Chapter 1- The Conspiracy
A pale-redhaired man had been pacing up and down his office for hours that morning. The day had seemed to grow darker and darker as it drifted into the late hours. At this time the Minister of Magic was debating on whether to go off into a very important meeting. Whilst continuing his paces the Minister noticed a page of the Daily Prophetopened to a column about himself. The Minister's blood pulse quickened by reading the article, no doubt engaging in the subject towards Muggle threats once again. The Minister abruptly stopped his pacing and seemed thoughtful; to think that years ago their world was conceived into fighting off muggles, instead of the other way around.
While fighting off hard memories he sat at the chair in front of his desk. A letter from his brother laid open, and the eyes of the Minister began to read the letter even though he had gazed upon it many times already.
Dear Percy,
We've noticed another dragon gone missing today. Luckily it wasn't one that was too dangerous, just a Swedish Snortshout. I've gotten in touch with your head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and Edgar Clots has already responded by sending some members of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad to address the situation. I tell you that Mikhael Lerwick is always on top of things when it comes to these muggle situations. Hope you're not stressing yourself too much over there. Send love to the others for me.
Charlie
Percy looked over at the clock, then towards the wall, where a small, dirty oily painting of a froglike man with a silver wig was planted and sleeping . Moments later the door of his office opened.
"Pardon me Minister, but there has been a notice of another muggle attack" said a tall ministry secretary
Percy sighed and stood up from his desk, walking towards the woman. " Who was the victim?" he asked nervously.
"Pieree Bonaccord sir," She said, looking at Percy's astonished yet also conceived face. "Witnesses say they saw him going around normally trying to interact with a troll, when unexpectedly a muggle came and disturbed the poor thing, ending in it crushing Bonaccord." She looked at Percy for a reaction while his face dropped into his hands. Silence accumulated the room for a number of moments. Percy then looked up and directed his eyes towards the paining of the froglike man. Not taking his eyes away for it he addressed Irina to send a message to the British Prime Minister for an urgent meeting.
"Does he not understand what's been happening? That's his kind have been so disrupting ours for the longest time? The position of this man hasn't even been addressed since the last war! I tell you Irina I'm getting too old for this…" Irina nodded and walked to the painting, awakening the man and informing him of its task.
"Whaaa..Whas goin on?" the aroused man said while awaking. "Didn't your mummy ever tell you not to wake someone when they's sleepin!" he shot an annoyed glare towards Irina while she gave him the message. "Been a long time since I've been to my other portrait," he scuffled and got up, "should be interesting". He stood up and began to walk until his image became smaller and smaller, until it was gone.
"Thank you Irina, I shall she you in a bit", Percy assured her. Soon she had sanely walked away from the portrait and out of Percy's office.
Not even 5 minutes after she left the man from the painting had come back, "He's ready for you, and try to get things all settl'd now, I'd rather it be that I wasn't disturbed again." and the man sat down and drifted to sleep.
Percy sighed and felt some feeling of nostalgia towards leaving his office. He grabbed his wand off his desk as well as Charlie's letter, sliding it into his cloak pocket, and disapparated from the office.
Percy had appeared in a dull looking office, not one inch of the place seemed to contain any magical aspects at all. The atmosphere of the empty room seemed to make Percy cautious as he looked around at all the muggle artifacts present in the room. He immediately thought of his father, Arthur Weasley, and his old job at the Ministry as head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office.
Percy walked to the chair in front of the Prime Minister's desk and sat down, waiting for him to arrive. He noticed a wide, thin, rectangular-looking object on the desk, supported by a a larger mechanical box below it. Percy walked up from the chair to the Prime Minister's seat, and observed the long board in front of the rectangular monitor having buttons with letters on it. There also seemed to be a solid figure in the shape of a demented looking spider egg, which was labeled "mouse".
This isn't a mouse!Percy thought, What on earth is this contraption?
