Harry Potter And The Rise Of A Protector - Chapter 170

‘MINISTRY WITHHOLDING INFORMATION ABOUT THE MAJOR BREAK IN AND MA.S.S ESCAPE FROM AZKABAN

By Martha Cromwell.

Yesterday we all received shocking news, Azkaban, the most secure and dangerous prison in Europe, has suffered both an attack and mass escape.

It was reported by the Ministry and the Daily Prophet, that this event was orc.h.e.s.trated by Peter Pettigrew, the man found to be a rat animagus who betrayed his friends and close ones only to then frame the current Lord Black.

We were told that a man who has never been to Azkaban, someone said to be so cowardly that he hid himself for ten years as a rat because he believed people would kill him should he emerge, a person which we have found to be less than average if his grades are to be believed and proven to be a traitor, that he would be able and willing to break into on of the most horrifying places in Europe to rescue his comrades.

I ask you: does this sound likely to you dear reader?

No.

The ministry decided to ignore key information and refused to let everyone know of the true ramifications of this event in order to placate the people and continue pushing its political agenda instead.

These two facts give rise to the very real and alarming possibility that some of the claims Albus Dumbledore has raised over the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named may have some kernel of truth. We at the Herald will not jump to conclusions on this subject. We do not want to cause our dear readers to experience the fear many of us suffered through, but we cannot turn a blind eye to this event. The very fact that Azkaban was not only successfully taken over and so many have horrible individuals are now loose in our country should be a wake up call to all of us. If He has returned or a new Dark Lord has risen, we must know even if the answer frightens us.

But here is the most dangerous piece of information our sources within the ministry itself as confirmed: the ministry has lost control over the Dementors.

I know this piece of news is more than horrifying for you dear reader, but this is the truth. We received confirmation from multiple sources about this fact and the gag order the Minister wished to put on the subject while he ignores this incredible danger in favor of other priorities. The Minister has even ordered Aurors not to be deployed when a mass breakout and Dementors are on the loose, something our head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Black (Née Bones), has been reported to have argued about repeatedly but to no avail, leaving all of us without any sort of protection when it comes to the dark witches and wizards now running amok and the Dementors which have disappeared to who knows where.

So we are now asking all of you dear readers to not fall to fear, but to rise above it and recognize that actions must be taken. We have many trained and willing people ready to help all of us, but they need to be allowed to do their jobs properly. And if our very own Minister believes otherwise, then maybe he isn’t truly OUR minister.

FOR MORE INFORMATION ON THE ESCAPED PRISONERS TURN TO P.4

FOR WHAT TO DO IN THE FACE OF A DEMENTOR TURN TO P.7

FOR INFORMATION ON CURRENT MINISTRY ACTIVITES TURN TO P.9’

“Well damn. Martha really wanted to turn people against the idiot. Nice of her to throw mother some positivity though.” I said aloud as I put the paper down.

“I really like how ruthless she can be sometimes. But she is fair as well. I remember a few interviews I had with her because of my work.” Tory said as rested her head on my shoulder from behind and squeezed her softness against my back.

“Sounds about right. This is the woman who hit herself with a wonky obliviation spell just to be able to get into my department and interview me.” Victoria followed up with a wry smile.

“Of course she did that.” I said with a sigh as I felt some pity for her husband.

“But what I wouldn’t give to see that sad excuse for a Minister’s reaction when he learns of today’s paper. He’ll do something profoundly stupid and I’m certain of it.” My beauty said before giving me a quick peck on the cheek.

“You both know that I am right here yes?” A m.a.t.u.r.e woman’s voice said from the other said of the dinning table. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #.-170-the-sinking-starts_52048353223042766 for visiting.

“You can just call it our honeymoon phase.” Tory answered dismissively.

“You two aren’t even married.” The raven haired woman said with an exasperated eye roll.

“At least we let you know that we love each other Selene.” I responded with a small smile at her eyes rolling again.

