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Chapter 5
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Apparently the Dark Lord attempted to break int the ministry of magic over the summer, informing the government of his return. Law considered it sloppy planning.
At least it removed that pink toad from the castle, even if it meant the return of that meddlesome old headmaster. The doctor didn't much care about the unfolding political nightmare, so long as he returned to the Grand Line as quickly as possible.
That desire led to his current situation sitting behind Dumbledore's desk listening to the old man waffle on about 'the greater good', or something along those lines.
"I endeavored to find out how Voldemort has survived as he has." Oh, apparently some relevant information was being shared. Law refocused his attention on the headmaster.
"I realized the answer when this came into my possession." From under the desk Dumbledore pulled a tattered leather bound book. The edges were singed and stained with black, as though someone had attempted to set the paper on fire, only for the flame to be drowned in ink.
"This is a diary written by a former student of Hogwarts named Tom Riddle. I found it several years ago during a curious series of attacks on the students, after Mr. Filch, the caretaker, found it in one of the girl's bathrooms."
Law prodded the binding with interest.
"After revisiting some old memories, I deduced that Voldemort has been using the darkest of dark magics to survive these past years." The headmaster paused for dramatic effect. "He has created horcruxes."
The doctor folded his hands under his chin contemplatively. "Tell me more."
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"Oh, so it's a mystery scavenger hunt!"
Law could feel his temples pounding, and resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.
Collecting the horcruxes one by one was taking too much time, and he hadn't even started yet.
Suddenly the pirate had an idea.
He decided it was time to call in a favor.
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Palming the diary, the dark doctor placed it in the center of the rune circle.
"Trafal-guy, this is boring!" his accomplice moans. "When can I beat up these Eater people?"
"I've specified that the spell should only summon inanimate objects," Hermionie said hesitantly. "There's only the snake that's alive, right?"
Law backed out of the circle, careful not to smudge the chalk lines. "That is what Dumbledore said." He turned to his ally. "Mugiwara-ya, you are only here in case Miss Hermionie's spell goes wrong."
The pirate laughed. "Don't worry Trafal-guy, I'll fight them off for you!"
Law bristled, torn between wanting to shout at the boy for calling him by that horrible nick-name and informing him that the only reason he was present was because the doctor had not been able to shake the rubber annoyance off.
Hermionie mumbled something under her breath, and there was a flash of light. Scattered in the circle's center a heap of items had appeared.
A golden circlet, perhaps some kind of crown, lay beside a tarnished locket and lopsided cup with two handles. All sat on top of the battered diary in the circle. With the ring already destroyed by the headmaster, that left only the snake Nagini.
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The gates of Malfoy Manor opened at a slight touch, revealing a wide courtyard full of...white peacocks for some reason.
Disgust was evident on Law's face. The place reminded him of the Celestial Dragons' palaces.
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"Room," he chanted lazily, hands already moving to cut the air with his blade. The Death Eaters scattered in pieces, but before the doctor could have some fun rearranging them to his pleasure, the limbs reattached themselves in the proper fashion to the original owners.
"Did you think we had not found a counter to your spell Potter?" Voldemort jeered.
Law blinked. Well damn, there went plan A. It looked as though he would have to do things the mundane way. Stupid magic.
Without missing a beat, the doctor slashed at the nearest wizard. An arc of blood followed his blade, and the man fell with a scream. Immediately his fellow shrieked, and used his wand to throw ropes at the pirate, which he narrowly dodged.
Law sighed. This was going to take a while.
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"Any last words, Potter?" Voldemort smirked, wand pointed at the bound captain.
"Yes," the doctor said, as the ruckus from outside reached a crescendo, "duck."
The wizard didn't even have time to look over his shoulder before a giant fist smashed through the doors, crushing him against the wall.
"Hey, Trafal-guy! There you are!"
"Mugiwara-ya," Law said, calmly using his powers to replace himself with a nearby stone to escape the ropes.
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The doctor's eyes could have lit the castle on fire.
"We defeat your terrorist and you send us back, that was our deal," he growled dangerously.
"Well we simply cannot do that, Mr. Potter; only Dumbledore knew how, and he's dead. Besides, wouldn't you much prefer to remain here? You are heralded as our nation's hero!"
An observer outside the office would later note the bone chilling silence and flash of blue light under the door. No one would ever find enough pieces to properly reconstruct the unfortunate minister- not that there were many attempts any way.
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"So, we're stuck here?" the straw hat captain asked.
The heart pirate nodded. "I would need a den den mushi to get us back."
"Oh, you mean like this?" Luffy lifted up his hat. Between the curls of his dark hair, a tiny baby snail snoozed.
"Have you had that this whole time?" Law asked through grit teeth.
Straw Hat laughed. "Nami makes sure I never leave the ship without it, not after what happened the last couple of times..."
The captain of the Heart Pirates seriously considered calling off his alliance with the Mugiwara crew then and there, before their stupidity became even more contagious.
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"What are you talking about Luffy? I've only been gone a second. You guys haven't left the deck."
"But there was a mystery castle and everything!" the captain whined.
The short reindeer looked hesitantly between the humans around him. "Are you sure it's Mister Law that you wanted me to look at?"
The navigator throws her hands up into the air. "I don't even care any more!"
Luffy rolled back on his heels and laughed.
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A/N: It's done! Yes, I too wish this could be full length, but blurbs are better than nothing, right? Sigh, this is why I'm a scientist, not a professional writer- deadlines for projects would kill...someone. Probably whichever editor was assigned to me.
Anyway- hope you liked it, and review on your way out!
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