Nobilitas Chapter Nine

Albus Dumbledore of many great and stupid titles was seething. He was having a good day until he saw the blasted newspapers. He was regretting his decision to dress in his yellow and purple striped robe. He was not pretending to be jolly today, he was downright livid. It was all Harry bloody Potter`s fault. The paper in his hands threatened to rip into two from him holding it so tight. It did not get any better when he looked at the other newspapers.

Albus Dumbledore a fraud? Reading on, he saw that all of the newspaper headlines and it didn't get any better. Albus Dumbledore has been lying! Another headline screamed. Dumbledore wanted to know who was behind these yesterday. His eyes flirted across the room filled with children, trying to find who was behind it. Ridiculous ideas to be sure for these were children not adults, but logic seemed to be escaping Albus Dumbledore at the moment.

Finally a vicious smirk settled on his lips, "Minerva" he said turning to his left "please tell Severus to get all his Slytherin's together" which made Minerva stop and look at him curiously "Please Minerva, don't question me" he finished with a minor undetectable compulsion charm. It's not that he doesn't trust Minerva, it's just that he didn't trust her and he didn't want any opposition, ``That`s all my dear, Go on`` Dumbledore said as Minerva nodded in a dazed fashion and went off to find Severus. Meanwhile, Albus rubbed his hands in glee, he would get his revenge soon.

Minerva found Severus working away diligently away at his potions. Severus was expecting the fall out of the beginning of their plan at any moment.

Severus turned around when Minerva cleared her throat and growled, "Can't you see woman, I'm busy, and go annoy that binny Trawleney." Minerva wasn't at all hurt by Severus' tone and in a glazed fashion said,

"Albus wants you to gather all your house students."

Severus knew right away that the man was planning something, "And what may he want with my students?" he asked, half hoping she would have an answer. Minerva simply looked at him quizzically and said,

"Severus, why am I here?" which caused Severus to raise his eyebrow, looks like Albus was using compulsion charm again. That much use on the poor woman is sure to cause brain damage, Severus thought to himself.

Severus simply said, "Minerva, you've been under the compulsion spell again." And watched her fluster with no sympathy, finally she wrenched out her handkerchief and started sobbing. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence Minerva spoke,

"How long has he been doing this for, Severus?" Severus was rather surprised, he expected Minerva to put up some sort of denial or rebuttal before reluctantly acknowledging the fact.

"For the past twenty years." Minerva looked mournfully at Severus before lowly saying,

"I started suspecting things a few years back, but I could not prove anything. Nobody is willing to see differently, and then I say the papers this morning. My heart finally has hope! Severus, Hope! You are on the Dark side, right Severus?" Severus looked at Minerva, and thought she would have done extremely well in my house.

He said after a few minutes, "Yes."

Minerva let a small smile escape onto her lips before saying emphatically "Well, well. Let's bring Dumbledore down"

This caused Severus momentary confusion before saying "You are on our side?" he asked hesitantly. If she said yes then it was an unexpected victory and ally. Minerva simply gave him a look he knew well from his student days. Minerva McGonagall was on his side. This was an unexpected boon for Severus, something that would make Hadrian and his Lord very happy for Minerva was on the inside upper rungs of the Light side.

Severus scrunched up his nose in distaste as he went to round up his students. Most of the students were in the house already so Severus just had to wait for a couple of minutes before the straggling came in.

All the students looked at him expectedly, he cleared his throat and spoke, ``Headmaster Dumbledore wants to speak you all on what has been recently in the papers. Behave`` the undertone that he used was one that all of the students understood explicitly, hid what the dark side was doing under all circumstances. All students nodded in understanding not a moment too soon as Albus stalked through the portrait.

