The path not taken

Albus Dumbledore was a controlled person. He had learned early on that loosing oneself to their emotions would only lead to pain. He learned this in the dual that had occurred between himself and his old friend in which his sister was caught in the cross fire. This was also the incident in which his passivity had grown to astronomical levels. True he was a learned and powerful individual but he was once a brash and idealistic young man.

He had gained fame for his victory against his old friend. A man whom he had defeated in combat. The fact that most assume that by defeating his old friend he had killed him. This was not true as the man had been imprisoned in secret. Albus however never deigned to correct that assumption as it aided in his goals.

The political might he had gained allowed him to continue in the goal to reform the world. He just preferred to do so in a long game, with wordplay rather than through violence. Now however here he was watching carefully laid plans go up in smoke. His alternate was having to adjust on the fly almost. The thing that annoyed him however was the fact that his own plans were getting closer to being revealed. Something that he refused to allow to happen.

Minister Fudge was sweating and looking as if he had joined the members of the spirits that resided within the castle. He understood his alternates view point. Dolores was one of the people that he could rely upon to fill almost any role that was required of her. He also understood that it was supposed to be temporary he had just underestimated just how deep her prejudices went. It was a shock for him to see the woman act like this as it was a side that was normally kept hidden from him.

Chapter 12: The fecal matter is about to...

It had been less than three days since Deloris Umbridge came to Gameindustry, and Vert was ready to strangle her.

This got a raised eyebrow from the afore mentioned blond. She was a calm and loving individual so for her to get annoyed to such a degree was almost a miracle. The ones who would normally get mad were noire and blanc. Those who were sitting beside her were shocked as well at this revelation.

The constant insults, towards her sister, nation, world, oracle, and herself was grating.

This wasn't even counting the fact that she had been caught pointing her wand at people, without reason. She hadn't cast any spells yet, but Vert felt it was only a matter of time.

Without warning, Umbridge joined her at breakfast after slamming a book, that upon inspection was a law book, along with a stack of paper, next to the goddess, and sat down to join the goddess and her oracle for breakfast.

"And this is?" the stacked goddess asked.

"Laws that need to be repealed, altered or added," the under secretary said smugly.

All eyes in the room to look incredulously at the woman being mentioned. No one could believe that someone was stupid enough to do such a thing. Even the Malfoy knew that when they were within another country they had to tread carefully as they did not have the influence of the wizengamot to protect them.

The fact that in the hall the woman was smiling smugly as if she had just won some sort of victory made those that were their disturbed at her thoughtlessness, disturbed and disgusted. How could someone not realise the extent of their authority.

Chika, raised an eyebrow and asked, "and by what authority does a mere diplomat have to demand we do such things?"

"It's to make your land better, those laws are inferior to ours, and you need to change them, and by what authority? I'm the senior undersecretary to the minister of magic, and I'm older than you, so my experience is greater."

Fudge just sighed at this. This idiot woman was insulting an entirely different culture and laws to the face of of the rulers. The fact that she had not been arrested yet was a miracle unto itself. He turned to look at the woman who was starting to look as if she was the source of more headaches than solutions

"Dolores" said the minister, " your fired and an investigation will be launched into your dealings." this got a nod from the head of the DMLE who was glaring at the toad-ish woman and was barely hiding her sinister grin at this statement. The woman was suspected to be behind many 'coincidental' occurrences. This was not including the fact that she was a monumental pain to deal with.

Chika and Vert burst out laughing much to the anger of the toad like woman. "How dare you laugh at me?"

"Sorry," said Vert as she calmed down to a mere giggling. "But saying that your my elder, when all the goddesses and their oracles are centuries old, and have been in charge of their nations the whole time, so how exactly do you have more experience? Let us exactly see what you think we need to change, I could use a good laugh."

As the senior undersecretary of the minister madam umbridge was not used to being talked back to. Her authority was backed up and assumed to be supported by the minister. This made her a very powerful woman within the ministry. She was in such a position that she was even allowed to sit in on wizengamot sessions. Now however everything that she had worked for was gone. Her position and power had been stripped from her and now the lords of the families were looking at her as if she was a filthy mud blood. It was not acceptable. She was just as red as her counterpart.

