I'm A Slave for You | By : BlackGargie Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 26597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N:
So, what will happen to the fate of the wizarding world, now that things have
escalated into a new level? You’re gonna have to find out yourselves~! Sit
tight and hold onto your horses coz we’ve got another bumpy ride.
Disclaimer:
We do not own Harry Potter and its characters, but we do own this story!
I’M A SLAVE FOR
YOU
All of the ministers of the branch
ministries were gathered together in their respective seats along long tables
like the ones in the Great Hall, chattering busily but quietly to each other
about what was in store for them. Every ministers of every corner of the
wizarding world was gathered there: Europe (which includes a small community in
Vatican City and certain third world countries under Europe), North and South
America, U.S.A., Asia (which were the very few secluded wizards and witches the
Oden hawker Hiroshi the kitsune had spoke back in Romania), India, Oceania
(regions like Papua New Guinea), Africa and Ancient Near East (Egypt and
Babylonia). The DA members sat at their seats designated for them to represent
Albus’ party and were overwhelmed at just how many important people they were
surrounded with.
After the announcement to the DA
members from Beck’s note on the secret meeting, they were on their toes all
day, almost unable to contain their excitement and their disbelief that they
were invited to participate in such revolutionary gathering. They thought they
were probably going to some fancy mansion/manor or maybe even a shady secret
hall of sorts, but they were surprised to find that they were led to the
infamous Chamber of Secrets hidden within the undergrowth of Hogwarts and can
only be located and entered via Moaning Myrtle’s haunted toilet. Apparently,
back in the olden days when the four founders of Hogwarts was still around,
Salazar Slytherin had been much of a recluse at heart and was rumoured to have
a Basilisk for a pet within this chambers, which is, of course, an illegal
animal to have as pets because of its killing gaze, literally. After Salazar
passed on and a few incidents occurred within the school involving people being
Petrified, Albus—still a professor at the time—tracked down the Basilisk along
with several trained Magical Creature Masters and managed to kill it before it
could do anymore damage and the existence of this chamber kept exclusively
among the Hogwarts staff.
Now here they were, all ready and
all filled with mixed emotions they could not even begin to describe about this
entire affair, waiting for Albus and the rest of the Hogwarts’ staff’s
appearance along with the Order.
“Psst!” Alicia leaned towards
Marietta, nudging her a little. “Check out that minister. Isn’t he just the
cutest thing?”
“What? You mean the one from Italy?”
Marietta looked at where she was gesturing.
“No! The one beside him. The one
from Greece. Doesn’t he look a mite bit like Viktor Krum and Gilderoy Lockhart
divided by two?”
“Oh wow, you’re right!” Angelina cut
in. “That’s totally my kinda guy!”
“I know, right?” Alicia could barely
contain her squeal. “He’s such a hottie!”
“Viktor Krum and Gilderoy Lockhart
divided by two?” Anthony raised a brow. “How does that come about?”
“I personally think that one from
Japan is good-looking,” Parvati whispered, ignoring Anthony’s comment. “He
looks like the Chaser from Toyohashi Tengu.”
“No way!” Padma protested. “The
Hungarian minister is much better!”
“Girls!” Hermione hissed. “We’re not
here for boy-shopping!”
“That’s coz you’re already stuck
with Ron,” Marietta rolled her eyes.
“What does that suppose to mean?”
Ron asked, clearly offended.
“Shh~!” Lil shushed them. “They’re
here!”
A hush soon ran through the room as
Albus led the Hogwarts staff and the Order, along with their own Ministry
members that have yet to be corrupted, collected using the efficient eye of
Moody, to the chamber and seated them all at the seats that represent Albus’
party. Beck came in last and nodded in acknowledgement at the DA members who
waved slightly at her. As soon as everyone was seated, Albus remained standing
to address everyone in the room.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you all for coming to this secret meeting. I hope I have not caught you
in your inconvenience. If I have, I apologize beforehand,” Albus adjusted his
half-mooned glasses before continuing. “Now, to the matter at hand. I’m sure
that all of you have been wondering why is it that we have gathered here in
such secrecy and in a place such as this, no doubt. What I am about to tell you
is strictly confidential and will not leave this room under any circumstances
until I say so.”
