Chapter 11: The Chilly Climate
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"You only live twice: Once when you're born and once when you look Death in the face."
Ian Fleming
Several inquisitive and accusatory gazes drilled into her when she stepped into the room. Kingsley nodded at her when he accompanied her to the door. It communicated his faith in her. Using all her experiences as a seasoned political leader, she put on a nonchalant and confident front. She could almost hear them weighing their pros and cons in this dangerous game, trying to figure out how to exit this stateroom with the most benefits.
They would want to know how they should participate in this discussion since it affected the delicate power balance in Magical Britain. They would have heard of the Dark Lord's return by now. If she were they, she would question the individual who demand for the inquiry of the actions of the individual at the helm of the political hierarchy.
They were treading a thin line that may lead to a quiet political revolution. She needed the alignment of another element, like popular support, to be successful.
It was a necessary risk she had to take. Her chips were all in. She knew the outcomes of the battle. The price would be high if she had lost this high-stake gamble.
Her back was ramrod-straight and her legs crossed. Mask sat next to her, in the capacity of the Director of the Department of Mysteries, quiet and intimidating. She felt almost assured by her constant presence. Before she had known her real identity, she had always admired Mask's work.
Emmeline Vance, acting Director of Department of International Magical Cooperation, took the other side of Amelia, more interested in picking flint from her robes than observing the other participants.
Amelia was quite sure that it was another calculated front as she tried to weigh the pros and cons. Emmeline Vance was her senior, a Slytherin, if her memory served her well.
They were sitting around a round mahogany table, in crude memory of the Knights of the Round Table during Arthur's time. They were supposed to be equals and living up to the Arthurian principles of chivalry.
Cornelius Fudge sat a short distance away. His face was puce- purple. He was trying to maintain his composure by spinning his bowler hat. That bright purple bowler hat swirled around the tip of his finger precariously, its spin too slanted to maintain a centre of gravity necessary to maintain on the tip. All it took was a breath of wind to tip the bowler hat over.
With great anticipation, Amelia watched.
That loud bowler hat spun faster and faster, becoming a purple blur.
"So we're here to talk about what Cornelius has done," spoke Ludo Bagman chirpily, gesturing around the table.
The purple bowler hat tipped over and fell on the desk.
Immediately, his dark brows furrowed into an icy glare. It looked as if Cornelius was upset that Bagman had caused his bowler hat to fall on the carpeted ground.
"Merlin's name, it's merely a hat, dear Cornelius. It's so rare that all seven of us have gathered together—"
"It's a serious accusation, Milady," intoned Thorfinn Rowle, a bulky man with a brutal face. His cropped blond hair plastered on his skull, emphasising on his wide and square jaws. He ran the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. His brows were furrowed as he stared at his neatly-trimmed fingernails. "Do you have any evidence?"
Amelia took a deep breath, choosing to keep her composure.
"This is absolutely ridiculous! Director Bones obviously has something against me," boomed Fudge, glaring at Amelia lethally. The bowler hat ceased spinning around his finger. His finger shook as he pointed at her. "She stands to gain in a time like this! A conniving bi—"
"Minister, such personal opinion should not be expressed here," spoke Emmeline stridently, interrupting the Minister. He paused, his wild eyes on her, uncomprehending.
Amelia held her tongue, choosing to remain silent. She relaxed into her seat.
Her tone became placating. "I believe that Director Rowle was speaking to Director Bones, Minister. That's why we're here on a fine afternoon," replied Emmeline smoothly. She flashed a polite smile at the Minister. "Let's cut the chase. I'm sure we're very busy individuals. The Minister would love to have his name cleared? So if you don't mind, will you please remain silent until we require your response? If you interrupt Director Bones, we'll have to invite you to leave the room. It is based on the rules of conducting a council of inquiry."
His face turned into another shade of red. His mouth opened and shut like a fish. Finally, he gave a sharp nod.
"Lovely. Your cooperation is much appreciated, Minister. Director Bones, would you mind explaining?" continued Emmeline.
Amelia nodded, before climbing on her feet. "I discovered the presence of a spy after the Minister halted my back-up team from rescuing us, moments after we commenced our low-key mission at 1900 hours. I have included the timeline in the first page." With a flick of her wand, she reproduced her report of the mission into Hogwarts to arrest Crouch and passed them around so that the other Directors can peruse. "The Head Auror, Rufus Scrimgeour, and I conducted an internal investigation within the Auror office and wheedled out two informants. Liam MacMillan has already admitted to it, explaining how they circumvent around the oath that all Auror in service has to take." With another flick of her wand, she duplicated the testimony of MacMillan for every Director to peruse. "Both, without collaboration, have admitted that they were working for the office of the Minister of Magic. Let me refer you to the rules governing the conduct of officials working in DMLE, the conduct of the Minister, the Minister has committed a transgression that is unacceptable by our standards. Therefore, we, the DMLE, respectfully request for a formal inquiry into the misconduct of the Minister for Magic, Minister Cornelius Fudge."
Ludo whistled loudly after he finished the report. "It seems clear as day. There was a short lapse of time between the briefing of them mission and your arrival. "Cornelius, how could you do this to Amelia?"
Fudge looked like a swelled up balloon. He opened his mouth to protest but he resisted.
Rowle steepled his hands, looking calm. His report remained untouched. "Your Grace, it is a grave accusation. Can Your Grace please summon Auror MacMilan and Auror Proudfoot into this room?" Next to him, Director Jugson, Head of Department of Magical Transportation, could barely hide his thin smile.
"Director Rowle, is there a problem with their testimonies?" enquired Amelia stiffly, looking at the boulder of a man. She was partially irked by the constant reference to her as a lady. She was surprised that any Director would question her method of gathering evidences.
Rowle maintained a smile that reminded her of Malfoy's sneer. "I like to ensure that the interrogation is fair and… rational, Your Grace. Given that the accusation is so grave, we need to spend more time cross-examining the suspects. I want to rule out the possibility of a forced confession. It is not uncommon for interrogators to coerce the suspects into a confession when the former are… emotive and convinced." He maintained his gaze on Amelia. "Besides, the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures interrogate wizards and witches regularly; we are more than capable of conducting a just and sensible cross-examination. Why don't you leave such a difficult and exacting task to us to extract the truth, Your Grace?"
Fudge seemed to relax in his seat at his rebuttal.
Amelia took a deep breath, knowing better to lose her temper. "Please address me by my title of my office, Director. We are here as assessors of this Council of Inquiry because of that rank we hold. It is unprofessional to address me in other ways. I do not question your ability, Director Rowle. I'm merely curious if there was an issue with the testimony. Naturally, they were the full accounts of the witnesses. It is all according the procedures. The procedures had been adhered closely, given the gravity of the situation."
