Disclaimer: See chapter 1 (Spoiler, I own nothing in this story)
"So, what brings an assistant professor to my door this time of night?" Julie Clearwater asked, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed and smirk on her face.
The two of them had been meeting once or twice a week for the last few months, mostly good-natured complaining about the kids at Hogwarts (students for Xander or customers for Julie) or sharing juicy gossip within their respective circles (Hogwarts for Xander, Hogsmeade for Julie) while they took a run around the lake or the village. They occasionally talked about the political atmosphere at the school and in the Ministry, but usually avoided it because it became too depressing.
However, Julie quickly saw, Xander wasn't dressed for running, and it was well after dark. He could transfigure his clothes into something more appropriate, but in all their runs together, he'd never done that. Xander always came dressed for exercise.
"What's the matter?"
"I just got some bad news, Julie. A . . . mentor I'd guess you call her, just let me know that she's dying. Probably won't last more than a few months, nothing anyone can do," Xander stretched the truth. Morgan's identity and fate weren't his to share, so he misled her slightly.
"I'm sorry, Xander," she consoled before turning to the side to invite him in, non-verbally. During one of their runs a few weeks back Xander talked about the vampires of Sunnydale. They didn't have much of a problem with them in England, but Julie wouldn't take the chance, not with the current environment.
"Thanks. I'm not even sure why I came here."
"You wanted to talk, obviously, and you didn't trust anyone in the castle, or didn't trust that someone wouldn't eavesdrop." The fact that Julie was exactly right bothered Xander for some reason.
"Were you a Ravenclaw, or just really good as psychology?" It came out harsher than Xander meant, but his companion shrugged it off.
"Neither. Hufflepuff, but my second year I was in the Wampus house in Ilvermorny while visiting my great-grandparents in America. They were dying, old age, and my mom wanted me to know them before they were gone. They had a shop on the school grounds, and volunteered in the school library, so I got to visit and study with them every day. They passed away at the end of the school year, I think they held on as long as they did just to see me finish my school year." She had started preparing some tea as she talked.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. With Umbridge and the students and Voldemort's attacks, it's been a stressful week. Since you seem all insightful-ey today, if you could help a lot of people in the future, but that means not being able to help people now, would you do it?"
"I'm sure you could be more vague if you tried," Julie playfully joked before turning more serious. "Probably not. If I don't help the people now, who knows if there will be people in the future. The long game is good and all, but it doesn't mean much if you lose lives the short game. Dumbledore tried to recruit my parents during the Voldemort's first time through, but they didn't like how he took a long view. I guess it's needed, strategy and all that, but chess isn't that great of a game when you're a pawn."
"It sucks not being to help everyone," Xander commented after a few minutes of silence, thoughtful and calmer at Julie's words of advice.
"Yes, it does. We just do the good we can, right now, and hope we can do the same in the future." She brought the tea over the couch Xander was sitting on, both sipping the hot drink. "So, any other dreary decisions to make, or only that one?"
"No, only that one, at least for tonight," Xander laughed. "So, want to go for a run tonight?"
Julie shook her head. "Not tonight, I already bathed. If you want to stay, I was about to watch a play."
"A play?" Xander asked.
"Yup. One of my cousins obtained a magical portrait of the Globe Theater during Taming of the Shrew, with the original Shakespeare cast. The actors are always willing to perform, with the appropriate amount of cheering. So if you have some time to spare, and can cheer loudly, want to watch Shakespeare work his magic?"
Gently, the nurse placed the letter her patient's daughter sent him next to his bed. Every week, without fail, Luna Lovegood would send her comatose father a letter updating him of what she had done that week, and what she planned in the upcoming days. When one of the nurses got a spare moment, they would open the letter and read it to him. They liked to think it helped him stay connected to this world, especially after all that he sacrificed for his daughter. Few wizards in the world would dare give up their magic and their life for their child.
The rising sun was shrouded by the seemingly endless morning fog, casting an eerie glow around the castle. The prying eyes in the towers, up early because of their curiosity or insomnia, couldn't make out Xander returning to the school through the mist. Julie had offered him her guest bedroom for the night after the portrait performance had concluded to their enthusiastic applause. The morning was chilly, especially compared to California, but it had been a while since the cold bothered him, and this morning he had a special bounce in his step.
