dumbledore Manor with the duplicated memories – and a strong case of magical exhaustion. That kind of work required intense concentration and a massive amount of magical output.
ZeldaQueen: Despite the fact that Dumbledore and Slughorn and Snape all extracted and moved around memories with virtually no difficulty
It would be some time, days at least, before Harry would be back to his usual self.
ZeldaQueen: *hopeful* His canon self? Please?
Perfect excuse to take a nap and then hole up while viewing the memories.
ZeldaQueen: Ho boy, this is going to be good
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
November 6, 1977
Harry hadn't realized how many decades worth of memories he had copied. Dumbledore hadn't stored every breakfast and bowel movement inside his pensieve, it just seemed like it.
ZeldaQueen: Actually, I got the impression that Dumbledore only copied important stuff into the pensieve. And how nice of you to be so condescending and vulgar towards your headmaster
But on further reflection, the old wizard had captured memories of anything he considered worthy of further study. It was still a massive amount of information to sift through.
ZeldaQueen: Seems as if DW heard me. Woot
It did not, however, contain anything from his younger years, his association with Gellert Grindelwald, or any moment of the life of his sister Ariana.
ZeldaQueen: Oh for Christ's sake, is the author still harping on about that? Okay, DW, I'm going to explain this to you carefully. Dumbledore got involved in that when he was a teenager. According to Rowling, he was partially blinded by love. It is very, very obvious in the seventh book that he still regrets the entire thing and feels horribly guilty about the entire venture. It's also established that his ultimate desire as shown in the Mirror of Erised is to see his family whole and together, as well as that the worst thing he saw in the locket cave was Ariana and Alberforth being tortured while he cried out to help them. He in no way seems to feel justified in what happened, nor is he over the guilt.
Now you, my dear boy, seem to think that just because Harry has a grudge against Dumbledore in this, he has the right to go shifting around and completely and publicly humiliate him. That you have the right to drag what is his personal life into the spotlight to "teach him a lesson". Well let me tell you right now - I don't buy that. What I see Harry doing is cruel and nasty. It's not cool, it's not something I'd cheer on in the slightest, and I hate Harry for it.
Another thing - did it ever enter Harry's empty head that perhaps Alberforth isn't alright with Harry prying into their family history? Al never told anyone about Ariana, so how does Harry have the right to do that? Answer is, he doesn't
Harry had made it through perhaps a hundred hours of memories by this point. It left only five or six hundred hours left, judging by the remaining mass of the memory strands.
ZeldaQueen: I laugh at your pain
Harry selected up another memory and stuck his head into the pensieve.
ZeldaQueen: And drowned
A young looking Alastor Moody walked over to Dumbledore in a courtroom. Dumbledore flicked his wand and then bent his head over to the Auror.
"Is it done, Alastor?"
"It is, but I don't like it, Dumbledore. It's a dirty business…"
"Crouch is the best man to prosecute the war, Alastor. Disqualifying the incumbent and the other opposition was necessary in this case…"
ZeldaQueen: Fuck me, here we go with another "Dumbledore is manipulating everything to get his way" thing. Question for the author - if you've written Dumbledore to be so utterly incapable of getting anything done, then how the hell is he able to manipulate everything to go the way he wants?
I'll wait for an answer if you'd like
"I say you're the best one to prosecute the war. Bring the Order into the public sphere; take over the Auror branch. Hit them hard…"
"I'm not a politician or a policeman, my friend. The kind of things the Order can do are best planned with public scrutiny, you know that. Inside the Ministry, Crouch will do what needs to be done…"
ZeldaQueen: Actually, Dumbledore never joined the Ministry of Magic because he didn't trust himself in positions of power after what happened with Ariana. Fail
"It's dirty tricks planting evidence on…"
ZeldaQueen: Seriously, I bet the author is one of those people who thinks that the government is hiding aliens and secretly implementing a Communist nation or something. This just smacks of "paranoid conspiracy theorist"
"And I say, thank you. Obliviate."
Moody shifted a bit but didn't seem too overwhelmed by the erasure of his memory.
