Based on a true story as recounted by Zoë @SnitchesWitch
Justice for Melinda. Part Ten.
Big brothers aren’t always right
We walked out of Gringotts in silence. I was trying to wrap my head around all this new information. Weasley’s mouth was filled with food.
If the sand was still at the Ministry, that might buy us some time. The attackers had waited until their targets were on their own both times. They were unlikely to go into the Ministry. Not just four of them. But Bill Weasley was right. Those Death Eaters were turning into something else, and we needed to understand that. Most importantly we needed to find a way to stop them. For good.
“You need to talk to your wife,” I finally said. “Soon.”
“Not yet. I think I know another way to get to Scamander. I’ll meet you in your office in a few hours, yeah?” he said. And just like that, he Apparated away.
Back to work
“Boss,” said Nicholas, as I walked into the Task Force Headquarters.The whole team was there.
“What’s going on?”
“We’ve been running down leads, but nothing seems to pan out. We thought we’d go over the memories of the incident, try to find some new clues.” He stepped back and on his desk was a Pensieve. Next to it stood three bottled memories. It was clear none of them wanted to watch them. But they cared enough about Melinda and wanted to find out who had killed her that they were willing to.
“Why don’t we leave that for now? I think I might have a lead.”
They all seemed so relieved as they stepped away from the Pensieve and closer to me.
A little team-work
“Michelle, you have a contact in the Department of Mysteries. I need you to find out what happened there the night of the Ministry Incident. When the Calamity first struck. Use any means necessary. Whatever happens I’ve got you covered.”
“Nicholas and Susan, you used to work with dangerous creatures in the Magical Creatures Department. I need you to find out everything you know about Dementors. However insignificant the information, I need to know. Same goes for you, Matt. Head back to the Auror department and the archives. Any encounter in the last decade, I want to know about it.”
They nodded, waiting for me to finish.
“The rest of you need to run interference. Everywhere. If my name pops up, you create a distraction. Any internal memo related to this department can’t reach its destination. We are the best trained team in the Ministry. We’ve got this. Ronald Weasley is working with us now. He needs as much cover as I do. Until further notice we are working in absolute secrecy. I don’t care if the Minister for Magic demands an answer. You just send her my way. Understood?”
A special project
“Let’s get going then. Yin, Adeel, stay here for a minute,” I said, as the rest of the team headed out. I walked into my office and they followed.
“What do you need? said Adeel.
“I’d like to keep this from the team, for now,” I said. They nodded and sat down at the desk.
“There are a few more leads I’m following, but I don’t want to have to explain how I got them. So this has to stay between us.”
“Of course,” said Yin. “What do you need?”
“I need you to find out whatever the Ministry knows about a Dementor’s kiss. Everything. As a Healer you have access to more information than the rest of us, and are less likely to be noticed searching through old tomes. If you have contacts at St Mungo’s use them. If you know someone you can trust at the Department of Mysteries try that too. They keep whose who have been kissed there. In a kind of stasis.” She looked surprised, but nodded.
“Adeel, you transferred from Magical Transportation. I know your department covers everything from illegal Portkeys to organised Ministry transport.”
“Someone might be trying to set up a transport. It will be top secret. It will be done at the last minute. And it will be something leaving the Ministry. The people involved, they are high ranking Ministry members, so they will have the power to make decisions and ensure the department’s collaboration without going through the proper channels. I need that stopped at any cost. The package they’re trying to send can’t leave the Ministry for now. Whatever happens, I will cover you, but don’t get caught or we won’t have any way to stop them.”
“Understood,” he said. Always the talker.
“Let’s get going then.”
Weasley’s plan B
The Task Force Headquarters had been empty all day. But everyone was working hard. We’da gone into secrecy mode, which meant no written communication of any kind. So every hour someone from the team would find me and relay whatever information they had gathered so far. There wasn’t much to find, unfortunately, but we had already made sure a few internal memos regarding our team were permanently ‘misplaced’.
The wonderful thing about being part of a team made out of so many Ministry workers was that we had contacts everywhere. And only the best made it into the team, which also meant there were many witches and wizards out there who owed them favours.
So I did my best to figure out our next moves and make sense of all the information coming my way.
Until around five, when Weasley walked into my office.
“Get your cloak,” he said with a cocky smile. “We have an appointment.”
“We’re paying Newt Scamander a visit.”
“Your wife set it up?”
“Merlin, no! I haven’t talked to her yet. Like I told Bill, have to wait for the right time. But I called an old friend. She’s married to Newt’s grandson. She contact him and got us a meeting.”
“In about five minutes. So get a move on, we don’t want to make him wait.”
I grabbed my cloak, my wand, and made my way to Weasley.
“I hope you’re not wearing anything shiny,” he said, offering me his arm. “Luna said he’s got a few Nifflers around the house.”
And with that, he Apparated us both away.