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What If the Ministry of Magic Raised Harry Potter

Discord:   / discord   Voice Acting & Narration: Steven Waters ⁨@bobablackfly602⁩ Writing: Myself, @khuz377 , @viktoriafilbert What if the Ministry of Magic raised Harry Potter? Let's explore the depths of it in the video. October 31st, 1981—the night the wizarding world changed forever. Godric's Hollow lies in ruins under a moonless sky. The cottage at the end of the lane has been torn apart by dark magic, its windows shattered into glittering fragments, its walls scorched black with the residue of the Killing Curse. Inside, James and Lily Potter lie dead on the floor of their sitting room, their wands just out of reach. And upstairs in a nursery surrounded by debris and splintered wood, a baby cries. Harry Potter—the Boy Who Lived. Within hours, the cottage is swarming with Ministry officials who arrive by Portkey and Apparition. Aurors secure the perimeter with detection spells that shimmer blue and gold in the darkness, creating a web of protective enchantments around the property. Department of Mysteries Unspeakables examine the magical signature of Voldemort's destruction, their faces hidden behind smooth silver masks that reflect the emergency lighting from two dozen wands. And in the centre of it all stands Barty Crouch Senior, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, his severe face carved from granite and his robes impeccable despite the late hour. BARTY CROUCH SR.: Secure every inch of this property. I want samples of the magical residue catalogued. I want photographs of every surface. I want this entire scene documented before sunrise. AUROR DAWLISH: Sir, what about the boy? He's still crying upstairs. BARTY CROUCH SR.: The boy is evidence. More than that—he's a living testament to our victory over the Dark Arts. He stays with us. Albus Dumbledore arrives in a swirl of midnight-blue robes just past three in the morning, his phoenix patronus fading into silver mist as he steps through the broken doorway. His blue eyes, usually twinkling with hidden amusement and warmth, are grave and sad behind his half-moon spectacles. He surveys the destruction with the air of a man who has seen too much death in his long life. ALBUS DUMBLEDORE: Barty. I must speak with you about Harry's placement. There are protections—blood wards that can keep him safe with his mother's family. BARTY CROUCH SR.: His placement is already decided, Albus. The Ministry will provide all necessary protection. ALBUS DUMBLEDORE: The boy needs family, Barty. He needs love and normalcy, not bodyguards and protocols. Crouch turns away from the evidence his team is collecting, and his expression could freeze fire where it burns. BARTY CROUCH SR.: Love didn't save James and Lily Potter, Dumbledore. Power did. The boy's power. He destroyed the Dark Lord as an infant—destroyed him completely when dozens of trained Aurors failed. Do you honestly believe we should hide such a weapon, such a profound symbol of hope, amongst muggles who can't even see magic? ALBUS DUMBLEDORE: Harry is a child, not a weapon. He deserves a childhood. BARTY CROUCH SR.: He is both child and weapon, and the Ministry will ensure he becomes the right kind of weapon. One pointed at our enemies, not wandering uncontrolled through the muggle world. The argument continues through the night as the sky slowly lightens to grey, but Dumbledore is fighting a losing battle against the tide of Ministry self-interest. By dawn, emergency owls have summoned the Wizengamot to session. By nine in the morning, the vote is swift and decisive: twenty-three to eight in favour of Ministry custody. Lucius Malfoy speaks eloquently about protecting their "most valuable magical asset." Augusta Longbottom argues for family placement, her voice shaking with fury, but she's drowned out by those who see opportunity in a orphaned hero. By noon, the deal is sealed with official stamps and signatures. Harry James Potter, age fifteen months, becomes a ward of the Ministry of Magic, property of the state in all but name. The Ministry's Department of Child Magical Services creates a special wing just for him within a week. It's something in between — not an orphanage, not a prison, but a sterile, carefully monitored environment on the third floor of the Ministry building itself, tucked between the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes and the Auror headquarters. His nursery overlooks the Atrium through enchanted windows that show him the constant flow of witches and wizards hurrying about their important business far below.