𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | Harry James Potter x Reader

DH ☆•°~'* 06

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They arrived in the tiny alleyway where the first part of their plan was scheduled to take place. Hermione was triple-checking that she had all four doses of Polyjuice Potion in her beaded bag. Ron was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and tapping his leg, looking nervous.

'Right then,' said Hermione, checking her watch. 'She ought to be here in about five minutes. When I've Stunned her-'

'We'll drag her into the abandoned theatre behind us, you'll steal her hair, put it in the Potion and impersonate her, then do the same for the other three Ministry workers, successfully committing at least half a dozen crimes in doing so,' Y/N recited.

'But aren't we supposed to open the door before she got here?' asked Ron.

Hermione squealed.

'I nearly forgot! Stand back-'

She pointed her wand at the padlocked and heavily graffitied fire door behind them, which burst open with a crash. Hermione pulled the door back towards her, to make it look as though it was still closed. 

The four of them hid under the Cloak, crouching to hide their feet. Little more than a minute later, there was a tiny pop and a Ministry witch with flyaway grey hair Apparated feet from them, blinking a little in the sudden brightness. Hermione's silent Stunning Spell hit her in the chest and she toppled over. 

Ron and Harry carried the little witch into the dark passageway that led backstage. Hermione plucked a few hairs from the witch's head and added them to a flash of muddy Polyjuice Potion she had taken from the beaded bag. 

'That's Mafalda Hopkirk,' said Y/N, recognising the witch from her and Harry's trial two years ago. 

After Hermione turned into the double of Mafalda Hopkirk, Harry, Ron and Y/N stayed back in the shadows under the Cloak while Hermione remained in view, waiting for their next victims.

Fifteen minutes later, Ron had turned into Reg Cattermole, a wizard who worked in the Magical Maintenance department; Harry became the double of a tall, powerfully built and dark-haired man they did not recognise. 

This left Y/N with the curly blonde hair of Madam Thistlewood. She inserted them into the flask of potion, which turned from murky brown into a smooth, violet colour. She downed the Potion in one go, shivering slightly at the sweetly acidic taste of it. 

Once the uncomfortable transformation was complete, Y/N was a little over five feet and six inches tall, with hair that reached her shoulders and high heels that clicked obscenely as she walked.

'She's got to upsize her robes,' she complained, adjusting the sleeves that fit her way too tightly. 'Well, let's get going.'

They stepped out of the alleyway together. Fifty yards along the crowded pavement, there were spiked black railings flanking two flights of steps, one labelled Gentlement, the other, Ladies.

'See you in a bit,' Y/N said, giving Harry a reassuring smile and Ron a nod, before she and Hermione tottered off down the steps to the ladies'.

After flushing themselves down a literal toilet, to Y/N's disgust, she and Hermione emerged into the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. It seemed darker than Y/N remembered it, and there was one major difference in the large hall: the golden statue in the middle had been replaced by a revolting sculpture of a witch and wizard sitting on ornately carved thrones, their weight supported by mounds of carved humans: hundreds of naked bodies, men, women and children, all with twisted faces. 

'Muggles,' whispered Hermione beside her. 'In their rightful place.'

'Filth,' spat Y/N, jaw clenched.