A/N:
This is written for reminiscent-afterthought's 'So you think you know your character?' competition. The competition consists of 11 questions about a character of the writers choice. I chose Mundungus Fletcher, and all 11 questions will be answered in the chapters of this fic. Though aspects of his personality are slightly different to fit into the AU of my story 'Harry Potter: Scourge of Knockturn Alley,' most of the base character is the same, so I would imagine that these short stories can be read with or without reading that first.
So, without further ado, on to the challenge!
Question 10: What do you truly hate?
(Language warning for this one - mainly for the one little F-bomb which get's dropped about halfway down! It's Mundungus, he's always gonna be a bit potty-mouthed!)
"Why the hell'd you want me to join?"
"Because, Mundungus, I believe you could be an asset to our cause."
"Well, yeah I figured tha' one out, but why? I'm a bleedin' smuggler what makes you think you can trust me?"
"Tell me Mundungus, how do you feel about Lord Voldemort's cause? Do you believe half-bloods and muggleborns to be lesser beings?"
"Course no, don' be stupid. Why would I, wha' wi' bein' practically raised by a muggleborn an' all?"
"A muggleborn? I was of the impression that your Mother was a pureblood?"
"Didn't say nothin' bout my damn Mother did I? She basically left me to raise meself. Too busy either gettin' fucked or pissed*. 'scuse my language. Weren't her what actually looked after me."
"I see. Yes, well then, a muggleborn carer would hardly endear the pureblood agenda to you."
"En-bloody-dear me? I damn hate it, it makes me sick. Number o' fights I got in when some spoilt brat tried to tell me that woman weren't as good as my Mum cos o' her blood. Ain't no pureblood better'n her, an' if there is it sure as hell ain't cos o' their blood."
"And that, Mundungus, is why I would like you with us. If you can hold on to those ideas through 7 years in Slytherin House with the current climate, I should imagine there is very little on this Earth that could change your mind. I have no suspicions of your betraying us, and your current, er, underground connections could be useful for us over the course of the war."
"Alrigh'. Well, if you wan' my connections, we're gonna haffta keep my reputation dirty, if you know wha' I mean. If anyone asks, I don' wan' nothin' to do with it, and am only involved cos I owed you favours or summin."
"Yes, that is an excellent point, and I believe that story will suffice. Welcome, Mundungus, to the Order of the Phoenix. I am very glad to have you on board."
*Pissed means drunk in this context - In British English we use it to mean either drunk or angry, and I can't remember which meaning it as in American English so I figured I'd stick this little note in just in case!
A/N:I'm hoping it can be worked out from context that this conversation is between Mundungus and Dumbledore - if not... - this conversation is between Mundungus and Dumbledore guys!
Thanks for reading - only one left to do!