Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Akame Ga Kill is owned by Takahiro and Tetsuya Tashiro. I own nothing.
This was it. Today was the day when Tatsumi, Akame, and Chelsea would infiltrate the wizard's Ministry. Harry had sent his Invisibility Cloak for Akame to use via his owl Hedwig. Chelsea had disguised herself and asked for their opinions on it. Both of them told Chelsea that it was spot on.
Equipping Incursio and activating his own Invisibility, Tatsumi entered the public restroom and put his feet in the toilet as instructed by Sirius. This is so gross, he thought, but then again he saw the way some of these wizards dressed, so he was guessing that weird was just a part of their culture. He pulled the handle on the toilet and felt his body begin to spin at incredible speeds and felt like he was being pushed through a narrow tube. Next thing he knew he was popping out of a fireplace in some sort of crowed atrium.
Looking around he saw two rows of the fireplaces running parallel to each other that would light up with green flame to allow a person to step out. The rows led to a fountain decorated with golden statues of what looked to be a wizard, a centaur, an elf, and other magical creatures. There was also a paper stand being managed by two wizards who were passing out copies of the Daily Prophet.
The fireplace next to him lit up with green flame but no one came out of it. People noticed but kept on walking by probably thinking it was just an anomaly. If he had to guess he would have to say that it was Akame who was wearing Harry's cloak.
The fireplace across from him lit up as well and he saw that Chelsea appeared from it in her disguised form. Some people would glance at her, but only for a second before they kept on walking in the direction they had been going. Deciding to follow the crowd Tatsumi carefully merged into the flow of people trying his best not to touch or bump into anybody. As strange as wizards were even they would take notice if they walked into something invisible.
Walking past the fountain and a security desk where the guard was talking to a few incoming witches and wizards. He found himself in a space where people were getting onto lifts to take them wherever. Tatsumi would just have to wait until the crowd died down so he would be able to grab a lift for himself. After about a minute or so he heard a ding from behind him to allow a woman whom he recognized as Madam Bones and another witch wearing a vulture hat to exit the lift.
Seeing his chance Tatsumi entered the lift and closed the lift doors before anyone else could climb in. looking at the buttons displayed before him Tatsumi decided to take to the lower floors and make his way to the top. He felt the lift give a lurch and took off backwards before heading straight down. Now that he was alone he deactivated his invisibility, it wouldn't do to have him using up his energy when he didn't have to.
The lift came to a stop and a voice announced that he was at a place called the Department of Mysteries. Activating his invisibility once again, Tatsumi began to explore. Looking down a corridor to his left he spotted three people talking to each other near a black door. The shortest of the three had mouse brown hair, while the other two were rather large and imposing with a vacant expression on their faces.
Sirius had been kind enough to give them a name of people who were once Death Eaters and these three people matched the descriptions of Nott, Crabbe, and Goyle Sr. to a tee. He couldn't hear what they were saying but Nott Sr. opened the black door at the end of the hall and the three of them walked inside. It looks like he found his targets. Tatsumi approached the door and opened it following his quarry inside.
Lucius Malfoy sat in his office looking over a few papers and reading over the Daily Prophet. The head line stated that Fudge had gone public with the knowledge of the existence of Imperial Arms, as well as the fact that multiple teams of aurors went missing when trying to negotiate with the muggles to hand them over in a diplomatic fashion.
The reaction had been exactly what he had expected it to be: people were calling for blood. So far the muggles had been able to resist the aurors that were thrown their way, but that wouldn't last long. After all once the order was given for the auror corps to launch an all out assault the muggles were sure to be overwhelmed. Lucius could honestly say that he was glad. It would serve them right for believing that they were superior to wizards, even mudbloods were better than muggle filth. Once they got their hands on those weapons they would be able to purge the magical community of the mudbloods, he and his fellow Death Eaters would still carry out their Lords desire.
The door to his office creaked open and he looked up to see who had entered without his permission. It was none other than his house elf Dobby. "What do you want Dobby?" Lucius asked in disgust towards the servant before him. "I did not summon you."
"Dobby knows Master," Dobby told him as he walked towards Malfoy patriarch. "Dobby just thought that Dobby should be here in case Master did need him for anything."
"Thinking for yourself is dangerous Dobby," Lucius warned the elf. "I would recommend that you not do that."
"Dobby deeply apologizes," Dobby said with a bow to his master. "Do you wish for Dobby to punish himself?"
Lucius turned his gaze away from Dobby and back to the paper on his desk. "I'll punish you later," Lucius told him. "Now go back to the manor and see to your chores."
"Dobby has finished with the chores sir that is why Dobby has come here, because Dobby is having the time."
"Do not question your master Dobby!" Lucius yelled at the elf. "When I tell you to do something you do it! If I tell you to go back to the manor and leave me alone I expect you to do it like a faithful servant!"
Dobby shifted on his feet. "Dobby was not questioning his great Master. Dobby was merely just telling him the chores were done." Lucius grabbed his cane and jabbed Dobby in the stomach with it.
"Are you talking back to me?!" Lucius jabbed Dobby again pressing the elf up against the wall. "Learn your place you slave!" Lucius kicked Dobby's legs out from under him causing the elf to fall to the ground. Lucius threw in one kick to the ribs before turning away from the elf and returning to his desk a few feet away. "Perhaps I should consider getting a new house elf if you don't learn to behave," Lucius said over his shoulder as he caught a glimpse of the elf standing back to his feet. Lucius shook his head and returned his attention back to the paper.
As Lucius continued to read the paper over the happier he felt. Fudge was doing exactly what he wanted him to do and he didn't even have to bribe the man to do it. Lucius was aware his elf was standing just behind his chair and right as he was about to turn around to strike him yet again for not doing as he was told, he felt a slight prick right on the back of his neck.
He felt his body began to stiffen and he barely mustered the strength to say, "D-dobby you-," he fell out of his chair and was left staring up at the house elf who was holding a needle in his one hand. Then much to his surprise Dobby was engulfed in a puff of smoke and in his place stood a young woman with auburn hair who was sucking on a lollipop.
"You know I once worked for a man who was a lot like you," the woman said looking down upon his dying body. "He too treated others horribly. All of the servants were afraid of him. He had money and a title and he thought that kept him safe, but he was wrong. He ended up dying just the same as you. Who knows maybe you two will see each other in Hell. Just something for you to think about during your last moments."
Lucius didn't have the strength to grab his wand. He didn't even have the strength to mutter an insult or slur. This was the end for him.
Chelsea watched as once proud pureblooded noble took his last breaths before finally meeting his end. "I wish I could say I felt some sympathy for you," Chelsea said. "But honestly you had it coming to you." One corrupt official down, about a dozen more to go.