Prologue: Let's start at the very beginning.
It was 1945.
Albus Dumbledore, one of the...
It was 1945.
Albus Dumbledore, one of the...
The Triumphant Reign of Gellert Grindelwald. (Warning for HP and Fantastic Beast spoilers.)
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Prologue: Let's start at the very beginning.
It was 1945.
Albus Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards to ever walk the earth, had decided to embark on a noble crusade of righteousness against one Aurellius Dumbledore, and one Gellert Grindelwald, myself. He was of the opinion that my own plans to interfere in Muggle affairs such as the second Great war, eventually reveal wizardkind to the world, and establish a new order that would put wizards with talent and ingenuity over those who did not, and thousands of Muggle slaves to wait on their master's every need or desire.
I was personally of the opinion that he was standing in the way of progress, and caring for a race of beings that were unable to use magic, had and would likely continue to be hostile to us based on history, and had a very narrow view of things. "Good." That's what he claimed to be crusading for. A concept that got in the way of actions one could use to both gain plenty of power, and advance themselves through life with a much more casual ease than those who adhered to concepts like "Good" and "Evil."
Personally, I couldn't believe Dumbledore actually adhered to such things. At least, I mused with a reluctant sigh about the man I loved's actions, his brother didn't carry the same delusions. Ah yes, Credence. When I had originally met the young man, his identity had been unknown to me. My gift of clairvoyance had shown me that an incredibly powerful Obscurus would be able to kill Albus and despite previous contingencies keeping him from acting against me, one could never be too careful.
I had mistook his younger sister to be the Obscurus due to no recorded ones surviving to be his age, and cast him aside after assuming him to be useless.
His response to my foolishness at the time nearly destroyed New York City, and it had taken me a long amount of time to string him along and regain his trust. But now he was here, at my side. Aurellius Dumbledore, a person of mass destruction and enough power to kill Dumbledore.
It was regrettable that he must die, but his opposition was more than simple annoyance. Unlike several of the others in my way, Dumbledore actually had both the honed strength and knowledge to bring my work to an end.
As Dumbledore and his pawns approached Nuremgard Castle, I sighed and made sure everything was in order. The dis-apparition charms were in place preventing anyone from apparating in for miles, similar to Hogwarts's own security measures. Abernathy had been tasked with erecting as many barricades as possible to slow their advance, Gunnar was marshalling as many of my soldiers as he could to both keep Albus's forces from entering to bother me, and to make the chokepoints Abernathy was setting up into a meat grinder, akin to the slaughterhouses muggles used for cattle. Queenie would halt Newt and Tina and their muggle companion, and Vinda would do her part in making sure that we weren't disturbed.
Dumbledore himself made it through Abernathy's barriers within the first fifteen minutes of the skirmish. Newt and Tina made it through within thirty four. Somewhat impressive on their parts, I noted as the slaughter began to take shape in the courtyard. Even the muggle was doing well, even if following the path his friends blazed before him with little effort on his part besides a few blows and assaults.
"Cave Inimicum." I muttered, as the room I was in began to mold itself in response to the Elder Wand, defenses springing up, traps being set, and nothing that would do anything more than slow his advance. Into the room behind me I went, Aurellius waiting.
Dumbledore arrived as quickly as he could, the sounds of several of my subordinates panicking informing me of his approach.
"Albus." I spoke, as he slowly made his way through the defenses, blocking my first volley of spells with ease. "I'm so glad you've arrived. I'm impressed you managed to gather so many supporters, given your lack of collaboration with the ministry. Tell me, just how many of them are teachers?"
"A few." He responded with a bit of coyness as he made it through the final barricade, nodding to both myself and Aurellius.
"I don't believe you and your brother have formally met each other. Albus, Aurellius. Aurellius, Albus."
"Charmed." Aurellius replied with a stonelike expression, with only the scowl and minimal movements keeping him in contrast with the sculptures adorning the...increasingly damaged castle. After we were done here, I was going to need to renovate Nuremgard.
For a brief moment, all of us remained silent. Albus held his serene expression, and the two of us smiled at each other while Aurellius simply glared at Albus.
It was he who cast the first spell.
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"Immobilus!"
Jacob froze in place as Queenie's spell hit. Unable to move, unable to continue getting in their way, unable to keep reminding her of why she had switched sides, unable t-
"Stupefy!"
