Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all other things associated is the property of JK Rowling.
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Cornelius Fudge paced up and down his office, he was to put it lightly frustrated. On his desk lay a piece of parchment, flattened – it had obviously been read many times. It was this piece of parchment that caused his frustration. Well to put it truthfully it was the subject of this the parchment. It was a letter, about Potter. Harry bleeding Potter. He had been the catalyst for many a temper tantrum for the last two years. It was all because of Potter that he was no longer Minister for Magic. It was all because of Potter that he was a lowly advisor to Scrimgeour. He was foolish enough not have believed him about You-Know-Who's return. Fudge though was too conceited to admit he had been foolish and would now say, if asked that he did it all in order to spare the public from panic. Fudge was brought out of his thoughts by a knock at the door.
"Yes, yes come in", he called.
The door opened to reveal the pudgy face of one Dolores Umbridge.
"You asked to see me Fudgey..?" Umbridge cooed, the expression on her face changed however when she saw the expression on Fudges.
"Dolores take a look at the letter on my desk, what should I do with this information? I'm just brimming with ideas but...well take a look for yourself." Fudge gushed.
Dolores made her way over to the desk and picked up the letter;
To Fudge,
I am writing to you as I feel you are the best man to deal with the information contained in this letter, after all you have been the best Minister for years. The information pertains to a certain Boy-Who-Lived. I have recently come into the knowledge that he and You-Know-Who share a connection, through Potter's scar. They are able to communicate through it; Potter often has visions of sorts to do with the Dark Lords plans. I believe if this information is used correctly and we work with Potter we could bring about the fall of the You-Know-Who. I myself have spoken to someone knowledgeable on these sorts of things and he has a theory. Should you wish to utilize this information and to take your rightful place as the head of wizarding Britain I would advise you contact Ernst Croaker, an unspeakable who has the theory I speak of. I only want what is best for the Wizarding World.
Yours most humbly,
Lucius Malfoy
Umbridge set the letter down softly and stared off into space. Could Potter really hold the key to the Dark Lord's destruction?
"Well...I understand why you are confused about...this information now" She said, slowly
"What would you advise I do, Dolly" Fudge asked using his pet name for her.
"I think we need to speak to Croaker, and find out about his plan – we trust Lucius don't we? He was very charitable to you during your time in charge wasn't he?"
"Yes he was, a friend of his is a friend of ours" Fudge said, not realizing that he had, indirectly, called Voldemort and many death eaters friend.
Dolores continued, "Then if we like his plan we pitch it to the Minister, though we will cross that bridge when we come to it, whatever the case I have a nice feeling we have the opportunity for revenge upon Potter"
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Ernst Croaker, walked along the corridors of the Ministry for Magic with a sense of purpose, and his head held high. The first stage of his master's plan was working – only Fudge could be so stupid and go along with it, well at least without a need for an imperius curse. Not like that mudblood lover Scrimgeour, he was under the control of the Death Eaters. Rubbing his arm, where his dark mark was burned into him, h thought about the next stage of the plan. He remembered what his master had told him.
"Ah...Croaker, excellent." Voldemort hissed as Ernst came forward and knelt before him.
"Welcome to my inner circle, you however have been called here not because of your status amongst the Death Eaters, no far from it" Voldemort continued
"It is your status in the ministry that I am concerned about. You are an unspeakable, correct?" Voldemort asked
"Yes, my Lord" Ernst said from beneath his mask.
"Well this is my plan to kill Potter; Lucius has written a letter to the buffoon Fudge, telling him of the connection between me and the brat. Your role Croaker is to convince Fudge that in order to destroy me" Voldemort smirked at this, "He must kill Potter;"
"Essentially you must make him believe that if the brat dies the connection means I will also die"
Ernst was amazed and voiced his amazement "Ingenious my Lord, I would be honoured to carry out your plan".
"It is ingenious, isn't it? Leave us Croaker."
Ernst turned to leave and just as he was leaving he heard his master speak,
"Oh and Croaker, never turn your back on me. Crucio."
Ernst cringed at the memory. By now he had reached the door marked 'Senior Advisor'. He knocked, and smiled to himself. With the crackpot Dumbledore dead, no one could disprove the fake theory of his Masters.
Harry Potter's days were numbered.
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AN: This is my first ever fic, so please excuse the lack of quality is there is any. This fic is going to be short, just inside or outside the boundaries of one-shot I hope. Please, please, please Review and I can only thank you for at least reading this far. – Indie - Mod
