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Chapter 90: Chapter 88 - Civil War (4)

Lestrange Mansion.

Seated around a long rectangular table, twelve witches and wizards remained silent. Of the twelve, at least half had escaped from Azkaban, all of them looking towards the head seat, where a young man with soft black hair and red eyes was seated.

The table, a huge serpent was smoothly sliding between the plates and goblets. A hissing sound echoed particularly loudly in the silence of the room.

Perhaps the only one relaxed in such a tense environment was Bellatrix. The woman was filing her nails, ignoring the murderous looks her former husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, was giving her.

Blowing off the nail remnants, Bellatrix extended her hand and looked satisfied at her perfectly manicured nails.

"What can you tell us about your cousin, Lady Lestrange?" Lucius asked, his tone low, fearful of offending the head of the table.

Bellatrix placed a finger on her lips and pondered her choice of words with an innocent look. "In terms of appearance, he's adorable, lovely, cold, and very cruel. He wouldn't let me eat sweets after dinner!"

In the end, she spoke with a particularly resentful tone.

Lucius's face twisted slightly at the absurd response of the mad woman.

"He's talking about his weaknesses and strengths, Lady Lestrange." Ernest Macmillan, patriarch of House Macmillan, spoke, his voice somewhat helpless. Although he noticed the murderous look from the Patriarch Lestrange when he called Bellatrix Lady Lestrange.

"In terms of strength, we will die almost instantly if we face him head-on. Any special level cursed spirit will turn all of us into a delicious tomato sauce seasoned with our organs to put on the salad!" Bellatrix spoke in an animated voice, as if being crushed was a good final fate.

This made everyone avert their eyes; conversing rationally with a madwoman was difficult, especially with Bellatrix, who was famous for her madness.

But when it came to loyalty, no one questioned her. Everyone could betray the Dark Lord, but not Bellatrix. The woman was such a loyal follower that she did things that made some people in this room feel sick.

And mind you, no one present in this room was innocent; the person with the fewest kills had at least ten deaths to their name, so it was quite an accomplishment to make these racist murderers feel nauseous.

"We already know that, Lady Lestrange." Lucius spoke in an annoyed tone.

Bellatrix's green eyes fell on Lucius, her lips curling into a malicious smile as she spoke in a sadistic tone. "How's the single life? Bringing your sex toys home? Poor Narcissa, betrayed and even blamed for the divorce. If it were me, I would have killed the mistresses and the fruits of the betrayal right in front of you."

When she said this, Bellatrix intentionally looked at Rodolphus, who seemed ready to attack at any moment, especially at the mention of his beloved and dead child.

Everyone felt a chill hearing this; they did not doubt that Bellatrix could do it. Lucius, in particular, showed a cold and slightly murderous expression.

"Enough of this foolish discussion."

With a cold and indifferent voice, everyone fell silent and focused on Voldemort, who was petting the serpent Nagini.

"Asterion Black's weaknesses, Bellatrix," Voldemort said, his tone making everyone shudder involuntarily.

Bellatrix showed no fear; her smile grew as she spoke. "There is only one."

Everyone looked expectantly at Bellatrix.

"And what would that be, Lady Lestrange?" Ernest asked eagerly.

"He loves his family." As Bellatrix finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

Bellatrix's words were obvious to everyone.

"It's unrealistic to attack Black Manor." Voldemort looked at Bellatrix with his red eyes and spoke calmly. Even though he had never been to Black Manor, he knew there was certainly something of great danger protecting that thousand-year-old mansion.

"I agree." Surprisingly, Bellatrix agreed with Voldemort's words. "Attacking Black Manor is a suicide mission. Arcturus wouldn't hesitate to blow up the entire mansion with everyone in it."

A heavy atmosphere hung in the air.

"We will first attack Gringotts," Voldemort said, drawing everyone's attention immediately. "We will leave no one alive."

"Yes, my master." Bellatrix was the first to speak. She stood up and saluted like a soldier who had just received orders.

