Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters sadly
(A/n) I would like to take a moment & thank Snurre Tom von der Eisenbahn…you're the most loyal reader I have. How long have you been reading my tales…almost 5 or 6 years? God…thanks for the loyalty. I'm planning on making this a 20 Chapter fiction so guess what!!! Start the countdown to the end cause this is Chapter 16…
Chapter 16 – Dumbledore & Weasly
Harry stood in the middle of Fudges office staring at nothing in particular. He was deep in thought, contemplating all the angles of this twisted plot. His mind couldn't fully wrap around it, something was missing.
"The real Fudge," Harry whispered to himself, his eyes darting around the room. "If I was that bastard Malfoy where would I hide the Minister of Magic?" He asked himself.
A cool breeze floated over Ron's face stirring him to consciousness. He slowly peeled his eyelids apart & noticed a figure standing in his darkened room. His vision was still blurry from sleeping; he couldn't quite make out who it was.
"I think visiting hours are over," he said in a sleepy tone attempting to sit up but failing.
"Ah Mr. Weasly," the figure said after a moment. "It's nice to see you still retain your sense of humor in such trying times."
"P-Professor Dumbledore?" Ron stammered.
"Hello Mr. Weasly?" Dumbledore replied. "How are you feeling this beautiful evening?"
"Is this another dream Professor?" Ron questioned.
"Another dream?" Dumbledore sounded confused. "I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about."
Ron nodded his head. "Of course you don't," he replied. "I had a dream I met you a few nights ago."
"Ah well I assure you Mr. Weasly I am as real as your injuries." Dumbledore said with a slight grin.
"Very funny," Ron snapped back wincing in pain as he attempted to move again. "To what do I owe this great honor of a visit from Albus Dumbledore?"
"I'm here to assist you & Mr. Potter in your mission." Dumbledore replied easily.
"Harry is alive?!?!" Ron sat completely up ignoring the pain shooting through his ribs and chest.
"Mr. Potter is very much alive & attempting to kill Malfoy as we speak," Dumbledore said. "But he will need your help."
"I see," Ron fell back onto the bed roughly. "But as you can see I'm a bit incapable of movement right now."
"I've brought a few magical remedies to speed up your recovery." Dumbledore waved his hand and several canisters & tubes appeared on a counter next to Ron's hospital bed.
"Thank you professor," Ron said reaching over grabbing up a canister, peeling it open and consuming its contents.
"So what exactly is going on" he questioned in between chewing and breathing.
"The Malfoy's are attempting to become immortal," Dumbledore replied. "Ms. Granger's life is in danger."
Ron eyed Dumbledore in a suspicious manner. "Well Headmaster," he began. "If both of my best friends are in trouble I have to help."
"Good Mr. Weasly," Dumbledore replied. "Hurry drink up and we'll leave."
"Leave Professor Dumbledore?" Ron was confused he was hospitalized after all; they wouldn't just let him walk out of the building.
"Yes," Dumbledore replied easily looking at the window. "And please Mr. Weasly, call me Albus."
Draco's doors flew open, his father stalked into the room eyeing him hard. "Potter was at Fudges office," Lucious informed him.
"WHAT!?!?" Draco erupted; his skin immediately flushed red as if he was going to explode.
"And the polyjuice potion wore off in front of him," Lucious added.
The side of the wall exploded outwards flames ripping out into the hallway. Draco stepped through the rubble and smoke rage seeping from his body heating the air.
"So he knows fully of my plans and our deception?" he asked although he knew the answer. "Fine,"
He turned and walked back through the hole he had just created. He began rubbing his chin deep in thought, slowly stalking back and forth.
(Somewhere outside Malfoy Manor)
Yes…his father just told him…So the real Fudge is missing…Keep it under wraps…I'll locate him myself…Granger has been moved since…Yes…Yes sir…