Albus gave each of the students an eye over, he did not bother to hide behind his grandfatherly persona, he frankly looked like an old, idiot.

```There are some newspaper articles this morning that I was not quite happy with. I want to know who is behind this... this blasphemy! `` Dumbledore exclaimed, but at this point all those present in the room had to stop themselves from bursting out into laughter. Really who did this man think he was? ``This is not what I am about, why would someone spread around lies`` by this time Albus was really working himself into a fury. The Slytherins had to kick each other to keep quiet. ``Well! Don't be quiet! Tell me who it was!`` Albus practically roared ruining his grandfatherly image that he took years to culminate, not that it mattered because the Slytherins never fell for his foolery.

Severus felt it was time to intervene, ``Albus, do you really think it necessary to try and make some children nearly cry. I am sure they had nothing to do with it, this is their parent's war, not there's. Albus come let`s have some tea`` Albus at that moment was torn between agreeing with Severus and telling him off and continuing on with his planned destruction. As if on cue, a small cute first year girl burst into tears, most probably fake, not that Albus could tell. Severus had the ridiculous urge to sneer and give her a pat on the back for her sneaky thinking. Of course, it did help to make Albus look like a mean bully picking on young, helpless Kindergarteners.

Albus finally sighed and said trying to regain his image that he had created, ``Just tell me children who did this, children always listen in places you are not wanted`` by the end of the sentence his voice had taken a sharp turn. Severus wanted to throw Albus from the common room and by the looks of it the seventh years had the same idea.

Finally, Ackley Jac, younger brother of Portia Jac stood up in his aristocratic glory and told Albus in a soft and calm voice, ``I assure you Headmaster, which we have no clue who is behind what is making you so angry. We are simply school aged children who are trying to survive a war and get our education`` and with that statement, it was obvious that Ackley learned plenty from his graceful older sister.

Albus looked over his wire rimmed spectacles before responding, ``Well, indeed my boy. Education is important, and so is surviving. In this case surviving means telling me if you overheard anything your parents may have said. `` Albus was turning the gentle grandfatherly act on overtime. The older Slytherins barely held back their snorts of disgust.

Ackley the self-proclaimed spokesperson spoke again, ``Our parents, and I think I can speak for the majority of us, are very careful about what they speak around us. We are but mere children who do not understand the intricacies of war. Our parents want us to enjoy our childhoods before war comes. I am sure you can understand this sentiment, Headmaster`` Ackley had to suppress a simile at the end when he visibly saw Albus start to soften his attitude.

The first year who broke into tears felt it was her cue to carry it on. All the while sniffling she said, ``Headmaster, su-urely you are *hiccup* think-ing that we-e *sniffle* are behind this! *barely contained wail* we are kids! *sniffle cough*`` Albus looked at her, and felt that these kids were too damn good, and he was getting nowhere, fast. Albus looked around the common room and finally gave a harrumph and stomped out of the portrait like a first year. As soon as the portrait closed behind him, Ackley clapped the first year on the shoulder and said,

``Great thinking, kid, kept him off our butt`` the first year nodded shyly, mostly because the gorgeous Ackley Jac was talking to her!

Severus looked at his snakes before speaking, ``I am quite proud of all of you, be careful.`` and everybody understood the implied undertone in his message. Severus nodded and walked out of the room.

Ackley turned to his best friend, Ensley Iollio and told him, ``The plan is getting under way. Time for us to get the other purebloods to start on our end. `` Ensley nodded knowing the game was underfoot. The families had decided before hand that Ensley and Ackley would organize the effort at Hogwarts, because they were both from powerful families and were the most powerful at Hogwarts since Malfoy and Potter graduated last year. Ensley was going to take charge of first to fourth years while Ackley would do fifth to seventh years.

Ensley went to go find Herbert Nott, younger brother of Theodore Nott and current fourth year. He found him with Nott`s cronies Will and John Tuck, idiots and giants.

Nott as soon as he saw Ensley heading for him straightened up and greeted him enthusiastically ``Iollio! Man, good to talk to you!`` Ensley resisted the urge to sneer disdainfully, he thought Theodore Nott was a much better Pureblood than Herbert. Ensley kept his urge to himself because he needed to use Herbert for what their Lords needed accomplished.

