This chapter lacks a lot of action, I was gonna have this chapter and the next in one but it was getting long and I wanted to give you something to read while I work on the next bit. So here it is. I don't know that I like it that much, it took forever to write and I kept getting writers block. But I hope you like it, and review it please!
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Chapter 11 – The Ministry of Magic
"It was incredible," Harry uttered the moment they all sat down in the drawing room. "Nine vampires and we dusted them all." Fred and George watched him jealously.
"You got to stake a vampire?" Ron said in awe.
"I staked three," Harry said
triumphantly. He beamed and Buffy could see he was buzzing with the success.
She grinned too, glad that he seemed to be properly happy for once.
"I hope you were careful," Molly said, her own
smile looking a little strained.
"It went perfectly Molly," Tonks assured
her. "There was this moment when the vampires were talking about eating Harry
but Buffy took care of it. She's an amazing fighter." Buffy grinned even wider.
"They wanted to eat you?" George said
enviously. "Lucky. I want to come next time." Buffy shrugged and looked towards
Molly.
"We'll see," she said noncommittally and
from the looks on Fred and Georges faces they considered this a success.
"I dunno if you guys can match Harry
though," Buffy teased. "He was on fire. A better slayer than I am." Harry
laughed.
"Yeah, right," he chuckled. "You were
so fast. Is the other slayer as good as you?"
"Well she'd tell you she was better than me,"
Buffy said, thinking affectionately of Faith's attitude and how much she missed
it. "We're pretty evenly matched. It really depends on who's having a good
day."
"Can we meet the other slayer?" Fred
asked eagerly.
"I don't know," Buffy said, thinking
about Faith and wondering whether she had patrolled that evening just as Buffy
had. "She's pretty tied up with Sunnydale. She's never been in the magical
world before, besides living in the same house as Sirius for a couple of
months."
"You'd all better get to bed," Molly
said, standing up. "It's late." The younger occupants of the room left without
much arguments and Buffy was left with the adults.
"Harry had a good time it appears,"
Lupin said conversationally and Buffy nodded emphatically.
"He's not the only one," she remarked,
stretching out her arms wearily. "It's been a while since I slayed anything, I
was itching to stake those vamps."
She stood up.
"I'm gonna head to bed too," Buffy said,
nodding her goodnights to everyone.
"We'll go to the Ministry mid morning," Bill
promised and Buffy nodded.
"'Night," she called as she headed
upstairs.
****
Buffy dressed early in a pair of jeans and a yellow sleeveless top and came down for breakfast. The Weasleys and Harry had not yet emerged so Buffy read the Wizarding paper while feasting on toast and coffee. Molly was also having breakfast with Bill, Charlie and Lupin. Arthur, she was informed, had gone to work already and Charlie was going to come to the Ministry with her and Bill.
By the time that Buffy had finished breakfast, the others had emerged.
"Where are you two going?" Harry asked as he
helped himself to a hearty breakfast.
"I'm going sightseeing at the Ministry,"
Buffy informed him. "Bill's gonna take me. Want to come?" Harry shook his head
grimacing, and Buffy could have kicked herself for being so insensitive. For
herself, going to the Ministry was another way of getting closer to Sirius and
his life in England. Deep down she wanted to see the archway, so she was able
to feel near to him again. It hurt her that she could walk around his house and
not feel him with her. But obviously
Harry wouldn't feel the same way, the Ministry was where he had lost Sirius and
seen so many of his friends hurt.
She and Bill said waved goodbye and then headed out the front door after undoing the many locks that were fitted on it.
The hot
August sun beat down on Buffy's shoulders and the heat made her fell more
content. She, Bill and Charlie walked down the street chatting easily, Buffy
not quite knowing where they were going.
"We're going to take the visitors
entrance," Bill told her, crossing the road. "It's a bit more interesting."
Buffy eyed him curiously, but he didn't continue.
"Do you two both work there?" she asked them, noting how much taller they both were than her and then thinking mischievously that she could easily take them both in a fight.
"Neither of us do actually," Charlie said with
a chuckle. "I work with dragons in Romania, but I'm on holiday at the moment
and Bill works for Gringotts Wizarding Bank. He used to be a curse breaker in
Egypt but he got an office job so he could be home for the Order."
"What's Egypt like?" Buffy asked and
Bill laughed.
"Pretty normal as it goes," he replied.
"But I want to know what America's like? What's it like living on the hell
mouth?" Buffy thought for a moment.
"Pretty much with the crazies," she said
finally and they laughed. "America itself is okay, I lived in LA before I was
the slayer and I was your typical American teenager, cheerleader, bimbo, the
works. But when I was called I stopped being little miss cheerleader and we
moved to the hellmouth."
