Chapter One:
Has the Ministry Gone Too Far?
By: Rita Skeeter
It has been nearly a month since our teenaged savior has been confined to the Division of Law and Enforcement. But is he safe? A anonymous informant has told that in past dealings with anyone that has stayed in a cell that particular division always end up bad for the Ministry.
For example in the First War, a young Slytherin girl who will not be named was confined for knowing Death Eaters by mere association. She was there for barely a week before she was released free of all charges, but barley two hours out she joined the Dark Lord; destorying countless of lives. Why? Leaked information leads us to believe that not all in the Ministry is legal and harassment was a big part of the transformation.
So is our world truly safe from the Ministry, Voldemort, Order of the Phoenix and perhaps even Harry Potter? We the good people can only pray Harry Potteris returned to us no darker than before. For there is no longer hope for the others.
The more beautiful the snake the deadlier its venom.
Bellatrix was roughly pushed into the cramped cell that remind her so much of Azkaban. Growling ferociously at the guards, Bellatrix pulled herself into a corner of the room. Aurors, she had learned were to never be trusted to keep by their oaths.Still staring at the noticeable rusted bars of the cell she head a harsh breathing from the other side. Odd, that she didn't notice before all things considered. Creeping up to the curled figure; Bellatrix kept one eye on the only entrance to her new 'quarters'.
"Hey. Y'kay?" Her voice rasped. Wincing slightly at the roughness of her voice she reached out to pull back the shaking figure's cloak hood.
"M'fine." A strangled gurgle came out as the now identified male pulled back, stopping her from grabbing his hood.
Bellatrix froze with her crystal blue eyes wide. She could recognize that voice anywhere. "Sirius!" Her hands shaking, "Cruico",she pulled off the hood and couldn't help but want to kill every single Auror that had come within walking distance of her phoenix. Hers...
Those...MORONS! When I get my hands on Dumbledore...
Aunt 'Melia isn't going to be pleased if I miss our lunch date. I better hurry.
Ew, ivy vines. Poor Mus Muris. They always get the worst of luck.
Bellatrix hissed in either annoyance or in hate, she couldn't tell. She's always heard voices...to an extent but never with such clarity. Clicking her tongue she returned her attention to her Phoenix. She brushed his blood coated bangs from his forehead...
Andscreamedin rage.
Blood is thicker than water.
THEIR BLOOD WILL TURN THE RIVERS AND OCEANS RED!
Tonks lips curled into a sneer as her eyes began to flash. Slowly her hair turned black and her eyes blue, trademark features of a Black. Undeniable raged surged through her making her shake.
"Tonks? Are you alright?" Hermione asked frowning from her preach in Black's Manor library.
"I'm fine, girl." Tonks answered the girl in a snarl.
Hermione glared at Tonks before snapping her book shut and strutting out of the library. As the door slammed the fire that seemed to have consumed Tonks left her body leaving her slightly breathless and her hair and eyes violet once again
She's mad, full of fire. Poor Tutela.
This is bad. I just set fire to the Minister's robes! Stay calm! Accidently magic can't be traced unlessthe user isisolated. Oh, man Aunty is going to kill me...
"Come on Tonks! It's just stress." Tonks whispered as she tried to calm herself.
"What's just stress Tonks?" Shackbolt asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Nothing." Tonks replied shortly.
"That explains why you insulted Granger." Shackbolt stated dryly as he watched his coworker try and drill a hole in his forehead.
"I DIDN'T INSULT ANYONE!" Tonks roared as her eyes became icy once more.
My poor Phoenix. Everything will be okay. No one will stand in my way. Not Voldemort nor anyone else.
"No, but you implied it!" Shackbolt snapped.
"No. No, I didn't. She just caught me on a very bad day." Tonks said calmly, the voice's declaration bringing serenity upon her.
Shackbolt sighed before replying, "Come on let's go spar. Work out your troubles in a positive way."
Shackbolt beckoned her towards the Floo; with a hesitant glance around Tonks nodded. It would be nice to practice if only for a bit.
Evil enters like a needle and spreads like an oak tree.
Susan picked at her food. Formal banquets were always tedious on good days but on bad days? She didn't even want to think about the shamed she had already brought upon her family. Setting Minister Fudge's robes on fire and being late to an important meeting with the French Ministry.
"Susie, dear everyhting will work out in the end." Amelia said softly.
"I know, it's just I don't know what set me off." Susan said. "And that's what scaries me the most."
Amelia sighed softly as the main dish was brought in. Her niece had been acting a slight bit odd but...
"Aunty, it'll be okay. Honestly. It's just I'm worried about my OWLs. Really." Susan said as honestly as she could.
Should she tell her aunt about the voices? There was only three of them and it could really be her stress about her OWLs, it just wasn't likely. Susan push the veal around on her plate. The stupid voices had only started after Harry Potter sentence was carried out. Maybe he wasconnected! Susan shook her head; she would ask her aunt tomorrow about Harry and then put him and the voices out of her mind.
Huh. Shackbolt was right. This does make me feel better. I think I'm falling in love with Hogwarts's new training program and out with the one back at the Ministry.
Tutela is feeling oddly despondent.
"Tutela?" Susan whispered to herself quietly.
One down, nineteen more to go.
"Did you say something Miss Bones?" a scholarly type of a man asked her.
"No, but I believe today just got a whole lot better." Susan said smiling beautifully as an Auror came bursting through the doors.
"MADAM BONES! MADAM BONES! THE DIVISION IS UNDER ATTACK!" The Auror shouted breathlessly.
Thirteen to go.
Tutela is falling in love.
Two to go.
One big happy family.
None.
Feeling slightly mortified that she was pleased with the deaths of several Aurors, she turned to face her aunt who was already on her feet. With sinking feeling in her gut Susan stood up a followed her aunt out of the ballroom. She already knew what they were going to find.
A bloodbath.