Sorry about leaving you on a cliffhanger there, Bill. I didn't mean to do it, but someone took my uncompleted letter and mailed it out of vengeance for maybe making a joke about her wanting a diary. I'm not going to name any names, but she's younger than me and her name starts with a G and it's Ginny and I guess I was wrong about not naming names. This time, I'm certain it's not going to happen again, if only because I'm not going to let this letter out of my sight until it's finished.
Right now, you're probably wondering who the heck is Rachel Dacted. Well, she works for the Muggle government. She's apparently a very ruthless lawyer, but that seems to be cover for her real work as a spy. I know Dad loves to rave about the Muggles and as a whole, I'm sure they're pretty great, but the Muggle government is not. They were responsible for Harry being kept in an abusive environment as a child. (Ordinarily, I wouldn't tell you this without his okay, but he put it on his blog for everyone to see, so as far as I'm concerned, he's given permission already.) One of their agents tried to frame Hermione and then attacked an Auror on top of that. We're reasonably certain they want to kill Hermione because they think she's a Russian spy, which is ridiculous.
And on top of all that, the first time any of us heard of Dacted was when she showed up in a courtroom defending the Dursleys and tried to keep Harry under their care. All of this means she's not exactly one of our favorite people right now.
I put my wand up my sleeve and pointed it at her. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't blast a hole through you right now," I snarled at Dacted.
"We're in a public place," Dacted reminded me with infuriating calm. "Surrounded by Muggles. There's a little thing called the Statute of Secrecy. You might have heard of it." She gave a smirk. "Then again, considering the company you hang around with, you might not have."
"Hermione is innocent," I said coldly.
Dacted sighed wearily. "I was talking about Harry and you know it. Besides, you don't have the guts to hurt me. You don't want to disappoint your father, do you?"
Dad pulled out his own wand and pointed it openly at Dacted. She started to look a little panicked. I was torn between annoyed between her not taking me seriously and happy to see her finally looking afraid after all the fear she tried to sentence Harry to. "I don't have much tolerance for people who try to hurt children, Dacted," he said shortly.
"I was just following orders," Dacted said stiffly.
"I believe your own government decided that defense wouldn't fly many decades ago," Dad shot back evenly. I grinned. Dad didn't resort to trash talking people very often because he thought it was beneath his dignity, but when he did, he could be vicious. "We're not going to have this conversation right here. You're coming back with us back to the Burrow."
Dacted laughed confidently. "I don't think you understand who you're dealing with here." She snapped her fingers and several dots of red light appeared on mine and Dad's bodies. I didn't know what they meant, but I had a very bad feeling about them. "I have the leverage here and you don't. Now why don't we all stand down and I'll tell you how I can help Hermione.
"I don't think so," Dad said as calmly as if he was just ordering dinner. "Confundus!" Dacted's face went slack and her eyes went unfocused. "Call off your dogs."
Moving slowly like she was drunk, Dacted put her cufflinks to her face and said, "Stand down." The red dots disappeared like they'd never been there.
"Destroy all your communications devices," Dad commanded. Dacted pulled off the cufflinks and threw them to the ground and stomped on them, and then did the same to her phone and what looked like an ordinary stick of gum. "Divest yourself of your weapons." Dacted dropped two guns and four knives onto the ground.
Dacted came back to her senses a second later, looking absolutely terrified. I felt absolutely no pity for her in any way whatsoever. I don't approve of people using magic on defenseless Muggles, but as Dacted had just proven, she was anything but defenseless. "You can't hurt me! I'm unarmed! I'm a government agent! You'll start a war!"
"Only if I don't like what you have to say," Dad said, absolutely unfazed. "Ron, I'll be back for you in a few minutes."
Dad grabbed Dacted and side-along apparated away with her. I was pretty worried Dacted may have not come alone and someone might try to grab me, but no one did. A few minutes later, Dad apparated me to the living room of the Burrow. Dacted was tied to a chair, looking infuriated. Mum walked into the room, looking simply befuddled by the scene before her. "Arthur…?"
Dad gestured at our prisoner, a cold look of fury on her face. "This is Agent Dacted of the Muggle government. Apparently she's had a change of heart from the good old days where she represented the Dursleys in court."
"Nothing I did there was illegal," Dacted argued. "But this is kidnapping! It won't be tolerated!"
