Thy Words Are Poisoned

[Dewey]

A/N: Note, all recognizable characters do not belong to me. Nor do the first two paragraphs. I'd love it if anyone could tickle-me-pink and tell me where they come from, though. **puppy dog eyes**

A big thank you to Tootes(Uncle Scrooge) for always being my friend no matter what. And Hewey and Lewey for always taking the initiative to back me up and support me(although, not always my odd hobbies and interests). Love y'all bunches. -Dewey




Thy Words Are Poisoned

By: Strawberry Blonde Chick (SBC)



In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

"Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had."

‘Oh, yes, father,’ I thought to myself. ‘This is definitely an advantage!’ I looked down at the veela hair ropes that kept me immobile asking myself how I ended up in this mess. ‘Yes, I, Minerva McGonagall can think of no suitable word, in all my vast knowledge, to cover all the horridness of this event.’

"You better hope he comes!" exclaimed an extremely angry Leyden Grindelwald.

‘Oh, God, please help me,’ I thought desperately. ‘Please don’t let him come.’ I struggled with the ropes surrounding me once more. It became apparent to me after several minutes that Leyden Grindelwald didn’t do things half-way; the ropes were unbinding, a very spectacular feat for a former Auror, I might add.

"Time’s ticking," he said, clicking his tongue impatiently. "If you don’t show up, she’s dead! Come now, Albus, you wouldn’t want me to kill your little whore, now, would you?"

Those words sickened me. His ‘little whore’? Who did he think he was?

I slowly turned to see if my captor was still keeping guard behind. Indeed. He, Tom Marvolo Riddle, dared to stand mere centimeters away from me! I was enraged, to say the least. The scum actually kept his word to Grindelwald, which surprised me a lot. Tom Riddle was not one to stick to his word. . . with anybody, not even Headmaster Armando Dippet.

It was said to be a lost cause to take Riddle’s word. His word is said to be poisoned, and I believe that rumor with every fiber of my soul, for I have witnessed it. That’s how I came to be in this predicament. Let me take you back two months to this exact date. . .

I had been walking back to my dormitory from Albus’s chambers after a rather wonderful evening when I ran into Tom in the corridor in front of Albus’s rooms. I was rather surprised to see him; in that particular corridor, for one; and also at that time of night- morning -I corrected myself.

"Well, well, well, Minerva," he said sarcastically. "Out of bed at this hour. . . . or never made it there in the first place?"

"For your information, Riddle-" I interrupted.

"And someone else’s bed doesn’t count. . ."

"Tom, please don’t tell anyone," I pleaded.

"Don’t worry," he told me. "I’m eternally scarred as of now. It hurts too much to repeat."

"Good night, Tom," I said with slight suspicion.

And now- now I find myself tied up without the ability to scream. ‘At least the idiots didn’t take my wand,’ I thought to myself. MY WAND! Of course, why didn’t I think of it before? If only I could get my hand inside my robes without them noticing.

Grindelwald’s too busy basking in his plans. . . but Tom’s watching me like a hawk. An idea hit me so suddenly I was sure that Xiomara Hooch had sent it to me by telepathy.

"Tom?" I asked sweetly.

"Yes, Minerva?" he said without withholding any malice.

‘Might as well do it right,’ I told myself. "I want you, and only you," Ew, what am I thinking- he’s the living scum of the earth.

"I’ve had it with your jokes, Minerva. You know how much I wish you were telling the truth-"

"Tom, it’s the truth," I said firmly. ‘Please forgive me, Albus, for what I’m about to say and do.’ "Dumbledore’s a meddlesome fool, and I’ve played him like a game. He’s believed everything I’ve said, the idiot. Alas, it was all my game, and now that he’s out of the way, I’m free to live my life, in power, with you."

He was now so close that I could hear his heartbeat. A rhythmic heartbeat. Fast and hard, just the way I planned to kiss him.

It was over as soon as it began. Tom knew what I was trying to do and immediately pushed me onto my back.

"I’m not that easy to manipulate, Minnie. You should know that by now-"

"Damnit, Riddle. He’s never going to come. I’ve waited too long, for this to go wrong-"

"He’s not going to come," I stated. "He’s not that stupid!"