Deloris by this point was apocalyptic in fury as Vert, with Chika reading over her shoulder were giggling at the blatantly, in her opinion, superior rules, as well as what needed to be removed, and that was just the law-book.

When they got to the papers, they stopped laughing.

On the papers were laws that would strip Vert of her power and hand it over to the British magical government, as well as an engagement contract.

Silence was within the hall from disbelief. This was a insult of the highest order to any nation. The delegates from the two other schools that were there were quickly taking notes to give tot heir respective government s about the woman. She could try something if she was not kept an eye upon. The lords of the wizengamot, seeing the looks of the visitors made a quick note to bring this up to deal with as quickly as possible.

"Miss Umbridge, these laws you are proposing, they would be treasonous if you were a citizen of our nation, but as it is, I already sent a letter firmly asking for your replacement. You have yet to have a conversation with anybody without insulting them. You have no authority here, so you will stop these attempts to take over, or else," Vert said in an ice cold tone as she destroyed both the modified law books, and the papers, before calling for a maid to dispose of them... with fire.

A thoroughly humiliated ministry toady left as soon as her meal was finished to do some shopping with her expense account. Something that she found ridiculous, as they should accept her world's money without question.

She hadn't realized that her previous shopping expeditions had already used eighty-five thousand (EN1) credits of the original one hundred thousand. Most of it on junk jewellery that some street vendors swindled her with.

This shopping trip would be her last.

That ominous statement was enough for the woman to stop her scheming. She was already halfway through a plan in which she would be able to acquisition the nation through the use of marriage between the sibling and one of her reliable partners children. Then the careful removal of the so called goddess. This plan was however quickly interrupted as she heard that worrying statement.

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It was Monday, and Chloe's first class was defence against the dark arts.

The professor started out with, "Hello, I'm professor Lupin, and today I thought we would do a dark creature that is easy to banish, as it takes only a bit of imagination, a few people, and a low amount of magical power. This will be a practical class so leave your books here, and just bring your wand."

the students followed him out to a room with a shaking cupboard.

This caused a good deal of the students to cheer. Lupin had been one of the better teachers that they had had during his time their. They could only wonder if they were similar.

"Anyone know what is in this? No? Well this is a dark creature that should be covered in your first year anyway. This is a Bogart. It's a dark creature that takes the form of what you are scared of. The spell to repel it is Rediculus, and imagining it becoming something amusing. Now we have several advantages, we are in a group, which will confuse and weaken it, and we won't all fear the same thing, now who would like to go first?"

A student volunteered, a Raven-claw, and he made the carnivorous rabbit a wind-up toy.

Some fears were more mundane, and or horror movie inspired, such as a zombie, Jason, a tremor, spiders, a Xenomorph, and smurfs.

Then when everyone else had gone they turned to where Chloe was watching with CC, and she said one word, "No."

Professor Lupin looked at her in surprise, then said, "Miss Chloe, everyone else has gone, so you will need to.

"Professor, I know my worse fear, and it is too personal. To show it would tell people more of myself than is acceptable for near complete strangers, so I refuse to face it."

This caused madam sprout to smile. Whilst she promoted her students to get along and socialize with each other, she did not however expect some one in Chloe position to do so that quickly. This was not to mention that there were some things that were too personal for others to know. The students however looked disgruntled and despite not showing it outwardly so were some of the teachers.

The grumbling of Chloe's house was loud. After all they had shown their fear, why shouldn't she show hers? Even if it was personal.

The Ravenclaws were also disgruntled, as they were curious, but could also understand that keeping one's personal-life secret is acceptable.

"I'm sorry, but I can't allow that since everyone else went, now get up here," the professor commanded.

"No."

"Very well, fifty points and three nights detention, starting tonight."

"I have detention with McGonagall tonight," Chloe said wryly, to the frowns of her house, but those frowns were, this time, directed at the head of Gryfindor as they didn't think detention for overpowering a spell accidentally was right.

"Very well, Tomorrow then."