"It won't be tolerated if you remember it happening," Dad bluffed. He wasn't authorized to obliviate people and even if he didn't care about that, which I doubted, obliviation was still a delicate art and he had a good chance of shattering Dacted's mind if he tried. "Now that we have the upper hand, I want to know what you really want. Don't try to tell me you're planning on helping Hermione out of your own heart."
Dacted looked like she wanted to protest further, but then she nodded. "Do you know what realpolitik is, Mr. Weasley?" Dad nodded. I nodded too, but I was lying. I didn't want to look weak in front of Dacted. She must have seen through it, because she said, "It means, Ron, that we do whatever we feel is necessary for the good of Britain. Even if that means we have to take morally dubious steps."
"You mean crimes and hurting children," I shot back.
Dacted shrugged or at least tried to. "You could look at it that way. But people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. All governments do it and I know for a fact yours isn't any different. Back when Hermione's parents were a threat to this country, we acted against them. But things have changed. They want to defect and it's in our best interests to facilitate that."
"Am I supposed to believe you didn't have anything to do with the incident that led to Hermione's arrest?" Dad demanded.
Dacted frowned. "Hermione was attacked by an assassin sent by the Russians. Or so my superiors told me. To the best of my knowledge, that's the truth. Now it's entirely possible my superiors could be lying to me and we were responsible. But I don't think that's true, because I think it's more logical for the Russians to target her. Hermione's parents killed one of their top agents and now they're defecting. We don't have anything to gain by targeting Hermione, but they do."
While I don't trust Dacted more than I can throw her without magic, what she was saying made a lot of sense. If they had wanted to kill Hermione, it would have made sense they would do it in a more subtle way, maybe make it look like an accident. Attacking Hermione in the middle of a crowded train station was anything but subtle. But the Russians would have been motivated to make it as public as possible to send a message to the Drs. Granger and any of their other agents who might want to defect in the future. By the looks of it, Dad was thinking the same thing. Mum just looked like she wanted to throttle Dacted. I can't say I blamed her.
"Let's say you're telling the truth," Dad said. "Why on earth should we trust you? Your loyalties aren't to us and our alliance could end the moment you decide it's more advantageous to throw us to the wolves."
"Harry Potter is too valuable an asset to cultivate for me to just betray you cavalierly," Dacted argued. "We need him back on our good side desperately. Right now, Harry is what matters here."
"He will never trust you," I warned her. "Once you've lost Harry's trust, you're never, ever getting it back."
Dacted shook her head. "This is bigger than just me. As long as he's willing to cooperate with my superiors, it doesn't matter if he hates me personally. I have a plan to rescue Hermione. That's going to be more important to him than any little incidents we've – " Dacted let out an alarming scream as Mum cast a spell at her that enlarged her teeth.
"You hurt a child," Mum said with eerie calm. "That's not a small matter. I don't know very much about what Muggles believe, but in the magical world, we believe judgment awaits us after we've passed on. I think you won't be judged well."
She turned Dacted's teeth back to normal. "As long as I serve the glory of my nation and my ruler, whatever happens to me isn't important," Dacted said firmly. "As I was saying, I have a plan. I have resources you couldn't possibly have. Don't turn away help just because you don't like where it's coming from."
Dad was silent for a while. "Ron, what do you think?"
"If Harry was here, he'd accept her help…then find some way to stab her in the back when it was done," I said. "I know you're a Gryffindor, but sometimes, the Slytherin way of doing things works."
Dad untied Dacted and scrawled an address on a piece of paper. "You'll meet us there tomorrow at noon. You'll be unarmed and alone. If we discover you're not either of those things, you won't get a second chance."
"You won't regret it," Dacted vowed. "We're on the same side here."
Dacted waited for someone to apparate her back to her original location, but instead, Dad just coldly pointed to the door and Dacted somewhat anticlimactically stormed out of the house in a huff.
"Do you think we should accept her help?" I asked Dad. I didn't really know if it was a good idea or not. True, Dacted, in this particular instance, could be telling the truth. But what if she was lying? Or what if she was telling the truth now but got orders to kill us all later? She just wasn't reliable.
Mum narrowed her eyes. "Now what makes you think there's going to be a we? You're just a child, Ron. You can't put yourself at risk."
"If you can guarantee me Harry won't put himself at risk, if you can promise he'll stay here and be safe while the adults put themselves in danger, then I'll stay here," I shot back. "But you can't do that and we both know it. And if Harry's putting himself at risk, I'm going to be right there by his side."
