The Dark Lady
Chapter 23 – Take Over
By gracie5412
Shout outs to –
Weasely (for chapter 21)
So I must say that I'm kind of upset none of you reviewed chapter 22, was it that bad? Or did you all just give up on me and no one is actually reading this at all? Well if there is anyone out there on the other side of the screen thinking this story isn't utterly rubbish please let me know, 'cuz at the moment I'm feeling a little unloved.
Now that I've had my moan I can get on with the story! Let me know what you think.
Two months later Hermione was feeling very disappointed. She had been waiting for Harry to strike an attack with the remaining Order members so she could wipe them out, then there would be nothing getting in the way of their attack on the Ministry a plan that they had been working on for a long time.
But, Hermione decided, she was bored of waiting around and Harry and the few left posed little threat in comparison to her vast army. Not that Hermione had any plans of letting them deal with Harry or Ron. That was her job, she felt it only fitting that it should be her holding the wand that would kill them, no matter how cliché that was.
"Mistress? Malfoy is requesting to see you." Her guard alerted her about three seconds before Malfoy burst through the door.
"Malfoy!" Hermione barked harshly "Just because you are second in command does not give you the right to strut around like you are in anyway important to the place."
Malfoy thought of various sarcastic remarks to use as a reply to this statement but sensing his Mistresses frustration at that particular time decided that it wouldn't be best to actually say them out loud.
"I am sorry Mistress I forgot myself, please I beg for your forgiveness." He said in the most apologetic tone that he could muster on the spot.
"You wanted to see me?" Hermione inquired moving on.
"Yes I would like to inform you that the spies we have planted around the Minister are rousing suspicions from other workers. In my opinion I believe that we should strike soon before they can find anything out." Malfoy informed her.
"Well I didn't ask for your opinion did I?" She snapped.
"I am sorry My Lady, it was wrong of me to voice such thoughts." He said through clenched teeth, starting to get very pissed off.
This was not the way he had envisioned this conversation going. He had wanted to breeze in and get Hermione to agree that they should take over the Ministry in the near future. The deal he had struck had a time limit to it and he wanted these tasks to be done before it expired.
He had spent the last two months watching Hermione sit around looking over plans that they had checked thousands of times and he was getting inpatient. As did the other deatheaters, he was eager for things to happen. A small part of his mind still wanted to see if the know-it-all mudblood that he had spent his school years competing with could really do it.
"It seems that Potter is far to cowardly to strike with so few in numbers and I am so very bored of waiting for him. I'm going to shove all that to the back of my mind on we shall bring our attack on the Ministry to the near future." Hermione said decisively, ignoring the fact that this is exactly what Draco had said to her just seconds before.
"Good plan My Lady." Draco said shooting her a smirk, which she ignored.
"You may go now." She snapped and let out a sharp breath as he exited the room.
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The next morning she was in a better frame of mind and was able to start the first wave of preparations in order to invade the ministry. This was choosing whom she wanted in the army that she would lead to victory.
This meant having a meeting with the training coaches to gather their opinions on the most able and up for the task. After many arguments the final hundred fighters that would be in the first wave were decided. The second wave contained a further hundred but the third was only fifty as by the time they entered the ministry most should already be dead.
After the meeting was adjourned Hermione went into the Hall where her followers were gathered to address them. She walked swiftly along the aisle to the raised podium at the front and climbed up onto it. Once she was sure all eyes were upon her she began.
"My followers!" She declared. "Tonight we start something! Tonight we begin our attack on the Ministry, for hours I have been carefully selection the army that shall accompany me next week. If you have been chosen to be part of it all you shall be alerted early in the morning thought your dark mark. In just a week the ridiculous excuse for a Minister of Magic we have shall be dead and I shall be in his place. You shall be there along side me! You shall be the ones to take over each of the departments and shape them to the way that I would like it to be."
These words were greeted with a joyous cheer which pleased Hermione greatly. She was glad that they could show such enthusiasm to their cause. She hoped that this wouldn't subside to fears, doubts and questions before they were expected to fight for her.
"This time next week," She continued "We shall be in charge of this country, the Dementors shall be brought from Azkaban to patrol the streets and flush out any resistors that we can round up to kill."
A stammered question that Hermione didn't quite catch came from somewhere in the crowd. The smirk instantly left her lips and her expression hardened.
"What was that?" she snapped.
"I-I sa-said what about Potter?" A death eater stammered quietly.
"I shall deal with him when the time comes but there is no great need to as there is no prophecy about him and I, we can both live in this world without one of us needing to be dead. But when the chance arises I shall, of course sweep him from my sights. There is no question about that." A smirk played across her lips as she imagined the final confrontation she would have with her former friends.
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The week passed pleasantly quickly and soon the night of the take over was upon them. The two hundred soldiers were getting kitted up in their black robes with hoods pulled over head casting their faces into shadows. While this was going on Hermione was pacing her office impatiently waiting for the first hundred people to be ready so she could go and kill the current Minister of Magic.
The plan was to hit the floor the Aurors worked on first and wipe them out as they are the ones trained to deal with matters such as Deatheaters. From there they would split some going to the lower floors to get rid of the workers there while the others would hit the upper floors to do the same task.