ZeldaQueen: Actually, I'd think that Moody would try to rip off Dumbledore's beard if he thought he was trying to mind-erase him
"…I say, Alastor, that we need to get Diggle or Podmore together with a few of the new Order members to ensure they really understand what we're up against…"
"How about I duel each of them, give them a good hiding?"
"That could work as well, my friend. That could work…"
ZeldaQueen: Yes, because Dumbledore clearly seems like the sort of person to let Moody attack joining members to a secret and small group
The memory ended and Harry came out.
ZeldaQueen: Of the closet
He was angry at himself – angry at Dumbledore – angry at Moody.
ZeldaQueen: How about angry at the author for writing this tripe?
Dumbledore, contrary to what Harry had claimed, had used some of his vaunted powers in the war effort…but only to condemn it to failure and severe loss of life. And he'd used a friend of his as his lowly thief-in-the-night…and rewarded Moody with the loss of his memory.
ZeldaQueen: Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. Author, you can't just do this! You said at the beginning that this was supposed to be what came after! If that's the case, you have to use the book's canon! Where, I ask you, where is there any suggestion that Dumbledore would do anything like this? Where???
Why hadn't Harry seen any of this? Why hadn't anyone of the present timeline ever suspected?
ZeldaQueen: BECAUSE IT NEVER HAPPENED!
ZeldaQueen: Look, you bastard, you've already condemned the poor guy to eternal damnation. Will you just leave him alone already?
It would be many months before he finished viewing all of it. Many months of pain.
ZeldaQueen: Tell me about it!
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
December 24, 1977
Harry played Father Christmas to every hidden family under his protection.
ZeldaQueen: So he throws them all a bone to feel better about kidnapping them. How kind of him
He didn't literally visit each hidden cottage, but he did send out his two house elves (acquired in Denmark to minimize the questions he might be asked in Britain) with special gifts and baskets of holiday foods.
ZeldaQueen: ...there's a black market house elf trade in Denmark? Really? And why would Harry have house elves and especially ones he just treats as resources? After Hermione and Ron and SPEW and Dobby and Kreacher, and the house elves helping out in the Battle of Hogwarts, I find it very hard to swallow him keeping more servants.
And how on earth is he not attracting attention by buying up enough gifts and foods for an unknown but probably very large number of people?
He included in each basket a letter updating the families on the war.
Dear Billings Family,
ZeldaQueen: They're all named "Billings Family"? Voldy must have narrowed his hunting field
Enjoy the holiday cheer these gifts and foods can bring. Unfortunately, the war continues and it is not yet safe for you and your family to reappear in public. Many of us are working very hard to ensure the world will soon be safe for all families, all parents, and all children.
ZeldaQueen: (Evil Harry) "Now, I've got word that a lot of you have been trying to sneak out through the windows. Don't try that again or I'll be forced to chain you to the walls. For your own safety, I hope you understand"
There is an envelope at the bottom of this basket containing newspaper clippings over the last year. Do not worry about the non-combatant families mentioned as victims of raids. All of them are under protection right now similar to yours.
ZeldaQueen: (Evil Harry) "Let them serve as a warning to you"
Please let your house elf know if there is anything you need or want in the coming days and weeks. We all remain hopeful that this will be the last Christmas you and yours will need to spend in protection. For now, that is all we can say.
ZeldaQueen: (Evil Harry) "I'll be around soon to murder you and bake your remains in a pie. Don't worry, it's just to keep you perfectly safe"
Stay safe.
ZeldaQueen: (Evil Harry) "Or Else!"
Harry felt the mounting pressure to find the last horcrux, to find it, and then destroy them all. But he didn't know how to get inside the Department of Mysteries and its Chamber of Unraveling.
ZeldaQueen: That's alright, the chamber just doesn't exist. Go back to canon and all will be well
Without that knowledge, walking inside the Ministry of Magic was akin to suicide.
ZeldaQueen: Do it! Do it! Do it!
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
April 10, 1978
Harry Potter had a bit of a lull in the official timeline between the raids he needed to prevent and a few other duties he needed to attend to. He was taking the opportunity to visit the United States for a few days to set up some provisions there: a safe house leased to "Andrew Thatcher,"
ZeldaQueen: You don't suppose that's a jab at Margaret, do yah?
