[ EU ] The Battle of Hogwarts was an international trap designed with Lord Voldemort in mind .

At the Centre for Magical Intelligence, the American President of Magical Congress strode purposely towards the emergency briefing his Head of Intelligence had called. Storming into the meeting room with his staff in tow, the first words out the Presidents mouth where “ What the hell are the cousin fuckers doing now? ” 
 
 The Head of Magical Intelligence rose a “ Mr President, they sacked Dumbledore from the IWC ” 
 
 The President swore, and then asked the room to be seated. 
 
 Dumbledore ’ s appointment to the head of the IWC was mostly political in nature – truly there was no better man for the job, but the appointment was a signal from the International Community to the British Ministry that they were ready to resume relations – a signal which was ignored. 
 
 At a time when the rest of the world was coming together, Great Britain seemed determined to isolate itself and progressives like Dumbledore were few and far between. 
 
 “ Is he still running things at that school of theirs? ” 
 
 “ Fortunately yes, but we expect if he keeps speaking up about Voldemort they ’ ll sack him from there too. ” 
 
 “ Goddamn Voldemort... ” 
 
 “ What a Voldemort? ” said a newly appointed junior presidential aide, who clearly hadn ’ t read a memo lately or been around in the 80s. The President cringed, truly education in America was lacking, but congress damn near useless and obstructed his attempts to improve education at every turn – the little shit was only here because of who his uncle was. 
 
 With a baleful stare, the Head of Magical Intelligence addressed the whelp, “ Not what, who – he ’ s a second rate Grindelwald, powerful on his own but also got their ‘ pure bloods ’ riled up. He started a war in the 70s, before going underground in 1981 after he tried and failed to murder a child – we have confirmed reports that he split his soul up using Horcruxs, at least five in total, however to date one has been destroyed. ” 
 
 The President was silent for a moment, and then spoke. 
 
 “ Gentlemen, I don ’ t need to tell you that boots on the ground is *not* an option – we ill afford another Chernobyl. ” 
 
 There were nods of agreement around the room, and the President continued, 
 
 “ Do we have any idea what his next move is? ” 
 
 “ He ’ ll likely take the Ministry. ” 
 
 “ Is intervening possible? ” 
 
 “ Yes, however that would drive him underground again. ” 
 
 The room was silent. 
 
 “ … are you seriously suggesting we let him topple the British Ministry of Magic? ” 
 
 The head of magical intelligence drew a deep breath. 
 
 “ If he does take the ministry, casualties wise we ’ re expecting dozens of dead wizards and witches, along with hundreds of no-majs. If we intervene, we ’ ll likely be locked into a guerrilla war – hundreds of magical deaths including our own soldiers, tens of thousands of no-maj casualties at best, and the risk of exposure increases exponentially. ” 
 
 “ The best course of action I can recommend is to draw him out, find and destroy his horcruxes, then destroy him and restore the Ministry – preferably with somebody as minister not inclined towards isolationism. ” 
 
 The President was silent for a full minuet. Nobody spoke. 
 
 “ This is not a decision we can take lightly, and not without input from the rest of the international community. I want a full report with all possible solutions this agency can come up with, and a list of all assets in Britain and who we can mobilse for this– who knows, - ” he said jokingly, “ -with any luck that kid will sort it out for us again. ”