"Oh?" inquired Grindelwald. "Then what would make him come?"

This question was obviously in Tom’s area of expertise because he had an immediate answer, "His own flesh and blood."

"And how are we to get that?" asked Grindelwald calmly- too calmly.

"It’s already here," he answered.

I twinged; Where? Who? HOW?

"And where exactly do we find this person?" Grindelwald asked, already thinking of his own answer.

"Right in front of us-"

This apparently was not what Grindelwald was thinking of, and exclaimed angrily, "That’s just McGonagall!"

Tom didn’t even flinch at his master’s outburst. "Milord, it’s not only McGonagall in front of us, there is another."

He apparently caught on. "Does anyone know?"

"No, Milord. Not even she."

"This could be to our advantage, Riddle. You are and have always been my most valuable servant. Legilmens is to your better- this time, Tom. Shall we call upon him?"

Tom nodded, and Grindelwald conjured parchment, quill, and ink to begin constructing a letter.

For five minutes, all I could hear was the scratching of quill on parchment and a few stifled cackles. Finally, the scratching ceased and Grindelwald read his letter through before rolling it up tightly, magically sealing it, and sending it with his eagle owl.

"He should come soon," stated Grindelwald "Dimens should be back shortly after delivering our morning post."

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None of the italics or bolds showed up, so please bare with me. **shy smile** I'm not exactly a geeky-dork from the little televised spelling bee, either. (I'm a geek in many different ways, though.)

[TabbyForever]

Eeeeek Noooooooo
Poor Min...poor albus...the gits!!!!
Great first chapter...i can see this is going to be an edge of the seat story!!!!!
Can't wait for the next chapter!!!
Tabs

[TheEmeraldRose]

This is really good so far! I can't wait to see where it goes! Although, I do hope things look up for Minerva and Albus.

-<3-Lauren

[Jestana]

Uh-oh! Not good! Not good! *growls* I hope it all works out.

[Dewey]

In which things begin to heat up. . . bad girl!




Albus Dumbledore was anything but normal; by some he was known as the most powerful wizard of his time, to others, the Deputy Headmaster and Transfigurations teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

This Albus Dumbledore just so happened to be walking toward the Great Hall of Hogwarts this beautiful Saturday, for a spot of breakfast.

He took his usual spot next to Armando Dippet as usual on a warm mid-June day. As he piled scrumptious bacon on to his plate, he noticed the absence of his favorite pupil, (though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone but she), Minerva McGonagall.

‘She’s usually here early,’ he thought to himself. ‘She probably just slept late. She has been looking dreadfully tired and disoriented lately. . . Though she’d never admit to it-’

His thoughts were interrupted as an unfamiliar eagle owl dropped a scroll of parchment on to his plate of uneaten bacon and eggs.

Albus tapped the scroll with his wand and began to read the all-too familiar handwriting.

‘Dear Albus,

I have something I think you might want back. . . I won’t kill her yet- There is a rational reasoning behind that, and it is that she is unknowingly carrying your child. I thought that would arouse you. If you don’t come to your beautiful little wench’s aid, their lives will be forfeit. I’ll tell Miss McGonagall and her unborn child you said good-bye.

Good day,
Leyden M. Grindelwald’

Albus was in shock; it was no doubt Leyden’s writing. He, without thinking, immediately ran off from the staff table, leaving his letter to glide onto the table.

Armando Dippet noticed his friend and fellow colleague's quick departure and decided to see what the letter was all about.

Dippet, too, knew who the handwriting belonged to, and when finishing the letter, clenched it into a ball in his fist and ran out of the Great Hall, leaving many a flustered students and professors.

Dippet immediately ran to his office and flooed to the Ministry of Magic by way of his fireplace.

"Millicent!" exclaimed Dippet, walking into the Minister of Magic’s office without knocking.

"Armando! I am in the middle of negotiations with the ministers from France, Germany, and Sweden, right now!" exclaimed Millicent Bagnold, Minister of Magic of the U.K.

"This is an emergency! Dumbledore’s went after Grindelwald!"

"What!?" shouted all of the ministers in unison.

"Do you know where he is?" asked Bagnold skeptically.

"I’m afraid not," answered Dippet quietly.

