" Yes, Percy I've got it all planned out......you can go now."

The strangely tense voice of Cornelius Fudge rang out in the silence of the main offices in the Ministry of Magic. He had been sitting there for hours, sorting out interveiws, writing up new discoveries, and answering letters from Ministry men across the globe. His Junior Assistant, Percy Wealsey, had been helping his sort ancient books that foretold what would happen if You-Know-Who rose for a second time. Dumbledore had tried so hard to stomp into Fudge's head how positively obvious this return was, but Fudge thought he had been revitively good at ignoring him, until now. Signs had started to appear. Every day new news would flood from citiies all over; Voldemort was indeed at large again, and the Ministry was in dissary.

The little man began to hum as he drifted over a document by an old Order member. One that recalls the times before when You-Know-Who was at large, destroying families, ripping the wizarding goverment down the middle, and turning loyal friends into enemies. This particular member was long gone, dead. She had been murdered by raging Death Eaters shortly after the murder of Lily and James Potter. Potter. He had tried his hardest to forget all about the Potter boy, but somehow the lack of thought of him took away a puzzle peice in the mystery of You-Know-Who's return. Could Potter have really seen Him return that day at the Triwizard Tournament? But that would mean that He would have been powerful for well over a year now. The Ministry wasn't ready for this.

But according to too many other wizards, Dumbledore's real army, the Order of the Pheonix, was ready to fight back. Fudge didn't like this fact at all. The Ministry was in charge, not Albus Dumbledore, so why did he act as though he knew what to do? The werewolf ex-teacher, Remus Lupin, who was a strong follower of Dumbledore and hater of Fudge had argued with him not so long ago about a strange topic, one that Fudge hadn't heard in well over three years. The matter of Sirius Black. When scoping out the Department of Mysteries in extreme caution they had found non other than the late Sirius Black. It had enraged Fudge, Black had been working with You-Know-Who.....that's why he was in there with the foolhardy students of Hogwarts. Lupin hadn't liked this at all. Fudge had seen a fire in the monster's eyes which he had not seen since the fateful day, sixteen years ago, when his loved ones had been taken from him. He had yelled so loudly many other working became infuriated with the noise; "Sirius was not a traitor!" Lupin argued that Fudge was completely ignorant to regect Dumbledore's calling to the Order. The man had grown so uncontrolled that Fudge had ordered Wealsey to get him out of there.

While thinking these linked thoughts the wind howled outside in the pitch black night. Rain pounded on the windows so hard that Fudge continued to get louder in his humming. One large gust of wind flew in from the halfway open window and slammed the door shut behind Fudge.

Fudge's small, brown eyes widened in anxiety. He hated being alone at night in the MInistry, though he knew that dozens of other workers were still here. He turned his head quickly, eyeing the room cautiously to see if any strangers had swept in with the wind. Nothing. His desk was in perfect shape, his papers were a little blown but alright, his pictures of his small family hung on the walls. Everything was alright.

He sat himself down again and let the tune he was humming come out again, this time a little softer so he could observe. His small ears perked up suddenly with a soft clicking noise that had come from the far end of his office. He strained his neck to see if anything was there, but so far his eyes could see nothing. He busied himself with work again. But with another large clucking sound he removed himself from his seat and backed against the wall; someone was there.

Sure enough, a shapely figure rose from the darkness of the corner. Long, raven hair flowed down to the figure's back, a pointed, white face taunted him carelessly. A soft, nagging, lullaby voice emerged.

" Fudge......come play........."

His breath was caught in his throat, the mere sight of the woman drove him to let out a whimper. How had she gotten in? The flowing green robes of the tyrant only covered a little less than half of her body, a little more than Fudge wanted to see. A sly smile was spread across her blood red lips, while her charcoal eyes glazed in the triumph of catching him alone. The dark pits that he would normally call eyes were sunken in, like so many of the captives at Azkaban. They glowed with only one solitary description- evil. Her thin arms were stretched out across his filing cabinent, and her long, bony fingers wrapped around his newest trophey for Person of the Year in the Daily Prophet. His teeth gritted together as the woman gripped it and brought it close to her bossom. The smile hadn't gone yet; he wished it would so terribly.

Fudge found it almost impossible to breathe as the strangely familiar lady drew closer and closer to him. In the light, he could see exactly how gaunt looking the lady was, how haggard and hardened her face was. Her fingernails who gripped the trophey were painted a deep red, so deep of a red that Fudge was almost certain she'd painted them with blood instead of polish.

" What? Scared?" She spoked up again, this time her voice grew harder, drilling into his head. His hands quickly drew themselves up and covered his face, his knees grew weak, he felt as though he might faint. With a small gaspy breath he let out the fateful name that had rightfully been given to the girl.

" H...hilary....."

Within seconds she had lept closer, slamming her feet into his chest. His short body had been thrown against the wall, her feet holding him up in the air. Her smile grew sideways as she laid her body across his desk, her arms knocking every picture and paper off. Her legs slowly merged together, pressing against either side of his neck, making breathing almost impossible.

Then came the laugh. He had heard it once or twice before when she had mudered countless people, then escaped before any Ministry men could catch her. The cackle was so high pitched, it rang with malice, pure evil. She slammed her head backwards onto his desk, breaking the wood down the middle with only her head. She looked back up with wild eyes; eyes that looked strangely like Sirius Black's the night he had killed Peter Petigrew.

Suddenly her feet dropped in pressure, causing Fudge's body to drop like a stone to the floor of his office. Hilary rose above him, smirking with pride at the hurt she had caused to the Minister of Magic. Her face dropped slowly; she lifted a frail hand to Fudge's chin and raised his face to look at hers.

" Never thought you'd see me again, eh? Well, I've got news for you and your pathetic bunch of ministry officials........Voldemort's not the only one you should be afraid of."

The name she uttered made Fudge shiver involuntarily. She laughed again. He could tell by how she acted that she had rebelled against her former leader, perhaps to create terror of her own. But where was the other one? Fudge only had a few seconds to question this before a new seering pain came to his face. She had taken her index fingernail, one that looked particularily like blood, and had torn the skin on his cheek open with it. Her facial expression then terrorized him. He realised what she must have been doing.

His whole face burnt with the poison that had been in her fingernail poison. He felt like screaming harder than he ever had in his life, but he refrained when the monster backed off from him. She was now striding around his office, burning important files, breaking everything with value that her eyes could see. Her slender body froze as a voice rang out from the wrecking noises of Hilary.

" Cornelius? What's going on in there?" The locked doorknob shook in panic. Fudge could see the wary look in the demonic girl's eyes as she turned and faced him. That same grin appeared from the grim look that had been plastered on her face moments before.

With a great BANG, the woman transformed herself into a ebony raven that fluttered around the roof before breaking the window, flying into the night sky. Fudge sat there on the ground, breathless as he looked around at the damage Hilary had done. His face still burnt with pain, and feet marks were forming at his neck.

" Alomahorma!" Another worker burst the door open only to have his mouth drop by the wreckage that the attacker of Fudge had made. He turned frantically to the panicked Fudge. The Minister of Magic opened his mouth, but at first nothing came out, then finally he managed to squeak the name of who had attacked him.

" Hi...hilary Black....."

The man stumbled backwards, confused by the Minister's obiously disturbed ravings. The lady he was talking about was gone, dead, never to bother the wizarding world again. But what he found burnt into Fudge's desk proved him wrong. In simmering wood, the letters swurved across the surface, " It has begun."

WOOGY! Third chapter up..more to come if ya'll start reveiwin stuff. And yesh.there will be more on the mysterious Black lady.....