As for why they were attacking Gringotts, Bellatrix didn't ask, nor did anyone else around. Working with Voldemort, they knew that questioning orders meant death. They had seen this happen countless times in the war thirteen years ago. No one wanted to be the next corpse thrown into an unknown ditch.

Suddenly, everyone heard a knock on the door.

"Enter," Voldemort said casually.

The doors opened, and a young girl of thirteen entered the room, with pale blonde hair and icy blue eyes.

"The drinks as ordered, father." The young girl bowed to Lucius, and the trays holding wine glasses floated automatically to the table.

Picking up the wine glass, Voldemort's cold eyes fell on the girl with a faint murderous intent. "You should bow to me, Dorea. This is my final warning to you. Thank your father for being a loyal follower; otherwise, I would kill you now."

Dorea's body trembled at his words. She quickly bowed to Voldemort and spoke with a slightly trembling voice, "Y-yes, my Lord."

Fear infiltrated the young girl's heart like a deadly poison, making her look as if she was about to die at any moment. This horrible feeling made her face pale.

Ignoring the tense atmosphere caused by Dorea's mistake and Lucius's extremely irritated face, Bellatrix looked at her niece and spoke cheerfully, "You really look like your mother, Dorea."

As if hearing a call for salvation, Dorea looked at the aunt she had never had contact with and greeted her respectfully, but did not bow due to the previous events.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Aunt."

"Humm~" Bellatrix hummed and casually chatted with her niece. "You are almost a copy of your mother; she looked exactly like you at your age."

"Enough of the useless chatter, Bellatrix." Voldemort interrupted the conversation and spoke, "Prepare for the attack."

Everyone stood up, placed their wands over their chests in respect, and left in an orderly fashion one by one, leaving Voldemort alone, petting Nagini and lost in thought.

 

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Inside a room.

*Sound of a Slap*

The sound of a loud, strong slap reverberated between the walls.

Holding the left side of her face, Dorea suppressed the tears threatening to fall and looked at her father with a resentful gaze.

"Never embarrass me like that again!" Lucius roared, his eyes almost brimming with fury. "You are just like your mother, useless, not even fit to perform simple tasks like serving drinks competently."

Draco, who was watching everything from the side, opened his mouth to defend his twin sister but closed it, seeing his father filled with rage.

"But it doesn't matter anymore. You will marry the son of House Macmillan." Calming down a bit, Lucius straightened the creases in his clothes and spoke coldly.

Dorea couldn't help but widen her eyes upon hearing that, the memory of the Macmillan House son appearing in her mind. A decently handsome but talentless skinny boy.

Dorea didn't want to marry someone like him, weaker than her, not her who had always been taught to respect the strong.

Seeing the veiled rejection on her daughter's face, Lucius mocked, "Who said you have a choice?" Without waiting for her to respond, Lucius left the room with his cane.

 

"Sister..." With their father absent, Draco approached Dorea, but halted his steps at that moment.

Dorea looked at him as if he were a traitor.

Draco clenched his fists and tried to explain, but every time he tried to speak, the words couldn't come out.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Dorea straightened her back and showed an indifferent expression.

"Leave," Dorea spoke coldly. "Leave my room now."

Draco hesitated, but obeyed and left the room with his head down.

Now alone, Dorea bit her lips so hard that blood came out. Looking at her wrist, she felt disgust and hatred seeing the skull and snake tattooed on her wrist.

Suddenly, the doors of the room were abruptly opened, startling Dorea. Looking up, she found her aunt Bellatrix looking at her with a big smile.

"You're bleeding," Bellatrix noticed the blood on her lips and the red mark on her niece's left cheek. She already knew what had happened.

"It's nothing," Dorea tried to wipe the blood from her lips, but only made it worse, spreading it all around her mouth.

Sitting on the arm of the chair Dorea was sitting in, Bellatrix spoke with an amused smile.

"Staying strong even after what happened, your mother would be proud of you."

"My mother would probably mock me if she saw my state now," Dorea spoke, her tone low and full of disdain for herself.

"Knowing Cissy, she would have hugged and comforted you in her arms. Then she would have ripped Lucius's head off for touching you." Bellatrix spoke, her lips curling into a cold and sadistic smile.