"Damnit," swore Bagnold. "Do you know how he left?"

"He left the Hogwarts grounds and apparated, I’m sure of it."

Bagnold took a few steadying breaths. "Why all of a sudden?"

"They’ve taken a student," stated Dippet.

"Who?" asked Bagnold.

"Minerva McGonagall."

"How do you know they’ve taken her?" asked one of the other ministers, German, he concluded, by the accent.

"Albus received a personal letter this morning from Grindelwald."

"How can you be sure it was from HIM?" asked the Swedish Minister of Magic.

"The handwriting," answered Dippet.

"Did you read the letter, Armando?" asked Millicent.

"Yes."

"Do you still have it?" she asked hopefully.

Dippet glanced down at his clenched fist and hid it behind his back. "No," he lied.

"Very well-"

"He dooes heeve ut!" exclaimed the Sweden. "‘E ‘id eet be’ind eez bahck!"

"Armando?" pleaded Bagnold.

"Like I said before," replied Dippet fiercely. "it’s rather personal."

"You read it!" exclaimed the French woman. "Eet could change de war!"

"Er-"

"Dippet, you’re going to have to give me the letter," pressed Bagnold.

"It holds no information whatsoever about the location of or his whereabouts," defended Dippet. Seeing he couldn’t win, he took out a muggle cigarette lighter and set the parchment ablaze.

"Insubordination!" exclaimed the Swedish man.

"That could ‘ave cost us de war!" said the French woman.

The German man just smiled at Armando’s tactics; a lighter, no one could ever reverse that.

"I TOLD you it was personal," stated Armando.

"Yes, Armando," said Bagnold. "but where do we go from here?"

"Eez your meez McGonagall de o’ny one meezing?" all of a sudden, asked the French woman.

"I don’t know," answered Dippet.

"I think that if the other ministers would like to accompany me to Hogwarts, we’ll be on our way-"

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What's happening? Where's it gonna end up? Ooh, i'm interested! Doi, **smacks self on head** I'm the one writing this.

-Dewey

[ginger newts]

Oh no! Poor Minerva...and Albus. Why do I read these? Please let it end up alright, and hurry and finish!

[Jestana]

Oh, no! Quick thinking on Armando's part to burn the letter. The Ministers would have had a field day with the contents. *shudders at the thought*

[TabbyForever]

Blimy i thought for a second there that they were actually gonna get to see the letter!!!!
Good old Armando!!!!
Wowo i was right...this is really gonna be an edge of the seat story!!!!
*Repets GingerNewts comment...why do i read these stories!!!* ;D
Well done
Tabs

[Dewey]

hmmmmmm. to update or to not? decisions, decisions. this is actually the quickest i've ever updated. on one hand, three responses already. on the other, if i wait. . . . .

mwhahahahahahaha!



-Dewey(who is begging her mom to go play tennis with her)

[Dewey]

A/N: If I post something that says 'bad girl, Dewey' or 'dirrty'. I don't really mean it like that. I'm too young to write things of that excalibar.

This next part's short. But I promise you, it was one of my favorite chapters to write.




Here I am, Minerva McGonagall, age 17, worrying on what pretenses that they think they can lure the greatest wizard of the time into a trap- a duel, an almost certain death.

"What makes you think he’ll come now?" I smirked.

"You’re not the only life at hand now," stated Grindelwald.

"Who else could you possibly have locked away in this hellhole?" I replied.

"I never thought I’d say this to the all-powerful Minerva McGonagall;" said Riddle. "You, at this time, are being very naive-"

"What!?" I shouted. "How-"

"I’m sorry, Miss McGonagall, but I’ll have to agree with Mr. Riddle," stated Grindelwald. "You’re completely oblivious to what’s going on inside your own body- I’d say that’s considered naive-"

"LIAR!" I stated.

"I’m afraid not, Miss McGonagall, you are," said Grindelwald.

I was rendered momentarily speechless. I couldn’t believe what they said. How did they know?- Damn Riddle and being a Legilmens. Damn Grindelwald and picking the sneakiest, conniving servants he could find. Damn the situation I got myself in!
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[Jestana]

Wow. Poor Min for being clueless. *shakes head* Hurry, Albus!