And of course, Harry in America! Who didn't see that one coming?
bank accounts under three different names, and a series of safe deposit boxes filled with gold bullion in New York and Maryland.
ZeldaQueen: And no one was at all suspicious about this? I mean, it's the end of the seventies. Wouldn't he need some identification and papers and stuff to get all of that? And even then, wouldn't the banks get a little...suspicious about the British fellow opening a bunch of safe deposit boxes with a lot of gold?
He had been very careful in the things he'd done so far…but the end of the Death Eaters was approaching and Harry wanted to have a further safe haven set up in case he were ever discovered by the Muggles or the magicals.
ZeldaQueen: You can just call them "witches" or "wizards", that's what their names are. And yes Harry, make sure you have a place to hole up in when people find out how you've been a manipulative snot and go after you
Constant vigilance: not just pretty words.
ZeldaQueen: It's not just for breakfast!
Harry enjoyed the sites. He spent a day walking through Manhattan, people watching and browsing in the stores. It was so far removed from his world, so insignificant. People scurried about in their jobs and their lives…doing nothing. Harry enjoyed the temporary sense of freedom.
ZeldaQueen: Did I ever mention that I hate Harry Potter-in-America fics? He never shows the slightest inclination to go elsewhere, so why would he enjoy going to Manhattan?
Oh yeah, because it's "insignificant" with people "doing nothing". What a smug shit you are (both Harry and DW)
He ate a hot dog from a vendor cart for lunch and had a three course French meal for dinner. He rather preferred the hot dog.
ZeldaQueen: (Disobedience Writer) "Insert token French joke here..."
He liked spending time in Washington, D.C., even more.
ZeldaQueen: He goes back in time and screws up the future because of corruption in the Ministry of Magic but likes Washington D.C. Okay then...
He walked the Mall, visited several of the Smithsonian museums, and walked among the dead in Arlington.
ZeldaQueen: For some reason, the Arlington thing brings to mind Brad Pit's "Got a lot of dead cow, dead pig, and dead lamb" line
He also spent a lot of time learning how to blend in as an 'American' should the need ever arise.
ZeldaQueen: And how is that done, pray tell? I sense someone has "American" issues here. Either that or Harry's still being an ass
It was a fun exercise. It was almost like a vacation for a person who was almost like a human.
ZeldaQueen: I'm fairly certain that's insulting, but I'm not sure
Harry had the most fun eating his way through America. There was some decent pizza to be found and a couple of interesting restaurants here and there. He'd found some incredible Southern barbeque in Washington and wonderful Italian and Chinese in New York. (Still, that hot dog rated pretty highly.)
ZeldaQueen: HAR HAR, THIS IS SO MUCH FUN I THINK I WANT TO DIE!
It was good to have fun…and fun to have good food.
ZeldaQueen: I think DW mixed this up with a different fanfic of his or something. What?
Harry lacked fun in his new life. Vengeance didn't usually allow for it, but Harry made exceptions now and again.
ZeldaQueen: I love how he's so flippant about wandering around, killing and mindraping people
Too bad his return flight boarded in nine hours. Slipping out of reality every now and again was good for the soul.
ZeldaQueen: This version of Harry doesn't have a soul!
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Chapter 3: Tactics To Win (Part 2)
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
October 11, 1977
Harry Potter walked through the wards of Dumbledore Manor without a single problem. The old man was brilliant, true, but he was arrogant. He used powerful, obscure wards to protect his house…but they had little offensive power behind them.
ZeldaQueen: What's wrong Harry? Disappointed that he's not using spells that maim and brutally murder?
They relied upon confounding properties and repelling wards and secrecy charms and other 'lighter' methods of securing a property. They could also be bypassed rather than needing to be destroyed.
ZeldaQueen: Oh get off of it! Just because something isn't offensive doesn't mean it's easy to get past. What about that golden mist in the fourth book?
As it was, Harry had learned how to create and subvert them from books Albus Dumbledore's own portrait had suggested to Harry in the years after the war.
ZeldaQueen: Ah yes, the portrait, which you left screaming in eternal agony. Such fond memories
The Dumbledore Manor was a rather small, but sprawling, home.