She approached Dorea's face and helped clean the dried blood spread around her mouth.

"You are very beautiful; you must have many suitors at Hogwarts," Bellatrix commented amusingly, looking at her niece's lovely face, which had entirely inherited her sister's beauty.

"Not as many as my mother probably had," Dorea replied in a lighter and more relaxed tone with the change of subject.

"You have no idea how popular Narcissa was at Hogwarts. The famous ice queen of Slytherin. The line of suitors was so long that almost every boy had a crush on her. If she winked at a boy who was dating, relationships would end," Bellatrix said, recalling her time at Hogwarts with a low laugh.

A smile appeared on Dorea's lips upon hearing this.

But her smile faded. "Daphne Greengrass is the queen of Slytherin." Her tone was a bit disheartened; she should have been the center of attention, but because of Daphne, she was just another pretty girl.

 

"Being Asty's fiancée certainly made her popular." Having finished cleaning the blood, Bellatrix spoke casually.

Looking at her niece's disheartened face, Bellatrix showed a mischievous smile. She knew how important it was for a proud girl to be the most popular at school.

"You can become popular too; just get into Asterion's bed, and you'll gain power," Bellatrix said with a cute smile on her lips.

Dorea felt her cheeks heat up at her aunt's bold proposal.

"Remember, dear niece, a Black never bows to anyone." With that, she stood up and walked towards the room's exit.

"Where are you going?" Dorea asked; she didn't want to part from Bellatrix, the only woman she could seemingly trust.

"To bathe in goblin blood and listen to their sweet screams while I torture them." Looking over her shoulder, Bellatrix responded with a cold and somewhat crazy smile.

Watching Bellatrix leave the room excited like a child going to play in the park, Dorea murmured to herself.

"My aunt is crazy."

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Next Chapter: Chapter 88 - Civil War (4), 89 - Civil War (5), Chapter 90 - Civil War (6), Chapter 91 - Battlefield (1), Chapter 92 - Battlefield (2), Chapter 93 – Conflicts on the Battlefield (1), Chapter 94 – Conflicts on the Battlefield (2), Chapter 95 - The War Intensifies (1), Chapter 96 - The War Intensifies (2), Chapter 97 - The Death of Voldemort (1), Chapter 98 - The Death of Voldemort (2) And end of the first volume.

 

Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 99 – Decision (1), Chapter 100 – Decision (2), Chapter 101 – Decision (3), Chapter 102 - The Black Sisters (1), Chapter 103 - The Black Sisters (2), Chapter 104 - Rose's Past (1), Chapter 105 - Arrival of Country Representatives (1), Chapter 106 - Arrival of Country Representatives (2), Chapter 107 - Arrival of Country Representatives (3), Chapter 108 – Party (1), Chapter 109 – Party (2).


Chapter 91: Chapter 89 - Civil War (5)

 [Death Eater Attack on Gringotts]

Closing the newspaper and placing it on the table, Asterion showed a thoughtful look. Voldemort attacked Gringotts to secretly recover Hufflepuff's Cup; the attack on Gringotts was just a distraction.

"Voldemort must have already noticed the absence of two Horcruxes, Hufflepuff's Cup and Marvolo Gaunt's Ring," Asterion murmured to himself. "At the same time, he must be worried about the safety of the other Horcruxes at Hogwarts, which I've already taken."

"He must be getting a bit paranoid at this point," Asterion continued to voice his thoughts with a cold smile on his lips.

"Asterion."

Hearing his name called, the Black heir looked towards the source of the voice and saw Narcissa looking at him with a worried and hesitant expression.

"Is something bothering you, Cissy?" Asterion asked gently. Even a fool could see that Narcissa wanted something but was hesitant to ask.

Clenching her fists, Narcissa bit her lips and opened her mouth but hesitated, remaining silent.

Raising an eyebrow, he asked with a serious look, "Am I so unworthy of your trust, Cissy?"