"Oh, I needed to clarify, considering the fact that you don't usually closely adhere to the procedures for accountability. Why, the Minister did not know of your little expedition until Mr Dumbledore decides to pay the Ministry a little visit."
"Director Rowle, I think you might have misread the timeline of events. It is stated in the report on page one that Mr Dumbledore made a formal complaint against the actions of Director Bones after the mission was concluded. The Minister had sent a note to Director Bones ten minutes after the mission had commenced, personally appeared at DMLE ten minutes later, demanding for an explanation for the top-secret mission in which only the participants and the Head Auror were informed," rebuffed Mask in a quiet voice.
He smacked his head almost theatrically. "What a silly mistake to make. I apologise for it." He bowed at them slightly, almost mockingly.
Amelia kept her composure.
"Summon these former Aurors," commanded Director Jugson briskly. His secretary, a quiet wizard leapt to his feet immediately. He stopped when Bagman held up his hand.
"How did you know, Cornelius?" cajoled Bagman. He plastered an inviting and boyish smile on his face.
"What do you mean, Ludo?" Fudge's eyes darted to Jugson and Rowle.
"Well, how did you know of the mission, Cornelius?" clarified Ludo airily, leaning into his seat. He propped his head with a hand.
Fudge's brows narrowed.
"Director Bones wasn't around? She and I had a private wager that she would solve all the mysteries in one swoop lest she quit. I made an informed inference that she would be involved in a mission? I wanted an update from her since it was close to the deadline. I was concerned about losing an important member of this Ministry."
"Oh, a wager? I love a friendly gamble," quipped Ludo playfully.
"Why would Director Bones wager her political career? What were the conditions of that wager?" Vance gazed at Amelia.
"In exchange for an authorisation of cooperation from all departments," replied Amelia. "It is rare to require interdepartmental cooperation. Given the sensitive information I was working with, I needed clarification from the Department of Mysteries, Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports and Games. I am very grateful for the cooperation." Amelia inclined her head respectfully at the rest of the directors.
"Don't think too much of it. It's not a problem. I know what you mean, Amelia. Merlin, I won't even know what your department does if it wasn't because of my brief brush with the law. I don't even know what Barty needs to do as a director besides organising the Triwizard Tournament. "
"We're aware of the degree of the interdepartmental cooperation in the Ministry," interrupted Rowle frostily, glaring at Ludo. He rubbed his temples slightly. "The wager is not the focus of this council of Inquiry. The accusation that Minister Fudge has knowingly planted spies in the DMLE is the focus of this inquiry."
"I concur."
"Then let's summon the suspects—"
"Should we summon these Aurors, we should send for the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, Madame Umbridge as a witness," offered Mask. "It will present a sensible and just inquiry of the possibility that Fudge has knowingly planted spies in the DMLE—"
"Wait. You can't do that. S-she's the Senior Undersecretary to the Minster for Magic. Her office deserves some respect. "Cornelius reached for his collar and began to loosen it.
Rowle and Jugson looked frustrated.
Amelia desperately tried to hide her smile.
"Do you not agree that the accusation against you, Minister Fudge, is a grave? I'm sure that Madam Umbridge would not mind assisting us in the clarification," returned Vance sweetly.
Amelia glanced at Rowle and Jugson. Neither of them seemed to know how to react.
"Let's put it to a vote," suggested Mask, trying to diffuse the situation. "Minister, if you would mind leaving us for a moment—"
Quietly, Fudge stood up with much dignity and slowly made his way for the door.
"Wait, Director Bones should not be in the room since it conflicts with her self-interest. I will only consent to vote if she's willing to step out of the room," interrupted Rowle, staring at Amelia expectantly.
"I second that."
They squinted at Amelia. "If you would join the Minister."
Mask clasped her hands deliberately.
"Frankly, I do not think she requires abstaining from this vote, Rowle. It is matter of protecting the credibility of her department, rather than her self-interest. Additionally, she's an assessor. You'll do best to remember that she isn't the reason for the council of Inquiry." Mask glanced at the Minister. Fudge quietly exited from the room, knowing that everything was according to procedure.
"So, please lift your hands if you agree that we should summon Auror MacMillan and Auror Proudfoot and Senior Undersecretary Umbridge—"
"—I, Director Rowle, abstain from voting. I refused to participate in such a biased and unfair proceeding—"
"—I, Director Jugson, abstain from voting."
"Shall we continue with the vote?" asked Amelia, shifting her body so that she was only looking at the rest of the Directors. She noticed Vance and Bagman staring openly at her blind spot. Absently, she followed the direction of their gazes. "Why are you still here? We cannot continue the discussion if you choose to remain here."
Jugson and Rowle shared a fuming look.
"This is a rebellion, an outrage!"
"You should be careful with those words. Everything conducted is according to the procedures. According to the conduct of the council of Inquiry, if one may wish to abstain, then they should leave the discussion room," quipped Vance, cocking her head slightly.
"An insurgence! You were plotting to get all of us out of the room and decide the fate of the Minister."
Amelia shook her head. "If I were you, Director Rowle, I will be careful with my words. It is a very grave accusation to make. The council of Inquiry was summoned to look into the possibility of improper conduct. Additionally, the council was approved by all of the Directors."
The boyish air around Ludo dissipated, as if blew away by a gust of wind. His eyes reflected a chilling calmness. "It's your call, Amelia. Your report seemed very clear to me. I do not wish to have this façade continue. With two votes out of four, their abstinence from voting is recognised. "
"I concur. We should continue," affirmed Vance solemnly.
Mask dipped her head silently.
Fuming, the two men left the room, slamming the door shut. The door shook with the violence of that slam.
"Well, let's not get too emotional about everything. Let's have that sensible discussion now," smirked Amelia, relaxing into her seat.
"Well-worded."
Amelia glanced at Ludo. "So your foolishness is a front?"
Ludo answered with a boyish smile, before shrugging.
"That doesn't stop me from being upset at you when you did not report Bethra Jorkin's absence."
"Duly noted, Director Bones."
"Good that we're on the same page, Ludo."
An unconscious woman sat in the middle of the living room, constrained by ropes. Her robes were unusually ruffled, her horn-rimmed spectacles knocked astray and a bird nest for hair.
Sirius and the teenagers were astonished to see Crookshanks and Hedwig waiting for them in the living room when they returned from the Ministry. It was unusual for their pets to remain indoors on a good day. They soon discovered the reason.
"Rita Skeeter?!" exploded Sirius, glaring at the unconscious witch. He raked his hand through his short locks in frustration while he prowled up and down the living room. He paused before her, his arms akimbo. "How could she? H-how could she breach the wards?" growled Sirius.