ZeldaQueen: Then call it a home! Dumbledore never had a manor! Just because an old wizarding family owns a place doesn't make it one! Malfoy had a manor because his family are rich twats who flaunt their wealth! Dumbledore isn't!
It was but a single story, but it was spread out in odd ways. It was unclear how the old building still stood…magic, perhaps.
ZeldaQueen: No, you think?
It swayed a bit in the light wind. Harry was not very excited about walking inside. It looked as crazy as Dumbledore acted at many public occasions.
ZeldaQueen: DUMBLEDORE IS ECCENTRIC, NOT CRAZY! Can't you tell the difference at all?
He did eventually walk inside. He was the only being inside, as the Dumbledores had long ago freed their elves.
ZeldaQueen: Question - did the seventh book at all give indicators that the Dumbledore family owned house elves? Again Harry, just because a family's old or pureblood doesn't mean they're filthy rich with servants! Look at the Weasleys. Do they have manors and house elves?
He walked, disillusioned, from room to room examining everything and casting silent detection spells.
ZeldaQueen: I'm sorry, why exactly is he "disillusioned"? What was he expecting?
Inside what appeared to be a small office, Harry found something of interest: a pensieve. It was, in fact, the identical pensieve that Harry had viewed Death Eater trials in his fourth year at Hogwarts and memories about Tom Riddle in his sixth.
ZeldaQueen: Why look at that! An item that Dumbledore owns is in his house! How unusual!
And don't forget how you used it to see how Snape loved your mother and was helping the Order the entire time, you little twat
Why had Dumbledore moved it to his office at the school in later years? Just for Harry's benefit?
ZeldaQueen: *inhales deeply* Or maybe he moved it there BECAUSE HE LIVES IN THE CASTLE YOU IDIOT!!! THE TEACHERS LIVE IN THE CASTLE! HENCE, DUMBLEDORE BRINGS HIS POSSESSIONS TO HIS OFFICE! DO YOU THINK THAT EVERY LITTLE THING THAT HAPPENED TO HARRY ONLY HAPPENED THROUGH SOME ELABORATE XANATOS GAMBIT? PLEASE!
He watched the swirl of memories inside the stone basin. He was rather resistant to the idea of leaving himself defenseless while viewing a number of memories – or allowing a projective viewing of the pensieve to trigger any sound-based wards Dumbledore might have established in his manor.
ZeldaQueen: Otherwise he would have had no qualms about poking around through Dumbledore's personal memories
Harry settled on the difficult, but not impossible, step of copying the whole body of memories and storing the duplicate in a conjured glass jar he could take with him.
ZeldaQueen: *sputters* So now he's stealing the memories! That's nice! Well Harry, I hope you don't start yapping about Dumbledore screwing with your mind and memories after this!
Three hours later Harry walked out of Dumbledore Manor with the duplicated memories – and a strong case of magical exhaustion. That kind of work required intense concentration and a massive amount of magical output.
ZeldaQueen: Despite the fact that Dumbledore and Slughorn and Snape all extracted and moved around memories with virtually no difficulty
It would be some time, days at least, before Harry would be back to his usual self.
ZeldaQueen: *hopeful* His canon self? Please?
Perfect excuse to take a nap and then hole up while viewing the memories.
ZeldaQueen: Ho boy, this is going to be good
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
November 6, 1977
Harry hadn't realized how many decades worth of memories he had copied. Dumbledore hadn't stored every breakfast and bowel movement inside his pensieve, it just seemed like it.
ZeldaQueen: Actually, I got the impression that Dumbledore only copied important stuff into the pensieve. And how nice of you to be so condescending and vulgar towards your headmaster
But on further reflection, the old wizard had captured memories of anything he considered worthy of further study. It was still a massive amount of information to sift through.
ZeldaQueen: Seems as if DW heard me. Woot
It did not, however, contain anything from his younger years, his association with Gellert Grindelwald, or any moment of the life of his sister Ariana.
ZeldaQueen: Oh for Christ's sake, is the author still harping on about that? Okay, DW, I'm going to explain this to you carefully. Dumbledore got involved in that when he was a teenager. According to Rowling, he was partially blinded by love. It is very, very obvious in the seventh book that he still regrets the entire thing and feels horribly guilty about the entire venture. It's also established that his ultimate desire as shown in the Mirror of Erised is to see his family whole and together, as well as that the worst thing he saw in the locket cave was Ariana and Alberforth being tortured while he cried out to help them. He in no way seems to feel justified in what happened, nor is he over the guilt.
