Unknown POV
A man in a shadowed cloak walked through the Ministry atrium as if he owned the place. He had been ordered not to draw attention to himself, but he knew no other way to walk. There were no people about, since it was the middle of the night. He marched to the sleeping guard, at the visitor's desk, and killed him. No warning, no threat, just fired off an AK and walked by. He went to the elevator and hit the floor for the Department of Mysteries. His Master told him to find the prophecy, or he'd be punished. He knew where to go, he had been there many times. It was just getting the right door that mattered.
He left the lift and stood in the middle of the circle of doors. It would take awhile to find the correct door, but he had all night, so he wasn't concerned.
In his head he heard his master telling him to hurry. They needed to get this done now, so the Dark Lord could rise again. The prophecy would tell them if his master needed to be concerned over the impudent child that had thwarted his last attempt. The still unidentified man wondered how the boy did that, but his master wasn't inclined to share at the moment.
One by one, he opened the doors until he found the correct one. He was so busy that he didn't see the doxy in up in the rafters. Not that he cared about an insignificant bug.
Amelia's POV
Amelia was fast asleep, it had been a long few weeks, and she was closer every day to finding the last few horcruxes. Her team had dug up so much on You-Know-Who that she could write a book and it would be a best seller. And she was seriously contemplating on doing just that. Her family would be set for life. She share the dividends with the rookies, since they did the leg work. Even put their names as cowriters. She'd have to talk to them about that. She only wondered why the department hadn't done this during the first war. The information was there if only one looked hard enough. Lazy bunch of bureaucrats.
Her dreams of being a famous writer were interrupted by a house elf telling her there was someone on the Floo. She hurried to put on a robe, because anyone calling this time of night didn't have good news. Down the stairs she flew to see who needed her now. When she got there, there was a shrouded man's head in her fireplace. She recognized the red uniform of one of the Unspeakables.
"What on earth do you need this time of night, sir," she asked, pulling her robe closed against the chill.
"We caught a visitor, and we need to contact Harry Potter. We know you know how to do that. Come to the Ministry and help us close the case of Voldemort," the man said, bluntly.
"Vo… Voldemort?" she questioned, very concerned that the famed Dark Lord was being held at the Ministry. "You have You-Know-Who at there? How are you even holding him?"
"I will not discuss this over the Floo. Come at once," the man said and disappeared.
"Blasted Unspeakables," she muttered as she went to get dressed. "Worse than Moody, they are."
When she arrived at the Ministry, a doxy beckoned her. She went to the wall where he was and heard what he had to say about a shadowy man lurking in the Halls. How he went to the Hall of Prophecies, and how he got caught by the Unspeakables. How the Unspeakables had questioned him and that they told the Dark Lord that they had one of his soul containers, and they were threatening him with its destruction if he didn't corporate. They were trying to get the man to tell them if there were more, and she wondered how the destruction of one, would do that. Then again, she never delved into the mind of an Unspeakable. Therein lay chaos and headaches. However, they always seemed to get the job done, if they put their minds to it. Which wasn't often.
To say she was pissed that Potter had given one of the horcruxes to them, was putting it mildly. She'd have words with that boy when this was done.
She noted what the doxy said, and said she'd pay him in a fine silk handkerchief later that day. She then hurried to the DoM and got their report, which was vastly different than the doxy's. Oh, how thankful she was for her new spies. These men never once mentioned the horcrux, and they didn't give the identity of the man they caught. Only saying that he was possessed and not in his right mind. Well, she knew different, and if they didn't stop treating her like some rooky, she was going to start showing them why that was a bad idea.
They didn't, and she did, getting whole story in a matter of an hour.
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