Chapter Six: Corruption
All characters belong to JK Rowling. I just have a hard time letting them go.
" Ms. Weasley?"
She had hexed him. Damn it if she hadn't hexed the breath right out of him.
" Ms. Weasley?"
He had deserved it though. He was lucky that was the only spell she could think of at that moment. Bloody egotistical, smart mouthed, jack ass...
" Rose!"
A pair of very heavy lidded eyes shot open to find her receptionist standing in the doorway, squat against a load of files and papers and the jam that Rose herself had inflicted upon the large framed door in an attempt to keep herself alone and imprisoned for the duration of the day.
" Oh Jillian!"
She jumped to her feet, knocking over more than her share of work that had been piling up over the last few weeks and made it to the very fragile looking woman before the dangerous looking workload in her arms swallowed the tiny thing whole.
Jillian, a timid looking witch with the voice of a mouse and the features of a porcelin doll struggled to empty some of the weight into Rose's welcoming arms.
" Thank you Ms. Weasley. Records just dropped this off not a moment ago and I knew you were expecting them so I rushed them right down to you without even taking into consideration the fact that I'm sure all this weighs more than me."
Rose grinned as she hiked the papers onto her hip. Jillian followed her with the remaining files to the large cherry wood desk sitting in the middle of the bright, but somewhat disoriented office. One eyebrow peeked in a curiosity that the receptionist rarely ever showed on her perfect oval face.
" Busy?"
" Always." Rose glanced about the four walls that had been her own for not even a full year yet. " I guess it shows."
Jillian smiled, swiping a hand through her perfect curls of ash blond hair. " You work too hard Ms. Weasley. I can clean up a little for you if you would like?"
" Please stop calling me Ms. Weasley Jillian. Call me Rose. I swear it makes me feel like my mother..." She thought on that for a moment and smiled lightly at her receptionist who had went about collecting odd papers that were strewn about the floor. " More like my grandmother actually."
" Sorry Ms....Rose."
" And you don't need to help me clean up the mess that I'm living in. That's not your job." Rose slowly pryed her work from Jillians busy hands.
" I suppose not." Jillian let her hands become free of her boss's work, but frowned when she noticed the look of exhaustion on the womans face. " But if I can help in anyway..."
" I'm really fine." Rose noted that she had at least spoken those same words at least a million times since the fiasco that had happened the night before. " And besides the mess will give me something else to focus on aside from all the work sitting on my desk already."
Jillian shook her head, throwing the piles of folders dangerously stacked beside them. " Cole from records, filled me in on what he was delivering to me to deliver to you. It doesnt look like anyone is going to be getting a break from what is presently going on upstairs anytime soon."
" Hows that?" Rose immediatley reached for the first folder she could reach, flipping it open in her hands and letting her eyes skim the contents of the first page.
" The muggle coalation for supernatural and epic phenomenon are into meetings now with the Minister and the rest of the higher ups, which you knew about anywhow." A spark of excitement flashed in a set of deep brown eyes. " Apparently the ministry is in talks to take part in the testings that have been being conducted on the children who are born into non magic families."
" But they already did a study on this years ago." She remembered being in college and sitting in on lectures and debates when it came to what was now a very sore spot between the muggle world and her own. " Why are they rehashing it now?"
More excitement plowed across what was usually such a careful face. " Apparently there has been some incidents inside the muggle community over the years."
Rose glanced about the file she held in her hands. It only outlined the meetings and the areas that the minister and the C.S.E.P were presently in talks about. She shut the folder and quickly reached for another one.
" What kind of incidents?"
" I'm not sure." Jillian scowled at that. " But it seems to be serious. Something about a drop in children and attendance at Hogwarts over the last ten years. Cole overheard Mr. Randolph and the Minister speaking about a cause for concern...something about magic is not to be played with in such a manner."
" So why do they want to do testings on the children? For as long as I can remember there has always been magic that was born of non magic. My mothers parents were non magic. There's always been more than a good percentage of students with muggle parents. Some of the best and brightest are in that category." Rose studied the paper before her again. " There always will be."
Jillian shrugged her shoulders again. " Now that I'm really not sure about. I'm willing to bet it's in one of those thousands of files you have there."
Rose made a noise close to a grunt, her eyes draining the page before her of all the information her brain could absorb. Jillian took this as her cue to leave.
" Do you need anything Rose? Something to eat? Coffee?"
" No, no." Rose waved the woman off, looking up to smile lightly. " Really. It's late anyway. Go home already."
" Are you sure? I could stay and help you sift through the mess that has taken over your desk."
Rose laughed lightly, cocking her finger toward her door. " Go Jillian, now. That's an order."
Jillian smiled and shook her head before closing the door on the woman seemingly pouring over the words in her hands. " You're the boss."
After an hour Rose was wishing she had taken up the offer for a larger than normal coffee. The idea of food however only made her stomach spin in rejection. The folders and files held nothing but example after example of family trees and lines that lead up to one child with magical means, while the parents and parents before them held nothing out of the normal.
