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Chapter 81 – Transition into a New World

It was approaching the end of summer now.

No one could've predicted how much the world had changed in a single season.

Digital technology had been wiped out by the overflowing magic of the world. Satellites in space were all gone, eliminating many forms of communications connections and the military positioning systems and surveillance systems of every country on Earth. Mechanical technology still worked just fine, anything without a computer in it either hadn't been affected or was minimally affected. But the loss of digital technology and computers had destroyed a portion of the world, leading to even more panic, uncertainty, fear, and confusion among the people.

The fear and panic only increased more as thousands of magical flora and fauna had re-emerged after being gone for centuries. Dragons and Giants and a host of other large and powerful creatures had escaped from their reserves all over the world, many of which had managed to retain their newfound freedom, while others had been recaptured. New threats also made themselves known in the dark of night…creatures and spirits that had long been banished into naught but memories from the lack of magic and the spread of artificial light once more roamed the darkness and hid away in obscure places come the day.

Some cities had been reduced to dust, completely wiped away. Others had been destroyed by rapid and unstoppable plant growth, or the shifting of the land as seismic and volcanic activity had been both frequent and yet unpredictably sporadic. Still other towns and villages had become icy tombs for their residents as various regions were swallowed up by blizzards that raged for weeks and kept the temperatures well into the negatives the entire time. Coastal towns and cities were a mix of completely destroyed without a trace, or submerged ruins beneath the waves, or half-sunk, or inexplicably untouched.

The Elementals, as they'd come to be called, had decreased in numbers over the course of the summer. Vague stories spread from those that had witnessed the 'end' of the strange beings (or forces of nature), some of the Elementals collapsed apart entirely, what had been their 'bodies' returned back to simple water or soil and rocks, while Wind Elementals seemingly just dispersed as the tempestuous winds that made up their bodies slowed down until nothing was left but a slight breeze. Fire Elementals that had emerged from volcanoes had been the last to emerge, but the first to disappear…leaving lands of ashes in their wake before their bodies cooled and turned to basalt, or just burned themselves out entirely if they'd been mostly flames.

Now, as the summer began to fade, no one had seen an Elemental in the last couple of weeks. Many believed that the primal forces of nature had once more returned to slumber within the planet, close to the leylines again.

The worldly paradigm had shifted beyond any possible prediction or expectation and humanity had been dealt a powerful and costly blow.

-Wandsworth Power Station ~ London-

"Is it ready?!" The plant manager yelled down to the linemen and engineers on the ground floor near the large rollup door that led outside.

"We've repaired the lines that were damaged! All transformers for this section are good to go!" One of the linemen yelled back, giving a thumbs up to the foremen.

The foreman gave the lineman a wave and looked over to his subordinates. "Alright lads, connect the lines. We need to get power back to at least part of London."

A few switches were flipped and buttons were pressed by the workers. All connections were now open and so long as the Heat Core system remained functioning, they should be producing power and sending it out to the grid shortly.

"Pull the lever!" The plant manager yelled down to the man next to the Heat Core system.

The power plant employee gave a quick wave to show that he'd heard the order and then grabbed the lever with both hands. He flipped it down and heard the heavy thud of the metal inside the water tank as it submerged the Heat Core once again. "Heat Core has been submerged!" He yelled back to the foreman.

"Now we wait…" The plant manager said under his breath, worry clear in his eyes that even this hybrid Magical/Mundane system might've been damaged by the months of destruction that had hit the world. He'd been one of the lucky ones, along with his family, they hadn't lost anyone. But he knew a few of his employees had…and it made him grateful that they'd come back to work to try and restore some power to London.

rrrrrRRRRRNNNNNNNN

The turbines began to spin as the steam pressure had built up and reached them.

Lights throughout the power plant were turned on as readings began to appear on dials that monitored pressure and electrical current. The plant had to be retro-fitted with older, non-digital technology to get it back to operation, but with some help from Harry Potter, the creator of the Heat Core, everything appeared to be working well.

"We've got power!" One of the women monitoring the dials cheered loudly.

"Yeah!" The rest of the team let out a loud cheer as well.

