Dark Repercussions

Epilogue

5 years later

The crowds were gathering within
Diagon Alley, the entire street was packed out and it wasn't just witches and wizards gathering there. There was a good mix of witches, wizards, werewolves, vampires, nymphs, fey, veela, faeries, elves and goblins bustling in the alley, and there was an air of excitement buzzing around. They were milling around a large platform that had been constructed at the far end of the alley in what used to be open space, behind the platform there was a huge sections of area and that was causing a huge amount of speculation amongst the crowd. This day had been eagerly awaited by the population of magical Britain, and of its allies too, and for it everything was shut except the café and bars where refreshments were being sold by the bucket. The noise within the alley picked up when their was movement on the platform, people stepped out on to the platform and they were all recognisable despite their formal wear.

It started with Vilkas, second in command assassin, Alpha werewolf, noted historian and author, and the most popular History professor ever seen at Hogwarts. He was followed by Bellatrix Lestrange, second in command Elite, one of the most powerful women in the world, wicked fast, deadly and held the Black notorious Dark Arts knowledge, she was followed by Espia, who had become known as the Chameleon from her noted success at being able to blend in anywhere. Izar Nott came next, his name grew from his teaching and his sharp silver tongue in politics, people remembered him from when he reduced a foreign department leader to tears with his words. Cien jumped up on to the platform after Nott, his ability to manipulate anything that came from the earth had Herbologists all over the world seeking him out; he was the youngest Herbology master ever seen in Europe.

Antonini Dolohov stepped out and whispered flooded the area, everyone remembered him from flattening three master duellers in the last duelling circle, his talents were highly noted and idolised. Caligo moved with grace that no other person could hope to achieve as she came up, people were still wary to be faced with her bright knowing eyes and her ability to make people confess their darkest secrets made her the best interrogator around. The next people came out as a group, where two were the other two were not far behind, Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, and Ensis and Cruor, were weird, wacky and dangerous. A combination that had never been beaten, known to experiment with magic and people were not likely to forget the crater that had ended up in Hogsmead for a month due to failed experiment.

The final person on the stage was Lucius Malfoy, minister for magic, the man who had done things with the ministry never before seen, a man who had solidified treaties with nearly the entire Europe and was already stretching his power to the East Asian countries and was beginning talks with America. A man who could literally talk his way out of anything and ate politics for breakfast with a side of negotiation, he had never failed to get exactly what he wanted and if there was any questioning Izar Nott was thrown in to the mix; no one had any chance at winning that battle. Lucius stepped up to the podium and the gathering crowd quietened down a bit,

"I thank you all for coming to this extraordinary day." His crisp, cultured voice rippled across the crowd, settling those still talking. "We are here today, to commemorate the two people who we owe our peace to. We gather here to remember how far we have come as a country, to cherish the society in which we live in and to honour those who made it possible. Those people are our High Emperors, The Dark Lord Voldemort and Master Sang Lys." The crowd burst in to applause and cheers, which rose to ear slitting volume when the two men in question stepped out on to the stage.

The Dark Lord looked effortlessly handsome, tall and imposing, he was wrapped in inky black robes of the highest quality, contrasting against his pale skin. His dark hair styled in to perfection, not a hair across his face and his cool ruby eyes surveying the crowd pleased, a ghost of a smile on his sharp features. Master Sang Lys looked equally as good looking, but in a different way. He was tall, not quite the height of his counter, and lithe, his grace that of a cat as he moved, he was dressed today in rich green robes that made his killing curse eyes flash against his snowy skin. His midnight black hair was in stylish mess, his fringe sweeping down over his distinct lightning bolt scar, and his full lips curled up in to an excited grin as he looked around. Together they made an image that stuck in people's minds. They may look good, but no one forgot their power.