1 Chapter 29
The thirty elves were sorted at a banquet in their honor the day after the gathering. An alliance had been agreed upon between elves and humans. They were joining forces to fight Voldemort, who had started attacking again.
Harry woke early, 2:50 am, from a dream about death eaters attacking some town, from the language and scenery he guessed it had occurred, or would occur, in Spain, sometime that day. He sent Hedwig with the dream recorder to Sirius before trying to go back to sleep, but he couldn't. Images of Royal Aaron's in flight, in battle formation, and their war song, echoed through his mind incessantly. With a tired sigh he rolled over and got up, as he stood up he glanced out the window…and shuddered at the feeling of dread that washed over him, *not much longer now, soon they will come* he thought, soon the Elementals would hatch.
Everything was rather subdued that morning at breakfast, last night fifteen wizards and witches had been kidnapped, tortured, and killed, their bodies had been found in a marsh over in the USA. Two Order agents had been badly injured and one killed in an attempt to stop a group of death eaters from attacking a hotel in Moscow.
"Hello, sleep well?" Harry glanced up at, Larquan and Ron as they sat down.
"No not very well. What do we have first?"
"New schedule remember? History." Ron said, Harry and Larquan groaned.
"Did you bring a pillow?" Larquan asked, reaching into a pocket and bringing out a shrunk one, Harry smiled.
"Yeah, and a sleeping bag, those seats are uncomfortable to sleep in.
"Harry!" Hermione said, glowering at him.
"Ron tried to bring a mattress!" Harry protested, Ron grinned sheepishly at Hermione as she turned her glare on him. Just then Ira came in and sat down.
"Hey Herm, I brought your pillow too incase you want it." Hermione threw up her hands in exasperation as everyone laughed.
"Harry why aren't you eating?" Sam asked, concerned.
"Not hungry."
"What's wrong?" Neville asked.
"Nothing, I'm just not hungry."
"Harry what was this dream about?" Harry frowned at Harugin, the elf was to perceptive.
"Some time today death eater's will be attacking some small town in Spain."
"Anything else?" Kylara inquired, the elves had quickly found out about Harry's dreams, and found them interesting, though they pitied him for it.
"The Minister of Magic will finally be removed, elections in three weeks." Everyone stared, then burst into cheers. Just then Dumbledore stood up to speak.
"Silence please. Now as some of the Gryffindors have already found out, the English Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge has finally been removed from office. Those running for his position will be announced in one week, elections two weeks later. Because of the unusual times we now live in those sixteen or older will be allowed to vote. Elections are going to be held on the grounds, the people of Hogsmead will be going there to vote, those students who are old enough will be allowed to go as well." He sat back down amid uproarious applause and cheers.
**
"My dad's going to run, think he's got a chance?" Ron asked in an excited whisper three days later.
"Yes he certainly does." Harry said, causing all his friends to look at him.
"Know something we don't Harry?" Seamus asked, Harry just smiled.
"Come on Harry tell us!"
"You know who's going to win don't you! Tell us!"
"Harry my dad's running! Come on tell us!"
"Tell us, tell us, tell us!"
"Okay okay, but first you have to promise not to tell anyone, got it?"
"Cross me heart!"
"Promise!"
"Okay, I'll tell you, Ron your dad's got a 80% chance of winning with things as they currently are, but the Order is suspicious that one of the death eaters, Savral Ginonshi, is actually Lucious Malfoy in disguise, he's going to try and run for Minister, never revealing his identity. So DON'T TELL DRACO!!!" They all stared for a few seconds in astonishment.
"Why would he do that?" Ron finally asked.
"Because if he isn't elected he can go back to Voldemort and become Mr. Malfoy again and serve him, or he can get rid of the disguise. Savral will just vanish, and he'll return to the wizarding world, claiming that the person who was killed was a death eater impersonating him while they held him prisoner and that he saw them kill Savral as well."
On the election day all the students sixteen and above were released from their afternoon class to go vote, Harry and his friends of course voted for Mr. Weasely.
Just as Harry had predicted Lucious Malfoy appeared at his Manor, with great gash running down his right arm and many bruises, late that same night. Thanks to Harry's warning the Order of the Phoenix was already there, they took him back to the fortress before anyone knew he'd been there. That evening Harry went to the Fortress with the Silver Patrol.
