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Extradition
The blond man's eyes swept over the crowd of strangely dressed people without a flicker of emotion.
"Thank you for agreeing to have me here," the man began, projecting his voice to the crowd. "Though new to your dimension, I understand what a rare honor it is to be permitted to present my case to a group as distinguished as the Justice League."
He nodded to one of his subordinates who did something which caused the lights to dim.
"I am here to warn you about a group of dangerous criminals which we believe is now operating in your dimension. I think . . . I think a bit of background might be helpful before I give more detailed information on the criminals. I am from a society of magic users which has lived a peaceful if hidden coexistence with our less mystically inclined fellow humans for nearly five centuries. That began to change a five decades ago when a man named Gellert Grindelwald made an alliance with a non-magical dictator to conquer the world. After several years of hard fighting and suffering numerous casualties, he was stopped." The man closed his eyes. "Unfortunately, his defeat planted the seeds for the next war."
One of the man's subordinates did something which produced a three dimensional image of a grey bearded old man with twinkling blue eyes.
"His closest companion managed to conceal his relationship with the madman and was able to secure several important positions in our society over the following decades. Perhaps most important was that of headmaster of our most prestigious institute of learning."
"He used it to recruit people to his cause?" one of the voices in the crowd half asked.
"He did," the blond man confirmed. "He did and it allowed him to kick off a war that lasted several years and one which extinguished entire family lines. The fighting . . . the fighting lasted several years and ended up leaving both sides leaderless and too honest lives to continue. Terms were offered giving amnesty to any combatant that wished it on the condition that the agree to renounce violence and to henceforth lead honest lies. Three months ago, an explosive device was detonated in our seat of government killing almost ninety percent of the people in the building."
The blond man closed his eyes and took several calming breaths. After mastering himself, he flicked his fingers causing the floating image of the old man to change to that of a red headed woman.
"The people I am hunting for call themselves the Order. What follows is a quick overview of some of their core members, the packets my people are distributing contain much more detailed information as well as what we have on the rest of the group. First off is the RedWitch, powers include the ability to transfigure herself into the form of a grey fox and a high proficiency with hexes."
The man flicked his fingers again, shifting the image to that of a willowy blond with oddly vacant eyes. "Looney, high proficiency with illusions and other magics that alter the mind and confuse the senses." Another flick revealing a solid looking brown haired man. "The Herbalist, control over plants." Another flick, another redhead. "The Weasel, older brother to the RedWitch, fancies himself a bit of a strategist. Also believed to have been the one along with his sister that set the bomb."
"Do you know how they gained access?"
"It is likely that he and his sister used their relationship with the Minister's senior undersecretary. He was their older brother, he was not among the survivors."
"Their own . . . thank you, please continue."
"The Mudblood." The image shifted to a bushy haired woman. "Who mostly takes the role of researcher and healer for the group. It is believed that she was the one who constructed the bomb which destroyed the Ministry Building as well as the one that developed the spell that allowed them to flee to this dimension. Powers include the ability to steal the spirits and magic of natural born witches and wizards and to turn a natural born's blood into mud with close contact."
"Finally." The man's fingers flicked and the image shifted to a blacked haired man with piercing green eyes. "The Master of Death, or just The Master if you prefer. Extremely dangerous despite the fact that he left school early to take part in the war. Powers include shape shifting, the ability to communicate with and command spirits, and an absolute absence of restraint in the pursuit of his goals."
"Thank you for bringing this matter to our attention, Undersecretary Malfoy," one of the costumed figures began. "One question, if I may, why is it that you didn't mention any names?"
"Senior Undersecretary, I'm afraid, after what happened to my predecessor. As to your question; it is because names have power. I have no doubt that someone as accomplished as the Master would have no difficulty setting up a taboo which would inform him any time his or any of his fellow's names were mentioned aloud."
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"I was still a schoolboy when the war started," Malfoy began. "I witnessed the even that drove the war into the open. The death of their leader at the hands of my godfather to save my life."
Malfoy sighed heavily. "The Master and his group had attacked the Ministry the year before but had managed to escape consequences thanks to their age. I've always thought that perhaps they wouldn't have been so eager to join the fight if they'd gotten the punishment they'd deserved . . . I suppose it matters not at this point. Sometimes . . . sometimes I wonder if it's worth it, if it might not be better for society to just let them go."
"Why don't you?"