The plant manager let out a heavy exhale, he'd not realized that he'd been holding his breath, and a smile finally crossed his face. "Thank goodness…"

"Bloody right!" The engineers and linemen exclaimed and celebrated as lights began to turn on across the section of London that the plant supplied.

Many systems still hadn't been restored, like traffic lights and the Underground, but seeing lights turn back on in buildings as the sun began to set made all of the hard work worth it.

The return of electricity brought about hope. The rising cheer within London as those that finally had their power restored whooped and hollered their happiness was mirrored by those that were close to the area, even if they themselves didn't have power just yet. Lights being on meant power…power meant that more tools and services could be used to restore power elsewhere. It was only a matter of time now as hope returned, instead of the hopelessness that many of the modern age had fallen into over the summer.

-Potter and Erdunn Creations Workshop ~ Three Days Later-

The loud sounds of hammers banging on metal, the tiny scratching sound of runes being etched, the hissing of pieces of metal being quenched, and the loud chatter amongst the Dwarves always made the workshop loud. However, for the last couple of days, it had been especially loud as the Erdunn Dwarves worked longer hours to keep up with the overwhelming demand that they now faced. It was lucrative though, as the Non-Magical government was paying heavily to get more Heat Cores made. More and more power plants around the country were already being converted to accept the Magic/Mundane hybrid system to restore power after the success of the Wandsworth plant.

Nuclear power plants had all vanished from the world as they were consumed by Elementals. Even nuclear weapons and nuclear powered ships and submarines had all been consumed. But that wasn't the only source of power that the Elementals had gone after. Coal power plants had been damaged, the black lumps of carbon consumed and the electricity cut off. The same had happened with most other forms of power plant, the Elementals seemingly sought them out to consume the energy of the fuel sources. Even the mines and ground wells for fossil fuels of all kinds had been swallowed up by the numerous Elementals, as if they were further fueling themselves and the immense amounts of magic they poured out into the world. A few smaller power plants had escaped here and there around the world, but of the ones in London, only the Heat Core plant had been left untouched. That had been more than enough reason, in the eyes of the British Government, to go all in on using the Heat Core system to restore the country's power grid as soon as possible.

"Come on now! We need hundreds of large-class Heat Cores!" Drad shouted out to the other workers from his own workstation.

"Yes, Shop Master!" The other Dwarf workers called back as they continued their work.

Drad hammered another orange-yellow steel plate into place in the large honeycomb shape that he was working on. "Just five more plates and then let it cool before sending it off for rune etching." He said to himself with sweat running down his face from the heat of the steel and the forge.

-Lancashire ~ Countryside-

"ROOOOAAAARRRR!" The roar of a dragon shook the air as the great beast flew above the open fields below.

Harry grimaced as he saw the fully-grown Hebridean Black in the air. "Why am I doing this again?" He asked himself rhetorically.

The simple answer was because it was the right thing to do. This particular Hebridean Black had escaped captivity and settled into its new territory during 'The Crisis' as some had started calling it. The Draig Werrd Reserve in Wales was stretched too thin to spare any of their Dragon Handlers to take care of it, and the normal caretakers, the MacFusty clan, had lost more than a few family members from the initial frenzy of the Hebridean Black dragons in their native range during the crisis.

The Hebridean Black swopped low, clearly having spotted Harry, and expelled a massive torrent of flames at the Wizard.

But Harry wasn't there anymore.

"Over here!" Harry was flying alongside the black dragon, looking directly into one of its brilliantly purple eyes. He passed his intent through his magic, laying claim to the dragon's body should he slay it.

"ROOOAAARRR!" The Hebridean Black roared back in challenge, laying claim to Harry's flesh and magic should it kill him.

The Rite of Conquest was sealed.

"Hup!" Harry shot straight upwards as the Hebridean Black snapped its jaws at him. As the large dragon tried to turn in the air, its speed naturally slowed, and Harry unsheathed Aethereum. "Fulmen." Lightning sparked powerfully along the blade of his Artifact Sword before Harry brought it downward, unleashing the massive bolt onto the Hebridean Black just as it turned to face him again.

