Chapter Something! I dont remember what number!
James had dashed out of the room with no other words, and was skidding threw the halls, bumping in to no less than three walls. The headmaster had long given up on chasing the boy, and was simply levitating himself behind James, silently cursing his old age.
James arrived in front of the headmasters office, in front of the gargoyle. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Screw!" He commanded, and the beastly thing jumped out of the way, giving James the finger along the way. The headmaster was still one hallway behind, and did not see the exchange.
James threw the floo powder into the fireplace in a swift motion, and tapped his foot impationtly till the headmaster arrived.
"How did you get in here?" Albus asked, his face screwed up in thought.
"Never mind that! Lets go, come on!" James said, literally pushing the old man towards the fireplace.
"Ok, ok!" Dumbledore protested, and James released his hold. They climbed in carefully and called out the name: tenth flour, east corrider, Ministry of Magic, London!
They walked down the the last door, where a spanish women was gaurding the door. James smiled at her, and asked "Can we...?" gesturing at the door. She gave him a blank look.
"My god! They sure do hire cheep laborers here." Abluscommented. The girl didnt even know english. Dumbledore growled. he didnt appreciate cheap immigrant labor.
"uhm... vamos a la oficina de Minister Fudge. Podemos...?" James asked hesitantly, as albus blinked at him in surprise.
"Si, si. Rapido!" The woman answered relunctantly, giving in easily to james's charm. She gave him a small smile along with a silver key. Magic didnt work on the door.
MEANWHILE
Twenty two an a half counts of litering on ministry property.
fourteen counts stealing ministry files
two counts ofaccomplishing immoral acts on ancient inca burrial ground, in South America.
"Hey! It wasnt on the burrial ground! Thats a lie! I demand an appeal!" Dante said, purposely trying to cause commotion.
Dante hadlaughed openly at the last one. Immoral acts! The first 'immoral act' was... well. ok. He screwed a very bueatiful spanish collegue in a motel less than a mile away. And the second act? He cussed out the ministry officer who had caught him.
"It wasnt any of the ministrys business what i do!" Dante cryed in fake outrage. The press were snapping pictures, having a downright fieldday. The minister put his hand over his eyes and sank down into his chair. Half the wizardingamot was purpling, the others sniggering.
BACK IN OFFICE...
James was sifting threw all the papers on the ministers desk. He had found NOTHING as of yet, and was starting to get desprate. It would be the only way to free dante, scince all the charges where completely true, and some even justified. These thoughts of worry ran threw his head, the headmaster was standing outside now, not wanting to ruin his reputation of law-upholding. James had smirked in understanding, and entered the office on his own.
James sunk into the heavy leather chair of the ministers desk. He needed Dante. He really needed him. He was the closest thing to a father, a friend, a brother James ever had, and james knew that there was no way in hell telling the jury that would get Dante off. He rested his head in his left hand, elbow on the table, his right hand lose on the desk, lightly touching the paper that was next to the notice about the death eater, Luscious Malfoy,'s arrest. A second later, it felt as though his hand were on fire. With a noise of surprise, he yanked it up from the desk.
He stared at the paper, rather, document. It was a notice of a bill to be signed, baning werewolves from public offices. James growled at it. He hated prejudice bastards. Then he noticed that the papers wording was smudged and glittering. He smirked dangerously.
OUTSIDE THE OFFICE
Dumbledore stood, leaning against the wall and pondering the latest bit of information. How had James learned spanish? That kid was some kind of Aissan Puzzle, he swore.
The door opened and shut, and he looked over at james, who was now doing what Albus had mentally named "James's Happy Jig." Having ended the "Happy Jig," James shoved the paper under Dumbledores nose triumphantly.
"Revealus!" He said in a sing-song voice, pointing his wand at it, struggling with his body to discontinue the urge to jig some more. The paper went blank, thenthe words apeared: Password? "Umbridges's Ass." He announced clearly, and the paper turned blank again before citing the following:
Fudge-
What the hell is going on! We had a deal! A solid, honest to god deal! I wasnt going to Azkaban! You swore! After all the donations i've made! I Gave you the dark mark for godness sakes! Now you're locking me up? Hah!
Fudge, i hope you pray to god that my letters of our... transactions do not get into the hands of the press! I know you're people will get right on the cover up! James could have sworn he heard the sneer in the letter.
-Luscious D. Malfoy the third, And dont forget it!
The letter was short, to the point, written on a filthy piece of paper. But the aristocratic hand-writing of one Luscious Malfoy were not easily forgetable, James thought, as he looked at the back of his hand, on which Malfoy had scribed : You Belong to the Dark. For what purpose, James did not know. Dumbledores slight coughing/choking sound signaled the end of his reading, and interupted james's pondering. Quickly, james put his black leather glove back over the mark. He felt ridiculous, but he felt that the mark was..private.
"This is very good James!" Dumbledore stated, awed. James thought of Dante, squared his shoulders, and with only a quick "Gracias!" over his shoulder, james ran into the fireplace at the end of the corridor.
He had to free Dante.
A/n:sniff: dont hurt me! Sorry it took so long to update! How about we agree on an updating date? How about... Every Friday? Get back to me on that! Please review! This story's got a lot of chapters and barely any reviews! Is there any way to... advertise it? Heh? See ya friday!
-lindz