"To be honest, a lot of the surviving government doesn't want them extradited," the blond man admitted. "It's only the fact that we are facing invasion due to their actions that allowed me to build up enough support to make this trip. It's hoped that knowing that they are in Ministry hands will cause our neighbors to reconsider their plans."
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"What do you have?" Batman said, activating his throat mike as he spoke.
"A man matching the description of the Herbalist meeting with Poison Ivy," Robin's voice replied.
"Mark the location and keep observing."
"You're not coming here for the take down?" Robin sounded a bit confused.
"Have you observed them committing any crimes?"
"No," Robin admitted.
"Poison Ivy is currently on supervised release. The Herbalist is not wanted for anything in this jurisdiction. You say that they don't appear to have committed any crimes. Continue observing and report to me if that changes."
"You don't want to grab him and turn him over to Malfoy?"
"Malfoy has shown evidence that they are wanted for numerous crimes in another dimension. The League has determined that he believes the majority of what he is saying. Give me three reasons why that doesn't matter."
"Because we don't have an extradition treaty, because he hasn't done anything in Gotham, and because Malfoy is a magic user and may have some way of getting around the ways the League uses to check the truth."
"Now tell me three reasons the League would have invited someone we don't trust to speak about something we will likely not help them with."
"Because it's better to have an unknown operating where we can see them, because even biased information can be better than no information, and because . . . uh . . ."
"Yes?" Batman prompted.
"Because it gives us a better opportunity to get a good look at him and what his capabilities are in case he becomes a problem in the future."
AN: Just another brick in my radically anti-establishment wall.
Several typos noted by Lucinda
Idea that was too good not to be stolen by Stick97
Disclaimer: Part 03 of the "Meaning of Fear." Odd Ideas chapter: 87, 91, 92
The Pros From Dover
The matron of the Greengrass family nodded her head in acceptance of the pact she'd just made with the regent of what remained of the Malfoys.
"Now that business is out of the way; I have to ask. Do you have anywhere to stay, Narcissa?" The woman accepted a cup of tea from one of her house elves. "I can't imagine you being willing to stay in your own home after what's happened there." If for no other reason than the fact that it had been rather conclusively proven that the wards proved to be no barrier.
"I have yet to secure accommodations for myself," she admitted. "Would you happen to know some place I could stay in the meantime?"
"I believe our second guest house is vacant at the moment," Madame Greengrass said thoughtfully. "I'm afraid the heir has claimed the primary, else I'd have put you there."
"I happily accept your kind offer," Narcissa said with a smile. "Might I inquire as to the location of your second guest house?"
"Just on the other side of the orchard," the other woman said, taking another sip. "The head wanted a discreet place to keep his playthings a few generations back."
"In other words, it's close enough from the house to be protected by the wards but far enough to make it clear that I'm not under your personal protection," Narcissa said weakly.
"I wish it could be different, Narcissa. But I want nothing to do with the type of people after you."
"I'm happy you were willing to do this much for me. It won't be forgotten," Narcissa promised. "Thank you, Nicole."
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Amelia was just getting ready to leave for the day when one of her aids poked a nervous head into her office.
"My niece is currently at Hogwarts so the most you can do is ruin my evening rather than one of the few moments I get to spend with my ward. Speak."
"Nicole Greengrass wants a few words, Boss," the young woman said nervously.
"So?"
"So she's a-got a message the other side wants to pass to Dumbledore and she wants you there when she delivers it."
"I see."
Amelia allowed herself to relax back into her chair as she mused on the information she'd just received. It was quite interesting that the other two belligerents in the conflict had managed to set up a new backchannel so quickly after the death of man she'd suspected had previously held the role. Even more interesting was the fact that their new back-channel had sought her out personally to deliver an invitation to hear the message. At a guess, the other side was making a request that would find favor at the Ministry, else they'd have never been so willing to have her along to put pressure on the Headmaster.
Assuming the messenger was here with the sender's knowledge and consent of course. Might be worth setting up a few Aurors to stake out the Greengrass family home on the off chance that she wasn't. Could be a good opportunity to mousetrap the bastards when they went to deliver their master's displeasure.
"Boss?" her aide repeated herself.
"Ask her how she takes her tea and send her in," Amelia ordered. "Send Hastings up with the tea and leg it down to transport for a couple portkeys to Hogwarts."
"Yes, boss."