Emma entrusted the matter into their hands, knowing that it was beyond her jurisdiction.
Harry and Hermione placed a hand on his shoulders.
"I don't know, Sirius," whispered Hermione, looking at the witch helplessly.
Harry's gaze was fixed on the witch.
"The wards are still active," announced Harry. He stared at the journalist dispassionately. Like a puppet, he rewarded Crookshanks and Hedwig with treats and absent rubs.
Seeing that the pets were disappointed, Hermione rewarded them with plenty of rubs and attention. Crookshanks, sensing the distress of Harry and Sirius, sat next to Skeeter, his tail swishing.
Hermione was surprised by the absence of rage at the sight of the nosy journalist. She had tarnished her reputation and made her life difficult in Hogwarts. Bitterness and a prideful refusal to lose to the journalist spurred her to uncover the reason for her to collect intelligence. Due to the recent events, however, that bitterness did not quite matter to her anymore. If she was honest with herself, she was more afraid than angry, afraid that the magical world had finally breached her final sanctuary of normalcy.
"I could arrest her," recommended Sirius fiercely, eying the witch. "I want her to pay."
Harry tucked his hands into his pockets, balancing on the balls of his feet. He frowned.
"Please be reasonable, Sirius. Even if she was charged for trespass and being an illegal Animagus, she'll merely be fined right? That isn't enough, not for what she put Hermione through."
"Harry—"Hermione placed a hand on his arm.
She was taken aback by the fierce gleam of protectiveness in his eyes.
"You're right. She'll probably be jailed for a couple of months. I'll think of something to extend her stay. I'll find something, don't worry." He turned away, pacing back and forth before the fireplace.
"Sirius, listen to yourself—"
"No, that's not right. I want her punished but it has to be fair. I want her to stop writing nasty stuff. She needs to learn to be responsible for her writing. She could always write nasty things about us about she has served her sentence."
Sirius slumped into his seat. "What shall we do?"
Hermione stared around the room, knowing that they cannot be placated.
"May I speak?" asked Hermione quietly, staring at the fireplace. "Shouldn't I get the last say since technically I was her victim? She turned to face the rest of the occupants. "I really appreciate the concern, Harry and Sirius."
Harry and Sirius looked surprised, before sharing a glance.
"Uh…sorry Mione."
"Yea, I'm sorry, Hermione."
"To be honest," admitted Hermione, wrapping her arms around herself. "I'm no longer angry with her. It was through this incident that Harry and I were closer. I was always a part of the rumour mill. Good friends with the Harry Potter when I'm but a Muggle-born—"
"You're a Muggle-born but not simply one. You're the smartest witch of our year, the most loyal friend anyone can have," protested Harry fervently. "I would have died a million times without you. Erm, it is my blessing that you would be contented to be with me, despite of everything…" He lowered his head.
Sirius placed a hand on Harry's shoulders.
"Thank you, Harry." Hermione squeezed his hand. "What do you mean everything? You merely have a very persistent enemy. Wait. That's not what we're talking about."
"I understand what Hermione meant," smiled Sirius wistfully, crossing his legs. "It wasn't that bad for your mother Lily since James was of a minor peerage. You're the Boy-who-lived. I can imagine the nasty things your classmates might have said about her."
Harry glanced at her, worried.
Hermione smiled at him. "I've learnt not to pay too much attention to it because sometimes, they don't really mean it." She squeezed Harry's hand tenderly. "You know that Ron moment in our first year? It didn't help that I was always so thirsty to prove myself."
"You should be in Slytherin," teased Sirius.
"So thirsty to prove my knowledge," amended Hermione, smiling warmly.
"Ravenclaw, you great Gryffindor pretender."
"I was given a choice to be sorted into Slytherin."
"Wait? Am I the only true Gryffindor?"
"Oh, be serious—"
"I'm Sirius."
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "I admit that I was bitter to be played by her. That don't matter anymore in the scheme of things. I'm more concerned about the fact that she has breached our security and entered our home. My last frontier."
Harry wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry. I truly am."
Sirius looked perplexed. "What frontier?"
"You're not a Muggle-born. The non-magical world has never been quite safe for me, so I don't exactly see it as a sanctuary but I think I understand how she feels. We decided to spend our Easter holidays here because we wanted a respite from the Magical world. However, even the events from the magical world caught up with us," explained Harry, glancing at Hermione.
"Yes and no." She took a deep breath before she turned to look at Sirius. "Before this Easter holidays, my world was separated. I was nothing but a sojourner. I spent a large portion of my time in Magical Great Britain, then a short amount of time as a non-magical at home. The worlds were intentionally kept apart and I believed that I could always return to the non-magical world if I couldn't live in the magical world."
Sirius nodded attentively.
"So the non-magical world is your sanctuary?"
"In which the events that happen in the magical world used to have little influence on this part of your world," clarified Harry.
"This nasty woman is a reminder that you no longer have your refuge?" prompted Sirius intelligently, pointing at Skeeter.
Hermione nodded. "The walls have been breached. There is little separation between the two worlds now. I mean my parents are magicals too. There is no turning back."
Harry laced his fingers with hers. "We could always leave this place. We could find a place where we are safe. We could choose to live somewhere else, away from everything."
Hermione shook her head vehemently. "No, we can't. Not anymore, Harry, not when they have already brought the fight to our doorsteps. I know we talked about it two days ago. We could hide in the non-magical world and live out the rest of our lives. It isn't possible anymore. Skeeter doesn't know our address. She was probably following someone who knew it. Your relatives were taken away. We have no choice but to fight. That's what troubles me."
Sirius nodded in understanding. "I understand, Hermione. We will use her to fight then." He squeezed both of their shoulders firmly.
"We'll need to keep Dumbledore distracted so that Sirius can find more information about the Dursleys. He's been thinking about this issue since he became the Undersecretary of DMLE."
"Splendid. Will you allow me to deal with this matter? Perhaps, you should word the unbreakable vow." Sirius winked at her.
Hermione nodded.
"I think we should ask Winky to assist you in transporting Skeeter into a safer location. You can try speaking to her when it is convenient for you. It is beneficial for her to taste the consequence of her action. It motivates her to be more sceptible to suggestions."
Sirius grinned mischievously. "What a brilliant idea, my dear Hermione. I shall do as you suggest. I'm, after all, a very busy Lord."
"And an Undersecretary of DMLE," added Hermione matter-of-fact.
Sirius froze for a moment.
"Merlin, I need to go. I see you later!"
