The Werewolf and The Monster

Chapter 28 - Ministry

Pandora waited in her office as usual, waiting on a shelf in the corner within her snow leopard form. Two Dementors lingered by her seat patiently by her order. The door creaked open and three people silently edged in, eyeing the dementors suspiciously.

"Uhh, Grim-Reaper? I was told you were here." A woman spoke cautiously, trying her best to hide the fear in her tone. By now the large big cat in the corner had disappeared from sight and prowled behind them, staying light footed so they won't know.

Within a couple seconds the reaper was behind them in her now normal form. "Yes, I've been waiting for 30 minutes. I'm not a very patient creature so lets make this quick." The three in front of her jumped and turned around to her. Seeing a rather small figure with a thick cloak on, her hair covering her eyes and small fangs poking out her bottom lip. "Sit down then. Ignore the Dementors. Their here for both of our safeties and won't do anything without my command." 

Pandora prowled around to her seat, The dementor to her left with it's bony, grim, rotting hand, slid her chair out and pushed it back in once she sat down. "Let's start with introductions. Names particularly. I'll go first. My name is Pandora Pritchard. But on documents I want to be referred to as The Cat Grim-Reaper." She smiled at them.

"I'm Gethsemane Prickle. Head of The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures." The woman said, looking at her in awe.

"Cornelius Fudge, current Minister of Magic." The man to her left said, keeping a stern eye on the dementors.

"Lucius Malfoy. Under secretary to Cornelius Fudge and School Governor of Hogwarts." The man to her right said, eyeing her with distaste and the rest of her office judgmentally.

"Right. Formalities out of the way. What about the Grim-Reaper community do you want to know?" Pandora leaned back curiously, keeping her hands in her lap.

"Firstly. How much of what the books say are correct?" She asked cautiously, a quill and piece of parchment floating in the air.

"Very little. The books prove the author haven't personally learnt the story or what happened." She shrugged. "The only thing I've read that is true is that we are cold and merciless to people we see as prey." 

"What defines prey to you?" 

"Well a Grim-Reapers term of prey is something in their territory that poses a threat."

"How many have died?" 

"Just one." 

"Just one? How is that possible?! Are you all immortal or something?!" Lucius shrieked in surprise.

"I guess you could call it immortality. We can live forever yes, technically we are already dead, ya know, no heartbeat, cold as ice dead. But we can still die. Technically it's just where we have no more forms to take and we fizzle out to be forgotten to time." She shrugged.

"How did he/she die?" Pandora sat up straight and looked at her dead in the eyes.

"Prehistoric died by my hands because You-know-who fucked him up, corrupted and changed him. He was no longer just a grim-reaper. He became a true monster who stopped at nothing to get what he wanted. When Voldemort died he was lost but still stuck in the ways he had taught him. So I had no choice." Her gaze flickered to Lucius sitting there. Pale as a sheet to hear that she murdered the Grim-Reaper he knew for years. 

Gethsemane was letting the quill right everything down. "So you aren't scared to kill each other." 

"As long as we have a reason to do so then we will. Enough about Prehistoric." She growled lowly, getting frustrated. Her eyes flickered to Cornelius who was slowly drawing his wand out. "Drawing your wand on me won't do anything Fudge. Nor will your Patronus Charm affect my dementors that much."