``Ah yes, good to talk to you to Herbie`` he couldn't resist to put a jab in, Herbert despised Herbie and only those more powerful than him could get away with calling him that. ``We have a mission. You have been told by your parents or Theodore I presume`` Ensley said while Herbert nodded enthusiastically. Herbert so badly wanted to higher in power that he would do anything; he knew that being asked to do a mission made him powerful automatically. ``Right good, I am running the first to fourth years. Ackley is doing fifth to seventh. You will be my representative for fourth years. For first year, get Young Greengrass. Second year will be Madeira Hopei. Third year will be Joss Jiao. We will have a meeting soon.`` Ensley dismissed Herbert and wandered over to the fire place.

Meanwhile, Ackley went to go find Justina Prince, a distant relative to Severus Snape and current sixth year. He found her directing her sixth year cronies on how to properly curl ones hair.

He coughed to get her attention, ``Ackley! You are a perfect example of how to dress elegant and like a Pureblood. What can I do for you`` Justina said enthusiastically. Ackley liked Jussie as she was apt to call herself to distinguish her from her mother Justina Elena Prince.

``Jussie, a mission is sent to us. You have been told by your parents. `` Jussie leaned forward excitedly, for her parents told her all about it and how Ackley and Ensley would be leading the Hogwarts effort. ``You will be my representative for sixth year, Patina Holli will be for seventh, and Marcus Malcolm will be for fifth and I will oversee fifth to seventh year and Ensley will oversee first to fourth years. `` Ackley finished speaking.

Jussie nodded and said over her shoulder as she went to find the others, ``Ackley, you would look gorgeous in baby blue`` much to Ackley`s chagrin. Jussie`s cronies laughed before Ackley turned a look on them.

He cleared his throat before saying, ``Don`t you have something better to do, than to make fun of your social superiors`` and that got them moving fast. Ackley smiled grimly.

The plan was going perfectly. Hadrian smiled with a grim satisfaction. He was sifting through the reports that his minions in the field made. He really hated paperwork, but he figured that this was important business and thus his distaste would be put aside. Hadrian was pleased with the work that the newspapers were achieving; today the headlines screamed Dumbledore left Voldemort to a horrible childhood! And Dumbledore is a big fat liar! Hadrian had heard from Minerva, his newest Order spy, which Dumbledore was going crazy trying to figure out who has behind the movement. Frankly, this pleased Hadrian. Dumbledore was an old fool, who wouldn't know what hit him.

He heard from Severus that Ackley Jac and Ensley Iollio were doing a fine job of converting the student population. The reports said that within a few weeks most of the student population will be dark. Hadrian understood that they would never get one hundred percent of the society, but getting at least ninety percent would be great for their cause. He heard the same from around Wizarding Britain. All will be told when the new Prime Minister was elected; If Lucius was elected it would be a great coup for their cause.

Lucius took a deep breath before he went to the podium to make his final political speech before voting started; he knew this was the most important speech because this was the one that people would remember the most. Lucius straightened his ascot, flicked an imaginary piece of lint from his dove grey robes and pasted an utterly false smile on his face and walked in front of the crowd. He gave a slight wave and after a few seconds he began speaking,

``Welcome all to this historic moment, another election for the prestigious position of Prime Minister. The Prime Minister position is a position of great responsibility. For any wizard in this position has a duty to you, the common people of wizarding Britain. A duty to do what is best for you. It is not a position to abuse power. I am capable of doing the best thing for you. I will work hard to end this war! This war is only hurting the common people! The people who are higher up in society do not feel this cost! The cost that it is costing your families and I wish for that cost to end! Will Cornelius Fudge do that, no! He has sat on the wayside during the majority of this Second War doing nothing for the common people of Britain. Will his golden successor do that, no! Kingsley will not, he is a auror, he enjoys the battles. Vote for me, and this war will end. I will also fix the corruption within the Ministry! No longer will the rich get richer and the poor get poorer! It is now about merit! Like the Table of Ranks in the Muggle world! We will get back our pride! We will stand proudly amongst the Contentinal Wizards and say `We are British!``` by the end of the speech everybody was cheering. Hadrian was watching concealed by a charm and let a small smirk flit over his face. Lucius and Ronald were politically smart to touch the war. The rest of the people vying for the position didn't dare touch the subject. Hadrian felt confident especially since the speech was well received.