章 1: THE DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES
On level 1 of the ministry of magic headquarters, Hermione Weasly sat in a plush executive chair. Her puffy weary eyes and a beat-up countenance were an obvious indication of the recent restless hours she had spent at her job.
Hermione briefly considered whether she had unfairly judged her forerunners as she regarded their framed portrait.
Now she realized that only the person who wore the shoe knows where it hurts the most.
In recent months, a lot had been happening in the wizarding realm. The Statutes of Secrecy Task Force made an immense effort to mitigate the impacts of the muggle awareness of magic, but their efforts had been in vain, and the consequences were already manifesting.
She looked over the massive stack of letters that lay neatly piled on her desk, awaiting her perusal. These were letters from the global wizarding communities. Most of them ranged from warnings and complaints to requests for assistance from the effects of the stray magic
Hermione had sent her head of Aurora and his team to America since, according to the governing body, MACUSA, that country had been the worst affected. She however knew that, despite Harry's efforts, it was only a matter of time until the effects knocked at her door.
Would she be ready?
A sudden movement roused her from her daydream, she glanced at the paper plane floating on her desk stubbornly resisting the sorting spell. She didn't even try to grab the parchment.
Only urgent interdepartmental memos had an anti-sorting charm
Hermione swore tediously.
Soon, a head of some department would come calling or send an even more stubborn memo
They would have to do without her for the moment.
She quickly wrote instructions down on another piece of parchment and dispatched it to her aide in the other room, informing her that she was not to be disturbed.
The only urgent matter she had at the moment was sleep. Any other issue could wait.
The floating parchment was quickly repressed once she strengthened her sorting spell.
Her comfortable chair magically slumped down at a comfortable angle.
Soon, she started to drift off.
Just as she was about to be carried away by the sweet oblivion, the door to her office was abruptly thrust open. Her assistant hurriedly entered followed by a young man in his early twenties.
Hermione made a sombre noise before glaring at the intruders.
"What the hell" she yelled, as her chair resumed an upright position.
" Ms shacklebolt, I thought I told you I was not to be disturbed" Hermione retorted with a flared look. she briefly considered throwing the duo out of her office and resuming her nap.
Her young assistant flinched at her superior's glare.
" I tried to explain that madam, but Christopher would hear none of it," she continued in defence.
Cassey Shacklebolt's face flushed scarlet as she glowered at the young man, whose countenance was a sea of calm.
The usage of the initial name made the minister scowl. This two were certainly not strangers. Hermione had met the young man a few times and knew he was one of the unspeakable.
The department of mysteries was an independent division, and she had only come into contact with it during an incident when its head at the time was involved with an unlawful group.
Hermione knew the current H.O.D Mr Saul Croaker well enough to know that the young unspeakable must have had precise instructions
She softened her face's expression.
"You may leave Ms Shacklebolt."
The young lady gently closed the door to her boss's office, a look of relief crossing her face.
Hermione glanced at the young man whose countenance had remained unreadable and passive during the exchange. She gently rubbed her stinging eye and stifled a yawn
" Mr Crow, What emergency prompted you to cast a potent counterspell on a minister's door?"
The young man shifted for a while, but his intense gaze remained constant.
I suppose one had to be a strangely solid person to be deemed an unspeakable, Hermione thought.
"I'm sorry, ma'am". The youngster said apologetically, "I had level nine clearance from the head of the department".
Hermione slowly stood up but would have fallen if it weren't for the young unspeakable's swift action in grabbing the minister.
She regained her balance and muttered an indistinct thank you before returning to her seat. her overworked mind was struggling to comprehend the information she had just heard.
Level nine clearance was a highly urgent method for contacting the sitting minister, and it rendered all the departments and resources of the ministry available to the department of mysteries to assist in locating the minister wherever he or she might be. Since being created under Cornelius fudge, this approach had never been applied.
There was a problem.
"And what emergency do you have, Mr Crow?" the minister enquired after a brief quiet.
The young man's gaze wavered for the first time.
"I'm afraid I don't know, ma'am."
He peeked at the parchment she had magically repressed and stated, "It's classified top secret. Hermione hurriedly reached for it, and the parchment instantly opened.
She regarded the few words on the sheet of paper with dissatisfaction.
D.O.M to M.O.M
urgently needed. please respond
Hermione folded the parchment before it flew into a trash can and caught fire. She stumbled again when she stood up, but quickly steadied herself on her desk. She would have to take action to combat her exhaustion. She had to behave accordingly.
Christopher felt bad for the minister. He was familiar with how a sleep-deprived body felt because they trans nighted practically constantly at the department of mysteries. Nothing worked as it should.
pulling a tiny vial of clear liquid out of his trench coat's pocket.
He kindly offered the bottle to the exhausted minister.
"sip this ma'am. It will help."
Hermione recognized the transparent liquid as she examined it. When she was a student at Hogwarts and faced with an insurmountable timetable, she had frequently employed it.
She accepted the provided potion while inwardly wondering what her mother would say if she witnessed her taking the short path. Probably something like
"Sleep is the sole treatment for insomnia.".
sorry, mum. sleep is a luxury I can't have at the moment. she mentally said.
With a gulp, she drained the bottle.
"wow!", she exclaimed in relief.
A campfire-like warmth spread through her as a calming sensation radiated from her veins. It rapidly revitalized every organ as it spread gradually throughout her body. She was fully restored in a matter of seconds.
For the young unspeakable, she made a mental note to get a fresh vial. He had been generous in providing his share and Hermione knew how much they needed it at the department.
She gave the young man a sincere thank you before both of them used the level 9 portkey that was set up in her office.
They quickly found themselves in the Department of Mysteries' dark room. The chamber was lit by blue torches that transformed the pitch-black reflective granite floor into a lake of motionless water. Hermione could never get used to this place's appearance. She simply felt on the edge.
the old figure of Saul Croak confronted them as the young guide took her through a series of knobless doors
"Thank you, Mr Crow. I will take the minister from here." the head unspeakable dismissed his junior as if worrying he would reveal too much.
The young man quickly departed almost sighing in relief.
The old man beckoned the minister to follow him as he turned and began to move towards the door on the far end
"I'm sorry to bother you, Mrs Weasley, but the situation could not wait because of its nature."
Hermione, who was beginning to experience an ominous atmosphere, questioned his elderly coworker,
"What is the problem Mr. croak?"
Before responding to his superior's question, the time bent unspeakable continued to trot as though in serious consideration.
"Not a problem, Mrs Weasley," Mr croak mumbled curtly in a way that was only used to address the minister by elderly senior ministry officials.
"Although we haven't found any issues yet, we can't completely rule them out either. Simply said, it's Strange," said the head unspeakable, fearing his presumptions."
"What is strange?", Hermione inquired with heightened curiosity. she was growing impatient.
Mr Croak nodded evasively
"Can't you feel it, Mrs Weasley, even from here, there is a very unsettling feeling about it". As they approached a door, he remarked, "Come on, you will soon see...or rather hear for yourself"
The place they had come to felt strangely familiar.
They had reached a lonely door that stood aloof from the rest. The minister suddenly felt a shiver as old familiar memories flooded her head
In what became known as the battle of the department of mystery, she and several other DA members had engaged the dark lord and his death eaters here years ago. She fixed her gaze on the gloomy black door.
This was the entrance to the Chamber of Death.
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