"Are you sure you weren't sorted into Hufflepuff, Ron?" Dad asked with a smile. "Seriously, though, it's too early to make any decisions. We don't even know what Dacted's plan is. When we have all the details, we can decide who's going to participate. For all we know, it'll be unacceptable and this whole argument will be a moot point. I still believe our best option is for Harry to leverage his celebrity status to free Hermione through legal channels."
Dad had a point there. Harry is the most famous person in the magical world. I can't imagine Fudge will want to risk making him an enemy. That'd be just stupid. But then again, Fudge is a politician and I'm worried it's not going to be enough. After all, he did have Hermione arrested despite the fact Muggleborns are a huge part of his base. But even though I'm a Slytherin, I'm not an expert in politics, thank goodness. For now, we need to get Harry back to the country as soon as possible.
Love,
Ron
To say I'm pissed off right now is a gross understatement. Hermione was arrested. Actually arrested! I'm the one who's been accurately described as a chaos gremlin! I should have been the first one of the trio to be arrested, not Hermione! It's an affront. But not just that, it's also a raging injustice. They're saying Hermione was arrested for breaking the Statute of Secrecy. I'm sure that it was either a frameup or she was just defending herself against an MI6 agent. I don't believe Hermione is irresponsible enough to breach the Statute of Secrecy. That's my style, not hers.
And to make matters a hundred times worse, the Drs. Granger have been Obliviated for seemingly no reason at all! No one's been able to tell me who did it. It's not standard procedure for a Muggleborn getting arrested at all. The Weasleys managed to convince them of the truth they have a daughter, but they've still lost all their memories of Hermione. I consider that to be something of a fate worse than death. And to add insult to injury, that means they don't remember the wonderful and utterly smooth first impression I made on them.
Needless to say, when one of Bill Weasley's friends tracked me down in Samarkand and passed along a letter from him, I hightailed it back to Britain as quickly as possible. I've got a ton of wonderful handwritten accounts of my epic world tour to transcribe later, but there's no time to do it now. All you need to know is that the magical world is awesome and Remus is now dating Hestia Jones, former Auror and future Defense teacher.
Hestia is almost as upset over Hermione's arrest as I am. According to her, the DMLE has broken all sorts of protocol in how they've treated Hermione. Hestia got her hands on the paperwork for Hermione's arrest. There are so many holes in the story it's probably more accurate to describe it as Swiss cheese than a story. Supposedly Hermione cast a severing charm. In a bathroom at King's Cross Station. Why, I ask, would she have done that if it wasn't in self-defense? What are we supposed to believe, she was practicing spells in a bathroom? She had a sudden, inexplicable flash of rage? I don't think so! That's not Hermione! Her sudden flashes of rage are always explicable!
Right now, I'm just infuriated, almost beside myself with anger. My hands are shaking with the fury I'm feeling. Hermione is my friend. Regardless of how she may or may not feel about me – and we do not have time to get into that now – I'm her friend too. Hermione and Ron are the first people in my entire life who ever saw value in me. She accompanied me into a house that likely would have treated her with great hostility purely based on her faith in me and my ideas. Not faith in me as Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, but Harry Potter, that weird rambling kid who is constantly referencing very obscure movies and once went to the hospital because I got too distracted by a shiny rock to remember I was also trying to see how long I could hold my breath. (Ironically, that incident was the one time the Dursleys even came close to getting into trouble and it was entirely my fault.)
No one treats my friends like crap and gets away with it. There aren't limits to the lengths I would go in service of my friends. When I get a goal in my head, I achieve it. I don't care about how. I don't care about who I hurt in the process or what crimes I may commit or even if it involves me humiliating myself by participating in a breakdance-off. And most of my goals are silly, sure, but this time? This time I mean business. This time all shall fear my wrath! Ministry of Magic beware, for you have made an enemy and that enemy's name is Harry Potter! And that enemy wants a snack so if you'll excuse me for a second!