"Hem Hem. May I remind you that the Office of Anti-Corruption is under the Minister's office?" The witch dressed in bright pink robes rebuffed haughtily, folding her arms across her chest. Despite her short stature, she was able to look at them condescendingly.
"Dolores, you're under investigation, commissioned by the Council of Inquiry—"
"Ah hem. I do not see Director Rowle and Jugson. I'm at liberty to refrain from answering your questions—"
"You're misinformed. Both Directors have willingly abstained from the vote and thus excuse themselves from the council," returned Mask.
She allowed her words to sink in.
The Undersecretary looked taken aback for a moment.
Amelia refrained from rubbing her tempers from the Undersecretary's pitchy voice.
"Then, the matter should be taken to the Wizengamot—"
"We're investigating into the possible misdemeanour of the Minister for Magic. If you would like us to begin criminal proceedings, we still require a preliminary investigation by the Council of Inquiry. In any case, it is perfectly acceptable for the directors to request for a council of inquiry to ensure that the Minister for Magic do not abuse his powers. "
"It's perfectly acceptable for the Minister to be perfectly informed of all matters within the Ministry through any necessary means," replied Umbridge, straightening herself.
"As his Undersecretary, do you help him to facilitate that complete understanding of all matters in the Ministry?" questioned Vance with a sweet smile.
Umbridge puffed up. "Naturally. Minister Fudge is a very important and busy person. He leaves this legwork to me. As per his instructions, I help him to ensure that he has the most updated information."
"So you freely admit to helping the Minister to obtain info from all departments without the expressed approval of the heads?" prompted Vance.
"I did not say that. I obtain information from contacts within—"
"Were you aware of Mr Crouch's absence?" posed Amelia, leaning forward. There was a gleam of menace in her eyes. "Speak! Dolores Umbridge!"
"I-I…"
"Do you or do you not know?!"yelled Amelia, leaping on her feet so that she was in Umbridge's face.
"I do!" The Undersecretary covered her mouth with both of her hands. "Minister Fudge is unaware. I can swear on my magic. He doesn't know of Mr Crouch's absence. He was only interested in the DMLE." She blinked owlishly when she realised what she had said. "No! I was blabbering."
"Why? Why did you not raise the matter to the DMLE if you had known of Mr Crouch's absence? Weasley was issued the orders as if it was from Mr Crouch himself. Now, we know that he wasn't the one who was issuing the orders." Vance looked upset. Amelia placed a hand on her arm, trying to calm her down.
"Your department was running smoothly. Mr Crouch is a political threat to the Minister; it is good that he is no longer involved with the Ministry…"
"Do you not know that Voldemort is back?" demanded Amelia sharply. "You will not report to the relevant departments for such petty reasons…"
"Petty?! That's rich of you to say. You're the Head of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Bones. You lead one of the factions in the Wizengamot and you're the director of the DMLE, the largest department in the Ministry. Like now, you hold the Ministry at cutthroat—"
"Be silent, Dolores. Do not continue," interjected Bagman firmly. He shot a concerned look at Amelia. "Minister Fudge does not even dare to question her contributions to the society. She fought at the frontlines, watch her family and friends die in the war, but chose to rebuild the department singlehandedly, despite the budget cuts and its tarnished reputation. We've utmost respect for her and her office."
Umbridge shut her mouth indignantly, knowing that she committed a faux pas.
"You said you obtained information from contacts within the department. Were Auror MacMilan and Auror Proudfoot your point of contact?" questioned Mask. "It is your best interest not to lie."
"Liam and Pab are my friends, "returned Umbridge easily. "Occasionally, we talk about work over a meal. There's nothing wrong with friends chatting over a meal? " She smiled.
"That is nothing wrong with friends meeting up to chat over meals, Dolores. There is something wrong if you are able to circumvent their vows and extract information from them. It is problematic when they send notes to you about top-secret missions."
Immediately, Amelia produced the notes.
Dolores's eyes widened.
"They were pertinent information! You were going…"
"Upset the balance of power?" quipped Vance easily. "You don't even care about security or the return of You-Know-Who."
"Lies to overturn Fudge's administration! To show that he is incompetent and remove him from office. That's the purpose of this sham of a Council of Inquiry!" Dolores slammed her hands on the desk.
Vance shook her head. She crossed her legs and turned away, as if she was frustrated with her.
"So do you admit to having constant contact with the two Aurors so that you can monitor the DMLE?"
Dolores folded her and turned away.
"You can say whatever you like. I am going to refrain from making any responses."
"Thank you, Madam Umbridge. You will hear from the DMLE soon," smiled Amelia. "You may go now."
Her eyes widened dramatically as if surprised that they did not cajole her into responding.
"Wait, wait…" She stood hesitantly.
A man, decked in robes that fitted his statue, entered the room confidently. He stood next to the door and held it open. "Will you please follow me,Madam Umbridge? Head Auror Scrimgeour wishes to meet you at his office."
Her eyes widened in surprise as she pointed a shaking finger at him.
"You? Sirius Black? Why are you here? How…"
Sirius merely flashed a crooked smile as he folded his arms and leaned on the wall.
Amelia resisted shaking her head at his theatrics.
"Undersecretary Black. It is good to see you. He is the new secretary of DMLE," announced Amelia, suddenly very fascinated with the desk. She met his gaze briefly. "Thank you for escorting her to Rufus then." She turned to regard the rest of her colleagues.
Bagman grinned at him. Vance, on the other hand, looked quite abashed. She busied herself straightening her hair.
"It's my pleasure, Director," smiled Sirius enchantingly, giving her a curt bow. "I'll invite Minister Fudge in." He winked at Amelia surreptitiously before grinning at Vance. Smoothly, he shut the door after him.
Amelia merely rolled her eyes.
"Black looks g-great." Vance fanned herself with a hand as she relaxed into her seat.
For a moment, Amelia didn't know how to respond.
"The formidable duo is finally back at DMLE," smiled Ludo. "It's something to celebrate. 100% success rate in missions. The best team DMLE had."
"Undersecretary Black will be glad to hear that."
"Naturally, since you employed him to be your eye candy," retorted Mask.
Bagman raised his brow. "That is the most personal and human remark you have made so far, Mask."
Amelia hid her smile before settling in her seat. "We have a Minister to reprimand and a Dark Lord to sort out."
"Let's get the show on the road."
With accordance with protocols, they had suspended the Minister from office. Amelia sent a missive to Dumbledore to inform him to organise a full Wizengamot meeting to empower the interim Minister. Minister Fudge left in a huff, unable to believe that he was removed from office.
Ludo, Vance and Mask wanted Amelia to take the office.