[Lady Lavendar]

This is great! poor Min, Poor Albus! Damn Riddle, Damn Grindelwald! (And When I say damn I mean the beavers damn ) Update soon!

LL

[TabbyForever]

Grrrrrrrr i hate Riddle...and Grindelwald!!!
Oooooh poor min, and lbus..i hope they're all ok!!!!
Great chap...too short though!!!!
Please update again soon!!!
Tabs

[griseldalafey]

Oh... Albus hurry! I do hope this Ministry has more sense then the current one. Wonderful story, and yes, you're updating *really* soon

[Dewey]

:ocould it be!? now, now, kathy. don't go telling them the ending and all. but i will tell you this, minerva aquires what is the like THE coolest power of them all, later on. it was inspired by an episode of Charmed. but for now, i give you, DUN DUN DUN DUN. . . ALBUS TO THE RESCUE!







Tom was apparently ‘promoted’ from his guard duty over me. He now took to pacing and whispering to Grindelwald. The scum of the earth! Who would have ever thought that he could be trusted?

I felt my arms go free from behind me, and the ropes fell silently to the ground. A manly hand covered my mouth to keep me from screaming.

"Are you okay to apparate?" the person whispered into my ear.

I bit my bottom lip and nodded. He led me backward, deeper into the cavernous underground hole.

"Apparate to the outskirts of Hogwarts," it whispered. It- apparently he- relinquished his hold on me and apparated before I could turn around.

‘Focus,’ I told myself. Next thing I know, I felt an odd tingling pleasure, but before I cold make note of it, it was over. I now stood on the outskirts of my school; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; in which I currently attend my seventh and final year as a Gryffindor and Head Girl.

I ran into the arms of the man who rescued me and sobbed onto his shoulder. "They told me-" I said between sobs.

"Shh," he soothed. "I know. It’s okay, Minerva."

"Albus-"

"Shh."

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Minerva and Albus stayed there for nearly half an hour until Minerva finally fell into a somber sleep, leaning against his chest for stability.

Dumbledore picked his student off the ground and carried her up to the castle. When up the steps to the entrance hall, he turned to the staircase that leads up to the Hospital Wing.

Albus turned into the room and came face-to-face with four angry, what he thought were ministry officials, Armando Dippet, and Madam Parish; the school nurse. He laid Minerva on the nearest bed and sat in the plush blue armchair next to it.

"Where the hell were you?" shouted Millicent Bagnold; Minister of Magic.

"I dink we’d all like de know dat," said- ‘Hold up!’ though Albus. He did a double take and saw that the German Minister of Magic had just addressed him, standing along with the French and Swedish Ministers as well.

Armando kept a grave face as he stared at the sleeping McGonagall. "Madam Parish," started Dippet, "Would you make sure Miss McGonagall is alright?"

"Yes, Headmaster," answered Parish as she closed the curtain in around she and Minerva.

"Why didn’t you come tell us you knew where Leyden was?" exclaimed Bagnold. "You should have told us, then we could have went and MAYBE effected the outcome of this war-"

Minutes passed without answer. Robes rustled, mouths swore. A huge, yellow-gray moth flew passed the window in the backmost part of the Hospital Wing, swimming eastward in the vastness of the sea of endless stars.

"Where the hell am I?" shouted a voice loudly.

"You’re in the Hospital Wing, Miss McGonagall," answered Madam Parish.

"How’d I get here?" shouted the same voice. "Professor Dumbledore!?"

"Albus, the girl completely refuses to let me make sure she’s alright," said Madam Parish, walking out from behind the curtain. "She’s so- URGH! A royal pain in the. . ." she mumbled, walking into her office with a slam of her door.

A few moments later, a disheveled Minerva McGonagall walked from behind the curtain. "How could you?" she shouted. "The HOSPITAL WING? Of all places, how cou-" She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the four Ministers of Magic. "Er," she stuttered.

"Miss McGonagall," started Bagnold, "we’ll be needing to know how you-"

"Millicent, I think we’ll need to do something before Leyden realizes that Minerva is missing," stated Dumbledore.

"Yes, Millicent," said Dippet. "I agree with Albus. He’ll have noticed something is different. I believe we should round up some Aurors and leave immediately."

