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Minister of Magic Assassinated! Death Eaters Responsible!

In an act of cold blooded brutality, Minister Fudge was killed when an explosion collapsed the atrium of the Ministry of Magic. Our beloved Minister was crushed as the the collapsed roof fell on him, killing him before he could react. As Aurors desperately tried to dig the Minister out of the rubble, a strip of cloth was found. On the strip of cloth was the symbol of You-Know-Who, the Dark Mark.

With this brutal murder, the interim Mistress of Magic, Madam Bones, has declared open war against any Death Eaters roaming around free. In an official statement, she declared that any information on a Death Eater capture will be rewarded and pamphlets containing safety tips will be distributed. In the meantime, all wizards and witches are advised to be cautious. Hopefully Minister Fudge's murderer will be brought to justice.

May Merlin rest Cornelius Fudge's soul

Raven's Coven

Corvo smiled as he read the newspaper. He smiled as he quickly activated a camera. The screen displayed a very small cell where nearly thirty Death Eaters were in a coma. The prisoners would be worth quite a pretty payment from the Ministry. According to his sources, Madam Bones was paying fifty Galleons per Death Eater, about two million dollars in gold. Corvo chuckled. Wizarding World using pure gold as currency. So wasteful.

Knock. Knock.

"Enter."

Tommy walked in and bowed to Corvo.

"Don Corleone. Your Portkey is ready."

"And my trunk?"

"Fully stocked sir. Your armaments are lock number 7. SCAR-H with FN40 grenade launcher, red-dot sight, heartbeat sensor, charmed mags, and hollow point bullets. M9 pistol with silencer. A silenced Mini-Uzi. AA-12 shotgun with drum magazine, buckshot. Several box magazines with grenade shells. Flash grenades, Semtex, and smoke grenades."

"That it?"

"MG4 with grip, FMJ, and scope. Dragunov, thermal sights. Barrett .50, thermal sights. Several RPG grenades. And five Javelin rounds. Plenty, even for you."

Corvo smiled. "Well done. And the remote Portkeys?"

"All ready."

"Perfect. Guess its time to return to the lion's den."

Tommy smiled. "But now, the lion's returned home."

"Indeed."

Hogwarts

Daphne smiled as she read the news of Corvo's release. She knew that Corvo's lawyers would get free but she didn't expect that Umbridge as well would be arrested. Fudge was killed and spurred the Ministry into attacks against the Death Eaters. She smiled as she glanced up at Dumbledore. Corvo's plan was going well, derailing any of Dumbledore's future plans of rescuing the Death Eaters as his personal pawns, much like Snape. She felt a vibration and glanced at the cell phone. A text from Corvo only improved her mood.

"Blaise. Corvo's will be arriving soon. He said he wants to meet us before any of the professors could get to him."

Blaise nodded and turned towards the Gryffindor table. Daphne noticed that he made several handsigns to the Weasley twins. The two twins made a minute nod before leaving the table.

"They'll distract the professors long enough. Anything else Madam?"

"Madam?" Daphne asked confused.

"You will be Corvo's wife. Might as well get used to it," Blaise said curtly. "As I said, anything else?"

"Can you guarantee me fifteen minutes alone with Corvo?"

"Certainly."

BOOM!

Everyone jumped as a loud explosion was heard from just outside the Great Hall. Screams of disgust were heard as people fled from the noxious stink bombs Blaise had rigged up. The bombs caused a chain reaction causing several other joke explosives to be set off. Paint, dung, slime painted the outside hallways in a spectacular fashion. It was enough to get all the professors' and students' attention. Blaise leaned over to Daphne.

"West Wing. The Slytherin Common Room."

Daphne whispered thanks and hurried to the Slytherin Common Room. She took several secret passageways from the paintings and tapestries to arrive in front of an adder's statue.

"Venom."

The adder hissed and moved to reveal an opening. Daphne climbed inside of the opening and ran up to the boy's dormitories. She pried open the door and looked around.

"Hey beautiful."

Daphne's face split into a huge smile when she saw Corvo. Her eyes welled up and could not help but giggle as she saw Corvo nervously pull out a bouquet of flowers.

"These are for you."

Daphne tackled Corvo into a hug. Corvo chuckled as he threw away the flowers and hugged Daphne tightly.

"I was so worried about you," Daphne whispered. Corvo chuckled.

"I can handle myself. It was you I was worried about," Corvo replied. "I never stopped thinking about you."

Corvo was about to say something else but Daphne placed a finger on his lips.

"Shh. Corvo, kiss me now."

Corvo smiled as he gently took Daphne's face closer to his own. Daphne closed her eyes as she felt Corvo's lips kiss her own, gently yet lovingly. She could feel his arms wrap around her tightly, not wanting to let her go. She pulled her arms around his head, her hands going through his spiked hair. She felt Corvo's tongue lick her lips begging for entrance and she obliged. Corvo's tongue met her own, tickling the inside of her mouth. Daphne suppressed a moan but responded by touching Corvo's rear. Corvo almost jumped but instead picked her up and pulled her on the bed, with him on top. She could feel herself getting hotter every second. Corvo felt a fire going through his body, burning every thought that was not related to Daphne.

