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Chapter 4

The table was absolutely silent. No one could believe the news. Mr. Weasley pounded the table with his fist and sent his meal flying. Mrs. Weasley quickly cleaned it up with a flick of her wand. Harry could not eat anymore, he was too angry. How could an ex-death eater become Minister of Magic?

"I don't know this Lucius Malfoy character, but, if you ask me," said Mr. Granger, "this whole government sounds mighty similar to communism."

Hermione slapped herself so hard on the forehead that Ron jumped.

"Communism! I should've known! I knew Professor Burbage mentioned it somewhere. Communism is a form of government, where theoretically, no social classes exist. But it never works, because humans aren't perfect. The government officials always are corrupt and embezzle tons of money that's supposed to be divided among all. It's supposed to be a utopian society, but the leaders always grow fat on stolen money! The leaders usually deceive the people by moving them to government sponsored communes."

"Of course, that's why Mrs. Tonks left, she went to a commune!" interrupted Harry. "That's also why Lucius Malfoy looked so happy!"

"But what can we do?" asked Ginny, "If everyone is behind a government, there's no way to overthrow it without incurring the wrath of the population.

"We'll have to show them the truth. They can't be really treating the centaurs and house-elves well; Malfoy still has the prejudice against any other creature," answered Hermione. "Communists are always paranoid of opposition, so Malfoy will probably have an army, or incredibly high barriers around the Ministry."

"We can't let them get anymore power than they already have, if we wait too much longer, they'll have everyone rounded up and sent off to communes," said Harry.

"What can we do, mate?" questioned Ron.

"In college, in my political science class, we learned that many communist regimes fall when the people turn against them, like my daughter said, but the government usually incarcerates or bribes the rebels ," added Mr. Granger. "It looks like all we need is proof of the corruption."

They all thought of many ways they could expose Malfoy, but none of them seemed plausible or possible. They spent long hours racking their brains, but it was all in vain. Finally it was time to go to bed. Harry and Ron dejectedly trudged up the stairs to the attic, while Ginny and Hermione left to their room. Harry was so frustrated with himself for not seeing anyway to expose the government, that while Ron's snore's reverberated in the small room, Harry thought even harder and stayed up until the wee hours of the morning.

When the red dawn came Harry finally was asleep. The red light slowly crept up the Burrow and into Ron's room. The red light combined with the orange color of the room made it seem like the boys were sleeping in a furnace with flames dancing around them. Ron awoke, groaned, and went back to sleep, but Harry did not stir.

Harry finally awoke later that morning, where he was still frustrated about not being able to figure out how to condemn Malfoy. Harry walked down to breakfast, followed by Ron. Breakfast was a subdued affair. Mr. Weasley insisted on listening to the radio, in case anything useful could be scavenged from the lies. Harry had to leave the room after fifteen minutes of Lucius Malfoy's dry, drawling voice, praising the nobility of Britons and how he was going to change England for the better. Mrs. Weasley finally made Mr. Weasley take the radio up to their room if he wanted to listen.

That week passed slowly and tortuously, everyone slinging crazier and crazier ideas at each other (figuratively.) Harry spent his days with the Weasleys and the Grangers at the Burrow, and his nights at Grimmauld Place with Kreacher as company. He had originally inquired if Kreacher knew anything about the Malfoys, but Kreacher knew very little, since he had never served under them.

One evening at the Burrow, after work, Mr. Weasley reported that Lucius Malfoy was requiring more and more service at the communes, which Malfoy referred to as Service Stations to the Noble Republic of England. Mrs. Tonks had still not returned, even though it had been over a week. He had received no contact and was starting to worry.

A few minutes after Mr. Weasley finished speaking, the door flew open, revealing a red-faced Percy. He was in a state of rage that even surpassed his mother's.

"He's fired me!" Percy yelled while his face turned an even deeper red. "Our NOBLE, MR. MALFOY said that records were useless and don't need to be kept anymore! And even more, I overheard Malfoy telling one of his cronies that he was trying to convince the Wizengamot to destroy the Library of Records. All my work that I've ever done is in that building! Reports on cauldron-width, broomstick length, and countless hours of work destroyed!"

But he was interrupted by the radio, which Mr. Weasley had stealthily increased the volume of. It was the voice of Lucius Malfoy that could be heard. 'In addition, for the general safety of our people, we have seized the subversive Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, we find this business unnecessary and dangerous to the general populace.

Suddenly, there was a loud crack, as George Weasley apparated into the kitchen directly onto the table.

"Sorry bout that mum," said George. "Had to fight off a couple aurors, but I stunned Dawlish and escaped."

"Thank goodness!" cried Mrs. Weasley, "I couldn't stand loosing both of you," as she embraced him.

"Mum, calm down," said George, slightly embarrassed, "I'm okay."

"The Library of Records, that's it!" yelled Harry "Why do you think Malfoy wants to destroy the records? They're automatically kept, financial records included. If we can get a hold of those records before he has them destroyed, we can expose the corruption to everyone!"

"Blimey, Harry, how are we gonna do that?" exclaimed Ron.

Harry hadn't felt more excitement since he had figured out the complicated riddle of the Elder Wand.

"Well, we'll plan won't we?" fiercely interjected Ginny, "I want to be part of the action this time and you can't stop me Mum, I'm of age now."

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth to object, but thought better of it.

"This can't be worse than Voldemort, so I guess we'll let Ginerva try," said Mr. Weasley to his wife.

"It's Ginny," said Ginny

"We'll have to do it tomorrow," interrupted Percy, "Malfoy was talking about immediate action."

"Molly, summon the remaining Order of the Phoenix, we're not many, but we'll be able to help," offered Mr. Weasley.

"I'll summon the DA," added Hermione. "A few of them should know to try the Burrow."

Much of that night was spent planning and going over tiny details in their plan. Members of the Order of the Phoenix started arriving along with Neville, Luna, and Dean Thomas. Harry and the others slept in shifts, so as not to be tired.

In the morning, the plan seemed streamlined and perfect. Harry felt as though nothing could go wrong. It felt much different from when he, Ron, Hermione, and Griphook had tried to break into a Gringotts vault.

The Order parted from Harry and his friends. The Order was going to set up a diversion at Malfoy Manor, where Lucius was reported to be, taking a break from the stresses of being Minister of Magic. Harry inhaled deeply, and disapparated.