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FROM THE IMAGINATIVE MIND OF PINOY GAMER
IN COLLABORATION WITH [ENTER TEXT HERE PRODUCTIONS]
PRESENTS
Resident Evil: Evolution
Bioterrorism has finally struck the Wizarding World, shocking its inhabitants with its ruthless and unforgiving nature. Although contained and eliminated, its victims are left to pick up the pieces of their broken mighty illusion. The nightmare may be over but can they ever sleep peacefully again?
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Thoughts - 'Word'
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Part 3 - Percy
(September 3, 2005 | Ministry of Magic, UK)
"Minister, a question from Daily Prophet!"
"Why was Hogwarts placed under a lockdown?"
"Are our children safe?"
"DMLE was placed on Alert Level 3. What is the reasoning for this?"
"Has Albus Dumbledore declared his intention to overthrow you?"
Their entourage stopped, turning towards the beat reporter who asked the question. Their group (minus Umbrigde) were mobbed by reporters the moment they appeared in the Apperating Point of the Ministry. "E-excuse me?" Fudge stuttered, surprised. Even Dumbledore was dumbfounded. Percy didn't blame them - he had a low opinion on Daily Prophet reporters but this took the cake! "If he was planning to do so, why is he here with me?"
The reporter shrugged. "Headmaster Dumbledore was always a polite man."
To Percy's relief, Director Amelia Bones had finally arrived along with a detachment of Aurors. The mob gave way for the formidable woman. "You will all receive the reasoning later. Please wait until the press conference later today."
The Aurors moved quickly, creating a protective detail around them. They then headed for one of the elevators. "I would like an explanation as well, Minister, Headmaster." she muttered, teeth clenching as they entered one. "I arrived at my office with two notes that Hogwarts was attacked but everything is fine now?"
"Peace, Amelia." Dumbledore soothed. Behind them, Percy removed the disillusion spell he applied before apparating. "We will explain what happened. A lot of things have been upended since September 1...a mixed bag of opportunities and failures."
Percy snorted. "The Magical World will never be the same again."
Bones finally spotted him. "Mr. Weasley, I didn't see you earlier." she frowned, inspecting his armor. "Why are you in a suit of armor?"
"Marshall Weasley, Director." he corrected. "I'll explain later during the meeting. There will be a lot of revelations later."
The lift ding'ed, announcing their arrival. "Don't worry Amelia," Fudge assured her as they stepped off. "You're not the only one looking for an explanation. I was given the barebone version of it earlier!"
Bones grumbled as she led them to the meeting room. "At least you got an explanation, Minister. All my office had to work with was your note and the Headmaster's letter."
Upon entering, he was surprised to see all the department heads present...including his father. "Are we waiting for anyone else?" Dumbledore asked as the three made their way up front.
Bones shook her head. "This is everyone."
Fudge nodded, clapping his hands to get everyone's attention. He gave them all a once over. "Settle down everyone and please ask your questions later." he ordered. "We are about to experience the greatest crisis in our world since the Blood Supremacy War."
That got everyone's attention. 'That's one way of putting it.' Percy snorted. Some of the tagged Death Eaters had frowned, no doubt wondering if they had been discovered. "As all of you heard this morning," the Minister began. "Hogwarts was placed under lockdown on September 1, 2005. It was shortly relieved early morning of the following day. What you don't know is Hogwarts was held hostage."
That drew sharp gasps among everyone. "An old alumnus," Dumbledore continued. "Mary Spencer, Batch 1990, took over Hogwarts through unknown means. She wanted to test magically-enhanced Muggle Bio Organic Weapons against Harry Potter."
Percy could see there was worry in his father's face. "Harry?" He wasn't surprised - Harry was all but adopted by the Weasly Clan. "Is he…"
"Fret not, Arthur, Harry is safe." the Headmaster assured. "In fact, he also liberated Hogwarts!"
"Surely you jest!" one of the directors exclaimed. Percy recognized him as one of the suspected Death Eaters the Shadow Guard tagged, though he forgot his name.
