Harry Potter-A New Future

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Chapter 5: A Storm on the Horizon

The meeting chamber of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was heavy with tension. Minister Eugenia Jenkins sat at the head of the table, her sharp eyes scanning the gathered officials. The attack on Diagon Alley had left the wizarding world shaken—not just because of its audacity, but because of how it had ended. Twenty Death Eaters slain, a dozen Dementors scattered, and the Potters alive. The mysterious young wizard who had turned the tide was now the subject of fierce debate.

"Moody, your report," Jenkins said briskly.

Alastor Moody stood, his scarred features set in a grim expression. His magical eye roved around the room, ensuring no one was lurking in the shadows before he began. "It was a calculated assault, Minister. Twenty Death Eaters struck Diagon Alley in broad daylight, using blasting curses to collapse buildings and sow panic. They had a clear target—Charlus and Dorea Potter. Their intent was murder, pure and simple."

"And the Dementors?" Jenkins asked.

"They were there to spread despair and force submission," Moody said. "The Potters managed to fight their way through the chaos, but even for them, the odds were overwhelming. By the time they reached an open space to make a stand, they were surrounded—Death Eaters in front, Dementors closing in behind."

"And then this mysterious wizard appeared," Jenkins prompted, her tone sharp.

"Aye," Moody confirmed. "They describe him as young—barely out of his teens, maybe twenty at most. He came out of nowhere, and the first thing he did was scatter the Dementors with a Patronus. And not just any Patronus, Minister."

The room grew silent, all eyes on Moody.

"It was a serpent," Moody said, his voice low. "A massive silver serpent, easily the size of a dragon. The kind of Patronus you don't just cast—you command. It slithered through the air like it was alive, striking at the Dementors with such force they fled instantly. I've seen strong Patronuses before, but this... this was in a league of its own."

The murmurs began immediately, voices rising in disbelief and speculation.

"A serpent?" one of the senior officials said, frowning. "That's… unusual."

"Unusual doesn't begin to cover it," Moody growled. "A Patronus like that isn't just a shield. It's a statement. It takes a wizard of immense power and unshakable will to summon something like that."

"And the Death Eaters?" Jenkins asked, bringing the discussion back on track.

"They didn't stand a chance," Moody said bluntly. "The Potters said he moved like a phantom—Apparating all over the battlefield, striking fast and disappearing before they could retaliate. He didn't just fight them; he dismantled them. He turned cobblestones into spears, rubble into shields, and even their own spells against them. And then there was the lightning."

"Lightning elemental magic," Jenkins said, her tone thoughtful. "Rare, but not unheard of."

"This wasn't just rare—it was terrifying," Moody said. "He summoned bolts of pure energy, precise and devastating. It wasn't wild chaos. Every strike was calculated, aimed to disable or kill. He fought with the kind of control you'd expect from someone like Dumbledore—or Grindelwald."

That comparison sent a chill through the room.

"Are you saying he's another Grindelwald?" one of the officials asked, his voice uneasy.

"I'm saying he's got the potential to rival them," Moody said. "The power, the control, the precision—it's all there. But there's one crucial difference: he didn't use a single ounce of dark magic."

Jenkins raised an eyebrow. "Not even against the Death Eaters?"

"Not a trace," Moody said firmly. "He deflected their curses, used high-level transfiguration, and wielded elemental magic. But he never crossed the line. This wasn't dark magic—it was pure, focused, and devastatingly effective."

"And the Death Eaters?" Jenkins asked, leaning forward.

"Dead," Moody replied. "Every last one of them. And not just any Death Eaters, either—Dolohov, Travers, Mulciber. These weren't novices; they were some of the Dark Lord's most dangerous followers. Each of them had bounties on their heads from multiple magical governments. And now they're gone."

The room fell silent as the weight of Moody's words sank in.

"And we have no idea who this wizard is," Jenkins said, her voice tight.

"None," Moody admitted. "The Potters described him as intense, focused, and completely silent. He didn't give a name, didn't say a word about his intentions, and vanished as soon as the fight was over. He's a ghost, Minister."

"A ghost who just killed twenty of the most dangerous wizards in Britain," Jenkins said. "And who commands magic that rivals the greatest wizards of our age. That makes him an unknown we can't afford. Assign a task force to investigate. I want every magical trace from the scene analyzed, every spell identified. If this wizard is an ally, we need to find him. If he's not…"

Her voice trailed off, the unspoken threat hanging in the air.

"And the Potters?" Moody asked.

"They'll remain under Ministry protection," Jenkins said firmly. "This attack was deliberate, and there will be another attempt. Charlus and Dorea are too valuable—to the war effort and as symbols—to leave vulnerable."

"And the Patronus?" another official asked. "A serpent… could that mean something?"

"It could mean strength, cunning, protection—or it could mean nothing at all," Jenkins said dismissively.

Moody wasn't so sure. A serpent Patronus was rare, and its sheer size and power spoke volumes about its caster. It was as if the young wizard was declaring himself a force of nature, a storm that no one could ignore.

As the meeting adjourned, Moody lingered, his thoughts heavy. Whoever this young wizard was, he had changed the course of the war in a single afternoon. But Moody couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning—and that the mysterious savior's true role in the conflict was far from clear.