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It was decided that Amelia Bones would take the position of Minister of Magic. Kingsley Shacklebolt would be her second in command. Amelia's old position of head of the law enforcement was now taken by Augusta Longbottom, and Sirius Black would now become head of the auror office.
Najenda knew that this was the best move to make. All of those positions were now filled with those who were not corrupt. Not just that they were also pureblooded witches and wizards so appointing them to their current position was a safe way to play it considering the fact that they had just been overthrown and the wizards were more likely to listen to them as opposed to muggles.
"So what do you plan to do first Minister Bones?" Najenda asked the other woman. She had come with Lubbock and Susanoo to check in on how things were going. Granted it had only been about a week, but Amelia was showing to be far more competent than Fudge had ever been.
"Truthfully this is all a bit overwhelming," Ameila admitted. "I hadn't really considered I would be Minister. Especially considering it was muggles who got me my position. I'm not entirely sure that I'm qualified."
"Given what we heard about you and from your file you were the best possible choice," Najenda told her. "Don't sell yourself short."
"Yeah," Lubbock agreed. "Besides there is a saying that says the people best suited for power are the ones who don't desire it."
"Very true Lubbock," Najenda agreed giving the green haired man a smile who smiled back. "You'll do a fine job and can fix all the mistakes made by fudge."
"I can only hope," Amelia said. "I suppose the first thing I can do is make the announcement that our world will no longer be kept a secret from muggles. I mean your comrade basically made that very clear as she destroyed the statue of Secrecy."
"Yes she can be quite aggressive. But if you do plan to become more open with our world I feel I should inform you that some students at Hogwarts have started taking an interest as well," Najenda informed. "There are jobs available to them should they choose a career there."
Amelia considered the option. "It sounds possible. I will certainly try and mend the gap between our two societies. Although some purebloods probably won't like that."
"I think they would know better after what Esdeath did to those who spoke against her," Lubbock mentioned.
"Scared of her, yes," Ameila agreed. "Angry at her, most defiantly."
"Do you think they might try and remove you from office?" Najenda asked.
"They might try," Amelia admitted. "But with Kingsley as my right hand and Sirius in charge of the aurors any uprising wouldn't last long."
"That's good to hear," Najenda told her. "However there is another reason why we've come here other than to check up on status."
"Oh, and what might that be?" Amelia asked.
"Susanoo please show the Minister the artifacts."
"Yes of course." Susanoo placed the diary, locket, and diadem on Bones' desk.
"What are these?" Amelia asked not quite sure what she was looking at.
"We were hoping you would be able to tell us," Najenda said. "They may appear to be average items, but at one point they were all contaminated, I guess would be the word, with dark magic. Thanks to one of our comrades they were able to be purged. The diadem you might recognize as being that of Ravenclaw's." Amelia's eyes widened. Now that she looked closer at it the diadem did seem to match known descriptions of the lost relic.
"How did you find this?" Amelia asked.
"A substitute found it hidden within Hogwarts." Amelia made a mental note to take a more active stance towards the school, especially if something like this was hidden there. "There's more to it," Najenda continued. "The ghost of the Grey Lady made mention that it was hidden in the school by a Tom Riddle."
Amelia nearly had a heart attack. "You mean Him?!" Najenda nodded.
"The ghost said that he defiled it with dark magic and we have reason to believe whatever he did to these three he might have done to more."
This was troubling. The wizarding world just got done with a complete upturn of their former government. If you throw Voldemort into the picture people would start to lose their minds. "Do you have any idea what they might be or how many others?"
Najenda shook her head. "The only things we know for certain was that he was obsessed with the founders of the school as well as his own family lineage."
Looking back at the objects Amelia noticed that on the locket there was a letter S that might have once been complete if it hadn't been for the fact that it looked like a sword had run it through.
"Well it would appear that he found Slytherin's locket as well," Amelia remarked.
"So he did this to another object that belonged to the founders?" Najenda asked. "Minister are there any other object that the founders possessed that were significant?"
"Apart from these two there are Hufflepuff's cup and Gryffindor's sword. Although the sword is safe and kept at Hogwarts.
"What about the cup?" Lubbock asked.
"Much like diadem it was lost, but knowing You-Know-Who I would expect he would have gone through any lengths to find it," Amelia said.
"If it alright with you Minister could we have access to any files or information pertaining to Tom Riddle?" asked Najenda. "Whatever these things are they are no good to anyone, and I'd rather get rid of the threat before it could arise."
"I agree," Amelia said. "I'll give you full access to any and all information pertaining to him."
"Thank you," said Najenda. "It will be most helpful."
"You are welcome. You know I would say that finding any more of those would be impossible, but seeing the change that you brought about to our society, I'm not underestimating any of you."
Barty Crouch Jr. had been under the influence of the imperius curse for years. His father was the one to subjugate him to the effects of the curse, but that was only so Jr. didn't return to his Death Eater ways since he was one of the few who actually believed that his Lord has still alive.
Technically he was dead. His body was buried on the narrow spit of land that housed Azkaban Prison. It was his father's biggest secret that he was alive. The truth was that it was actually his mother who was buried on that rock. She had taken polyjuice potion and took on his appearance so that he could get a second chance at life.
That second chance proved to be a less crueler version of Azkaban. He was still confined to a set location, and kept under a watchful gaze. However he didn't mind too much because of the curse that he was under.
The curse was not as strong as it used to be when it was first cast on him, but it still served its purpose. It still kept him under his father's control. He was actually treated like an equal by the house elf Winky. She would tell his father that he was being a good boy and that he deserved rewards for them. They usually consisted of getting to go outside, although he had to stay under an Invisibility Cloak so no one would see him.
"Master Barty you have been very good today," the small elf known as Winky said to him. "Master Crouch was done with this so Winky was thinking you might read it." Winky set the copy of the Daily Prophet on the table he was sitting at.
"Thank you Winky," he said in a complete monotone, one of the effects of the curse. Winky smiled and bowed as she left to go clean something or other. Having no other command Jr. picked up the paper and began to read. As he did he felt something he had not felt in a long time. He felt anger.
The paper was filled with how muggles had infiltrated the Ministry and taken over. Muggles of all things! This was insulting magic trumped everything! His master had been trying for years to take over the Ministry and all of a sudden these muggles just take over? This was not his Lord's vision. Did his Lord even know about this? If he didn't then it was up to him to find him and inform him. He needed to leave this house. He needed to be free.
It was like a cloud had been lifted from over his eyes. The curse that had bound him to his father's will for so long was now broken. He was free.
Jr. walked from the dining room to the upstairs and into his father's room and found his father's wand tucked away in the nightstand. Taking the wand Jr. made his way to his father's study. Sitting at his desk was his father, Barty Crouch Sr. the man looked exhausted.
"Junior?" his father asked looking up from the stack of papers he had been working on. "What are you doing here?" Jr. didn't even bother to answer as he pulled out his father's wand pointed it at the man and spoke the word that had kept him prisoner for years: "Imperio."
His father's worried looking eyes soon glossed over and a tranquil look came upon his face. Jr. licked his lips and couldn't help but to laugh at the turn of events. The master had just become the servant.