Now Ron has told me the Muggle government sent one of their agents – that fiend Dacted who defended the Dursleys – to help rescue Hermione. They're blaming the Russians for attacking Hermione, prompting her to have to break the Statute in self-defense. Do I believe this? In all honesty, I'm not sure. Do I care? Probably not. But do I believe Dacted wants to rescue Hermione? That's the million pound question. I don't trust the Muggle government. Never have, never will. If Uncle Vernon likes you, I don't. End of story. That's how I've lived my life and so far it's worked out pretty damn well for me. Dacted could have another agenda. She could want to get her hands on something in the Ministry. She could want to plant a bomb there. Or maybe she's telling the truth now and tomorrow she'll get an order to kill Hermione as soon as we've "rescued" her. There is so much uncertainty. How can I make a decision like that?
That's when Hestia came up with a brilliant idea. While she was technically on a leave of absence as an Auror, she still practically if not officially had access to many of their assets, including their stocks of Veritaserum. Truth serum, in layman's terms. Veritaserum testimony isn't admissible in court because it goes against the right to self-incrimination (there's no option to stay silent). But the Aurors can still use it in the field in emergency situations if a life is at stake. So for example if you've captured a bad guy in a field operation, you can use it on him to figure out how many accomplices he has lurking around the place and what weapons they may have, but not later on in an interrogation room.
The point is, Hestia managed to get her hands on some Veritaserum – a highly controlled substance, so don't any of you go get any ideas – and we decided to use it to interrogate Dacted. We don't think she has been trained to resist truth serum. (And if she has, that's probably extremely vital and disturbing information in of itself.) Is what we're doing legal, you might ask? According to Hestia, it's sort of a grey area. There are exemptions in the Statute of Secrecy for high ranking Muggle officials to be aware of magic. We're not sure if Dacted applies, but there's a plausible case she doesn't, in which case we're technically investigating a breach in the Statute of Secrecy, which gives Hestia a lot more latitude than she'd have in literally any other situation.
I managed to get back to Britain well in advance of the Weasleys' planned meeting with Dacted. Airplanes are awesome and a scientific wonder, do not get me wrong, but magical transportation is nigh instantaneous, with the slight downside of it being absolutely murder on the stomach. I eagerly joined in the meeting. I just wish I had my lightsaber. It was so expensive to make that after Dumbledore destroyed it I reluctantly decided not to buy another one. But I find nothing makes a person take you seriously like a laser sword pointed at their face.
I joined the Weasleys, Remus, Hestia, and the Grangers at what looked like a dilapidated warehouse on the outside, but on the inside…it was ten times more dilapidated than it was on the outside. Yeah. My life…isn't always the most glamorous. But we weren't overflowing with options. The Drs. Granger had generously loaned one of their safehouses…which they use to hide themselves from unruly patients. Yes. Nailed it. Anyway, while the place didn't look like much and smelled even worse, it was totally secure.
Dacted walked into the warehouse, looking suddenly quite terrified. I'd like to claim credit for it, but…no, you know what?! There's no one who can prove otherwise, so I will claim credit for it! She was scared because of me and it absolutely had nothing to with the assault rifles the Drs. Granger were pointing at her which were practically bigger than they were. Yes, it was definitely me! I terrified the hardened government agent. I'm awesome like that.
"I came alone and unarmed as you requested," Dacted said calmly. I admired her grace under fire, despite myself. I wouldn't be nearly as calm in her shoes being faced with a family of mages who hate her guts, the child she'd arranged to be abused, and two Muggle but very scary dentists. No doubt she would have been in Gryffindor if she was a witch. I certainly wouldn't have liked to see someone as vile as her in Slytherin. "Now shall we get on with it?"
"We certainly will," Hestia said in a no-nonsense tone. "Follow me." She led Dacted over to a table where the vial of Veritaserum was situated. Dacted's eyes widened with fear. "You're going to drink that. If you don't, the door is that way."
"Like hell I am," Dacted spat. "There could be poison in there."
Hestia nodded at the Drs. Granger. "Shoot her."
"No, wait!" Dacted said and downed the Veritaserum in one gulp. Her eyes abruptly went blank as the potion took its hold on her.
We had already decided Hestia would ask the questions. As an Auror, she was the expert on Veritaserum and how best to utilize it. "Are you alone and unarmed?"
"I am alone, but I am not unarmed," Dacted slurred as if she was drunk. "There's a gun in an ankle holster." Remus immediately grabbed the gun and handed it over to Emmet, who put it in his pocket.
Hestia looked at me. "Are we done with her, then?" I shook my head. "Okay. What are your true motivations for wanting to rescue Hermione?"
