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Warnings: None kinda…….Sakura may seem a bit OOC but yeah…..
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A/N: Wow, that's six reviews! SIX! And that's out of the apparent 181 people who has clickth my fourth chapter which could be the same person over and over again, I really hate how completely baffling the hit counter is….my excuse for this late update is after the story which you can read if you want.
Tomoyo gazed amazed at the facility. Her attention was captured by the golden fountain in the middle. Golden statues of a witch, a wizard, a goblin looking creature, a centaur, and another, she couldn't really tell what it was, was the centre piece in the midst of the clear water. At a closer glance, she could see strange coins at the bottom, many little bronze ones, a few silver ones, and a couple of gold ones.
"The money donated to this fountain is given to St. Mungo's, a hospital run by healers trained in magic," Albus explained briefly. They strode over towards the golden gate. A bored looking man sat a table with a sign that said 'Security'.
"Wand please…."
"Here you are." The man reached out to grab it. He froze when he saw the familiar face of the wizen old wizard. The man immediately got to his feet.
"D-dumbledore sir." Albus' eyes twinkled. Others turned to stare.
"I believe you haven't checked over my wand." The man hesitantly took the long polished stick from Albus and went through the procedure quickly making sure to treat the wand with extra care and caution. He turned to look at Tomoyo, Eriol, and Nakuru.
"They are my guests and they do not carry a wand." They left a very puzzled man behind as they boarded one of the many lifts in the next room.
Albus reached over; a small compartment slid open, revealing an orange gold button which Albus clicked twice. The elevator slowly ascended upwards.
Albus stepped out of the lift with the others and entered the first room occupied by a young lady with short brown hair slouched over the desktop reading a book titled, 'Easy Manicures, Handy tips with magical treatments'. Occasionally, she reached over and picked up a piece of parchment from the short stack to her right and glanced over it, stamping it with the wooden stamp. Sometimes she tapped it with her wand making it zoom towards the elaborate wooden double doors behind and through a slit; much like a one has for mail, into whatever was inside. The lady paid them no attention, eyes roaming boredly over the text.
Albus cleared his throat, softly. The lady looked up.
"Here to see the Minister, sir?" she said, smiling lightly, sitting straight in her seat. She confirmed his appointment and beckoned him towards the doors.
"Feel free to roam the ministry, but mind that you don't get into any trouble," Albus said before disappearing behind the doors.
Eriol lead the way back to the golden lift as the secretary lady started tapping some parchment which folded itself into a paper plane and flew passed them into the lift. They hovered there as they entered. Tomoyo clicked the down button.
The lift descended slowly and as it came to a slow stop, the voice spoke, echoing in the small elevator.
"Level 2, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the improper use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters and Wizengamot Administration Service."
The moment the doors slid open, a man in sweeping midnight blue robes walked by holding a box. Suddenly, a stream of fire came from under the lid and nearly scorched one of the dividers that stood in the area.
"Oi, watch it there, keep those things under control," the one who sat in the desk behind the divider yelled hoarsely as a paper memo turned sharply and narrowly missed being embedded in his frizzy thick hair. Nakuru squealed loudly as large round green eyes were seen peering from the hole in the box. She rushed out of the lift to investigate, Suppi and Kero tumbling roughly in her pockets.
"N-Nakuru! Don't harass that man! Please excuse me, Tomoyo-san, enjoy your wanderings. I will join you after I save that man from Nakuru's wrath," Eriol spoke quickly, hurrying over to the tall brown haired girl who was asking loud questions while leaning forward, causing the man to lean back and stumble, squeaking in an attempt to answer.
The elevator's door shut as the last enchanted memos entered. They reached the next level.
"Level 3, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes including the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, Obliviator Headquarters and Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee."
Tomoyo was just about to get off and wander this amusingly named floor when a huge man wrapped in a thick furry brown cloak squeezed in. Memos rocketed out and in and the door closed with a ding.
"Level 5, Department of International Magical Trading Standards, International Magical Office of Law and the International Confederation of Wizards, British Seats."
On level four, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, etc., the large man had left, the level was chaotic with papers zooming around, people rushing here and there carrying stacks and boxes. Sometimes from within a cage covered in a dark cloth, a slimy black tail swayed from it, extended from behind the bars. Everyone was yelling; obviously, something important must be up. She decided to leave this level for later, if possible.
Tomoyo clambered out before the doors shut and watched a heavily clothed man walk over to a scorched and worn out desk near the entrance.
"..this is the fourth desk this week! People here have issues or something with trading highly dangerous objects, why the last one almost bit my desktop off, that crazy plant…."
The man dropped a wrapped bundle onto the desk, which was cautiously prodded with a wand before being opened. An animal, that looked oddly like a crumpled up dish cloth, started hobbling over the desk, making loud squawking sounds. The dreary man examined it over carefully, asking the man questions.