The constant dimming effect of the Dark Side over the castle seemed a bit darker, but not terribly so. Hogwarts was still a beacon of the Light Side, but it wasn't as bright as it was during the beginning of the school year. It was that, plus the fact that Xander was distracted by memories of last night, that he missed the first two bodies lying in the eaves of the hallway. The third and fourth ones, however, were less hidden. Xander sprinted towards the closest one and quickly checked for a pulse and any visible injuries. Luckily, the boy was alive, he wasn't in his history class so probably a third year Ravenclaw, based on the uniform and apparent age. Xander guess was he was stunned, so Xander moved on to the other bodies he saw.
A total of five students, from all the houses and all from different years, were in the second floor hallway, all stunned but alive and otherwise unharmed. Xander called a Hogwarts elf to him, and sent them to fetch the Nurse from her office. Based on past experience, it would take her about 5 minutes to get there. Carefully and quickly, Xander studied the crime scene, trying to divine what happened. He looked around quickly to make sure he was alone before moving over to the painting on the wall that would have had a view of the unconscious students.
While the artwork currently was empty (it wasn't hard to magically force an occupant from their painting if one wanted discretion, like before one attacked students), but every Hogwarts painting held a brief record of what happened in front of it that he, as headmaster, was able to activate in a playback option. It didn't store the images long, no more than twenty four hours, but it did allow for a quick and non-admissible-in-court peek at what had occurred. When Xander activated it, the small cottage with trees rustling in a light breeze that was the painting shimmered out of existence, replaced by a mirror. With a wave of his wand, Xander started running the mirror in reverse, watching himself arrive at the scene, in reverse, then several hours of nothing. Xander was able to fast forward back, until there was a flurry of action. Xander restarted the mirror quickly, taking note that the time was about 8pm the night before, after he had left the castle and just a short time before curfew.
There were a few dozen students walking down the hall, nothing of import for now, then the three students, obviously friends, stopped on the far wall to chat. There was no audio, but Xander suspected it was normal teenage talk, probably not too different from when he was that age. From off to the side, a quick succession of three red stunner bolts flew through the air, expertly hitting all three students within seconds of each other. Argus Filch, wand in hand, strode into view, and poured something down the throats of the closest student. Once that was done, the student began to move, and it looked like Filch was questioning the student, who was probably under a calming or truth potion, or both, based on the glazed over look. Knowing he only had little time before Pomfrey arrived, Xander hurried through the interrogation of all three students. At the end, Filch cast three more spell, one at each of them, then moved out of frame, presumably to where the other two ones were hidden in the alcoves. Xander couldn't tell exactly what spell they were because of the angles.
It might have been someone else attacking those two students, or they might have been attacked and hidden before or after this attack. It might have been Filch, or someone polyjuiced to look like the custodian, or hidden otherwise. It was just impossible tell from the angle of the painting. It was a well known secret that Filch could do little to no magic, but that might just be a ruse. So many unknowns, and the viewing did little to help answer the many questions he had. Hearing footsteps, Xander knew he was out of time and quickly erased the mirror and the cottage reappeared in the frame.
"My goodness, what is going on?" Madame Pomfrey asked, not hesitating to begin an examination of the fallen students.
"Not sure, I found them here like this. I felt for their pulse so I knew they were alive, but otherwise left them to the experts to take care of." Xander answered. He knew what he had to do next, but loathed the very idea.
"I don't suppose you know where our 'headmaster' is," Xander asked, including air quotes with his fingers, though the reference was probably lost on the nurse. "I suppose she needs to be informed of the attack."
"For what good it'll do," Pomfrey muttered under her breath, not meant to be overheard.
"Hem hem, what was that, Poppy?" The sudden appearance of the ugly toad startled them both slightly, but not as much as Umbridge walking companion, Filch himself. Xander knew that Filch was involved, or someone impersonating him, but either way, Umbridge showing up here with him, now, it tingled his spidey-senses. Something was wrong, seriously wrong.
"Headmistress, I found these students lying here, apparently stunned," Xander explained, letting the nurse work without interruption. He hated to do it, but he needed to play along for now. He could take care of himself, but there were dozens of students who would suffer if he didn't toe the line. Too much was going on to start a fight with Umbridge now, not with him not knowing what was going on. "Thankfully none of their injuries seem life threatening. I summoned our nurse to check on them, and we had just agreed that you would need to be disturbed so that you could be informed of this, and so that you could find the perpetrators."
