A/n: Okay, I decided on small snapshots for a few of the options I listed last time. Enjoy!
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The first hint to Fudge that something out of his control was happening was the way his office locked down, keeping him from his much anticipated lunch with Lord Malfoy. The second was the way that the enchanted crest hidden behind the seal of the Ministry of magic burned away the Ministry seal hiding it and the tapestry he had hiding the seal on top of it. The third was the way he watched, in disbelief, from across the room as his official seal of the Minister melted into a bronze puddle of molten metal on his desk. It scorched both desk and set alight a few of the nearby papers that he knew focused on his more behind the scenes endeavors. The actually official paperwork all remained untouched and safe from the burning of the molten metal even when touching the puddle now cooling on his desk.
A sick feeling began to build in Fudge's gut and the last thing he heard was the magically enhanced booming voice of someone unknown screaming traitor in his ears as everything went black.
In a quiet office across the ministry building a new seal formed out of thin air, sitting next to the official Bones family crest on the desk of one Amelia Bones.
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Griphook stared in disbelief at the message from the Ministry, the actual Ministry rather than the Department of Magical Creatures, sitting in the hand of the panting Auror Trainee acting as a live messenger. First that healer sent to Malfoy Manor arrives back from her job snarling about abused wizardlings and stalking into the Wild Hunt department, now this?! All Griphook could think was that the Potter Heir was involved.
"This needs to go to your representative immediately! Its an emergency! Everyone has to be at the meeting!" the trainee panted out desperately.
"Who else are you to deliver a message to?" Griphook demanded as he started leading the Trainee off of the main public floor into the mess of passages where his people worked.
"If I could get Gringotts to send out alerts for the meeting to Family Heads and as many important Faction or People Leaders as possible I was supposed to ask. The meeting everyone needs to get to is supposed to include as many leaders as possible. A threat to all magical peoples has been uncovered!" The Trainee blurted out. "Madam Bones even sent a message with one of the Death Eaters that were hidden in the Aurors to get the Dark Lord for the meeting!"
Griphook, seeing that the young man was serious, changed his direction and headed for the Branch Director's office instead of the representative's office. Whatever happened next was going to be important, Griphook knew. Still he quickly led the Trainee down passage after passage. He briefly wondered if he would ever get the proper story from the confused wizard child that he had first taken to his vault with the oaf Hagrid at his young side.
The explosion of sound and later activity that spawned from the Director's office was nothing compared to the open fury of the healer who had so recently returned from Malfoy Manor. She had, after all, just confirmed that Albus Dumbledore had a significant hand in not only assuring the previous mistreatment of her patients but was probably still doing it. The furious order that locked down the Dumbledore vaults only came after the Director and said same healer had supper together in the breakroom. To say that the Goblin nation and Gringotts bank in particular was furious was quiet the understatement.
Many an owl collapsed in exhaustion by the time of the Emergency meeting.
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Dumbledore sipped at his fruity drink. It didn't happen often but occasionally he tacked on a few days or a week or two on to his ICW duties in a resort if only to reduce how much stress he was inevitably under. He timed it all very carefully and tried to do it during the school summer holidays. This time around his only chance was during the first Hogsmeade weekend. Knowing that things were likely to go insane around Halloween even if only because of young Mr. Potter's apparent knack for finding trouble every Halloween he took the risk. He just knew that he was going to need his, unfrazzled, wits about him when he got back but until then... sushi sounded good for lunch.
The old wizard would later curse his insistence on a complete communications black out for his rest period.
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A/n: So, more chaos at Gringotts? The actual meeting? Our boy's reaction to getting summoned via Dwalish to the meeting? Some idiot getting wind of the meeting and reporting it to the aware muggle side? Dumbledore accidentally showing up for the meeting and his reactions? A look at Hogwarts?