KRAKBOOM

The lightning strike was so large, bright, and loud that the residents close enough to see it from where they were hiding in their homes all flinched and staggered away from the windows.

The Hebridean Black fell from the air and crashed into the field below as smoke rose off its tough black scales.

Not wanting to take any chances, Harry flew down quickly and landed on the downed dragon's head. Not hesitating, as it could mean death if the dragon wasn't unconscious or dead, Harry stabbed the tip of Aethereum's blade into the neck scales. He pried one upwards, letting the tip of the blade touch the hide beneath and combined his power with Aethereum's again as he cast a Severing Charm.

Ssst

The sound was loud, the ground below the Hebridean Black's neck split in a thin line that most wouldn't notice, and a second later the dragon's head separated from its neck entirely.

"Quickly…" Harry reached into his Storage Cloak and pulled out a shrunken trunk. With a tap of his finger the trunk expanded to its full size and Harry levitated it beneath the dragon's severed neck, letting the vast amount of blood fall into the expanded space within the trunk. "Not the best way to store dragon blood, but it works."

Having been requested to slay this dangerous dragon that had begun harassing the people of Lancashire recently by the Ministry of Magic, Harry was given full rights to it for his trouble. Harry had accepted the deal, both for the opportunity to gather more dragon materials, but also because arguing with the half-functioning Ministry for an appropriate financial reward would've been too much of a headache.

Harry watched the blood continue to flow into the trunk as he pondered on the best way to get the Hebridean Black rendered down into usable materials. "I suppose I'll have to put in a request at the Draig Werrd Reserve…or maybe I can commission the MacFusty clan themselves?" Seeing a few people in the houses closest to the field stepping outside to get a look at the slain dragon from a distance, Harry sighed a little. "I better not be called out for every dragon sighting just because the Ministry slapped me with that 'Dragon Slayer' Title back in Fourth Year. I'm an Artificer, not a damn Dragon Hunter."

A thought did begin to take form in Harry's head, however. One that should limit how often he'd be pulled from his work for one magical creature attack or another. As the idea came together, Harry pulled out a regular spiral notebook from within his Storage Cloak, along with a ballpoint pen, and began writing down the idea along with hypothetical materials and runic sequences that could facilitate it.

The crackling of flames distracted Harry and he turned to look at the burning pasture where the Hebridean Black had unleashed its fire breath. "Right. I should put that out." A wave of his hand, still holding his pen, and a wave of water was conjured to douse the flames.

-Pacific Ocean ~ Samar Island, Philippines-

A fisherman and his son could only stare as the sea seemingly rose upwards a fair distance from the shore. They'd been prepping their fishing boat for a day of work now that the world seemed to have finally settled down. For a given value of 'settled down' with the state of the world, including their own island, after The Crisis.

As the water parted, crashing back down into the sea, what was revealed was a massive sea beast that sailors of old told tales of…a Sea Serpent! The massive creature rose out of the water partially, its sinuous body raising its head high as it observed its surroundings. The great beast swam along the surface of the water for a time, seemingly familiarizing itself with the area a bit as it looked towards the shore.

It was at this time the two fishermen suddenly heard the outbreak of screams and cries of shock and terror from other people that had spotted the sea serpent.

However, the sea serpent didn't seem to care much about the noise, continuing to swim along. It approached another fishing boat already on the water, making both those on the boat and those watching from shore cry out in fear, only for the sea beast to swim past it without a hint of aggression. The sea serpent only eyed the fisherman on the boat for a moment before it seemed to lose interest and then dived back below the waves. The sinuous body rose up from the water a bit as the sea serpent swam away, and if anyone had been able to measure, they'd have noticed that the creature was well over one-hundred feet long and easily four or so meters thick.

Many fishermen, the father and son included, decided not to fish that day.

It would only be later that the people would learn that sea serpents actually had peaceful temperaments and didn't attack anything but their prey or things that attacked them. The worst thing the sea serpent would cause was a shock if it rose out of the water close to a boat.

While some sea creatures that once more swam the oceans were much more aggressive, the chances of running into one were few and far between as they had no real reason to go after the ships and boats of humans.