"So you say it's highly trained? Where was it originated? I can't say I've seen one quite like this before-"Abruptly the animal squawked and growled menacingly and pounced on the dreary looking man who yelled loudly as it tried to gnaw off the silver chain around his neck. Other employees came over to subdue the creature so to speak. Tomoyo slipped into the next lift which was quickly vacated by a thin woman wearing a veil and clutching a small wooden box to her chest.
Tomoyo must say that this visit to the ministry was one of the most mind boggling things she has ever seen. She did however feel immensely guilty that Sakura was not here to share such wonders. In her searches, she visited level six just previously and was ambushed by a group of strange foreign people with rolled carpets heaved over their shoulders. An office employee apologized to her and proceeded to wave a few sheets of paper in front of the men's faces, yelling out that Flying Carpets were officially banned by law. Not very soon after, the employee became enraged at the confused men and started hollering, provoking them to start beating him with the dusty carpets.
The elevator once again stopped and the cool female voice spoke up once again.
"Level 7, Department of Magical Games and Sports, incorporating the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, Official Gobstones Club and Ludicrous Patents Office."
This certainly sparked her interest. She didn't have a moments warning when the door slid open and small golden ball zipped into her hands.
"Ludo! I thought we told you not to bring those in here anymore; they cause too many distractions! You should really be doing your paperwork; you shouldn't slack off as a new employee," a young witch with curly blonde hair scolded while her ruby red robes swayed with every step she took over to check on the young interns working away at a long parchment.
A young man with a strangely crooked nose, dressed lavishly in yellow robes, hurried over to Tomoyo as she stepped out of the lift. He flashed her a huge smile before starting.
"I'm very, very sorry, Miss, but that's my snitch you've got there," he said, gesturing to the round golden lump in her hands. Curiously, she spread open her fingers to look at the small ball. It was no bigger than a walnut, with small silvery white wings attached it which were crumpled slightly from her grasp. However, it didn't stay there for long. Upon its release, the so-called snitch zipped out from between her fingers and zoomed to the other side of the room, tipping a very tall stack of paper over on its way.
"LUDO!" The witch shrieked as it batted her in the face as it went by and the stack of paper righted itself with a flick from her wand. The young man gulped nervously, flashing an apologetic smile to her, and went off to search for the loose snitch. Tomoyo decided to go to the next floors.
After exploring the Atrium, counting all the little coins in the fountain, and watching as the many people came from the fireplaces with a burst of green flames, she entered the lifts and clicked the down button again. She was surprised when the elevator descended once again.
"Department of Mysteries," the female voice said. It didn't say anymore, and it also did not close its doors to continue downwards. This must be the bottom floor or the basement of some sort. It was only a very long hallway filled with strange wooden doors. To the left was a staircase going down. So this wasn't the last level. After trying some of the doors, she decided that they were probably locked for a purpose and descended down the stairs.
It was dark and damp down here; the floors and walls were made of gray stone. The walls were lit by the scarce light from the three torches that were slotted into metal holders down the long hallway. There were wooden bolted doors down every side. Just on the other side, she saw a group of people huddled together. One amongst them separated from the crowd and drew out a key and fitted it in the large heavy lock.
Noises of shuffling and clicking later, the lock was unhinged and hung on the wall. The wooden door creaked open slowly. Tomoyo hesitantly walked a little closer.
"Unhand me! I didn't do anything wrong!" a girl's voice yelled, echoing along the corridor. Many of the people had hurried towards the door as the man who unlocked the door thrust out a girl dressed in a thin black jacket and pink t-shirt. Her skirt was stained slightly and reached her knees. Heavy shackles adorned her thin wrist. Tomoyo recognized the auburn short hair and the green eyes in an instant.
Sakura-chan!
She opened her mouth to call her when a hand grasped her shoulder and turned her around.
"You are not authorized to be here, young lady."
Sakura was thoroughly manhandled as they dragged her to the tall chair in the middle of a caving courtroom of some sort. The moment she sat in the chair, the golden chains that she thought were mere decorations came to life and slither upwards, binding her to the chair uncomfortably.
The people in the stands that circled her above sat whispering to one another, sneaking glances. Many official looking people gathered to sit on the stands that were lowest to the ground around her. The wizen lady, Millicent Bagnold was with them, in her plain velvet purple robes. A young boy was acting as a scribe, hurriedly pulling out a well of ink, several rolls of parchment, and a set of quills. The rude man in the purple robes was there as well.
Sakura glared at them as they sat at their respective places. In a moment's time, everyone was there, Millicent Bagnold raised her hand and the room fell silent. The group of people dressed in plum coloured robes emblazoned with an elaborately designed W on the left side of the chest waited anxiously while trying to remain authority looking.
"The 14th of July, we come to court as followed, the accused is charged of the following crimes: being or initiated as a Death Eater…" a collective gasp was sounded as people stared in disbelief. "…attempting to attack a ministry wizard without reason..." more gasping. "..and the kidnapping of Harry James Potter," Millicent spoke in a loud voice. The young scribe was scribbling frantically. Ink almost splattered in his haste to re-dip the quill. The murmur got louder. Another raised hand brought them to silence once more. The purple robed man who had caught her before stood to speak.
