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A New Rise In Power
Chapter 32:- A New Rise In Power
Minister,
Please forgive this rather forward letter, but I have some bad news for you.
Hermione was released from this facility today, much to my own disapproval, and therefore I cannot keep as close an eye on her as you would like.
Fortunately she has been placed in an apartment not far from here, and she will be working at a store on the corner. I do not want to raise suspicion to myself, so I have to ask questions about her in a roundabout way.
Another note of some merit is the fact that she will be returning here to fill her medications, which I have been put in charge of. Also she will be coming in once a week to have group therapy, which is when I can monitor her closely.
There was nothing more that I could do and I trust that you will believe me on this point.
Your Faithful servant,
Robert Finn.
Cornelius re-read the letter held in his shaking hands. His first reaction was to pick up the closest item and hurl it at the wall; however, on closer inspection of the note, he realized that this was just a temporary setback. He would do nothing just yet - he would wait and watch the events unfold before him. If he made his move now and eliminated Miss Granger, it would look too suspicious. The one good thing was the fact that she would be returning to Calan Park to refill her medication. Mr Finn could, and would, take care of that problem. Finn could also monitor her during her visits and give him status reports.
He had big plans for Miss Granger, ones that would not be ruined by this temporary setback. He was going to steal her powers and then he would be unstoppable, bigger than Lord Voldemort himself.
One good thing about the potion he had given Mr Finn was the fact that she only had to miss a couple of doses, and all of her magic and memories would come flooding back to her. This was advantageous, as he needed her to remember to be able to transfer her powers to himself.
Up to this point everything had been going better than expected. With his popularity up and Dumbledore’s subsequent demise, things had never looked better for him. He had pushed the whole Voldemort/Final Battle thing under the carpet, so to speak, claiming that Voldemort had never really come back into power. He claimed that it had been a group of rogue Death Eaters vying for power that had attacked Hogwarts. The public swallowed it, hook, line and sinker, especially when he was able to bring the said Death Eaters into custody.
It was all so simple really; all he had to do was force-feed the Death Eaters a dark potion and they would say whatever he wanted. He had plenty of opportunity to do this - hell, being Minister of Magic had afforded him some powers. Not that anyone would dispute this fact, as the wizarding community as a whole was only now starting to live without the constant fear of being the next victim to have all of their details splashed across the front of the Daily Prophet.
Soon enough the Death Eaters would be silenced forever, with Kisses from the Dementors. All it took was the fear of the magical community, and the outrage of one Minister of Magic to seal their fates.
***
Hermione walked around her tiny one-bedroom apartment. It would suit her just fine.
The landlady, Mrs Cripes, was eyeing her suspiciously as she stood in the doorway to the apartment.
Turning around, Hermione smiled at the elderly lady, wishing that she would leave already.
“This is fine,” Hermione finally spoke out loud.
“Well, I’ll just leave you to it then,” said Mrs Cripes, before turning around and shutting the door behind her.
Hermione let out a huge sigh, threw her things next to the door and sat heavily on the settee. Thoughts were whirling around her head, and she tried to slow them down to a somewhat normal pace.
She had no real possessions. Thankfully this apartment had come furnished; otherwise she didn’t know where she would have gotten the money to buy a bed, let alone some pots and pans.
Doctor Lopes had helped Hermione to apply for the disability pension, which now allowed her to buy some of the necessary items to ensure her survival. She really was looking forward to working and being able to make decisions in her own time. She also was looking forward to being useful once more, as she felt that independence had been a big part of her previous life.
Hermione had about a week before she had to report to her new job as a cashier girl at the local store. She had introduced herself to the manager of the store, a Mr Bryant, and he had seemed friendly enough. She had bought a couple of things for dinner that night, and some clothes, before coming to see the apartment that she would now call home.
Yes, life would go on as it tended to do, and she just had to make the best of it.
Standing up, she retrieved her plastic bags and walked into the small, but tidy, kitchen. Placing the food on the kitchen counter, she withdrew her medication from her pockets. Turning over the two cylinders full of her pills in her hand; she placed them down on the kitchen counter next to the kettle.
