Double Crossing
Prologue: Beginnings
It has begun.
Arthur Weasley, the new Minister of Magic, leaned back against his chair. He slowly rubbed his temples, willing for the oncoming headache to turn around and go away. It was getting worse as days continued. More people were disappearing or being killed. Arthur constantly worried about his family. The Weasley clan, being so large, was hard to keep under control. At the moment, Bill and Charlie were back in England. Bill was still working for Gringott's, but Charlie was working in the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creature. Fred and George were in America, working on business for the Ministry of Magic. They had started their joke shop, but because of the dark side creeping over, they decided to join the Ministry. Percy was working in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Ron, who had just graduated out of Auror School, was working with the Twins, but he stayed in England. Ginny was in her last year of Auror School.
Arthur stood up, walking around the room until finally stopping to gaze out the large window in his office. He recalled to the time when Voldemort had started gaining power. All the way, back in 1995 Albus Dumbledore had first gathered the broken order, and started running it again. Arthur, as well as all of his children was now part of it. Cornelius Fudge had refused to believe that the nightmare was back. Arthur remembered the powerful persuasion that Albus Dumbledore had directed towards Cornelius. But in the end, it didn't matter. Fudge had resigned a month later, and Arthur Weasley had been immediately directed into the spot.
And now, 10 years later, the results were showing. Because Dumbledore had taken action early on, the Light side seemed to have been regaining power. But Voldemort had learned from his mistakes, and in turn, he used them to his benefits. The death eaters were as ruthless as ever. Terror swept through the entire world. It was like the first reign of Voldemort. The Muggle world was having their trouble, with threats of nuklear war or something like that. Arthur wasn't sure what it was. Death eaters were getting ruthless, going into the muggle world, and torturing them too. The muggles blamed it on some other group.
Arthur sighed heavily, walking back to his desk. Dropping down onto his chair, he cradled his head in his hands.
What is this world coming to?