Fate's Request: A Harry Potter FanFiction

David had Mel research extensively regarding the matter of the trace in forging countries before he decided on his trip to Minsk.

Thankfully, the Ministry of Magic only traced underaged witches and wizards that fell under their purview. If David had travelled under ordinary magical methods into Belarus, the local Ministry would have taken over in the tracking of his magic, for it was widely accepted all over the world that a wizard reached his majority at seventeen. And therefore any magic used prior to that age would be considered a breach of the law and the trace would inform the authorities of who broke the law and where they did so.

As soon as they touched down in the airport, Mel popped back home under David's orders, returning to her work and also making sure that any letters that arrived for him in the Manor, thanks to a little charm they discovered that redirected an Owl's magical homing to a set location rather than a person, would be delivered quickly by Mel popping to his location via her House Elf bond.

Looking around, David saw that the majority language spoken in Belarus was Russian, rather than their 'native' tongue of Belarusian. Unfortunately for David, he hadn't devoted any of his free time to those languages, so conversing with the locals was a little difficult.

However, it wasn't strictly needed, as David had brought a tent with him that would serve as his home while camping out and tracking down the largest Giant clan in Europe.

With renting a hotel or getting a taxi likely to be somewhat difficult, David chose a much easier method, disillusioned himself and got Fitz to flame him away from civilisation. His flight to Germany was in a week, so he needed to get started quickly on his task. If he failed to accomplish what he set out to do in that time, he could easily re-schedule, but he would start running out of time for other matters.

It would have been better and far more thorough to simply stalk the Death Eaters as they arrived in the country and deal with them, but David knew that negotiations would take a long time and likely last into July.

While originally Hagrid would have gotten back to Hogwarts from his mission about half-way through the school year, David recalled that it took them about a month of trekking and searching to find the colony. That along with the fact that Maxine was Headmistress of Beauxbatons and that he had heard from the French students that they had the same school schedules, David estimated that the finding of the Giants would take them time, but the convincing of them would be far quicker in comparison.

David was thankful to the students he'd met and become tentative friends with during the last year, for they were a wealth of information regarding the rest of magical Europe and helped his planning of the trip to Belarus.

With the use of the 'Point Me' charm, David's magic directed him north of Minsk, to a mountainous forest where the Giants lived. He flew high above the ground via broom, for trekking through the forest floor was ridiculous when he could simply fly from above and spot the Giants with his advantageous range.

After spotting some Giants down below after searching for a couple days, David discreetly placed a tracking charm on the small group and set up camp safely away from them.

He was somewhat happy with himself, for he knew Maxine and Hagrid had spent a month trekking around in their attempts to find the Giants, but then they were nomadic to an extent and they didn't have a set location thanks to foresight like David did.

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David planned to stalk the Giants and figure out their various names and find the Giant known as Golgamath and well… murder the Giant who would be receptive to the Death Eaters murderous ways.

David just hoped that Golgamath was the worst of the Giants and the Death Eaters who would replace Walden Macnair in coming to Belarus would prove to be less successful than he would have been.

From David's knowledge, he knew that Hagrid and Maxine would prove successful in convincing the Giants to an alliance and not give the Death Eaters a powerful weapon in the years to come.

The gifts of Gubraithian Fire, an everlasting flame and a Goblin Steel helmet would be enough to endear the Gurg, which was the term for Giant Chieftain to their cause.

But the promise of bloodshed and mayhem was enough for Golgamath to turn on his chieftain and kill him, turning the Giants to the Death Eater cause and giving them a powerful weapon of magically resistant Giants to help subdue the country.

So yes, David planned on killing Golgamath in a way that looked like a Giant bashed his head in and hope that would be enough to stop the Death Eater recruitment plan.

He would have liked to stay longer but stalking a group of Giants for over a month was just something David didn't have the time for.

He had Hermione planning on visiting him soon and in July he was going to cure Astoria of the Malediction.

After returning from Germany, he still planned on flaming over every couple days to check on the situation, but his time would be more focused elsewhere. Mel and Greenie could also take over watch duty, but they both and important duties to complete as well.

The magical beasts and glasshouses David had in his home needed constant care, care that he wasn't qualified to give as they were quite difficult to manage and he only a little time to be taught by Greenie. His knowledge and skill were simply insufficient to take over from her for a time.

Mel would be continuing her full-time study of Thieves Downfall, which he was waiting for their second order to be filled while also reading up on Ritual Magic alongside David.

Their dealer wasn't happy about it and had charged an exorbitant price for the powerful potion this time around, but David needed it to screen the hundreds of witches and wizards who were going to be passing into his lands during the year-long war against Voldemort.

He was a busy wizard, buying Magical Creature sanctuary's, bribing ministry officials all over the world to promote the survival of waning magical world, all the while juggling a full-time girlfriend and teaching himself battle magic and a wide range of other spells to survive the years to come.

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The next morning, after finding the small group of Giants in the forest, David followed them on foot to find the rest of the colony.