Turning away from the containers, she felt she could look around a bit more thoroughly, without the eyes of Mrs Cripes on her. It was a reasonable place and she was thankful that she had gotten it. She walked into the bedroom, and pulling her clothes out of the bag, she arranged them into the drawers and wardrobe.
Twirling around she went back into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea.
***
Tolmie walked into his private lab to see Severus hunched over the cauldron. His posture spoke volumes; Tolmie could tell that he was exhausted. He could also feel a mood of frustration, floating off the Potions Master and hitting Tolmie in the chest.
Treading ever so carefully, he slowly walked over to the darker man and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Severus reacted with lightning-quick reflexes. He flipped Tolmie onto his back, whipped out his wand and pressed it to the older man’s jugular. His eyes widened in horror for a split second, before he recognised Tolmie and extracted his wand from the man’s neck.
“I’m sorry about that,” Severus growled, as he took a step backwards.
“Don’t worry about it,” Tolmie replied, picking himself off the floor and dusting off his robes.
“You know you shouldn’t sneak up on me like that,” Severus responded as he turned back to tend to his potion. “Else you may end up dead one of these days.”
Tolmie gave a hearty laugh at this, which neither drew Severus’ attention nor made his methodical stirring miss a beat.
“You need a break, or you’ll wear yourself out,” Tolmie said, his voice grave.
“Do you even realize what today is?” Severus asked, still stirring the potion.
Tolmie thought for a second and when no answer came to him he replied, “No, please enlighten me.”
“It’s the second of September,” Severus said in an exasperated voice, “which means we only have seventeen more days to have this potion ready. Unless you want to wait another year before I can finish my assignment, which means that you would be stuck with me for twelve more months.”
Tolmie just rolled his eyes before moving closer to Severus. “What do you need me to do?” he asked, his voice tinged with humour.
“We only have one more ingredient to get,” Severus replied. Then, in a voice filled with despair, he continued, “The unicorn horn which, may I add, has to be given by the beasts freely. This task, I find, will almost be impossible to accomplish, as what unicorn would want to give up its horn?” He let out a sigh and let his shoulders hunch over as he continued to stir the potion.
After a pause, Severus continued, “You know, you still haven’t told me how you managed to acquire the dragon’s scale.”
“That’s between me and the dragon,” Tolmie replied, laughing. “Don’t worry too much about the unicorn horn; I will manage it.”
***
Dumbledore knew Severus was close to completing the task that he had sent him on, finding Miss Granger.
When Severus had come into his office a couple of months ago, asking for Miss Granger’s birth date, he had been a little perplexed at this request. Looking in the younger man’s eyes he had seen the urgency, and had given him the requested date without even having to look it up. He knew his students that well, especially Miss Granger. She was now his ward, having no one else to call her family.
He wanted Severus to find her and bring her back to Hogwarts where she would be safe. Chiefly, so Fudge wouldn’t be able to find her first and do away with her, so she wouldn’t be able to identify him.
Now with only seventeen days left until Miss Granger’s birthday, he knew that Severus would not let him down. He believed Miss Granger to still be alive. When she was found she would be able to name Cornelius Fudge as a Death Eater, and then this whole sordid affair would be behind him. At least he hoped it would.
***
A/N:- Sorry about the short chapter but I promise you that next chapter we will see Hermione reunited with Severus, hmmm it’s going to be interesting to say the least.
I would like to thank my beta, LydiaCarol, so very much for taking the time out of her busy schedule to beta this for me. She asked me how many more chapters this is going to be, between you me and the lamp post this isn’t her usual foray, and I told her I honestly don’t know as I have at least two more BIG plot twists. However I have the ending finished, in my mind at least, so I know the direction I want this story to take.
Disclaimer:- Do I still have to do this? We all know I am not J.K. (as if) and if I were, what would I be doing here? This belongs to J.K. am not making any money from this but if you want to send me money I won’t say no. LOL!!!