Now you, my dear boy, seem to think that just because Harry has a grudge against Dumbledore in this, he has the right to go shifting around and completely and publicly humiliate him. That you have the right to drag what is his personal life into the spotlight to "teach him a lesson". Well let me tell you right now - I don't buy that. What I see Harry doing is cruel and nasty. It's not cool, it's not something I'd cheer on in the slightest, and I hate Harry for it.
Another thing - did it ever enter Harry's empty head that perhaps Alberforth isn't alright with Harry prying into their family history? Al never told anyone about Ariana, so how does Harry have the right to do that? Answer is, he doesn't
Harry had made it through perhaps a hundred hours of memories by this point. It left only five or six hundred hours left, judging by the remaining mass of the memory strands.
ZeldaQueen: I laugh at your pain
Harry selected up another memory and stuck his head into the pensieve.
ZeldaQueen: And drowned
A young looking Alastor Moody walked over to Dumbledore in a courtroom. Dumbledore flicked his wand and then bent his head over to the Auror.
"Is it done, Alastor?"
"It is, but I don't like it, Dumbledore. It's a dirty business…"
"Crouch is the best man to prosecute the war, Alastor. Disqualifying the incumbent and the other opposition was necessary in this case…"
ZeldaQueen: Fuck me, here we go with another "Dumbledore is manipulating everything to get his way" thing. Question for the author - if you've written Dumbledore to be so utterly incapable of getting anything done, then how the hell is he able to manipulate everything to go the way he wants?
I'll wait for an answer if you'd like
"I say you're the best one to prosecute the war. Bring the Order into the public sphere; take over the Auror branch. Hit them hard…"
"I'm not a politician or a policeman, my friend. The kind of things the Order can do are best planned with public scrutiny, you know that. Inside the Ministry, Crouch will do what needs to be done…"
ZeldaQueen: Actually, Dumbledore never joined the Ministry of Magic because he didn't trust himself in positions of power after what happened with Ariana. Fail
"It's dirty tricks planting evidence on…"
ZeldaQueen: Seriously, I bet the author is one of those people who thinks that the government is hiding aliens and secretly implementing a Communist nation or something. This just smacks of "paranoid conspiracy theorist"
"And I say, thank you. Obliviate."
Moody shifted a bit but didn't seem too overwhelmed by the erasure of his memory.
ZeldaQueen: Actually, I'd think that Moody would try to rip off Dumbledore's beard if he thought he was trying to mind-erase him
"…I say, Alastor, that we need to get Diggle or Podmore together with a few of the new Order members to ensure they really understand what we're up against…"
"How about I duel each of them, give them a good hiding?"
"That could work as well, my friend. That could work…"
ZeldaQueen: Yes, because Dumbledore clearly seems like the sort of person to let Moody attack joining members to a secret and small group
The memory ended and Harry came out.
ZeldaQueen: Of the closet
He was angry at himself – angry at Dumbledore – angry at Moody.
ZeldaQueen: How about angry at the author for writing this tripe?
Dumbledore, contrary to what Harry had claimed, had used some of his vaunted powers in the war effort…but only to condemn it to failure and severe loss of life. And he'd used a friend of his as his lowly thief-in-the-night…and rewarded Moody with the loss of his memory.
ZeldaQueen: Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. Author, you can't just do this! You said at the beginning that this was supposed to be what came after! If that's the case, you have to use the book's canon! Where, I ask you, where is there any suggestion that Dumbledore would do anything like this? Where???
Why hadn't Harry seen any of this? Why hadn't anyone of the present timeline ever suspected?
ZeldaQueen: BECAUSE IT NEVER HAPPENED!
The man was cool and calm and vicious when need be. Why had Harry forgiven… The man used Obliviate more often than the breath freshening charm. Had he tried memory tricks on Harry, too? Had Harry not 'forgiven' the old man willingly? Had he lessened Harry's anger somehow after he'd died, after he'd met with Harry in that mental projection of King's Cross Station?