Dacted struggled against the serum for the better part of a minute, long enough for Hestia to get concerned and take a small vial out of her pocket containing what must have been the antidote. "There's a box I'm supposed to steal from the Ministry," she finally said, the words forced out through her teeth one by one. "I don't know what's in it. Operatives like me are only told what we need to know. It's very, very important."
This all sounded actually quite logical and plausible to me. Bizarrely, I felt better now that I knew there was an ulterior motive behind Dacted's actions. There wasn't a knife looming behind my back. True, it had moved to in front of me, but I was still safer this way. I believed Dacted was telling the truth.
"Do you want to rescue Hermione from the Ministry?" Hestia demanded.
Dacted nodded. "Stealing the box is far more important, but rescuing Hermione is indeed a real objective I've been given. Getting Harry Potter on our side is vital and we need a big gesture to convince him we're not his enemies."
"Okay, I've heard enough," Mr. Weasley decided. "Give her the antidote."
"Not yet," Hestia said. "I still have information I need. What's the name of your most important agent in the magical world?"
Dacted started thrashing around in her chair like she was having a seizure. "I can't…I won't…" We watched as Dacted fell out of the chair through the force of her movements. "You can't know…"
"Hestia, that's enough," Remus said quietly.
Hestia hit Dacted with a hex that made her scream in pain. "GIVE ME THE NAME, DACTED!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Don't know…codename…Machiavelli…potions…please!" I let out a gasp. That could only mean one person! That duplicitous fiend Colm O'Neill must have been up to his old tricks again. As you well recall, I justly got him fired from his job as our potions professor because he was a Muggle who'd lied and cheated his way into the position. I was generous enough to pretend he was a Squib so he could keep his memories of the magical world. And this is how he repaid me – by selling us all out to the Muggle government!
"Auror Jones!" Mr. Weasley snapped. "That's enough, you're killing her!"
Hestia glowered at her but gave Dacted the antidote. I gave Dacted a cold stare. I may have trusted her a bit more than when I started, but I like her even less now. Maybe I'm too young to know how the world works. Maybe I'm too unsophisticated to understand the various complexities of government. I'm just a simple man who believes if you let children be abused, you're evil. I believe Rachel Dacted is evil. And I wasn't about to stand with evil.
"Get out," I said, my voice dripping with scorn. "I don't ever want to see your face again. We'll save Hermione without your help."
Dacted didn't even let remotely fazed. "Tell me, Harry, has anyone told you about Dementors?" Mr. Weasley's face went pale. His hand started shaking a little. "No one knows quite what they are. They guard your prison, Azkaban. We do, however, know what they do. They suck all the happiness from you. They force you to relive your worst memories on a loop. And they can suck out your soul and leave you a vegetable. Am I wrong, Mr. Weasley?" Mr. Weasley shook his head.
Wow. This was just all kinds of wrong. I can be a vengeful sort, as I'm sure you've seen, but I have limits. No one should have to endure such things, not even the most vile of criminals. And Hermione sure as hell shouldn't have to endure anything close to it. "You let that happen?" I asked Mr. Weasley quietly.
"No one likes the Dementors, but, frankly, Harry, we don't know how to get rid of them," Mr. Weasley admitted. "If they don't feed on people, they'll run amok. It's happened before. Maybe there's a better way, but no one's found it yet. And we've tried." I had a hunch they didn't try very hard, but it was just a hunch for now. Either way, if I was going to do anything about the Dementors – and honestly, it sounded way above my weight class for now – it would have to wait until Hermione was safe.
"Will you let your pride and your antiquated ethics get in the way of saving your friend from a fate literally worse than death, Harry?" Dacted asked me. For the first time in the conversation, I wasn't sure of the answer.
With this new information, I had to admit it was possible I might have to put aside my total hatred of Dacted and all she represented in the name of saving Hermione. But I wasn't ready to admit it. There were still legal avenues to get Hermione out of prison. I could give an interview in the press, maybe even leverage my fame to get a meeting with Minister Marzipan or whatever his name is.
"Out of curiosity, if we did accept your offer, what would be your plan?" Danielle asked.
Dacted grinned. "We need to acquire leverage. How much do you know about the Obliviators?" No one said anything. "I'm going to guess it's not a lot and with good reason. They have a variety of dirty secrets. Do you know that Obliviation increases the risk of dementia later on in life in a Muggle by more than 40%? We do. And we know there are many more secrets – incredibly damning and damaging secrets – just lurking among their files. There's enough there to bring down the Ministry if we so choose."