Harry hurried down to the interrogation rooms, he opened a door into a long hallway, at the end were two doors, one leading to the highest security cells, another to lower security cells. Along the hall was the office, and three interrogation rooms, he entered the second.
Inside Sirius, Albus, Remus, Severus, Sarlan, Miranda, Mundungus, Aram, Alanna, Shenya, and Darra, the chief of the interrogations and prison complex were sitting in wooden chair about the room, against one wall, tied in a wooden chair, was Lucious Malfoy. Harry took a seat in one of the empty ones, Qartal, one of the Order's best interrogators and one-time spy among the death eaters, was sitting at a table with a few sheet of parchment, quills, and ink.
"So Lucious, to start, who was it that was really killed in the fight where you "died"?" Miranda asked, Harry noticed her blood rod on the armrest of her chair, the gold chain attached to her bracelet, her fingers played on the ruby handle and it glowed a little. Malfoy remained silent.
"If you do not answer then we will have to get the answers out of you in another manner." Sirius warned him threateningly. Malfoy spat.
"Qartal please note that he was given plenty of opportunities to answer without being hurt and refused." Miranda said, picking up the blood rod she stepped forwards and tapped Lucious lightly on the ear with it. Lucious's face contorted n pain and he gasped.
"Well?" He remained silent. Miranda calmly dragged the rod over the bridge of his nose and down one cheek, Lucious's screams echoed in the room and down the halls. But the prisons were far underground and no one but other prisoners would hear his cries.
As the interrogation continued Lucious finally began to talk, urged on by the blood rod's painful effectiveness.
"Who was he?"
"His name was Brian Lestrang."
"A son of the Mr. and Mrs. Lestrang, Voldemort's supporters?"
"Yes."
"He died?"
"Yes!"
"Where were you?"
"I don't have to tell you that!" Miranda smiled sweetly, her hand went around his head from behind and tilted it back, and she drew the blood rod slowly across his throat. Harsh choking screams rang out and she moved it back across his throat and put the side of his face before releasing him and moving back around the front. She repeated her question.
"Back at the…the hideout. Our base at the time." Lucious whispered weakly, head bowed, coughing and shuddering.
"Where?"
"New Mexico."
"Doing what?" Here Lucious resisted again, or tried to, the blood rod trailing down the back of his head made him scream and nearly faint, as he gasped for breath Miranda repeated the question.
"Organizing a group to attack a village that evening!"
"Where was this village?"
"Iran!"
"Did you attack?"
"Y-yes."
"Elaborate, what happened?"
"We killed four muggles, fun too, made them scream, arrrrrggggh! S-stop! Then a group of Order Agents arrived, killed three dementors, we left."
"You ran for Minister of magic in the disguise of Savral, who is a death eater?"
"Yes."
"Where is Savral now?" Lucious tried to attack, he jerked the chair about and tried to rip his hands free or break the chair, Miranda laughed and kicked the hair hard, it fell to the floor, slamming him onto his side, Lucious swore.
"Bad boy Lucious, you should know better."
"What /are/ you? You monster!" Miranda chuckled mercilessly.
"I Lucious am a trained Interrogator. Yes that should surprise you, thought they were all dead? The strong survive Lucious, and I was strong. You'll have to learn to be more obedient Lucious, you're not getting away from here or me for a /long/ time." She calmly knelt beside him and began to tickle him with the rod, dragging it lightly along his ribs, opening one of his clenched fists she put the rod in it, his muscles contracted in pain, closing his hand around it, he screamed and screamed until she removed it from his hand.
"Now be a good boy and tell me where Savral is."
"W-with the Lord."
"Voldemort."
"Yes."
"What did you plan to do?"
"Appear again, alive, rejoin the Ministry, with valuable information about the…the death eaters, I'd be accepted." Here he stopped again, after a little "persuasion" from the blood rod in his ear, he continued. "I'd try to find evidence against Weasely, try to have the election happen again, claim I wasn't there and so it wasn't fair, I'd get a strong sympathy vote. Once I had the Ministry I would turn it over to my lord."
The interrogation went on and on, by midnight Lucious was weeping from pain, Miranda had taken to using the rod before asking every question; she finally straightened and untied him.
