For The Greater Good (A Draco Malfoy Story)

Infiltrating the Ministry

We spent a month planning it all. After Kreacher took Mundungus back where he found him, my friends told me all about Umbridge and the time they spent with her in their fifth year at Hogwarts. Hearing all about her, how she hated "half-breeds" and used torture in detention, just increased the gravity of the situation for me. This wasn't a lady to take for granted.

Hermione had prepared a brew of polyjuice potion for our mission so all we needed was the hair of who we wanted to turn into. We were currently hiding in an alley way close to the entrance of the Ministry of Magic.

A woman in blue robes passed by our little hiding spot, becoming a prime candidate for Hermione. She stunned her and watched as Ron quickly caught the woman and dragged her body into the alley. Plucking a strand of grey hair, Hermione proceeded to drop it into the concoction and drink it. Immediately her skin started to boil and her features morphed into the distasteful ones of the woman. Her brown hair was clipped up professionally and her round eyes sat deep in her skull. She had a rather short nose and a large chin that stared at me every time she turned to face me. When the transformation was done, Hermione nodded at us and stepped out of the alley. Ron had given her some puking pastils and nosebleed nougats to give the next two victims. A burly man with a hard set to his jaw and suspicious eyes suddenly approached us and began a conversation with Hermione.

"Hello, Mafalda," he drawled in his deep voice. Nervous energy gathered around Hermione but props to her, she stuck to her role and squared her shoulders.

"Hello. Lovely day, isn't it?"

"Indeed, I suppose you're helping with the interrogations of the mudbloods today?"

"Oh yes, I am. Hm, oh would you like a sweet? I have so many and I cannot simply have all of them. Here take one," she offered hastily.

"Er, no thank you, Mafalda."

"Oh hush! Take one!"

"Really, I'm fi--"

"Take one!" she blurted. The man raised an eyebrow and took a nosebleed nougat. Blood immediately gushed out of his nose and alarm filled his blue eyes. The man bent over at the waist, allowing Hermione to quickly pluck a hair from his head and even sneak his wallet from his pocket and hide them both behind her back. She took a good look at his clothes too, maybe trying to memorize them.

"Oh dear me! Maybe you should go home and take the day off. All this stress is probably getting to you. Yes, you do look a bit pale too!" Hermione frowned with the perfect amount of false concern.

"No I can't--"

"Nonsense! I'll cover for you, go on!" she interrupted again. Finally, the man nodded and hurriedly made his way across the street to which he apparated away. Hermione came back with relief etched on her face.

"Nice job," I said, patting her shoulder.

"Thanks. Alright, I memorized what he was wearing so I'll just transfigure your clothes since he left, Harry," she said. Harry nodded and put the hair into his flask and immediately transformed into a carbon copy of the man. Hermione quickly transfigured his clothes. "Here," she tossed him the wallet.

"Really, Hermione, you could be a real actress with the rate you're going," I snorted. Hermione smiled sheepishly, her cheeks coloring slightly.

"Too bad the theatre was never my ambition."

"Albert Runcorn," Harry read the ID from inside the wallet.

"Mafalda Hopkirk," Hermione took out her own badge from the woman's pocket.

"Alright, you two. Our turn now," Ron interrupted.