Dark Mark
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Barty
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
6,753
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Chapter 2
Cornelius Fudge was not a happy man.
With Azkeban no longer a safe place to store the criminal element, he had to deal with the very pressing problem of what to do with all those damn Deatheaters.
It was Priority One. The rowdy lot of them were escaping right and left and it was about to become a real situation; the Dementors had flown the coop, gotten off to god knows where. If rumor was to be believed, they had joined sides with Voldemort's crowd, but Cornelius Fudge knew better. Voldemort was a red herring, a look-over-there ploy used to distract everyone from what was really happening, whatever that was...he didn't know, and furthermore, he didn't care. The Azkaban issue needed to be dealt with first and foremost, and the only solution he could come up with was to begin executing anyone that was deemed too dangerous to be set free. The rest would just have to be turned loose with fingers crossed that they would behave among society.
The list of executables was long, but far from exhaustive. So many dark Wizards had escaped already, and the Ministry's Auror department was maxed out; each Auror was hunting multiple convicts, with a dismal retrieval rate that left little hope they would all be caught, at least during Fudge's term of office.
He sighed as yet another stack of papers was plopped onto his desk.
"Kitzby."
"Yes, Sir?"
The expression on Fudge's face made the office page take a step back, scrambling to avoid dropping the files he was carrying. "Sir, are you alright?"
"Get me Albus Dumbledore." The throbbing vein in the middle of the Minister's forehead looked dangerously close to exploding, his face a deep shade of crimson as he waved the boy away. "Quickly."
The page hurried out of the office, shutting the door hastily behind him. The breeze stirred by the closing door blew the top two sheets of paper off the stack he had just deposited on Fudge's desk; they drifted lazily to the floor at the Minister's feet.
"So it has come to this," he murmured into his hands.
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Cornelius Fudge was not a happy man.
With Azkeban no longer a safe place to store the criminal element, he had to deal with the very pressing problem of what to do with all those damn Deatheaters.
It was Priority One. The rowdy lot of them were escaping right and left and it was about to become a real situation; the Dementors had flown the coop, gotten off to god knows where. If rumor was to be believed, they had joined sides with Voldemort's crowd, but Cornelius Fudge knew better. Voldemort was a red herring, a look-over-there ploy used to distract everyone from what was really happening, whatever that was...he didn't know, and furthermore, he didn't care. The Azkaban issue needed to be dealt with first and foremost, and the only solution he could come up with was to begin executing anyone that was deemed too dangerous to be set free. The rest would just have to be turned loose with fingers crossed that they would behave among society.
The list of executables was long, but far from exhaustive. So many dark Wizards had escaped already, and the Ministry's Auror department was maxed out; each Auror was hunting multiple convicts, with a dismal retrieval rate that left little hope they would all be caught, at least during Fudge's term of office.
He sighed as yet another stack of papers was plopped onto his desk.
"Kitzby."
"Yes, Sir?"
The expression on Fudge's face made the office page take a step back, scrambling to avoid dropping the files he was carrying. "Sir, are you alright?"
"Get me Albus Dumbledore." The throbbing vein in the middle of the Minister's forehead looked dangerously close to exploding, his face a deep shade of crimson as he waved the boy away. "Quickly."
The page hurried out of the office, shutting the door hastily behind him. The breeze stirred by the closing door blew the top two sheets of paper off the stack he had just deposited on Fudge's desk; they drifted lazily to the floor at the Minister's feet.
"So it has come to this," he murmured into his hands.
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