Chapitre 392: Emmaline Vance
It was lightly snowing when three figures emerged from the Ministry of Magic and apparated away to Hogsmeade. It was late, but they had no choice but to wait until they had mingled long enough and congratulated all the recipients of the Order of Merlin before departing. It would have been seen as highly unusual if the Auror's attendance had not done so with all the Ministry of Magic officials in attendance at the function.
Stomping their way through the snow, the handsome redheaded man, Gideon Prewett yawns, "I swear these meetings need to be at an earlier time."
"Really?" Mumured his big-nosed brother, Fabian Prewett. "When do you propose that a secret meeting occur? Shall we all convene in broad daylight at the Three Broomsticks? Or what about at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop?"
"Will the both of you, jus' shaddap!" Growled, the middle-aged Alastor Moody that had a new scar across his face. This one was a tiny one just under his eye that crept horizontally all the way across his cheek and into the air. "Can we not discuss such things out in public?!"
"Sorry, Moody," Both Fabian and Gideon Prewet said in unison. They really should know better. But it was also perfectly understandable to find them vastly irritated after their evening as they forcibly recalled the death of their friend and comrade in arms, Alphard Black.
Moody sighs and says, "I know that the both of you are feeling incredibly bitter right now, and truthfully, I feel no different. But we can't allow the loss of Alphard to cloud our minds. We all have our own solemn duties to fulfill. We cannot allow Alphard's sacrifice to go to waste. It is our turn to do our part."
Feeling a bit chastised, the Prewett brothers remain silent the rest of the trip even upon entering the smelly barn of Aberforth, the owner of the Hogs Head Inn. The door as usual is wrenched open at their knock. "You're late," snapped the bartender with a long, neatly trimmed gray hair. His piercing angry blue eyes can easily be seen hidden behind his spectacles. Apparently, the rumors of Aberforth being neater weren't a lie after all.
"Get your scrawny arses up there!" Aberforth crudely roared causing Gideon and Fabian to stifle their laughter at the statement. They both would very much like to continue to drink at the Hogs Head Inn without being poisoned by the bartender.
Because that was the first rule when at a bar, never piss off your server, waiter, or bartender. Rude people tend to forget that these individuals have access to your food and drink until it is being served to the customer. A rather foolish mistake on their part to forget such a vital detail.
The three men hurry past Aberforth and make their way up the creaky stairs to the upstairs loft. Alastor Moody trailed behind the two Prewett brothers who cautiously entered the door. To their relief, they weren't the only ones late as Albus Dumbledore himself had yet to arrive.
To their surprise, they spot a new figure standing warily next to the Bones brothers. It was a younger-looking witch in her early to mid-twenties. She looked vaguely familiar, probably a fellow member of the Ministry of Magic. The stately-looking young witch wore an emerald, green shawl around her shoulders to contrast her formal-looking robes.
Alastor arches his brow at the Bones brothers as the two square-jawed brothers exchange glances. Finally, the younger of the two with lighter hair, Jacques Bones says, "Professor Dumbledore already approved her joining in."
"And might we warrant some introductions?" Alastor grumbled at the reply.
The elder Bones with dark brown hair gestures to the young witch at his side. Auror Edgar Bones says, "This is Emmaline Vance. She is a more recent member of the Ministry of Magic part of the new department called the Werewolf Integration Department. They keep track of those still in the process of the cure for Lycanthropy, those who are in the process of starting it, and those who are cured and are about to reenter the workforce.
Surprisingly many of the cured werewolves had chosen to join the new law enforcement department the A.P.D. Apparently, most of the cured have a surprising talent for investigation be it men or women. They attribute their skillset to always being on the run before and having to keep an open eye on their shoulder. A naturally talented first batch of A.P.D. trainees should be finished with their training by March and be out in the public ready to serve by April. The new department will really make things easier for us, Auror Corps as they will handle the smaller daily cases, the drunks, the pranksters, and so forth."
"I could see how that could be useful," Alastor nods his head in approval. "Naturally, Miss Vance is in a perfect position of trust and has access to the new members that will probably semi-report to her in the future if they are asked.'
The elderly wizard, Elphias Doge lets out a loud snort from his armchair. They all turn to see him wiping his nose and letting out a good sniff. They wrinkle their noses in disgust, but none dared to say anything to the older Wizengamot member.