"No, I can't. I don't have a successor," refuted Amelia, shaking her head. She pursed her lips. "No, not with the return of the Dark Lord."
"I'm not suitable for the office," returned Bagman, lifting his hands into the air. "Unless, you want a figurehead? I'm unsuitable for inspiring confidence."
"I'm an Interim Director," concluded Vance, looking around. "I have a department to take care. What about Mask? Her experience in the Ministry is as impressive as Amelia's record."
"No, I entered the Ministry after the war."
Everyone turned to look at Mask.
"You're a good choice," affirmed Amelia, looking thoughtful. "You don't have to worry about having a successor. Your department is relatively stable right?"
"There is no precedence for a good reason. The department work as a collective body."
"You could set the trend. It's a temporary position. Do you have any convincing reason why you should not take up this position?"
"Director Bones, I have to reveal my identity. I might be a target of attacks for the secrets I know."
"Don't you have some oath you have to take that prevents you to reveal your secrets like the DMLE?" questioned Amelia.
"We do. We're still targets nonetheless. Everyone perceives that we are still a useful source of information despite of our oaths. Moreover, my department has always strived to be kept detached from politics to remain a notion of impartiality."
"Consider, Mask. Please consider the position."
"Please, Mask. I don't know who the Wizengamot would elect. I do not want an interim leader who will hamper our progress."
"I will, Directors. You will have my answers by tomorrow."
Wordlessly, Mask left the room.
Harry spent the rest of the day, sitting next to her as she penned a letter back to Ron. Both of them agreed to inform him about Skeeter.
His Transfiguration textbook lay on his lap, largely forgotten, as he alternated between looking out of the window and at Hermione.
It was obvious from his demeanour that he was troubled.
Hermione pretended that he was not watching her. Soon, she completed the letter and she rolled up the parchment.
Sensing that she was needed, Hedwig appeared instantly at her side. The beautiful Snowy owl barked cheerfully at her, which earned her rubs on her small and round tummy.
"Hedwig, I think we might need to put you on a diet soon," whispered Hermione. "I don't think it's healthy for a bird of prey to have a distinct abdominal."
She nipped Hermione's finger in annoyance before hiding her face with a wing.
Automatically, Harry took the letter from Hermione's hand and tied it to Hedwig's leg. He opened the window. "Thanks girl. Have a safe flight."
Hedwig bobbed her head and nipped his finger affectionately.
"You can remain in Hogwarts. We'll be returning soon," added Harry. "No more treats for you."
Hedwig nipped Harry before soaring out of the window.
Wordless, Harry returned his attention to his textbook.
Hermione hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should confront Harry about his problems. It was obvious that he was unhappy about something, although he had refused to disclose it. Prior to this holiday, she would have violently wrenched it out of Harry. However, she was reminded of her own experience with a butterfly when she was five.
It was a hot summer day and she had discovered a large wriggling cocoon underneath a leaf in the gardens. She watched it with rapt interest as a small black insect was poking, prying, and pushing out of a small hole of that woollen cocoon.
She lay on her tummy and watched, curious. She heard that caterpillars underwent a magic known as metamorphosis to become butterflies, but had never witnessed one before.
She did not know how long she lay there watching, but her father soon came along. He rolled up his sleeves and lay next to her, contended to accompany her to watch it.
That was when she got anxious for the poor insect. The insect fought with all it had, trying to widen the tiny hole it had created but to no avail. It was clear that it needed help to get out.
Hastily, she ran back into her room and took a pair of scissors.
Her father was shocked when she returned to the gardens with that pair of scissors and attempted to reach for the wiggling cocoon.
Her dad stopped her immediately. There was a solemn but kind look on his face.
"Princess, sometimes, it isn't always good to be too kind, you might hurt the other person. The magic I spoke of only happens when the insect breaks free from its own constraints on its own. The experience of the struggle sets it free, sets it to discover true freedom, and sets it to spreads its new and strong wings to soar."
She didn't quite understand the reason then but she was contended to watch the insect break free from its restrains and take flight by nightfall.
It was strange that she would think of this incident when she looked at Harry. She resisted reaching out to touch him, to assure him that he could speak his mind freely before them. Contemplatively, she tapped her pen on the desk, wondering what she ought to do. With Skeeter captured, she did not have much work to do.
Harry placed the book on his lap as he stared out of the window. He looked almost despondent.
"It's bad for the book to be placed in that manner, Harry." She picked up the book and placed it carefully next to him.
Harry avoided meeting her gaze by staring at his legs. Hermione took it as a cue to give him more space. She picked the book next to her bed and flipped to the page she had stopped.
Silence filled the room.
From the corner of her eyes, Hermione noticed that he had turned away to look out of the window again. He propped his head with a hand, leaning on the window stile.
Hermione suppressed the quick burst of impatience, willing herself to return her attention to her book. He needed more space and time to centre himself. For some odd reasons, she couldn't take in a single word. She found herself re-reading the page several times.
"I'm worried for all of us."
"Pardon?" She turned to look at him.
"Mione, I'm worried for you, Sirius, Dan and Emma." He wrapped his arms around his knees as he stared at her. "I didn't realise how much things have changed in your life because of me."
"Is this about the Dursleys?"
He shook his head, lowering his head. "You can't deny that I attract trouble."
Hermione shut her book, before turning to face him.
"I-I don't want you to be hurt. I care for you. I mean I care for all of you. I don't want you to feel trapped." He frowned, staring at his hands.
Hermione shook her head vehemently. "Not trapped. Just motivated to fight."
He raised a brow, releasing his hold of his knees.
Hermione picked his hand up and examined it closely. "It isn't me to fight. I… Well, you know I was always bullied. I mean, when I was younger. I would choose to hide in a corner to read, so that those bullies won't see me."
"And flee when they made you cry," added Harry empathetically. Tenderly, he lifted her hands to his lips.
A small smile appeared on her face. "Well, I did try to take revenge on Skeeter, didn't I?"
"Because you couldn't stand the fact that you didn't know how she did it."
Hermione stared at their entwined hands. "You gave me the courage to refuse to be victimised, Harry. I want you to have the same courage. Don't think that you're our burden. We're here to help you."
"To fight? To break free from all these manipulations?" He stood up, releasing her hands. "Dursleys are in trouble because of me. I won't know what I can do if you—"
"To break free from all these manipulations," repeated Hermione firmly, meeting his gaze. "To name the world."
"What about you and your family?" challenged Harry. "I was always comforted that your parents and you will be safe as long as you remain in the non-magical world, but now..." He drew his hand his hair in frustration.
"Yes, but I rather fight. I don't want to live in fear. Why do Muggle-borns have to live in fear? Why do you need to live in fear? Shouldn't we also have the freedom to name the world?"