"Stand up." He shakily stood, "that's been enough for today, your information will be sent to the Ministry, trial already took place but a second trial is coming up in a week. Until then we have permission to do whatever we can or wish to to get information from you. Misbehave or attempt to escape and you'll be lucky to get killed, if not I'll make you wish you'd never been born." Dara and two guards, Fred and George, escorted him down to a maximum-security cell. Fred and George weren't being particularly gentle with their prisoner either.
Harry returned to Hogwarts, tired, but he now had more information and had been a round a death eater, one of Voldemort's best, he would certainly have dreams tonight.
**
And he did dream, visions of the tortures Lucious had preformed predominated, there were also meeting with Voldemort, the most recent was the most informative.
Voldemort and Lucious Malfoy sat in a small room, a fire burned in the hearth.
"My Lord about the Elementals…are you certain you can control the?"
"Are you questioning my ability Lucious?" Voldemort hissed.
"No, no, my Lord! I-I am, afraid, if something should go wrong…"
"Nothing will go wrong, Potter and the Order can't fight them all."
"Please my lord, remind me, how many are there?"
"Seven left Lucious, three of them ours."
"You have worked miracles my lord, no one else could possibly have done it."
"Of course not!"
"My lord, I-I didn't mean to insult your glorious self." Voldemort sighed and petted the head of the snake coiled at his feet.
"I know Lucious, remember I know all. When they hatch they shall attack, all six, and we shall attack as well."
"I await the day eagerly when you shall rule the world as you deserve."
"So do I, now return to the Manor. Remember, no air of aristocracy, act beaten and tortured, humble and in pain."
"Yes my lord." Lucious stood, bowed deeply, and left.
Harry sat up quickly, well well, so Voldemort had three Elementals, and one wasn't even alive!
"How surprised you will be Tom, I may die, probably will, but not before I make sure they're all safe." Harry whispered, then he picked up the parchment, checking the clock he saw that it was 5:23 am, well he wasn't going back to sleep after seeing those tortures…perhaps he'd go work on his fighting abilities.
Review Please, next chapter coming soon!
Will Harry die?
What will happen with the Elementals?
Find out soon!
The thirty elves were sorted at a banquet in their honor the day after the gathering. An alliance had been agreed upon between elves and humans. They were joining forces to fight Voldemort, who had started attacking again.
Harry woke early, 2:50 am, from a dream about death eaters attacking some town, from the language and scenery he guessed it had occurred, or would occur, in Spain, sometime that day. He sent Hedwig with the dream recorder to Sirius before trying to go back to sleep, but he couldn't. Images of Royal Aaron's in flight, in battle formation, and their war song, echoed through his mind incessantly. With a tired sigh he rolled over and got up, as he stood up he glanced out the window…and shuddered at the feeling of dread that washed over him, *not much longer now, soon they will come* he thought, soon the Elementals would hatch.
Everything was rather subdued that morning at breakfast, last night fifteen wizards and witches had been kidnapped, tortured, and killed, their bodies had been found in a marsh over in the USA. Two Order agents had been badly injured and one killed in an attempt to stop a group of death eaters from attacking a hotel in Moscow.
"Hello, sleep well?" Harry glanced up at, Larquan and Ron as they sat down.
"No not very well. What do we have first?"
"New schedule remember? History." Ron said, Harry and Larquan groaned.
"Did you bring a pillow?" Larquan asked, reaching into a pocket and bringing out a shrunk one, Harry smiled.
"Yeah, and a sleeping bag, those seats are uncomfortable to sleep in.
"Harry!" Hermione said, glowering at him.
"Ron tried to bring a mattress!" Harry protested, Ron grinned sheepishly at Hermione as she turned her glare on him. Just then Ira came in and sat down.
"Hey Herm, I brought your pillow too incase you want it." Hermione threw up her hands in exasperation as everyone laughed.
"Harry why aren't you eating?" Sam asked, concerned.
"Not hungry."
"What's wrong?" Neville asked.
"Nothing, I'm just not hungry."
"Harry what was this dream about?" Harry frowned at Harugin, the elf was to perceptive.
"Some time today death eater's will be attacking some small town in Spain."
"Anything else?" Kylara inquired, the elves had quickly found out about Harry's dreams, and found them interesting, though they pitied him for it.
