1991 was the year when the USSR was supposed to be disintegrated peacefully. All its member states will become their own nations. Most of them already had elected governments.
Russia was able to keep all the nukes and a majority of military might. Magnus agreed as he found it easier to manage.
The new countries were not communists, they were rather democratic. Still, every once in a while some general or dreamer politician would decide to either become a dictator or do a coup.
Simple to say, they didn't even find a coffin.
...
While the world rejoiced, Magnus found himself with Nicolas Flamel again, sitting in his lab.
His shirt was off while Nicolas looked at his dragon skin patches. It had covered a good part of his right upper arm.
"You didn't go easy on magic?" Flamel asked.
Magnus sighed, "I did, as much as I could. But last year I had to push myself a bit to start up the moon colony."
"Boy, you will most likely die if you don't stop. Your magic is killing you. Does it not hurt?" Flamel asked while applying an ointment to make it look and feel like normal skin.
"That's why I came here. The pain has increased a lot, I can't feel my right arm but move it as well as before." Magnus said.
Flamel sadly breathed, "You've done enough, son. You can rest now. You don't owe anything to the world."
"True, I don't. But I owe the world to my next generations. My siblings, my little Athena. The world right now is in a very fragile state. If I turn my head away it will scramble into a lawless violent place. All the nations I made rich will use their resources in weapons. But I promise, once I'm done, I will sit back and relax," Magnus assured.
Flamel scoffed and stepped back, "Who are you promising to? Me? I don't give a rat's ass about you, I'm more than 600 years old. I've seen all I wanted.
"This is a promise you should be making to yourself. Tell me, will you be alive to see the kids of your siblings? Your daughter marry and take the throne? Can you promise them that? If you can't, then stop this act of yours. You're fooling nobody but yourself."
It was a hard talk that only a man like Flamel who had seen it all that life had to offer could give.
Magnus stood up and wore his shirt, "Calm down, old man. I will go and think about it. Take care,"
He returned home in the middle of the night. He changed clothes and got into bed. Emma was already asleep, but she was quick enough to slide towards him to be hugged and sleep in his warm embrace.
They basically slept without any kind of heating in the room because Magnus' body was always too hot.
He didn't think much about Flamel's words. He doesn't have an option right now. Leaving things behind after bringing them to this point was criminal in his eyes.
~Once I'm done, I will retire and live in peace, ~ he reassured himself and fell asleep, holding the woman of his life dearly to his chest. Athena used to be here too but she was now 7 years old and demanded to sleep alone always.
...
Ragnar's Potion company existed in every country around the world. He rarely went to them as most were automated and run by elfs. Each day his potions were sold around the world, various schools took supplies from him. He was able to mass-produce a few essential potions to help various species.
This brought the price down, making the lives of communities such as Werewolves and Vampires better. But today he got called to one of the factories in Albania. It was being stopped by the Ministry there.
"What is it?" He entered the factory.
The elf responsible for maintaining there reported, "Boss, we got this letter from the Ministry here, they want us to stop producing our potions for violating their policies."
Ragnar scowled and took the document, "Have they gone mad? I can buy entire Albania if I want and they think it's good to create nonsense problems? Don't stop, continue your production. I will handle everything,"
Ragnar then left to meet with the Minister for Magic there. Albania was a small country with not much going on there. It was communist after world war two and only recently transitioned to democracy.
However, when Ragnar reached the location where the Ministry was supposed to exist, it was all empty. "This is strange, if they were not here then who sent the letter?"
"I should talk to Magnus about this. What happened to Albania's ministry? Did ICW decide on something?" Ragnar wondered and left soon after.
...
September 1991 was the day when a lot of new kids head to Hogwarts. It was the last year for Maximus, Clementia and Aurelia. They were on the verge of becoming real full-fledged wizards. In studies, all three were at the top of their class, Clementia being slightly better as she spent most of her time studying.
But today, it was a special occasion as the three were waiting for two boys to start their school. These two were Harry Potter and Draco Prince. Both Lily and Narcissa had asked them to help the two boys.
The three found the two boys on the platform and led them inside the train to sit with them. Harry and Draco had become good friends by now as their mothers set up meetups every now and then.
"Come here, Draco, eat this great chicken sandwich that I learnt to make." Maximus was quick to hand them all a burger.
"This is just chicken between pancakes," Harry realised.
Maximus laughed, "Hahaha, well, when you have crazy elder brothers, of course, you will get such food. But I guarantee, it's pretty good."
Aurelia threw it into the dustbin, "No, it's not. And how dare you give me this greasy food? There is so much cheese too. I will get fat if I eat it."