"And message Dumbledore to be sure he knows we're on the way," she called after her Auror as the door swung shut.
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Harry and Luna sauntered into the Headmaster's office to answer the man's summons. The old man was not alone when they arrived.
"Madame Bones," Harry said calmly. "What a pleasant surprise to finally get a chance to meet the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
"Who exactly are you?" the witch demanded. Something about the expression on the boy's face set her on edge. Something like had no business on the face of a Hogwarts age child.
"Who are we?" the stranger sounded amused.
"Answer the bloody question," Amelia barked, as her danger sense, something honed by decades of field work began screaming that she was in a large amount of trouble.
"We're the pros from bloody Dover," he replied, voice hardening. "We're the people Dumbledore called in to clean up your bloody mess of a society."
She turned to catch the eye of her escort only to find uncharacteristically pale man staring with undisguised terror at something behind her. With no small amount of trepidation, she followed the man's gaze and turned to find a monster wearing the skin of a girl of about the same age as her niece. It was one of the most unsettling things she'd ever had the misfortune to witness.
"Mrs. Greengrass has a message that she would like to pass to you, Harry," Dumbledore said, at least outwardly calm.
"Speak," the boy commanded.
"Narcissa Malfoy would like you to know that she is out of it. Neither she nor her son nor anyone she has any influence over supports the Dark Lord in any way shape or form?"
The boy tilted his head, regarding the woman like a naturalist eyes a mildly interesting specimen. "So?"
"So she was hoping that you would do her the courtesy of leaving her and hers out of things. I have several similar requests from several other individuals should you prove to be amenable." It was testament to the woman's iron will that she managed it all in an even voice.
"I may be willing to make a deal," the boy allowed. "The question that you must answer, is of course, what is in it for me?"
"Every scrap of information Narcissa has managed to gather on the Dark Lord and his associates. My other clients have similar offers."
"Luna!" the boy ordered.
The little blonde skipped over to the woman and held out her hand, a look of expectation on her face.
"Do we have a deal?" Greengrass asked.
"We do if their information is worth their lives, we do not if it is not," the boy replied.
"Please let me know if that is the case and I'll see what my clients can do to sweeten the pot."
"That is acceptable."
Greengrass pulled a large leather bound book from her satchel and surrendered it to the blonde.
"Was that all you needed?" the boy asked, addressing the Headmaster.
"It was. Thank you Harry."
"Come along, Luna. We have reading to do," the boy stated as he walked out of the headmaster's office.
"Coming, Harry," the little blonde chirped, skipping after him.
"Who are they?" Bones demanded the second she was sure her voice wouldn't break. "What in the bloody hell have you brought to my island, Dumbledore?!"
"I fear that they're the solution to our current troubles," the old man said gravely.
"Give me one bloody reason I shouldn't clap them in irons and dump them into the deepest pit I can find?"
"Lack of evidence never seemed to stop any of your predecessors so I suppose we can dispense with that one," the old man sighed. "How about the fact that you lack the means to carry out your threat?"
"You don't have the votes needed to block me," she shot back. "Not if I leak what they're suspected of doing."
"You misunderstood. I was not stating that I would try to protect them, I was stating that you are not physically capable of carrying out your threat. Not even with the entire department backing you." Dumbledore made eye contact for the first time in the conversation. "Not if you're unable to stop the handful of souls terrorizing our world."
"What were you thinking when you brought them here?" the woman demanded, sagging in her chair.
"Have you ever heard the expression that one must fight fire with fire, Amelia?" Dumbledore asked blandly.
"That's what he is then?"
"Yes. Someone who is, in a way, a great deal worse than Voldemort," Dumbledore agreed.
Both parties ignored Greengrass's sudden intake of breath.
"Sure you're not replacing one problem with another?"
"The main difference between them is that Voldemort desires power, he desires solitude. Which do you believe I should have chosen?"
"He'll be quiet after all this is over?"
"So long as the Ministry has enough sense to leave him alone," Dumbledore agreed. "If not, I fear he will kill and kill and kill till he finds a batch of politicians with the sense to pour piss from a boot."
"Might take a while then," Amelia snorted. "Might be a good thing if it did."
"For what it's worth, Amelia, I regret their presence as much as you yourself do."
AN: I'd recommend looking up the origin of the phrase 'the pros from Dover' some time. It's quite interesting if the article I ran across was correct.
Several mistakes noted by lwf58.