To Hell And Back
Written by Elven Warrior1
A/N: Thanks guys, for your reviews. Though, if you don't like the story, don't read it and don't review. It's as simple as that. I don't appretiate people telling me my story is stupid when I'm enjoying myself in writing it.
Chapter Eighteen:
Groaning slightly, Charolette apparated to the phone booth above the Ministry of Magic building. She thought she'd enter through the visitor way, instead of to the Ministers office. It would better if she got to know the place before apparating all over. Sighing as the machine spit out a button that said "Head of Defence and Quidditch".
Dissappearing into stone for several minutes, she was greeted by a lovely decorated room. A skinny, tall witch was sitting at a desk, reading over something and scribbling something down on parchment. She looked up as Charolette entered the room.
"Oh my!" She exclaimed. "Miss. Rones! We were not expecting you to come in that way!" Charolette merely shrugged, not carring whatsoever. "Please, follow me to the Minister's office, he'll direct you to your offices.
***** Offices...great. Two places to be running between everyday. Then again, I'm taking on two different positions. Well, here goes everything..
But..two offices?
*****
Apparently the Minister moved his office, or used a completely different one from Fudge. Instead of going down as she would have expected, they went up. Up to the top floor. And this bulding was 12 stories.
Guarded by two handsome cherry wood doors, and two auror guards, a sign read 'Minister Jones' written in gold on a red plate.
"Former gryffindor?" Charolette asked the lady whom she was following. The woman nodded, before the doors had opened, admitting them both. Unaffected by the situation, Charolette entered the the rooms, looking poised and indignent. Positivly terrifying.
Jumping up from behind his desk, Ethridge Jones came forward, followed by three other wizards. Though the conditions of the situation were completely safe. The wizards still stood close to the man, clutching their wands in their pockets. Charolette chuckled.
"My dear, what is it?" The Minister asked.
"You body guards are ready to hex me at any moment now." Jones's face made a sudden realization, and he told the wizards to lay their wands in his hand. Pocketing them, he motioned for the woman to sit down in a chair in front of his desk.
"Now," He said, after pooring some tea. "Since you are taking on the Head of Defence Auror's, and Quidditch, you'll have to have two offices. You'll be a busy woman, that's for sure."
"I expected nothing more." Charolette said boredly.
"Then my fears have been subdued. I was worried you wouldn't be able to keep up with two jobs. Alright, you're first office will be on the fourth floor in room 312. Your second office is on floor ten in room 678. Your name is written in dark purple on silver plates. Then it shouldn't be too hard to find. And on your desks, you'll find your schedules, paperwork and missions already there for you. "Charolette nodded,taking the two keys the Minister handed here and looking them over. "Your lunch break is 12:00 Charolette bid her farewell to The Minister, and travelend down two flights to the tenth floor.
Finding her room quickly, Charolette picked up the first crimson red folder on top of the bunch. Openeing it up, showed her schedule and where she had to be at throughout the day.
Sighing with frustration, she noted the first task: 7:00 A.M meeting with the Auror Team Room 690. It was five till seven. She whirled herself out of the room, closing the door and locking it, and tucking the rest of the folders safely under her arm, she half jogged down the hallway and to the left.
Every head in the room turned to meet the gaze of Charolete Rones, their new head of department.
"Good morning." Charolette muttered, sitting down and going through the many folders. Noticing the color of the other folders, she too grabbed the navy blue.
"Well, if it isn't Miss. Rones." She looked up to find Blaise Zambini grinning at her, an awful gleam in his eye that Charolette absolutly hated.
"Yes, it is I." She said a little to harshly. "Now, if we would get down to buisness. Tell me, I'm new here as you can see, what are we here to discuss?" Tonks, who bore deep green hair and brown eyes opened her folder.
"Well, we were all sent on various hunting trips to try and track down several of the surviving deatheaters and followers of Morgana and Voldemort. "
"And? You're status?" Charolette asked, wondering why the hell she stopped talking.
"And-"Tonks said, looking slightly aprehensive. "None of us were able to find anyone. These people are hidden too well." Charolette raised and eyebrow. This wasn't a good sign.
"We've looked just about everywhere." Blaise said, the frustration in his voice was just unmistakable. "None of them can be found. I expect that they're using sorcerery, or some unknown dark magic. But Merlin's dark magic was forgotten when he died."
"That means Corban is still alive then." Charolette growled, looking through the contents of the folder.
