Aftermath Of Abandonment ✔ - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

The first rays of dawn crept through the narrow alleys of the ancient city, casting long shadows that danced across cobblestone streets. Hadrian crouched low, cloaked in darkness, his breath steady and measured as he waited in tense anticipation. Kreacher had informed him of a critical piece of information with his ever-watchful ears: Bellatrix Lestrange was rumoured to arrive shortly, summoned by the Dark Lord to procure rare, illegal ingredients for Snape's nefarious potions. The air was thick with the promise of danger, but Hadrian's resolve hardened; this was his chance.
Suddenly, with a sharp crack that split the morning calm, Bellatrix appeared out of thin air, landing deftly on her feet as she released the portkey's grasp. Her dark robes billowed around her like a storm cloud, but Hadrian was ready. With swift precision, he launched a carefully prepared dose of Propofol from his slingshot, the small vial spinning through the air until it struck its target. Within seconds, Bellatrix's wild eyes lost focus, and she swayed unsteadily, her consciousness slipping away into a fog of oblivion.
Hadrian leapt forward, the thrill of the hunt surging through him, and he deftly collected her unconscious form. He wasted no time; a short incantation sent them both soaring through the air, the familiar rush of magic enveloping them as they travelled at breakneck speed to a distant manor he had claimed for this very purpose—a forsaken estate in Greece that had stood untouched for centuries.
As they arrived, the forgotten manor welcomed him with a familiar yet haunting embrace of old magic. The towering walls blanketed in vines and age, seemed to sigh and reverberate with power, resonating with his presence. He paused momentarily, taking in the energy coursing through the ancient stones, magic that whispered secrets of times long past, intense and demanding.
Gently, he laid Bellatrix down in a room he had designed for her—an imposing space with iron bars and shadows looming menacingly. The walls were inscribed with runes that pulsed softly, their light echoing the weight of their function. He meticulously arranged the tools and artefacts he would need for the interrogation, his mind focused and unwavering.
Moments later, the drug began to wear off, and Bellatrix stirred, her eyes fluttering open to the dim light. Confusion clouded her features as she surveyed her surroundings, bound herself by invisible cords restraining her movements. Panic surged within her as she attempted to break free, a primordial scream erupting from her lips—a sound so piercing that it could shatter glass.
Hadrian turned at the sound, a smirk playing across his lips as he watched her thrash against her bonds. The thrill of the confrontation ignited a fire within him. He raised his wand slightly, murmuring a truth spell that would ensure Bellatrix could only utter the truth from this moment forward. The air thickened with anticipation as he prepared to delve into her dark mind, eager to extract the secrets she held and to answer for her many crimes against him and those he cared for.
"Hello, Bella," Hadrian cooed softly, his tone almost teasing as he watched Bellatrix struggle to rise. Despite her fierce determination, she stumbled and fell, her face meeting the cold, unforgiving ground with a thud.
"How dare you, Potter?" she screeched, fury blazing in her eyes like the fire of a dying star. "My Lord will not leave you alive!" The venom in her voice was palpable, sending a shiver down Hadrian's spine. Unfazed by her threats, he shook his head and saw the chaotic scene around them.
"Bella, you shouldn't talk about your Lord of the house in that way; anyhow, now you are no more a Black being, formerly one you were still under my control, and now you will suffer in my hands for killing my father and former Lord of the house. It is my promise," Hadrian said, and Bellatrix looked at him in shock.
"No, you filthy half-blood! You cannot be my Lord," Bellatrix shrieked, her voice a piercing crescendo that echoed through the dimly lit chamber. Her eyes blazed with furious contempt, the idea of Hadrian claiming any form of superiority over her a complete insult. Hadrian, however, remained unfazed; he shook his head, a subtle gesture tinged with disappointment. With a measured calmness, he drew his wand from the folds of his robes, the smooth wood glinting faintly in the scant light, ready to confront the challenge.
"Ulcus cutis", Hadrian shouted, and Bellatrix felt her skin boiling at the highest temperature. And she screamed due to pain while Hadrian enjoyed her screams, which soothed his pain up to some extent.
"Now, Bella, we will talk like civilized citizens; if not, you will have more pain, and the Cruciatus curse will look like an ant bite in front of it, do you understand?" Hadrian asked lowly, and Bellatrix nodded her head in fear because, for the first time, she was feeling scared even though the Dark Lord couldn't scare her, but here a 16-year-old teenager was making her shiver in fear and causing her pain, which was more significant than what her Lord puts her through.
