From Riches to Rags
Prologue
§Alright Weasley, you can have the permit, but you must promise to hand over any Dark Magic artifacts you may find, though I doubt that you will find any. You may bring two Ministry of Magic officials with you, but do not hurt any of the family in any way.¡¨
It was in the dead of night, the sky clear, with many stars out and the moon shining benevolently upon everything. In a clearing near the Malfoy Mansion, three figures silently appeared. They moved swiftly and silently through the night. The moon gleamed for a second on a flash of red hair.
" Alohomara" A voice whispered. The lock clicked and the door opened silently on well-oiled hinges. They crept through the house into the drawing room. On the way, there was a sudden movement near the window and the figures stopped abruptly their pulses racing, but it was only the wind.
In the drawing room Mr. Weasley felt around the floor for a while until his fingers found a groove. He pulled and it opened into another room. He gestured towards another dark figure, "Get some pictures before they come back.¨ he whispered.
The Malfoy family had left for a convention. This had given Mr. Weasley and Co. ample chance to investigate the Malfoys. They didn¡¦t know when the Malfoys were coming back so they did their work as quickly as possible. They had known how to get in without being detected with the help of Winky and Veritaserum. (A/n: is that how you spell it?) Mr. Weasley had known about the secret chamber because (duh) his son had told him about it. There was a series of bright flashes and a whirring sound (the camera) and then they crept back to safety.
The Next Day¡K Mr. Weasley paced nervously in the darkroom. He wondered, ¡¥shouldn¡¦t the pictures be developed already?¡¦ His hair was an absolute mess from it being combed through with his fingers so many times. This was his chance to prove that the Malfoys were in league with You-Know-Who, once and for all. He was fairly certain that the pictures would show many magical items that had been confiscated and then had mysteriously disappeared.
It was finished. Flipping through the photos, he silently cursed the photographer: most of the things were too much in shadow to tell what it was. Picking out a picture, he smiled with grim satisfaction then walked out of the room, searching for an Auror. The picture depicted an innocent looking pendant, with a blood red stone set in a circle of gold chains. Arthur knew what this was; Blood of Innocents. Basically you give it to someone and when they put it on, it sucks their life force on. You get it back, you get their life force.
Simple, and definitely related to the Dark Arts.
Please review, that little button down there isn¡¦t just for decoration, you know.
Prologue
§Alright Weasley, you can have the permit, but you must promise to hand over any Dark Magic artifacts you may find, though I doubt that you will find any. You may bring two Ministry of Magic officials with you, but do not hurt any of the family in any way.¡¨
It was in the dead of night, the sky clear, with many stars out and the moon shining benevolently upon everything. In a clearing near the Malfoy Mansion, three figures silently appeared. They moved swiftly and silently through the night. The moon gleamed for a second on a flash of red hair.
" Alohomara" A voice whispered. The lock clicked and the door opened silently on well-oiled hinges. They crept through the house into the drawing room. On the way, there was a sudden movement near the window and the figures stopped abruptly their pulses racing, but it was only the wind.
In the drawing room Mr. Weasley felt around the floor for a while until his fingers found a groove. He pulled and it opened into another room. He gestured towards another dark figure, "Get some pictures before they come back.¨ he whispered.
The Malfoy family had left for a convention. This had given Mr. Weasley and Co. ample chance to investigate the Malfoys. They didn¡¦t know when the Malfoys were coming back so they did their work as quickly as possible. They had known how to get in without being detected with the help of Winky and Veritaserum. (A/n: is that how you spell it?) Mr. Weasley had known about the secret chamber because (duh) his son had told him about it. There was a series of bright flashes and a whirring sound (the camera) and then they crept back to safety.
The Next Day¡K Mr. Weasley paced nervously in the darkroom. He wondered, ¡¥shouldn¡¦t the pictures be developed already?¡¦ His hair was an absolute mess from it being combed through with his fingers so many times. This was his chance to prove that the Malfoys were in league with You-Know-Who, once and for all. He was fairly certain that the pictures would show many magical items that had been confiscated and then had mysteriously disappeared.
It was finished. Flipping through the photos, he silently cursed the photographer: most of the things were too much in shadow to tell what it was. Picking out a picture, he smiled with grim satisfaction then walked out of the room, searching for an Auror. The picture depicted an innocent looking pendant, with a blood red stone set in a circle of gold chains. Arthur knew what this was; Blood of Innocents. Basically you give it to someone and when they put it on, it sucks their life force on. You get it back, you get their life force.
Simple, and definitely related to the Dark Arts.
Please review, that little button down there isn¡¦t just for decoration, you know.
