77 A not so magical end (1/2)
The results of the first task were disastrous to Fudge. As if it wasn't enough for three of the champions to be crippled and send at St.Mungos, someone had banked on the fact that the numbers of dragons handlers have been divide by two and stole all the dragons and the eggs! While the contract from the Tournament protects the Ministry from any injuries champions receive during tasks, the contract with the Romanian reserve didn't.
Since no one had ever attempted it, no one really bothers with that particular clause stating that those contracting the dragons would be held responsible for their safety. While they provide men to take care and handles them, it falls on the contractor, the Ministry, to protect them outside the tasks, should they fail, they must pay for each missing, maimed, or stolen.
If it was only those five dragons, they could somewhat be able to pay them back, but another clause stipulates ALL the dragons, and that eggs count as well as a full growth one, so it wasn't five by fifty-two that they had to pays for!
After the disaster from Dumbledore and the Daily, they have to take in the funds earns for the Quidditch cup to pay, now they will need to cut the budget of near all the departments for the next ten years in order to pay off yet another debt. He did contact his good friend Lucius for some help but since the fall of the Newspaper, the man may as well have vanished.
The Grey side has laughed at his face the moment he came with a crisped smile to ask for funds, only to flee tail between leg.
Is last resort was the Light side lead by Amelia, but the woman didn't appreciate how he treats her those past few years, the budget cut hadn't helped. When he remembered the boy owning the Ministry millions, he immediately sends him an owl, only to discover it dead on his desk the following morning alongside a fine from Gringotts for breach on international laws! This was maddening! Everything had gone south since the start of the Triwizard Tournament.
Even the situation of the Boy-Who-Lived was precarious. Because of Evans, the boy didn't have a knut left, thus unable to receive treatment from St.Mungos since it was a hospital, not a charity and is estrangled twin have refused to pays for it, saying that since the boy was the darling of Britain, it was to the state to care for his need, not for strangers.
Needlessly to says, the Ministry hadn't the will, less the means to do so. So since then, the boy was healed by the healer of Hogwarts.
Even if it was from St.Mungos, he wouldn't be healed for the ball the very night, like the two other. Krum and Diggory were still in intensive care wards for the dragon fire burns, Leaving the french bint and the upstart Evans as champion. Even if it pained him to miss it, the yule ball of the Ministry has been canceled in favor of the one from Hogwarts.
Everyone would be attending, so he could only go, perhaps he would be able to obtain some funds tonights?
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While fudge was making his last preparation for the following ball starting in two hours, Alex was in the office of Headcrusher.
”It's only a few hours before the end of the 23 December, Is the goblin accounts managers of Britain are ready to lose all their clients' vault content?”
”They are not, but your willingness to sell to their the land of their soon to be past clients have satisfied them greatly.”
”good, I came to clear a forgotten point. I will have the majority in a large number of Britain companies, would the Goblin nation willing to buy those shares in order to control completely the fate of wizard Britain?”
Would he have not known that this shark smile wasn't destined for him, he would surely have bolted out of the office at the instant.
”While I can't speak for the Goblin Nation, my clan is more than willing to shed a little gold, other arrangements could be made ulteriorly with my kind.”
Alex mirrored its account manager smile. ” I will see you tomorrow morning at ten to finalize the contract.” Alex raises and exit the office, then the bank, and was poped in his room.
Needlessly to says, the entire ball was a flop. It soon turned into a political meeting were all those struck up tried to kiss his arse for his victory and spectacular magic for someone so young and with so few education, seemingly forgotten that they were the ones to have deprived him of says education.
When he sees how the thing has turns, he escorts the ladies back for them to pass the rest of the night in a better company. When midnight strike, he asks Sunny to pop him in Hogwarts, and call of the Elves.
Their apparition froze everyone but not has much as cleanly dressed house elves in a four rank of twenty-five formation.
”Since midnight had rung and the day is officially over, its time for payback.” Is bloodthirsty smile was accompanied by a snap of his finger.
Out of nowhere, a House elf bound in heavy chains appear, the gaze completely haggard.
”This little fellow here is Froppy, an ex house-elf of House Potter, and the one that has tried to poison me on the order of his ex master and the twin Weasley.”