His eyes widened at her declaration. "Merlin, that's just barmy. It's just a tall order." He shook his head again, as if reinforcing his point.
"You've have beaten the odds. You've defeated death once—"
"I-I didn't know you believe the whole rhetoric about the boy-who-lived." Harry looked almost hurt.
Hermione shook her head. She knew that this was a sensitive topic for Harry. He didn't like others to see him as the Boy-who-lived. "I think everyone possess the ability to beat the odds. I do believe in you, Harry. You need to believe in us."
Silence filled the room.
The outrage in his face faded away. Harry turned away from her, balancing his weight on the balls of his feet.
"It's alright, Harry—"
"—No, I'm sorry for doubting you, Mione." The tone of his voice softened. "For once, I thought you were a—"
"Fan girl of the Boy-who-lived? Those books are stored somewhere else," returned Hermione with a straight face. A playful smile crawled on her face.
Harry relaxed visibly, before returning the smile. He entwined their hands together. "Oh yes. You introduced me to the idea of the Boy-who-lived."
Hermione's eye widened. "I did?"
"Ah huh."
An incessant buzzing in his pocket halted their conversation. Immediately, he withdrew his mirror.
It was Mask.
The playful mood dissipated at once.
"Is it a convenient time to speak?"
Is it safe to speak now?
He nodded, swallowing visibly.
"Are you free now? This mirror can act as a portkey?"
I have something important to tell you.
Harry nodded again. There was a sense of foreboding, as if a part of him knew that Mask wasn't delivering good news.
"Allow me access."
"Wouldn't the wards prevent you from entering?"
"OK. I'll meet you in five minutes."
Mask ended the conversation abruptly.
Harry gazed at Hermione, who was frowning.
"Let's meet her. She appears to have something important to tell you," commented Hermione, chewing on her lips." She would have expected my parents to be there too. I'll inform them. They'll want to know."
Sirius leaned on the wall, as he stared at the infuriated leader sitting by his desk. The leader of the Hit team was dressed in normal robes since he was off duty. His arms were folded before his chest threateningly. He had demanded to meet Amelia initially, until Kingsley reminded him that DMLE were involved in a more important case.
Sirius walked over to the desk and placed his hands on them. "Let me get this clear. Your team decided to follow the instructions of Albus Dumbledore and attempted to arrest Harry Potter?" questioned Sirius.
The leader met his gaze defiantly. "Team Alpha was assigned to check Number 4 Privet Drive since the report indicated that there was the use of Dark Magic. It's a non-magical neighbourhood, Black. We must take the matter seriously. Given that the only magical who lived there is Mr Harry Potter, we were merely following protocol when Dumbledore tipped us off about his return. It is within our rights to arrest him since he was resisting it."
Sirius took a deep breath. "Were you aware of the discrepancies in this case?"
"I do as…"
He reduced the distance between them.
"Within moments, Madame Hopkirk withdrew the charges and issued an invitation to Mr Potter, requesting his presence at the Ministry to assist with the investigation."
"I-I was unaware of it—"
"You take me for a fool?" growled Sirius, closing the gap between them.
"Who, in Merlin's right mind, dare to doubt Mr Dumbledore?"
"Is that your excuse?" challenged Sirius. "I can see why you're not an Auror—"
"E-excuse me—"
"Moody won't let the Aurors make this incredibly foolish mistake. Constant vigilance!"
The leader blinked owlishly.
"W-w-what do you mean?"
"THINK! Who else might be capable of the crime? I'm not paid to teach you to think."
The leader was startled for a moment. "B-b-b-but it's the Dumbledore."
"So?" challenged Sirius. He marched to the door, straightening his robes. He took a deep breath as he ran a hand through his hair to tidy up.
"Do you know who the informant is?"
"No, Undersecretary Black." He lowered his head shamefully.
Sirius expelled a breath. He wondered if he should scold him for his condescending attitude towards non-magicals. "Thank you for your time. You may leave." He nodded at the door.
Sirius collapsed into a chair when the leader of the hit team left the office. He steepled his hands together, wondering what Dumbledore might do. What was his purpose of kidnapping the Dursleys? He did not think that the captor was trying to exact revenge on behalf of Harry. He drummed his fingers on the surface of the desk. He was kept in Azkaban so that Harry would be left with his relatives. As a result, Dumbledore had free access to Harry.
He slapped both hands on the desk. "The Muggle police. What's his name? Harry mentioned it before. What is it? Gerry? Garrett? I know! I know, Garry!" A seed of panic was sowed in him. He had a bad feeling. Hastily, he transfigured his clothes into a casual suit. He flipped the mirror open with a flick of his wrist.
"Dan. Do you know how to find Garry? I think he's in trouble."
The grogginess cleared up from Dan's eyes. "You check the police station at this address. I'll check his home."
His house was the safer bet.
Sirius nodded. "Keep in contac—"He marched to the fireplace at the department, planning to head to Diagon Alley. As an afterthought, he grabbed one of the devices to send distress signals to the team and clipped it on himself.
"Wait. Hermione says that Hestia is coming over to meet Harry. Do you know why?"
Sirius shook his head. "I… I…" He paused for a moment, wondering if his godson needed him to be there for him. However, the mission was time-sensitive. "No… I need to check up on Gary. Harry wouldn't be alone, would he? Hermione and Emma will be there for him."
"Yea. Yea. OK. We'll keep in contact. I'll head to Gary's home."
With a flick of his wand, he casted a Patronus to inform Amelia of his actions.
"Merlin's name, I hope I'm in time."
Harry and Hermione were surprised to meet Hestia instead of the Mask. There was a frown on her face as if she was troubled. Quietly, she followed the teenagers to the living room after exchanging pleasantries.
Hermione shared a worried glance with Harry.
Emma offered her refreshments and waited along with the teenagers for her to speak.
She took a swig of water before placing the glass on the coffee table.
"Harry, I don't bring pleasant news." She leaned forward, staring at her clenched hands. Intentionally, she relaxed them.
Harry lifted a brow. "OK. Is this about the horcrux?"
She nodded. "The horcrux is created with a Death. It can only be destroyed by confronting Death."
"Wait, what do you mean, Hestia?"
"Yea, what do you mean?"
"How appropriate that it is Good Friday today," laughed Hestia sardonically, as if she didn't hear their questions.
"Wait. What? What does it got to do with Good Friday?" questioned Harry, looking at Hermione and Emma.
Hermione looked bemused. "Good Friday celebrates the death of Jesus Christ, who willingly went to the Cross to die so that he paid the price for the sins of the world. He did it willingly because of love."
Harry looked at his feet. "Willingly give his life up because He loved?"