Chloe shrugged. She didn't feel it was right to be punished for not wanting to face something that would spill her secrets, but she knew she could punish him in turn, and her way would last much longer.

The Weasley, potters and Sirius black were chuckling at this as it showed that there was still some potter within the girl. Those who were from The other world shivered as the tone that was used reminded them too much of Plutia in her goddess form. It was not a nice thing.

Lupin however was confused and annoyed at his alternate. True it was required to do so but he himself would have had some blinds or something for those who were not comfortable with others seeing such a thing. He knew however that this was not the same man, just a brief description of the time line had shown many area s in which he would be effected severely.

Upon leaving the room she saw the Raven-claw that gave her the question list, and flagged her down, "Luna! I have the answers to your house's questions!"

The blonde turned to look at the two approaching blondes, and smiled.

"Lets see, Question one, would I get you a book about Gameindustry's history, and yes here it is. Next would I get you a book about the goddesses, yes here it is, and a book about the candidates that takes care of two and three. A book on our laws was your fourth. A book on magic was your last, and I chose a basic primer," Chloe finished as she handed the five books to the other girl, whom smiled at the candidate radiantly.

The other Ravenclaws were speechless. The one they had bullied, then raged about her stealing the questions just obtained more information than any of their questions would've gave.

Most of their questions were short sighted ones that would've gave small snippets of information, unlike hers that gave a lot of information for little effort.

As Luna went to be the first to read the books, Chloe and CC went to start Chloe's homework.

There was silence from the ravenclaws as they took in the questions that the strange girl had given. They also took in the results and started to re-evaluate the girl. As since the questions had been mentioned they had all been proposing what their questions would be. None of which would have garnered even half of what she did. In the minds of the ravens it was embarrassing.

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After supper Chloe met with Dumbledore, and told him that he was not to inform Lupin about whom Harry's reincarnation is.

It was her revenge on the professor for the class. To know that the 'boy' he was looking for, rejects him entirely.

Dumbledore had a feeling more issues from Ron's attack would happen so he had a copy of the event to show others in his pensive.

Upon watching it himself, he knew the boy was out of line, and couldn't truly fault her instinctive reaction.

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It was time for detention with professor McGonagall, and Chloe wasn't looking forward to it.

A minute after she knocked on the door she heard a word, "Enter."

After she did, the professor looked up from her paperwork and said, "Mrs. Chloe, I see your on time. Today we will talk about your problems."

"Problems professor?" she asked calmly, while her partner took out a portable game system.

"Yes, problems, such as what happened in my class," the professor said with a false calm, and then continued in a growl, "and why you attacked one of my students for no reason!"

"So sexual molestation isn't a good reason?" Chloe asked calmly. "the only person I 'attacked' groped and kissed me against my will, and I held back, are you saying you approve of him assaulting me?"

Silence was in the hall as many looked at the head of house. The woman was bright red in a mixture of embarrassment and rage. Her glare aimed at a certain boy. Ronald however was not even paying attention to any of the glares aimed at him as he was too busy eating much to the embarrassment of his family.

"He told me of the incident, that you came onto him," the professor snarled. The boy in question had been, for the days following the incident, been spreading how the candidate was a violent maniac, one that attacked him for no reason after coming onto him.

"That's a lie," Chloe answered annoyed.

"Twenty points for lying Mrs. Chloe, and another twenty for setting up a student. You will also have two more detentions."

"No," Chloe responded. "I have already talked to the headmaster about this, and he believes me, why don't you?"

"You will attend or be expelled. Now about your class issues, you will practice the match to needle for the next hour."

"Fine, but just so you know, the headmaster has a copy of my memory, and I will be protesting this punishment," Chloe said as she stalked to the table. That had matches on it.

The transfiguration professor paled at the fact that the headmaster had the memory. She started to seriously consider that she did something wrong with her punishment.

THUD.

She looked over at the giant metal needle shaped shaft that had just thudded into the floor, and shook her head. That girl needed some control before she hurt someone.

That at least was a legitimate reason for the detention, giving her a place to practice without interruptions.

THUD!

It seems like this would take a while, let's look elsewhere.

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In the Weasley home.

