I don't own Harry Potter n shit, neither do I own the Madness Combat series by Krinkels. I also don't have a concrete idea of pairings, so take the ones shown as a grain of salt.
Chapter 2
Amelia Bones, the newly instated Ministry of Magic looked down balefully at the wealth of paperwork that had appeared on her desk after she had left for a quick bathroom break. She had been working overtime to fix the overwhelming number of different mistakes and oversights Fudge had made during his time as Minister and was already slightly regretting the fact that she had taken the job. Wizarding Britain had been in an outrage and Cornelius Fudge had ended up being sacked after Voldemort's return with proof provided by Michael Potter's memories, backed up by the word of the legendary Albus Dumbledore.
Amelia stretched out her arms above her head, before deciding that there had been enough work today, and that she probably head home to the Bones Manor. A quick Tempus spell revealed that the time was 12:38 AM and she quickly packed her things, and headed out, accompanied by her escorts, Dawlish and Shacklebolt, two dependable aurors. As she made her way to the floo, bidding goodbye to her escort, she was stopped by the current Head of the DMLE.
Amelia blinked in surprise as a beautiful woman with s cascade of shiny black hair and enchanting violet eyes approached her, with a face that betrayed no feelings. Bellatrix Black stopped in front of her and Amelia could not help but find herself slightly self-conscious as she looked upon the gorgeous visage of the woman in front of her. Bellatrix was in her 40s and yet, she looked to only be in her mid-20s or so. That was not to say Amelia herself was not a looker too. Many men within the Wizengamot and more had long felt awed by the beauty of their new Minister, but none had vocalized anything, fearful of her demeanor and reputation as a cold, tough witch.
"Bellatrix, what a surprise. Did you need me for something?" Amelia prompted, a bit impatient to get home to her niece, Susan Bones.
"Why yes, Minister Bones, you and I have been rather busy today, what with the passing of power. I just wanted to let you know that we have finally been able to establish contact with MACUSA. They have agreed to send aid to us against the Dark Lord," Bellatrix replied impassively.
"That's... good news. Could this not have waited till morning?" asked Amelia, a bit confused as to why she had decided to let her know as she was ready to leave.
"Unfortunately, the reason I need to talk to you is because their president has decided that she wants some stipulations if she is to provide aid, and she wants a meeting," replied Bellatrix, this time showing annoyance at their need to appease the president to secure her help against Voldemort's forces.
"Right, the Americans are 5 hours behind us, it's still the evening for them. Let's get this over with," Amelia sighed, kissing her plans of getting some sleep goodbye.
"Are you sure you want to acquiesce their demands, it would make us look weak," mouthed Bellatrix, pursing her lips.
"No, we need their help. Despite the nightmare that was the First Wizarding War against You-Know-Who, those nobles from the continental ministries are barely providing any aid at all. With the Dark Lord's forces possibly even greater than before and with sympathizers in every corner, we're going to need every able body that we can get," growled Amelia in frustration. "The Americans have always been more tolerant of muggleborns and the like, they are far less likely to have pureblood agenda sympathizers amongst their crowd,"
Bellatrix nodded in agreement and the two headed to the floo to speak to President Sapphira.
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I am a linebreak lol
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"Greetings President Picquery," Amelia started, making sure to be polite.
"Ah, Minister Bones, good evening. Or I guess I should say, good night for you, eh?" Picquery replied, a slight smile on her beautiful face.
'What is with it with all these older witches looking absolutely stunning,' huffed Amelia in her mind as she witnessed the president of MACUSA's very attractive face.
Shaking away her stray thoughts, Amelia queried, "I heard from my Head of the DMLE that you wanted to discuss terms regarding your aid against the Dark Lord?"
"Ah yes, I'll make it frank as I don't think you're the type to beat around the bush and neither am I. I want my help to be completely autonomous, they will have full rights to act as they wish against the Dark Lord's forces," stated Picquery, an almost condescending lilt to her voice.
Amelia frowned and immediately stated strongly, "That's outrageous, I cannot just give your aurors free reign in my Ministry. President Picquery, I am glad to discuss terms, but this is quite a ridiculous demand. Do you not understand the gravity of the situation? The Dark Lord is more powerful than ever and if he finishes with Britain, you know he'll target the United States eventually, with your high population of muggleborns,"
"Ah, but Minister Bones, you misunderstand me. I do fully agree with you that Voldemort is a great threat, but I also know you have no capacity to refuse my demands. I have heard that there are many sympathizers for the Dark Lord's cause in continental ministries. Foreign aid in your country seems to be at an all time low. And, let's not delude ourselves that you do not need the help. Before your Boy-Who-Lived vanquished the enemy, Wizarding Britain was very much on the backfoot, almost conquered with corruption everywhere in the Ministry and enemies in every shadow. You have no choice, but to agree,"
Amelia could only grit her teeth in frustration, hiding it with her hands clasped in front of her face. Picquery was right of course. Magical Britain was known for producing powerful wizards with legends such as Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and more. However, despite this reputation, You-Know-Who truly did almost bring Wizarding Britain to its knees. And now? It had been over a decade since the Dark Lord's true appearance with corruption still rife in the Ministry and plenty of Death Eaters bribing their way out of Azkaban. The first war against You-Know-Who had taken its toll and Britain had still not recovered.
