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Chapter 9

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Cornelius Fudge was staring guilelessly at the person in front of him, which so happened to be the center of attention, Hadrian Potter, newly crowned winner of the Triwizard Tournament.

They were currently in the Hogwarts Hospital wing. 'They' meaning the Hogwarts staff, a Ravenclaw girl that Fudge vaguely remembered to be Potter's date at the Yule Ball, Potter's godfather and the werewolf who Fudge didn't really know, and Amelia Bones and some of the aurors.

One of the reasons for their current gathering was, of course, Potter. Who had been bleeding profusely from his arm and forehead, but looked fine otherwise, if you ignored the dangerously pale pallor his skin was taking.

Madam Pomfrey was glaring daggers at all of them, and Cornelius felt himself shrink.

"He should be sleeping, Dumbledore! Don't you see how pale he's become? I've seen ghosts with more color!"

"I feel like I should take offense to that."

"The only thing you should be taking is a Sleeping Draught! Speaking of which, why hasn't this disappointment of a man woken up yet?"

"Just a slightly overpowered Stunning spell, madam."

Said disappointment was the second reason for their impromptu gathering.

One of the most sought after criminals in modern-day magical society, Peter Pettigrew.

Needless to say, Cornelius did not see this situation occurring when he woke up this morning.

His day had started off terribly. He hadn't had more than two hours of sleep, because even though he may be somewhat incompetent, which he would deny if asked, he still was THE Minister of Magic. And Cornelius hadn't gotten to his seat without some political maneuvering, so he had to do something to repay his benefactors.

Point was, he'd woken up with a terrible headache, and had thereafter dealt with several diplomats, which had only worsened the throbbing in his head.

Let it never be said that Cornelius didn't appreciate Pepper-Ups.

Then he'd attended the Final Task of the prestigious Triwizard Tournament.

Which was when thing had gone haywire. And it all involved Potter.

It had been painfully obvious that someone was trying (and failing) to kill Potter by having him participate in this competition.

Therefore it was only natural that mass panic occurred when the boy had disappeared to god-knows-where the instant he'd touched the Cup. (They were all watching from a magical monitor.)

That had been three hours ago. Fudge wasn't afraid to admit that he would never look at teenage fangirls without fear again. Honestly, what were they feeding them?

On those fangirls demand, the Aurors were called with Amelia Bones at the helm, and within the first half-hour of the savior's unplanned trip, the whole of magical Britain was at Fudge's throat, demanding 'why wasn't this stopped when everybody in the freaking country had foreseen this to be coming' and 'he better be ready for impeachment'.

To sum it up, the three hours that Potter was missing was the most miserable hours of Fudge's insignificant life.

Thank the powers that be that Potter had showed up alive, albeit looking a bit worse for wear, with an unconscious Peter Pettigrew in tow.

Which led to this situation where Fudge currently found himself in, as he patiently waited for Pomfrey to finish treating the boy-savior.

Said matron pursed her lips in dissatisfaction as she once again gave Potter a once over.

"You've lost a lot of blood, Mr. Potter. I'm surprised that you've managed to not lose consciousness. I'm assigning you some Blood-Replenishers, as well as some Sleeping-Draught." she said as she placed said potions on Potter's bedside table. She rose from her seat beside her patient's side, and walked towards Pettigrew. She muttered a few spells. Apparently those must have failed, as she turned towards Potter with a frown.

"Why isn't he waking up? I thought you said that he was just Stunned." she inquired. Potter sighed.

"I'll wake him when it is necessary, but unfortunately that isn't now. Director Bones." the boy said authoritatively. Amelia righted herself, standing upright like she would in front of a superior.

"I have found the perpetrator of my unwilling...admission into this farce." Everyone paid attention now. Fudge twirled his bowler in his hands. Out of the corner of his eye, Dumbledore saw Moody tense. No way...

"It is that man. The one who is pretending to be Alastor Moody." Pandemonium occurred as said person tried to escape, but was suddenly stopped by invisible bounds. Everyone looked for the source of the magic.
It turned out to be Dumbledore. Said Headmaster swallowed a lump in his throat inaudibly. How could he have missed this? He had just thought that his friend had just gotten more eccentric, and not even thought of him being behind the crime.

He levitated the now struggling man into a chair he knew to be especially uncomfortable, and bound him to it.

"Who are you?" the old man asked in a heavy voice. The room was quiet, knowing when to be cautious of the old Headmaster's temper.

Except Fudge, who had felt (non-existing) authority be challenged by both Dumbledore and Potter. The man stepped forward pompously.

"Now, now, Dumbledore, we don't know if this indeed is the perpetrator, the boy could be lying-" he was immediately pelted with several glares from all across the room. Even the presumed criminal stopped struggling and stared at Fudge like he was the biggest idiot to walk the Earth. Fudge decided to put his foot further in his mouth.

