Makima had thrown herself into her work as The Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. As a result, a lot of her work at Public Safety had been shafted onto a lot of the other team members. Most notably…
"Uh, Miss Makima wanted you to see these."
Dolores Umbridge looked up as Denji the Devil Hunter slammed a large pile of papers on her desk.
"What, may I ask, is this?"
Denji looked. "Papers, ma'am."
Dolores stared at him. She knew Denji by reputation and was well aware that he was incredibly, unbelievably stupid. Still, however, she knew that Makima thought the same, and that it was likely that Denji didn't even know himself.
"Thank you, you may go."
Denji nodded his head and made his way to the door. He opened it, and then slammed it shut. The walls of her office rattled, and every single one of her plates emblazoned with mewling cats was knocked to the ground, and shattered.
Umbridge swore loudly as Denji grinned to himself. He made his way out of the High Inquisitor's office back to his own room.
The staff at Hogwarts lived in their own rooms around their castle. Makima had requested that Denji be allowed to live with her to better supervise them in their Devil Hunter, so Dumbledore had arranged for them to have rooms of their own. Denji had been using floo powder to go to and from work since he and started living here, and was beginning to hate it. Not for the first time, he wished that Makima hadn't been stationed here.
Hogwarts was essentially an impenetrable fortress: there were no devils to hunt here. Denji found most of his down time bored out of his mind, occasionally watching students from his window. He wondered what it was like to attend classes here, but had no magic of his own, other than the powers that Pochita had given him.
It was weird, seeing people his own age go about their normal lives. He couldn't get enough of watching the girls. (The guys he couldn't give the slightest shit about)
Still though, he hadn't even had the chance to speak to one. Makima had given him very specific instructions that he would spend most of his time outside the castle and maintain order. Whether that meant slapping around Fudge's goons or killing devils, in the end he hadn't had much opportunity to do anything other than sleep.
Denji opened the door to his room, yawning, and didn't notice the weird old man sitting politely on his couch. He went to the refrigerator, pulled out a butterbeer, and was already chugging it when Dumbledore spoke.
"Good evening."
Denji spit up his drink all over his counter.
"Who the hell are you?" He demanded. He neither wiped his face or the counter, instead approaching the man aggressively.
"I am Professor Dumbledore. I am the Headmaster of this school."
Denji stopped.
"The… Headmaster?" He repeated, puzzled. "So you're… like a teacher?"
"That's right. I'm Professor Makima's superior."
"No you're not." Denji told him. Dumbledore smiled at him serenely.
"I am, in a sense." Dumbledore said. "I am in charge of running this school as a whole. Makima reports to me about how all of the students are doing."
He raised his wand. A large, comfortable armchair sprouted out of the ground in front of him.
"Have a seat."
Denji sat, and crossed his legs. He stared at Dumbledore.
"If you want Makima, she's not here." Denji said. "This isn't her room."
"I know that very well." Dumbledore said. "I was the one who arranged for you both to live here."
Denji wrinkled his nose.
"The food's good." He said. "It's nice not having to cook… or clean up."
"It is." Dumbledore said. "Our House Elves do wonderful work."
"Elves, huh? I've never even seen one."
"Yes, they prefer to not to be seen by this castle's residents." Dumbledore said. He smiled. "How are you enjoying the castle, Denji?"
"It's okay." Denji said, his voice uneasy. "How d'you know my name?"
"Makima told me."
Denji blinked.
"Oh. That makes sense."
"She likes you very much."
Denji was surprised. Maybe he was closer to having sex with her than he thought. "Oh wow, really?"
"Really." Dumbledore said, nodding his head. "You like her too?"
"Yeah, I want to have sex with her." Denji said, as he leaned back in his chair.
"Oho." Dumbledore said. "Love is such a powerful motivator. Don't you think so? I understand that a short while ago you were living in poverty."
"Yeah, until Makima found me and made me a Devil Hunter." Denji said. "Now I'm living the good life. All I really need now is to have sex."
He stopped. He looked at Dumbledore intently for a moment, who was still smiling serenely at him.
"You're really easy to talk to, Old Man."
Dumbledore laughed. "I have been told that very often, yes." He gestured his head towards the window. "You don't normally talk about your dreams with others, do you?"
"No." Denji said. "No one cares what I want."
"Now that just isn't true." Dumbledore said kindly. "Makima has given you this opportunity for a reason, correct? She has chosen you, of all people, to live here with her and assist her with her work. You are important to her."
"You think so?"
"I think that, Denji, you greatly overestimate just how difficult it is to have sex." Dumbledore said. "Now that you are living an average life… an above average one, by my personal estimation… it should be very easy to have sex."
"But it hasn't happened." Denji said.
"Because other things are important too." Dumbledore said, his voice gentle. "Food, shelter, money… we all need these things to survive. These things are, I think, far more important than sex. And you have all of that in abundance."