"Oh, I'm sure I'll get to the bottom of everything, Lord Black. Poppy, Filch will assist you in bringing the students to the infirmary. Lord Black, please come with me, I'll need to interview you about the events," Dolores Umbridge, High Inquisitor and would be Headmistress of Hogwarts, sweetly demanded in the form of a request. It was some type of trap, Xander was sure of it, but he couldn't figure out what. He could go along with it and play dumb, or refuse the toad and raise suspicions. If only the school wasn't so clouded with the dark side of the force, if only he had time to figure out the best path.
"Very well, unless Poppy thinks she needs more help moving the students," Xander tried to divert. He really did not want to be in the same room as the malignant toad, if he could avoid it.
"Oh, I'm sure she'll manage with Argus. Now, let us go to my quarters so we may talk," Umbridge redirected. She was evil, but she was a master manipulator, and she was holding a better hand than Xander was. Their walk was short and silent, the overabundance of pink and cats creeping Xander out even more once he entered her domain.
"Now Lord Black, would you like some tea?" Dolores offered with a sugar laced tone. Xander wanted to gag at how obviously insincere it was.
"I'm fine, thank you." Xander refused.
"Tut tut, nonsense, it's no trouble at all," she continued preparing a cup of tea, her back to Xander and her body obscuring her movements. Xander's survival instinct screamed at him not to drink, to run away or to attack now, but a voice in his conscious, who sounded a lot like Revan, whispered this was an opportunity to gather intelligence on his opponent.
"Well, if you insist," Xander conceded. Promptly, Umbridge handed him a teacup and saucer, both pink, which Xander took but did not drink. He heightened his Force senses as high as they would go without extending radius of what he was sensing. In essence, he had near perfect understanding of the office room, but was blind beyond the door.
"Drink up, dear," Dolores ordered. Xander touched the liquid in the cup to his mouth, lips tightly sealed, then pulled away quickly.
"Ohh, that is hotter than I'm used to. I'll let it cool while I tell you what I saw." Xander noted the anger and frustration at his lack of drinking, and knew his suspicions of poisoning were probably correct. He continued talking before she could cast a cooling charm it. "Anyway, I was walking the halls when I saw the five students lying unconscious. I sent for the nurse first, then checked to see if they were alive, then once Pomfrey showed up you showed up. Not much more to tell."
"Let me cool the tea for you, can't have you burning your tongue." Umbridge cast the cooling charm, then motioned for him to drink. Again, Xander pretended to drink,using the Force to keep the liquid firmly in the bottom of the cup and out of his mouth. Knowing he could only play Hot or Cold for so long, Xander drew on countless hours of practice in High School and glazed his eyes over, guessing whatever Umbridge was dousing him with had the same symptoms as the students, most likely their truth serum. Her smirk and smug aura told Xander he was on the right path.
"Any other questions?" Xander asked slightly slower than normal, and in more of a monotone. While still focusing on Umbridge, he did let his senses explore the room. There were several drawers in her desk that seemed to reek of darkness, as well as within a closet. He had learned that objects used for evil, even if they are benign to begin with, will keep the dark aura around them. A regular sword used to fight vampires would be light, while another regular sword used to kill innocents would be dark. An sword never used was neutral. Whatever was in those places was used for evil.
"Where do you go when you leave the school grounds at night?" Umbridge asked, trying, and failing, to be casual about it. She must have fallen for his ruse then.
"I walk or run outside the school, visit some people in Hogsmeade, and sometimes go to London to take care of Family Business," Xander answered. It was mostly true, and could even be perceived as truth, but vague enough to not be helpful. Umbridge scowled at the non-answer.
"Why are you really at Hogwarts?" she asked. Xander suspected this was probably a test. She might well know of his medical condition, so if he didn't reveal it, she'd know he wasn't actually under her control.
"To help remove a magical parasite from my system, Hogwart's wards is curing me," Xander informed. Dolores seemed neither surprised nor interested in his actual reply, meaning she already knew. Xander had to wonder exactly how she knew that too. Who did she get that information from? He had taken great pains to keep it hidden from her specifically and the ministry in general.
"What is the Family Business you were discussing?" she demanded. Xander could, at this moment, legally declare a blood feud for the invasive question, but he decided to play along to see what else she knew and didn't know.