The Minister looked up to Bellatrix momentarily, to see a sour look upon her pale face, showing she had come to same conclusion as Amelia. Bellatrix gave her a nod and Amelia look back to the floo to address the president.
"Fine, very well. But make no mistake, you may think we're fully beaten, not so. If there's a single thing your aurors do that's suspicious, we reserve the full right to simply get rid of your 'help' and finish this fight on our own. If this force is to be autonomous, then no more than fifty aurors," Amelia said, staring strongly at the leader of Magical America, giving no weakness.
Picquery smiled, "You don't need to worry about me sending more than fifty aurors. I am sending one person, his name is Jebediah Christoff,"
"What?! One person? That's all you can spare?!" Amelia thought that she was the one who yelled that, but surprisingly, it was Bellatrix, who had so far been silent. The Head of the DMLE's face was twisted into a perfect sneer and her eyes shined dangerously.
"Watch your tone with me Bellatrix Black, you know not of what our country has suffered through for the past few years. There are problems in this world beyond your own Dark Lord, if you must know. Besides, the man I am sending has the full confidence of MACUSA. He is well-accomplished in the dealings of dark wizards and those who delve into forbidden arts and arcanum," growled Picquery, showing her own teeth.
Amelia and Bellatrix shared a glance before both of them calmed themselves, returning to polite niceties.
"I see, we won't pry any further President Picquery, we agree to your terms. When should we expect your... agent?" asked Amelia, her face schooled into a polite expression.
"Expect him to arrive at 11:00 AM, your time, at the New York-London floo fireplace," Picquery stated coldy, "Good night Minister Bones, Head Auror Black,"
"Good evening to you as well President Piquery," Amelia said, before ending the call.
"Damn the Americans, one person?! This has to be some kind of sick joke!" spat Bellatrix, "I'll see you tomorrow Bones, tonight is a night I want to forget already," she said before walking off.
Amelia could only hope that the man Picquery was sending was as qualified as she made him seem. As she made her way to floo to her manor, she realized that Picquery never referred to this man as an auror, or a hitwizard, or even a wizard. She frowned at the thought and wondered why Picquery had been so vague as she arrived at the manor.
She cracked open the door to Susan's room, only to see her fast asleep. Breathing a sigh of relief, Amelia got into her bed, exhausted from the day.
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11:00 AM, the next day...
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Bellatrix looked up as the floo flashed a brilliant emerald before a man stepped out of the fireplace. He was tall, if Bellatrix had to guess, he had to be at least 6'3. He had shoulder length wavy black hair that seemed to drink in the light around it, his hair parted in the middle to reveal a set of black sunglasses. He wore some kind of gray robe with clearly enchanted body armor underneath. As the man turned to Bellatrix, she noticed the thin, faint scars that crisscrossed over his face. There was a certain gravitas to his presence that instantly set Bellatrix on edge. She had fought many powerful wizards and witches in her time with the aurors and each of the most dangerous definitely had an aura of some kind. This man's confused her, it revealed nothing about him. There was no sense of malice, or violence about him, it was just a pressure around him.
He stretched out his hand, clearly looking to shake her hand. As they clasped hands, she noted that he was very well-built, there was power in his body and it immediately impressed her, knowing many wizards and witches never bothered to exercise, relying totally on their magic. As she noticed these details, she looked back to his face, and flushed every so slightly as she realized, even with the sunglasses and scars, this man was very handsome. He had a well-defined jawline, high cheekbones, and flawless tanned skin.
"Jebediah Christoff I presume?" asked Bellatrix, wetting her lips unknowingly.
"Yes, and you must be the beautiful Bellatrix Black, Head Auror," Jebediah's smooth voice flowed out his mouth. His words caused Bellatrix to flush even more, before she got a grip on her expression quickly.
"Welcome to Wizarding Britain, is there anything you need before we begin preparations?" she inquired.
"Not at all, we should, get down to business," he said simply, following her as she twirled around to lead him to a meeting room in the DMLE.
