The weather was very harsh. The wind was howling very loud. Nothing in the distance seemed calm. A tree had been pulled from the ground by this intense wind. The only thing that seemed unaffected was a large house in the distance. One light was on, which was noticeable for miles. The house was filthy and covered in dust, cobwebs, and was beyond cleaning, so it seemed as if the owners didn't even bother to try.
Inside the bright room, a man sat in a large leather chair. It seemed to dignify his importance. Two men were sitting in smaller chairs. The first was rather short, about five feet tall. He had long hair, as dark as his black eyes. He wore a fine grey suit, and held tightly in his hand was long wand. He facial features showed him to be middle-aged, around forty or so.
The other man was much taller, more than six feet. His eyes were bright blue, and he wore natural, everyday clothes. His hair was short, and his face made him seem young, perhaps under thirty years old. Across his face though, was a thin scar, stretching from the top of his right eye down to lower left part of his chin.
The man in the chair did not face them. He continued looking at his fireplace. The sound of him cracking his knuckles echoed throughout the room. Without turning around, he spoke.
"Where is at the moment?" His voice was of that of a king. He spoke as if everything he said was a command.
"He is on his way to Ireland. A new wizarding school is being added there. I spoke with him about it earlier today." The shorter wizard said.
"Are you sure?"
"I am positive. I though he would have been better at Occlumency. According to his thoughts, he trusts me more than his own advisors."
"Very good, that's what we need. Now Paul, how is security there."
"I visited Ireland and there aren't many Ministry advisors or Aurors. It seems as though Potter thinks this won't need much security." The tall man said.
"Excellent. His arrogance will be the Minister's downfall. Now, you, come here."
A man who was standing in the corner the whole time came out of the shadows. He was covered in black cloaks. No physical feature could be told about him except his height, where he was a tad shorted than Paul.
The man in the leather chair turned around. He was the same heights as the man in the cloak. He wore a black suit. His hair was long and combed back. His big brown eyes and his youngness of age, for he looked no more than 40, gave him a sense of harmlessness.
"You know what do. Paul and Baldrick did their part. Now it's time to do yours. Go to Ireland, complete your mission, and come back here immediately after you finish. Do you understand?"
The man in the cloak nodded and left without a word.
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A day after leaving, the black cloaked man reached Ireland. The night was dark but the lights around the school had to be visible from the other side of Ireland. Fireworks went up into the sky and cheers were heard from every corner. There was a large podium which the minister went onto. The cloaked man hid behind a rather large tree as he spoke.
"Welcome everybody to this historic day. As the new Minister for Magic it gives me great pleasure to announce the opening of a new Wizarding school here in Ireland. Here to give some kind words is Cian Blair, your headmaster!"
They giant crowd gave a thunderous applause. They continued cheering as Cian took the podium. He had an average height. He was covered in Irish green. His eyes were green and his hair held a tad bit of green. He look no older than fifty but no younger than forty. His facial expressions made him seem as if he was always happy.
"First I would like to say thank you to Minister Monty for providing us Irish with this brand new school."
The crowd gave a thunderous applause. Cian gave a short bow to Monty. Monty was young for the most important position in the Wizarding World. He was about forty. He facial features made him seem younger. His blue eyes gave everyone the sense of his kindness. His short blonde hair stood out in the audience, for everyone had black hair. He was also covered in green for the special occasion.
"Once again, I'd like to thank everyone for coming to this fine and glorious day in Irish history. Being the fifth Wizarding School on this planet gives me a sense of pride for our people. Now, enough diddle-daddle, let's get on with the opening of our new school."
The black cloaked man came out from behind the tree as people started to stand up. He pointed his wand straight at the Minister's head. With two words, there was a flash of green light and chaos began.
The black cloaked man fled before people noticed the Minister was dead. He left and never looked back at what he did. Cian grabbed the Minister's body as he fell, and he noticed his skin was pale. He knew what had happened.
"WHO DID THIS?!" Cian yelled.
People did nothing. Nobody moved. Cian inspected each of the hundreds of people there. Not one had done it. He knew none did.
Cian then noticed a little bump by a tree. He saw a little piece of black cloth.
"All of you people return to your homes immediately. I will be back, but not after I visit the Ministry."
With those words he was off with the Ministers dead body.
A/N: First chapter is done. I hope I can make this into a long, popular story. Please leave a review. ;)