Post by Stifmeister is Diego Armando on Sept 7, 2009 15:50:26 GMT -5
John Dawlish and the Path of Destruction: Prologue
(The Harry Potter name and characters are created by and belong to J.K. Rowling, I don't own anything, and I'm making no profit of this, this is purely fan made)
Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, was sitting at his desk, lazily playing with his lime-green bowler hat. It seemed to him that his job only got easier with each passing day. The Wizarding World was at Peace and all he had to do was pretend to be busy.
"Minister!"
Fudge nearly fell out of his chair in surprise, after collecting himself, he looked up to see a very excited Broderick Bode looking back at him.
"Sir, we've just received an owl from Dumbledore. They've found the Sorcerer's Stone and he's holding it for someone from the Ministry to pick it up to be destroyed!" Bode excitedly informed Fudge.
Fudge reluctantly got out of his chair, he was hoping for his long days of rest to continue even longer. He was in no mood for such an important mission, not to mention let the papers know.
"Can't Dumbledore destroy it himself?" Fudge pleaded.
Bode rolled his eyes "Of course not Minister, I figured you would know how powerful magic the Stone is made of. It will need to be destroyed by some extremely powerful force."
"Do we have any idea of what kind of force to use?" Fudge asked very impatiently.
Bode looked down, rather shamefully, "No clue. However, I find it best to just send an Auror to retrieve the stone, and go on to find such a force!"
Fudge smiled, such an idea would let him sit back more, and it seemed like something that could be done discreetly. It seemed to all fit in. He had but one small question.
"Which Auror should we send? I'm sure Kingsley or Alastor would be more than willing. I'm not sure if Nymphadora is quite ready for such a mission."
Bode looked at Fudge "With all due respect, sir, we need to send the best Auror we have. I believe he's at his home for the week, on break. I'm sure he'll consent to us once we tell him of the situation though.
Fudge knew Bode was right, he grudgingly grabbed his Quill and begin to write:
"Dear Dawlish....."
(To be continued in Chapter 1)