"Do you get a lot of demonic activity?"
Charlie asked.
"Yuh huh," Buffy said, nodding with a
grin. "Weekly apocalypses and vampire movement almost every night. The demons
just can't resist the evil goodness."
"Do you get a lot of help from the Watchers Council?" Bill asked shading his eyes from the sun.
"Try none at all," Buffy said with a chuckle
and both bill and Charlie looked astonished. "We're not on the best terms on
account of the fact that I quit."
"You quit?" Charlie asked incredulously
and Buffy nodded.
"There's this slayer test called the
Cruciamentum for when a slayer turns eighteen," Buffy explained. "Basically
they took away my powers and then locked me in a house with an insane vampire.
It wasn't the best of times. My watcher came to save me and when the Council
found out, they stopped him and then fired him. They sent these other watchers
to try and teach me but they were basically useless so I quit. It's no biggie."
Bill whistled in amazement.
"Are all slayers this ballsy?" he asked
and Buffy grinned and nodded.
"You should meet Faith," she asserted. "Look
ballsy up in the dictionary and you'll see a picture of her."
Bill and Charlie slowed to a halt and Buffy stopped too.
"What are we stopping for?" she asked
and they both gestured to a dilapidated phone box in front of them.
"Need to make a call?" she asked. "I
think I've got some change if you need it." Buffy began to rifle through her
jeans pockets until a chuckling Bill stopped her.
"This is the entrance to the Ministry," he informed her and Buffy looked at the phone box puzzled.
"Right," she said. "You're messing with me
right?"
"Actually no," Charlie replied with a
grin. "Come on, we've all got to get inside."
"Ah I see, this is a ploy to get me to
squish in a phone booth with you," Buffy said cheekily. "Nice try guys." Bill
and Charlie exchanged amused glances, both laughing.
"No really," Bill tried again.
"Seriously, just trust us." Buffy scrutinised them both.
"Fine," she said moving forward. "But
just remember that I can kick both your butts." The three crammed into the
phone box and Charlie picked up the disconnected receiver. He dialled 62442 and
waited. Nothing happened for a moment and Buffy was aware of how uncomfortable
she was. Then a cool, clear voice sounded in the phone box.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."
Buffy
visible jumped and the top of her head hit Bill's shoulder blade.
"Ouch!" they said in unison.
A badge rattled out of the coin slot and Buffy picked it up. It bore the legend
'ouch.'
"Charlie Weasley of the Dragon Protection
Association, Bill Weasley of Gringotts Bank and Buffy Summers, a visitor." Bill
said clearly. Three more badges dropped into the coin slot.
"Thank you, please take the badges and
attach them to the front of your robes." The voice commanded. Charlie and Bill
did so and Buffy attached hers to the belt loop of her jeans, placing the ouch
badge in her pocket.
"Visitors
to the Ministry you are required to submit to a search and present your wand
for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the
Atrium." The voice said and the phone box began to descend into the ground. For
a moment there was darkness then it emerged in a peacock blue bright hall. The
floors were dark wood and the walls were lined with fireplaces from which
wizards entered and exited rapidly.
Heavy golden gates lay at the end of the large hall and a golden
fountain displayed gilded figures.
Bill, Charlie and Buffy fell out of the phone box as soon as the door opened,
Buffy giggling madly.
"You're right, that was fun," she laughed and the three walked down the hall to the security desk.
Bill and Charlie presented their wands and they were weighed and registered. The bored looking security guard turned to Buffy expectantly.
"Wand please," he said disinterestedly and
Buffy looked at Bill worriedly.
"I don't have a wand," she explained to
the security guard. "I don't do magic."
"Fine," the security guard said. "Squib
registration number please."
"I don't have one of those either,"
Buffy said and the man frowned.
"What did you say your name was?" he
asked, suddenly animated.
"I didn't, but its Buffy Summers," Buffy
said confusedly.
"You can go through, you've been
accounted for by Albus Dumbledore," the man said importantly and Buffy beamed
at him. She followed Bill and Charlie through the golden gates and into one of
the many elevators filled with Ministry workers.
Buffy could
hardly stop herself from staring, there were so many interesting people in the
lift. They all looked important and serious, perhaps due to the current threat
on the Ministry. A few of them nodded at Bill and Charlie. The lift ascended,
until level six where it stopped and a few people got out. Several paper
airplanes flew into the lift and drifted over their heads. Buffy knew better
than to ask what they were. At level five they got out, the department of
International Magical Cooperation. Buffy, Bill and Charlie walked down the
corridor which was long and painted blue. Windows showed bright sunshine
outside.