“Yes yes. You two love each other so much you have to show it off in front of everyone. Still doesn’t mean I enjoy seeing my daughter giving someone ‘f.u.c.k me’ eyes.” My future mother-in-law bluntly said, causing me to cough a bit due to hearing that while I was drinking some juice and Tory to turn red.

“Mom! Can you not say stuff like that at the table!” My fl.u.s.tered fiancé said in a hurry.

“*cough cough* Got it. We’ll try to tone it down a bit.” I managed to say after recovering from my coughing fit.

“Good. As much as I like seeing you two actually caring about each other, it is not great watching my daughter try to seduce someone so early in the morning and at the table.” Selene said with a satisfied nod.

“Alright fine. But you can’t interrupt our evening cuddle time.” Victoria countered because she really likes when we just relax while holding each other.

“Yes princess. You can cuddle your prince all you want and you won’t hear a peep from me.” Selene replied as she acquiesced.

“Good.” A satisfied Victoria responded as she puffed out her c.h.e.s.t a bit in satisfaction.

Then the two looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, only to burst out into giggles over what just happened.

I simply watched with a warm smile as the mother-daughter pair enjoyed being able to have such ‘normal’ interactions with each other again.

-now to someone who’s really having a rough start this morning.

“Damn! Damn! Damn! Who talked to the press?! I want them out of the ministry immediately!” A furious Fudge roared as he felt intense anger over this morning’s Herald, ‘scaring’ his secretary.

‘Doesn’t stop anyone from informing us before you got to them though.’ Thought Emily as she watched the show in front of her.

“Find out who talked and remove them. I want the Prophet to run a counter story about the Pettigrew being the true culprit and denying any possibility of a Dark Lord being in our midst. We cannot let the people think something so ludicrous. It is all Dumbledore’s fabrication. As for the Dementors, just say they were relocated for the reconstruction of the prison so they do not interfere.” The Minister ordered as his mind raced to find a way to not lose his position.

“But what about the escapees? People will want something to be done after this.” The cautious secretary pointed out to her ‘boss’.

“Get some of the Aurors in my pocket to investigate and report that they fled the country to most likely recover from their time in Azkaban. Then ask for aid from the other ministries as well as send a warning over escaped prisoners loose in Europe.” He answered as he thought of every way he knew to push the blame to others.

‘I have to stop people from thinking about this or Dumbledore will win. They need to believe that everything is already handled so I can focus on securing my position.’ The desperate man thought as he issued his orders.

“Yes sir. Right away.” Emily answered before leaving the office in a hurry.

‘Too bad they aren’t in his pocket anymore, but he doesn’t need to know that.’ Thought the secretary as she left with a smile on her face and started relaying the minister’s orders.

-Scene change to someone who’s been having an incredibly bad week, but who really deserves it.

“F.u.c.k f.u.c.k f.u.c.k!! How dare those sharp-toothed mongrels lock my account! I am Lord Travers and those lowly creatures should be grateful we wizards let them protect our gold! Let’s see how they feel when my Lord slaughters all these pathetic Goblins and takes their precious gold from them!” A black haired man shouted in rage outside Gringotts.

-a bit later.

“Why can’t I get into my house?! Who could activate the wards except for me? That pathetic excuse for a daughter can’t possibly do this, I never gave her any kind of authority! Who in the world did this?!” The middle-aged man raged once again, but this time because his own house kicked him out too.

He couldn’t possibly know that said ‘pathetic’ daughter was in fact responsible for him being removed from the Travers manor.

Victoria is a master infiltrator and is supported by a very ingenious fiancée, making breaking into a place she knew inside and out child’s play. Then with the help of her mother, the true Travers blood, they removed the so called lord Travers control from the family wards and denied him access. This was after she had done the same thing to every piece of property owned by the Travers of course, effectively rendering her ‘Father’ homeless from now on.

-after the s.p.e.r.m donor found a place to stay with the meager sum he carried on his person.

“At least I can take out my frustration on this mudblood. Even though she isn’t a real witch, she still has a good body.” The ‘lord’ Travers said with l.u.s.t apparent from his entire person as he controlled the imperioused woman.