ZeldaQueen: I give up. Apparently DW here can't quite grasp the concept of Harry not being a complete and utter entitlement whore who isn't catered to at every minute.
And looky there! He's accusing Dumbledore about dicking around in his mind, just like I said! Hello Harry, do you want to be the pot or the kettle this evening?
ZeldaQueen: Look, you bastard, you've already condemned the poor guy to eternal damnation. Will you just leave him alone already?
It would be many months before he finished viewing all of it. Many months of pain.
ZeldaQueen: Tell me about it!
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
December 24, 1977
Harry played Father Christmas to every hidden family under his protection.
ZeldaQueen: So he throws them all a bone to feel better about kidnapping them. How kind of him
He didn't literally visit each hidden cottage, but he did send out his two house elves (acquired in Denmark to minimize the questions he might be asked in Britain) with special gifts and baskets of holiday foods.
ZeldaQueen: ...there's a black market house elf trade in Denmark? Really? And why would Harry have house elves and especially ones he just treats as resources? After Hermione and Ron and SPEW and Dobby and Kreacher, and the house elves helping out in the Battle of Hogwarts, I find it very hard to swallow him keeping more servants.
And how on earth is he not attracting attention by buying up enough gifts and foods for an unknown but probably very large number of people?
He included in each basket a letter updating the families on the war.
Dear Billings Family,
ZeldaQueen: They're all named "Billings Family"? Voldy must have narrowed his hunting field
Enjoy the holiday cheer these gifts and foods can bring. Unfortunately, the war continues and it is not yet safe for you and your family to reappear in public. Many of us are working very hard to ensure the world will soon be safe for all families, all parents, and all children.
ZeldaQueen: (Evil Harry) "Now, I've got word that a lot of you have been trying to sneak out through the windows. Don't try that again or I'll be forced to chain you to the walls. For your own safety, I hope you understand"
There is an envelope at the bottom of this basket containing newspaper clippings over the last year. Do not worry about the non-combatant families mentioned as victims of raids. All of them are under protection right now similar to yours.
ZeldaQueen: (Evil Harry) "Let them serve as a warning to you"
Please let your house elf know if there is anything you need or want in the coming days and weeks. We all remain hopeful that this will be the last Christmas you and yours will need to spend in protection. For now, that is all we can say.
ZeldaQueen: (Evil Harry) "I'll be around soon to murder you and bake your remains in a pie. Don't worry, it's just to keep you perfectly safe"
Stay safe.
ZeldaQueen: (Evil Harry) "Or Else!"
Harry felt the mounting pressure to find the last horcrux, to find it, and then destroy them all. But he didn't know how to get inside the Department of Mysteries and its Chamber of Unraveling.
ZeldaQueen: That's alright, the chamber just doesn't exist. Go back to canon and all will be well
Without that knowledge, walking inside the Ministry of Magic was akin to suicide.
ZeldaQueen: Do it! Do it! Do it!
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
April 10, 1978
Harry Potter had a bit of a lull in the official timeline between the raids he needed to prevent and a few other duties he needed to attend to. He was taking the opportunity to visit the United States for a few days to set up some provisions there: a safe house leased to "Andrew Thatcher,"
ZeldaQueen: You don't suppose that's a jab at Margaret, do yah?
And of course, Harry in America! Who didn't see that one coming?
bank accounts under three different names, and a series of safe deposit boxes filled with gold bullion in New York and Maryland.
ZeldaQueen: And no one was at all suspicious about this? I mean, it's the end of the seventies. Wouldn't he need some identification and papers and stuff to get all of that? And even then, wouldn't the banks get a little...suspicious about the British fellow opening a bunch of safe deposit boxes with a lot of gold?
He had been very careful in the things he'd done so far…but the end of the Death Eaters was approaching and Harry wanted to have a further safe haven set up in case he were ever discovered by the Muggles or the magicals.
ZeldaQueen: You can just call them "witches" or "wizards", that's what their names are. And yes Harry, make sure you have a place to hole up in when people find out how you've been a manipulative snot and go after you
Constant vigilance: not just pretty words.
ZeldaQueen: It's not just for breakfast!
