Book 5: Z Warriors And The Deathly Hallows Part 1

Mundungus Fletcher

“Wow.” Harry murmured. Piccolo didn’t tell Harry Potter about his and Gohan’s private conversation, but he did tell him what happened after they left. Harry shook his head then looked at Piccolo “At least… er…”

“At least those we care deeply about are safe.” Piccolo finished.

Harry smiled softly and nodded “Right.”

Piccolo slightly smiled back then his body went rigid as a high pitched noise rung through the room ‘Oh my GOD! What is that?!’ Piccolo gritted his teeth together in pain and covered his ears as the high notes continued to assault his eardrums, beads of sweat now rolling down his temples.

Harry widened his eyes then quickly turned around and saw the source of the noise; Ron had decided to poke at the piano and was of course poking at the high notes “Oie! Knock it off Ron!”

“Huh?” Ron looked up then quickly withdrew his hand when he saw Piccolo doubled over and covering his ears “Oh Bloody Hell! I’m sorry Piccolo!”

Hermione walked over and hit Ron’s arm “How idiotic can you be Ronald? Did you forget he has sensitive hearing?”

Ron’s shoulders went up in embarrassment “Sorry…”

Piccolo grunted as he shook his head to will the ringing noise away. He glared at Harry and said lowly “Sounded like a cat being stepped on…”

Harry chuckled and patted Piccolo’s forearm “Sorry about that Pic.”

Piccolo grunted with a nod then sat down on the nearby couch. Harry sat down across from him then pulled out his golden snitch to examine it. Harry let the snitch fly in front of him as he watched it. The Namekian looked at the snitch then gruffed “Where did  you get that from?”

Harry blinked as he came out of his thoughts “Huh? Oh.” Harry plucked the snitch from the air and its wings folded back around itself. “It was from Dumbledore. Gave it to me in his Will.”

Piccolo nodded then held out his hand “May I?” Harry shrugged and placed the golden ball into the Namekian’s hand. Piccolo pulled his hand back and inspected the markings curiously “I’ve read before… that these things have something called flesh memories. Acting as a container of sorts and only opening when they are touched by the first being that held them.”

Hermione overheard Piccolo’s deep rumbling thoughts and walked over then sat down next to Piccolo on the couch “I had hoped when Scrimgeour had given it to you it would open at your touch.”

“Curious…” Piccolo mused “You propose that the Headmaster might have hidden something inside Granger?”

Hermione nodded “I had hoped.”

At the slightest thump sound, Piccolo shot up and sped away towards the noise. When Piccolo came back -Harry, Ron and Hermione were standing on guard but didn’t move from the room- the Namekian was holding up a very ruffled and squat man who was cursing at Piccolo.

Kreacher was trailing behind Piccolo as a small creature rushed past the Namek and cried out happily “Harry Potter! So long it’s been!”

Harry grinned then said in confusion “Dobby? Why’re you here?”

Dobby smiled brightly “Dobby was only trying to help Kreacher.” he stood in front of Harry and rocked back and forth on his feet “See, Dobby heard Kreacher mention Harry Potter’s name. And then Dobby saw Kreacher talking to the thief which Dobby thought was odd.”

Piccolo bound Mundungus’ wrists together with Ki bands then pushed the man into a chair. Mundungus glared at Dobby and Kreacher “Me? A thief? I am an acquirer of unusual and wondrous objects.” he leaned forwards at Dobby and hissed “You foul little-” Piccolo growled deeply and Fletcher gulped with wide eyes “git…”

Piccolo narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms as Ron quipped to Mundungus “You’re a thief Dung, everyone knows it.”

Piccolo looks down to see Kreacher hiding behind his leg and he raised an eye ridge at the house elf. Kreacher glanced up at him then clunch to his Gi pant tighter and looked back at Mundungus. Piccolo rumbled as he glared down at Fletcher “You robbed this place.”

Mundungus opened his mouth to deny it but found his voice caught in his throat when he locked eyes with the terrifying hulking creature before him. He gulped thickly then rasped “I… I did…”

Piccolo nodded to Harry who held up the foe locket “There was a locket that looked like this one. Where is it?”

Mundungus tried to sink back into the seat as he said in a slightly panicking voice “I-I don’t know!”

“Liar.” Piccolo snarled and cracked his knuckles to intimidate the smaller man.

Fletcher made a small sounds of fright then said hurriedly “I bleedin gave it away!” he clenched his fists “Gave it to some Ministry hag so she didn’t take me away!”

“What did this woman look like?” Hermione asked.

Mundungus groaned then spotted a newspaper on the coffee table. He picked it up and motioned to it “There she is.” he handed the paper to Harry and scowled with distaste “Bleedin bow and all.”

Piccolo glanced at the picture on the paper and immediately growled dangerously. He’d grown a deep hatred towards the woman and it strengthened every time he saw or heard about the  woman. “Umbridge…” Piccolo clenched his fists and snarled at the picture.

Fletcher tried to sink into the chair more to get farther away from the pissed looking green  creature. Harry nodded then Hermione said firmly “So we have to go into the Ministry.”

Harry nodded then Piccolo growled out to Harry “Do we need this pathetic excuse of a man any longer?”

Harry shook his head “No.”

Piccolo glared at Mundungus then hauled him up into the air by the front of his shirt, his teeth bared and sharp. “Please don’t kill me!”

Piccolo smirked and it made the squat man terrified “I won’t kill you little  man.” He pulled the man close to his face and snarled lowly “I’ll do worse than kill you if you speak of us or anything you have heard.” Piccolo roughly put the man down and growled “Leave.” Without another word, Mundungus Fletcher quickly stumbled away then yelped as Kreacher latched onto him and vanished. When Kreacher came back without the man a couple seconds later, Piccolo smiled crookedly and nodded “Well done Kreacher.”

Kreacher bowed deeply “Many thanks Master Piccolo.”

Piccolo raised an eye ridge but said nothing. He turned to the trio and said “So, how are we going to get into the ministry?”

Hermione fidgeted then said “We’ll have to impersonate someone that works in the Ministry.”

Ron raised his eyebrows “Polyjuice potion then?” he plopped down into a chair and said exasperatedly “Well I guess we’ll have to wait a month then! You said yourself second year Mione that it takes a month to make.”

Piccolo noticed Hermione’s body language and smirked knowingly “Unless you had some premade.”

Hermione blushed and nodded as Ron and Harry gaped at her. Harry grinned widely “That’s brilliant Hermione!”

“Agreed.” Piccolo gruffed. Ron was still gaping at the witch as Piccolo cracked his neck “So. We need to find four Ministry employees to impersonate?”

“Yes.” Hermione nodded.

Ron thought for a moment then said “Well… I think I can identify a few Ministry people for us to impersonate.”