The poor woman was a twenty-three year old with a slim body, silky blonde hair, bleu eyes and pretty face who the man coincidentally spotted when he was drinking his anger away that night.

“Now that we’re here I can really start enjoying this.” He said aloud as he sat on his rooms bed and commanded the woman to strip for him.

Forced to obey, she mechanically removed her clothing to reveal her flat stomach, modest b.r.e.a.s.t, full h.i.p.s and neatly trimmed garden.

But a few minutes into the act, he began to realize something.

“Why aren’t I get hard!?” He suddenly yelled out in extreme frustration over his inactive manhood.

He couldn’t know that a certain someone who had been a victim of that manhood decided that it wasn’t something anyone else needed to experience anymore. So she slipped a potion her daughter created to turn the man into a impotent and infertile fool.

And to make matters worse, the next moment his room door burst open and two women and a man shot spells at the so called Lord Travers, disarming him and then stunning him, resulting in the woman being freed from his spell.

“We are Hit Wizards, you’re safe now ma’am. Donovan, take that little shit out and bring him to the holding pen. Sophie, help me with this one.” Said the tall blonde one with striking green eyes as she ordered her two teammates.

Without any hesitation they followed her orders and no sooner had the men left, the poor young woman broke down in tears as the two Hit Witches comforted her.

‘I am sorry you suffered through, I will make sure to compensate you properly for his actions.’ Thought an enraged observer who had reported the crime in progress.

-two days later, Aedan POV

‘LORD TRAVERS TO BE ON TRIAL FOR ATTEMPTED **** AND USAGE OF ONE OF THE UNFORGIVABLES’

“Wow didn’t think he was going to get himself caught. I thought you two were going to break him down more.” I said to the mother-daughter pair.

“How could we predict the bastard would just try to **** someone? We couldn’t just let it happen. Not for our revenge. An innocent shouldn’t suffer because of that.” Victoria responded with a sigh over what happened.

“And you were right to do so dear. Although he has not suffered nearly enough, we still already took his lordship, money, properties and manhood from him already. This just forces us to forgo taking away the rest of his bodies usage and taking his magic, but I’m sure we can have someone slip something into his food once he’s imprisoned.” Selene said as she stroked her daughter’s hair.

“You’re right mother. Prison will not let that bastard escape his true punishment.” The reinvigorated Tory said with some spirit.

“You know I pity those you arouse your ires.” I added in as I listened to these two talking.

“Know you learned not to earn a woman’s true fury.” Selene responded with a smile that wasn’t a smile.

“I already knew that and never thought of earning either of your furies, but thanks for the reminder anyway. Besides that, do you two want any assistance for the trial or are you good?” I asked after reassuring my mother-in-law of my d.e.s.i.r.e to make Tory happy.

“It’s ok dear, we have everything covered. The s.p.e.r.m donor will be in for one hell of a surprise when we appear though.” Selene answered with a very sadistic smile on her face.

“Plus we have way too much evidence and we already added the charges onto the trial, so on top of attempted **** and using an unforgivable, the bastard will be judged for murder, attempted murder, ****, arson, torture, usurpation of lordship, child abuse, embezzlement, a few counts of theft and a some intimidation for good measure. He’s going to be found guilty for sure, but we’re not sure where he’s going to be jailed and what his official punishment will be without the Dementors available anymore.” Added Victoria with he own devil’s smile.

“Hmm, I’ll have Oliver offer our holding facilities for the time being and I’m sure I can come up with an equally painful way to execute people besides the Kiss later if you both want one.” I said as I told them my thoughts.

“We’ll think about that after we’re done destroying him.” Selene replied with Tory nodding to show she thought the same.

“Alright then. I’ll leave you two to it. Gotta head to work now.” I said since the two had everything under control.

“Have a good day at work.” Tory said before giving me a chaste kiss on the lips.

“I think I’ll have a great day now.” I replied with a happy smile.