Candidate Rebirth
Chapter 19: The end of the school year.
With Sirius Black out of the dimension, and the dementors making themselves scarce for a bit, the rest of the school year passed quickly.
Until Chloe decided to take a walk alone after the year's final exams.
It was then that the dementors struck. Five hundred of them.
Chloe ran like hell, casting holy arrows over her shoulder. She could take them individually. She could take them by the dozens, but the chances of her getting kissed by that many was uncomfortably high.
Unfortunately, they were swarming her slowing her enough that the chances of her getting back to the castle was slim.
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From the castle windows, Dumbledore was shaking in rage. He saw that there were hundreds of dementors swarming somebody, and he left his office at a run to collect everybody that could cast a Patronus in the slim hope of saving the victim.
Twelve minutes later he and the professors were heading out followed by a horrified Cyberconnect2 who had a sinking feeling about what was happening.
Halfway to the swarm, the cloudy sky opened up as beams of light started falling from them.
Cyberconnect2 was horrified, she only knew of one magic user around that could be possibly powerful enough to cast such a spell, and even then it was above her abilities.
Chloe.
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Realizing that she couldn't get to the castle in time, Chloe dug deep within herself, hoping that she could find a spell powerful enough to save her.
Something within her snapped, and she knew the words to a spell that she never used before, and she stopped, knowing that it was her only hope.
"Sacred powers, cast your purifying light upon these corrupt souls. Rest in peace, sinners! Judgment!" she chanted.
For a second nothing happened, and then she fell to her knees as her power drained out of her. The spell that was supposed to be learned when she hit somewhere in the mid-seventies was extracting a heavy price for being cast far too early.
Her MP hit zero instantly, her HP dropped to the single digits, and her shares were not able to fully support her existence.
But the spell was cast, and massive beams of light rained from the sky, eradicating the hoard of dementors.
She then hit the ground fully as Cyberconnect2 finally reached her.
"Chloe! No!" she shouted as the candidate's body began to fade.
Dumbledore and the other professors arrived then and was horrified to see their student fading out of existence.
"CC..." Chloe breathed out before losing the rest of her consciousness.
Cyberconnect2 frantically searched her pouches for something that Chloe's sisters had given her. Then her hand closed in it, and she placed the objects she pulled out from her pouch on Chloe.
Dumbledore walked over to the human girl and put his hand on her shoulder and sadly said, "I'm sorry..."
Then his voice caught in his throat. The crystals that Cyberconnect2 had placed on Chloe started shining.
The crystals were sharcite of course, crystallized shares.
The crystals vanished as Chloe came back into a solid form.
It was then that Dumbledore realized that goddess might be more than a measure of power, or of authority, and that those shares that Vert demanded to be high enough might be more necessary than he thought.
"CC," Chloe mumbled weakly as she regained consciousness, and then promptly lost it again, still slightly translucent, but obviously on the mend.
"Thank lady Green Heart, you alive. You cut it too close," Cyberconnect2 said as she held her friend close.
Chloe was still weak, so the Gameindustry native human turned towards Dumbledore. "I'm taking her home, and Vert will probably want to talk to you about the fact that her sister was nearly killed at your school!" she declared harshly. "I will be back after bring her home to retrieve our stuff."
CC called for transport and the two vanished.
Dumbledore sighed. He knew that he would get lectured, but he felt that part of the problem lied with Chloe as well. Everyone had gotten too complacent these last months since the dementors hadn't caused any more problems.
The minister should have removed them after the second time they attacked the candidate.
Now though, he had to find out why there were literally hundreds of the damn things on his grounds.
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It was lucky for Cyberconnect2 that Vert was not present when Chloe and Cyberconnect2 came back, and neither was Chika.
Both were planning on being back in three days when they were scheduled to return.
On the other hand, Cave was, and when CC saw her, she spoke to her, giving orders that she technically didn't have the authority to give, but was such good sense Cave... caved.
"Cave, Chloe is suffering from severe share depletion. Get some guards on her room and let no one besides me, you, or her sisters to enter."
Cave nodded at seeing her candidate's pale nearly translucent face and started barking out orders to her most trusted soldiers.
The candidate's survival takes precedence over procedure.
Although she knew simply being back in Leanbox, Chloe would recover faster. Using more sharecite could actually cause more problems than it solves, similar to overdosing on a drug.
The next day, her sisters returned... and after taking one look at her sister, and a transformation later, Green Heart departed.
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Ten minutes later she was grilling the magical Briton's ambassador about both the location and how to access the ministry.
Tonks, seeing the near murderous rage on the goddess's face, gave the information up without hesitation, especially once the situation was made clear.
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An hour later, a pissed Green Heart was drawing stares in muggle London, when she found the entrance to the ministry of magic.
Entering the numbers 62442 in the phone booth that served as the entrance to the ministry she was asked her name the purpose and of her visit.
"Green Heart, and answers," she snarled.
The badge that dropped stated both since there wasn't anything to shorten.
In the ministry atrium, every magical stepped back as the goddess entered, venting enough power to level the place if she had channeled it into an attack.
Stalking up to the security desk, Green Heart glared at the man behind it, a man that was sweating like a pig, and snarled, "the person in charge of this country, where is he?
The man gulped, and replied, "In an emergency Wizengamot meeting," he squeaked.
"Where?" she snarled.
The man, a veteran of the war against Voldemort, and faced the dark lord himself a few times... fainted.
Green Heart grit her teeth, and in a disturbingly level voice asked, "Can anyone show me the way, or do I have to rip off every door in the place until I find it?"
One of the Aurors was about to protest but the look on the goddess's face stopped him.
"I will Lass," came a grizzled voice, and a man with a badly scarred face and a peg leg stepped forward.