"Well, what are your Lord's instructions to his Death Munchers while he stays in France for a couple of days?" Hadrian inquired, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Bellatrix's eyes widened in disbelief, her expression a mix of shock and suspicion as she processed how he possessed such sensitive information.
"How did you know that My Lord is in France?" she demanded, a hint of defensiveness creeping into her voice.
Hadrian leaned back slightly, his demeanor relaxed yet confident. "Well, Bella," he began, drawing out each syllable, "Elf Aro is my elf, but he also serves the Black House, which operates under my command. It's quite simple. With connections like that, how could I remain unaware of your Lord's whereabouts?" He paused, letting the weight of his words settle in the air before continuing, "Now that I've satisfied your curiosity, perhaps you could return the Favour and enlighten me about your Lord's directives?"
He regarded her intently, a playful glimmer in his eyes. Bellatrix, caught off guard by his casual yet pointed questioning, hesitated momentarily, weighing her options as she met his gaze. The tension between them was palpable as she finally began formulating her response.
"My Lord has devised a bold strategy to mount an attack on Hogwarts, timing it to coincide with the last day before the Christmas holidays begin. He has decided to enlist a select group of seventh-year students from each house—the Slytherins, Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws—to infiltrate the castle and strike from within.
To facilitate this, My Lord has appointed four potent trainers: Nott, Yaxley, Malfoy, and Snape. Each individual will impart their dark knowledge and skills to the students, ensuring they are well-prepared for the task ahead. My husband and brother-in-law were initially involved in this training endeavour, but their failures led to My Lord casting them aside, deeming them unworthy.
The training sessions are meticulously organised and will occur in the treacherous wilderness of the Forbidden Forest and the Dean Forest. Students will train in two separate batches to maximise their time and efficiency: one group will gather in the early morning hours from 5:00 to 9:00, while another will reconvene later in the night from 1:00 to 5:00.
During these training periods, should any of the participants go missing, it is imperative to understand that they have been summoned by My Lord himself for further instruction. We are to maintain our distance and refrain from interrupting them—or My Lord—during these crucial times," Bellatrix explained, her voice laced with a twisted sense of pride.
Hadrian listened intently, a smirk playing on his lips as he discreetly recorded every word. He leaned in closer, a curious glint in his eyes. "So, do you know who the Death Eaters are in the world of Hogwarts?" he asked, his tone a mix of intrigue and seriousness.
"No, we don't have any information other than what the individuals assigned to train them know," Bellatrix admitted reluctantly, her voice dropping to a whisper. She quickly realised the implications of her words and closed her mouth; a flicker of fear crossed her face. On the other hand, Hadrian couldn't suppress a smirk; he revelled in her unguarded moment.
"How are they planning to cross our borders while bearing the Dark Mark? More importantly, who is facilitating their entry at the border?" Hadrian pressed, his eyes narrowing as he studied Bellatrix's expression.
"The Auror Marcus Macmillan is acting as our Lord's spy. He has been tasked with aiding them in their entry," Bellatrix replied, her wide eyes betraying her anxiety. The weight of their conversation hung heavily between them as treason danced on the edges of their words.
"What is the precise signal that will indicate he should grant those individuals passage through our borders?" Hadrian continued, his tone insistent.
"We will dispatch one of the Death Eaters within the Ministry who aligns with our ideals. They will carry the pendant I'm wearing as a signal. The identity of this messenger will remain unknown to all, save for the Dark Lord himself; even Marcus won't have knowledge of who it is until the moment of their arrival," Bellatrix explained, her voice trembling slightly, as if fully grasping the danger they were navigating.
Without warning, Hadrian reached out, his fingers deftly grasping the pendant around her neck. He yanked it off and tucked it into his pocket, a victorious gleam in his eyes.
"Bella, I have to know—if someone were to be under the Imperius curse or affected by a potion, can they still receive the Mark? Or must they be in complete control of their faculties to accept it?" Hadrian questioned, his curiosity palpable.
"They must be entirely aware and in command of their senses to receive the Mark. Any influence from the Imperius curse or similar spells will prevent the Mark from taking hold," Bellatrix responded, the gravity of their conversation weighing her down.
