I Might be a Fake Wizard

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The attack on the Ministry and the Wizengamot left everyone trembling. The directness of the Dark Wizard group made everyone worry for their lives. The Death Eaters dared attack the arguably safest place in Britain when it was full of capable Wizards. If they could casually dismiss the Lords and the Ladies, what stopped them from toying with the commoners?

Amelia moved quickly, assuring the citizen by doing a thorough investigation. The Mark Bearers who got caught didn't even try to deny their involvement. While it was disconcerting how similar the situation was to the First Wizarding War, Amelia was relieved she could properly take action. None of the Mark Bearers was spared. They were executed on the spot.

The wiser decision would have been sending Mark Bearers to Azkaban or getting them kissed. Unfortunately, they no longer had Dementors on their side. The creatures were the reason Azkaban was feared. Sending the Mark Bearers there would only make their job harder. Therefore, after getting the Mark Bearer's testimony—forcefully or willingly—they were promptly executed.

Of course, the Ministry couldn't just kill every Mark Bearer they apprehended. Some people were forced by the situation. These people were sent to a specialised jail under the Ministry headquarters. The jail had been created for the reason they didn't have enough Aurors to guard the prisoners in Azkaban. The Aurors were busy catching Dementors terrorising the people.

Dementors were also a headache to the Ministry. It was a chore to catch and subdue them. For some bollocks reason, the creatures had gotten stronger and more resilient. They needed two mid-ranked Aurors to subdue one Dementor. As luck would have it, Dementors travelled in groups. Therefore, a lot of Aurors were required for the job.

The only reason the public hadn't fled the country or caused a riot was their saviour's existence, Harry Ignotus James Peverell. His triumphs at the Ministry and the Potter Manor were naturally public knowledge. Their saviour had defeated Voldemort five times now—once he was a baby, during his Third Year, during his Fourth Year, during the Tri-Wizard, and the battle in the Potter Manor. The Ministry didn't have any choice but to release his exploits to calm the public.

Naturally, the public was demanding his public appearance. They desperately latched onto their last line of hope. They wanted to hear him say everything would be all right. The Ministry could not do anything about it. The Peverell Lord hadn't answered their call and they knew better not to disturb the powerful Lord.

Amelia racked her brain and found an alternative. She asked Dumbledore to calm the public. Old as he was, he was the world-renowned most powerful Wizard. He had ended Gellert Grindelwald's reign of terror, too. Therefore, she couldn't help but blink dumbly when the old coot admitted only Harry Peverell could defeat Voldemort.

The public's conviction became stronger, thanks to the old Wizard's confirmation. Amelia was stuck between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand, she wanted to appease the citizens, but on the other hand, she didn't want to irk the Peverell Lord. In short, she needed a vacation.

While the whole of Britain was abuzz with the recent development, Harry was busy building his manor. He had found a perfect location somewhere in Scotland. It was close to Hogwarts too, which made it even better. Aided by Lily, Bella, Narcissa, and Fleur, he raised a huge chunk of the empty land and moulded it into a castle.

Camille proved to be a great architect. The design she provided made Harry nodding in approval. It might be because of his bias toward Gothic architecture, though. Regardless, the castle was finished in a week. During that time, they slept in the tent they had erected nearby.

Spanning over 1,600 square metres, the manor had 10 bedrooms, 13 bathrooms, a potion lab for Lily, a big library for their books, a Quidditch pitch that got the boys excited, an impressive duelling chamber for Harry, a pool to host barbeque, a large gym (still empty) to work out, a spa house to relax, and a three-storey guest house. The other parts left not mentioned were those one could find at every house on Earth.

"It's finally finished," Harry sighed in admiration as he looked at the impressive manor he and the ladies had built. "Now the only thing left to do is the Warding."

Warding the manor took two days. Only Lily and Bella were capable of aiding him in this endeavour. Putting the entire Manor under the Fidelius Charm took half a day as only Lily was able to help him. When the manor was ready to be filled, everyone went inside and chose their rooms. Of course, they left the master bedroom alone.

They entrusted the furniture and decorations to the House Elves. In addition to Kreacher, the Peverell Manor had Dobby, whom Harry personally bound, and Flippy from the Potter Manor. They had been waiting for this moment. They worked extremely fast. Everything was in place when the sun had set.

Harry was in his office after dinner, finally facing his Demon, the letters from the Ministry. He had a lot. They stacked to an impressive arm's length. Close to half of them were private letters from Amelia. They were mostly her earnest plea for his appearance. A quarter of her letters were a rant on how unreasonable the people of Britain were. She must have thought he wouldn't read her letters. Tough luck, he had a lot of teasing materials.

