"𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅, 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅"
With an unknown past and a vast amount of power, Artemis is a force to be reckoned with. For as long as she could remember, she has been completely and utterly different with her purple hair and rebel attitud...
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THE PLAN WAS LUDICROUS, ARTEMIS KNEW THAT. The Golden Quartet had finally lost their minds. Artemis was so sure that there was no way they would get away with sneaking into the Ministry.
"You'll need to transform,"Hermione directed her,"You have your cover?"
"I'm going to be a new wolf, registering as a werewolf,"Artemis answered, her features changing as they stared at the unconscious individuals before them.
"This is absolutely crazy,"Artemis whispered,"They say I'm a lunatic, and I think this is insane."
"Right,"Ron said, eyeing the polyjuice potion?"So let's do it. Who gets who?"
"Well, unless one of you fancies wearing a skirt..."Hermione leaned down, plucking a hair from the witch."Remember what we said. Keep your eyes down. Don't speak to anyone unless absolutely necessary. Act as normal as possible. 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,"Harry finished.
"Correct,"Hermione replied.
"I miss the days where the biggest challenge was a really big snake..."Artemis mumbled.
"This is completely mental,"Harry muttered, staring at the stunned trio.
"Completely, utterly, without question,"Hermione added.
" The world's mental,"Ron told them,"Come on, drink up. We've got a Horcrux to find."
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Her friends looked weird in their new faces. Hermione was a woman named Mafalda Hopkirk while Ron was Reg Cattermole and Harry was unknown. They didn't find a ID on him.
Artemis was, of course, a random person. She assumed people would characterize her as one of Greyback's wolves, and that was fine. It was good actually.
As she and Hermione shot out a fireplace into the grand atrium of the Ministry of Magic. They looked around to see Ron and Harry in their new faces arrive, coming to meet them where they stood before a massive statue of black stone depicting a witch and wizard sitting upon hundreds of naked bodies twisted in pain.
"Are those...?"Harry questioned, and Artemis was already nodding.
Hermione nodded with disgust,"Muggles. In their rightful place."
Artemis glanced at the base of the statue, where the words Magic is Might are engraved. Just then, a balding wizard bumped into Harry.
"Move it, will you -- oh, Runcorn! Forgive me..."
The Balding Wizard hurried away, clearly frightened, as did another wizard, merely at the sight of Harry.
"You appear to be quite popular,"Hermione muttered.
