{Dumbledore's Office, Hogwarts}
{10th Sep 1991}
{3rd Person POV}
"I already told you, Cornelius, no dementor would step foot inside the Hogwarts wards..." Albus said as he stared down into the portly minister's eyes. Cornelius shrank back slightly. Even without a Legilimency probe, Albus could tell that the minister was both afraid and furious. But right now, Albus doesn't care about Fudge's pride. He had a bottom line, and that meant that no Dementor would be allowed to roam on Hogwart lands.
He wished the repulsion ward could work 24/7, but the enhancement was not made to work like that, as it couldn't hold out for months. Dementers were unique creatures, and they needed strong esoteric magic to repel them. The wards could simulate that for a while, but just enough to stall. He needed to be blunt and forceful about his conditions, so the Ministry instructed the Dementers to stay away.
"...The ministry had decided-" Lucius stepped forward in an attempt to help Fudge, but he stopped when Dumbledore looked in his direction. For all the bravado that Lucius had, he was also aware of the fact that he did not stand a chance against someone like Dumbledore if the man was serious about something. The old wizard was civil most of the time, even humoring their attempts at politics, but when it comes to his bottom lines...
Lucius suppressed a shudder as his eyes locked with Dumbledore's for a moment before he remembered the Dark Lord's warning and averted his gaze. As much as he wanted to challenge the old man's authority, he didn't dare make Dumbledore become serious.
"Hogwarts is, and always has been, outside the influence of the Ministry. Within the wards, no force of any government body is allowed for an extended period of time. It is all written in the accords, Cornelius." Albus stated. Although some headmasters in the past have allowed Aurors to stay mobilized on campus, and it had set a precedent for auror forces in times of emergency, he had no intention of budging on the matter.
Dementors were the darkest of magical creatures, their inherent magic made them almost invulnerable with only the strongest fire magic and only a handful of esoteric magic working on them.
Albus also knew he needed to make sure that Cornelius understood that he would not budge on the matter, so with a thought, he extended his hand and focused. A silver sword materialized out of thin air, and it had a big red jewel at the end, with several runes carefully etched onto the blade.
Both Cornelius and Lucius backed away as soon as Dumbledore pulled out the sword from thin air. While Cornelius looked at the sword with an apprehensive look, Lucius recognized the legendary sword. His eyes stared at the famous weapon with fear and greed.
"I want to make sure you understand Cornelius. This is the sword of Gryffindor, famed because it was the primary casting tool that Godric Gryffindor, one of the founders of Hogwarts, used during the war before he settled down with a wand. It is an enchanted weapon that can cut down anything." The unasked question lingered in the air as Fudge looked constipated.
"You can't threaten to kill the Dementers, Dumbledore," Lucius said. He didn't know if it was possible, but if it was, then the reason the soul-sucking dark creatures followed the Dark Lord made sense.
"If they cross the Hogwarts wards, then I will. The safety of my students would never be compromised. Now is there anything else I can do?" Albus asked, with a flick of his hand the silver sword vanished, the casual display of control over the legendary weapon seemed to have worked as Fudge relented.
"Of course, Albus, whatever you feel is right for the safety of the students..." Fudge immediately backtracked on his words, and Albus noticed how the minister addressed him, with his first name seemingly changing from hostile to friendly.
Cornelius Fudge was many things: a coward, a timid, portly man who only cared about his reputation and wealth. But he was not stupid, knowing that trying anything more would not be beneficial to him, he quickly gave way to Albus's demands, but after a moment, he changed his tune once again, "...but you must help me as well, Albus, I can't keep being seen like I'm doing nothing. The public must have faith in the Ministry, so I'll station a squad of Dementors and Aurors around Hogsmeade."
"...You worry about the safety of the students, and the Aurors would do well to track the mass murderer, Sirius Black." Fudge finished, and his eyes showed a firm determination to follow through his words. Albus could easily dissuade him from keeping the Dementors so close, but he relented as well. Just now, another idea had emerged in his mind, so he quickly nodded.
"Of course, now, if you would please, I have some matters to attend to." Albus dismissed the portly man. He could see the way Fudge's face stiffened for a brief moment at the blatant dismissal. The Minister of Magic was anything but graceful as he nodded and waddled over to the fire.
Albus turned to look into Lucius's eyes, but the blond avoided his gaze and swiftly ducked behind the fire. They both flooed away. The lack of words surprised Albus a little bit.
'He has been silent for a couple of months now, likely planning on dealing with Rigel Black.' Albus thought. He had been debating about approaching the young heir, and the distraction of Sirius Black's infiltration served as the perfect way to move forward and deal with the chamber of secrets.
First, though, he needed to go through the books of soul magic that he had hidden away from the Restricted section of the Library. How the Dark Lord survived that night was still a mystery to him, but the Dementer's magic was special as well.
'What would happen if a weakened soul of the Dark Lord who was possessing Quirrell was confronted with a misguided Dementor who just happened to prance onto him? This plan certainly seemed more feasible than trying to trap the Dark Lord's soul in a Dark Artifact.'
