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Rufus Scrimgeour, dressed in midnight black robes, smiled coldly at the Ministry delegates seated at the table before him. He stood at the head of a long table, in one of the many Ministry Conference Rooms. This room was designed for some of the more important meetings, as it had silencing and forgetful charms that would affect any whom had no business in the room.
The old, mahogany table fit perfectly in the office space and went well with the beige carpet and two hanging plants. All twenty of the members watched him anxiously waiting to see just how all of their planning had come together. It had been one month exactly since the death of Hogwarts Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, and the new Minister of Magic could already see the affect of the man's missing influence. It was only because of Dumbledore's death that he had been able to put such an ingenious plan into action.
To the Ministers right sat Percy Weasley, the only member of his family to remain loyal to the Ministry of Magic. The boy had grown very little since his completion of Hogwarts. He still wore his horn rimmed glasses and was known through out the Ministry to be rather bookish. The only difference in him would be his clothes. No longer did the Weasley boy were the ratty hand me down robes that seemed to plague his family. Instead he wore new office robes with the Ministry insignia on the shoulder. It seemed money could still buy some wizards loyalty.
To his left sat his secretary Alynia Vance, an elderly witch whom had been employed at the Ministry for nearly forty years. She herself had attended Durmstrang and thus had never really known the 'Great Dumbledore'. After the death of her husband she devoted all of her time and energy to the Ministry. That was nearly 27 years ago.
There were also several Aurors present at the meeting, all ranked rather highly. Two had been stationed at Azkaban for a year and had since become Unspeakables. The others were from various branches. Their main similarity was their complete devotion the Ministry.
Towards the end of the table sat one of Rufus's good friends, Charles Ramesay, a central member of the Wizengamot. Immediately following Dumbledore's death, Scrimgeour, had wasted no time in shifting many of the older members of the Wizengamot out and placing newer and more trustworthy faces in. After all a Minister was only a strong as the system backing him.
Finally at the end of the table sat Alexander Bishop, a member of Wizard Child Welfare bureau. He had known the man for a few years prior to his becoming minister. Bishop was a hard working individual with a wife and two young sons. The young man had come from a once wealthy family that had lost all of it's fortune to the Malfoy family. It was because of this that a vendetta was formed and Bishop eagerly joined the groups planning as a way of getting revenge against the ancient, wealthy pure bloods.
One month ago their plans had seemed nearly impossible, but luck was on the groups side when Hogwarts Headmaster had passed away. With his passing, their largest blockade was gone. Now after all of their tireless work the plan had been set in motion.
"Mrs. Vance, I'm assuming that the Manor is ready to be moved into?" The minister's voice was rough and demanded the groups attention.
"It is Minister, I have seen to it myself that all the appropriate charms and wards are set in place. It is now unplottable and after this evening you will be the only person whom knows its actual location. The rest of us will only be able to locate the building and enter it with your permission." The elderly witch looked to Scrimgeour waiting for further questions but he seemed satisfied with her answer.
"And the magical inhibitors?" At this a burly Auror began to speak.
"It took us some time to create the specialized inhibitors. The Malfoy boy will only need to wear a silver bracelet on his wand arm as he has never displayed any wandless magic that we should be aware of. As long as his wand is confiscated and he wears this bracelet then his magic should be effectively surpressed."
"And Potter?" A different Auror answered this question.
"He was much more difficult. Potter has been known to display wandless magic and is also a Parseltounge. The bracelet's would only dampen his magic but not inhibit it completely. Instead we made him a collar of sorts." With this, the blond haired woman took out a thin circle of silver. "With this on he will not only be unable to perform any magic but his parseltounge abilities should also be effectively cut off."
"And what of his Occlumency skill's?"
"Those two will be non-existent."
Scrimgeour took a seat contemplating all of the information, looking for any loop holes that could thwart their plans.
"Bishop, where do we stand in custody of the two?"