Minister,
Please forgive this rather forward letter, but I have some bad news for you.
Hermione was released from this facility today, much to my own disapproval, and therefore I cannot keep as close an eye on her as you would like.
Fortunately she has been placed in an apartment not far from here, and she will be working at a store on the corner. I do not want to raise suspicion to myself, so I have to ask questions about her in a roundabout way.
Another note of some merit is the fact that she will be returning here to fill her medications, which I have been put in charge of. Also she will be coming in once a week to have group therapy, which is when I can monitor her closely.
There was nothing more that I could do and I trust that you will believe me on this point.
Your Faithful servant,
Robert Finn.
Cornelius re-read the letter held in his shaking hands. His first reaction was to pick up the closest item and hurl it at the wall; however, on closer inspection of the note, he realized that this was just a temporary setback. He would do nothing just yet - he would wait and watch the events unfold before him. If he made his move now and eliminated Miss Granger, it would look too suspicious. The one good thing was the fact that she would be returning to Calan Park to refill her medication. Mr Finn could, and would, take care of that problem. Finn could also monitor her during her visits and give him status reports.
He had big plans for Miss Granger, ones that would not be ruined by this temporary setback. He was going to steal her powers and then he would be unstoppable, bigger than Lord Voldemort himself.
One good thing about the potion he had given Mr Finn was the fact that she only had to miss a couple of doses, and all of her magic and memories would come flooding back to her. This was advantageous, as he needed her to remember to be able to transfer her powers to himself.
Up to this point everything had been going better than expected. With his popularity up and Dumbledore’s subsequent demise, things had never looked better for him. He had pushed the whole Voldemort/Final Battle thing under the carpet, so to speak, claiming that Voldemort had never really come back into power. He claimed that it had been a group of rogue Death Eaters vying for power that had attacked Hogwarts. The public swallowed it, hook, line and sinker, especially when he was able to bring the said Death Eaters into custody.
It was all so simple really; all he had to do was force-feed the Death Eaters a dark potion and they would say whatever he wanted. He had plenty of opportunity to do this - hell, being Minister of Magic had afforded him some powers. Not that anyone would dispute this fact, as the wizarding community as a whole was only now starting to live without the constant fear of being the next victim to have all of their details splashed across the front of the Daily Prophet.
Soon enough the Death Eaters would be silenced forever, with Kisses from the Dementors. All it took was the fear of the magical community, and the outrage of one Minister of Magic to seal their fates.
***
Hermione walked around her tiny one-bedroom apartment. It would suit her just fine.
The landlady, Mrs Cripes, was eyeing her suspiciously as she stood in the doorway to the apartment.
Turning around, Hermione smiled at the elderly lady, wishing that she would leave already.
“This is fine,” Hermione finally spoke out loud.
“Well, I’ll just leave you to it then,” said Mrs Cripes, before turning around and shutting the door behind her.
Hermione let out a huge sigh, threw her things next to the door and sat heavily on the settee. Thoughts were whirling around her head, and she tried to slow them down to a somewhat normal pace.
She had no real possessions. Thankfully this apartment had come furnished; otherwise she didn’t know where she would have gotten the money to buy a bed, let alone some pots and pans.
Doctor Lopes had helped Hermione to apply for the disability pension, which now allowed her to buy some of the necessary items to ensure her survival. She really was looking forward to working and being able to make decisions in her own time. She also was looking forward to being useful once more, as she felt that independence had been a big part of her previous life.
Hermione had about a week before she had to report to her new job as a cashier girl at the local store. She had introduced herself to the manager of the store, a Mr Bryant, and he had seemed friendly enough. She had bought a couple of things for dinner that night, and some clothes, before coming to see the apartment that she would now call home.
Yes, life would go on as it tended to do, and she just had to make the best of it.
Standing up, she retrieved her plastic bags and walked into the small, but tidy, kitchen. Placing the food on the kitchen counter, she withdrew her medication from her pockets. Turning over the two cylinders full of her pills in her hand; she placed them down on the kitchen counter next to the kettle.
