A/N: All characters are the property of J.K.Rowling, whose genius no words can describe.
"Ah, Mr.Fudge," exclaimed Lucious Malfoy, his oily voice slicing the air with bitterness,"How are things doing at the Ministry lately?", though he knew the answer quite well himself.
Cornelius Fudge looked up from a teetering pile of paperwork. His eyes were red and swollen with fatigue and his pinstriped robes were as wrinkled as his face,"Horrible, Lucious, horrible. This business with the Dark Lord is quite tiring. All summer the Dark Mark has been showing up. People don't know what to do. I don't know what to do."
"Yes, what a shame. No murders have occured, have they?" Lucious's voice had a tone of great amusement, so subtle Fudge didn't hear it.
"Not in the wizarding world, at least. If you want to know about Muggle murders go to Dumbledore. Now, please tell me what you want to see me about, Lucious, I've alot of people to talk to."
"Its about the Dementors," Lucious replyed shortly, a grin sneaking across his face.
"Oh, no not them!! All kinds of bloody fools have been bothering us with that business. They seem to think the Dark Lord's going to hire them to torture people," the Minister of Magic had waved his wand and arranged the papers into smaller, more numerous piles. He was now looking at a long list.
"They're right, you know."
Cornelius dropped the list in surprise. He gathered the paper again and shook mhimself,"I've no time for nonsense. Please leave."
"But I can't, dear Mr.Fudge,"Lucious stood,"My master, Lord Voldemort, has set out a mission for me. Which I will fufill." He pulled back the sleeve of his black robes, revealing a blood-red etching of the Dark Mark.
Fudge gasped, "Lucious, I've no time for jokes. Now stop this immediatly before I have you arrested!"
"Ah, but this is no joke. My master has called and I have answered," Lucious drawled. His wand was now pointing at Fudge's chest.
Shaking furiously, Fudge began to yell, "Guards! Guards! Take him now! Take him now!"
A Dementor floated in the door. "Take him away, so we can arrest him!"
But, instead of going for Lucious Malfoy, who stood there with a most evil expression on his face, the Dementor glided up to Cornelius Fudge, and slowly pulled back its hood...
Aha! My first cliffhanger! R/R, and I might continue...
"Ah, Mr.Fudge," exclaimed Lucious Malfoy, his oily voice slicing the air with bitterness,"How are things doing at the Ministry lately?", though he knew the answer quite well himself.
Cornelius Fudge looked up from a teetering pile of paperwork. His eyes were red and swollen with fatigue and his pinstriped robes were as wrinkled as his face,"Horrible, Lucious, horrible. This business with the Dark Lord is quite tiring. All summer the Dark Mark has been showing up. People don't know what to do. I don't know what to do."
"Yes, what a shame. No murders have occured, have they?" Lucious's voice had a tone of great amusement, so subtle Fudge didn't hear it.
"Not in the wizarding world, at least. If you want to know about Muggle murders go to Dumbledore. Now, please tell me what you want to see me about, Lucious, I've alot of people to talk to."
"Its about the Dementors," Lucious replyed shortly, a grin sneaking across his face.
"Oh, no not them!! All kinds of bloody fools have been bothering us with that business. They seem to think the Dark Lord's going to hire them to torture people," the Minister of Magic had waved his wand and arranged the papers into smaller, more numerous piles. He was now looking at a long list.
"They're right, you know."
Cornelius dropped the list in surprise. He gathered the paper again and shook mhimself,"I've no time for nonsense. Please leave."
"But I can't, dear Mr.Fudge,"Lucious stood,"My master, Lord Voldemort, has set out a mission for me. Which I will fufill." He pulled back the sleeve of his black robes, revealing a blood-red etching of the Dark Mark.
Fudge gasped, "Lucious, I've no time for jokes. Now stop this immediatly before I have you arrested!"
"Ah, but this is no joke. My master has called and I have answered," Lucious drawled. His wand was now pointing at Fudge's chest.
Shaking furiously, Fudge began to yell, "Guards! Guards! Take him now! Take him now!"
A Dementor floated in the door. "Take him away, so we can arrest him!"
But, instead of going for Lucious Malfoy, who stood there with a most evil expression on his face, the Dementor glided up to Cornelius Fudge, and slowly pulled back its hood...
Aha! My first cliffhanger! R/R, and I might continue...