Clementia silently nodded and threw it away, "It has 800 calories alone."
"Ah come on, you used to love it a few years back. Okay, if you don't like this, I got something else. Behold, my creation, ice-cream lollipop." Maximus revealed small lollipops.
"Isn't it just a popsicle?" Aurelia scoffed.
"No, it's not. It's a real lollipop but it tastes like ice cream. Here, try it." He gave them free samples. Cooking was Maximus' passion, but the thing was, he never liked cooking conventional already established recipes.
*Knock Knock*
"Can I sit he... WOAH!" Out of nowhere, a ginger-haired boy opened the sliding door of the cabin. His jaw fell, "Y-You... you are the Triple Pendragon of Hogwarts,"
"Thank you for reminding us of our identity. Who are you, and sure, we have enough space," Aurelia asked him.
"I'm Ronald Weasley, it's nice to meet you. I am a big fan, I was looking forward to school. I love his majesty and... who are you two?" Ron turned towards the two boys of his age.
"I am Draco Prince,"
"I am Harry Potter, we're also starting school."
"WICKED! Though I've never heard about your family. But who cares, let's be friends,"
The door once again slid open then, *Woosh* "Excuse me, have you seen a toad that... LADY AURELIA?"
Aurelia, as soon as saw the little girl, jumped to pull her in, "Awww, you look so cute, your hair is so... different and cute. You can be an actress. What's your name?"
"I-I'm... Hermione Granger, ma'am,"
*PAT* Aurelia patted her head, "Don't call me that. Use my name, we're just students in the same school. Come and sit with us. We need more female representation in this cabin."
She proceeded to sandwich her between herself and Clementia. Soon small talk started. Each asked which house the other one wanted to go to.
"I don't have much of a choice right now. My entire family has been in Gryffindor, I will continue the tradition," Ron said.
"I will go to Slytherin. I never knew that His Majesty was a wizard and is such a legend. I always admired him and wanted to become a scientist like him or mother Grace." Hermione chirped.
Aurelia hugged her, "Sure, you will love the Slytherin common room. We have brought many changes. It has all the latest entertainment systems. Oh, and the monthly parties. You're gonna love it,"
Hermione's eyes had stars at just the thought. She will study and live in the same place her idol did.
1991 was the year when the USSR was supposed to be disintegrated peacefully. All its member states will become their own nations. Most of them already had elected governments.
Russia was able to keep all the nukes and a majority of military might. Magnus agreed as he found it easier to manage.
The new countries were not communists, they were rather democratic. Still, every once in a while some general or dreamer politician would decide to either become a dictator or do a coup.
Simple to say, they didn't even find a coffin.
...
While the world rejoiced, Magnus found himself with Nicolas Flamel again, sitting in his lab.
His shirt was off while Nicolas looked at his dragon skin patches. It had covered a good part of his right upper arm.
"You didn't go easy on magic?" Flamel asked.
Magnus sighed, "I did, as much as I could. But last year I had to push myself a bit to start up the moon colony."
"Boy, you will most likely die if you don't stop. Your magic is killing you. Does it not hurt?" Flamel asked while applying an ointment to make it look and feel like normal skin.
"That's why I came here. The pain has increased a lot, I can't feel my right arm but move it as well as before." Magnus said.
Flamel sadly breathed, "You've done enough, son. You can rest now. You don't owe anything to the world."
"True, I don't. But I owe the world to my next generations. My siblings, my little Athena. The world right now is in a very fragile state. If I turn my head away it will scramble into a lawless violent place. All the nations I made rich will use their resources in weapons. But I promise, once I'm done, I will sit back and relax," Magnus assured.
Flamel scoffed and stepped back, "Who are you promising to? Me? I don't give a rat's ass about you, I'm more than 600 years old. I've seen all I wanted.
"This is a promise you should be making to yourself. Tell me, will you be alive to see the kids of your siblings? Your daughter marry and take the throne? Can you promise them that? If you can't, then stop this act of yours. You're fooling nobody but yourself."
It was a hard talk that only a man like Flamel who had seen it all that life had to offer could give.
Magnus stood up and wore his shirt, "Calm down, old man. I will go and think about it. Take care,"
He returned home in the middle of the night. He changed clothes and got into bed. Emma was already asleep, but she was quick enough to slide towards him to be hugged and sleep in his warm embrace.
They basically slept without any kind of heating in the room because Magnus' body was always too hot.
He didn't think much about Flamel's words. He doesn't have an option right now. Leaving things behind after bringing them to this point was criminal in his eyes.