“Spare the niceties there,
Dumbledore,” the French minister spoke with a thick French accent. “Please get
on with it.”
Albus nodded and gestured Lil and
Beck to stand up and from there, the two took over to repeat whatever they had
said to the Order and the prophesied people in question to the entire audience
present in the chamber. By the time they were done, everyone was starting to
have mixed emotions and were exchanging incredulous looks at each other,
chattering in excited hushed tones amongst themselves.
“This is outrageous!” someone from
the Ministry itself stood up. “There is no way the Ministry would want to cover
up something so big!”
“Yeah!” another one stood up as
well. “We admit that the Ministry and their system is not the best system in
the world, but they have done nothing but keeping order throughout the
wizarding world! To go to such extremes just to prevent a prophecy from
happening and harm a child so young…it’s just inconceivable!”
“Hah! You would naturally say that,”
an Indian minister snorted. “Since you are from the Ministry itself, I wouldn’t
be surprised that you would want to speak on their behalf. I knew there had
been something fishy going on within the politics of your Ministry; I just
didn’t think it would be that of a big scale.”
“How dare you?! How would you
understand from being half across the world?” the Ministry member grumbled,
ensuing the rest to stand up and start debating amongst themselves. The DA
members were shocked, and above all, afraid, as they watched the adults bicker
and yell at each other, some threatening to brandish their wands out to
probably murder each other.
“SILENCE!!!”
Everyone stopped in their tracks to
turn and see Albus glaring at them sternly, his wand at his throat probably
with a spell to amplify his voice across the chamber to catch everyone’s
attention. It was the first for the DA members to see such a face as well for
they have always known Albus to have a grandfatherly approach to things and
never once raise his voice. Only the Hogwarts staff and the Order, and Lil and
Beck, did not waver from that face as they waited for everyone to get the
picture. A few moments of looking at Albus’ stern face, the reality of the
situation sunk into them and they all took their seats awkwardly.
“Now that we have everyone’s
attention, we would like to return to the matter at hand,” Albus softened his
facial expression once he lowered the wand from his throat. “You have heard the
story that was given to you by Lillian Rome and Rebecca Evans. I know this may
come as a bit of a shock to you, but we would like to have you all to gather
round and agree to boycott the Ministry.”
“Boycott the Ministry?” an Egyptian
minister exclaimed.
“Are you out of your mind?” an African
minister, with his thick African accent, joined in.
“You are asking us to boycott the Ministry of Magic,” an American
minister chided. “And might I remind you that it is the people that run this entire wizarding world! You’re basically
asking us to take down the government!”
“Yes, that is what we are requesting
you to do, in a nutshell,” Beck replied calmly.
“Bloody hell!” a Scottish minister
said in a bemused tone, almost in a Ron fashion. “This goes against everything
that we have been told not to do in
politics.”
“You might as well ask us to dig our
grave while you’re at it, Dumbledore,” a Slovenian minister groaned.
“Unfortunately we will have to break
the rules,” Albus said. “As they have already broken once too many times. A
killer that they have indirectly created is on the loose, and several young
children are in danger of being taken into their clutches. So far they have yet
to know about young Malfoy and his mate and their children because they are under
protection of Lord Sirius Black who had always maintain under the Ministry’s
low radar, but with the arrest of Malfoy’s father, who was an accomplice to
Voldemort and is currently under the charge of harbouring a fugitive,
kidnapping and raping a minor, and being an accessory to a murderer’s schemes,
their hiding place are now being compromised because of the possible revealing
from the father, and right now, Harry is under the threat of being taken away
by the Ministry because they have custody claim over him. Any more delays and
they will soon have the upper hand before we even begin to try and accuse them
of anything. Your help right now is greatly appreciated.”
“If the hiding place of this Malfoy
and his family you speak of are being compromised, what are you all doing about
it right now?” a Serbian minister spoke up. “Surely the Ministry would not take
lightly of him bearing the child of a cursed being, let alone when they are
part of the prophecy.”