"I trust you, but you are a leader, and you cannot put feelings ahead of the interests of the entire group." Narcissa spoke as she sat down and smiled, though the smile was tinged with sadness and remorse.

Seeing the proud and cold Narcissa acting this way, Asterion knew she was worried about her children.

"If you are talking about Dorea and Draco, you don't need to worry. I won't harm them. After all, it's not their fault they have a father with poor judgment," he spoke in a soft and gentle tone but ended with a hint of scorn for Lucius.

"Thank you, Asterion. Truly, thank you." Moving forward, Narcissa hugged Asterion deeply and spoke with a voice full of emotion and tremors.

Only she knew how many nights she couldn't sleep thinking about her children living in the same house as a monster like Voldemort.

It terrified her, the idea of seeing her children return in coffins, made her heart feel like it was being stabbed repeatedly.

"Don't worry, they will be safe, I promise you that. But you need to focus. Today we have the meeting with Dumbledore to establish our preliminary alliance and set the terms for the future transfer of power." Patting Narcissa's back, Asterion spoke in a serious tone.

Breaking from the hug, Narcissa nodded with renewed determination. She kissed Asterion on the cheek and left with hurried but firm steps.

Suddenly, two girls entered the living room, he knew both of them.

Daphne and Astoria, his future wife and future sister-in-law, respectively.

Unlike her older sister, Astoria had darker blonde hair and green eyes, inherited from her mother, Helena. She was small, even for twelve years old, her complexion showing a sickly paleness.

But even suffering from a terrible blood curse, the girl displayed a cheerful smile and a very light aura, almost as if she didn't care about her curse.

"Still getting used to the mansion, Astoria?" As Daphne sat next to him, Asterion asked his young sister-in-law.

"A bit too dark for my taste." Ignoring her sister's disapproving look, Astoria commented on the dark themes of the mansion. "But, a very cozy place." She spoke, looking playfully at her sister.

"So, how far have you two gone?" With curiosity shining in her eyes, Astoria lowered her voice and asked eagerly.

Daphne's pale cheeks turned red with her younger sister's intimate question.

"Astoria!" Embarrassed, Daphne looked shyly and angrily at her sister. "You are forbidden to read those books in your room."

Pouting dissatisfied, Astoria rolled her eyes at her older sister and looked mischievously at Asterion, who remained silent, listening to the whole conversation with interest.

"We just kissed." Faced with her gaze, Asterion responded indifferently.

"Boring~" Astoria lost interest almost instantly upon hearing that, she couldn't help but look at her sister with a disappointed look.

That disappointed look made Daphne feel even more irritated. Getting up from the chair, she grabbed her sister and dragged her out of the living room regardless of the pleading words she heard.

Asterion watched everything with an amused look, it was nice to relax like this before the real work began.

...

A table was set in the middle of the room, on one side all the Noble Faction allied with House Black, on the other side, the entire Light Faction, led by Albus Dumbledore.

As for the Ministry employees in important positions, they were all ignored, including the current Minister of Magic. The Ministry of Magic would cease to exist, only those truly in power were important in this meeting.

Another election would be held when everything normalized and all power was transferred to the new governing body – the Clock Tower.

Asterion was not leading the entire negotiation; he left that to the veteran politicians of the Pure-Blood Faction, like Aurelius, Arcturus, and others. At this moment, he was needed only as a symbol, a symbol of power, just like Dumbledore on the other side of the table.

"Let us begin." Dumbledore spoke with a gentle smile, his blue eyes behind the lenses of his glasses appearing especially kind at that moment.

"Yes." Arcturus nodded, and everyone began to take their respective seats.

Papers containing all relevant information were distributed equally to everyone present in the room.

The hall echoed with the rustling of the pages.

Dumbledore concentrated on reading, the first thing he noticed was the name.

[Clock Tower]

The Hogwarts headmaster found the name oddly fitting for British society, but the next pieces of information made him sit up straighter.

The entire legacy of the noble houses in one place, all the information of an entire civilization gathered for everyone to read regardless of origin.