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Perspective change
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As he and Bellatrix entered the meeting room, the various sounds of discussion came to an end.
Jebediah, or Harry really, surveyed the room quickly. He immediately recognized James Potter, his "father," Lily Potter, his "mother," Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Frank Longbottom, and Alice Longbottom. His memory had become eidetic after his time in Nevada, and he easily remembered their faces as well as James allowing Dumbledore to easily drop him off at the Dursley's doorstep like yesterday's trash. Despite his bubbling rage, his face was completely calm, betraying no emotions at all.
"So you're the bastard that the Americans sent us," sneered James, "You lot must think this is some kind of funny game, sending one person to help fight the most dangerous Dark Lord of the century,"
Harry only raised an eyebrow, not even deigning to give James a response, the satisfaction of provoking anything.
"Enough, James, shut your mouth," warned Bellatrix imposingly, "This man's name is Jebediah Christoff, and we have been assured by MACUSA that he will be a very valuable asset against the Dark Lord's interests,"
"Why is he even in here, none of the others from the France, Bulgaria, Germany, or Italy are here either," continued James, ignoring Bellatrix's warning.
"Shut up James, we're here to discuss plans, not listen to you bitch about," bit out Lily scathingly, to Harry's surprise. James opened his mouth as if to keep arguing, but a warning glare from Bellatrix cowed him. Sirius, who sat to James' right was glaring at Lily and Harry found himself quite bemused as to why the couple seemed to have such animosity for each other.
"To answer your question James, if you had paid attention to the briefing, you would remember that we are allowing him autonomy as he operates as per the president's stipulation, that means he's not under our control. He is planning with us, same as the other senior aurors in this department," said Bellatrix with an air of finality in her response. Harry could easily tell that she was exasperated at James' attitude and wanted to get the meeting over with.
Harry proceeded to tune out as the senior aurors discussed the statistics of the coming potential conflicts: how best to redirect patrols, the increase in auror recruitment, new training protocols to spruce up the skill level of the Auror Corps, and the like. Harry didn't contribute a single word to the discussion and clearly felt the animosity and frustration from a number of aurors in the vicinity at his lack of contribution, most notably James, Sirius, and Dawlish.
Finally, he was addressed by Sirius, "And you mister silent man, you have anything to say?"
Harry almost sneered and told him to mind his own business, before stopping himself, "I have nothing to say for your planning. Frankly, I won't have anything to say unless something pertinent shows up. I will be acting on my own terms to combat your Dark Lord. I will attend these meetings only for intel, and in turn, I will provide you with intel in return," he said blandly, making sure to not allow his contempt for the people around him show.
Bellatrix sent him a quick glance before deciding to end the meeting before someone *cough* James *cough* got hot-headed again.
As the senior aurors filed out of the room, Harry stayed behind, and Bellatrix, to his surprise, waited for him.
"I am surprised, you defended me? How caring of you," Harry said playfully, a slight upturn of his lips letting Bellatrix know he was joking with her.
Turning ever so slightly pink, she replied, "Oh come off it, the others might not be able to tell, or maybe the other men were simply threatened, but I can tell you are powerful,"
Tilting his head slightly, something that Bellatrix privately thought was quite adorable before she quickly squashed the thought, Harry replied, "Regardless, thank you for ending things then, I have no desire to argue with that hot-blooded man-child,"
Bellatrix rubbed her forehead, "He is a good auror, although his personality has left much to be desired. I am still surprised to this day that Lily ended up marrying him," she said, although the last part was more of a mutter to herself, though Harry heard it anyway with his enhanced senses.
"Where are you planning to stay, if I might ask?" Bellatrix asked, turning to stare where she assumed his eyes were since he was wearing sunglasses.
Harry gave a noncommittal shrug, "Not quite sure yet, I'll-"
"You can stay with me, follow along," Bellatrix interrupted, turning away quickly before Harry could see that her face had gained a pinkish hue that many men would have died to have directed towards them.
Harry blinked and stared for a moment, before just following along. There was no use in denying housing, and considering she was from the wealthy Black family, she probably had a large residence. As Harry moved on from his previous thoughts, his head brewed with ideas to bring this Dark Lord down so he could leave this wretched country that brought on his barely-contained hatred and loathing.
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End of Chapter 2
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A/N: I'm not doing any lemons, I don't fucking know how to write them and I'm pretty much a novice. I just felt like I'd try putting some of my ideas onto paper/digital paper or something. This is probably utter trash but I'll keep updating it if people like it I guess. If you like it, leave a review so I know it's not stinky ass monkey doo-doo. Ta-ta fellas, and leave some pairing recommendations won't you?