"He’ll just run off it we outnumber him by too many," stated Dumbledore.

"He’z right," stated the German. "And only two people know how de get dere, and dat’s by apparation!"

"Where is he, Albus?" asked Bagnold frantically.

"Germany."

"Damn!" shouted the German. "Right under my nose!"

"Okay," stated Bagnold calmly. "Seeing as how Albus is the only one who knows exactly where-" She broke off at Minerva’s frenzied mumbling. "As I stated before; exactly where Leyden is. I think we should send you as lookout, alright." It wasn’t a question but a statement.

"Okay," agreed Albus firmly.

"But-" started Minerva.

"Not now, Miss McGonagall," said Albus sternly as he turned toward her. She could see in his eyes that he didn’t want to leave her, the usual twinkle was gone from his eyes. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying and nodded gravely.

"Then," started Bagnold. "When he gives us the all clear, we’ll send some of our best Aurors to dwell in the shadows and wait for the opportune moment. Albus, once the Aurors arrive I want you back at the Ministry-"

"And what if that doesn’t work?" interrupted Minerva loudly.

"I see no reason why it shouldn’t," stated Bagnold, giving the younger woman a death glare.

"I’ll haf do agree with Meez McGonagall," said the German man. "What if the whole ding is a set-up."

"It was a set-up in the first place," stated Minerva matter-of-factly. "They’ll easily turn your plan- If they don’t already realize that I’m missing- use me as bait. It’ll work; they’re not expecting it-"

"No," exclaimed Dippet firmly. "I am not going to let one of my students go gallivanting around waiting to be killed."

Albus opted for a grave face and staring down at one of the floor boards during Dippet’s tirade.

"Well, then shall we put our plans into motion: NOW; before Leyden realized that Miss McGonagall is missing?" asked Bagnold.

"Yes," sighed Dumbledore.

"Miss McGonagall," said Madam Parish, coming from her office door abruptly. "I think it best if you get some rest." And with that, she tore the curtain around Minerva’s bed closed.
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Was that too sappy? Most of my writing starts out okay, then ends up extremely sappy.


-Dewey(who isn't going to the first football game of her school's **sobs** )

[griseldalafey]

Phew he found her.... Sorry to hear about the football match though

[Jestana]

Nope, not too sappy. I think you gave it the right feel, especially the fact that Albus and Minerva don't want to be separated, but don't have a choice. Bravo!

[TabbyForever]

Hey...its good...not too sappy!!
If you want sappy...i've nearly finished my first poor attempt at writting...after wich i'm going to go back into the relms of reviwing i think!!!!

It was a fabby chappy
Duh duh duh...Albus to the rescue!!!
She still doesn't know does she!!!!
oooo this is gonna be such a shock!!!to everyone!!!!
Well done...am waiting with baited breath fot the next bit!!!
Tabs

[ginger newts]

Not too sappy at all. I'm glad he found her, damn those meddlesome ministers though. Hurry and update again soon!

[Dewey]

Oh, the song Purple Haze belongs to Jimi Hendrix. **feeble giggle** That song is now officially stuck in my mind. Hehehe. Hope you like!




Chapter- Whatever Chapter It Is:

Purple Haze

Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things just don't seem the same
Actin' funny, but I don't know why
'Scuse me while I kiss the sky
Purple Haze all around
Don't know if I'm comin' up or down
Am I happy or in misery?
What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me
Help me
Help me
Oh, no, no
[faint, spoken lyrics...all questionable]
Hammerin'
Talkin' 'bout heart 'n'...s-soul
I'm talkin' about hard stuff
If everbodys still around, fluff and ease, if
So far out my mind
Somethings happening, somethings happening



Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, ahhh,
Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, ahhh, YEAH!
Purple haze all in my eyes, uhh
Don't know if its day or night
You got me blowin', blowin' my mind
Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?
Ooo
Help me
Ahh, yea-yeah, purple haze, yeah
Oh, no, oh
Oh, help me
Purple haze, Tell me, baby, tell me
I can't go on like this
Purple haze
You're makin' me blow my mind...mama
Purple haze, n-no, nooo
Purple haze, no, its painful, baby





‘Damnit,’ I thought to myself. ‘Your plan isn’t going to work; you’re all going to be killed!’ My decision was final. One way or another I was going with them.