That didn't stop many fishing villages, towns, and cities from halting operations when said creatures were spotted though. Not enough time had passed for people to learn and understand what all of these new creatures were. The fear of the unknown had once more taken hold of the majority of humanity as they feared what was in the seas, the forests, the mountains, and the night again.

-Santa Fe, New Mexico, United States-

Water.

The famous capital city of New Mexico was flooded.

Storms had raged and dumped heavy rains on the area over and over again, far exceeding the normal rainfall of the region and making it impossible for the city and the surrounding areas to handle the massive amount of water.

The cause of these continuous storms were a large number of Thunderbirds. The great eagle-like birds had been flying about the skies over the desert practically since The Crisis had begun. Even now a few of them could be seen flying through the cloudy skies. Their numbers had also increased, the overflowing magic of the world was greatly beneficial to their reproduction as their previously endangered numbers began to recover.

"Well…you were right, old man." A plain-looking young man said to his father. "Whole area is flooded." He was keeping the occasional drizzle off of him with a simple Charm held over him with barely a thought.

A haggard older man wearing a leather coat and smoking a cigarette let out a brief chuckle. "Told you so." The older Wizard exhaled a small cloud of smoke. "The more Thunderbirds there are, the more it storms. There was no way this desert city could handle so much water." He looked over the flooded streets for a moment. "At least the water stopped glowing at night. That freaked out most of the people around here."

"Yeah…" His son sighed as he looked up at one of the Thunderbirds flying through the sky. "So, we should help out where we can…but are we supposed to chase the Thunderbirds off?"

"If you want to piss off the tribes, go right ahead." His father snorted at the suggestion. "Thunderbirds are sacred to them, and they were deeply hurt by the near extinction of the species. The shamans of the various tribes around here will defend the Thunderbirds if any Witch or Wizard is dumb enough to try and harm one."

"Right." His son rubbed the back of his head. "Impervious Charms would help with the flooding of the buildings and such, I guess we can start there?"

The old man let out a small laugh. "That wouldn't hurt, but we can also focus on dealing with the excess water. This entire area needs better drainage."

"Playing in the mud then." His son said with a short bark of laughter. "How much do you think we could make off of Reparo Charms?"

"One thing at a time." The older Wizard said before Vanishing his cigarette butt.

-Beijing, China-

"This was far more than we ever thought it would be." One man said, looking down at the table that he sat at with over a dozen other people. "The plan was merely to restore the dying Magic, wasn't it?"

An older man, a traditional Wu (shaman/sorcerer), looked at the younger Wizard with wise eyes. "We could not have known that those…Elementals…would appear and continuously pour more magic into the world. The ever-increasing magic extended the period of upheaval for months."

The younger man let out a low exhale, clearly guilty about what they'd helped unleash upon the world.

"As it stands, the current regime is beginning to fragment and lose control of the country." A woman in resplendent silk robes said with a beautiful, soft voice. "The regions farther away from Beijing are starting to decide things for themselves."

"It makes sense." A different old man spoke up, this one dressed in similar robes to the first old man, though his were marked with the Taiji. "The military is in shambles, parts of China are nearly inaccessible, and without being able to enforce their will, the regime is crumbling."

A younger man, also in the traditional robes of a Wu, spoke up once the elder had finished speaking. "Could we not use this loss of power from the Non-Magical government to help the people and bring back some of the traditions and practices that were destroyed and taken from them years ago?"

Another woman spoke up, much older than the first woman and wearing more simple robes. "What? You wish to return to the Dynasties? That was before your time, child."

The young man did not retort, only taking a moment for a breath. "I merely believe that we can help and, if necessary, take on some leadership as the world continues to adjust." Seeing the looks of the other people focused on him, he continued on without a hint of hesitation. "I'm not saying that we should regress back into the ancient days depicted in novels of the 'central plains' and the like. Only that we can use our magic that caused these problems to help correct them and take responsibility."

"Hahahaha!" An old man in plain robes that looked slightly worn laughed as he unshrunk a gourd and took a swig of the liquor inside. "The boy has a point! If you make a mess, you should help clean it up!" He shrank his gourd again and stashed it into his pocket. "But if we want to play at Wuxia, then I'll take on the mantle of the Beggar Sect if no one else wants it!" He laughed at his own joke while many around the large table gave the elder exasperated looks.