Denji was staring at him now.
"You know." Dumbledore said, his voice light and friendly. "There are a lot of young girls your age in this school. I often get a lot of complaints from parents about how their daughters are having too much sex right under my nose while they are attending school here. There isn't much I can do about it… plenty of our older students are legal adults… but for someone like you… why, this might be a major opportunity."
Denji's mind was whirling.
"I can have sex with the girls here?"
"If they consent, yes." Dumbledore said. "You have my… well, you don't need my permission… but I certainly won't stop you."
He stood up and placed a grandfatherly hand on Denji's shoulder.
"Why don't you start getting to know some of the students here, and try becoming their friend?" He suggested. "You are already a successful Devil Hunter, and I know Makima teaching here has led to a surge of interest in that career path in this school."
He made his way to the door.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Denji." He said lightly. "I'll invite you to my office for tea sometime."
The door closed behind him. Denji stared at the stone floor, his mouth wide open. All he could think about were these girls in their silky robes, laughing and running through the halls.
…
Makima sat in her office, her hands folded in front of her. She surveyed the board in front of her with interest. A wide range of chess pieces, designed to resemble those of her enemies and allies, took up each side of the spaces.
"Dumbledore wishes to turn my own dog against me, hmmm…"
The piece that resembled Chainsaw Man moved forward, waving its arms wildly.
"But I am well on my way to controlling his."
The piece that resembled Harry Potter turned on his king, which was made in the shape of Dumbledore.
"Is it a dogfight he's looking for…?" Makima wondered. "Or does he simply believe that he can use Chainsaw Man to eliminate me?"
Chainsaw Man turned around to face her own King, which was in the image of herself. She stared at it impassively. No matter what happened, she couldn't lose Chainsaw Man. But she also couldn't afford to lose The Boy Who Lived. Ultimately Harry Potter was the key to overthrowing both Dumbledore and Voldemort from their positions of power, and if she were to control the world to make it a better place than she would need to do that as quickly and smoothly as possible.
"Dumbledore his using his position of authority at school to use sex to lure in Denji." Makima said. "But… perhaps if I choose an ideal candidate for myself… I can turn that student against him."
One of the unmarked pawns moved forward. Makima stared at it, trying to rationalize just who she needed to use. She stared at it for a moment, as the pawn began to shift about, as an idea began to form in her mind.
When the pawn finally took on a full shape, Makima smiled.
…
The Dark Lord sat on his throne, surveying the meager group of followers that had amassed before him. His red eyes scoured them all for any sign of disloyalty or weakness, and although there was none to be had… save for the sniveling worm Wormtail…. His displeasure could not be more obvious.
"I have returned." He said, his voice dangerous. "To a world that we have completely lost."
The Death Eaters stood in silence.
"My ideas." Voldemort said. "Are taught at Hogwarts as barbaric and primeval. Our attempts at preserving wizarding life and culture have failed by an old, tired man that has spent his lifetime destroying the world he was born into. The Ministry of Magic itself is being controlled by a Devil… a true threat to our society. And yet we have nothing."
"My Lord." Lucius said, his voice urgent. "We did everything we possibly could to-"
"You failed to find me, and restore me to power." Voldemort said. "Thirteen years…. Thirteen years I have spent, powerless and alone, while you wiled away your time, doing nothing to stop our kind from breeding with Muggles." He spoke with contempt. Malfoy flinched.
"Without your leadership, my lord… everything we had built fell apart." Malfoy said. "Laws have been passed… people are frightened to even say your name, lest they be labelled as one of us and ostracized."
"That is no excuse." Voldemort said, his voice cold. "Even in death, I thought of nothing more than restoring the wizarding world that used to be. Where kings and holy men bowed to us, as miracle workers and saints."
He stood up.
"They sought our advice for political issues." He said, as he walked down the stairs towards them. "We cured their diseases, and protected them from dragons. The greatest king in their history, Arthur himself, was trained by the greatest wizard of all time. Merlin himself."
He raised his hand.
"And what did they do?" He asked. "They burned us at the stake, called us monsters. And wished for us to be purged from the world once they had no further use for us. Our kindness and generosity has led to a group of people that need to be desperately purged from this Earth."
He stared at Lucius.
"Have you forgotten?" He whispered. "How much destroying them matters to our people? We will never live in peace as long as muggles exist."
The Death Eaters stood in silence.
"We are fortunate.' Voldemort said, after a pause. "That the Ministry of Magic itself is still very much populated by people who think the same way we do. It is true that their hands are tied due to the influence of Dumbledore, but his influence is waning. If we strike hard, and decisively, we can retake our culture back from these parasites, and continue our great work of exterminating every muggle on Earth."
There was a raucous applause from the Death Eaters as Voldemort flew up above them.
"Fight with me!" He cried. "Fight with me until our enemies have been destroyed!"