~Once I'm done, I will retire and live in peace, ~ he reassured himself and fell asleep, holding the woman of his life dearly to his chest. Athena used to be here too but she was now 7 years old and demanded to sleep alone always.
...
Ragnar's Potion company existed in every country around the world. He rarely went to them as most were automated and run by elfs. Each day his potions were sold around the world, various schools took supplies from him. He was able to mass-produce a few essential potions to help various species.
This brought the price down, making the lives of communities such as Werewolves and Vampires better. But today he got called to one of the factories in Albania. It was being stopped by the Ministry there.
"What is it?" He entered the factory.
The elf responsible for maintaining there reported, "Boss, we got this letter from the Ministry here, they want us to stop producing our potions for violating their policies."
Ragnar scowled and took the document, "Have they gone mad? I can buy entire Albania if I want and they think it's good to create nonsense problems? Don't stop, continue your production. I will handle everything,"
Ragnar then left to meet with the Minister for Magic there. Albania was a small country with not much going on there. It was communist after world war two and only recently transitioned to democracy.
However, when Ragnar reached the location where the Ministry was supposed to exist, it was all empty. "This is strange, if they were not here then who sent the letter?"
"I should talk to Magnus about this. What happened to Albania's ministry? Did ICW decide on something?" Ragnar wondered and left soon after.
...
September 1991 was the day when a lot of new kids head to Hogwarts. It was the last year for Maximus, Clementia and Aurelia. They were on the verge of becoming real full-fledged wizards. In studies, all three were at the top of their class, Clementia being slightly better as she spent most of her time studying.
But today, it was a special occasion as the three were waiting for two boys to start their school. These two were Harry Potter and Draco Prince. Both Lily and Narcissa had asked them to help the two boys.
The three found the two boys on the platform and led them inside the train to sit with them. Harry and Draco had become good friends by now as their mothers set up meetups every now and then.
"Come here, Draco, eat this great chicken sandwich that I learnt to make." Maximus was quick to hand them all a burger.
"This is just chicken between pancakes," Harry realised.
Maximus laughed, "Hahaha, well, when you have crazy elder brothers, of course, you will get such food. But I guarantee, it's pretty good."
Aurelia threw it into the dustbin, "No, it's not. And how dare you give me this greasy food? There is so much cheese too. I will get fat if I eat it."
Clementia silently nodded and threw it away, "It has 800 calories alone."
"Ah come on, you used to love it a few years back. Okay, if you don't like this, I got something else. Behold, my creation, ice-cream lollipop." Maximus revealed small lollipops.
"Isn't it just a popsicle?" Aurelia scoffed.
"No, it's not. It's a real lollipop but it tastes like ice cream. Here, try it." He gave them free samples. Cooking was Maximus' passion, but the thing was, he never liked cooking conventional already established recipes.
*Knock Knock*
"Can I sit he... WOAH!" Out of nowhere, a ginger-haired boy opened the sliding door of the cabin. His jaw fell, "Y-You... you are the Triple Pendragon of Hogwarts,"
"Thank you for reminding us of our identity. Who are you, and sure, we have enough space," Aurelia asked him.
"I'm Ronald Weasley, it's nice to meet you. I am a big fan, I was looking forward to school. I love his majesty and... who are you two?" Ron turned towards the two boys of his age.
"I am Draco Prince,"
"I am Harry Potter, we're also starting school."
"WICKED! Though I've never heard about your family. But who cares, let's be friends,"
The door once again slid open then, *Woosh* "Excuse me, have you seen a toad that... LADY AURELIA?"
Aurelia, as soon as saw the little girl, jumped to pull her in, "Awww, you look so cute, your hair is so... different and cute. You can be an actress. What's your name?"
"I-I'm... Hermione Granger, ma'am,"
*PAT* Aurelia patted her head, "Don't call me that. Use my name, we're just students in the same school. Come and sit with us. We need more female representation in this cabin."
She proceeded to sandwich her between herself and Clementia. Soon small talk started. Each asked which house the other one wanted to go to.
"I don't have much of a choice right now. My entire family has been in Gryffindor, I will continue the tradition," Ron said.
"I will go to Slytherin. I never knew that His Majesty was a wizard and is such a legend. I always admired him and wanted to become a scientist like him or mother Grace." Hermione chirped.
Aurelia hugged her, "Sure, you will love the Slytherin common room. We have brought many changes. It has all the latest entertainment systems. Oh, and the monthly parties. You're gonna love it,"
Hermione's eyes had stars at just the thought. She will study and live in the same place her idol did.