Be a distraction. She grimaced as she turned to block Tina's own spell, and then dodged Newt's own by millimeters.
They were a pair, the two of them. Acting in tandem, complimenting each other's skills, and keeping her on the ropes. She was beginning to think that Grindelwald didn't know what he was doing, telling her to keep the three occupied in this specific spot, while he and Aurellius fought Dumbledore. Dumbledore! She was beginning to think less on winning this encounter and more on getting through it.
That was when Vinda dropped the building on them.
Herself included.
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Fire spread from the Elder Wand to be doused by water coming from Albus's own.
Bursts of energy tore through parts of the wall and floor where he was- had been standing as he moved to counter Aurellius's powerful but clumsy attack with his own weaker yet more finessed bolts of lightning.
The fight moved up Nurengard's ornate tower, with each blow being a step and each step becoming a blow. Bits and pieces of stone, wood, and glass tore off from the building and flew at Albus, only to be batted aside or collapse into sand. More bursts of energy from Aurellius, as the tower actually shook from the blows. I gave a brief look to him of disapproval at the large amount of damage he was doing, before a blast of pure light itself nearly tore through my shoulder.
Dumbledore kept pushing. Finally, there were no more stairs to move up, and we were on the top of the tower, where we could see every single bit of the battle. Wizards marched into a increasingly growing meat grinder, trained beasts tore through my soldiers and- Queenie was in position.
"Vinda." I hissed once as I cast a single nonverbal spell. "Do it n-"
A single bolt of light tore through my leg, as I fell and gave a shriek.
For a brief moment, Dumbledore's attention tore itself from Aurellius to me, and then to the scene below as the tower began to shake.
Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein, Queenie Goldstein, and the Muggle vanished under a lot of rubble, as the tower itself began to move, causing me to question if I had miscalculated in a single moment of panic.
Thankfully however, it stopped, and I turned my attention to- A single shadowy tendril poking out of Albus's chest like a large spear of some sort, followed by more as Aurellius tore through him like a beast of prey. A single teardrop appeared in my eye for a moment, only to be concealed by a look of disgust at what little was left of one of the greatest wizards to ever live.
"Episkey." I snarled, as the elder wand did its best to patch up my leg's damage, and I got to my feet with a limp, nodding to Aurellius.
"Bring his body."
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A/N: Hello all. As an avid fan of @YeahOkayCool 's "Memoirs of Darth Plagieus" fan work, and a fan of Harry Potter, I pondered making a fic where Grindelwald defeats Dumbledore and begins working on his own big picture schemes, all the way up to the 90s with Harry Potter and friends in a English Wizarding World ruled by him.
Figure I'll see how far I can take this.
Hope you all enjoy!
It was 1945.
Albus Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards to ever walk the earth, had decided to embark on a noble crusade of righteousness against one Aurellius Dumbledore, and one Gellert Grindelwald, myself. He was of the opinion that my own plans to interfere in Muggle affairs such as the second Great war, eventually reveal wizardkind to the world, and establish a new order that would put wizards with talent and ingenuity over those who did not, and thousands of Muggle slaves to wait on their master's every need or desire.
I was personally of the opinion that he was standing in the way of progress, and caring for a race of beings that were unable to use magic, had and would likely continue to be hostile to us based on history, and had a very narrow view of things. "Good." That's what he claimed to be crusading for. A concept that got in the way of actions one could use to both gain plenty of power, and advance themselves through life with a much more casual ease than those who adhered to concepts like "Good" and "Evil."
Personally, I couldn't believe Dumbledore actually adhered to such things. At least, I mused with a reluctant sigh about the man I loved's actions, his brother didn't carry the same delusions. Ah yes, Credence. When I had originally met the young man, his identity had been unknown to me. My gift of clairvoyance had shown me that an incredibly powerful Obscurus would be able to kill Albus and despite previous contingencies keeping him from acting against me, one could never be too careful.
I had mistook his younger sister to be the Obscurus due to no recorded ones surviving to be his age, and cast him aside after assuming him to be useless.
His response to my foolishness at the time nearly destroyed New York City, and it had taken me a long amount of time to string him along and regain his trust. But now he was here, at my side. Aurellius Dumbledore, a person of mass destruction and enough power to kill Dumbledore.