Percy then stepped in, gaining everyone's attention. "We don't. His actions, alongside Daphne Greengrass and Agent Fluer Delacour, were broadcasted to the trapped Hogwarts student and faculty."
"A lot of things have also been revealed today. In fact, you are not alone in your confusion." Fudge took over. "But there are only two things we must concern ourselves for now: one, Muggle illnesses can be magically enhanced to target the Wizarding Kind; and two, the Crown has long been aware of us. May I present you Marshall Precy Weasly of the Order of Merlin."
The Order Marshal didn't flinch when everyone turned towards him. He could see the looks of surprise, shock, and confusion on their faces. Some were even raising their voices to ask him questions. He ignored them, zeroing in on his father's questioning look. He stared back, giving him a look offering an explanation later. Thankfully, his father caught on what he was trying to convey.
Deciding enough was enough, he pulled out his service firearm. Firing it into the air, he smirked when everyone winced. "I know all of you have lots of questions. To put it simply," Percy began. "The Order of Merlin is the magical military arm of the Crown since time immemorial. We have been present even before the Ministry of Magic was formed or the Statue of Secrecy was signed."
He gave them all a look. "Had this been any other time, none of you would even know about us. Unfortunately, these are not ordinary times."
Phillus Thickness raised his hand. "I find it hard to believe that the Queen would have a magical army without us knowing! Surely such an army would be too difficult to hide!"
Percy snorted. "When the Statue was signed, the Crown respected the decision of its constituents to hide themselves. To fulfil this, the Order was to break contact with the magical community, focusing all our efforts to protect the Kingdom against foreign magical intrusion."
That was a lie and Percy knew it - the Shadow Guard were ordered to monitor the situation. They even took clandestine missions if things weren't going in the Crown's favor. Riddle would have won the first Blood Supremacy War had not there been no interference from the Crown.
Now it was time to break their false perception of reality.
"Unfortunately, given the recent events, Her Majesty has decided to directly interfere."
Percy grinned as shouts of outrage rang throughout the room. There were even looks of disbeliefs directed at him. "Err...Mr. Percy-" the headmaster tried to begin.
"It's Marshall Weasley to you, headmaster." he cut, giving him a glare.
"Y-YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" a pureblood screamed. "That Muggle Bi-"
A black could suddenly enveloped him, dispersing to reveal a Shadowguard holding him hostage. "Never disrespect the Queen within our presence, pureblood." Percy stared at the quivering man, now recognizing him as a member of House Nott. "We're legally allowed to kill anyone who does so."
The Shadowguard released him, sinking back into the shadow before appearing behind him. "Marshall Weasley," She handed a bag of pamphlets to him.
"Thank you, Shadowguard."
She bowed. "The shadows hide nothing from the Crown, Marshall." She then disappeared into her own shadow, to everyone's shock.
'That should scare them.' he thought. "The Queen wishes to meet with high ranking members of the Ministry. To that end, this pamphlet will teach you how to observe yourselves when you meet her."
He then distributed the pamphlets with a flick of his wand. The Marshall watched everyone, thankfully, leaf through it. "Any questions?"
"Why should we...grovel towards the Muggle Queen?" a cadet member of House Goyle sneered.
Percy smiled. "For three simple reasons: one, you are legally obligated to do so; two, because we are her subjects; and three, well…" he paused. "That pamphlet you're holding? Yeah, it's cursed to make sure you follow the instructions there when you meet the Queen."
Everyone stared at him in horror. "Yes, you heard me right - it's a touch-based curse along with a security array etched into it." he no longer hid his grin. 'Oh the boys are going to love this…' "Magic will now compel you to 'grovel' at her regardless if you're a racist or not."
He then sobered up. "I'm going to be blunt with all of you - the Queen does not like who you've governed. She had high hopes when the Blood Supremacy War ended, hoping to see a better government. Unfortunately, given the blatant nepotism of certain families and racism towards muggleborn citizens, she has decided to step in.