"Thank you," the women said, in a voice that was intended to be polite but had wrath behind it.
The man nodded and didn't take offense, as it looked like the woman was pissed beyond belief.
Taking the stewing women to the meeting chamber, that was sealed was easy, seeing her rip the doors off despite the spells sealing it, made him sigh in relief that he minimized the danger she represented.
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Meanwhile, a meeting was occurring, with lots of shouting. Dumbledore had called this emergency session because of the incident at Hogwarts and wanted to find a way to placate what he felt would be a vengeful goddess.
The meeting had been going on for three hours, and a healthy majority of those present were of the opinion that they owed Leanbox nothing and that Leanbox owed them for the destruction of so many dementors, ignoring the fact that they wouldn't have been destroyed if they hadn't attacked the candidate.
Or the fact that there wasn't supposed to be more than two hundred in existence!
It was at this point... that the doors were torn off and a woman wearing skimpy skintight attire entered, letting loose a maelstrom of energy.
Dumbledore knew who it was, even if he had never seen her like this.
He had on the other hand seen Green Sister.
Swearing in his head, he broke the silence by asking, "Lady Green Heart, might I ask why you felt the need to break in here?"
He already knew the answer, but he wanted everybody to know just what they were dealing with.
"You know very well what the issue is. My sister was nearly killed because you stationed five hundred monsters around your school, monsters I might add, that had been attacking her since the first time they crossed paths," she spat.
Fudge, who had been in the dark about exactly how many dementors there were, leaned back with his hand covering his eyes, and then after a few minutes said, "Enough! I specifically ordered a dozen of the things to be at Hogwarts. Not five hundred. In fact, there isn't supposed to be more than two hundred in existence! Somebody dropped the ball and allowed them to reproduce. Someone get me the name of the one that had supervised them!" Never let it be said that he didn't have a sense of self-preservation.
An auror left, and then came back half an hour confused.
There were two sets of orders about the issue he had been sent to check. One was done by Fudge, who had the head of the regulation of magical creatures in charge.
The second had Umbridge's signature, stating that such supervision was both cost prohibitive, and unnecessary.
When he reported that, Fudge sighed in relief, he could honestly state he had tried, and that someone illegally countermanded his orders.
One that was already condemned to death, as nobody except some random guildies knew that she was already dead.
"I see," Green Heart stated, then she continued, "but that doesn't explain why they were still there after your person reported Sirius Black was in my nation after he had been questioned under your most powerful truth potion."
Fudge blinked, then blinked again. He hadn't gotten any such report. He looked over at the man that ran foreign relations, and that now included Gameindustry and noticed that he was pale. Fudge spoke up, and said, "Well Mr. Crouch, why didn't you inform me of that, so that I could send the dementors back to where they belong?"
The man was angry, he had concealed the fact that the man was innocent because it would be traced back to him, and what influence he had remaining would vanish. He tried to make up an excuse, "Well that is because..." and failed. It was his responsibility to inform the minister of such things. The first letters went to the minister directly because of his undersecretary, a pureblood was involved, but later ones went to him which allowed him to censor some information, and that now bit him in the ass.
"Aurors, arrest him, and search his house, I want to know what he's hiding. Mrs. Vert..."
"Green Heart in this form minister," Green Heart replied, calming now that she had answers and the fact that the ones responsible were being punished.
This was a great relief to those who were close to passing out by the sheer power the woman in front of them possessed.
Those that served the dark lord were grateful the man wasn't around, it would be suicide to get on this woman's bad side.
Or, if what they heard from their children and evidenced by five hundred previously unkillable monsters being killed with a single spell, her sister.
Fudge thought for a bit, and then stated his decision, "I know this won't make up for the trouble that he caused your sister by concealing the issue, or that my undersecretary caused by removing the supervisor, but Conch's accounts will be given to your sister, as well as everything that Umbridge owned."
After taking a deep breath, much to the delight of the heterosexual males in the room, the goddess nodded, and the last of the energy that she was venting vanished.
"Very well, subtract the damage I caused from the amount please," Green Heart stated.
She then called for a port back.
Fudge looked around the room before asking, "Any objections?"
He smirked at the silence and then left a stunned room.
Stunned that the man they thought had a spine with the consistency of a wet noodle at best, managed to save their lives.
And many of them were convinced their earlier reluctance to reimburse Chloe for her near-death experience was a moment of insanity.
Two fathers were pale because their sons had pissed off the goddess.
At least one didn't completely fuck up.
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Green Heart turned back to Vert as soon as she returned to Leanbox, and made a beeline to her sister's bed. A sister that was looking a bit more solid than before.
She wouldn't leave her sister's side for more time than it took to bathe until she woke up a week later.
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Meanwhile, Sirius was thinking.
Something unusual for him.
He was thinking about why there was a book in another dimension that chronicled his godson's life.
Then it hit him, something he had read in Lilly's books one time when he was bored and flipped through a religious philosophy text she had been reading.
It was the closest book, and he had half an hour to kill.
Reincarnation. The possibility of Harry being reincarnated existed, and there was only one person that fit the time period, that would be old enough to write the book and be that pissed that he had read it.
Chloe.
He would have to talk to her once she recovered.
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A small figure was heading towards Leanbox, a get well gift for the one she had a crush on. The goddess that she served approved her vacation request instantly and gave her a mandatory month-long break.
After all, the woman hadn't had a vacation in over four centuries, and the goddess hoped that once she finally got to dating, that she would loosen up.
Or at least take more time off.
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By the time Chloe woke up, both Barty Crouch's were sharing a cell in prison. The raid on their household yielded both Jr. and evidence of Sr.'s crimes.
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Meanwhile, a rat was searching Albania for his master.
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End chapter.