"As the first eyewitness, we, as in my group and I, were chasing down a Death Eater in hiding who was holding a black cloaked bundle," he said as Sakura narrowed her eyes and listened quietly. "The dementor that sought out this Death Eater chased her down the street and into an alleyway in the outskirts of London. I arrived on the scene to find this girl under some sort of barrier which the dementor could not penetrate. Soon after, we comprehended her and brought her to the ministry. During this time, she attempted to attack me in hopes of escaping."
Sakura opened her mouth to say something, but the minister quickly cut in with a sharp retort.
"However, several important points remain unknown; who this girl is, as we have no records of her, though she definitely knows the existent and how to use magic quite well. Also, how did she manage to get a hold of young Harry James Potter, and what did she want with him? I am hoping that you can answer that." At this she eyed Sakura specifically. Sakura sighed deeply before answering.
"My name is Sakura Kinomoto. I am a tourist-"Here she heard the purple robed man snarl "Quite believable..." in an untrusting tone of voice. "...from the country of Japan currently staying with my friend Eriol Hiiragizawa who has arranged for me to study at Hogwarts for the summer-"
"That's quite a story you made up, girl!" the purple robed man said abruptly. Millicent sent him a sharp look and turned to Sakura for her to continue.
"I met young Harry in an alleyway two days ago. I, however, did not know of his last name and what importance he is to you people, but he obviously does not want to stay with you-"
"As if!" Some people in the crowd murmured in agreement. Millicent cleared her throat for their attention.
"I will ask you this, Sakura Kinomoto; are you or are you not a Death Eater?"
"I am not this Death Eater you believe I am."
"Are you in anyway working for, or deeply supporting He-who-must-not-be-named?"
"No, I don't even know this He-who-mus-"
"She's lying so obviously!"
Millicent shushed the man. However he continued.
"How do we know if she is lying to us or not, hmm?" The crowd agreed instantly as did some of the official looking people. Millicent looked troubled and she turned to the stern looking woman beside her.
"We will administer Veritaserum." The Stern Woman delved her hands into something behind the stands and withdrew a small crystal bottle. Something told Sakura that it wasn't something good.
The stern woman came down from the stands and walked towards her, followed by the purple robed man. She carefully uncorked the vial and with a small dropper from the pocket of her robes, she held the small dropper of liquid close to her face. Sakura immediately shrank backwards, trying to avoid getting drugged by this liquid.
A rough textured hand grabbed her jaw and forced it open painfully; no head shaking could get her loose. With her mouth snapped open and the dropper nearing steadily, an impaling doom seem to seep into her.
The drop of liquid was ready to trickle down her throat when a young voice very loudly yelled.
"MISS SAKURA!"
With strength she did not know she still possessed, Sakura wrenched her head from the grasp as the liquid dribbled onto her pink shirt, and looked in the direction of the voice. A little bespectacled black haired boy ran towards her, finally glomping her tightly around the unchained part of her arm.
"H-Harry," she breathed. How did Harry get here? Almost as if god was answering her thoughts, someone else who had also entered the room spoke up.
"I found the little one locked in your office, Millicent; I had dropped my bag of sherbet lemons in there," With that said, the wizen old man pulled one of said sherbet lemons from it's yellow bag and popped it in his mouth. Accompanying him was a young man or boy if you wish to call him, and a lady. The boy with dark midnight blue hair and glasses, the lady with long purplish hair who was fingering the hem of her purple blouse top. Tomoyo and Eriol.
"Administering the Veritaserum finally? I believe you have made a better decision on court judging, but this isn't really the right person to test it on," the wizened old man said, his eyes twinkling behind half moon spectacles.
The purple haired man and Millicent stared shocked at this man, as well as the others in the room.
"Dumbledore!"
To Be Continued
Ankaris123: Mmmm that was fun….kinda, I gotted school……stupid school……and then I got sick with a fever and felt like feces for two days, then I spent four days mourning over my screwed up voice induced from the sore throat and cough, then I had a science project and a math unit test, and then I had a load of homework which I hate….Yam would know, she's my science partner for the project….which I still hate, that's basically what happened, I suck, you get an update really late, sucks to be us, let's just hope Yam can beta this real fast so you can read this
Editor's (Yam) Note: Word yo. The usual editing of overused commas today. JOY XD. Anyway, Dumbledore always save(d)– if you know what I mean) the day! Heheh, I just realized that if you type a happy face on Microsoft word, an automatic smiley face will show up It must be fun to write about all the levels and magical shtuff. Yes, one would wonder why I got the job of beta-er with my messed up instant messaging slang. Uh-oh, I hope my stupid WordPad doesn't affect some of the words again... Righto. Peace Ankaris. - Yammy
Review please if you want, not enough people like to comment because they think I'm weird cheese, thanks for reading Just Coincidental, we'll (more like I'll) see you next time with our latest installment which is not yet written...better start cracking...