"However, this does not mean she does not recognize your efforts." he glanced at Fudge. "Although she does not like how you've handled things, your clean record speaks highly of you. While you might end up as the last Minister of Magic, she has high hopes you will still serve whatever magical government she draws up."
Fudge had a surprised (but pleased look) on his face. "Now that is out of the way, let me debrief you about the situation in Hogwarts."
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In the end, his briefing went smoother than expected. Everyone listened and asked the correct questions. He chalked it up to the bomb dropped earlier. It probably sucked the energy to make these meetings longer.
"Thank you for this highly informative meeting, Marshall." a more sober Fudge said, once Percy was finished with the debrief. "Once the information about BOWs have been released, make a list of how it will affect your department or office. We'll discuss it next week, same time and place. I'm making this a mandatory meeting for all Department and Office heads, understood?"
A chorus of affirmation rang throughout the room before Fudge ended the meeting. Percy could see both the Headmaster and the Minister wanting to have words with him. Thankfully, his father arrived first, making the two pause. "Hello...Marshall," Arthur began, looking unsure. "Shall we?"
The younger Weasley nodded, standing up to follow his father. He gave the two heads a look, silently promising an explanation later. They walked in silence, neither willing to do small talk as they reached his office. Once they were fully seated, Arthur gave him a sad smile. "You weren't referring to the Ministry back then." he stated, referring to their past fight.
Percy shook his head, making Arthur sigh. "Where did I go wrong?"
"You didn't." he corrected, making his father look up in surprise. "You were a role model I looked up to, following the rules...well, except for those loopholes you kept on putting in that law of yours."
Arthur snorted, not looking bashful one bit. "What went wrong, Percy?" he asked, turning serious
"Mother, the twins, peer pressure, my older brothers," he listed. " can go on if you like."
His father waved him off. "I understand," he started looking tired, if he aged ten more years in seconds. "I should have been firm with my children."
"You can give them the riot act once we release the students. We're only quarantining them for the next two weeks." Percy answered. "Although I think they know. We had a talk before I left for HQ. Just...just don't expect me to visit so soon."
Arthur nodded slowly. They lapsed into silence, enjoying their time together. "You know," his father began, smiling at him. "I might not know what all this mumbo jumbo about the Order of Merlin...but, it makes me proud you've risen through their ranks. I always knew you were meant for greater things, Percy."
For the first time in forever, Percy was caught surprised. Sure, he's been praised by his parents (though they felt a bit off sometimes). But this one...there was something profound about how his father praised him. It was something he couldn't make heads or tails about. "I...thank you." he cleared his throat. "It was a long seven-year journey, I'll tell you that."
Arthur perked up, looking intrigued. "Can...can you talk about it?" he asked, unsure if he should.
Percy smiled. "Best ask for some refreshments." he pointed to his throat. "It's a long story, after all."
His father glanced at the clock. "Sure, I got the time."
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Percy watched from the sidelines as various radio reporters and press journalists from America, Middle East, Asia, Africa, and mainland Europe filed into the designated area. She could even see some Rita Skeeter and Xenophilius Lovegood there. The stage was already prepped up, one long table facing the crowd and four chairs behind it. "Are the Guards in place?" he muttered, giving a quick glance at Gemma Farris.
The shadow guard nodded. "We're also watching some of the tagged officials in case they decide to disrupt the proceedings."
Percy nodded as the Slytherin alumnus departed. Moments later, Director Clive O'Brien joined him. "Must say, I'm both excited and nervous." Clive commented, getting a snort from the marshall.
"To be fair, everyone's nervous. Whether they like it or not, the Wizarding World is changing." Percy sighed. He then pointed towards Skeeter and Lovegood. "Watch for those two. The former makes muggle paparazzis look like angry poodles. The latter's more like a conspiracy theorist high on cocaine."
Clive snorted. He gave Percy an amused look. "Even here, you have those kinds of reporters?"
"You'd be surprised what we don't have."
