The Pureblood Coup

Sheherazade: I'm sorry I did not update in a long time. This weekend, I plan on updating about three times. But after this weekend, I might not come back to this story. By Dec. 12, then I can write every day almost. Regarding your comment in the review, which I loved: Voldemort could of used a Legilimens blade on Snape...but like Slughorn did with the Horcrux memory...Snape could create false memories. Of course, Voldemort would know they were false. I do not think Voldemort was ever so extremely suspicious of Snape that he thought of the blade on him. More evidence of a Fascist like regime abounds in this fic, and I'm sorry to say I have several more scenes to go until the great celebration of the coup! It is really going to be amazing...the details I have, on the notes I took for it!


Chapter Three: Waiting for the Worms continued….


Once Rowle had gone through the flames to discard Scrimgeour’s corpse, Voldemort noted to Severus casually, “We cannot have them find the Minister’s body. It is to be published that Scrimgeour resigned.”

Meanwhile, Percy Weasley, the former Junior Assistant to the Minister trekked backward almost tripping over his dusty cloak. He escaped through an exit behind a curtained wall.

“Yes, My Lord. That is how it shall be done,” Snape assented dully. He was not particular passionate about all this dirty work.

“The escorts will be arriving…proclaiming my puppet to be at work” Voldemort drawled with dry humor.

“Severus… You must depart, as they cannot see the man wanted for the murder of Dumbledore here. And you too, must go Bella. As you are not too popular with the public either…”

Without a second’s hesitation, the two Death Eaters obeyed, leaving through the two tall varnished oak doors, still ajar from when they were burst open before.

And now Voldemort was left alone in the stateroom.

He raised his arms, and in an instant he vanished, or at least visibly he had disappeared. The truth of the matter was that he had cast the Disillushionment charm over himself. An immensely powerful charm that few wizards can accomplish to completion. He waited invisible. As he must remain in the shadows, for even the Imperiused Ministry workers should not get to see him.

In a couple of minutes, dozens of people were piling into the stateroom at once. At the same moment, Thorfinn Rowle returned through the flames of the fireplace.

At the head was Pius Thicknesse with Death Eaters, Yaxley, Selwyn, and Rookwood flanking him. They had been able to arrive through the lift from the second floor, because one of the Death Eaters had been trained in the initial planning for the operation. Specifically, he was taught how to control the charm that was going to block the lifts. He was ordered to make sure he reactivated the lifts, once it would become obvious Rufus Scrimgeour was dead.

The three newly arrived Death Eaters clapped their wand-free hands and stamped their feet in jubilation at Scrimgeour’s apparent demise. Pius Thickness, the Head of Magical Law Enforcement went at the head of the throng, thinking they were cheering himself.

Coming behind the head, in a grave procession was every one of the fifty Wizengamot court members. They were clad in their usual uniform of plum-colored robes, silver letter “W” badges embroidered on their chests. Each of the fifty Wizengamot members over the last few weeks had been Imperiused. Now they were present to serve as witness to Pius Thickness’s placement into power. Or so they thought….

Yaxley announced, boldy, “Good morning, witches and wizards. I don’t know if you’re aware, I have been promoted to Head of Magical Law Enforcement. And as, we no longer have a Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot…” he paused, feeling insincerity in his heart that he did not want them to know, trying not to chuckle at the thought of Dumbledore’s death. “…We need one of you to volunteer as Bonder for the inaugeration of our new Minister for Magic.”

At the end of these words, the fifty Wizengamot members finished their procession into the exorbitant, spacious office. They lined up neatly in front of Yaxley, with Selwyn, and Rookwood, standing on either side of Yaxley. Voldemort remained smartly in the background behind the Wizengamot near the exit. Of course, invisible.

At once someone at the front of the queue came forward, their short legs striding, a headstrong grimness about them.

Yaxley nodded curtly, as this Wizengamot member, who took their short wand out slowly.

“Thank-you…Mr. Yaxley for suggesting me to do this. I am delighted…,” the woman, who was a Wizengamot member, named Dolores Umbridge said in a sweetly sinister fashion.