She was skimming through paragraph after paragraph before she came across what she was looking for. It was an incident report, much like the reports that were filled out by records when a child was born from non magic parents. It followed their progress over the years, taking note of anything that the child may have caused to happen without his or her control. Most importantly it took great caution and care as to how the parents of the child in question handled the abnormalty that they of course would see it as.
Elle Marie Loveless
Age of incident: 8 Present Age: 15
Parents: Thomas Loveless and Nadine Loveless (Muggles)
After an outiside study was conducted on the child it has come to light that she is of magic decent. Both parents as well as the lineage that predeceases them both, the ministry of magic and it's branch has come to conclusion that there is no magic within the Loveless line.
The child has shown a great ability at a young age. Levitation of herself as well as objects about her has been the childs forte. She has also shown a greater ability with apparation, at such a young age, this is cause for concern.
A trip to a local muggle market with the childs mother, had the young girl dissapearing into thin air before her panic stricken parent and dumbfounded onlookers who immediatley felt it necessary to contact the muggle authorities upon the apparation.
Our force from the Ministry was already on scene at this time and managed to find the child, not three aisles away from her screaming mother, in the dairy aisle. The child was bewildered of course, but other than shaken, was physically fine.
The incident however did not relieve the tensions that both Mr and Mrs. Loveless must have been feeling for quite sometime leading up to this day. Upon retreival of their child, she was promptly taken to the local hospital, where doctors of both the mind and body were ordered to do extensive testing on the child. Of course finding nothing, they were than themselves ordered away from the hospital and even offered a handful of testing for the parents in question.
After another barrage of uncontrolled magic by the young witch, the parents seemingly at their very wits end, did their own study to find a doctor that we now have all come to know as Samuel Michael Grant. Mr. Grant or Doctor Grant as he is known in the muggle commmunity is of the understanding that the it is a gene or a chromosone within the child and many like her that has caused such "abnomalities" to show itself.
At this time we are unsure of his methods, but as it is to this day Elle Marie is not a student at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry and never was. The list does not end with this child either. After what can only be seen as a blessing to the parents of Ms. Elle Marie, news of his diagnosis and "cure" spread throughout muggle London as well as the muggle world, and parents of non magic decent with magical children who were stricken with fear and no understanding when it came to their childs abilities, came to Doctor Grant for a help that the ministry itself has no comprehention of.
The list of children dating from the year 2000 to the present day are not in attendance at Hogwarts or ever have been. They had shown extreme ability with magic prior to their visit with Doctor Grant. Presently, they show known.
Rose let her eyes travel along the lists of names. She turned the page only to find more names. The third page revealed more. After the forth page, her heart sank.
There was hundreds, maybe thousands of names before her. Children who were no longer magic but who had been at one time.
It was unbelievable. Had this gone unnoticed only until recently?
She dropped the work she was pouring over, and tripping over her own feet made it back to her desk where she unearthed her laptop. The screen shot to life immmediatley, all too happy to feel the electricity surging through itself after what seemed like years of hybernation.
Her eyes caught her message box blinking away but she ignored it, just as she had ignored all of Bree's calls that day.
When the search engine popped up she typed in this infamous doctors name, pressed enter and waited.
The name came to life on her screen and she clicked the first thread on the page.
Doctor Samuel Michael Grant graduated from a private university inside London where he completed a doctrine in foreign studies as well as receiving his MD in psychology, psychiatry as well as medical studies. After graduating with the highest honors he went on to erect his own private practice, but after a year of success, took a few years off to travel and study.
Within these years he is quoted as saying that he had 'found his calling' and returned back to London an accomplished professor in foreign studies as well as continuing on in his medical practice. He devoted his time to children with ailments that other doctors could not or would not treat due to the absurdity that came with the childrens questionable diagnosis.
Rose narrowed her gaze on the screen.
Along with being an accomplished doctor and professor, Doctor Grant has always had a keen interest in the biology and chemistry of the body. He has also been quoted in many an interview saying ' the body and the mind hold many a mystery, but the mystery is the adventure and I'm always up for an adventure.'
Is this what he was talking about? Is this what the Ministry was worried about? Could this man be manipulating the hundreds and thousands of children out of their magic?
An inset of his picture called Rose to click on it.
The pictures clouded the screen, many of him excepting awards for his work, shaking hands with esteemed presidents, queens and kings. There was one with his head bent over too many books, his hair hiding a pair of absolved eyes.
It immediately envolked something in her.
But when the next picture erupted on the screen it was only than that her own eyes peeled away and shot against the people standing with the Doctor in his picture.
The adults were forcing their smiles.
The child was grinning gleefully at the lens as it shot the proper family.
Doctor Samuel Grant with his late wife and son. He dedicates his work to them and their short lives.
Rose was staring at the Doctor with his family.
Nora and Scorpius Malfoy were staring back at her.
Okay so anyone who didn't read The Missing Pieces which is the prequel to this fan fiction, you might want to read it. If not, I can only give you the basics as to how I wrote my first fic. Scorpius was adopted by Draco Malfoy after he married Nora Adair. In the Missing Pieces Nora touches on Scopius "Michael"'s real father and his "demise". I will get into this of course more in future chapters and I promise that this bend in the story has not and will not take away from Rose and Scorpius. Of course it will only make for more drama!! lol!
Breeva