They lapsed into silence, watching the reporters and journalists settle down. An assistant then came for them, saying that it was time. Directing them towards the backstage, where Dumbledore and Fudge were waiting for them. "Everyone ready?" the assistant asked, getting everyone's nods. "Good, we're live once you're on stage. When you sit down, wait for the crowds to quiet before beginning."
Giving the signal, the four of them walked up the stage, taking their seats. An occasional flash appeared but the crowd was thankfully quiet. "Good evening everyone." Fudge began. "This press Conference is to address the situation regarding the current lockdown of Hogwarts since September 1, 2005, the status of the students, and...and the effects it will have on the Magical Society."
This started murmurs among the reporters. "The first day of Hogwarts began as usual," Dumbledore continued, a serious look on his face. "The new students had been sorted when Mary Spencer, an alumnus of Hogwarts, held Hogwarts hostage."
Percy could see the looks of dread and disbelief from everyone. Thankfully, no one dared interrupt Dumbledore's tale of Potter and Greengrass' heroic effort to free Hogwarts. "...and that is what happened." Dumbledore finished. "Any questions?"
"Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet!" the infamous reporter exclaimed, getting annoyed looks from the others. "Surely this...this Bio Organist Whatchamacallit is just a false thing! Everyone knows that Muggles can't make such advance...thingys!"
O'Brien snorted quietly beside him. "Normally, I'd agree with you, Ms. Skeeter." Fudge said. "Unfortunately, this is the second Bioterror Attack the magical society has experienced - third if we consider the first outbreak as one."
The North American Times quickly raised her hand. "Alice Pine, North America Times. The first outbreak was in Raccoon City." she pointed out. "Are you saying that there was another outbreak before the Hogwarts one?"
The minister nodded, looking solemn. "The French Ambassador, when I was informed about the Hogwarts Outbreak, revealed that the Incliner Village was destroyed-"
"Adeline Couture, The French Connection!" a frenchie suddenly stood up. "Did...did yo-you say...Incliner?"
Fudge, realizing what was wrong, slowly nodded. Suddenly, the French reporter gave a loud sob before rushing out. "Oh dear…" Dumbledore said, giving the retreating reporter a sad look. "It seems one of our guests knows someone from Incliner."
Everyone remained quiet, unsure what to do next when the Al Jazeera reporter raised his hand. "Mohammad Akbar, Al Jazeera." he introduced himself. "How exactly were Mr. Potter, Ms. Greengrass, and Agent Fleur Delacour able to free the school? From the way you explained it, it seems both of them had prior experience with bioterror attacks."
O'Brien coughed, gaining everyone's attention. "Good evening, I am Director Clive O'Brien of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance." From the looks of it, some of them knew exactly who he was. "While this is Ms. Greengrass' first outbreak, Harry was one of the five magical survivors of Raccoon City while Agent Delacour led the survivors of the Incliner Outbreak. It was through their experiences there that they managed to survive the outbreak long enough to call for extraction."
Another reporter raised her hand. "Juan Makapuno, The Sea Herald. Isn't the BSAA a non-magical organization?"
"Correct." O'Brien answered, creating murmurs among the crowd. "One thing you must note is that Harry survived the events through the help of Claire Redfield and Special Agent Leon S. Kennedy."
"I'm sorry, did you just say Leon S. Kennedy?" Pine interjected, disbelief coloring her voice. "The same Special Agent Leon S. Kennedy who went alone to rescue the US President's daughter in Spain from a BOW cult?"
O'Brien nodded, making her jaw drop. "Holy shit, I can see why the kid saved the school."
The BSAA Director chuckled. "Harry's experiences in Raccoon City made him realize the dangers of BOWs pose to the Wizarding World. When the BSAA was founded, Harry began drafting plans for a magical response unit should a bioterror attack target your society."
"Surely there's no need for one!" Skeeter raised, a predatory grin. "The Aurors-"
"Are no match for these BOWs." Fudge finished. Percy could see the surprised or shocked looks on everyone. Everyone knew that Fudge always portrayed that the Ministry was capable of handling things even if they can't. The mere fact he stated it as a simple fact means he understood the situation very well. "If not for the efforts of Mr. Potter, our society would have fallen already."