"He'll gather followers. He's power thirsty, just like Voldemort and Morganna." James Potter hissed, slamming his fist on the table.
"Indeed he will." Charolette agreed, finally finding the article she was looking for. It was about Corban Zeeks. "No one can, and I mean no one can hide from me, no one except for Corban Zeeks. An old friend of mine. At least, former friend. He always had to be the center of attention, always had to have the highest position. Every girlfriend he had, he had to be on top, and he had to do everything. Power thirst goes in his family. The Zeeks are a quite wealthy family, and uses their riches to buy them power. Corban, besides myself, are some of the most powerfull sorcerers still alive. And there are only three of us." Every pair of eyes were on her, and watching her speak intently.
"Then, then you can find him?" Tonks asked after a moment. Charolette sighed.
"It's an extreemly difficult and tireing procedure. Not every sorcerer is capable of every chant, spell, hex, curse and jinx. Sorcerery takes a persons entire mind and body to do something as simple as changing the color of your ink or even hair. I may be one of the most powerfull, dosen't say that I can do every spell."
'So you"
"I am able, however, to do every spell." Charolette snapped, before Tonks could even finnish her sentence. "There is only one that takes a lot out of me. Which is the one that you need to find Corban."
"So what are we going to do then?" Kingsley Shacklebot asked, looking at the same article that Charolette held in her hands.
"Well, obviously, you can't perform the spell." She earned a few chuckles. "That's where you invite me to come play. When is your next assigned mission?"
"Thursday eve." James Potter said, without looking at his own folder.
"Thursday evening." Charolette muttered. It's Tuesday today. Which means only two days. Alright, here's the plan." Every head was suddenly bent over pieces of parchment, ready to write down their instructions. "You will go out on Thursday as planned, and look for the minor Deatheaters and sorcerers. Most likely, you won't find anything or anyone. But, the following thrusday, or in a week if you please, we will go out. I shall be accompy you, and we will go to Africa. Since we have to search the world, well get the hottest counties done first. And we're only looking for sorcerers and deatheaters. Not Corban.
"You're saving Zeeks for last." Kingsley said, still writing.
"Exactly. He'll be the most trouble. After we catch a few of his men, he'll dissappear from country to country hoping to throw me off. He'll succeed."
"But –"
"I'm not finnished. He will throw me off course. He always used to be able too. I'll then apparate to some country, disguised and protected by the same charms he used on his own body. I will have a Wizard spell performed on me, to alert me when his mind is near me. And I'll locate him, and capture him. But, it could take weeks. I would think it to be a sudden vacation."
"Weeks? What about everything here?" A man asked, whom she did not know the name of.
"You will be here, keeping the Wizarding world in England in peace. I will be roaming country and country chasing Zeeks. When that time comes, I'm appointing Shaklebot in charge. I'll send him orders through owl –er- or whatever creature with wings is avaliable."
***** I couldn't help but smirk at my own joke. Though the aurors don't seem much for comedy. It's not a pleasant subject.
Nor do I want to do this. The world seems to moving much slower than usual. I'm not comfortable with my surroundings. It's on the second bloody day out of Azkaban, and I'm expected to function as normal. I can bearly even eat anything. They made my rations smaller than the rest of the prisoners. I was, after all, a filthy sorcerer.
Gods, I wish I didn't have to work for the Ministry. This was the last on my list, afterall, they sent me to that hell, along with several of the people I'm living with. What a messed up world we live in, magic or muggle.
*****
Everyone in the meeting just watched the woman that they were now calling their boss. Some with confusion, some with respect, some with worry, and some with concern. All faces were mixed. Only Kingsley's face was set to neutral, not to give away any weakness that he never showed; even under the most dire circumstances.
Charolette, whom had remained quiet for the past minute, seemed to be contemplating her own instructions. No one spoke, in fear to disturb her thinking. Something in her eyes flickered as she looked up with realization.
"I need to get going. I have to get down to my other office, and to the house at noon. I'm sorry to cut this meeting short, but I have to free some siblings from the living grave they're currently trapped in. Thanks to Zeeks." Without further reason, she jumped up, taking her folders, and rushing out of the room. James shook his head.
"We're going to have to talk to the Minister about that quidditch job of hers. She's not going to be able to keep up. Afterall, if my plan works, she'll have to start worrying about a wedding to plan." He smirked, gaining several grins and chuckles. "But I might need some help, any volunteers?" Several hands rose.
