The Chronicles of Blood and Fire (HP Fanfic)

Amelia Bones stood in the high stone chamber of the Wizengamot court, her robes pressed and spotless, her monocle glinting as she glanced through the thick parchment in her hands. The enchanted ceiling above mirrored the cloudy morning sky over London, casting a dim, silvery glow upon the seats of the assembled witches and wizards.

She had always disliked politics, but justice—justice was her craft. And this case had become a tangle of it.

"The matter before the court," she began clearly, "concerns the aftermath of the Greystone House investigation. It begins, as many such things do, with something far smaller."

She looked up, voice steady, practiced.

"One year ago, Auror Alastor Moody, while patrolling with Junior Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt, detected an anomaly in the perimeter wards of the Forbidden Forest. Upon investigation, they discovered a child—approximately five years old—pale, bleeding, and half-mauled—being actively attacked by vampires."

Her tone didn't waver, but some members of the Wizengamot leaned forward.

"The child survived. Barely. But not unchanged. He had been bitten. Turned, partially. A rare condition. A living vampire, with suppressed turning. And no records—no family, no magical lineage, no name."

She paused.

"The boy was placed under St. Mungo's care. Temporary, until the Ministry could determine next steps. Given the nature of his condition and unknown magical capacity, he was transferred to Greystone House, under heavy precaution."

Several of the seated witches and wizards muttered.

"From there, a year passed. What we believed to be a simple containment case... spiraled."

She flipped to the next parchment.

"It is now established that Greystone House became a site of unauthorized experimentation, trafficking, and illicit application of Protocol Thorne—a discontinued policy allowing for the removal of magical individuals deemed irredeemably unstable. That policy has once again been formally declared obsolete, and its use criminalized."

"Adrian Rosier," she said with a note of steel, "formerly of the Department of International Magical Cooperation acted as Special Advisor on Magical Outliers, was arrested on-site, along with six identified enforcers. All have been sent to Azkaban pending full trial. Their assets seized. Their affiliations under review. This case remains open as we pursue potential accomplices and structural failings within the Ministry."

She let that hang in the air for a breath longer than necessary.

Then she turned the page again.

"But now comes the second half of this hearing."

The parchment in her hand bore one name.

"Caelum Sanguine."

She looked to the elevated bench where the Head of the Wizengamot sat, waiting.

"The other children formerly residing in Greystone House have already been relocated. The Ministry has formed an assessment task force to ensure that each minor is placed in a humane, stable facility—education, counseling, reintegration."

"But this boy—this Caelum—is… complicated."

Amelia stepped forward.

"He is, at the time of this hearing, only six years old. But in that time, he has demonstrated magical capacity far beyond his age group, including—most alarmingly—wandless casting, and advanced control over fire-based magic with no known source."

"He has also killed."

A ripple moved through the chamber.

Amelia didn't flinch.

"Three confirmed fatalities. All enforcers in active assault during the Greystone incident. The killings were ruled in self-defense, supported by witness testimony and magical trace verification."

"Still—this is a child, partially vampiric, dangerously gifted, and without known origin or family."

"And so, as head of this inquiry, I present the final question for deliberation…"

She turned to face the full chamber now, her voice clear as chime-steel:

"What is to be done with Caelum Sanguine?"