The future of China was being discussed at a meeting that the current Non-Magical regime didn't know about and had no way of interfering with. Far too busy dealing with their own fracturing power and loss of control after The Crisis.

-Italian Enchanters Guild-

Lorenzo Trevisan sighed, not having been this busy in many, many years. Ever since The Crisis and the loss of power for most of the Non-Magical World, the Enchanters Guild had been inundated with request from the Ministero della Magia (Ministry of Magic) for commissions of various items that could help alleviate the sudden shortages of clean water, food, and waste disposal for the Non-Magical peoples.

The Enchanters of the Guild had been working long hours to craft such items, and the Italian Government had been distributing them in large batches to the people.

Unfortunately, some people refused to use magic or magical items, usually citing religious beliefs for their refusal. But that was not Lorenzo's problem, that was a problem for the government and the Vatican to settle between themselves.

"More requests?" Lorenzo was old and didn't want to whine like a child...but he was sorely tempted as his secretary brought in another stack of commissions and laid them on his desk. "Wait... These aren't all from the Ministry?" He looked through a few of them and blinked. "Are these from the Italian Government directly?"

"Yes, sir." His secretary confirmed with a short nod. "They seem to have been in contact with the British Government and have heard of them having a power plant operational already. Something about a hybrid Magical and Non-Magical form of generation?" She hadn't been able to read the entire request.

Lorenzo flipped the first page and began reading the second. "Aha! I see!" The old Artificer laughed brightly as soon as he saw Harry Potter's name mentioned. "The Master Artificer has gotten ahead of us all, it would seem!" He flipped to the third page. "I knew that young man would be great from the moment I saw him when he was just a boy." He flipped to the last page. "Bianca, please fetch me the good letterhead. I need to write to Master Artificer Potter and see about this hybrid power source."

Bianca smiled and gave Lorenzo a brief bow. "Of course, Master Trevisan."

"With any luck, he'll share the design, or at least sell us the rights to make them so that we can get the Non-Magical back on their feet a bit faster." Lorenzo could only hope, as it would go a long way to seeing a decrease in all of these requests and commissions.

-Potter Manor ~ Late August-

"Hah…" Tonks let out a heavy sigh. "I want a vacation…"

Penny, barely awake as she leaned on Fleur's shoulder while they both sat on the large couch in the living room, looked over at Tonks. "Me too. I've been running myself ragged trying to set up more Anti-Magic Areas."

"The fact that your wards were the only ones that didn't break during The Crisis is something my workplace would like to study, if possible." Fleur said to Penny with a soft smile.

The Anti-Magic Area wards that Penny had set up before The Crisis had indeed all been unaffected by the overflowing Magic. Within 10 Downing Street a working computer still existed, though without being able to connect to any other computer anymore, its value was diminished. The out of control magic had seemingly flowed around the Anti-Magic Areas like water flowed over and around stones in a river. Nothing within them had been affected in the least, but as Penny hadn't been able to install very many of them before the crisis, most of the computer systems in Britain were still lost.

"Can't…" Penny mumbled out tiredly. "I'm still not sure why they held up either."

"Is Harry still working?" Tonks asked as she used magic to remove her boots.

Fleur and Penny just gave her a look.

Tonks sighed. "Right, dumb question."

Harry had been working on an idea that had come to him when he'd gone to slay a Hebridean Black dragon that had escaped and was threatening people. He'd said something about warding and not being bothered by the Ministry before heading for his smithy. Their husband in all but legality had been keeping himself busy for days now, only not working for meals and to cuddle with them in bed at night.

A brief 'pop' sound alerted the three young women to the arrival of the only House Elf that had permission to pass through the protections of Potter Manor.

"Missy Tonks, Missy Penny, Missy Fleur…" Tayla greeted the three Witches. "Tayla be bringing a package for Master Harry." In the House Elf's hands was a small, clearly shrunken, trunk.

"I'll go get him." Tonks said with a little grumble as she stood up from the plush armchair and headed for the back doors.