Harry enjoyed the sites. He spent a day walking through Manhattan, people watching and browsing in the stores. It was so far removed from his world, so insignificant. People scurried about in their jobs and their lives…doing nothing. Harry enjoyed the temporary sense of freedom.
ZeldaQueen: Did I ever mention that I hate Harry Potter-in-America fics? He never shows the slightest inclination to go elsewhere, so why would he enjoy going to Manhattan?
Oh yeah, because it's "insignificant" with people "doing nothing". What a smug shit you are (both Harry and DW)
He ate a hot dog from a vendor cart for lunch and had a three course French meal for dinner. He rather preferred the hot dog.
ZeldaQueen: (Disobedience Writer) "Insert token French joke here..."
He liked spending time in Washington, D.C., even more.
ZeldaQueen: He goes back in time and screws up the future because of corruption in the Ministry of Magic but likes Washington D.C. Okay then...
He walked the Mall, visited several of the Smithsonian museums, and walked among the dead in Arlington.
ZeldaQueen: For some reason, the Arlington thing brings to mind Brad Pit's "Got a lot of dead cow, dead pig, and dead lamb" line
He also spent a lot of time learning how to blend in as an 'American' should the need ever arise.
ZeldaQueen: And how is that done, pray tell? I sense someone has "American" issues here. Either that or Harry's still being an ass
It was a fun exercise. It was almost like a vacation for a person who was almost like a human.
ZeldaQueen: I'm fairly certain that's insulting, but I'm not sure
Harry had the most fun eating his way through America. There was some decent pizza to be found and a couple of interesting restaurants here and there. He'd found some incredible Southern barbeque in Washington and wonderful Italian and Chinese in New York. (Still, that hot dog rated pretty highly.)
ZeldaQueen: HAR HAR, THIS IS SO MUCH FUN I THINK I WANT TO DIE!
It was good to have fun…and fun to have good food.
ZeldaQueen: I think DW mixed this up with a different fanfic of his or something. What?
Harry lacked fun in his new life. Vengeance didn't usually allow for it, but Harry made exceptions now and again.
ZeldaQueen: I love how he's so flippant about wandering around, killing and mindraping people
Too bad his return flight boarded in nine hours. Slipping out of reality every now and again was good for the soul.
ZeldaQueen: This version of Harry doesn't have a soul!
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Date: 2010-05-14 05:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-05-14 06:06 am (UTC)The montage concludes that "Freedom costs a buck oh five" when we all chip in.
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Date: 2010-05-14 01:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-20 12:26 pm (UTC)Then again, that would explain why he's moaning about "[m]any months of pain" of going through the memories, since he apparently can't be arsed to just sit down and go through them for hours on end. According to my calculations, he'd be done in a little more than a month if he did nothing but go through the memories, with a few hours of sleep and food now and then. but if he's wasting time going to America to eat, I can see why this is going to take a while.
Heh, not to mention that after making the connection between this Harry and Dexter through the Code of Harry, I keep picturing this Harry as Dexter, which made his thoughts about going to work at night in an earlier chapter very amusing. It's much more interesting to imagine Harry Potter stalking some child-murderer, stabbing said murderer in the throat with a syringe and then slowly kill him with a scalpel after collecting a single drop of blood. ... Well, it's more interesting than this fic, at least.
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Date: 2011-08-09 07:31 pm (UTC)In any case, has anyone noticed that Harry essentially began to hate Dumbledore and the Ministry off of pretty much what is the personal diary of Heinrich Himmler?
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Date: 2011-09-06 09:58 am (UTC)I dislike Margaret Thatcher with a passion, but given the choice between her and this Jerk Stu...I'd have to choose Thatcher.
Arlington reminds me of the Arlington Rap: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T1RMuoQnKo which just improved this fic about 100 fold.
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Date: 2011-10-29 12:03 am (UTC)housemanor. That makes perfect sense when you're number one on wizard-Hitler's list. Oh wait, they're only weak because Dumbledore told Harry how to get past them. ::rolls eyes::People who completely fail to understand house-elves annoy me. While the books never goes into any detail about how one acquires a house-elf, I doubt you can just buy one (especially not in bulk). House-elves are actually loyal to the house, rather than an actual person.