“At the moment, I am putting my
Auror cousin Tonks in charge of baby-sitting Draco and the half-wolf and the
cubs,” Sirius said. “Tonks and I are known by many to be estranged relatives
and not really that close ever since my family had booted her mother out of the
family tree, so they would not think of looking for him there. My house was
searched, obviously, as soon as Lucius was said to be arrested in my
property—no doubt he blabbed it to the Ministry while under custody—and all my
loyal hired help were interrogated, but they had been sworn to secrecy, though
I have a feeling they did so for the sake of the brat and not for me, and told
them nothing. And since Tonks headed the search to keep up appearance to the
Ministry, no one gave a second thought of her harbouring the brat under her
wing. Personally I think maybe they’re just too lazy to wind the screws of
their brain functions to think that an Auror could be possible suspects.”
“I must admit I do enjoy the
company,” Tonks smiled a little. “After all, I am christened as the babies’ godmother. But it also an honour for
me to protect them with my life, since the Ministry will stop at nothing to
have them terminated one way or another. I wouldn’t put it past them to abort
the children just as they heartlessly decided to want to abort Harry’s child
for the sake of a prophecy.”
“What of the Potter child?” a
Romanian minister asked. “What is his current status?”
“He is currently recovering at St.
Mungo after an encounter with Voldemort’s minion, resulting to his
miscarriage,” Beck replied sadly, resulting into silent gasps from the DA
members. “Of course, the Ministry knew right away that he had been rescued from
the clutches of that monster and had came to claim their right to take him away
into their custody. We have tried to prevent them from knowing because we fear
this might happen, but apparently someone must’ve tipped them off anonymously.”
“His personal physician, Ard-Rí Constantine, had persuaded the St. Mungo’s staff to
keep Harry in the hospital as long as possible,” Albus replied. “They promised
to stall them as much as they can, but with the Ministry Aurors situated
outside his ward and observing him, there is no telling when they will figure
out the ruse and take him away. He had been through enough; he doesn’t need
another blow like this, which is why we must act quickly to bring them down
before that happens.”
“Gomenasai,” a Japanese witch said
in a wistful voice but with a strong Japanese accent. “Even so this is a
problem that concerns of you. We of the Asian committee cannot be part of this.
It would probably be better if we allow the Ministry to continue this fiasco.”
“Agreed,” a Chinese wizard replied
in his Chinese accent. “We have been living in seclusion for many years without
trouble. We have done our duty in cleansing people of their magical powers
because our culture does not allow mortals to possess powers that are meant for
the gods. We do not wish to have our well-hidden secret be exposed by this
prophecy.”
“How could you say that?!” Hermione
suddenly stood up, clearly upset at the nonchalant way the Asian party was
taking this situation. “This is our friend we’re talking about here! Are you
willing to allow the Ministry to do as they like, killing thousands of
innocents to preserve your lifestyle?!”
“It is troubling at most,” a
Vietnamese witch replied. “Even worse, regrettable. But if it is the fate of
the children to endure such hardships, there is nothing much we can do. Our wizarding
world is already under threat as it is.”
“Then that makes you no different
than those heartless Ministry members themselves!! How can you be so selfish?!”
“Sunimasen,” the Japanese witch
could only bow.
A long pause ensued before Beck
turned to the Asian party and voiced out, “You claim to live in seclusion, you
say?”
All the Asian party nodded.
“You say you do so because Muggles
condemned those who are magical to be having the power of the gods, deeming
them unworthy and must be eradicated, and you are tasked to remove them of
their magic, correct?”
Another nod.
“Then you admit that you are
committing genocide, which is what Voldemort is doing right now to all the
non-purebloods.”
Another nod, hesitant this time.
“Then you do realize that you will
be deemed no different than Voldemort, and also confirming Muggles’ prejudice
on you to be unworthy of possessing powers meant for the gods because of you
using it to terminate your own people. Is that the burden you wish to carry for
the rest of your secluded life?”
The Asian party looked at each other
awkwardly, not knowing what to rebut against this harsh truth.