A/N: Thanks guys, for your reviews. Though, if you don't like the story, don't read it and don't review. It's as simple as that. I don't appretiate people telling me my story is stupid when I'm enjoying myself in writing it.
Chapter Eighteen:
Groaning slightly, Charolette apparated to the phone booth above the Ministry of Magic building. She thought she'd enter through the visitor way, instead of to the Ministers office. It would better if she got to know the place before apparating all over. Sighing as the machine spit out a button that said "Head of Defence and Quidditch".
Dissappearing into stone for several minutes, she was greeted by a lovely decorated room. A skinny, tall witch was sitting at a desk, reading over something and scribbling something down on parchment. She looked up as Charolette entered the room.
"Oh my!" She exclaimed. "Miss. Rones! We were not expecting you to come in that way!" Charolette merely shrugged, not carring whatsoever. "Please, follow me to the Minister's office, he'll direct you to your offices.
***** Offices...great. Two places to be running between everyday. Then again, I'm taking on two different positions. Well, here goes everything..
But..two offices?
*****
Apparently the Minister moved his office, or used a completely different one from Fudge. Instead of going down as she would have expected, they went up. Up to the top floor. And this bulding was 12 stories.
Guarded by two handsome cherry wood doors, and two auror guards, a sign read 'Minister Jones' written in gold on a red plate.
"Former gryffindor?" Charolette asked the lady whom she was following. The woman nodded, before the doors had opened, admitting them both. Unaffected by the situation, Charolette entered the the rooms, looking poised and indignent. Positivly terrifying.
Jumping up from behind his desk, Ethridge Jones came forward, followed by three other wizards. Though the conditions of the situation were completely safe. The wizards still stood close to the man, clutching their wands in their pockets. Charolette chuckled.
"My dear, what is it?" The Minister asked.
"You body guards are ready to hex me at any moment now." Jones's face made a sudden realization, and he told the wizards to lay their wands in his hand. Pocketing them, he motioned for the woman to sit down in a chair in front of his desk.
"Now," He said, after pooring some tea. "Since you are taking on the Head of Defence Auror's, and Quidditch, you'll have to have two offices. You'll be a busy woman, that's for sure."
"I expected nothing more." Charolette said boredly.
"Then my fears have been subdued. I was worried you wouldn't be able to keep up with two jobs. Alright, you're first office will be on the fourth floor in room 312. Your second office is on floor ten in room 678. Your name is written in dark purple on silver plates. Then it shouldn't be too hard to find. And on your desks, you'll find your schedules, paperwork and missions already there for you. "Charolette nodded,taking the two keys the Minister handed here and looking them over. "Your lunch break is 12:00 Charolette bid her farewell to The Minister, and travelend down two flights to the tenth floor.
Finding her room quickly, Charolette picked up the first crimson red folder on top of the bunch. Openeing it up, showed her schedule and where she had to be at throughout the day.
Sighing with frustration, she noted the first task: 7:00 A.M meeting with the Auror Team Room 690. It was five till seven. She whirled herself out of the room, closing the door and locking it, and tucking the rest of the folders safely under her arm, she half jogged down the hallway and to the left.
Every head in the room turned to meet the gaze of Charolete Rones, their new head of department.
"Good morning." Charolette muttered, sitting down and going through the many folders. Noticing the color of the other folders, she too grabbed the navy blue.
"Well, if it isn't Miss. Rones." She looked up to find Blaise Zambini grinning at her, an awful gleam in his eye that Charolette absolutly hated.
"Yes, it is I." She said a little to harshly. "Now, if we would get down to buisness. Tell me, I'm new here as you can see, what are we here to discuss?" Tonks, who bore deep green hair and brown eyes opened her folder.
"Well, we were all sent on various hunting trips to try and track down several of the surviving deatheaters and followers of Morgana and Voldemort. "
"And? You're status?" Charolette asked, wondering why the hell she stopped talking.
"And-"Tonks said, looking slightly aprehensive. "None of us were able to find anyone. These people are hidden too well." Charolette raised and eyebrow. This wasn't a good sign.
"We've looked just about everywhere." Blaise said, the frustration in his voice was just unmistakable. "None of them can be found. I expect that they're using sorcerery, or some unknown dark magic. But Merlin's dark magic was forgotten when he died."
"That means Corban is still alive then." Charolette growled, looking through the contents of the folder.