Dacted's game was suddenly making sense now. She wanted to depose Minister Toffee and probably put in some puppet ruler who'd be willing to do whatever Islington-Lennox wanted. Well, given that Minister Chews had hurt Hermione, that was fine with me. If you mess with the bull, you get the horns, and if you mess with the Potter, you get the sack.
"We're going to try our way first," I said. "But if that doesn't work, yes. You're right. We can't risk Hermione going to Azkaban. So if my plan fails, we'll have to go with yours. Does anyone have any objections?" There were no objections, not even from Hestia, though I suppose it was possible no one wanted to show any dissent in front of Dacted. Either way, no objections is still no objections.
Dacted stood up. "Fine. But your time is running out." She took a business card out of her pocket. "You can reach me at this number any time, day or night. Make the smart choice, Harry."
It was something of a relief when Dacted walked out of the warehouse. She has a way of getting under your skin. "So are we going to call her, then?"
"Of course not," Emmet said dismissively. "Not when we can co-opt her plan and use it for ourselves."
"Looks like Slytherin traits run in the family, sir!" I said cheerfully.
Emmet furrowed his brow. "What's Slytherin?" I couldn't help but groan.
Well, tomorrow I've got an interview with a Daily Prophet reporter! A Rita Skeeter. I'd ask you to wish me luck, but I have a hunch I won't need it. I've got this in the bag!
HARRY POTTER: THE NEXT DARK LORD?
By Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet reporter
Ever since the return of Harry Potter to the magical world, inquiring minds – by which I mean you, my dear readers – have wanted to know just what sort of boy he is. We owe our continued existence to the Boy Who Lived, the boy who heroically vanquished You Know Who. As we are all aware, Harry spent his childhood living in the lap of luxury with distant relatives, traveling the globe and having adventures, rescuing damsels in distress. Today, I had what I had thought would be the distinct pleasure of interviewing Harry in the flesh. Only to find out that the so-called Savior…is anything but.
Harry seems benign at first. An irrepressible bundle of energy, the boy doesn't seem able to sit still for two seconds or look me in the eye, but there's a distinct air of pride and charisma about him. He's inherently unpredictable and doesn't seem to be able to focus on one topic for very long. One moment he's rambling about some incident that occurred to him as a child, the next moment, he's talking about why modern architecture is a plague upon mankind and how buildings should be as gothic as possible.
But the events of his first year at Hogwarts bely that impression. Harry began his time at Hogwarts by being sorted into Slytherin, which, as everyone knows, is entirely peopled with people who are sympathetic to You Know Who. He made an enemy of the venerable former Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, the champion of light and righteousness, the defeater of Grindelwald, and the only man You Know Who ever feared. He attacked the Slytherin Common Room with a chemical weapon in an effort to win a duel with a first year, the scion of respected businessman Lucius Malfoy. He was involved in an altercation with Defense Professor Quirinus Quirrell which ended in the latter's mysterious death. He stabbed Professor Dumbledore in a swordfight. He blackmailed the Board of Governors into stripping Professor Dumbledore of his power. And finally, as an encore, he took advantage of an elderly, senile man to gain permission to reshape the Great Hall, which has stood in its current form for a millennium, purely for the sake of a pun.
What I saw when I interviewed him chilled me to the bone. There was nothing behind those eyes but evil and darkness. I know instinctively that Harry Potter is an enemy of all mages everywhere. His words during the interview hardly helped disabuse me of that impression. Harry spoke at length about how Azkaban should be less guarded than it is now – no doubt so he could facilitate a jailbreak to assemble an army to plunge the magical world into an age of infinite darkness from which there would be no escape. He railed against the arrest of a person rightly charged with breaking the Statute of Secrecy – no doubt because Harry seeks to overthrow the very precepts that govern our society and install himself as God Emperor of the magical world in the chaos that would ensue. And he asked if I had a glass of water for him to drink – no doubt to lull me into a false sense of security before he attacks me and drinks my blood instead.
And he ended the interview with these chilling words: "If you hurt Hermione, you're my enemy. You don't want to be my enemy. You really, really don't."
Stay tuned for tomorrow's exposé on Kemeticist space lasers!
I hate journalists.
I'm calling Dacted.
If the Ministry wants a fight, then that's exactly what they're going to get.