"The Minister of Magic will finally be removed, elections in three weeks." Everyone stared, then burst into cheers. Just then Dumbledore stood up to speak.
"Silence please. Now as some of the Gryffindors have already found out, the English Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge has finally been removed from office. Those running for his position will be announced in one week, elections two weeks later. Because of the unusual times we now live in those sixteen or older will be allowed to vote. Elections are going to be held on the grounds, the people of Hogsmead will be going there to vote, those students who are old enough will be allowed to go as well." He sat back down amid uproarious applause and cheers.
**
"My dad's going to run, think he's got a chance?" Ron asked in an excited whisper three days later.
"Yes he certainly does." Harry said, causing all his friends to look at him.
"Know something we don't Harry?" Seamus asked, Harry just smiled.
"Come on Harry tell us!"
"You know who's going to win don't you! Tell us!"
"Harry my dad's running! Come on tell us!"
"Tell us, tell us, tell us!"
"Okay okay, but first you have to promise not to tell anyone, got it?"
"Cross me heart!"
"Promise!"
"Okay, I'll tell you, Ron your dad's got a 80% chance of winning with things as they currently are, but the Order is suspicious that one of the death eaters, Savral Ginonshi, is actually Lucious Malfoy in disguise, he's going to try and run for Minister, never revealing his identity. So DON'T TELL DRACO!!!" They all stared for a few seconds in astonishment.
"Why would he do that?" Ron finally asked.
"Because if he isn't elected he can go back to Voldemort and become Mr. Malfoy again and serve him, or he can get rid of the disguise. Savral will just vanish, and he'll return to the wizarding world, claiming that the person who was killed was a death eater impersonating him while they held him prisoner and that he saw them kill Savral as well."
On the election day all the students sixteen and above were released from their afternoon class to go vote, Harry and his friends of course voted for Mr. Weasely.
Just as Harry had predicted Lucious Malfoy appeared at his Manor, with great gash running down his right arm and many bruises, late that same night. Thanks to Harry's warning the Order of the Phoenix was already there, they took him back to the fortress before anyone knew he'd been there. That evening Harry went to the Fortress with the Silver Patrol.
Harry hurried down to the interrogation rooms, he opened a door into a long hallway, at the end were two doors, one leading to the highest security cells, another to lower security cells. Along the hall was the office, and three interrogation rooms, he entered the second.
Inside Sirius, Albus, Remus, Severus, Sarlan, Miranda, Mundungus, Aram, Alanna, Shenya, and Darra, the chief of the interrogations and prison complex were sitting in wooden chair about the room, against one wall, tied in a wooden chair, was Lucious Malfoy. Harry took a seat in one of the empty ones, Qartal, one of the Order's best interrogators and one-time spy among the death eaters, was sitting at a table with a few sheet of parchment, quills, and ink.
"So Lucious, to start, who was it that was really killed in the fight where you "died"?" Miranda asked, Harry noticed her blood rod on the armrest of her chair, the gold chain attached to her bracelet, her fingers played on the ruby handle and it glowed a little. Malfoy remained silent.
"If you do not answer then we will have to get the answers out of you in another manner." Sirius warned him threateningly. Malfoy spat.
"Qartal please note that he was given plenty of opportunities to answer without being hurt and refused." Miranda said, picking up the blood rod she stepped forwards and tapped Lucious lightly on the ear with it. Lucious's face contorted n pain and he gasped.
"Well?" He remained silent. Miranda calmly dragged the rod over the bridge of his nose and down one cheek, Lucious's screams echoed in the room and down the halls. But the prisons were far underground and no one but other prisoners would hear his cries.
As the interrogation continued Lucious finally began to talk, urged on by the blood rod's painful effectiveness.
"Who was he?"
"His name was Brian Lestrang."
"A son of the Mr. and Mrs. Lestrang, Voldemort's supporters?"
"Yes."
"He died?"
"Yes!"
"Where were you?"
"I don't have to tell you that!" Miranda smiled sweetly, her hand went around his head from behind and tilted it back, and she drew the blood rod slowly across his throat. Harsh choking screams rang out and she moved it back across his throat and put the side of his face before releasing him and moving back around the front. She repeated her question.