"He'll gather followers. He's power thirsty, just like Voldemort and Morganna." James Potter hissed, slamming his fist on the table.
"Indeed he will." Charolette agreed, finally finding the article she was looking for. It was about Corban Zeeks. "No one can, and I mean no one can hide from me, no one except for Corban Zeeks. An old friend of mine. At least, former friend. He always had to be the center of attention, always had to have the highest position. Every girlfriend he had, he had to be on top, and he had to do everything. Power thirst goes in his family. The Zeeks are a quite wealthy family, and uses their riches to buy them power. Corban, besides myself, are some of the most powerfull sorcerers still alive. And there are only three of us." Every pair of eyes were on her, and watching her speak intently.
"Then, then you can find him?" Tonks asked after a moment. Charolette sighed.
"It's an extreemly difficult and tireing procedure. Not every sorcerer is capable of every chant, spell, hex, curse and jinx. Sorcerery takes a persons entire mind and body to do something as simple as changing the color of your ink or even hair. I may be one of the most powerfull, dosen't say that I can do every spell."
'So you"
"I am able, however, to do every spell." Charolette snapped, before Tonks could even finnish her sentence. "There is only one that takes a lot out of me. Which is the one that you need to find Corban."
"So what are we going to do then?" Kingsley Shacklebot asked, looking at the same article that Charolette held in her hands.
"Well, obviously, you can't perform the spell." She earned a few chuckles. "That's where you invite me to come play. When is your next assigned mission?"
"Thursday eve." James Potter said, without looking at his own folder.
"Thursday evening." Charolette muttered. It's Tuesday today. Which means only two days. Alright, here's the plan." Every head was suddenly bent over pieces of parchment, ready to write down their instructions. "You will go out on Thursday as planned, and look for the minor Deatheaters and sorcerers. Most likely, you won't find anything or anyone. But, the following thrusday, or in a week if you please, we will go out. I shall be accompy you, and we will go to Africa. Since we have to search the world, well get the hottest counties done first. And we're only looking for sorcerers and deatheaters. Not Corban.
"You're saving Zeeks for last." Kingsley said, still writing.
"Exactly. He'll be the most trouble. After we catch a few of his men, he'll dissappear from country to country hoping to throw me off. He'll succeed."
"But –"
"I'm not finnished. He will throw me off course. He always used to be able too. I'll then apparate to some country, disguised and protected by the same charms he used on his own body. I will have a Wizard spell performed on me, to alert me when his mind is near me. And I'll locate him, and capture him. But, it could take weeks. I would think it to be a sudden vacation."
"Weeks? What about everything here?" A man asked, whom she did not know the name of.
"You will be here, keeping the Wizarding world in England in peace. I will be roaming country and country chasing Zeeks. When that time comes, I'm appointing Shaklebot in charge. I'll send him orders through owl –er- or whatever creature with wings is avaliable."
***** I couldn't help but smirk at my own joke. Though the aurors don't seem much for comedy. It's not a pleasant subject.
Nor do I want to do this. The world seems to moving much slower than usual. I'm not comfortable with my surroundings. It's on the second bloody day out of Azkaban, and I'm expected to function as normal. I can bearly even eat anything. They made my rations smaller than the rest of the prisoners. I was, after all, a filthy sorcerer.
Gods, I wish I didn't have to work for the Ministry. This was the last on my list, afterall, they sent me to that hell, along with several of the people I'm living with. What a messed up world we live in, magic or muggle.
*****
Everyone in the meeting just watched the woman that they were now calling their boss. Some with confusion, some with respect, some with worry, and some with concern. All faces were mixed. Only Kingsley's face was set to neutral, not to give away any weakness that he never showed; even under the most dire circumstances.
Charolette, whom had remained quiet for the past minute, seemed to be contemplating her own instructions. No one spoke, in fear to disturb her thinking. Something in her eyes flickered as she looked up with realization.
"I need to get going. I have to get down to my other office, and to the house at noon. I'm sorry to cut this meeting short, but I have to free some siblings from the living grave they're currently trapped in. Thanks to Zeeks." Without further reason, she jumped up, taking her folders, and rushing out of the room. James shook his head.
"We're going to have to talk to the Minister about that quidditch job of hers. She's not going to be able to keep up. Afterall, if my plan works, she'll have to start worrying about a wedding to plan." He smirked, gaining several grins and chuckles. "But I might need some help, any volunteers?" Several hands rose.