Hermione, however, would not get to take part in the killing spree that to her looked so fun. But she had important matters to attend to. She had her own, small but strong, group of people who would accompany her to the top floor where the biggest office was located. This was the office of Mr Fudge, the Minister of Magic. There she would kill him and take over his position.
From there they could have their say on what the laws would be and what would go on in the country. This meant that they could round up the Mudbloods of the country and kill them all, after disposing of Harry and Ron of course.
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They were ready to go, all lined up in neat rows standing to attention. Hermione walked in front of them, up and down the lines silently for a few moments before opening her mouth to speak.
"Tonight is the night. Tonight we make this right. We fix this country and return Wizarding England to the way it should be. Tonight we fight!"
With these words Hermione clamped her right hand against her left forearm, covering her dark mark and disapperated. In the seconds she did so she connected to all thee other dark marks in the room and pulled those people with her also.
Seconds later they were stood outside the Ministry, Hermione pointed her wand at the building and started to undo the wards set upon it. It took her about five minutes or so to do and luckily the Deatheaters around her were casting charms to make them all invisible so even if someone happened to glance out of the window they wouldn't be seen.
"Ok let's go." Hermione commanded as she lowered her wand. "You all know where to go."
She watched as they all disapperated and sat down on a bench nearby. Waiting for about five minutes she got up and also apperated into the building. To her glee the inside was in uproar. The floor was littered with the dead bodies of Aurors who had been caught unaware. There were very few people left on the level Hermione had just appeared in, this meant that the other floors were currently under attack.
Stepping over bleeding corpses she found the stairs that took her to the next floor. Here there was more action when she arrived there but there was still more Deatheaters than Ministry workers left standing so Hermione didn't stick around to help.
When she got to this set of stairs she was greeted by a mass of people running down them to aid their friends on other floors. With a flick of her wand a burst of green light flew up the stairs and instantly killed them all. Once they had all collapsed to the floor Hermione continued on her journey.
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Another three floors passed before she got to the top of the building. The sounds of the fight below could be heard with the odd shout, crash or scream. Hermione was greeted by a large set of double doors intricately carved with magic symbols from thousands of years before. The hinges and handles were made of real gold and there were threads of it running in and out of the wood, making it glimmer when it caught the light.
"What a waste." Hermione muttered to herself as she blasted them into tiny pieces.
"Ah! Mr Fudge." She said with a false pleasant tone, "how lovely to see you and you're looking so good!"
At his expression she pulled a face and corrected herself. "Well actually you're looking so positively terrified, which is even better."
"How did you get in here Miss Granger?" He asked when he finally found his voice.
"Do you really think that those pathetic little wards you had upon the building would stop us all getting in? And I thought that you would have even stronger ones on this room, but obviously not." Hermione said with a shrug and a smirk.
"W-what do you want?" He stammered.
"What an intriguing question Mr Fudge "What do I want?" I want to be rich and famous, have a nice house, go on a few holidays, and so on. But I guess by now I'm already famous aren't I? But I'll tell you what I really want right now. Your death. Let's see if I can get at least that one today shall we?"
"You won't get out of here." He said confidently. "The Aurors will stop you; you'll be taken to Azkaban and be Kissed."
"I hate to tell you, oh no wait I don't, I am very pleased to tell you that all your precious little Aurors are lying dead in their offices."
"Well then security will be here shortly to kill you."
Hermione laughed and in a singsong voice said "They're all dead, there's no one to protect you."
Finally realising he was cornered Fudge reached for his wand in an act to defend himself.
"Oh come on old man do you really think that you'll win? Times are changing people want things that you aren't going to give them. Things that I can give them, your time is over it's time for me to put this country right."
"And how do you expect killing people will do that?" He asked with a bitter edge to his voice.
"Wizards and Muggles should not mix. Muggles can't possible begin to understand the superiority of our race so we cannot let them become a part of it, the only way to do this would be to wipe out any links between our world. You will not do this for the people so I'm taking over."
"You can't just kill me and expect everyone to follow your words." Fudge pointed out.
"I know that idiot. It's not just you I'm killing don't be so big headed. My Deatheaters shall repopulate the country and anyone who does not have the blood line or will not fall into step shall be eliminated."
"Just like that? You'll kill half the population!"
"Oh well if that's what needs to be done then so be it." She shrugged dismissively. "Anyway you've made me loose the point of my visit. I came here to kill you and now we're having a long heartfelt conversation."
She pointed her wand at him but before she had the chance to even open her mouth he had shouted the spell to disarm her. The wand shot out of her hand and clattered to the floor loudly.
"Now that was just mean." Hermione said with a pout before lunging at the man.
They toppled to the floor, Hermione pinned him down wrestled the wand from his hand. Kicking him hard in the ribs she sprung up and aimed the tip of the wand at his chest.
"Avada Kedavra!" a green light shot from the wand and hit the man lay on the floor.
Unfortunately as it wasn't her wand the spell didn't go exactly to plan. A small amount of the green light travelled back up the smooth wood and engulfed her right forearm completely. Her flesh was left black and charred, cells completely dead her arm from elbow down rendered completely useless.