"Corvo."

"Daphne."

"Ahem."

Daphne and Corvo opened their eyes and looked around to see Blaise lounging against the doorway. In his arms he carried a schoolbag for Corvo and smirked.

"Is this a bad time?"

Ministry of Magic

The new Mistress of Magic, Amelia Bones, sighed as she glanced at the documents. Her predecessor had not made things easy for her. The Ministry's budget was a mess, filled with gaping holes in the budget. She originally though her department was badly funded but looking over, nearly all the Ministry's funds were diverted to special "fund-raising" galas and balls. Many of the departments with the exception of Department of Magical Games were struggling due to lack of money.

"Madam Bones?"

She looked up to see Auror Nymphadora Tonks standing in the doorway.

"Yes Tonks?"

"There's someone here to see you. Someone named the Godfather ma'am."

Her eyes popped open. "Send him in."

Tonks nodded. A few seconds later, a man walked in wearing a long overcoat and a fedora with a raven's feather. The top part of his face was covered in shadow with only green eyes could be seen. He was of average height, yet walked with smooth elegant grace an elite Auror would have, with the exception of Moody. She watched emotionless as the man sat down in the chair in front of her.

"Madam Bones, thank you for meeting with me."

"Your welcome Godfather."

The man waved his hand. "Call me Don Corleone as my friends do. Now, I am sure you are a very busy woman so I will get straight to the point."

"Please do."

"As of now, I have thirty Death Eaters to turn to you. once I have confirmed the payment, I will personally lead you to where I have stored these criminals and thugs."

"Thank you."

"You are very welcome. Secondly, I would like to speak about offering my services in addition to help bolster your Auror forces."

Madam Bones' eyebrows rose.

"Why would you do that?"

The man smiled. "While I may be seen as an evil man in many circles, I am first and foremost a businessman wanting to earn a living. I know that your Aurors are understaffed, and overworked and cannot be everywhere at once. However, I have a large number of men under me, much of them with military experience. We can offer you a hand while not in anyway be linked with your administration. All we want is some favors and gold."

"How much?"

"500,000 galleons."

"That's outrageous!"

The man sighed. "Madam Bones, think about it. The more these Death Eaters run around, the more money your economy loses. Businesses cannot flourish when everyone is afraid they will be attacked. My men can help rake in these Death Eaters faster, completely off the record. All the glory goes to you and your Aurors. All we ask is for some favors once in a while. Mainly just let us be."

Madam Bones placed a hand on her chin. It was a very tempting offer.

"I'll have to think about it."

The man nodded. He placed a phone on the desk.

"When you are ready to talk, press 1. Good day Madam."

Madam Bones watched the man walk out of the office, unperturbed by the refusal. She pocketed the phone in her robe and waited several minutes before turning to her fireplace. She threw in the Floo Powder and waited for the green fire.

"Magical Agency of the United States!"

Riddle Mansion

Voldemort stared at the Daily Prophet. He was filled with anger and confusion as he read the assassination of Fudge. What was it that that these blasted people wanted? They attacked his Death Eaters, blatantly ignored the Ministry, and obviously did not even think of Dumbledore as a threat. They were on their own side, had an unknown motive, and were the most dangerous enemy he had out there. They controlled the financial sector of Wizarding England. He would wager that if it ever came to full out war, the goblins would side with these muggles.

"Lucius."

"Yes milord."

"How are our envoys with the giants coming along?"

"We should have them by our side within the month milord?"

"And the goblins?"

"They have decided to remain neutral, stating that this is a wizarding matter."

"And what of the trolls?"

"We have them at our beck and call milord. Severus' potions made them completely under our command."

"Good. Good," Voldemort whispered. "Lucius, I want you to set up a meeting with our muggle friends."

"Milord?"

"Send an envoy to this Godfather person. If we can get him on our side, crushing the Ministry and Dumbledore will be so much easier."

"But they're muggles!"

"Yes, I know that you silver haired twit! I have my plans for them."

Malfoy nodded and strode out the room. Voldemort went back to reading the news. Those muggles will be a valuable pawn in his plans. Once he had what he wanted, Voldemort would kill this Godfather person and take over his organization. These muggles would pay on trying to step into wizarding domain. Filthy people. He would send these muggles back into the mud where they belong. Below wizards.

Ministry of Magic. Madam Bones' Office.

Amelia Bones sighed and looked down at the amount of files the American MOM sent through the floo about the Corleone crime family. They have been around for more than 100 years focusing on mostly smuggling and trafficking black market goods. While they were considered a crime family, they were not even considered by the American MOM until 15 years ago with the strange behavior of the ravens associated with the Corleone family. Since then, the Corleone family have expanded their growth, consolidating the entire New York underground, making them the most powerful crime family in United States history. During the famous gang war in New York, more than 1000 wanted men were killed. A very small number were recovered, their bodies barely recognizable. All the files agreed than the Godfather was smart, ruthless, and extremely cunning. They also dug into the Magical Underground and worked with wizarding mercenaries and traffickers, expanding their influence from coast to coast. Every attempt of arresting any high ranking member of the Corleone family has been met with failure and embarrassment for every Law Enforcement Agency. NYPD, FBI, and CIA all have dossiers on the Godfather yet are incapable of arresting him.