It was regrettable that he must die, but his opposition was more than simple annoyance. Unlike several of the others in my way, Dumbledore actually had both the honed strength and knowledge to bring my work to an end.
As Dumbledore and his pawns approached Nuremgard Castle, I sighed and made sure everything was in order. The dis-apparition charms were in place preventing anyone from apparating in for miles, similar to Hogwarts's own security measures. Abernathy had been tasked with erecting as many barricades as possible to slow their advance, Gunnar was marshalling as many of my soldiers as he could to both keep Albus's forces from entering to bother me, and to make the chokepoints Abernathy was setting up into a meat grinder, akin to the slaughterhouses muggles used for cattle. Queenie would halt Newt and Tina and their muggle companion, and Vinda would do her part in making sure that we weren't disturbed.
Dumbledore himself made it through Abernathy's barriers within the first fifteen minutes of the skirmish. Newt and Tina made it through within thirty four. Somewhat impressive on their parts, I noted as the slaughter began to take shape in the courtyard. Even the muggle was doing well, even if following the path his friends blazed before him with little effort on his part besides a few blows and assaults.
"Cave Inimicum." I muttered, as the room I was in began to mold itself in response to the Elder Wand, defenses springing up, traps being set, and nothing that would do anything more than slow his advance. Into the room behind me I went, Aurellius waiting.
Dumbledore arrived as quickly as he could, the sounds of several of my subordinates panicking informing me of his approach.
"Albus." I spoke, as he slowly made his way through the defenses, blocking my first volley of spells with ease. "I'm so glad you've arrived. I'm impressed you managed to gather so many supporters, given your lack of collaboration with the ministry. Tell me, just how many of them are teachers?"
"A few." He responded with a bit of coyness as he made it through the final barricade, nodding to both myself and Aurellius.
"I don't believe you and your brother have formally met each other. Albus, Aurellius. Aurellius, Albus."
"Charmed." Aurellius replied with a stonelike expression, with only the scowl and minimal movements keeping him in contrast with the sculptures adorning the...increasingly damaged castle. After we were done here, I was going to need to renovate Nuremgard.
For a brief moment, all of us remained silent. Albus held his serene expression, and the two of us smiled at each other while Aurellius simply glared at Albus.
It was he who cast the first spell.
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"Immobilus!"
Jacob froze in place as Queenie's spell hit. Unable to move, unable to continue getting in their way, unable to keep reminding her of why she had switched sides, unable t-
"Stupefy!"
Be a distraction. She grimaced as she turned to block Tina's own spell, and then dodged Newt's own by millimeters.
They were a pair, the two of them. Acting in tandem, complimenting each other's skills, and keeping her on the ropes. She was beginning to think that Grindelwald didn't know what he was doing, telling her to keep the three occupied in this specific spot, while he and Aurellius fought Dumbledore. Dumbledore! She was beginning to think less on winning this encounter and more on getting through it.
That was when Vinda dropped the building on them.
Herself included.
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Fire spread from the Elder Wand to be doused by water coming from Albus's own.
Bursts of energy tore through parts of the wall and floor where he was- had been standing as he moved to counter Aurellius's powerful but clumsy attack with his own weaker yet more finessed bolts of lightning.
The fight moved up Nurengard's ornate tower, with each blow being a step and each step becoming a blow. Bits and pieces of stone, wood, and glass tore off from the building and flew at Albus, only to be batted aside or collapse into sand. More bursts of energy from Aurellius, as the tower actually shook from the blows. I gave a brief look to him of disapproval at the large amount of damage he was doing, before a blast of pure light itself nearly tore through my shoulder.
Dumbledore kept pushing. Finally, there were no more stairs to move up, and we were on the top of the tower, where we could see every single bit of the battle. Wizards marched into a increasingly growing meat grinder, trained beasts tore through my soldiers and- Queenie was in position.
"Vinda." I hissed once as I cast a single nonverbal spell. "Do it n-"
A single bolt of light tore through my leg, as I fell and gave a shriek.
For a brief moment, Dumbledore's attention tore itself from Aurellius to me, and then to the scene below as the tower began to shake.
Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein, Queenie Goldstein, and the Muggle vanished under a lot of rubble, as the tower itself began to move, causing me to question if I had miscalculated in a single moment of panic.
