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Chapter 2:

A man sat on a comfy chair with a smug smirk on his face. His right hand fingered a high quality cigars and occasionally inhaled it. There was satisfaction on his face as he enjoyed his cigars. He spun around on his chair and caressing a few documents on his desk.

"My, my...Cornelius," said a feminine voice."You seem awfully happy. I presume it has anything to do with those papers?"

"Why, Dolores dear, right as always," the man said. "Dawlish…"

Another man in the room surfaced from the dark corner. "Yes, Mr. Fudge?"

"Pour those wine of mine for three. We have a celebration to do," Cornelius Fudge said with a glee in his voice.

The man named dawlish rolled his eyes and lazily dragged his feet to the other corner of the study room which held the bar.

"So, Cornelius, care to share with me whatever have your mind in cloud nine?" asked Dolores Umbridge silkily.

Fudge flapped the papers slowly, "This, Dolores dear, this paper will certainly thrown a certain Riddle off his throne."

Dawlish was back with three glass of red wine. Each person grabbed one of it.

"Let's just say that I managed to make Riddle loose his trust with a certain group and with one hundred certain they will strike each other."

"You sabotaged the transaction between Death-Eaters and Grindelwalds?" Dolores Umbridge said in astonishment. "Are you sure it's safe?"

"Of course it's not safe," muttered Dawlish while sipping his wine. "Nothing is safe in this business. Either you rule or be ruled out."

"But…Death-Eaters and Grindelwalds….they basically the two largest groups in Under-Worlds," Umbridge frowned.

"Yeah, and I cannot wait to be the sole ruler of Under-worlds after the two organizations had been ruled out!" Fudge cackled and dawned his wine in one gulp.

"Yeah and make you be the center attention from the Phoenix," stated Umbridge, she too sipped her wine. "Just please tell me that you did with absolute discreet, Cornelius, or else you could be died in seconds."

"No need to worry Dolores, that's why I have Dawlish here to protect me. Aren't you Dawlish?"

The man nodded.

"Oh well, whatever suits you, I guess, Death-eaters and Grindelwads aren't fools though," Umbridge still had her doubts. "What did you do?"

"Me?" Fudge smirked. "Oh, not me, Dolores dear, I did nothing. The spies inside those two organization that did it all, they misleading the informations system, leaked out their transactions schedule, swaping the goodies into second hand goods, spreading rumours…simply to say they're causing chaos with the trust between the two. And last night, last night I sold their transaction to the Phoenix and swapped all the items with imitations, I made it as if they betray each other. Clever, no? I believe they lost some of their underlings in the battle last night… well, good riddance I'd say."

Silence ensued.

"As for the Phoenix," Fudge swirled the wine by shaking the glas slightly. "Once I take over the throne from that Riddle, I'll take care Dumbledore and his Order."

The triumph could be seen from Fudge's face. The moment was interrupted by the sound of scratching from the door which every person in the room turned to look at. Fudge scowled.

"Keep your blasted cat from scratching my door, Dolores….it had done enough damage as it made a habit!!" Fudge growled, not really appreciating his secretary's pet habit.

Umbridge rolled her eyes while stomping to the door. Dawlish smirked and headed to the bar again and intended to stay there savoring the alcohols. The bodyguard could hear his boss low mutters and the soft clicking sound of an opening door. He leant on the bar, putting his weight on the bar table, and enjoyed his alcohols, while he sharpened his ears. It wouldn't do if he slacked on his job as a bodyguard. He might not see, but he also proud of his sense of hearing.

So he could heard the gentle cooing sound from Umbridge and soft mewls from her cat. He assumed by the lack of footsteps, Umbridge hadn't gone back to her seat, currently occupied by her beloved pet. Dawlish savored another gulp.

Another mewl.

A cold breeze of wind.

A soft purr.

And a light chime of choker bell used usually to cats.

"What's that sound?" came the Umbridge voice.

Dawlish frowned and looked at her, "Isn't it your cat's bell?"

"My Pinky doesn't use any bell!"

"What?!"

A clunking noise and from the corner of his eyes, Dawlish saw Fudge slumped on his desk. He rushed to his boss and his eyes buldged when he arrived at his side.

"Fudge is dead!!"

"WHAT?!!?!?" shrieked Umbridge.

She hurried to the desk and noticed that her boss was indeed dead, considering the slits from both side of his neck and the pooling blood that surrounded the desk, chair, and the floor. She let out a strangled scream of horror and collapse on her feet.

Dawlish straighten his master upand realized that the papers were gone. He looked around and saw the once closed window right behind Fudge was now wide open. His eyes bulged and realization dawned on him.

Fudge was killed, right under his nose. And he had a good guess as to who it might be.

Neko.