Dolores Umbridge took her wand out, and placed it over Yaxley and Thickness who were clasping hands, but in a manly fashion as if they were going to arm wrestle. Then they dropped to the floor, kneeling, the Wizengamot member standing in her squat frame before them.

Yaxley cleared his throat, and Umbridge seemed to copy him, in her most annoying, "ahem" sound.

“Do you Pius Thickness, affirm that you support and defend the Ministry for Magic of Great Britain against all enemies, magical and muggle?," said Yaxley.

“I do!” answered Pius Thickness, full of haughtiness.

A thin tongue of brilliant red flame shot out of the Wizengamot’s wand, as Umbridge was acting as Bonder. It wound itself around Yaxley and Pius Thickness.

“That you will bare true allegiance to the same, without any purpose of evasion?,” Yaxley stated the second clause of the official oath, and as in the prior, another flame appeared, wounding itself around Yaxley and Thickness’s hands, forming a chain.

“I will!,” answered Thickness, nodding his shaggy head, with his long-black hair and beard, sprinkled with grays.

“That you shall sincerely discharge the duties of the administration on which you are about to enter?....So help you,...Merlin?”

“I…will!” Pius Thickness answered in a deep, explosive voice.

“Pius Thickness, by the power of the Wizengamot, and I, as head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, so declare you Minister for Magic. Rise.”

Thickness stood up, once the chain had wound itself like a coiling serpent and then disappeared. The newly instated Minister, the wizard who was responsible for Imperiusing all the other Department Heads after Yaxley had Imperiused Thickness himself, was now responsible for all the menial tasks Voldemort didn’t want.

Thickness surveyed the crowd, through his sloping forehead, the glinting eyes blinking lazily, looking myopic. In response, all of the Wizengamot knelt, as a way to symbolize obedience to their new leader, execept Umbridge who continued to stand, her chin jutting out, and smiling awfully.

Rowle was looking stupid just standing there completely out of place.

Out of nowhere, there was a high pitched laugh, echoing off the walls of the stateroom. From where it came nobody knew, for as soon as it came it went, fading with an eerie, simmering hiss.

There was a shivering second of silence, Dolores Umbridge actually let out a whiny whimper. But then, all at once the group started to move, with three Death Eaters heading the crowd, rushing like mad-men to leave the Ministry, with the instructions to apparate to Ottery St. Catchpole. The guards following, as well as most of the Wizengamot coming along. The difference between Death Eater and Ministry employee would no longer be recognizable.

Thickness did not follow everyone departing. He lingered in the stateroom he could now claim ownership over, watching Umbridge's short legs trailing at the slowest pace, the caboose of the train of people. Everyone was moving back out the corridor to the lifts. If Umbridge didn't pick up the pace, she would miss getting to side-along apparate to the next destination.

Thickness called desperately over the footsteps and chatter of over half a hundred men and women, “What about my speech? Where are the trumpets for my ceremony?!”

Yaxley, turned around, and took a piece of parchment from his pocket. “Here…Almost forgot. Read over the new policies…There are some very dramatic changes in there.”

Yaxley slammed the scroll into Pius Thickness’s hand. One of the very scrolls the Dark Lord had dictated to his quill to write, yesterday evening. Voldemort was the one who had devised the policy changes, of course.

And then, he proceeded to march the Minister to the desk, sitting him down in it, like a baby at his high-chair being fed.

Yaxley took his wand out concentrating on his Imperius curse, “Now send a memo to the heads that you are occupying the office….As the Minister for Magic…Remember, Scrimgeour resigned.”

“Yes, sir,” said Pius Thickness, thinly and weakened, once again being forced to act against his will under the Imperius curse. And with that, he took out a quill and feverishly began to write up the memos.

Yaxley turned on his heel to depart.

Lord Voldemort, perfectly silent and invisible left the stateroom. His destination, being not Ottery St. Catchpole, but the other end of London. And then afterward, to go after Gregorovitch, in order to seize the Elder Wand. It was time to fly....




That is finally the end of this chapter…next chapter is called "Goodbye Blue Sky", and later I will be showing the Weasleys briefly and the storming of wedding and Tonk’s parents being tortured…! Don't worry these scenes before the party will not be too long...well it is still another 10,000 words though.