Thankfully however, it stopped, and I turned my attention to- A single shadowy tendril poking out of Albus's chest like a large spear of some sort, followed by more as Aurellius tore through him like a beast of prey. A single teardrop appeared in my eye for a moment, only to be concealed by a look of disgust at what little was left of one of the greatest wizards to ever live.
"Episkey." I snarled, as the elder wand did its best to patch up my leg's damage, and I got to my feet with a limp, nodding to Aurellius.
"Bring his body."
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A/N: Hello all. As an avid fan of @YeahOkayCool 's "Memoirs of Darth Plagieus" fan work, and a fan of Harry Potter, I pondered making a fic where Grindelwald defeats Dumbledore and begins working on his own big picture schemes, all the way up to the 90s with Harry Potter and friends in a English Wizarding World ruled by him.
Figure I'll see how far I can take this.
Hope you all enjoy!
RandomWriter
I exist!
- Location
- Rent Free In My Own Headspace
CHAPTER ONE: The Immediate Aftermath.
"To establish an order of "dark" wizards is simple. The weak gravitate towards the strong, the ambitious seek shared glories, and the thuggish bend to one who might show them more refined manners of using their strength, and refining their cruelty. However, to maintain an order of "dark" wizards is significantly harder. As new subordinates enter the ranks, they jostle for position with the old. The stronger ones move to surpass their weaker superiors, the ambitious look upward, and the thuggish tend to keep their positions secure through any means they can find."
"This often ends with the autocratic leader dying to a far too powerful subordinate, or his order weakening once he dies."
"Remember this, and do not fall into either of those two categories."
-A historical excerpt from the desk of Raczidian, one of the first recorded dark wizards. He fell into the second category.
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Once Gellert had defeated Albus Dumbledore and slaughtered the majority of his supporters at Nuremgard, he and Albus's younger brother Aurellius Dumbledore quickly managed to convince the British Ministry of Magic to do but a few minor things.
1: Allow several of his supporters into high positions of power and welcome his faction into the government. Abernathy, a man with a forked tongue and only a first name, was placed in charge of the Department of Mysteries, while Vinda Rosier managed to worm her way into an "advisory position" at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
2: Welcome Gellert Grindelwald into a largely advisory position on the Minister of Magic's cabinet. When asked by his own supporters why he didn't just seize power on his own, he noted that if the people wanted him, they could nominate him. He then proceeded to turn down a popular nomination on "personal grounds."
3: Investigate the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy and consider "minor reforms." This request was backpedaled on after the detonation of two atomic bombs in the ongoing Second Great Muggle War, somewhat.
4: Minister of Magic Leonard Spencer-Moon, a friend of both Albus Dumbledore and Winston Churchill, was to resign from office. He lived out the remainder of his days as a fierce critic of Grindelwald's expanding control and clear ambitions, and (more fatally) a critic of one Tom Marvolo Riddle.
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Britain's Ministry of Magic was divided into ten levels, each of which were designed to be utterly engrossing wastes of material in lavish and monumental vanity projects that enamored the younger brood of wizards, while aiding to the grandiose dreams of the old guard. For instance, the Atrium, the eighth level and entrance to the Ministry itself was a large grand hall with fire places running along both sides of the wall. Gilded ones, with the left side of the atrium being for arriving wizards, and the right side being for those leaving. A blue ceiling enchanted to be a moving painting, with golden symbols moving along a peacock blue sky.
And then there was that fountain. The "Fountain of Magical Brethren", with its golden statues of a wizard, witch, house elf, centaur, and goblin spitting water into the fountain. Brethren. The House Elves were slaves, and we all knew it. It was odd how only my followers and I openly addressed them as servants, instead of this fountain's blatant hypocrisy. The goblins were intelligent and capable, and even the more isolationist centaurs made excellent discussion partners and test subjects for the occasional alchemic experiment. But a wizard or witch classifying a house elf as an equal was both moronic folly and blatant hypocrisy. At least I was open about my own intent for the future domination of muggles.
Past the fountain I walked, my presence still being new to the crowd of wizards and witches entering and exiting through the atrium. Groups of my followers cheered with a never ending rancor, while those who did not did their best to keep to their business or even converse with me. Weaker, lesser politicians and low ranking workers of all departments told me of their own ideas, or gravitated to my presence. All I had to do was take notes, occasionally put in a good word, and they bent to me like trees in a windstorm. Some even had good ideas, though their superiors had frowned on them.