Turning away from the containers, she felt she could look around a bit more thoroughly, without the eyes of Mrs Cripes on her. It was a reasonable place and she was thankful that she had gotten it. She walked into the bedroom, and pulling her clothes out of the bag, she arranged them into the drawers and wardrobe.
Twirling around she went back into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea.
***
Tolmie walked into his private lab to see Severus hunched over the cauldron. His posture spoke volumes; Tolmie could tell that he was exhausted. He could also feel a mood of frustration, floating off the Potions Master and hitting Tolmie in the chest.
Treading ever so carefully, he slowly walked over to the darker man and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Severus reacted with lightning-quick reflexes. He flipped Tolmie onto his back, whipped out his wand and pressed it to the older man’s jugular. His eyes widened in horror for a split second, before he recognised Tolmie and extracted his wand from the man’s neck.
“I’m sorry about that,” Severus growled, as he took a step backwards.
“Don’t worry about it,” Tolmie replied, picking himself off the floor and dusting off his robes.
“You know you shouldn’t sneak up on me like that,” Severus responded as he turned back to tend to his potion. “Else you may end up dead one of these days.”
Tolmie gave a hearty laugh at this, which neither drew Severus’ attention nor made his methodical stirring miss a beat.
“You need a break, or you’ll wear yourself out,” Tolmie said, his voice grave.
“Do you even realize what today is?” Severus asked, still stirring the potion.
Tolmie thought for a second and when no answer came to him he replied, “No, please enlighten me.”
“It’s the second of September,” Severus said in an exasperated voice, “which means we only have seventeen more days to have this potion ready. Unless you want to wait another year before I can finish my assignment, which means that you would be stuck with me for twelve more months.”
Tolmie just rolled his eyes before moving closer to Severus. “What do you need me to do?” he asked, his voice tinged with humour.
“We only have one more ingredient to get,” Severus replied. Then, in a voice filled with despair, he continued, “The unicorn horn which, may I add, has to be given by the beasts freely. This task, I find, will almost be impossible to accomplish, as what unicorn would want to give up its horn?” He let out a sigh and let his shoulders hunch over as he continued to stir the potion.
After a pause, Severus continued, “You know, you still haven’t told me how you managed to acquire the dragon’s scale.”
“That’s between me and the dragon,” Tolmie replied, laughing. “Don’t worry too much about the unicorn horn; I will manage it.”
***
Dumbledore knew Severus was close to completing the task that he had sent him on, finding Miss Granger.
When Severus had come into his office a couple of months ago, asking for Miss Granger’s birth date, he had been a little perplexed at this request. Looking in the younger man’s eyes he had seen the urgency, and had given him the requested date without even having to look it up. He knew his students that well, especially Miss Granger. She was now his ward, having no one else to call her family.
He wanted Severus to find her and bring her back to Hogwarts where she would be safe. Chiefly, so Fudge wouldn’t be able to find her first and do away with her, so she wouldn’t be able to identify him.
Now with only seventeen days left until Miss Granger’s birthday, he knew that Severus would not let him down. He believed Miss Granger to still be alive. When she was found she would be able to name Cornelius Fudge as a Death Eater, and then this whole sordid affair would be behind him. At least he hoped it would.
***
A/N:- Sorry about the short chapter but I promise you that next chapter we will see Hermione reunited with Severus, hmmm it’s going to be interesting to say the least.
I would like to thank my beta, LydiaCarol, so very much for taking the time out of her busy schedule to beta this for me. She asked me how many more chapters this is going to be, between you me and the lamp post this isn’t her usual foray, and I told her I honestly don’t know as I have at least two more BIG plot twists. However I have the ending finished, in my mind at least, so I know the direction I want this story to take.
Disclaimer:- Do I still have to do this? We all know I am not J.K. (as if) and if I were, what would I be doing here? This belongs to J.K. am not making any money from this but if you want to send me money I won’t say no. LOL!!!