Click!

Someone opened the door, causing him to look up from the letter he was reading. A voluptuous redhead sauntered into his office. Her red hair shone under the bright light of his office. Her fair skin glistened, accentuating the rosy lips on her beautiful face. He could understand why people called her the Crimson Angel.

"Here is your tea, Harry."

"Thanks, Lily."

Lily put down the tray and looked at the letters. Harry gestured at his lap, prompting her to sit on it, legs draped across it. Harry enjoyed his tea and resumed reading the letters. He caressed the woman on his lap whenever his tea hand was unoccupied.

"You know you have to eventually answer to the summon," Lily remarked after reading a particularly desperate passage in Amelia's letter. "I think this whole debacle has managed to age our beautiful Minister ten years."

"Ten years don't mean much to a Witch. You can hardly age thanks to Magic," Harry responded, idly thinking about the much younger-looking Minerva McGonagall (still old).

"Well, stress will still kill us," Lily added.

"True."

Silence reigned over the room before Lily sighed. Harry stopped reading when her hold tightened around him.

"What's the matter?"

"I want to hide you from the world and keep you to myself."

Harry smirked, "Well, please do. I don't mind being loved by a beautiful lady."

"I don't want you to be involved with this dumb war anymore." This made Harry lose his smirk. "I want us—you, Jacob, and I to live happily. Away from the public's eyes, unrelated to the ongoing war tearing our country apart. I don't want to share you with the world. I don't want to lose a piece of you. I want you all for myself."

Harry's lips thinned.

"But I know that could never happen. Voldemort and whoever this Dark God here are out for you. We can't always keep running. If we let them take over the world, it will be only a matter of time until they catch up to us. Hiding will be futile."

Lily leaned into Harry's face and kissed him tenderly.

"I am scared, Harry. What if I lose you too?"

Harry wrapped his arms around Lily and caressed her assuringly.

"The day I die will be the end of this world."

Harry had Kowalski, the otherworldly golden finger. It was a clear sign from the world not to mess up.

"And I don't want this world to end, for I don't want to see you, Bella, and Fleur suffer. Therefore, I won't die. I will never break this promise."

Lily nodded quietly and buried her face in his neck. Silence once again descended upon the room, but it was comfortable this time. Harry finished reading the letters. He picked up a pen and wrote his response. His time to address the public's woe had come.

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Amelia's heart thrummed as she waited for the arrival of one Harry Ignotus James Peverell. She had gathered the concerned public on the headquarters' Level 10 in the biggest courtroom. She and her staff had to use the Extension Charm to make the room more accommodating. They had expected many people to come, but not to this extent.

Everyone was talking in hushed voices. Their eyes glanced toward the door, waiting for the same person.

Creak!

"Lord Peverell of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell!"

Everyone straightened up when the star of the day arrived. The hushed whispers died down as Harry entered the room with a graceful gait. Lily and Bella followed closely behind before heading toward their seats. The people wanted to cheer, but the young Lord's presence decided the best way to appreciate him was through silent amazement.

Harry walked to the dais, meeting Amelia's relieved gaze. She surrendered her spot and retreated to the back as Harry took over the dais. His azure eyes scanned the entire room, meeting everyone's eyes. His Legilimency invaded the Occlumency shield of everyone present. It was done so expertly that none of them knew their mind had been invaded.

"Good morning, everyone," Harry greeted, earning an enthusiastic 'good morning' from the crowd. He amusedly noted how similar it was to a class of sixth-graders. "It has been over a week since the ungraceful attack of the cowardly Death Eaters. My condolences to the fallen parties. I have no intention to undermine the people's suffering, but my family was in more danger at that time, what with Voldemort attacking our home."

Most of the people bristled upon hearing the bald villain's name. Harry didn't care.

"My family IS still in danger and I honestly prefer to be there with my family instead of appeasing the crowd's woes." He let the statement sink in, making the majority of the crowd shake anxiously. "However, I am well aware of how important togetherness is at times as perilous as now. Therefore, just as how I protect you, I want you to help me protect my family, the whole of Great Britain."

Everyone's eyes lit up, hanging on dearly to every word coming out of his mouth.

"Your Minister and I have agreed to form an elite army to battle Voldemort and the Death Eaters. You can help me by joining it." Harry unholstered his wand with a flick and wrote in the air using it. "Whereas Voldemort has his Death Eaters who insolently try to devour death, I have the ambassadors of death to punish them."

Thus, Harry Ignotus James Peverell established his army, Morte Dextra.