"That's reassuring to know, Bella. For now, you will remain here until I decide otherwise. You'll come to understand the true nature of what lies ahead—beyond even death itself," Hadrian declared ominously before he turned on his heel and strode out of the chamber, leaving Bellatrix behind. Alone now, she felt the fear wash over her, overwhelming her composure, and she succumbed to a scream that echoed through the shadows of their concealed lair.
Hadrian stepped out into the crisp morning air, determination etched on his face as he summoned Kreacher, the ever-loyal house elf. He needed Kreacher to escort him to Tonks' residence before Amelia and Remus departed for the Ministry of Magic. Time was of the essence, and Hadrian had a vital report to submit to Amelia and a critical discussion to prepare regarding the next phase of their plan.
"Good morning, everyone," Hadrian greeted brightly as he entered the warm, bustling room, smoothing back his tousled hair. He was met with the sight of Remus and Amelia just stepping through the floo; their movement halted abruptly when they caught sight of him.
"Rian, what are you doing here so early?" Tonks inquired, her brow furrowed in curiosity as she assessed his expression.
"I've come to share the details about Bellatrix Black and to outline our next steps in this war," Hadrian replied, his voice steady yet urgent. The atmosphere shifted as the weight of his words settled in, and the others instinctively found seats, the gravity of the situation becoming palpable.
He approached Amelia, solemnly handing her the report. As she unfolded the parchment and began to read, a look of shock overtook her features, causing a gasp to escape her lips.
"This is extremely serious, Hadrian," she exclaimed, her voice edging with fear and urgency. "We need to act quickly; if we delay, we risk the lives of countless innocents." The others, leaning forward to read over her shoulder, mirrored her alarm as the gravity of the situation sank in.
"I have an idea," Remus interjected, his voice resonating with thoughtfulness and cautious optimism. The dimly lit room, filled with the tense energy of the group, fell silent, and everyone turned their attention towards him. He took a moment to analyse the expressions on their faces—curiosity mixed with apprehension—before proceeding, fully aware of the stakes they were dealing with. "Cub," he said, shifting his gaze to Tonks, who had turned her stance to face him directly. A flicker of intrigue and concern danced in her eyes, urging him to continue. The air was thick with anticipation as they awaited his plan.
"We can send one of our own to the border to lay low." That entire group crosses over; we'll be able to apprehend them," Remus explained, his strategic mind racing. "Marcus will have a comprehensive list of those involved, making it straightforward for us to identify and arrest them. Today, we'll streamline operations within the Auror department so we won't face any resistance; Amelia's orders will ensure that everyone works under our directives, with clear and strict instructions."
Hadrian, leaning forward in his chair, nodded in agreement. "That sounds promising, Moony. Amelia, in addition to that, I believe we should focus on halting Yaxley and his associates from training the newer Death Eaters. We can't let them gain any momentum."
Amelia crossed her arms, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "Remus's plan is brilliant; we should implement it. And Hadrian, I'm curious to hear more about your strategy. What exactly do you have in mind?" The group leaned in closer, ready to explore the intricacies of Hadrian's plan and how it would fit into their larger mission.
"We will ambush them and will annihilate the main heads there itself, and lower rank Death eaters will be held in prison until the war is over and they are punished for their crimes as there will be no one who can inform Dark Lord there is no need for us to worry," Hadrian asked.
"That is a great idea, so who will be leading the group tomorrow?" Andy asked.
"Remus will be head of one group, while I will guide the other. Amelia will be busy with the Ministry, so we must ambush them with a team of Aurors. Before annihilating the main heads, we need to record their truths and confessions," Hadrian said.
"Yes, this will help us control the war from our end. Also, it will leave the Dark Lord vulnerable enough to obliterate him once and for all," Amelia said, and Hadrian nodded.
"Okay, I need to leave as I have an appointment with a real estate agency today," Hadrian said, and Ted, Andy, and Dora looked at him in question.
"Well, I've decided to sell off most of the extra properties we own, keeping just a handful for now," Hadrian explained, his tone a mix of practicality and mild frustration. "It's become quite a chore to maintain all of them, and given the high standards we set for our holdings, there's no reason to keep more than necessary in our names."
Andromeda nodded, understanding the weight of his decision. "Okay, I appreciate your honesty about it, Hadrian. Just make sure to take care of yourself and stay safe out there," she replied, her voice laced with concern.