"Charmed window," Bill said carelessly.
"Magical Maintenance decides what weather the workers get every day." They
continued walking until they reached a wooden door that said 'Ingrid Albertson
– monetary cooperation' on a small golden plaque. Bill knocked on the door then
opened it.
The three
walked into a thickly carpeted office, where a woman sat behind a desk. The
woman had short blonde hair and thick navy blue glasses which dangled
precariously from the end of her nose.
"Ah, Bill, come in, come in," she said
when she looked up. "Sit down, sit down." Buffy, bill and Charlie seated
themselves on three sofa chairs which shuffled towards the desk.
"I've got the papers right here," Ingrid
said, handing him a sheaf of parchment. Make sure that the head goblin gets
them, the last time there was such uproar and you of all people know how
difficult goblins can be to deal with." Bill nodded.
"Will do Ingrid," Bill said casually.
Ingrid looked at Buffy.
"I don't recognise you," she said politely.
"Do you work on one of the top floors?"
"No, Buffy's our cousin from America,"
Bull said quickly. "She's over visiting us for a while."
"That's lovely," Ingrid said absently.
"What do you think of the American ministry's new centaur policy?"
"Well….umm…I was a little unsure at
first but I'd have to say I agree," Buffy replied weakly.
"Oh, absolutely," Ingrid said
delightedly. "I feel the same way. Some thing needed to be done."
"Yes," Buffy said, with a sideways
glance at Bill.
"You must visit Simon Vance while you're
here," Ingrid continued warmly. "He's the American Diplomat, but you probably
know his name already."
"Umm….of course, Simon," Buffy replied
wildly. "Will do." Ingrid beamed at her, and Buffy smiled weakly back.
"Well we must be off," Bill said
hurriedly. "Thanks Ingrid, I'll make sure they get in on time." Ingrid nodded
at them as they left the room.
"That was close," Buffy said with wide eyes. "I thought she was gonna ask me even more questions."
"You did well," Bill assured her, patting her
back. "Just remember you're our American cousin on holiday."
"Kinda strange since I don't have red
hair," Buffy said with a giggle.
"You'll do," Charlie teased as they got
back onto the lift.
They remained on the lift until level two, 'Department of Magical Law
Enforcement' where they got out. They walked down a corridor then turned a
corner and walked through a set of heavy oak doors.
"Auror headquarters," Charlie whispered
to her. "Remember you don't know anyone from the Order here." Buffy nodded
imperceptibly and followed Bill through the rows of cubicles. She spotted Tonks
and Kingsley talking over the top of a cubicle and saw that that was where Bill
was headed.
"Shacklebolt," Bill said loudly. "I've
got some papers I need an Auror signature on if you could oblige. I could do
with two if it's possible, Tonks is it?" Tonks nodded and they all followed
Kingsley along the row into his cubicle.
When Buffy reached it, she gasped and
her hands flew to her face. Every inch of the cubicle wall was covered with
pictures of Sirius, at every age. He grinned and waved at her in most of them
and Buffy stared until she couldn't bear it anymore.
"Kingsley's in charge of the hunt for
Sirius," Bill murmured, noticing her discomfort. "As far as they are concerned,
Sirius is still out there." Buffy nodded mutely.
"Have you seen much of the Ministry?"
Tonks asked her.
"Not really," Buffy replied controlling her
emotions and looking up at Tonks. "Department of magical coordingy or
something, just to get some papers. I like your hair, by the way." Tonks grinned;
her hair was short and red. "You look like my friend Willow."
"Mum says
come for dinner tonight if you're off by seven," Charlie told Kingsley and Tonks
quietly.
"We'll be there," Kingsley said absently,
looking at the papers Bill had given him. "Where do I need to sign?" Bill
pointed out the place.
"Where else are you gonna go?" Tonks
asked. Buffy shrugged.
"I wanna see the prophecies," Buffy said
thoughtfully. "Otherwise, I'm not bothered."
"We'd best be off," Bill said collecting the parchment. They moved out of the compartment. "Thank you Shacklebolt."
"Make sure you hand them in on time," Kingsley replied sternly. He winked at Buffy as they turned and left the Auror headquarters. They made a brief stop at Arthur's office, finding that he was out assisting obliviators with a muggle who had been attacked by a rogue biscuit tin, before getting into the lift for level nine: the department of mysteries.
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For those of you hopeful of seeing Sirius soon, don't be. Sorry but something else has got to happen before we get to that point. But soon, I promise!