"But-"

"Dude. Just shut up." Fudge startled as the now-confirmed-to-be someone other than Moody intervened.

Fudge decided that he'd sit this one out. He was clearly out of his depth.

He'd just let Lucius deal with this mess.

Dumbledore chose to ignore Fudge's presence as a whole, and get on with it.

"Amelia, do we have your permission to use Veritaserum?"

Just then, Fake-Moody's body started to contort.

His fake-eye fell out with a sickening noise out of his socket. His fake-leg fell off in the same fashion. The room watched with morbid fascination as the former Auror turned to a Death Eater.

Amelia stared at the face of a killer thought to be dead.

"Go ahead, Headmaster."


As Barty Crouch Jr. revealed everything he had been responsible for, under the influence of Veritaserum, Fudge thought of a strategy to get the situation under his control.

"Bartemius Crouch Junior, you are hereby arrested and charged with patricide, attempted homicide, and several other offences. Just be sure that I'll see you get Kissed."

"That doesn't matter, now does it? Now that my Master is back..." the clearly unhinged man said in a ecstatic tone. Amelia signed to the Aurors to take the murdering psycho into custody, and Dumbledore sent Snape and McGonnagall to check on the real Moody who was apparently trapped in a chest.

As the Aurors sans Amelia escorted the lunatic on death row out, Fudge cleared his throat, once again trying to establish himself as the Alpha male in the room.

"I would like very much to know how this boy knew of the criminal in our cohorts! He may very well be in cahoots with him, trying to earn himself glory-"

"Rai, what happened? And why was Crouch talking about Voldemort's return?" Dumbledore interrupted Fudge, still bent on ignoring the frog's existence.

"Does he know how pathetic he looks?" Sirius muttered to Remus, who shook his head. Rai looked at Dumbledore, apparently having agreed to do the same as the old man regarding the Minister.

"Well, when I touched the Cup, I was transported to a graveyard. There, Pettigrew greeted me, rather rudely with a Stunning spell." Rai stopped for dramatic effect. The people of the room held their breaths.

"Disoriented as I was, I wasn't able to avoid it. Next thing I know, I am tied to a statue, with the Rat extracting my blood." Rai motioned to his arm, which was now in a sling. Su Li who had been somewhat quiet during the whole affair let out a displeased hiss, scaring Fudge out of wits.

"Anyway, I gathered from Pettigrew that there was a traitor hidden in Hogwarts, and let slip his identity."

"He was never good with secrets, that one."

"Sirius, we do not joke about that."

"...continuing, he was making a potion of some sort in this huge cauldron. Apparently it was to revive his Master." Dumbledore drew a sharp breath, and Fudge began to sweat buckets.

"He added my blood and his hand to the potion, which is why he is missing one, and lastly added this disfigured baby to the mix. That's when things went kind of awry for him." Rai paused, to catch his breath. He was tired, after all.

"Long story short, my scar started to hurt like crazy, and suddenly six weird items and a snake came from nowhere and exploded into tiny pieces. Next thing I know, the cauldron has blown up, and Pettigrew is seeking cover. As I said, I too, was in pain. My scar was bleeding, and it was not like regular blood..." Rai paused, this time to observe Dumbledore as the gears turned in the old man's head.

The reason for Rai twisting the truth was simple. He needed Dumbledore to believe Voldemort to be dead.

"And then?" Sirius said impatiently. Remus sent Rai an apologetic look as he smacked the back of his dogfather's head. Rai smiled in approval.

"I think I lost consciousness for a moment. When I opened my eyes, I was free of my bindings, and Pettigrew was out cold. I Stunned him just in case. And then I summoned the Cup, and was portkeyed here." Silence enveloped the hospital wing as they all processed the information. Fudge broke it.

"Preposterous-"

"Cornelius, please stop before you embarrass the Wizarding society further. Mr. Potter, please lift your spell from the criminal." Amelia Bones intervened, tired of Fudge's antics.

"Finite." Rai muttered as he waved his hand.

"Master-"

"Peter Oswald Pettigrew, you are hereby under arrest for homicide, kidnapping, and several other crimes-"

"Like offending the human race with your face."

"-Black, shut up, though I do agree. Anyway, you won't be getting any less than a Kiss this time." the Director of the DMLE delivered the sentence as she conjured Magic-blocking shackles.

"My master will save me, just you wait." the traitor cackled. Amelia smacked him with a silencio, and took her leave with the Rat in tow, dragging a dumbfounded Fudge with her. Dumbledore smiled.

"I think it is best that you sleep and recover, Rai. We will hold the winning ceremony tomorrow."
Rai nodded his agreement, and downed the potions, almost immediately falling asleep.

Tomorrow marked the beginning of The Mission. And he'd rather be well-rested for it.


AN: Not as funny as previous chapters, but things are getting serious.

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