They all turn silent as they hear two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. The door opens as the cheery form of Albus Dumbledore is seen first. His silver hair and beard gleam in the firelight as he says, "My apologies, I was tardy in picking up one more person." His childlike blue eyes twinkle from behind his half-moon spectacles as he moves aside to allow his guest up.
From behind him enters a rather short wizard with bandy legs. His long, straggly ginger hair clings to his face, while his brown eyes are bloodshot and baggy. He's got a five o'clock perpetual shadow and is in desperate need of a bath as he solely smells of tobacco and whiskey. The present Aurors in the room all naturally recognize the thief as Mundungus Fletcher. A severe pain in their rears.
"What is the meaning of this, Professor Dumbledore?" Edgar Bones crisply asked.
"I'll explain in just a minute," Dumbledore explained as he motioned for Moody to shut the door. Before he can, they spot Aberforth standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. Tactfully deciding it was better to leave the door open, Moody merely casts Muffalito on the room.
If Dumbledore notices that his brother, Aberforth is shooting Mundungus sharp bloodthirsty glares, he pretends not to notice. Dumbledore looks at the room and says, "I am well aware that all of you are wary of Mundungus Fletcher given his reputation as a petty criminal.
But I trust him not to betray us and the reasons for it, I will not go into. However, that will have to suffice to calm your worries and hesitation." The Bones brothers reluctantly nod their heads in acceptance as do the rest of the Aurors.
"Mundungus will be our man in the shadows," Dumbledore further explained as he took his regular seat across from Elphias Doge. "He'll also be in charge of keeping an eye on the underworld so to speak."
"More like making sure not to be caught," Gideon muttered under his breath.
Dumbledore merely glances at Gideon, who glances sheepishly away but not looking the least bit repentant. "I'm sure you've already been introduced, but nevertheless this is Miss Emmaline Vance. She'll be joining us as a permanent member of the order as well."
"Hear, hear!" Elphias Doge said in celebratory fashion.
"Now then to the matters at hand," Dumbledore solemnly said. "Alphard Black's death has not only revealed many clues to the Aurors but a disturbing truth as well. Despite the manor being burned to death, there were remnants found of Inferi."
Those present in the room automatically make the sign to ward off evil. Those that were assigned to the case knew about it, but those not like the Bones brothers seemed to be equally appalled with shock and horror. "But that is the utmost abhorrent of magic!" Jacques Bones whispered in dismay.
"Yes, I know," Dumbledore softly answered.
"Just how many of the Inferi were there, Moody?" Edgar Bones asked. "You and the Prewett brothers were there."
"Enough to make me sick," Alastor croaked. "We've been keeping a stern eye on the muggles and our own. But there haven't been many found missing nor reported missing in such large numbers. We can only conclude that's probably muggle or wizard vagabonds. Individuals who won't be noticed if they simply disappeared off the face of the earth."
The stately-looking witch, Emmaline Vance says, "Then this Dark Lord is creating the Inferius or is it his followers?"
"No, it would be him," Fabian quietly interrupted. "The creation of Inferius is something that not only requires a great deal of power, but talent and skill. Not just any dark wizard can create an Inferi and so many, it could only be the work of one sole person." Emmaline Vance nods her head in thanks for Fabian Prewett having reached the same conclusion as her.
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
EsliEsma
EsliEsma As to how Lord Voldemort is creating so many Inferius, without being noticed, please allow me to refresh things. (Don't forget an entire island cave filled with Inferius during HP's time, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince! We don't know if Voldemort also used them elsewhere which knowing him would not be surprising at all!)
During this period in the U.K. please note like in many other parts of the world, social and welfare services have yet to develop or are in the process of developing.
In addition to the homeless problem, and the influx of immigrants, there are other important factors such as cocaine (and other drugs), the uprising of hooligans, riots, the ever-increasing unemployment, the IRA will shortly become active, not including famous UK serial killers will also be cropping around during this time period, AIDS, etc.
Overall, the perfect storm, which explains why the first wizarding war would have easily gone unnoticed and the bodies or deaths of individuals would go unquestioned. It was quite common to go missing at this time...
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