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The Wolves and The Witches

AN: Okay, so this is what I've been toying with for the past few weeks. But I'm debating whether to proceed with it or not. Especially given that I'm not too great at the Old English! I'm putting up the first two chapters as testers, if you like the idea/story and want me to continue, you will have to tell me that! If I get sufficient reviews, I'll continue, if not, I'll be pulling this story back!

SO, my dear Readers, please do let me know if you want this story or not...

If I do continue, the pairs will be Jon & Ginny, Robb & Hermione. Do let me know! Cheers!

Chapter 01:

Kingsley sat at his large ornate desk that fit his station as the Minister of Magic perfectly. Nursing a glass of Ogden's finest, he leaned his hand on the desk and lightly rubbed his temples.

Things weren't going great for the new Minister. Not that he expected a joyride right after the bloodiest war in the history of wizarding Britain, but this.. this changed everything! It was not only a new game, but a minor change had also set about a catastrophe and if he did nothing now if he did not change the past, there would be no future left!

No Grindlewald, no Voldemort, no nothing. There wouldn't be any life left. The world would be – human-less. Only the undead walking its cold lands.

"Your appointments are here, Minister," his aids voice buzzed in his office.

Thank Merlin, he sighed. Pointing his wand at his throat, "Please send them in Glinda. And make sure we aren't disturbed, thank you."

"As you wish, Minister," the voice buzzed just as a light knock rapped his door.

With a swish of his wand he had the door opening itself and five of his most elite operatives walked in one behind the other.

He eyed them all categorically, motioning for them to sit. As usual, they all declined.

He never really called upon them without a solid reason and now when the entire world's existence hung in balance, he could only think of them. Aurors would do no good in the other world, he needed special operatives who could do and would do so much more.

He had hand-picked his Team of Ten right after the war. They all came from different walks of life but had one thing in common – they fought for the light, even if it was right at the final battle that they had changed their allegiance.

The one thing that set them apart from all the other ministry peacekeepers was that they weren't a peacekeeper of any sort on paper. They all had different jobs and lead their own lives. It was only when he was out of viable options or really desperate, that he called on them.

They were the best.

And their other jobs kept them hidden in plain sight.

Simple.

He looked at the five again and smiled kindly.

Mione, or Hermione Granger, as she was known all over the wizarding world was obviously the first member of his Team. She was an integral part of the Care and Regulation of Magical Creatures, brilliant as always. She was his pride and joy, so he only ever sent her out when it was really important. In fact, in the past year after the war, he had only ever sent her out once, with his fourth operative, to track down three rogue Death Eaters who were from Voldemort's inner-most circle.

Neville, or Professor Longbottom as he was famously known as was the second one. He was well past his fumbling early years and was a brilliant strategist. He was the only member of the Team whose identity was shared with one other apart from Kingsley. Minerva would absolutely have had his head for his leaves from the school if she didn't know he was going out for the greater good, so Kingsley had relented and told Minerva about him. But just him though, no one else.

Ginny, or Centre Chaser of Holyhead Harpies – Ginerva Weasley was the third member. She was exceptional at most everything, following closely in Hermione's footsteps. Her uncanny ability to see past words, straight into one's mind, her cunning at knowing exactly what to get done and how were all things that only the last child of a big family could know. There was, after all, no teacher greater than life.

Drake, or Draco Malfoy otherwise, was surprisingly the fourth one. The heir to the Malfoy fortunes was the perfect blend of bad and old money. It helped him gain access anywhere and he could pull strings like no other. Kingsley was particularly happy with how he had teamed with Mione and between just the two, they had caught Antonin Dolohov, Rabastan Lestrange and Fenrir Greyback. The Aurors were flushed out in one wave, yet these two had managed the impossible just fine.

Blaise, or Zabini, the dark Italian stallion was brilliance personified when it came to extracting information. His intelligence never failed and he could dig up material on anyone! At times, his network even put Kingsley's to shame.

He hadn't bothered calling his other five operatives. There was no point he only wanted the best in on this case.

Though he had fleetingly considered pulling Harry and Ron out of their Auror roles for a bit, he dashed the idea just as immediately. There was a reason no Aurors or Unspeakables were made a part of his Team. And he wasn't about to change that now, at what was possibly the most important mission of not just his life, but of all of humanity as well.

Kingsley pulled in a long, loud breath and expelled it similarly, giving eye contact to every one of the five members assembled.

"We have a breach. A tiny change in the past has changed the course of history and if we do not rectify it, the world as we know shall cease to exist. There would be no humans, no humanity, no life."

Apart from a slight quirk of their brows, his operatives did not speak a word. Good, he had trained them well. "It all begins a way down in history at a place called Westeros…"