He paused. "So no, Ms. Skeeter, we really need this Magical Response Unit."
'That should shut her up.' For the first time, Skeeter sat down with no come back. Reporters would no doubt make sure this gets the front page. "Sev Toksya, Tsar Bomba." Toksya pointed at him. "A couple of questions to the...person beside Director O'Brien. Are you a member of this MRU?"
The marshall shook his head. Standing up, he made sure to puff his chest out. "I am Marshall Percy Weasley of the Order of Merlin, the royal magical forces of her Majesty Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of Her other Realms and Territories Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith."
He paused, letting his words sink at the stunned crowd. "Any question regarding the Order, Her Majesty, or anything related will be answered in a different press conference to be held in the Tower of London. Details will be sent to you via owl tomorrow morning earliest."
Toksya nodded, acting unbothered by his revelation. "What is your role here, then, if I can ask." he followed up.
"With the potential threat of Magical Bioterrorism, the Ministry, BSAA, and the Order has agreed to cooperate to prevent further outbreaks." Percy explained, giving a glance at O'Brien. The director nodded. "Nothing is final yet, although all parties have agreed that Harry Potter will lead the Magical Response Unit."
All the reporters rose up as one, their voices unifying to ask about this reasoning. It took Dumbledore casting an Amplifying Charm to quiet everyone. "Yes Ms. Pine."
The American reporter stood up. "Would it be possible to know why a fifteen year old would be leading this unit?"
"Besides being the man behind the unit, Harry has requested that he be made the commander." O'Brien answered. "However, he did agree to only take command once he graduated Hogwarts."
Pine sat down before Lovegood raised his hand. "Xenophilius Lovegood, The Quibbler. Is it true that the Longana Clans of Italy supplied Il Vetro the virus that destroyed Terragrigia?"
To his surprise, O'Brien schooled his expression. "As this is an ongoing investigation, we have no comment."
Lovegood merely nodded, writing down something. 'How the hell?' "Follow up question - will the WilPharma T-Virus vaccine work on magical beings?"
"The vaccine is still in its early stages. We are also unsure if such a vaccine would work on the T-Mage."
Pleased, Lovegood sat down. Makapuno then raised his hand. "What is T-Mage?"
"T-Mage is the virus that was used in the Hogwarts Outbreak." O'Brien answered, now looking relaxed. "From Harry's description, it's a magical version of T-Virus. Our top researchers are currently looking into it. However, I would like to stress that we have little to no information regarding it."
An unsettling silence fell among them. "I will not lie to you," Fudge began, drawing everyone's attention. Percy glanced at his former boss. He had this serious look on his face, something he had never seen before. "Never has our society experienced a crisis so profound, so great that it shook our very core."
The Minister stood up, planting his hands on the table. "We all slept peacefully on September 1st, knowing that our children were safe and sound. We awoke on September 2nd, shocked and confused to the news of the Outbreak. Today, I cannot give you any other reassurance except one.
"We will overcome this!" he declared, his tone full of confidence and passion. "We have faced the Witch Hunts, the Global Wizarding War, and even the Blood Supremacy War! Each and every time, we came out on top. Battered, bruised, and damaged, yes - but champions nonetheless!"
Percy could see everyone was enthralled - the technicians, the ministry workers, the bystanders, and even the journalists and the reporters. "Now, we face another trial - one that will change the entire Wizarding World forever. Regardless of connection, of family, or of status, we will feel this change." Fudge gave Percy a quick glance. "For better or for worse, we must change."
The Marshal smiled, knowing Fudge just gave his consent. "But we are not alone in this endeavor," he continued, turning to O'Brien. "We have allies - old and new, magical or not - all over the world ready to face this threat head on. Together, we will stand against this growing darkness of evil. Together, we STAND!"
The entire auditorium roared, Fudge's words of encouragement stoking the fires of patriotism. Percy merely watched, knowing that tonight, change has finally arrived.
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