Harry Potter: The Supreme Leader

Chapter 1

Cedric Diggory was dead.
Voldemort, the nuisance, had returned alive. Barty Crouch Jr, acting Mad- Eye Moody, had fled. And he was at the Ministry.
Harry was quick to grasp what happened.
While Voldemort may have risen again, it was not expected that Alastor Moody would betray them. Or, Alastor Moody would not be Moody, but a dead Death Eater.
Killing Madam Pomfrey on his way of escape, he deflected a lethal curse shot by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Leaving two kills: Pomfrey and Crouch Sr.
Two days later, on 27th June, 2015, Crouch had killed another person, Durmstang ex- Headmaster Igor Karkaroff, the former Death Eater who deserted Voldemort.
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Amelia Bones, 30, Director of the DMLE, looked at him strangely. One would not, considering her rank and her temper, think her so young. Harry Potter had approached her with... questions.
'Yes, Harry (he had explicitly and exclusively forbidden the use of his last name, but only after she herself prohibited him from doing the same), Barty Crouch is on a dangerous rampage, and killing people. Your claim that Voldemort is back cannot be investigated without proof. '
'Ah, of course. Fudge?'
'Any doubts? I do not know you should have one. Er... Well, we need Crouch pinned down and arrested. Only then will I get the necessary proof...' She leaned across the desk. 'Anything else?'
Charming, handsome, polite, a perfect gentleman, she thought. Harry Potter was exactly the perfect man.
'Ah, yes, Amelia... as a friend. I am a legal adult because only adults are forced to participate in the Triwizard. So was I. I request you... remove the Trace, because there should not be any restrictions now. Oh, and Fudge must not know. '
Amelia smiled. Harry found it... seductive. Interesting.
'Ah, yes. I will. ' She simply waved her wand on Harry's. 'Holly, Phoenix feather, eleven inches... was it custom- made or what?' She gaped. 'This is rare... so rare...' She looked up. 'Anyway, Harry, you can cast a spell...'
Lumos. Of course...
Harry said his goodbye and left.
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'Let me see. Lessons of Wizarding Law, Cyrus Greengrass. Secrets of the Darkest Art... Particulars of the Unforgivable, Alastor Moody? What? He wrote that? How to Train your Dragon... eh? Dark Magic from the roots... GELLERT GRINDELWALD? He wrote a book? His Story, and Hers: A Journey of Wizardkind... Political Purity and the Intricacies of Politics, Arcturus Black. ' Harry raised his eyebrows again. 'Okay, OK. I will buy all the books in this bookstore!' He shouted.
'What?!' the shopkeeper looked totally caught off- guard.