"I will do my best, Aunt Andy," Hadrian reassured her faintly. "But I need to ask a favour. Please get in touch with our Black Family Manager as soon as you can. I want you or Uncle to have him tighten the wards around the property. With Dora staying with you, we can't underestimate the risks. We never know when those Death Munchers might decide to attack, even if it's just for their twisted sense of fun."
He gave her a knowing look that conveyed the seriousness of the situation, and Andromeda accepted his words without question. A twinge of worry settled in her stomach as she considered the potential dangers beyond their everyday lives.
In the heart of Burrow, the familiar gathering place felt charged with anticipation as the townsfolk assembled once more. Kingsley, the respected leader, had called them for an urgent meeting, and Minerva had critical information to share. The atmosphere was thick with nervous curiosity as everyone settled into their seats, the chatter fading into a hush.
Minerva, a figure of authority and wisdom, stepped forward to address the crowd. Her voice resonated, carrying an air of gravity. "Good morning, everyone. I appreciate your promptness regarding this emergency meeting, which we convened without prior notice. Kingsley and I have some significant matters to discuss that concern all of you," she began, her expression serious.
Among the gathered faces, Molly's concern was palpable. "What is it, Minerva?" she called out, her voice laced with impatience. Minerva nodded towards Kingsley, allowing him the floor, and gracefully stepped to the side to let him speak.
Kingsley took a deep breath, his brow furrowed with the weight of the news he was about to deliver. "I have come to a difficult realisation," he began, his tone sombre. "I can no longer operate as a representative of order because anyone associated with the Ministry, including myself, must swear an oath on their magic. This oath binds us in ways that restrict our ability to share certain truths."
Gasps of disbelief rippled through the crowd. Kingsley paused, allowing the gravity of his words to sink in before continuing. "I can't disclose the exact nature of the oath, but I can tell you this: I am now forbidden from discussing any details concerning the Ministry or the Wizengamot with those outside of our organisation unless I receive explicit permission from higher officials."
His revelation hung in the air, and the sharp sound of shocked breaths could be heard throughout the assembly. The mood shifted, transforming from curiosity to unease.
Molly's voice rang out in the stunned silence, piercing the tension. "What! But who is orchestrating all of this?" Her inquiry, filled with urgency and outrage, made some in the crowd flinch, but there was an underlying consensus in their shared confusion and concern as they awaited an answer. Their eyes darted between Kingsley and Minerva. They knew this was the beginning of a more complex and worrying situation.
"Amelia is taken charge of the department, and she is making us work like a machine, and she also warned us that till war gets completely wiped out, we have to work our asses off no matter what. Also, we are no more to capture the death eaters or the sympathisers once we record their confessions, obliterate them on the spot," Kingsley said, and there was a pin-drop silence around.
"Kingsley, I urge you to do what you must and keep a close eye on Amelia," Minerva said, her voice steady yet filled with an undercurrent of urgency. "My instincts keep telling me everything will work out for the best in just a few days. Trust in that feeling; we're on the brink of something good."
Following that fateful meeting, the ensuing days were blurred together in a whirlwind of chaos and urgency that left many bewildered until the final revelations came to light. Each morning, the Prophet was flooded with concise reports detailing a string of crimes perpetrated by the Death Eaters who had been apprehended. Swiftly and mercilessly, these captured traitors were exterminated on the spot. The Aurors, led by the steadfast Remus and the determined Hadrian, dragged each member of the inner circle of Death Eaters out into the harsh light of day, only to have their fates sealed in the hands of justice as they were eradicated.
Meanwhile, Amelia Bones and a cadre of trusted allies purged the Ministry of Magic from top to bottom. With unwavering resolve, they dissected the bureaucratic structure, leaving no stone unturned—even in the most minor and most obscure departments. What Amelia uncovered was shocking: nearly three-quarters of the Ministry had succumbed to the pervasive corruption instigated by the Dark Lord. Disturbingly, half of those employees were ensnared under the effects of the Imperius Curse, rendered incapable of rebelling against Voldemort's sinister grasp. This discovery enraged Amelia and spurred her into action as she and Hadrian, alongside the clever and resourceful Weasley twins, forged new pathways within each department. Their strategies were cunning, ensuring that every Ministry employee found themselves in a tight position, unable to act against her authority, especially with Amelia now serving as the Minister of Magic.