"Gellert Grindelwald." I stated once to the portly watchwizard guarding the entry gate, as he finally looked up from his paperwork and his bored expression changed to one of urgency as he did his best to hurry me through the security checks. Somewhat foolishly, I might add. Any moron with Polyjuice potion could pretend to be me and pass through. Nevertheless, I moved into the lift and it moved upwards.
Level One was covered in marble and obsidian. White and Black checkered floors, pillars jutting to the ceiling, and statues of the old ministers adorning the place, from Ulic Gamp to Leonard-Spencer Moon. For a brief moment, my expression shifted to disgust as I walked to his former office.
Interim Minister and Senior Undersecretary to the Minister Wilhelmina Tuft waited, and she was as enthused as I expected to see me.
"I expect you are glad to hear that the war has ended. Six years and a day too soon, I might add." I stated, as she gave little but a slow nod.
"And I am no doubt sure that you'll be winning the next election as well. You're much more of a peace time candidate than Leonard. Much less for you to do. Rest assured, I will be both aiding and complying with your office to help make things more efficient. If you have nothing to say, perhaps we should-"
"Where's Aurellius?" She cut in, her voice almost a snarl at the man's name. Ah yes, Albus's murderer. Ever since he had torn through his older brother's corpse and presented it to his supporters, Aurellius had been seen much less in the public eye.
I smiled with as much of a serene expression as I could pantomime.
"Minister, despite Aurellius heroically springing to my defense when Albus and several of his employees attacked me in my own home, several see fit to dispute his claim of self defense, and seek to do my dear friend harm. Rest assured, you will eventually get to meet him. For now however, he is busy. Now." I clapped my hands.
"What's on the agenda?"
Wilhelmina remained silent for a moment, before one of her quiet weak willed secretaries piped up, smartly bending to my will.
"A few diplomats from the Magical Congress of the United States of America are coming to visit and communicate their own concerns and wishes....Department of Magical Games and Sports has a few ideas on the table for making Quidditch more exciting, Abernathy's been making a few requests for the Department of Mysteries, and you have an appointment. Tom Marvolo Riddle applied to be one of your personal aides." They chimed, as I nodded and brushed them aside.
Tom Riddle. I had heard that name before. One of Hogwarts's prized students, seemed to constantly be turning down job offers from the ministry, and someone Albus himself kept a close eye on. Interesting.
"A delegation from the MCUSA? I'd love to sit in." I spoke, with a bit of politeness. Not like the Minister could do much anyway. While an advisor had limits, intentionally stonewalling them would both be a stain on their career, and agitate the advisor's supporters.
She thankfully didn't argue against it, and we got to work.
"To establish an order of "dark" wizards is simple. The weak gravitate towards the strong, the ambitious seek shared glories, and the thuggish bend to one who might show them more refined manners of using their strength, and refining their cruelty. However, to maintain an order of "dark" wizards is significantly harder. As new subordinates enter the ranks, they jostle for position with the old. The stronger ones move to surpass their weaker superiors, the ambitious look upward, and the thuggish tend to keep their positions secure through any means they can find."
"This often ends with the autocratic leader dying to a far too powerful subordinate, or his order weakening once he dies."
"Remember this, and do not fall into either of those two categories."
-A historical excerpt from the desk of Raczidian, one of the first recorded dark wizards. He fell into the second category.
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Once Gellert had defeated Albus Dumbledore and slaughtered the majority of his supporters at Nuremgard, he and Albus's younger brother Aurellius Dumbledore quickly managed to convince the British Ministry of Magic to do but a few minor things.
1: Allow several of his supporters into high positions of power and welcome his faction into the government. Abernathy, a man with a forked tongue and only a first name, was placed in charge of the Department of Mysteries, while Vinda Rosier managed to worm her way into an "advisory position" at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
2: Welcome Gellert Grindelwald into a largely advisory position on the Minister of Magic's cabinet. When asked by his own supporters why he didn't just seize power on his own, he noted that if the people wanted him, they could nominate him. He then proceeded to turn down a popular nomination on "personal grounds."
3: Investigate the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy and consider "minor reforms." This request was backpedaled on after the detonation of two atomic bombs in the ongoing Second Great Muggle War, somewhat.
4: Minister of Magic Leonard Spencer-Moon, a friend of both Albus Dumbledore and Winston Churchill, was to resign from office. He lived out the remainder of his days as a fierce critic of Grindelwald's expanding control and clear ambitions, and (more fatally) a critic of one Tom Marvolo Riddle.