"Armando, it’s the only way it’ll work," I heard Millicent Bagnold press.

"I’m not letting you send my Deputy out into the middle of nowhere with a chance of dying- He has responsibilities to the school. . . To his students!"

"Armando, that’s a bit harsh. We’re not asking him to duel with Grindelwald. Just to be a lookout and give us the all-clear," said Bagnold.

"STILL. . ," stated Dippet.

"‘STILL’ what, Armando?"

"If- and I said ‘if’- your plan backfires, what with Albus?" he whispered so that only Bagnold could hear.

"It won’t backfire," whispered Bagnold. "Albus- I believe we should be getting along. Armando- make sure everyone is accounted for. If all goes well, this should be a night to remember."

I heard footsteps and decided to follow. I changed into my animagus form and brushed passed Dippet unnoticed. Maybe because I’m unregistered- Oh what a riot I’ll cause if anyone finds out that I’ve been using it!- Must. . . not. . . get. . . caught.

Too late!

Millicent Bagnold spotted me and automatically pet me. She picked me up. No one’s ever pet me before. It’s a strange feeling. Her hand gently rubbed behind my ears- No. Let. . . go. . . of me! I struggled to get out of her limp, womanly arms to no avail.

"We better see where you belong to," she cooed. "Let’s ask Albus if you belong to any of his Gryffindors."

No. Desperate; so desperate I was. Anyone but Albus. I tried to scream, but all that came out was a low hiss.

Bagnold looked taken aback but continued to rub between my ears. "Albus," called Bagnold. "Albus?"

"Yes, Millicent?" he replied, turning to face her.

I tried to hide in Bagnold’s robes, but she pulled me out and showed me to Albus.

"Min?" he asked calmly.

Do you know this cat? Er- yes. Yes, this is my cat. I didn’t know you had a cat. . . Er- I- I just got her a few months ago. She’s a lovely cat. Looks as if she’s pregnant. Er- yes. Yes, I believe she is. Thank you, Millicent. I think I’ll take her back to the Hos- my office.

Nervous, how terribly nervous he had became. BUSTED! I’m done for. Back to the Hospital Wing I go. He’ll definitely hate me now. Does he know? How does he know? Cry, cry me a river, Minerva. Oh, shut up!

I was passed from Minister to Deputy Head. Albus quickly rounded a corner. "What the hell are you doing here, Minerva?" he said, his voice slightly raised.

I turned back into my human form and looked anywhere but him. "Minerva?!"

"Erm-" The rest of my words were lost in a wave of tears that freely fell the length of my cheeks.

I wasn’t aware of being against a wall until I sunk to the ground with my knees drawn up to my forehead. "It’s not going to work," I said solemnly. "They’re going to get themselves killed. It’s not the Ministry he’s after- He wants you. I don’t want to give you up. . . especially not now."

"Minerva, I won’t leave you," he whispered, crouching down beside me. "What do you suppose me to do?"

"I’m coming with you-"

"You most certainly are not-"

"YES, I am."

"And what good will it do? What will you accomplish other than getting yourself killed?"

"If I have to go back, it’ll be on my terms, not theirs."

"Your stubbornness will be the end of you one day, Min," he said, wiping the last of my tears away from my face with his thumb.

I embraced him closely. "I love you, you know?" I whispered into his ear.

"I know," he breathed in my ear. "As I will always, you. Best be off before we get caught."

"But-"

"Please, Minerva. I don’t want you to come. . . and that’s final. I don’t want anything to happen to you- either of you," he stated with finality in his voice. "Promise me?"

I bit my lower lip, told myself that I wouldn’t give up that easily, and silently nodded. He leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, but instead, I turned my head at the right moment, and he captured my lips in a sweet, yet subtle kiss.

After parting from one another, he tucked a loose sprig of hair back behind my ear.

He turned to go back to the group of ministers, leaving my mind in a gray, foggy haze.

"How," I repeated again and again, shattering the glass of silence surrounding me.

"No need to fret," declared a voice from behind me.