Even though he knew there was an enormous price to pay for such knowledge, Dumbledore still wanted to laugh joyfully. If such a proposal were implemented, England would be the only magical society in the world with such conditions for learning and centralization when it came to civilization.

Calming the excitement in his heart, he continued to read attentively.

"Twelve Lords." Dumbledore murmured as he reached the part about the distribution of powers.

Department of General Fundamentals. Department of Individual Fundamentals. Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Department of Zoology. Department of International Magical Cooperation. Department of Botany. Department of Astromancy. Department of Creation. Department of Curses. Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Department of Magical Games and Sports. Department of Policies.

He rhythmically tapped his fingers on the table.

The number was much smaller than the seats in the Wizengamot, where all powers were divided almost equally. If the Clock Tower proposal were successfully approved, it meant that certain powers would have to be centralized in a few individuals, making them particularly powerful, a disadvantage in the fight against future corruption.

 

On the other hand, with fewer departments, the entire legal system would be streamlined, making it more efficient in terms of internal control, although efficiency would be contested, as there wouldn't be as many filters in case of irregularities.

But in the end, everything could be adjusted gradually, making the Clock Tower very suitable to replace the current Ministry of Magic, which was full of corruption and injustices.

"I presume the Twelve Lords can delegate their powers," Dumbledore asked, removing his glasses.

"All Twelve Lords can appoint Senators to oversee each department," Arcturus replied with a cold tone, very different from Dumbledore's enthusiastic attitude.

"Senators," Dumbledore murmured with a gleam in his eyes.

Honestly, each of the Twelve Lords wielded much power; it was as if there were twelve kingdoms within one large empire, all coexisting with each other.

But...

Looking at the number of nobles on the other side of the table, Dumbledore smiled.

He perfectly understood why the Clock Tower proposal was put forward. The Pureblood Faction would no longer have as many members occupying seats in the Wizengamot after this civil war. This meant that the Pureblood Faction would no longer have the final say in the Ministry of Magic.

Honestly, many might think Dumbledore should refuse this proposal and directly control the Ministry of Magic, but Dumbledore himself knew that if he did that, the entire British wizarding society would collapse.

Tyranny would only sink this country into even more death, chaos, and despair.

Everyone would go to war to maintain power, regardless of the dire consequences, further weakening the entire wizarding society as a whole.

Politics was a mess.

Dumbledore cursed mentally and looked at Asterion standing next to Arcturus, the orchestrator of everything happening today.

Smiling gently at the boy, Dumbledore spoke.

"Let's go over the terms, Lord Arcturus."

With his words, the entire room shifted atmosphere, gunpowder seemed to have been thrown into the air, ready to explode at any moment.

The meeting continued with detailed discussions on each department's roles, responsibilities, and the selection process for the Twelve Lords. Despite the formality of the proceedings, there was a palpable sense of anticipation and uncertainty in the room.

For Asterion, this was just the beginning. The real challenge would be in the implementation and the inevitable resistance from those who were deeply entrenched in the old ways. But for now, the focus was on laying a strong foundation for what they hoped would be a new era of magical governance.

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Author's thoughts: I'm not a politician, so the entire Clock Tower probably has countless loopholes. If you have any tips for better, it would help a lot.

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Next Chapter: Chapter 90 - Civil War (6), Chapter 91 - Battlefield (1), Chapter 92 - Battlefield (2), Chapter 93 – Conflicts on the Battlefield (1), Chapter 94 – Conflicts on the Battlefield (2), Chapter 95 - The War Intensifies (1), Chapter 96 - The War Intensifies (2), Chapter 97 - The Death of Voldemort (1), Chapter 98 - The Death of Voldemort (2) And end of the first volume.

Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 99 – Decision (1), Chapter 100 – Decision (2), Chapter 101 – Decision (3), Chapter 102 - The Black Sisters (1), Chapter 103 - The Black Sisters (2), Chapter 104 - Rose's Past (1), Chapter 105 - Arrival of Country Representatives (1), Chapter 106 - Arrival of Country Representatives (2), Chapter 107 - Arrival of Country Representatives (3), Chapter 108 – Party (1), Chapter 109 – Party (2).


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