"Why the hell did you disobey me? And why in Merlin's name are you writing letters to Ronald encouraging his behaviour? And WHY ARE YOU BREWING LOVE POTIONS?" the normally placid head of house was roaring, and setting ingredients that aren't used for much more than love potions on fire.

"Arthur dear, this is our chance..." Molly started.

"Our chance to what? Start a bloody war? Tell me, what do you think would happen if her sister found out that she was drugged? And worse, if she was found to be drugged then impregnated? You will write an apology, one that I will read this time, and you will stop encouraging our son to lie about this issue. I will have all owls redirected to me to make sure of it."

"But Arthur..." Molly started, as she was becoming angry that her husband wouldn't listen. She was sick of being poor, and this looked like a chance to marry upwards. All that was needed was for the candidate to marry one of her sons.

She would need to buy more ingredients.

Unknown to her, her husband was going to write to the apothecaries in Diagon Alley to prevent them from selling more of those ingredients to his wife. He loved her, but he was sick and tired of his wife going behind his back to ruin his family further.

This needed to stop.

Looks of disgust were being aimed at the woman, even from her own children. The fact that she would stoop so low as to use potions. This was one of the reasons that contracts were used. They had provisions that were enforced by magic about the consent of the people involved. True it depended upon the type of marriage. Political ones tended to be more of an and/or affair between the families rather than the individuals. Other types of contracts were to put in protections for the parties in different situations that could occur.

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In game industry, a slightly tipsy representative apperated into the basilicom. One of the cleaning staff, some of which like to be known as maids, and dressed that way, and some didn't, witnessed it, and so, in the tipsy mind of the representative, she felt she had to cast a spell.

On a related note, it was one of the maid set.

A spell that was caught on a security camera.

"Obliviate."

The computer in charge of the security system immediately flagged the event, and sent a copy to the head of Leanbox security, the goddess, her sister, and Chika.

Tomorrow would be a very bad day for Umbridge.

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Fudge had finished reading both his representative's report, and Vert's letter, and the fact was that the two matched up so well, the complaints that Umbridge made, actually made HER look bad when Vert's letter mentioned the incident, and he couldn't actually deny that his undersecretary would make those insults.

The fact that his undersecretary made her report, the first part of which was dated the same day she arrived, which meant she hadn't given the place even the slightest of chances, meant he couldn't really trust the report.

He knew the woman was wrong for the position, but he trusted her to keep it together for a week, perhaps two, while they found another candidate. It was too bad about Arthur's wife and son being banned, he'd be nearly perfect. It was also too bad that there weren't a lot of muggle-borns or half-bloods, that are at least partially muggle raised, being selected for consideration.

Someone like that would be ideal.

With a sigh, he started looking for a replacement with the files he had on hand. The DMLE and the unspeakable s had already submitted a few people they think would work well there. He needed advice on whom to choose. He had a bad feeling that he needed to get Deloris back... FAST, before she broke the law against mind control, and manipulation. Not intentionally, mind you, but by habit to try and protect a law that doesn't exist there.

Too bad for him that he was too late.

Fudge just sighed at this. He knew that he was hoping for too much as the reading showed her immediate reaction. This however did not stop him from praying that things would turn out well. His alternate was correct as well as Arthur would have been his first choice as well. It was true that the man was an excentric when it came to wizarding circles, he was also known to be competent and honest. Qualities that he was finding he needed more and more.

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Chloe sighed as she fiddled around on her computer, she had managed to get her needle down to sword length in the hour she had. Tomorrow she had more classes in her very thin schedule, and another detention. She was going to ignore the extra detentions she obtained from the transfiguration professor, as they were given because of another student lying about the incident.

She hoped that the detention she had to go to the next day would be less emotionally charged.

She also will refuse to have anything more to do with the man, outside of school related issues.

Turning off her bedside lamp she turned in for the day, not seeing the urgent E-mail that had popped up.

It wasn't going to be an issue though, three others received the same one.

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With the end of the chapter the students started their dinners and got ready for bed as it was starting to look like the next chapter would be containing some rather interesting goings on within the grand halls of the castle and they were excited to find out what they would be.