[TabbyForever]

Oooo....are you tring to see how many songs you can get in one chapter??!!!hehehehe
I love it!!!
And your updating well quick!!!
Thanks...
Tabs

[ginger newts]

Oh, Albus, be careful! Stupid short-sighted ministers!!! Whose voice was it? Please update again soon, you're doing a wonderful job with the suspense...

[Jestana]

Oh, good chappie! Poor Min! Who was it that spoke? *growls*

[Inappropriate Goat]

This is a great story. I can't wait for another update. I love it. Keep up the good work!

MM

[Dewey]

I would've posted this sooner, but I went camping. . . 200 miles away from my beloved computer! (i'm such a geek)

And so I left you:

He turned to go back to the group of ministers, leaving my mind in a gray, foggy haze.

"How," I repeated again and again, shattering the glass of silence surrounding me.

"No need to fret," declared a voice from behind me.

And now, what is probably the shortest chapter of this story: How To Screw Over The Government In Two Easy Steps




"Screw you," I replied disdainfully.

"I wish you could-"

"Go to hell."

"In your dreams. I’m sorry to end our conversation so abruptly, hunny, but we’ve got to go. . . NOW." He flicked his wand. Invisible ropes ejected out of the end of it and entangled me.

"What do you want with me?"

"You know where our layer is, therefore we need you dead. Oh, and Minnie, we don’t have your precious Dumbledore quite where we want him, yet. You’re still needed."

"Albus! Hel-" The last of my scream was ended as Tom put a silencing charm on me.
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What'd y'all think? I know, I know. The title of this chapter makes no sense, but I thought it was funny! hehehe

-Kathy

(P.S.- Congrats April!~. . . Did you know that we're the only damn country in the world that still uses the English system of measurement?)

[TabbyForever]

Awwww man...your killing me!!!!
Great as it was....your still killing me!!!
hehehe
and the award for the shortest updated chapter possible goes to...
hehehe
love the story!!!!
Tabs

[ginger newts]

I agree too short! Haha, greedy little readers aren't we... Please tell us soon what's going to happen.

[TheEmeraldRose]

Woooo! I really like this story, keep up the good work!

-<3-Lauren

[Dewey]

An update! Yay! (Well, **cough**, it's a good thing Lies gave me that infamous McGonagall-glare, or I probably wouldn't have updated yet!) Cheers!

Chapter Whatever I'm On Now
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As Albus walked down the corridor and around the corner, he found the four ministers in the same position they had been only a few minutes before, conversing with Armando Dippet.

“What’s wrong?” asked Albus, stopping beside Dippet.

“Two students are missing: Miss McGonagall seems to have fled the Hospital Wing, how, I have no idea seeing as how I was in the Hospital Wing until I noticed her absence; Tom Riddle is also missing, he’s nowhere to be found, and his fellow classmates haven’t seen him since late last night-. . . Did you hear that?”

“Eet sounded like a student,” stated the French woman.

Dippet led the way to the source of the sound. He got to the Entrance Hall when he noticed that the doors were slightly ajar. He pushed the double oak doors open and spotted a student by the gates.

“Isn’t that Riddle?” asked Bagnold.

“Yes. . . and he’s got another student with him! RIDDLE! Get back here this instant!” shouted Dippet. He and the rest of the group quickly made their way toward Tom and his captive. Right before their eyes, Tom left the grounds of Hogwarts and apparated, dragging his captive with him.

Their attention was bent from the chaotic scene to Armando, who was muttering gibberish that sounded to Albus a lot like “They both- they both. . .”

“Both students are gone,” said Bagnold with forced calm.

“We need de get de plan een motion,” stated the French woman. “NOW!”

“Go!” Bagnold told Albus. “We’ll be ready when you give the signal: Go!”
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“Get off- Let. . . me. . . go!” I yelled furiously, the silencing spell wearing off, kicking and punching with all the might of me. “I’m not staying here this time.”

I finally untied the ropes around me and stood face-to-face with Tom, pointing my wand at his heart.

“Oho, you expect to duel me, do you? Crucio!” exclaimed Tom.

A searing pain enveloped my whole, none worse than my torso and abdomen. It felt as if the only thing keeping me together were my ribs.