"Matters of family succession, to determine who should be my heir and successor should I die. Meetings with the goblins over securing a new vault and to discuss the Lovegood vault, and to determine what actions my proxies have been taking and should take in the future." Plausible enough for her to believe, and enough truth mixed in for her not to suspect his real activities as Darth Variace.
"What are your plans against the Ministry?"
"None. I plan on working with them against Voldemort, who is trying to destroy the pureblood way of life." That got a shocked reaction out of the toad, and Xander almost smiled at her confusion at his answer. He doubted anyone ever suspected Voldemort's true plans.
"Explain what you mean," Xander wasn't sure if her screech didn't break the glass windows because they were magically protected or some other reason, but it did bring the focus off of his life, giving him time to regroup his thoughts while explaining what he had figured out over the last few months. He idly wondered how the Purebloods could not have spotted what Voldemort had really been up too. Had they no guile? No, Daphne and Tracy were proof enough that they did have that. Maybe it was just a lack of common sense. That didn't seem to fit either. More likely a desire not to see the overwhelmingly obvious. That was probably it.
"Voldemort is using the purebloods of England to kill each other, supposedly to rid the world of non-magicals or magicals with non-magical families, but the end goal is to weaken Magical Britain enough that it will implode under its own weight. Using tactics commonly known to muggles, which he probably learned while in his muggle orphanage growing up, he used his followers to steadily destroy multiple pureblood family lines, both of his followers and of his supposed enemies. I suspect he wanted revenge on the wizarding world for a multitude of perceived wrongs he experienced." Xander finished his lecture and waited.
He expected it might take her a few minutes to process his revelation, if she even believed it at all. Only time would tell, but the brief break gave him more time to review her office and figure out what her game was. What was her point, why try this now? In all, he got about 8 minutes of watching her sit, think, jot some notes down, and even make a hushed floo delivery of a letter, much longer than what he thought necessary.
When a return letter came back, and Umbridge smiled, a thought crossed Xander's mind. What if this was less about getting answers from him, and more about delaying him. Xander tried to remember how long Veritasium lasted, and if he could chance pretending to break free. When another letter arrived through the fireplace moments after the first, Xander knew he had to chance it.
"What was, did you put something in my drink?" Xander asked in a nearly groggy voice. He'd never seen the poison used on anyone, and the description Snape had made him read was rudimentary at best as to symptoms, so he figured he could only fake it for a bit longer.
"Yes, my dear boy, and you'll address me by my actual title, Headmistress. I'll have you know that your stint as the secret headmaster is over." The shock on Xander's face must have shown, because she began laughing the 'Bad Guy Cackle' as she pointed her already drawn wand at him. "It took some doing in tracking you down, quite a bit of effort in fact, but we confirmed it was you when you accessed the portrait playback. From there it was simple to get the Board of Governors to remove you and reinstate myself. Now, if you'll be so kind as to hand over your wand without a fuss, the aurors would like to have words with you."
This changed things. Xander slowly raised his hands. He glanced behind her shoulder, squinting as if to make something out before widening his eyes in fear. She fell for the classic ruse, and the moment she turned her head to look, Xander sent a Force Push her way, knocking her off of her feet. A spell flashed towards him before she hit the ground, he wasn't sure what it was, but he ducked behind her desk and pulled out his own wand and lightsaber. He didn't have much of a plan, and didn't have much of an objective, mostly survive. Two more dark colored spells soared over his head, showering him with stone fragments from where they hit the wall behind him.
Xander Force Kicked the desk towards Umbridge, who apparated away with a pop. A second pop behind Xander was all the warning he got before being hit with thick thorny vines made of metal, some sort of conjuration. The barbs dug into his skin, and his lightsaber was knocked out of his hand. While he was focusing on managing the burning pain, Umbridge summoned his wand from his other hand. He had underestimated the witch, greatly. "Tut tut, little boy. You think I made it where I was without being prepared? I did my research, and now there are many more charges to add when the aurors arrest you."
Xander struggled to get free, which only increased the pain he felt, and the caused him to see red. The dark side of the Force beckoned him, telling him to embrace the pain, use it to smite the sneer off her pathetic face. Glancing around for something, anything, to make his escape, he saw within the ruins of the desk three items that made his blood boil. Two blood quills, and a parchment that read "I must not tell lies". He could tell the writing was in blood. He could tell it was from a student.