"The Malfoy boy turned 17 months ago and as such his parents can make no claim on him, not that two accused death eaters could claim custody any way. Regardless, the boy fell for the set up easily. As soon as he heard his mother was being arrested he went to the Manor to warn her. We were waiting for him and he is now being held in temporary holding facility just seven floors beneath us." The Minister smiled at this.
"I expect him to be in my office, bracelet on, ready to be moved this evening." There were several affirmations to be heard.
"Now do we have custody of Potter?" One of the groups Unspeakables spoke up.
"Potter is only sixteen and won't be of age for another month. I went to the Dursley residence just yesterday and it seemed that his Uncle was unaware of the Potter fortune. As such he seemed quite eager to sign over complete custody to the Ministry for half of the allotted amount. The rest of the money left in the Potter vaults is being transferred to Ministry holdings."
"When can we expect to obtain the boy?"
"I supplied his Aunt with a mild sleeping potion that she will administer to his meal this evening. It should keep him asleep with at least twelve hours, plenty of time for us to retrieve him, place the inhibitor on, and move him into the manor."
"I assume Mortenson and Aglethorp will be retrieving him tonight then?"
"Yes sir," the two Aurors confirmed.
"Then the only thing we are waiting on is you, Donwold. Is the potion complete?" The man at the end of the table looked up. His blue eyes glittered despite the lack of light in the room. He smiled toothely, looking slightly deranged.
Augustus Donwold was a world renowned Potion's Master. He had attended an all male wizarding academy in South America where he had studied every aspect of potion making. He had declined teaching and had instead worked in a Ministry laboratory on potion developement.
"This potion is ready to be administered on the boy. He will need to take it every day for nine days. By the end of these days his body should be completely reformed and capable."
"Have we found an acceptable Mediwizard yet?" Mrs. Vance glanced around the table, looking for someone to answer her question. It was the only missing piece to the meticulous puzzle. They would need a trustworthy mediwizard that would not only remain loyal to their cause but also not develop any moral issues against the plan being hatched.
The silence was proof enough that as of yet, no one had found a suitable candidate.
"We will be in need of one in only a month's time." She stated trying to convey the urgency to her fellow delegates.
"You needn't worry about that Mrs. Vance. We will find one in due time, so don't you worry yourself over the matter." Scrimgeour took a moment to once again look at each of the people before him. In a little over two months the group had conspired to not only kidnap two of the most well known teenagers in Europe but also bind them together against their will.
Scrimgeour would use the boys image as one of hope, for a peaceful tomorrow. The couple would be symbols of the ministry and raise support in the fight against Voldemort. The memory of Potter standing outside Percy Weasley's old home, denying his request of support made him smile. The boy would be more than just his poster boy now.
Once bound the two would be forced to conceive a child, one which Harry Potter would carry. Male pregnancies were considered dark magic and were outlawed in the early 1900's. This was because the carrier of the child would loose all of their magic once the child was born. As a result the child and other father would be twice as strong.
Draco Malfoy would be the one to cast the fatal blow against Voldemort. Him and his child that is. Harry Potter would be nothing more than a muggle and easy to dispose of. They would keep him locked away in an unplottable spot, away from the wizarding world, where he could cause little damage. His son would belong to the Ministry and Draco would be killed. No one would miss the child of a death eater, especially not in times of peace.
"Well then my friends, I believe this meeting is adjourned. I expect both boys to be in their new home by tomorrow morning." Hearing nothing to contradict his order the Minister of Magic stood from his seat at the table and began to gather the paper work in front of him. The others took this as a sign of dismissal and began to gather their own things as well and leave the room.
Two Aurors made plans to meet later and then travel to Privet Drive. Another two began their decent through the Ministry building toward the Temp Holding Facility where a blond haired teen was sitting, unaware that his entire life had just been planned for him.
With the conference room now empty the Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, gave himself a congratulatory smile. He was not a bumbling idiot like Fudge. Sacrifices had to be made in times of war, and the lives of two teenage boys didn't matter in the long run. With that thought Scrimgeour left the room ready to begin a new era in the wizarding world.