"Back at the…the hideout. Our base at the time." Lucious whispered weakly, head bowed, coughing and shuddering.
"Where?"
"New Mexico."
"Doing what?" Here Lucious resisted again, or tried to, the blood rod trailing down the back of his head made him scream and nearly faint, as he gasped for breath Miranda repeated the question.
"Organizing a group to attack a village that evening!"
"Where was this village?"
"Iran!"
"Did you attack?"
"Y-yes."
"Elaborate, what happened?"
"We killed four muggles, fun too, made them scream, arrrrrggggh! S-stop! Then a group of Order Agents arrived, killed three dementors, we left."
"You ran for Minister of magic in the disguise of Savral, who is a death eater?"
"Yes."
"Where is Savral now?" Lucious tried to attack, he jerked the chair about and tried to rip his hands free or break the chair, Miranda laughed and kicked the hair hard, it fell to the floor, slamming him onto his side, Lucious swore.
"Bad boy Lucious, you should know better."
"What /are/ you? You monster!" Miranda chuckled mercilessly.
"I Lucious am a trained Interrogator. Yes that should surprise you, thought they were all dead? The strong survive Lucious, and I was strong. You'll have to learn to be more obedient Lucious, you're not getting away from here or me for a /long/ time." She calmly knelt beside him and began to tickle him with the rod, dragging it lightly along his ribs, opening one of his clenched fists she put the rod in it, his muscles contracted in pain, closing his hand around it, he screamed and screamed until she removed it from his hand.
"Now be a good boy and tell me where Savral is."
"W-with the Lord."
"Voldemort."
"Yes."
"What did you plan to do?"
"Appear again, alive, rejoin the Ministry, with valuable information about the…the death eaters, I'd be accepted." Here he stopped again, after a little "persuasion" from the blood rod in his ear, he continued. "I'd try to find evidence against Weasely, try to have the election happen again, claim I wasn't there and so it wasn't fair, I'd get a strong sympathy vote. Once I had the Ministry I would turn it over to my lord."
The interrogation went on and on, by midnight Lucious was weeping from pain, Miranda had taken to using the rod before asking every question; she finally straightened and untied him.
"Stand up." He shakily stood, "that's been enough for today, your information will be sent to the Ministry, trial already took place but a second trial is coming up in a week. Until then we have permission to do whatever we can or wish to to get information from you. Misbehave or attempt to escape and you'll be lucky to get killed, if not I'll make you wish you'd never been born." Dara and two guards, Fred and George, escorted him down to a maximum-security cell. Fred and George weren't being particularly gentle with their prisoner either.
Harry returned to Hogwarts, tired, but he now had more information and had been a round a death eater, one of Voldemort's best, he would certainly have dreams tonight.
**
And he did dream, visions of the tortures Lucious had preformed predominated, there were also meeting with Voldemort, the most recent was the most informative.
Voldemort and Lucious Malfoy sat in a small room, a fire burned in the hearth.
"My Lord about the Elementals…are you certain you can control the?"
"Are you questioning my ability Lucious?" Voldemort hissed.
"No, no, my Lord! I-I am, afraid, if something should go wrong…"
"Nothing will go wrong, Potter and the Order can't fight them all."
"Please my lord, remind me, how many are there?"
"Seven left Lucious, three of them ours."
"You have worked miracles my lord, no one else could possibly have done it."
"Of course not!"
"My lord, I-I didn't mean to insult your glorious self." Voldemort sighed and petted the head of the snake coiled at his feet.
"I know Lucious, remember I know all. When they hatch they shall attack, all six, and we shall attack as well."
"I await the day eagerly when you shall rule the world as you deserve."
"So do I, now return to the Manor. Remember, no air of aristocracy, act beaten and tortured, humble and in pain."
"Yes my lord." Lucious stood, bowed deeply, and left.
Harry sat up quickly, well well, so Voldemort had three Elementals, and one wasn't even alive!
"How surprised you will be Tom, I may die, probably will, but not before I make sure they're all safe." Harry whispered, then he picked up the parchment, checking the clock he saw that it was 5:23 am, well he wasn't going back to sleep after seeing those tortures…perhaps he'd go work on his fighting abilities.
Review Please, next chapter coming soon!
Will Harry die?
What will happen with the Elementals?
Find out soon!