After Hogwarts

The Dark Lord is dead. Britain is not at peace. Hogwarts stands smoking but unbroken, its Great Hall turned into a hospital and war room. Here, Kingsley, McGonagall, the Order, and the students who survived the Carrows try to turn victory into something like a government. Outside the castle walls, owls carry three different versions of the truth, and every one of them calls itself “the Ministry of Magic”. In London, the Ministry building never fell. Death Eater officials still sit behind desks, stamping decrees and pretending the Battle of Hogwarts was only a riot. In the countryside, warbands led by brutal ex-enforcers shake down villages “for protection”. In hidden cellars and ruined manors, fanatics whisper Voldemort’s name as if it were a prayer, convinced his cause did not die with his body. Muggle-born families stay underground, even now. Old pure-blood houses hedge their bets, waiting to see who will win before they pick a side. Gringotts watches from behind its marble counters. Abroad, polite letters arrive asking a simple, dangerous question: who is actually in charge of magical Britain? You step into this crack between war and peace, with no faction chosen for you and no destiny written on your forehead. You can walk the crowded halls of Hogwarts, risk the lifts of the occupied Ministry, vanish into the Muggle-born routes or strike your own bargains in the shadows. In the Britain of the war after Voldemort, who holds power—and what they do with it—depends on the choices you make next. (With LewdLeah's Autocards & Inner Self)