𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

fifty || year 7 ✔️

"So you've got no one for me to turn into?" repeated Amelia, shocked.

"Yes," sighed Hermione. "But it'll be all right. You'll turn into Runcorn's wolf that he always carries around."

"But the wolf is brown! My fur colour is black!"

"There's a spell for that you idiot."

"Excuse me—"

"Be quiet you two!" scolded Harry, as he helps carry the woman inside with Ron.

They prop her up between two wizards and a wolf, one tall, one short, and the wolf is unconscious like the two humans. Hermione is pouring ployjuice Potion into three cups.

"Right. So let's do it. Who gets who?" asked Ron.

"Well, unless one of you fancies wearing a skirt..." Hermione leans down, plucks a hair from the witch. Ron frowns as he surveys the two remaining wizards.

"Remember what we said. Keep your eyes down." said Hermione, pursing her lips. "Don't speak to anyone unless absolutely necessary. Act as normal as possible, and Amelia, Just growl at everyone you meet. And you guys Just do what you see everyone else doing. We do that -- and with a bit of luck -- we get ourselves inside. And then..."

"It gets really tricky." sighed Harry.

"Correct." nodded Hermione.

"This is completely mental." commented Amelia, crossing her arms.

"Completely, utterly, without question." grimaced Hermione.

"The world's mental. Come on, drink up. We've got a Horcrux to find." said Ron. They all drink and grimace, Amelia stares at them, grimacing as well in pity.

Then they began to transformed . "Oof. Good luck with you lot."

Amelia turned into her black wolf, and Hermione flicked her wand, changing the colour of her fur.

*

The Quartet in their new identities walk outside, Ron/Cattermole Harry/Runcorn and Hermione/Hopkirk, and Amelia with her new fur colour, which she didn't know the name of the wolf.

They walk to the underground station, to the toilet, Amelia is confused, she looks up between Hermione and Harry, she just followed Harry and Ron down to the mens room. As they trotted, they ignores weird stares from muggles. They enter the Men's Toilet and Amelia grimaces at the smell. She remembers what Hermione said, she growls at the people that's staring at her.

Now it's Harry's turn, Amelia followed him in, Harry lifts a brow at her, which Amelia tilts her head.

They looks to the left, sees a pair of booted feet climb into the next toilet, then looks to his right, sees Ron -- as Reg Cattermole -- peering in.

"We flush ourselves in?" He asks. Harry shrugs. "That's bloody disgusting."
As Reg/Ron's face disappears, Harry steps up onto his toilet, dips his shoe in gingerly, then withdraws it. And it's Completely dry. He holds Amelia and he Stepping in fully, he reaches up, pulls the chain and is instantly sucked down. They come shooting out of a fireplace into the grand atrium of the Ministry of Magic.

They see Hermione's already arrived and standing before a massive statue of Stone depicting a witch and wizard sitting upon hundreds of naked bodies twisted in pain. Harry joins her.

"Are those...?" asked Harry, Amelia growls.

Hermione nods in disgust. "Muggles. In their rightful place."

Harry glances at the base of the statue, where the words magic is might T are engraved. Just then, a balding Wizard bumps into Harry.

"Move it, will you -- oh, Runcorn! Forgive me..." The Balding Wizard hurries away, clearly frightened, as does another wizard, merely at the sight of Harry and the wolf beside him.

"You appear to be quite popular." said Hermione. Ron approaches them.

"I gotta tell you, I'm starting to freak out a bit." stated Ron.

Just then, a gang of young, rough-looking wizards, led by their leader, scabior, enter the Atrium, pushing along a small group of captives.

"The Ministry must be hiring young these days." stated Harry.

"They're not Ministry." corrected Ron. "They're Snatchers. They hunt Muggle-borns and blood-traitors for a price."

"How long did you say this batch of Polyjuice Potion would last, Hermione?" questioned Harry.

"I didn't." replied Hermione, grimacing. Amelia mentally face palmed herself.

*

They all jump. Yaxley strides directly up to Ron.

"It's still raining in my office. Two days now." said Yaxley, stopping the lift from closing. Amelia growls at the Man, making him lift a brow at the wolf.

"Really? Have you tried an umbrella?" questioned Ron.

Yaxley eyes Ron curiously, then leans forward menacingly. "You do realize I'm on my way
downstairs, don't you, Cattermole?"

"Downstairs...?"

"To interrogate your wife!" he hisses. "If my
wife's blood status were in doubt and the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement needed a job doing, I think I'd make it a priority. You've got one hour."

Just then, the lift behind them clangs open. Hermione tugs Ron inside. Yaxley turns and storms off just as the doors close.

"Oh my god. What am I going to do? My wife's all alone downstairs?" asked Ron, panicking.

Amelia lets out a small sound, which Harry frowns at the girl.

"Ron. You don't have a wife." sighed Harry.

"Oh. Right." nodded Ron.

"Look, we'll go with you --"

"No, that's mad. You three find Umbridge. I'll be fine. But how do I stop it raining?" asked Ron.

"Try Finite Incantatem." Hermione advices. "Of course if something's gone wrong with an
Atmospheric Charm --"

"Level Two. Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including Wizengamot Administration Services, Auror Headquarters and Improper Use of Magic Department." said the Lift voice.

"This is you." said Hermione. The lift opens and Ron begins to back out.

"Finite Incantatem, okay. And if
that doesn't work...?" But before she can respond the golden grilles of the lift close and she, Amelia and Harry are swept away.

"I don't like him being on his own
down there." frowned Hermione.

"Ron's been coming here since he was two years old. It's us you should be worrying about." stated Harry, Amelia rubs against Hermione for comfort.

"You really have horrible teeth, you know that." snorted Hermione.

"Level One. Minister of Magic and Support Staff..."

Harry quickly whispers to Hermione. "I say if we don't locate Umbridge within the hour, we go find Ron and come back another day. Deal?"

The grilles clang open again and Harry and Hermione freeze. Amelia growls in hatred.