Amelia wanted to bang her head on the desk.

But all was not loss. Even though the man was a criminal, reports had shown that he was willing to work with Law Enforcement Agencies, for a nominal fee of course. Domestic terrorists were handed to the authorities along with a full confession after a certain amount of money was dropped. Just a few months ago, a notorious Chinese wizard was captured to the American MOM for the price of a quarter ton of 24 carat gold, nearly a billion dollars.

Amelia glanced at the document left by the Godfather. The man was asking for relatively little. 500,000 galleons for the capture of all Death Eaters, elimination of Voldemort, and the peace of England. Amelia frowned at the file again. Was it really worth it? Hiring this man?

"Tough decision Madam Bones?"

Amelia turned around to see the masked face of the mysterious head of the Unspeakables known as Shade. The man was dressed in regular wizarding robes but had a cloth mask over the lower part of his face so only his eyes could be seen. The man gently took the file from Amelia's hands and glanced at it. After a long moment he placed it on her desk.

"Accept it."

"What? Are you serious? The man's-"

"A businessman. He has a motive and that is money. Greedy but shrewd, he will not threaten his potential golden goose so to speak," Shade said.

"And the fact that he wiped out more than Voldemort has five times over does not concern you?"

Shade shrugged. "Criminals killing criminals do not concern me. However, what does concern me is the fact of how two wizards are able to control our entire population. Do not refute this Amelia. The fact is that for the past 50 years, our country has been warring against dark wizards. Also, there is the problem of Dumbledore gaining too much political power for a normal civilian. It is unnatural and dangerous. The effects of this can be seen in our standing in the world today. Before the 40s, we were the renowned as the foremost epicenter for magical culture and teachings. Our magical economy was nearly twice as strong to our nearest competitor, France. Now we're lucky if we outproduce Canada, much less the other European countries. The Americans and Russians have built proper magical military armies along with China and Japan. Those four along with rapidly rising Brazil, Turkey, and South Africa are amongst the powerful countries, magically. This nonsense about purebloods and cultural isolationism has crippled our world for far too long. Maybe this Corleone fellow is needed to kick start our world back into the modern world."

Amelia frowned but nodded.

"Thank you for the advice. I'll make the call."

Shade bowed before leaving via Portkey. Amelia pulled out the phone and dialed it.

"Madam Bones?"

"Yes?"

"Have you reached a decision?"

"I have. I will accept your offer."

"Excellent. Don Corleone will be most pleased. Do not worry Signora Bones, you will not be disappointed."

"You will have a contract ready?"

"Tomorrow evening. We will."

The line clicked and Amelia pocketed the phone. She sighed and looked into the fire.

"What have I done?"

Shade chuckled and pulled off his mask to show the face of a middle-aged man. The man's face shifted to reveal the face of Natalya, a Metamorphmagus. She pulled away the stuffy clothes and looked around to see Tommy and Mikhail sitting at the bar. Tommy chuckled and raised a glass at her. Natalya smiled and sat on a bar stool next to Mikhail. The bartender placed a vodka tonic in front of her. She took the drink and smirked at Mikhail.

"Success. Madam Bones signed it."

Tommy chuckled. "The old bat was too damn easy to catch."

"Are you going to let him go?"

Mikhail shook his head. "Turned out he was a stuffy old man and a closet Death Eater. Going to make a martyr out of him. At the very least he'll be seen as a hero."

"Who's orders?"

"Mine."

They turned around to see Lee flipping his blade.

"We raided the house of a man named Parkinson and found him being initiated," Lee said. "Death Eaters were waiting for us and sent werewolves."

"Werewolves?" Natalya asked. Lee nodded.

"Wasn't that bad actually. Note that flashbangs really hurt werewolves. Some guy name Ralphie trapped a couple in a room and set off several flashbangs. Easy killing."

Natalya nodded. "How many did we loose?"

"About ten. Good men they were."

"Still, though. With Amelia signing the contract we only need to eliminate Voldemort and the old geezer," Mikhail rumbled.

Lee chuckled.

"I think once we get the go ahead, full war will break out. This is only the beginning."

Voldemort screamed in anger when he saw the front page of the Prophet. On the Prophet, the front picture displayed the smoking ruins of the Parkinson Manor. On the ground, was the body of Shade, seemingly dead from battle. He was being framed again and this time. Now with one of his most valuable spies dead, he had no access to the Department of Ministries.

He turned to Lucius with furious eyes.

"Get the Giants to Knockturn Alley! Send all the werewolves to kill anyone in the Raven's Coven! I want them dead!"