Xander gave into his anger and embraced the Dark Side.
With a roar, Xander gripped the steel vines between his hands and pulled, funneling the gouts of pain into the Force he held, then channeled it back into his muscles. A single wrench was all that was needed for Xander to break his bonds, and just as quickly he summoned his lightsaber and wand to his hands. Igniting his weapon and stowing his wand, Xander threw Force Lightning at Umbridge, but she had already apparated away. He could sense, though, that she was still close by. His hand still sparking, he raced to follow her. He blew past a group of students on their way to breakfast, literally blowing them into the walls, though not enough to harm them, probably. It didn't take long before he caught up to her, she was surrounded by a dozen first years, all terrified and crying.
"You used a blood quill on them, on my students, didn't you?" Xander snarled. He couldn't believe the audacity of this women. Of her stupidity. Did she not realize what she could have done to them? She could have caused irreversible harm.
"It was the only way to teach them, the little cretins don't respond to anything else but pain." Umbridge answered, her wand switching between pointing at Xander and pointing at the students. She was becoming more unhinged as this confrontation escalated. "They had to learn, they all have to learn, to respect authority."
"You could have damaged their cores, or was that part of your plan?" Xander seethed, sparks dancing off his skin and striking the nearby walls. The students not being held hostage wisely backing away from him.
"I did what was necessary to teach a lesson," Dolores affirmed, either to Xander, the students, or herself, he wasn't sure.
Rage surged through him, begging him to strike her down, avenge the wrongs done to his charges. It would have been so easy, but in that moment, Alexander Lavelle Black, formerly Harris, son of Satelle and Regulus, heir to the Black line and Jedi legacy, received clarity. The Force granted him a third or fourth sight, to see the truth of the situation.
Dolores Umbridge didn't know what she had done. She didn't know that using a blood quill on an underage witch or wizard could permanently damage their magical core. She had done it out of anger and fear, but also out of ignorance. She was guilty of many things, and should be punished for them, but intentionally damaging a student's magic wasn't one of them.
The students surrounding her were innocent of anything major. Sure, some did pranks and there was a bully or two. A few had tried cheating, but in the grand scheme, they didn't deserve to be hostages.
And Xander saw himself. Despite being consumed with the dark side, eating away at his reason, overwhelming and controlling his actions, a single spike of the light side reached out to him. This was it. This was the Jedi trial his mother and Raven told him about. This was the moment he needed, to decide what type of force user he was going to be, Sith or Jedi. A choice only he could make, and he had to make now.
Taking a deep breath, Xander disengaged his lightsaber and drew his wand. He wouldn't need his lightsaber, not for this. He couldn't need it.
"Dolores Umbridge, you have violated the first educational decree, which has placed the magical and physical health of students under your charge in jeopardy. As a member of the Board of Governors, I am placing you under arrest until such time that the proper authorities can interrogate you according to custom." Xander's voice, calm, cool, and collected, rang out for all the hall to hear and sent metaphysical shock waves through them. Internally, the anger was still there, but it had to go through the focusing lens of reason before escaping to his actions.
Of all the things Xander could have said, he had picked the thing that confused his target the most. For her, what did spell checking quills have to do with anything? It was enough, though, that Xander could execute his plan.
With a sweep of his hand, the dozen students between the two of them were pushed away, gently cushioning them so they didn't get hurt. At the same moment, he sent a string of relatively harmless spells at Umbridge, meant to confuse and overwhelm her defenses. She deflected two and the rest bounced off her conjured shield, a few hitting the nearby kids. One student began laughing uncontrollably, another grew an impressive beard. Unfortunately, Dolores started out with something more lethal. Blasting and Piercing curses rained down on him, and while he could block most of them with the Force or his wand, some of them he had to allow to hit him to prevent them from striking the bystanders behind him who hadn't yet fled the battle. A gash to his right shin joined his innumerable bleeding puncture wounds from the metal vines, followed closely by two lacerations to his left shoulder.