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AN - Plans changing from both sides. Who would come out on top?
P.S- 42+ chapters on P.atreon!
{Rigel's Room, Slytherin Dorm, Hogwarts}
{11th Sep 1991}
{3rd Person POV}
*Bang*
Rigel slapped his door closed and pulled out the map from his inventory in one smooth motion. The blank piece of parchment came to life as soon as he uttered the magic phrase, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
The full map of Hogwarts revealed itself, and Rigel spread the map onto his bed. His eyes quickly locked onto the name 'Peter Pettigrew.' The rat was still there in the Gryffindor tower. After confirming that everything had not yet gone to shit, he looked around at the other area of the map.
'He's in the boathouse?' Rigel thought, he finally found the footsteps labeled 'Sirius Black'. He expected Sirius to be in the Shrieking shack like in the movies, but the boathouse didn't make sense. But then again, after the first years arrived at Hogwarts, he had never thought about going there.
'I should go,' Rigel thought. Even if he knew that Sirius Black was a 'good guy,' he was still a little hesitant. He did not know in what condition he might be, in the novel Sirius stayed in Azkaban for 12 years, and here in this world, he had been in prison for 17 years.
Still, this chance wouldn't come again. If Sirius decided to hide in areas outside of Hogwarts and the map's range, it would be difficult to find him. He shoved the map into his inventory and walked out of the room. He could see some Slytherin walking back into the common room. It was still early in the day.
He hadn't been able to take a peek at the map last night in front of everyone, and according to what he heard the teachers discussing, Dumbledore had locked the doors, so there was no point in risking the peek. He flew through the dungeons and quickly arrived at the great hall.
He was about to rush out of the main door when he paused as the aroma of breakfast wafted through the open doors. After thinking about it, he decided to add another stop to his trip. He could go to the kitchen if he wanted to be discreet, but since there was no one at the table this early, he could go in and out without raising suspicions. He quickly arrived at the Slytherin table.
Since all of them had been woken up and kicked out of the hall by Snape just 10 minutes ago, the place was deserted. With no one around, Rigel sat down at one of the tables and asked, "Can I have a couple of sandwiches? Is there any chicken?"
Rigel looked a little silly talking to thin air, but then a plate materialized in front of him, with two sandwiches on it. He didn't see any meat, so maybe everything wasn't ready yet.
'It's breakfast anyway, so maybe the elves don't prepare any.' Rigel thought as he picked up both of them and with a thought, they vanished into his inventory.
"Can I get two more?" Rigel asked, and after packing two more just in case, he said, "Thank you."
Rigel sat up and walked out of the Great Hall. The boathouse was directly connected to the Great Hall. Even Rgiel had to admit that Sirius had balls sleeping this close to everyone. He walked out of the main entrance, and after crossing the courtyard in front of Hogwarts, a stone path led him straight to the boathouse.
His magical senses were primed, and he didn't encounter any wards, so he was pretty sure no one was aware of where he was. The Hogwarts boathouse was quite small, and after he pulled out the map and confirmed that both Sirius was here, and no one had followed him, he pointed his wand at the door and chanted, "Alohamora~"
*Click* *Creeeeeeeek*
The unlocking spell did its job, and the door clicked open. Even if his first step wasn't as successful, as soon as he stepped foot on the wooden plank, it made a loud sound. Rigel quickly stepped over it, but the damage was done. He was pretty sure Sirius would have heard the noise, and for a second, he wondered if he had selected this room for this very reason.
"Relax, my name is Rigel Black. I know you are here. I didn't tell anyone, so you don't need to run," Rigel spoke aloud. He stared, his voice reverberating through the room. The only answer he got was the sloshing sound of water hitting the two boats that were stored in the boathouse.
Before he could pull out the map and check if Sirius had already bolted, he heard some shuffling sound, and a gaunt man appeared on the other end of the boathouse. The two of them were separated by a narrow platform that went over the water.
Rigel carefully analyzed Sirius for any signs of instability. His wand clutched in his right hand to account for any sudden actions. Sirius Black was depicted in the book as a handsome man, the man before him was very much not the personification of that description. Sure, he might look one if he had some food and didn't look like he was covered in filth.
His cheekbones were visible, his cheeks hollow, and his eyeballs sunken, as dark circles surrounded his eyes. His hair was unkempt, rough, and callous, and his clothes smelled like fish after sleeping in the boathouse. Still, the one thing Rigel feared wasn't there. His eyes were still clear, even though he looked a little dazed.
"R-Rigel..." Sirius spoke, his voice dry and parched.
'Shit, I totally forgot about water. Maybe he would be able to conjure some?' Rigel hoped as he took a step forward and closed the door.
"Colloportus~" Rigel chanted as he aimed the spell at the door, with at least some form of protection against interruptions. He then pointed the spell at the ceiling and chanted, "Muffliato~"
After both the charms were in place, Rigel walked a couple of steps until Sirius was in the range of the Muffling charm, "Hello, Uncle Sirius!"
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AN - First meeting between the last Blacks!
P.S - 43+ Chapters on P.atreon!
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