I screamed as I felt him lift the curse from my body. I can’t breathe, I can’t move- but I have to. “To- Tom! Go- Go- Go- Go to hell!”

“Cru-”

“Expelliarmus!” I shouted breathlessly.

I heard a slow clapping of hands coming from where Tom’s wand flew. “Might want to take better care of this next time, Riddle,” commented Grindelwald, handing Tom back his wand.

“It’s that damn hormonal s l u t, Milord. She refuses to keep still-”

“Silence,” howled Grindelwald. “Shall I take care of her for you?”

“With all due respect, Milord, without her, we don’t have our leverage-”

“Too right you are, Tom. Then, I believe we’ll toy with her until they choose to show up. Crucio,” he stated blandly.

“Bastard!” I hissed as the spell hit me.

“Crucio!” shouted Tom.

I doubled up in pain. ‘This is it,’ I remember thinking, ‘This is the end.’
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“OH MY GOD!” was a woman’s heart wrenching scream.

“AVADA KEDAVRA!” shouted four calm, hooded figures.

Silence. . . “Congratulations, gentlemen, not only is the Minister dead, but it looks as though the Swedish, French, and German ministers are as well. Our work here is done,” the figure disapparated with a POP, along with the rest, back to their meeting point.
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“Damnit, Millicent; where are they?” whispered Dumbledore from a shadowy corner of Grindelwald’s layer. With a quiet POP he apparated to the brightly lit British Ministry of Magic. “Millicent! Milli- ARGH! What. . . the-” he whispered upon landing somewhere near the Atrium. “Bastard! What’ve you done?” With a sickly CRACK he apparated to the front gates of Hogwarts and ran up to the castle. He made his way to Dippet’s office without interference, before finally stopping in front of his employer’s large maple desk.

“Albus? What-”

“No time, Armando. There’s no one at the Ministry, they were all- all killed. E- Even Millicent.”

“What?” asked Dippet, standing from his seat. “Gone?”

“Yes.”

“What- What are we to do? I don’t expect you- I wish you wouldn't, but, it’s not my decision to make.”

“I’m going,” stated Albus. At that moment, a phoenix flew into the room through the still open door and stationed itself above Dumbledore’s right shoulder. It hovered in the air and awaited the time when he would be needed. After an awkward silence, Dumbledore reached up his hand and gently wrapped it around his phoenix’s tail feathers. In a flash of flame, the duo dispersed into the night.

Albus and his phoenix, Fawkes emerged in the same shadowy corner Dumbledore used just a bit earlier. “Ready, Fawkes?” he asked his trusted friend. “Once you find Minerva, take her back to Hogwarts, got it?”

The phoenix trilled a dignant not and quietly soared off to begin his mission. Albus looked after Fawkes until he was out of sight- around a corner. He turned the opposite direction and began walking down the path.

After walking for several unimportant minutes, he stopped, straining his ears to listen to low voices forming from the open hall just ‘round the corner.

“Don’t worry, Riddle. He should make his entrance soon, then you can kill her,” he hear Leyden Grindelwald state.

“My patience is thinning. She’s a nuisance and needs dealt with.”

“Manners, Tom. He’s to WATCH her die, remember? The fair knight always watched the damsel in distress getting murdered-”

“Wrong,” said Dumbledore, stepping from behind the corner. “His trusted stead takes the lovely maiden to safety while the knight deals with the evil fiends.”

“Oh, how I wish that were so,” said Grindelwald, drawing his wand. He pointed it at Albus’s heart and said, “Tom, would you like to do the honors of killing the wench?”

“Gladly,” he answered with a smirk. “AVADA- Ruddy bird! Move! MOVE!”

For a beautiful bird of red and gold plumage had just flown into the open area and was now floating just before Minerva, clouding Tom’s aim.

“Fawkes,” whispered Minerva as she extended a weak are to pet the phoenix. As soon as her hand made contact with the bird, she was instantly transported with it, leaving in a flame.
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I've got very poor grammar, so if someone could/would like to read the chapters before their posted, it'd be very much abliged. . . Tell me if you'd like to, please

[Jestana]

Yay! An update! Very good and bravo for Fawkes! Whee! I'd offer to beta, but I have a lot of school work. Sorry.