Only a couple minutes later and sounds reached the three still in the living room.

"Tonks, I can walk!" Harry said.

"I know, but you didn't answer me when I called for you." Tonks replied with a clearly tired drawl.

Tonks practically dragged Harry into the living room and pushed him towards Tayla a few seconds later.

"Tayla." Harry greeted the House Elf with a smile. "I heard you have something for me?"

"Yes, Master Harry!" Tayla beamed as she handed over the small trunk and then pulled a letter from within her well-sewn pillowcase. "It came with this letter."

"Thank you, Tayla." Harry took the letter and Tayla popped away. "I wonder what this is?" He looked at the envelope and cocked an eyebrow. "Flamel?" He hadn't heard from the old Alchemist in quite a while.

Fleur noticeably perked up as Harry opened the letter.

Harry read over the letter and his eyebrows rose in surprise. "Found this where an Earth Elemental 'died'… Couldn't quite figure it out… Alchemical tests inconclusive…" Harry read the letter a second time.

"May I read the letter, Harry?" Fleur requested politely.

"Of course, love." Harry floated the letter over to Fleur before unshrinking the trunk.

While Fleur read the letter from Nicholas Flamel, Harry opened the trunk and picked up the object inside.

"What in the world?" Harry looked at the misshapen black stone, almost the size of a basketball. "It's dense…" He could tell just by the weight and feel of the weird stone. "If this came from an Elemental, then it was saturated by intense magic for who knows how long. Is it just a normal rock then?"

"Looks like your Gargoyle." Tonks said before covering her mouth as she yawned.

Harry went stock still. He blinked once, then looked down at the misshapen stone again, then looked over at Tonks, then back at the stone. "I love you." Harry said as he nearly floated over to Tonks to kiss her lips briefly. The next second he was out the back doors and rushing towards his smithy.

"What?" Tonks blinked at the sudden kiss, not that she hadn't enjoyed it.

Harry stopped next to the Gargoyle that the Erdunn Dwarves had given him as thanks for helping them reclaim Baraz Irkul. With a nearly manic grin on his face, he lifted the misshapen stone over his head and then slammed it down onto the Gargoyle's head.

Crack

Harry's heart nearly skipped a beat at the sound. He moved the misshapen rock aside and found that the pointed tip of the Gargoyle's ear had broken off. "Yes!" Harry snatched up the fragment and immediately looked at the broken cross-section. "Pitch black, should've known!" He laughed at not being able to make out any details by eye. "But now it makes sense! I know what you are!" He was feeling giddy like he usually did when making a breakthrough on a project!

"Harry?" Tonks called out as she poked her head into the smithy. "What's got you laughing like you're mental?"

"I'm not mental! I'm happy!" Harry declared as he saw Penny and Fleur peek into the smithy as well. "I finally know what the Gargoyle is made of!"

Fleur looked confused. "You do?"

Penny looked more awake now and her eyes focused on the fragment in Harry's hand. "What is it?"

"It's stone!" Harry said with a bright smile.

The flat looks he got from Tonks, Penny, and Fleur almost made Harry laugh again.

"Well, it is, but it's stone that's been suffused and imbued with so much magic that it turned black like this!" Harry held up the fragment while patting the misshapen rock that was still sitting on the Gargoyle. "The Elementals were so magical that they changed everything around them just by existing, especially the physical objects they were made from! It's the same thing with the Gargoyle!" Harry pointed at the 'dead' automaton. "The reason we couldn't physically break it no matter how hard we hit it was because this stone is practically solid magic! That's also why the spells we hit it with, the lava that Fleur bathed it in, nothing affected the Gargoyles at all…by comparison to this physical magic, we may as well have been lightly blowing on the rock or pouring lukewarm water on it! The sheer density difference between our magic and its magic was like comparing a gas to a solid!"

Now both Fleur and Penny were just as invested in the rock as Harry was.

"Solid magic?!" Penny exclaimed in delighted surprise.

"If true, this would change almost everything that we know about magic!" Fleur looked like she was only a few seconds from rushing to get her own journals and study materials.

"Nerrrrrrds~" Tonks teased loudly, making Fleur and Penny both turn to look at their 'sister' with little glares.