“The Ministry is probably the most
to blame by allowing you live in such conditions, not allowing your people to
understand your nature and letting those Muggles think so poorly of your kind
and let you suffer. They are supposed to run the entire wizarding world and
look for everyone’s wellbeing, not allowing you to live like this.”
“I know it is hard to stomach for
all of you,” Albus came into the picture. “And I know some of you are still
traumatized and apprehensive about the prophecy, given that we have been
subjected to the harsh treatment of the Muggles in the past, the Salem Witch
Hunt being the worst of its kind. But times have changed since then. There are
more and more Muggle-borns in this era and more Muggles are accepting the
reality of the fact that we do exist, judging by the number of half-wizards and
witches we have within the centuries. Besides, I am sure that deep in your
hearts, you are tired of this seclusion and want to get along with the Muggles
and co-exist with them, to let them understand you and accept you rather than
having to come up with millions of excuses and spells to cover your tracks. It may
be a hard process for all of us, but if this prophecy had been made, then it
must mean it is time for us to embrace the new future ahead of us. After all, as
our Vietnamese representative have said, if it is the fate of the children to
endure the Ministry’s wrath, what if it is also our fate to eventually come to
terms and reveal ourselves to them and build a better future? Surely you must
have considered that.”
Everyone in the audience looked at
each other, murmuring hesitant agreements and nodding their heads as they knew
one way or another, the old man spoke the truth.
“Well said, Dumbledore. Spoken like
a true Minister and a charismatic Headmaster.”
Everyone turned to see Rita Skeeter,
who was sitting at the back of the chamber, along with some of her colleagues
and a number of people working under every well-known press possible. Even Luna’s
father was there, who gave his daughter a smile and a wave, earning a rather
surprised look, which was very rare, from her.
“What? The press is here?” Beck was
shocked to see them as they revealed themselves one by one, taking out their
cameras and flashing at everyone present now that their presence were made
known. “How did they…?”
“I invited them here,” Kingsley
admitted. “I used a temporary glamour spell to hide their appearance to sneak
them in here. Sorry for not telling you sooner, but we’re going to need all the
help we can get to bring down the Ministry, and nothing beats the power of the
media.”
“You said it, Shacklebolt!” someone
from the Howler’s Hail chirped.
“Besides, we’ve been hearing little
birds chirping all around the area for a while, thanks to certain people who
heard it from so-called little children,” Rita’s colleague from the Daily
Prophet stole a look at the DA member. “Now I see what they mean.”
“Thank you,” Albus nodded. “We
appreciate your participation in this. Perhaps it is time to bring it out in
the open to gain a foothold anyway. You can quote on everything that has been
said here, just so long as you get the facts and names right, and no
embellishments or fabrications.”
The DA members held back a grin as
they had a feeling he was targeting Rita Skeeter.
The meeting carried on well through
the night, ending with the branch ministries favouring for the idea of
boycotting the Ministry, including the Asian party who were previously the most
apprehensive ones. Before they adjourned, Albus gave the press permission to
start fanning the flames of doubt to the public with their findings, and
encouraged everyone in the audience to do their part in gathering as much
manpower as they can to see through this mission.
“This is probably the most exciting
gathering we’ve ever had since the last Yule Ball,” Cedric commented as he,
along with the DA members, followed behind the adults as they left the Chamber
of Secrets.
The rest couldn’t agree more.
--:--
“…and that is all that had happened.”
A Victorian-themed lounge was warmly
lit by the fire as a few men and women dressed in robes of very rare quality
sat together to listen what the strawberry-blonde had to say. By the time she
was done, they were all in a contemplative mood, but were not far from
intrigue.
“Hmm, a rather interesting
development,” one of the women commented. “What say you, my friends?”
A long pause ensued before one of
the men chuckled quietly as he sipped his tea.
“I suppose it is time we make a
debut appearance then.”
A/N:
Oi vey~! I hate writing discussions and meeting scenes, but it had to be done,
coz someone’s gotta do it. Ooh~! Looks like we have some mysterious characters
in play too! Who are they and what are their motives? Find out in the next few
chappies~!
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