The second he finishes, the House elf head was separated from its body. Shriek and screams resound in the hall as a great number of people rushed to the door. With another snap, they bang heavily, trapping everyone inside the Hall.
”I'm not Finish.” Another snap, all the staff of Hogwarts vanishes from their place and appears kneeling, chained.
”Those sorry excuse of professors didn't raise their hand in help when they see those attempts of murders on my person.”He put a hand on Snape's head and close his eyes for a few seconds. The instant the shard was out of his body another snap and heads rolls, the floor of the great hall layered with a crimson tint.
Taking out off is storage the frozen bodies of Death Eater, he looks at the mute and terrified crowd.
”Those scrums have run rampant and destroyed my life.” SHards of ice and frozen body parts flee everywhere.
”Those worms hide in this rotten society after buying off their liberty.” The entire dark side Lord in fines robes were forcibly made kneel after the house-elves vanish and strip them of their wands. He goes through all of them, head flying the second he takes off the shard. Among them where shop owners in Knockturn and Karkaroff, leaving only Barty Jr as the remaining Death Eater.
”You have made my life hell when you were thinking I was down.” The house-elves have gone fetches every student of this time, be they in Hogwarts or already diplomate, while the other feed the growing mountain of headless corpse leaking a nauseating smell of iron in the air from the pool of blood forming under it.
”As Heir of the Evans clan, not a single one of you had the right to judge me. I let you three years to repent but as you didn't, I claim what is now mine!”
At his words, all the concerned wizards lost their magic. Because it was the Wisenmagot and Ministry, all Lords and Heads of departments as well those working for them where included in this, making all those old House, whose Heir also lost their magic, extinct. The funding Familly was the first to vanish, Leaving only Neville and his father as Heir.
”Because Hogwarts had to face great peril from who I save it, I claim the life debt of all those present in Hogwarts in the year 1991. Since they demonstrate themself unable to learn for the wonderful gift that magic, they will need to learn without it. I, Alexander Daren Evans, claim the life debt of all of Hogwarts 1991. For saving their life, I claim all magical gift to be stripped out of their lineage!”
A bright pulse of light washes over all Britain, claiming the due of the life debt, finishing to kill two generations of Wizarding Britain. Without a running government and they needed people to run it afterward, the 24 December 1994, Wizard Britain ceases to exist. All the present people still alive where send in the street of England, without knowledge of the mundane world and magic. The vast majority of them would die in the following days, either by suicide or in attempts of mugging, only to be either shot down by the police force or arrested and sent to jail.
While the majority of the wizards and witch vanish in an unknown world, he transmutes all the left belonging into raws materials. The pile of bodies became rolls of fabrics, elements, and pigments, he also transmutes the evergrowing pool of blood into ingots of iron and other elements.
All the belonging for the dead students and professors send to the territory, while he made his returning elves send the first to third years to their homes. Those that hadn't one anymore would be sent to the ICW.
Done with the castle, he was poped to the Ministry where his army swarms the Building like locusts. Nothing was spared, especially the DoM with its hall of prophecies, time turners chamber, and the like. When he arrived at the DMLE office to retrieve magic suppressing cuffs and the like he was surprised to see someone inside the office.
”Miss.Tonks? What are you doing here?” The poor girl startled, let an envelope fall from her hand.
”Merlin, Alex!” He raises an eyebrow at the familiar tone she speaks to him. ”I was just leaving my demission, I can't work here anymore, not after... all of this.”
”Do you have anywhere to go?”
”No.”
”No family?”
”Mother, but we plan to quit Britain.”
”I see... Do you want to come with me?”
”Where?”
”Far.”
”OK.”
”Take an elf with you to your mother, it will bring you to your new house.”
”Thanks.”
She was sick of the British community, all this bigotry, bribe, corruption. At first, she wanted to enter the rank of the Aurors, thinking it to be her haven. A department lead by a woman, the defensor of the populace... But the pink-tinted glass has been rapidly shredded off her eyes. There she had seen just how corrupt was they where. Lords abusing their power, Aurors abusing their powers, even the iron maiden that was Bones crumble at the first threat to her liberty, selling off her niece for her liberty.