They spoke a language David didn't know of for there was very little written on the Giants and the language they spoke primarily, but he did hear a couple of them speaking Russian and German occasionally.

Spotting the Chieftain was easy, he was lounging around with a female Giant David suspected to be his wife and ordering around other Giants, making them bring he and his wife food while he just lazed about

While Karkus was easy to find, for while David didn't understand a single word they said, it was clear who was the head honcho around here by his actions, Gologomath was another matter entirely, for quite a lot of the Giants were violent in nature.

To overcome the language barrier, David just listened in to the Giants that seemed to be the most murderous, violent and large in stature. Thankfully, after the third day of spying on them while heavily warded and shielded with spells, David found Gologmath.

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David followed a particular Giant around on his daily routine, witnessing a lot and wishing he hadn't seen most of it, but after several hours David got what he wanted.

The Giant he was following roared the name of what David was assumed was the Giant he was charging at with a giant club in hand.

The other Giant, seeing this, roared back with, "Golgomath!"

Sputtering and diving to the side as the twenty-five feet tall Gologomath swiped at his body with his weapon.

They smacked away at each other for a good several minutes, with David witnessing the dangerous duel between the very large Giants fairly closely.

Eventually, Golgomath dropped his club and pounced on his opponent with a snarl. He got on top of him, his body weight keeping the other Giant down as he pounded into his opponents face with heavy blows.

One of the blows seemed to have pulverised the Giants eye as he howled in pain as Golgomath got up off of him with an evil grin on his face.

He beat his c.h.e.s.t in victory and David got a better locked, confirming the devastation Golgomath had wrought upon him.

Fitz just stuck his head out of David's robes at this and gave him a questioning look that seemed to say, 'Are you crazy?'

David felt a drop of cold sweat drip off his back as he saw the powerful Giant slumber away with his club back in hand and victorious.

Sighing internally, David followed having confirmed his target.

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It was deep into the night and David had drugged Golgomath's food and water with powerful sedatives he'd gotten Mel to brew for him.

He could have done it himself, but he'd come straight to Belarus after school. Mel had given him a worried look as she passed off the potions, but David just smiled and refused to answer her questions.

Gologomath was sleeping out in the open, with a large file smouldering by his feet.

David cast powerful silencing charms and 'notice me not' to turn away any Giant or other creature that wandered by the drugged Giant.

With Fitz in his robes, to flame him away in case everything went wrong, David drew his wand and started gathering as many stones he could into the air above Golgomath's fat head.

While maintaining his hovering charm on the multitude of objects, which was quite draining mentally and magically, David was grateful to the work he'd done in the Chamber of Secrets and began to transfigure the many stones into one homogenous, stone club.

As the club came together high in the air, David felt the drain he'd been feeling previously go away and he could dedicate more of himself to the task before him.

Giants had thick skins and even tougher bones from what he'd read and most of that was proven to him firsthand as he watched them batter away at each other for the past few days.

With that in mind, David lifted the club as high as he could and with a vigorous and swift descent of his wand, brought the monstrous weapon down upon Gologmath's head with an earth-shaking crash.

David felt a literal shockwave at the impact. Stone, dirt and fleshy blood went flying from the epicentre of the collision and if not for the wards David had placed earlier, he knew it would have woken the entire colony instantly.

He immediately felt splotches of thick and gloopy wetness hit his face, which he ignored for there was work to do yet.

The colony might still have woken up from, for David had felt the vibrations in the earth and he had cast no spells to muffle that particular impact from travelling by the wards.

Moving quickly, David cleared the air quickly to confirm his kill.

With the dust flying off into the air with a flick of his wand, David got a good look at the body of a Giant that had a club where its head should have been.

The club had not only pulverised his head, but also quite a lot of his c.h.e.s.t and shoulder thanks to the sheer size of the weapon. It might have been overkill, but it certainly did the job, David thought to himself as he was awed and little sickened by the sight before him.

David mulled it over for a second but decided it would be best to vanish the weapon he'd transfigured, for Hagrid, Maxine and the Death Eaters would easily see the weapon as the work of a Wizard or Witch if they came upon it. The Giants could wonder what had done this and probably forget about it after dealing with Golgomaths body.

After that, David removed the wards he'd cast earlier around himself and the now corpse of Golgomath and urged Fitz, "Buddy. Get us out of here please."

Fitz trilled and nodded its head in acceptance, its tone carrying the sentiment that this was David's first sensible action in the past week.

With a brilliant flash of blue and golden flame, David and Fitz arrived in their tent, safely away from the Giant colony.

David undid his robes and Fitz flew out of them happily.

Looking down at himself, David saw the mix of blood, and dirt covering his clothes and decided it would be best if he did some washing before catching that plane to Germany to track down the wandmaker.

Mel would question him heavily if he handed her his basilisk lined robes that were covered in blood and brain matter.

