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Progress in the new world is swift in some areas, without having to hide magic. They are able to quickly build in certain areas and set up nature preserves in others.
For the most part, Wixen are able to collectively work together to make the transition. They know this will change in a few years when the rebuilding phase is done, but for now they work on cleaning up the Earth from muggle pollution, inventions, housing, etc.
Over the course of the next few years, Harry and Tom, along with many members of the PDA and Tom’s colleagues, become central figures in British and world politics, as they mediate the transition and next phases of the move.
“I don’t understand how we can have like a million times more land and still have so many groups arguing over it,” Harry sighs, coming in from yet another land dispute mediation.
“Goblins?”
“Always.”
“They do like their mines.”
“How was your day?”
“Boring meetings, death threats, spell mishaps. The usual.”
“Death threats?”
“And not even very good ones.”
“Should I be worried?”
“About the people who can’t write good threats? Sure, we should always be worried about Wixen education.”
Harry rolls his eyes, apparently Tom was in that kind of mood. Before he could ask anything more, the mirror in the room lit up.
“You are coming to my game this weekend, right Dad?” Cyndi asks. She was now in fifth year, and the Ravenclaw seeker.
“Of course, darling, we wouldn’t miss it,” Harry tells her, Tom rolling his eyes off mirror, “Tom will even wear blue and bronze.”
Cyndi was doing very well at Hogwarts, their predictions holding true, if a little exaggerated. She’d definitely rocked the school, for the better, they both thought. The school was doing very well in general, with magic strengthened by the merge, and strengthened more each day by the revival of the Olde ways, magic was more responsive, easier to call on, and many ‘dead’ arts were coming back into the world.
Harry spent a lot of his time working on discovering both new and old, forgotten magic. Tom helped, but was also very busy with politics, which came first for him. Harry mostly spent his political career working with Daphne, Adrian, Blaise, and Susan, speaking out to sway public opinion about things, and working to promote specific causes brought to him by the PDA.
The new world was not all fun and games, however. Many people thought they should have been given better land or funds when they came through, and blamed Tom and Harry for their struggles. Others that were part of the ministry dedicated to secrecy, like the obliviator squads, were out of a job. Part of the transition period supported them until they could find new uses for their skills or new skills and jobs, but many were still upset, and again, blamed Tom and Harry.
Tom continued to try to get Harry to work from the estate and spend most of his time there, but Harry refuses. He was always accompanied by Theo and Cassius, and Adrian generally as well, but they’d had some run-ins with less than friendly groups over the years.
One particular occasion brought Harry very close to death. Literally. They had a chat for a while, and Harry learned that ‘master of death’ came with some perks afterall, including not dying.
“Like ever?” Harry asked, slightly horrified.
“Well, I guess if you wanted to die?” Death says, confused by the concept.
“Not now,” Harry agrees, “but does life have any meaning if it won’t ever end?”
Death smiles at him, unnervingly, “I knew you were the right one.”
“What does that mean?”
“You were chosen years ago. You died before your time multiple times in a row.”
“You mean, the times that I should have lived with Tom? But our cycles became out of sync?”
“Yes. This was done on purpose to you.”
“By who?”
“I do not know. You died before your time. The Fates would have more answers on how and who.”
Harry wakes up later, an unstable Tom sitting next to him. He explains the conversation to Tom, who is a mixture of upset and relieved by this news.
“It applies to both of us,” Harry says, causing Tom to relax. “Hey, and I got better at the communication thing, look at me go.”
Tom rolls his eyes, hands still shaking a little, but some more tension relaxing from his shoulders.
“What are we going to do for forever?” Harry asks.
“I’m sure we can come up with some ideas,” Tom says.
“Yeah, but won’t we run out? The worlds going pretty good right now, after all.”
“If there’s one thing I don’t doubt, it's the human ability to take a good thing and mess it up,” Tom says.
“Always such an optimist, darling.”
“I’m sure we can think of other things, as well,” Tom says, suggestively.
“Oooh good point, we could go back through the portal and have a star wars marathon! There has to be a new one out by now,” Harry grins and Tom groans.
“I’m going to shut all those portals one day,” he threatens.
He doesn’t though. There’s a bunch of portals still around, protected by magic but open.
Afterall, why would anyone go through them?
What damage could leaving them open do?