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Britain's Ministry of Magic was divided into ten levels, each of which were designed to be utterly engrossing wastes of material in lavish and monumental vanity projects that enamored the younger brood of wizards, while aiding to the grandiose dreams of the old guard. For instance, the Atrium, the eighth level and entrance to the Ministry itself was a large grand hall with fire places running along both sides of the wall. Gilded ones, with the left side of the atrium being for arriving wizards, and the right side being for those leaving. A blue ceiling enchanted to be a moving painting, with golden symbols moving along a peacock blue sky.
And then there was that fountain. The "Fountain of Magical Brethren", with its golden statues of a wizard, witch, house elf, centaur, and goblin spitting water into the fountain. Brethren. The House Elves were slaves, and we all knew it. It was odd how only my followers and I openly addressed them as servants, instead of this fountain's blatant hypocrisy. The goblins were intelligent and capable, and even the more isolationist centaurs made excellent discussion partners and test subjects for the occasional alchemic experiment. But a wizard or witch classifying a house elf as an equal was both moronic folly and blatant hypocrisy. At least I was open about my own intent for the future domination of muggles.
Past the fountain I walked, my presence still being new to the crowd of wizards and witches entering and exiting through the atrium. Groups of my followers cheered with a never ending rancor, while those who did not did their best to keep to their business or even converse with me. Weaker, lesser politicians and low ranking workers of all departments told me of their own ideas, or gravitated to my presence. All I had to do was take notes, occasionally put in a good word, and they bent to me like trees in a windstorm. Some even had good ideas, though their superiors had frowned on them.
"Gellert Grindelwald." I stated once to the portly watchwizard guarding the entry gate, as he finally looked up from his paperwork and his bored expression changed to one of urgency as he did his best to hurry me through the security checks. Somewhat foolishly, I might add. Any moron with Polyjuice potion could pretend to be me and pass through. Nevertheless, I moved into the lift and it moved upwards.
Level One was covered in marble and obsidian. White and Black checkered floors, pillars jutting to the ceiling, and statues of the old ministers adorning the place, from Ulic Gamp to Leonard-Spencer Moon. For a brief moment, my expression shifted to disgust as I walked to his former office.
Interim Minister and Senior Undersecretary to the Minister Wilhelmina Tuft waited, and she was as enthused as I expected to see me.
"I expect you are glad to hear that the war has ended. Six years and a day too soon, I might add." I stated, as she gave little but a slow nod.
"And I am no doubt sure that you'll be winning the next election as well. You're much more of a peace time candidate than Leonard. Much less for you to do. Rest assured, I will be both aiding and complying with your office to help make things more efficient. If you have nothing to say, perhaps we should-"
"Where's Aurellius?" She cut in, her voice almost a snarl at the man's name. Ah yes, Albus's murderer. Ever since he had torn through his older brother's corpse and presented it to his supporters, Aurellius had been seen much less in the public eye.
I smiled with as much of a serene expression as I could pantomime.
"Minister, despite Aurellius heroically springing to my defense when Albus and several of his employees attacked me in my own home, several see fit to dispute his claim of self defense, and seek to do my dear friend harm. Rest assured, you will eventually get to meet him. For now however, he is busy. Now." I clapped my hands.
"What's on the agenda?"
Wilhelmina remained silent for a moment, before one of her quiet weak willed secretaries piped up, smartly bending to my will.
"A few diplomats from the Magical Congress of the United States of America are coming to visit and communicate their own concerns and wishes....Department of Magical Games and Sports has a few ideas on the table for making Quidditch more exciting, Abernathy's been making a few requests for the Department of Mysteries, and you have an appointment. Tom Marvolo Riddle applied to be one of your personal aides." They chimed, as I nodded and brushed them aside.
Tom Riddle. I had heard that name before. One of Hogwarts's prized students, seemed to constantly be turning down job offers from the ministry, and someone Albus himself kept a close eye on. Interesting.
"A delegation from the MCUSA? I'd love to sit in." I spoke, with a bit of politeness. Not like the Minister could do much anyway. While an advisor had limits, intentionally stonewalling them would both be a stain on their career, and agitate the advisor's supporters.
She thankfully didn't argue against it, and we got to work.