With the excitement reined in a bit, Harry looked over the broken fragment again. "But did whoever made the Gargoyles sculpt them first and then apply that much magic…or did they find some way to overcome the density issue to sculpt it afterwards?"

"Wouldn't it have to have been the first one?" Penny asked as she looked over the fragment when Harry handed it to her. "Where else would they have gotten this black stone?"

Fleur looked curious about that assumption. "But how could they have provided as much magic as an Elemental to facilitate this change of stone to black stone?"

"Before you three get too far into research, maybe you might want to share your findings a little?" Tonks suggested with a lopsided grin. "Also, it'll be dinnertime soon and no one is missing meals." She stopped and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Huh, is this what it feels like to be the responsible one?"

All four of them cracked up a moment later at the joke.

"I do need to tell Drad and Drasurd about this!" Harry declared, his excitement returning as he thought about his sworn brothers that had their own Gargoyle. "Hedwig!" Harry yelled out as he rushed back towards the house.

"What are we going to do about him?" Fleur said with a shake of her head.

Penny had a small smirk on her lips. "I can think of something…"

Tonks matched Penny's smirk with one of her own. "I'm listening…"

-10 Downing Street ~ London-

"It's hard to believe." John Major said as he looked out the window. "London lit up at night again."

Tony Blair, the new Prime Minister for the United Kingdom, agreed with a small nod. "After not seeing it all summer, having to try and hold the country together when so much of it was without power… Seeing it like this feels like a little weight has been taken off our shoulders."

Both men took a sip from their glasses of liquor.

"I'm glad that we were all able to come together and prevent Britain from falling like some countries have." Tony gave John a thankful nod for doing everything he could to unite the British government during the crisis.

"It was a matter more important than politics." John said as he stared out the window for a long moment. "There's still so much lost though."

"True." Tony took another drink. "Not how I ever expected to become Prime Minister."

The fact that the election had even happened as London was still getting back on its feet was amazing.

"We were incredibly lucky to have Artificer Potter and his Heat Core already in use." Tony let out a sigh at how bad things would still be if they hadn't had that one saving grace.

John nodded as well, a little smile on his face as he looked at the lights outside. "I heard from a friend that they're looking into getting the Underground up and running soon."

Tony gave a small chuckle at that. "London won't fall on our watch. Not as long as we keep cooperating with each other." He said of the still ongoing integration between Magical and Non-Magical. "We're all Her Majesty's subjects, after all."

Togetherness, cooperation, and the goodness of people would see the country, and even the world, through this transition into a new age.

No one knew just how much would continue to change going forward though.

-End Chapter-

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The world is still wrecked a bit…but things are getting better!

Slowly…but surely!

Harry's Heat Core has proven that it wasn't damaged by the rampant magic and still works! After the engineers and linemen were able to check and replace everything that needed it, the power plant was turned back on and restored part of London to light! Woohoo!

And where one place of power is, modern tools can draw from that power to start fixing the next area and getting it ready a little faster, then the next area a bit faster, then multiple areas at the same time!

All around the world, people are adjusting to the post-Crisis world they now live in.

Giants roam in some places, dragons fly in the sky in others, the sea is once more filled with unknown giant creatures, and the things that go bump in the night have returned in the vastly expanded wilderness. Not to mention that we now know that many cities, towns, and villages were wiped out or damaged during the months of crisis.

Turns out overloading the world with magic has consequences! The Elementals kept the magic rising higher and higher, allowing them to stay on the surface for MONTHS as they moved about the world. Only once the 'Magic Cycle' stabilized again did they fall and return to the depths of the leylines.

Nicholas Flamel sent Harry a piece of one of the fallen Earth Elementals and an offhand comment from Tonks sparks a brainwave! Harry knows what the black stone that makes up the Gargoyles is now!

Solid Magic?!

Perhaps that will become useful for the Master Artificer as he continues to work on his new idea?

What happens as time continues to march forward?

Keep reading to find out!

Current Mana Levels

Harry – 61,642

Tonks – 33,488

Penelope – 27,846

Fleur – 27,994

Until I get your reviews, later!