"Yes," answered Hermione. "Well, He overcame death. On the third day, He rose. That's why we celebrate Easter, because Christ has triumphed over Death."
Hestia nodded. "Exactly."
"Huh?"
"I don't get the relation," confessed Emma, looking around the living room.
Hermione chewed her bottom lip furiously as she considered. Her eyes gleamed in understanding, then she covered her mouth in shock before leaping on her feet. "No…No…NO! Tell me it's not true!"
"What is it?" asked Harry, grabbing her hand. He rose slowly. He was shocked to see her in anguish. "Mione,what is it?"
Hermione turned to look at Hestia. She trembled as she stared at her. "Tell me it isn't true."
"What isn't true?" Harry looked at Hestia, then Hermione anxiously.
"Yes, what isn't true?" returned Hestia quietly, meeting Hermione's gaze.
"W-What do you…" Hermione stared at her feet, tears welling up in her eyes. "He…Harry…Harry has to die."
Harry's eyes widened immediately. He released her as if he was scorched.
"Hermione's correct. You have to die willingly, Harry." Pity embedded in her voice.
"No! No, it can't be! There must be another way! If Harry dies, then Voldemort triumphs. I don't believe that. I can't accept this. I can't accept this!"
Hestia stood up. "There is no other way! I would not have told you of this cup if there were others. There is no other way to get rid of the horcrux in Harry. If that thing isn't destroy, then we can't defeat Voldemort."
"What…what if we transferred the horcrux? Perhaps to something inanimate," pleaded Hermione, dashing the tears off her eyes.
Hestia shook her head. "It isn't possible,Hermione."
"What about a living thing? How about a living thing? Like a person? I just need to hit the library when I return to Hogwarts—"
"Hermione! Do you know what are you talking about? It is a piece of soul! The soul consumes and clings like a terrified child. We can't risk another soul!"
Her eyes blinked in surprise at the harshness of the looked at Harry. There was finality in her eyes. She took a deep breath. "He's worth it. Hestia, Harry's worth the try," affirmed Hermione.
"No. I don't want that," snapped Harry loudly. "I don't mind d-dying. I cheated death once because of my mother's love. I don't want you to try."
Hermione's tears began flowing freely. "I…I…"
He steeled his will and took a step back. "No, I'll never agree to it, Hermione."
She looked as if he had slapped her. Wordlessly, she backed off. It was clear that she was fighting her tears. She turned and dashed upstairs.
"I agree with Hermione. There must be a way. Your mum died so that you would live, Harry," concluded Emma. Her eyes were clouded with raging emotions. Her hand lingered mid-air for a moment, as if she wasn't sure if she wanted to comfort him. Finally, she lay on his shoulder and gave him a small squeeze.
Harry could see the rampant conflict in her eyes and that enhanced the warmth of her touch. Without warning, tears began to well in his eyes. He bit his lip, trying desperately not to cry.
"I won't agree to Hermione's offer," avowed Harry. "I will never ask that of her." His gaze softened.
Emma looked away, troubled.
"We'll speak later. I-II need to talk to Hermione. Excuse me for a moment." Hastily, she hurried upstairs. Harry could tell that she was crying from the way she viciously dashed the tears away.
He slumped into the armchair and stared blankly at the fire.
A sudden dip on the crouch reminded him that he wasn't alone.
"I'm trying to find a feasible way. I'm not sure death has to be literal," spoke Hestia as she sat next to him. "Besides, we're in no hurry to …"
"No, we have to find Voldemort fast and destroy him lest he hurt Sirius and Amelia. We cannot have him return to full strength. I mean…" Harry turned away. "I mean I wouldn't have minded too much before I entered Hogwarts. I can't now. I can't. I have a family." His shoulders slumped visibly.
Hestia tentatively placed her hand on his shoulder, attempting to offer some comfort to him. "I-I'm really not good at this. I… I won't instil false confidence. I believe that there is a way around it but I need time. I won't stop searching for a solution."
Harry forced himself to smile. "That's all I can ask. I don't ask for more. For a moment, I really believed that I had a whole life ahead of me. Then, reality happened. I need to wake up from it someday—"
"No, that's not what I mean—"
"If I knew that I didn't have much time, I wouldn't give Hermione false hope. It's too cruel to her."
Hestia shook her head vehemently.
"That's incredibly selfish, Harry. You don't know how blessed you are to realise the finiteness of life," smiled Hestia, staring at her hands. "Those who lived through the war might comprehend the fragility of life. Every breath we take—that's a blessing, if we look beyond the agony. We don't know how much time we have to enjoy with our loved ones, so we make the best of it. No regrets. You know, at least, you've something fond to remember the person by, rather than a list of could-bes."
His brows narrowed. "I-I-I…I don't know."
She smiled encouragingly. "You'll be fine. I know you have an incredible amount of courage. I know you'll have the valour to face this issue. You have your family and friend who would support you in this journey."
He nodded. "I know." He looked contemplative for a moment. "Do Sirius and Amelia know about it?"
"I mentioned to Amelia briefly. She's so swamped with work."
"I'd think so. I don't think the wizarding community would react very well to the news that Voldemort isn't quite dead."
Hestia rose to her feet gracefully. "Well, I have said my piece. I need to go. Thanks for the t-tea?"
Harry smiled, walking her to the door. "I appreciate the time."
"You'll be fine. I know you will be."
Harry nodded. "Thank you."
Sirius resisted slamming his hand on the desk. The officer at the station informed him that Gary was missing after he realised that he was one of them. The identification of Aurors were modified to display that they worked for the Queen if they needed to seek for assistance from their non-magical counterpart. Ironically, that was the result from Sirius's escape from Azkaban.
"I'm sorry. We're trying to contact his family. Please give us some time."
"Do you know what cases he is involved with?" enquired Sirius, leaning on the desk.
The officer considered for a moment. "A unique domestic abuse case. It was supposed to be wrapped up by the next working day. We have gathered enough evidence for the Crown Prosecutor." He walked to the desk and looked through the stacks of files on his table. He found the file on the desk. His thick brows narrowed. "Wait, this isn't right."
"What?"
"Someone has tampered with the report."
Sirius's eyes widened open. "Is this the only report?" The tampered file suggested that the incidents were indeed related to Dumbledore. The sloppy method of tampering suggested that the perpetrator knew very little about the procedures of the non-magical police.
"T-this is the original. We could retrace our steps. I don't know if the Crown Prosecutor has a copy. It's a mess. Wait. You are here because you suspect foul play?"
"I think you need to alert your superiors. The Dursleys are missing since yesterday. I'm certain that your officer might share the same fate," concluded Sirius darkly.