Hadrian was deeply engrossed in his tumultuous life throughout this storm of events. On one front, he was engaged in a relentless battle against the Death Eaters while managing the properties inherited from his family. He participated in Wizengamot sessions, where political debates raged, and he dedicated time to his beloved fiancée, whom he cherished with all his heart. Even amidst the tender moments spent with family, he consistently plotted Voldemort's downfall, his thoughts consumed by the task that felt both urgent and necessary.
In the backdrop of this turmoil, Minerva McGonagall assumed the role of temporary Headmistress at Hogwarts, a position she would hold until a permanent replacement was found. With the invaluable support of Amelia, the board of governors set about implementing Hadrian's innovative modifications to the Hogwarts curriculum. The school was experiencing an unsettling decline in attendance, with only the Sixth—and Seventh-year students remaining. This prompted a collective effort to reshape the educational experience, ensuring that the spirit of learning would endure even in such dark times.
Hadrian sat in the dimly lit room, his mind racing as he awaited Remus and Amelia's return. They were currently at the Ministry, attending the final round of confessions from the recently apprehended Death Eaters. The anticipation in the air was thick, especially after they had discovered that today's interrogations would involve the very last of their kind. Yaxley, who had meticulously maintained a comprehensive list of Death Eaters—including junior recruits, members of the Inner Circle, and recent additions—was the mastermind behind it all. His involvement sparked an urgent need to finalise their plans for dismantling the remnants of Voldemort's organisation.
Lost in thought, Hadrian barely registered the sound of Dora's cheerful voice calling him from the kitchen. "Rian, come and have snacks!" she urged, breaking the tension that had enveloped him.
"Coming, Dora!" Hadrian replied, trying to shake off the weight of his worries. Just then, the familiar flicker of the Floo network illuminated the room, signalling the arrival of the others. A cloud of green smoke poured out, and Ted stepped, followed closely by Remus and Amelia. They emerged looking weary, but there was an unmistakable glimmer of satisfaction in their eyes that hinted at a successful day.
Andy, surveying the scene with her usual keen observation, remarked playfully, "You people are in high spirits today." Her statement hung in the air, curious and light-hearted, contrasting with the heaviness of the day's earlier events.
"All known Death Eaters have been apprehended and face consequences commensurate with their crimes against the wizarding community. At this point, the only major adversary remaining is the Dark Lord, who is now under the control of Hadrian. Today has been designated as a day of celebration for this significant achievement," Amelia announced her tone of resolve.
"I have devised a strategy to confront the Dark Lord effectively," Hadrian asserted, capturing the attention of his companions, who leaned in, eager to hear the details of his plan.
"What approach do you recommend, Ri?" Andy asked, curiosity evident in his expression.
"It is highly probable that he will approach with a substantial army. While he may lack traditional Wizards and Witches at his command, he will almost certainly be supported by an array of dark creatures, including Dementors, Giants, wolves, and Vampires that have allied themselves with him once more," Hadrian explained, his brow furrowed in deep thought.
"Your assessment is accurate, Hadrian. As the Minister, what message should I convey to the public regarding this situation? I have the authority and expertise to either summon or eliminate Dementors, so managing that aspect is not a concern. My priority tomorrow morning is to summon every Dementor from the surrounding regions and ensure their destruction," Amelia detailed.
"While that approach addresses the Dementor threat effectively, it is essential to consider our strategy for the Giants, Vampires, and Werewolves. What measures should we take regarding them?" Ted inquired, his expression one of concern as he weighed the potential challenges ahead.
"I have an intriguing idea, Uncle," Hadrian began, his eyes sparkling excitedly. "I've discovered a powerful ward that can enclose specific creatures in a particular area, preventing them from crossing beyond its boundaries—even if they can. Only the designated cast members can be liberated from this confinement, while others can still see them from the outside. I believe this ward would be particularly beneficial for the Giants. Only one known colony of 25 Giants resides on the other side of Britain, hidden deep within an ancient forest."
"That's brilliant, Hadrian! It could give us a significant advantage in our efforts to weaken Voldemort," Andy responded, his face lighting up enthusiastically.
Deep in thought, Dora added, "Now, we need to consider the situation with the Wolves and Vampires."
Remus rubbed his chin thoughtfully, contemplating the complexities of their predicament. "In the case of the Wolves, we can successfully capture them within the same ward until the war concludes. Once the chaos subsided, we could then safely release them. However, the issue with Vampires is far more complicated."