Xander wasn't just defending himself, though. For every spell Umbridge cast, two came from Xander's wand. His, however, were more prank spells than combat, but they served their purpose of distracting the High Inquisitor and preventing her from casting anything that might kill or maim a student. After several more tense seconds, the coast was clear of collateral damage, and Xander let out another string of spells he and Morgan Le Fay had worked out. The first two pierced and broke Umbridge's shield, the third flew over her head, and the last created a cloud of dust surrounding her. Predictably, a light gale from Umbridge's wand pushed the dust towards Xander, and a loud thud echoed throughout the corridor. Xander held ready for a few seconds more, before dispelling his conjured cover. Towering over the unconscious Umbridge was Xander's conjured stone golem, the third spell in the sequence. Simply done, the golem punched her in the back of the head, she never even expected a physical attack when her magical shield was broken.
Xander slumped over. He was tired, bleeding, and in intense pain. Luckily, some of the students had run to gather Pomfrey, again, so he only had to wait a minute before she showed up, again. When the school nurse glanced at Umbridge while pulling out a blood replenishing potion from her belt, Xander simply told her "She used blood quills on students." It was enough to flare her nostrils and ignore the other woman for the time being. After treating Xander's numerous wounds, and warning him to take it easy for the next few days, she started to check on the other students in the hall.
"Professor Black," a voice from the student crowd, gathered to witness the aftermath of the duel, called out. They parted to let Harry, Ron, and Hermione through. "We need to talk, in private."
Xander quickly, at least for him, his back still hurt from the fight, herded them into the side classroom. He cast a few of the privacy charms on the room, meant to notify of spying than prevent it. They weren't as good as the ones he had access to as headmaster, but they would do for now.
"As you know, Harry has a connection with Voldemort," Hermione began.
"I saw Voldemort torturing Sirius in the Ministry of Magic," Harry interrupted. "He wanted something from him, but Sirius wouldn't give it up. We have to go help him."
"You know it's a trap, right?" Xander asked offhandedly. Hermione slapped Harry's shoulder as if to say 'See, I told you so.'
"You can't know that for sure," Harry protested vehemently.
"Well, it smells like a trap, with the uproar here at school and the incoming aurors it's positioned perfectly to be a trap, and I know for a fact that Sirius is outside the country on a date, and Sirius loves his nookie. There is no way he'd be in England, unless he thought you were in danger, and he hasn't contacted me so he wouldn't think that. Trust me, it's a trap." Xander explained.
"But what if you're wrong? Are you just going to let him get tortured?" Harry pleaded.
"Course not, I'm going to go spring the trap. If it is a trap, then there are going to be boatloads of death eaters there, and I'm going to take them out."
"We're going with you," Harry announced, the other two backing him up with head nods.
"Nope," Xander countered, loudly popping the 'P'. "There are going to be aurors swarming all over here very soon, probably intent on taking over the school for the Ministry. Probably why the trap was set for now in the first place, Voldemort knew the Ministry would be empty. You need to stay here, and tell the aurors everything you know about Umbridge, especially her using the blood quills on you. If you can't do that, if the aurors become hostile, gather your friends into the Chamber or our training room, anyone that the Ministry might have a grudge against. It's going to be a mess sorting it out Hogwarts, but Voldemort's trap is for you, not for me, and the death eaters won't be prepared for me. Keep Hogwarts safe, keep the kids safe, and let me worry about Voldemort."
They looked uncertain, especially Harry, but they all nodded. Xander took a moment to question Harry about the supposed vision he had of Sirius' torture, and after reassuring them once more, before heading to his office. Luckily, Umbridge hadn't taken his floo connection yet, and he was able to escape through the fireplace to the sounds of incoming aurors. He trusted Poppy to explain about the blood quills, and the students around the fight should corroborate her story. This was his chance, though, to strike a blow to the death eaters themselves. He still felt a tiny bit woozy from the blood loss and the subsequent potions, but he'll be able to pull through it quickly enough.
"Kreacher, get my armor ready. We're invading the Ministry in ten minutes." Xander sat down at the kitchen table and began to eat some of the food spread out. Somehow, there was always fresh fruit and meat ready for him whenever he came home from Hogwarts. The small meal would help him regain some of the strength he lost.
"Yes Master, we will be ready." Kreacher's maniacal laughter that followed that worried Xander slightly, but the elf had always hated the Ministry. Fed and slightly rested, Xander strode to his room to prepare for the trap he was walking into.
"My fellow Black Elves. The order has been given. The Black Elf Regime will march with our master and destroy the House Elf Alliance within the Ministry. Rise up, Elves, Rise up and prepare for war."