Next to the monitor there was an envelope labeled, "Top Secret" with the letters M.M.C labeled on it. Percy stared at it for a long moment, Well I am the Minister of Magic, I should have the right….
He picked up the large envelop and began to open it. He pulled out the paper in front and there in big letters was the title,
M.M.C.
(Muggle Magic Control)
Percy stared at those words for what seemed like an hour, and before he could read on, the door to the office opened, revealing Prime Minister Henry Juifeins in its doorway.
"I was beginning to wonder when you would show up," he said sharply. Percy had quickly closed the envelope right as he arrived, and pretended like he was looking at the bookshelf. "It would seem that the current situation erupting between our worlds has finally reached a level where I have been honored to behold a meeting with the Minister of magic himself." The Prime Minister walked passed Percy without catching his eye, and sat down at his desk.
Percy hesitated, "Well...yes the situation has gotten severely out of hand Prime Minister." He walked to his desk and sat in the chair in front of him.
The Prime Minister looked utterly bored, yet anxious. "Oh yes I can see that but it is not our fault your kind have brought upon your own demise. You have been graciously been given these powers, powers only we can dream of, a few accidents are nothing to get worked up about. Remember years ago Minister, remember when your lot tried to get rid of us all." He said plainly.
"I understand that Prime Minister, but our world has been steady for a long time, up until a few decades ago when muggles-sorry your kind– had threatened us." He argued.
The Prime minister looked Percy right in the eye and said, "Are you accusing me of revealing magic to people?" he challenged.
Percy never broke eye contact, his temper began to rise. "Then tell me how your lot keep disrupting our peaceful way of life!" he said loudly
The room had gone silent for a number of moments; Percy was tired of waiting for a response.
"Hasn't anyone around here told you how hard it has been for us to get to this point in our lives? " he had stood from the chair now, feeling utterly furious, especially since the Prime Minister hadn't shaken off that dimwitted smile off his face since the moment he'd arrived. The Prime Minister merely smirked at Percy's actions. This made Percy's temper rise even higher.
"What in the bloody hell are you smirking at?" he glared into his eyes, who apparently had fallen to the giant envelope labeled M.M.C below him, having his previous expression go from smirking, to inherited thought. Percy noticed his wandering eyes and continued. "You call yourself a Prime Minster?," he began challenge, "More like a Crime Minister!".
The prime Minister's head snapped up, and before Percy knew what he was doing his drew his wand out and attempted to stun Juifiens….
"Petrificus Totalus!" immediately Percy had been frozen and his body fell to the floor. His mind was still able to work that the Prime Minister had not been the one to freeze him, but a tall lean man, wearing solid black cloak, and with dirty-blond hair and bright scolding blue eyes had instead.
"Sorry I didn't get here sooner Henry," the strange man walked over Percy's body towards the Prime Minister, "At last we've taken hold of the Minister of Magic." He gave a wicked smile as did Juifiens. Both looked down at Percy's body with a look of pride and accomplishment.
Percy was stuck, how could he let this happen? Muggle Magic Control…he put the pieces together. He knew that right now if he were able to, he'd become paranoid and possibly shed a tear.
"He looked through the envelope," Jufiens said sharply. The tall wizard glared down at Percy and then smirked, shaking his head.
"Oh no no this won't simply work." He said as he bent down over Percy.
"What do you plan on doing with him?" Juifiens asked.
"Let's see how well you've practiced Henry," and the man gave his wand to the Prime Minister.
Henry Juifiens smiled widely and looked down at Percy, who in his mind was screaming and terrified, his worst fear confirmed.
The Muggle Prime Minister had raised the wizard's wand at Percy and mumbled the words 'Avada Kedavra' under his breath.
And with an inner tussle and a blinding flash of green light the Prime Minister had left Percy dead on his floor.
Henry gave the wizard back his wand with gratitude.
"Finally," the wizard said, and while dragging Percy's body the two men walked out of the room.
