ESPECIAL
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"This is a bit of how I had written it before. Of course, now it's a little shorter, and I removed some things. But it was still good. It's like how we all would have liked to have done things."
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A Reality That Never Was: Wizengamot and the Hall of Judgment
A slight tremor interrupted the solemn calm of the Hall of Judgment.
"What happened?" asked Fudge, frowning in annoyance.
"Maybe the potion researchers blew something up again," said Percy Weasley, the young assistant standing to the side.
"Then let's ignore it and continue," replied Fudge, turning his gaze back to the center of the hall, where Harry Potter sat, watched like a pig led to slaughter.
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Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, where hundreds of wizards came and went through the fireplaces, the ceiling was shattered by a massive red dragon. Its outstretched wings stirred powerful gusts of wind as they moved. On top of the beast stood a young man with silver hair, like a war emperor.
The Aurors poured out in force, pointing their wands at the dragon and its rider.
Einar landed with a light jump, completely ignoring the Aurors blocking his way to his student's trial.
"Stop! Einar Dovahkiin. We know who you are. You're under arrest for attacking Aurors in Greece and assaulting the Greek Minister of Magic, as well as now breaking into the British Ministry with a dragon. We have orders to kill if necessary," said the squad leader, pointing his wand at Einar with a cold stare.
"Greece? I thought that was already dealt with," Einar replied with a steely gaze. So firm, so heavy, that the Auror felt one wrong word might cost him his life. He swallowed hard.
"N-No… we know nothing about that. Please, cooperate with the Aurors and raise your hands. You'll be sent to Azkaban until your trial."
There were already over thirty Aurors present, and more kept arriving through the fireplaces.
Einar observed carefully. None of them were his allies. No Shackbolt. No Moody. No Tonks. All of them were the Minister's dogs. Fodder.
"What a shame," Einar murmured, his tone alone chilling the air.
"What?" the leader asked, confused.
"To lose so many men… right before a war."
Then Einar vanished. Only a whisper of wind marked his path as he passed through the Aurors, stopping two steps beyond the leader. Seconds later, a dozen arms with wands still in hand flew toward the ceiling. Some didn't even realize they'd been cut until blood bathed them.
"AAAHH!! ATTACK!! KILL HIM!!" the leader screamed—just before his head flew off, cleaved cleanly between jaw and skull.
Chaos erupted. Spells of every color filled the air, clashing with each other, striking their own allies. But it was useless. A gray shadow danced among them, too fast to be hit. Too lethal.
Odahviing roared in fury. His fiery breath fell upon the Aurors like divine judgment, incinerating half of them instantly. Their bodies were charred, melted to the floor like grotesque charcoal statues.
"HUN KAAL ZOOR," Einar intoned in a grave voice. A portal opened beside him. On the other side: Sovngarde, the Field of Heroes.
Dozens of ancient warriors stepped through the portal. Men and women bathed in a spectral aura, some known to history, others long forgotten. They said nothing. Needed no orders. They simply began the slaughter.
Anyone who raised a wand—or even a stick—against Einar was executed on the spot. Wizards and witches fled in terror. The Aurors were cut down, crushed, torn apart like mere animals.
Einar calmly walked down the bloodstained corridor, letting the heroes of the past clear the way with steel and fire.
He reached the great doors of the Hall of Judgment just as Fudge's voice rang inside:
"Do you deny having used the Patronus?"
"No, but—"
"Were you aware you're not allowed to use magic outside of school?"
"Yes, but—"
"Witches and wizards of the Wizengamot, everything is quite clear..."
Those were his last words.
The door exploded into a thousand pieces, blasted open by Einar's hands. Silence fell like a tomb.
Einar entered with fury burning in his golden eyes, his presence chilling every soul in the room.
"I made it just in time," he said, walking to the center of the hall.
Fudge trembled at the sight of him but tried to hold his ground under everyone's gaze.
"Mr. Dovahkiin, you are not permitted to be here. And if I'm not mistaken, you should be on your way to Azkaban right now," he said with false confidence.
"Kill him," Einar ordered flatly.
An axe whistled through the air. It struck Fudge in the chest with a dull thud. The Minister barely had time to look at the weapon before collapsing dead, a trickle of blood running from his mouth.
"HOW DARE YOU?!" shrieked a fat witch with bulging eyes, drawing her wand.
A figure appeared in front of her before she could act.
A Nordic warrior in horned armor: Ysgramor, the first herald of the Companions.
"Raising a weapon against the boy… is like raising it against us. And we… do not forgive."
His hand blurred into motion. Ysgramor vanished and reappeared among a group of wizards raising their wands. Seconds later, he stood once more by Einar's side.
The attackers' bodies split cleanly in two. Half and half. They dropped to the floor like freshly chopped firewood.
"Harry, we're leaving," Einar said calmly.
Still in shock, Harry stood up quickly and followed his master without hesitation.
The entire Wizengamot was frozen. Paralyzed by fear.
Einar wasn't just a magical prodigy. He was a force of nature. A living storm. The Minister had sent spies to investigate him, and everyone knew Einar was a monster. But what they saw today… was beyond all comprehension.
"Kill those who bear that filthy curse. You can spare the rest," Einar said before stepping through the door.
The specters nodded.
"Sure, kid. Leave it to us," replied Ysgramor—the only one among the heroes who could speak to Einar that way, not because of power, but out of respect.
Behind them, the sound of steel finding flesh echoed loudly. Screams, pleas, death. Blood flowed like ancient rivers bursting their banks.
And that day… both the forces of good and evil lost most of their champions.
(But since this is a special, it doesn't matter. I just wanted to kill someone.)