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The Wizards of Ice and Fire [HIATUS]

Chapter 1: Chapter 1 - Part 1

Harry shifted his gaze to meet that of Daphne's, his eyes traversing the familiar environs of the Ministry of Magic's hallowed Department of Mysteries.

And there, before them, stood the foreboding and enigmatic Veil of Death, its ethereal essence casting a hauntingly beautiful light that illuminated the surrounding area. The eerie glow of the veil was a constant reminder of the enigmatic secrets that lay hidden beyond its mystical veil.

"I can't believe we're back in Britain after all these years," Harry said, shaking his head in disbelief. "It's like a whole different world."

Daphne, tall and blond with bright blue eyes, reached out to comfort Harry, her hand clasping his in a reassuring grip.

"It is a world unlike the one we left behind," she said softly. "Four decades have passed, and much has changed since then." Her words were a gentle reminder of the time that had elapsed, and the world they once knew was now forever gone.

Harry nodded, his mind racing with all the thoughts and memories of their long journey. "Yeah, I know. But it's still hard to wrap my head around it. The Ministry of Magic looks so different now."

Daphne smiled up at him, her bright blue eyes filled with love and determination. "It's not just the Ministry. Everything has changed. But at least we're together again. That's all that matters."

Harry returned her smile, his heart full of gratitude for the woman by his side. "Yeah, you're right. I can't imagine going through all of this without you by my side."

Daphne leaned her head against his shoulder, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel the same way, Harry. And I'm glad we're finally home. It's been a long journey, but it was worth it to be with you."

They stood in peaceful silence, the eerie light of the Veil of Death illuminating their surroundings. Harry's thoughts turned inward as he gazed upon the mystical veil.

A deep sadness washed over him, a reminder of the son they had lost. The loss was a constant ache, a wound that time could not heal. Harry stood there, lost in thought, his heart heavy with the memories of the past.

"I hope the Unspeakables are able to help us figure out what happened to our son," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "I just can't believe he's gone."

Daphne squeezed his hand, her voice strong and resolute. "I know, Harry. It's hard to accept. But we have to stay strong and keep fighting. For him and for each other."

Harry nodded, determination filling his heart. "You're right. We'll get through this together. Like we always do."

Daphne turned to him, her eyes shining with love and determination. "Always, Harry. Together."

As they waited for their guests from the Unspeakables, Harry and Daphne stood hand in hand, united in their love and their resolve to find the truth and bring their son's memory to rest. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, determined to honor their son's memory and keep fighting for what they believed in.

But just as they were lost in thought, a sudden burst of magic filled the air. Harry and Daphne turned to see a group of 50 masked wizards appearing in the room, surrounding them on all sides.

"Who are you?" Harry demanded, his wand at the ready.

The wizards didn't answer, their faces hidden behind their masks. Instead, they raised their wands and began to cast spells at Harry and Daphne.

"We won't go down without a fight!" Daphne shouted, her wand waving around as she summoned a powerful magical shield.

Harry nodded, determination filling his heart. Together, he and Daphne would stand strong against this mysterious group of wizards, no matter what the cost.

Daphne grabbed Harry's hand and squeezed it tightly. "Harry, we won't make it," she said, her voice trembling. Harry barely had any time to nod before the enemy wizards began to cast spells at them.

Daphne quickly waved her wand around and a huge magical dome appeared around the couple. Harry could feel the power of the spells pounding against the dome, trying to break through.

"Please, Harry. Trust me, we can't escape the ambush. Focus on getting a patronus to Hermione and we will at least be avenged," Daphne said, her voice shrill and tears marring her beautiful face.

Harry nodded and took a deep breath. "Expecto Patronum!" he shouted, and an ethereal basilisk shot from his wand. He quickly started talking to it. "Hermione! We have been betrayed by the Unspeakables. Me and Daphne are pinned down with our backs almost touching the Veil of Death." Harry's voice broke as he spoke, and he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to compose himself. When he opened them, he saw the fear and desperation in Daphne's eyes, and he knew he had to stay strong for both of them.

"We - we won't make it. I'm sorry, Mione. I wish I could tell you all about our journey these last decades, but we don't have much time," Harry said, his voice thick with emotion. "There are a couple of things you should know before we depart. The House of Potter will be gone, all our belongings are inside our trunks that we both carry, and we will take the Hallows to our graves. Be strong, Hermione. Avenge us." The patronus flew away towards his last trusted friend.

"It's done, love. Hermione will see to it that our deaths are not in vain," Daphne said. With a shout of unbridled rage, Harry pulled on all the knowledge of magic he had mustered in the last few decades traveling around the world with his wife, and in one swoop, he killed more than half of their assailants.

The remaining enemy wizards, their faces twisted with hatred and fury, retaliated swiftly. They raised their wands, chanting the words to a powerful blasting curse that would spell the end for Harry and Daphne.

Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he watched the curse being summoned, growing larger and more powerful with each passing moment. He knew they couldn't escape it, and he closed his eyes, prepared to meet his fate.

But Daphne wouldn't give up so easily. With a fierce cry, she waved her wand and summoned a shield around them, determined to protect Harry to the very end.

As the curse hit the shield, Harry heard a familiar voice shouting commands. He opened his eyes and saw Draco Malfoy standing at the front of the enemy wizards, a smug grin on his face.

"You won't get away this time, Potter!" Malfoy yelled. "You and your precious wife will finally pay for your interference!"

Harry's heart sank as he realized that Malfoy had been the one behind the attack. He should have known - Malfoy had always been jealous of Harry's success and had always harbored a deep grudge against him.

But as Harry looked at Malfoy, he saw something in his eyes that he had never seen before - greed and desperation. And in that moment, Harry understood.

"You did this for the Black fortune, didn't you?" Harry shouted. "You knew that with my death, you would inherit everything related to my godfather's family! You killed my son!"

Malfoy's grin faltered for a moment, and Harry knew he had hit the mark. Malfoy had been planning this ambush for a long time, but Harry and his wife Daphne had disappeared for decades, and Malfoy had thought he would never get the chance to strike.

But now, with Harry and Daphne trapped and vulnerable, Malfoy saw his chance. He had gathered the other enemy wizards and launched the attack, hoping to finally rid himself of his hated rival and claim the Black fortune for himself.

Harry gritted his teeth as he watched Malfoy's triumphant expression. He knew he had to do something, and fast. He grabbed Daphne's hand and whispered, "I love you. And I'm sorry."

Daphne looked at him, tears streaming down her face. "I love you too, Harry. And I'm not ready to leave you yet."

With a fierce determination, Harry pulled on all the magic he could muster and summoned a powerful spell. He could feel the energy coursing through him, and he knew this was his last chance.

"Avada Kedavra!" he shouted, casting the killing curse at Malfoy and the remaining enemy wizards.

The curse hit its mark, and Malfoy and the enemy wizards crumpled to the ground, their bodies writhing in agony. Harry watched as the life drained from their eyes, and he knew it was over.

But as he let out a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. Daphne cried out and collapsed beside him, and Harry realized with a sinking feeling that one of the wizards had managed to hide from his spell and hit them both with a cutting curse.

The curse hit Daphne first, piercing through her chest and leaving a bloody wound in its wake before doing the same to him.

And as they lay on the ground, their vision starting to fade, Harry saw the Veil of Death glowing in front of him. He knew that this was it - their time was up.

With their last bit of strength, Harry and Daphne grabbed each other's hands and threw themselves over into the Veil of Death, determined to be together forever in the next life. As they crossed over into the unknown, Harry knew that they would always be together, united in love and magic.

—————Peverell—————