"What do you mean? I don't understand. Isn't this a simple domestic abuse case?"
"He's a responsible officer right? I mean you said that just now. It's unlike him to MIA."
"I…I will alert our superiors. He's one of us. We'll handle this."
Sirius thanked them before leaving the station. He needed to talk to Skeeter quickly to see if he could convince her to tail Dumbledore.
Quickly, he headed to the closest Apparation point.
Within moments, he had stepped into the house he had sworn never to return. The gas lamps and the large overhead chandelier lighted up the long hallway. While it lack the grandiose he remembered when he was still a kid, the hallway looked clean. It was clear that Winky and Dobby had spent a lot of time cleaning up the place but their efforts could not hid the fact that it was abandoned for a long time.
Dobby and Winky appeared at once. "Good evening, Sir. Welcome home."
Sirius smiled warmly. "Uh…thanks. Do you know where the journalist is?"
Dobby looked infuriated.
"That nosy woman is upstairs, sir. Dobby bring you."
Sirius smiled. "That will be much appreciated."
"Do Sir need anything? Winky haven't been a good elf."
Sirius shook his head. "You did good. I imagine it must be very dififcult."
Winky smiled at the praise.
"I wouldn't mind if you remove the decorations like the heads and the serpents."
"Yes,Sir."
"Dobby took the crazy woman down. Put her in attic," nodded Dobby vigorously. "Scolds Sir bad things."
"Oh. I see. Dobby, take me to Skeeter. Thank you for your hard work."
Happily, Dobby took him upstairs.
"We is used magic to keep her in sleep."
Sirius smiled warmly. "Good job. That is very smart of you."
"Winky helps." His bat ears flapped happily. "Here."
Sirius stepped into the room. He noticed that they had placed her in one of the guest rooms. Winky had cleaned her up but she remained unconscious. With a spell, he awakened her after binding her with magic.
He summoned a chair and sat next to her.
Slowly, she regained conscious. Immediately, she focused on him.
"You! Sirius Black…" She searched for her wand but found herself tied up.
"If you attempt to flee, we will release the news that you're an unregistered animagus," announced Sirius nonchalantly. "Why were you at the house?"
"I- Why should I tell you?"
"Because you wouldn't the world to know how you collect your intelligence," retorted Sirius casually.
She looked away.
"Do you need magical aid to spill?" threatened Sirius. "I can assure you that I'm an adequate potion brewer."
"I was following Dumbledore."
"I thought so too," quipped Sirius, surprising her. He smiled. "I have no interest in what you used to do but I can overlook everything if you make an Unbreakable vow."
"What? An Unbreakable vow?"
"I do not care for your well-being. I'm not concerned with your protest," interrupted Sirius abruptly. "You might be interested in my offer though. Merlin, you might even receive recognition."
It peak her interest immediately.
She sighed theatrically. "What are the terms?"
Sirius smirked. With a flourish of a wand, a parchment appeared before her.
"You want me to tail Dumbledore? I'm allowed to write an article about what I have discovered about him," clarified Skeeter with disbelief.
"Hermione Granger and I have the power to vet through all your articles," added Sirius.
"That's an outrage! What about –"
"You have to earn it," smirked Sirius. "Do you need more time to think? Let me warn you. You're wasting precious time. Things are changing very fast."
"What do you mean?"
He shrugged. "You're the journalist."
"There isn't anyone who could bind us," bit Skeeter.
"So do I have your agreement?"
She turned away. "Yes! You win. You win! Now, when will you free me?"
He smiled, rising to his feet. Dobby was waiting for him outside of the room.
"Sir, Missus Jones in library. Does Sir want Dobby to get Missus Jones?"
He shook his head, choosing to find her himself. He was surprised to see his childhood friend kneeling in the library, tears gushing down her cheeks. Despite her distress, she desperately try to keep her tears from ruining the books.
"Hestia! What's wrong?" Immediately, he wrapped his arms around her. "Is something wrong?"
"I don't know. I don't know if I can help him."
"What do you mean?"
"Harry."
Sirius quelled his anxiety. Hastily, he grabbed the book and glanced through the page. The words on the page knocked him breathless.
"H-harry has to die?" croaked Sirius, collapsing besides her. "Wait. Why?" Desperately, he flipped through the pages. The anxiety faded for a moment. "No, he has to confront Death willingly."
Hestia dabbed her tears off her eyes. "What do you mean?"
"He has to meet Death," replied Sirius. "Summoning Death has a price to pay though." He walked to the library and began searching for a particular book impatiently. "You have to make a sacrifice to appease Death." He racked his hand through his hair. "I don't know where the book is."
"What about promising the destruction of someone who cheated Death?"
Sirius halted his actions and stared at her.
"You know, Harry could promise to end Voldemort's life."
"He's fourteen! You want to make him a murderer?"
"Sirius, you remember the prophecy right? The DMLE is trying to destroy him. If we planned carefully, we can push Voldemort to the brink of despair."
"To what ends, Hestia?"
"To destroy him for good. He needs to be absolutely desperate to put all his chips in."
Sirius paced back and forth, his arms behind his back. He paused before the fire.
"Merlin's name. It's insane. I…"
"I'll accept the position of Interim Minister for Magic," concluded Hestia determinedly. She rose to her feet. "I'll accept the position."
Sirius lifted his brows. "Wait, you were offered the position of the Minister for Magic? Why? Is Fudge ousted from office?"
She nodded.
"Should I cower before Minister Jones?"
A small smile appeared on her face. "I didn't want to accept it because I thought I might be more useful as Mask. Amelia needs someone to support her."
Sirius closed the distance between them. "Why?"
"Why?" echoed Hestia.
"Why are you supporting Amelia?"
"It's right. Besides, I owe it to you and your father," returned Hestia sombrely.
Sirius looked away. "Thanks."
Hestia smiled. "Do you need some help? Winky said that you were speaking to Skeeter."
He nodded. "Yea. I need you to bind us. I want her to make an Unbreakable vow."
She lifted a brow before gesturing to him to lead the way. "You need to head home after this. Harry needs you."
For once, he felt overwhelmed. He had many matters to see to. He couldn't imagine how Amelia deal with them. Sirius's mind returned to Gary and the Dursleys. Secretly, he hoped that they were safe.
A/N : Hello! I apologize for the long delay. It has been a difficult half a year for me. I hope 2014 was good for you though. It's one of the longest time that I halted writing. I was really lost and I needed the time to rediscover myself. Interestingly, I managed to produce a terrible play ( taking a leaf out of Samuel Beckett's book) for my coursework, besides participating in one.
Well, thanks for the support.
Happy New year!