"I agree with you, Remus," Dora interjected, her brow furrowed in concern. "To effectively manage the Vampire threat, we'll need to halt the supply of Solaris Potions in the market until the war ends and the Wizarding World can regain its equilibrium. Additionally, we should cut off the supplies coming in from the border."
"That's a valid point, Dora," Remus acknowledged, nodding thoughtfully. "But even if we successfully restrict the supply through the market, we cannot prevent them from brewing their potions, which presents a significant challenge. We must brainstorm for an alternative solution."
Hadrian's expression shifted as he considered a different approach. "What if we use the cover of night to draw the Dark Lord and his followers out, including the Vampires?" he suggested. "We could employ the Solaris Spell to eliminate them, even though they are criminals who have committed unspeakable acts. This could serve as both a distraction and a method of defence."
"You are absolutely right," Amelia replied thoughtfully, her eyes focused on the flickering candle flames that danced around their gathering. "Once the war is over, we'll be able to uncover and enforce the laws that will allow magical creatures to live peacefully and freely. But Hadrian," she continued with a hint of concern, "how exactly do you plan to draw the Dark Lord out of hiding?"
Hadrian leaned back in his chair, a determined glint in his eyes. "On the day before the Christmas holidays begin, I will compose an open letter directed at Voldemort and his followers, practically daring him to come to Hogwarts. By openly challenging him, I know I'll strike a nerve; his ego will compel him to respond violently. He'll want to prove his dominance, which will likely drive him to attempt to kill me," he explained, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. "Before that happens, though, I need you all to prepare."
Amelia nodded, clearly impressed. "It's a bold strategy. I'll speak to Minerva and have her gather all the Order members at Hogwarts. We need their support and protection in this."
Remus said, "You should coordinate with the goblins to set up wards around the school. Their expertise in protective magic can fortify Hogwarts, especially since you're on good terms with them."
"That's a brilliant idea, Uncle Moony," Hadrian said, his resolve strengthening. "With Dora and the rest of the Order backing us, the damage from the upcoming battle should be minimal. We must ensure the school remains a sanctuary for our allies and those seeking refuge."
A sense of quiet determination settled over the group as they discussed the intricate details of the plan. The atmosphere was relatively calm, starkly contrasting with the looming chaos that awaited them just two days before the Christmas holidays.
Meanwhile, far from their strategic discussions, Voldemort was oblivious to the scheming in Britain. His connection to the magical world was clouded by a continuous flux of dark magic that impeded his senses. The losses of his Death Eaters were proving more catastrophic than he had anticipated, all thanks to Hadrian's relentless attacks. He was abruptly awoken from his restless slumber by a persistent pecking at his window.
Annoyed and groggy, he glanced up, his piercing red eyes meeting the sight of an owl clutching a copy of the Daily Prophet. With an irritated wave of his hand, he beckoned the bird inside. Yet, as he tore open the parchment, the headlines struck him like a blow: Hadrian Potter publicly taunted him again. Each word ignited a wave of anguish and rage within him, culminating in a scream that echoed off the shadows of his lair, reverberating his fury at the very name of Hadrian Potter.
Challenge To the Tom Marvolo Riddle - The Anagram - Dark Lord Voldemort
Dark Lord,
You, Tom Marvolo Riddle, known infamously as Dark Lord Voldemort, have made countless attempts on my life through your own hand or by employing your loyal minions—though none remain to serve you if I so decide, which brings me a sense of profound satisfaction. Your relentless pursuit has left a trail of devastation; you took the lives of my parents, orchestrated by none other than your twisted pet, Bellatrix Lestrange, who ruthlessly extinguished my father's life, leaving me an orphan in a world that seems forever altered by your dark influence.
Today, I, Hadrian Potter—previously known to many as Harry Potter—extend a formidable challenge to you. I invite you to confront me at Hogwarts, the ancient and hallowed halls of magic, on the eve of the Christmas Holidays, precisely at 5:00 in the evening. Our clash will determine the fate of our world: will it succumb to the encroaching shadows of darkness, or will the light emerge victorious?
This is an open declaration to you, my nemesis, a chance for you to prove your mettle. Will you step up to the challenge and embrace your role as a feared dark lord, or will you cower in the depths of cowardice, tarnishing your reputation before all who witness our rivalry?
I will await your arrival within the storied walls of Hogwarts, accompanied by my loyal companions who are eager for their reckoning with you.
Prepare yourself, for the time will come when we meet, and only one side shall triumph.
Yours defiantly,
Hadrian Potter