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A Neon Genesis: Goddess Fic

Harry Potter and the Demonic Fate


Minerva McGonagall watched from the window of the Headmaster's office as a train raced off into the distance. Aboard it were young witches and wizards, students of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When the train, the Hogwart's Express, returned in the fall, McGonagall feared it wouldn't be quite as full as it was now.

She turned away from the window and into the office, her office now. The previous Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, had been laid to rest earlier that day. As Assistant Headmistress, McGonagall had been promoted. Within a few days, a letter from the Board of Governors was expected, confirming her position.

McGonagall sat down in the chair behind the desk and looked around her. The room still had the Dumbledore feel to it. The shelves still contained all the silver instruments, his pensive still sat in its corner, as did Fawkes' perch. Fawkes himself had not been seen since shortly after Dumbledore had died.

Then there were the paintings. All the previous Hogwart's Headmasters and Headmistresses had portraits on the wall. Now they were joined by Dumbledore's portrait. His was asleep though, just as the others were, or seemed to be.

With a sigh, McGonagall turned to the paper work on the desk. The end of the year had always brought down a load of work on both Dumbledore and herself. Now she had twice the workload and no assistant Headmaster as of yet. Perhaps Flitwick would be up to the task.

Before she could think further on it, a burst of flame announced the arrival of Fawkes. With a cry, the Phoenix dropped an envelope on the desk and flew to his perch. From there, he watched as McGonagall opened the envelope. Inside, she saw the familiar handwriting of Dumbledore.


If you are reading this, then I am most likely dead, and you are now the Headmistress of the school.


I know this is not how you wanted the job, but alas, these are troubled times we live in.

I have included within this letter many items of which you should take note in regards to the school. Hogwarts has many secrets. Having spent my lifetime here, I still have not been able to learn them all. But I made the effort, as I am sure you will.

But sadly as I have stated, these are troubled times, and I must get straight to the matter.

Included within this letter you will find a rather lengthy report that should be read to the Order. This report will explain to the Order many things regarding my absences from the school, as well as the ailment my arm has suffered.

I should note that Mister Potter knows much of what is contained in this report, and by now Miss Granger and Mister Weasley know as well. As such, I expect them to act upon this information. Should they do so, I do not expect them to return for their seventh year.

This must not be allowed to happen. Harry and his friends must complete their schooling. I cannot stress this enough. Harry must stay for his entire seventh year. Only then will he be prepared for what is to come.

But as I have said, these are troubled times.

Many, including Mister Potter, will believe the school is unsafe. I disagree. The Wards are the strongest they have ever been since the school was founded.

But I am an old man, and old men make mistakes.

I know the danger that exists is a strong one. As such, I have a plan of last resort. One I dare say is quite dangerous in itself.

But as you are reading this, I feel there is no alternative.

Upon the shelves in my, now yours, office, you will find a silver object that looks to be a muggle compact. Included with this letter is an instruction sheet, describing how to activate the object and how to proceed.

What will follow will most likely make you wonder if I have gone mad. Perhaps I have, or did as the case would be.

I wish you well Minerva.

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, etc

McGonagall reread the letter twice more before looking through the other papers. She read the report for the Order and was horrified to learn of the Horcruxes. Even more horrifying was the exact details of the Prophecy that the Order had been guarding two years ago.

Finally, she came to the instruction sheet. She stood up and walked over to the shelves. The silver instruments were still in place, even after Harry's attempt to destroy them two years before in a fit of anger. She quickly located the small compact device. She returned to the desk and sat it before her.

Following the directions, she opened it and tapped a sequence on the small keys. Within a few moments a bright blue glow filled the office………