"Evanesco," David muttered as he used the powerful Vanishing spell to only vanish the foreign matter on his robes, rather than the whole thing as he'd done earlier with the robes.

Looking over his work, David nodded in acceptance and started packing for the next and final part of his trip.

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Thankfully Gregorovitch Zauberstäbe, or in English, Gregotovitch Wands was a well-known Wand store in Germany and with so many of the nation being able to speak English, David found the wandmakers store quite easily.

Knocking, David entered and was immediately greeted by the smell of old paper and fresh wood shavings.

David was curious if Krum's words regarding the retirement of Gregorovitch were true or not. He'd stated that he was sold one of the last wands the wandmaker had created, and going by Krum's age, the wandmaker should have been closed from seven to eight years by now, but here it was, still open.

So that left to the question, was Krum lying? Or was someone else running the famed Wand store?

As David closed the door behind him and the little bell attached to its top chimed, a tall middle-aged man with short black hair and a clean shaven face came out from the back of the store and greeted him in German.

Seeing David's stumped looking, the man smiled and asked, "English?"

David nodded and replied, "Yes… I don't speak any German. Apologies."

"It is fine," the man responded with perfect, but still accented English.

"How can I help you, young man?" the shop worker asked, looking at David curiously.

"I'm here for a wand… Mr?" David explained and asked.

"Gergorovitch, Andrei Gregorovitch," Andrei answered with a very slight bow.

"Yes. Mr Gregorovitch. I'm here for a wand, but," David said, but was cut off by Andrei before he could finish.

"You are here for a wand crafted by Mykew Gregorovitch," Andrei said with a pained smile.

Tilting his head and looking at David intently, he continued, "My father no longer deals with customers, but you can be rest assured that the vast majority of the wands here have been crafted by the most skilled wandmaker in the world."

David raised a brow at that, "Most skilled wandmaker in the world? I certainly hadn't heard of that title."

"Hmm? Then just how did you hear of Gregorovitch Zauberstäbe, young man?" Andrei asked curiously.

"I'm a Hogwarts student… I heard from a friend that Viktor Krum highly praised the wands made by your father at the Weighing of the Wands ceremony for the Triwizard tournament and found… Mr Ollivander's response to the mention of his name worth revealing to me," David lied.

David felt a brush against his mind from Andrei, who was stunned that David had Occlumency shields.

But he overcame his shock and smirked at David, "I see… Mr Ollivander, you say? I hear you British are very fond of him…"

David responded quickly, ignoring the Occlumency attempt, "Yes. We are. But I like to believe I am more open-minded than my fellow countrymen and women and open to new and foreign ideas."

Before Andrei could respond, they were interrupted by the arrival of a gruff looking man with long white hair and a salt and pepper beard.

"Andrei, was dauert so lange? Was ist das für ein Gerede von diesem Narren Ollivander? Holen Sie dem Jungen einen Zauberstab und machen Sie sich wieder an die Arbeit," Mykew Gregotorvitch said in thick German, David only understanding a couple words and noticing the mention of Ollivander.

(Andrei, what's taking so long? What's all this talk of that fool Ollivander? Get the boy a wand and get back to work.)

"Ah, father," Andrei replied, sticking to English.

Mykew rose his brow at his sons continued use of English, but nodded for him to continue, "This young wizard here, Mr?" he started, before turning back to David and asking for his name.

"David Cross, sir," David added to that prompt.

"Yes. Mr Cross here heard about our humble store from young Viktor Krum," Andrei explained.

"Krum eh? And that was enough to come all the way to Germany for a wand? Ollivander's wands are fine. What do you want with one of mine, eh?" Mykew asked.

"Mr Ollivander is certainly a fine wandmaker, but he's always rubbed me the wrong way… and when I heard his reaction to your name, I just had to come to see for myself," David explained, wishing that he could have just gotten a wand by now and left. The constant lies bothering him.

Mykew snorted and stuck out his hand, "Your wand."

David paused at that request, but he very much wanted to see if Gergorovitch wands were any better and cautiously handed over his wand to the old wandmaker.

Mykew looked it over with an expert eye, twirling it in his fingers multiple times, eventually he handed it to his son after he was done with it, who also repeated his father's actions, albeit taking a little longer.

"Dragon Heartstring and Acacia… slight flex, but not overly so," Andrei responded, handing back the wand to David.

"Hungarian Horntail. Good wand," his father further explained, having the ability to pick out the minute details of the core with just a feel of the wand.

David was impressed at that and nodded as he returned it to his holster.

"Yes… but I'm more curious about the type of wood used, father��� Acacia. It is rare, no?" Andrei questioned.

"Yes. Very rare. This will take awhile boy. Take a seat," Mykew ordered as he disappeared into the back of his shop.

David raised a brow in question at that, looking to Andrei for an answer.

Andrei just shrugged and went to join his father in the back.

David just sighed and settled into the lone chair by the entrance, taking in the quaint wand store as he had nothing else to do but wait.