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Dragon King Part 34
🕑 Added 2022-12-06 03:03:36 +0000 UTCDawn smiled as she stepped through Myst's portal and looked around the Chamber of Secrets, a touch surprised that it didn't look as dirty or creepy as she was expecting. "Did you clean the place up?"
Rose turned to look in the direction of the invisible voice. "Dobby needed something to do, are you wearing an invisibility cloak?"
"Ring," Dawn replied as she turned the ring off and Zara walked through the portal.
"Interesting ritual site," Zara mused as she glanced around the chamber that was lit with green flames.
"We needed somewhere private and didn't want to risk getting caught in a classroom," Hermione explained as she studied the purple skinned elf. "Are you an elf?"
"I'm a void elf," Zara replied as she turned to look at the girl that could have been Hermione's twin, though her hair seemed even less behaved. "Before you ask, we're not related to house elves."
Myst pulled his attention away from the statue of Salazar Slytherin and focused on Rose. "Let's get started. Do you want your vision fixed so you don't have to wear glasses?"
"That would be fantastic. I was a bit annoyed when I realized that magic existed and that none of the healers could fix a person's eyesight," Rose complained.
"I'm guessing they're just lazy or they don't really understand the problem, even if you need to enchant the tools to get the precision you need to fix things, you'd think someone would have looked into a solution. Did you need your glasses when you used polyjuice?" Dawn asked thoughtfully, wondering if you could make a version that only affected the eyes and make it permanent.
Rose blushed as she remembered some of their experiments with polyjuice. "No but Hermione needed my glasses when she took my form."
"Why…" Myst trailed off as he caught an image from Rose's mind before it vanished behind her mental barriers and realized that Rose and Hermione had used polyjuice for more than just spying. "You should probably take your glasses off for the next bit."
Rose took her glasses off, trying not to think about everything that could go wrong with messing with her vision.
Myst pushed the slider up so that Rose had better than 'perfect' vision then spent the mana, causing Rose to blink a couple of times.
"Merlin," Rose sputtered when she realized that she could see better than with her glasses. "How long will this last?"
"It's permanent," Myst replied with a grin. "It might get slightly worse when you get old but I'm planning on giving you something to avoid that so I wouldn't worry about it."
"Avoiding old age?" Rose asked in surprise.
"Actual immortality is nearly impossible and I'm not sure I'd want it," Myst admitted, knowing that eventually the stars would burn out and things would get very dark and cold if you didn't have a way to jump between dimensions and time periods. "Being nearly or functionally ageless on the other hand, is a lot easier."
"Makes sense," Hermione agreed, thinking about the sheer number of things you'd have to worry about making yourself immune to.
Zara pulled the demon prison she'd used to imprison Cersei out of inventory and walked over to Rose. "This should give you a magic girl or boy form and a decent collection of magical powers for the small price of increasing your exhibitionist tendencies and decreasing your modesty while you're in your alternate form."
"I'm not sure how much modesty I have left after dealing with the Dursleys," Rose admitted, thinking about her aunt making her run around the house in a t-shirt that barely covered anything the last couple of years because Dudley had promised to get better grades if he got a show.
"Do we need to add the Dursleys to the list of people to kill?" Myst asked, wondering how bad they were in this world as there were obviously differences.
"Not worth it, if they're dead they can't suffer and Kreacher needs a project," Rose replied with a smile.
Zara handed Rose the gem. "Just focus on the gem and try to activate it."
"Before you do that, we should upgrade your durability," Myst cut in as he pulled a pair of popsicle stick skill books for the werewolf durability out of his inventory and handed them to Rose and Hermione. "Break the popsicle sticks, you'll pick up the ability to ignore most physical injuries that weren't caused by silver."
"Is silver going to burn us?" Hermione asked, thinking of her mother's silverware.
"Good question but no, silver just cuts through the durability, the skill ability doesn't change the amount of damage you'd suffer if you get cut," Myst assured her.
"I figured it was worth checking," Hermione said then broke the popsicle stick, slightly surprised when the wood vanished and she felt magic wash over her.
Rose broke the stick and smiled as the magic washed over her. "Now what?"
Zara smiled at Rose. "Now you use the gem."
Myst smiled as Rose looked at the gem in her hand and changed, going from an attractive and naked dark haired teen with B-cups to a tall red haired girl wearing a black witch's hat on her head, a sheer white silk dress shirt that did almost nothing to hide her C-cup breasts, a black kilt with a clan inebriated pin on it and a pair of bright orange clown shoes that didn't fit with the rest of her outfit. "Not bad."
Zara glanced down at Rose's clown shoes. "If you ignore the shoes."
Hermione smiled as she studied her girlfriend's alternate form. "Red looks good on you."
Rose looked down at her clothes and shoes then used a touch of wandless magic to unlace her new clown shoes so she could take them off as she wasn't wearing socks and they weren't particularly comfortable unlike the rest of her outfit. "Do you have a mirror?"
"Nothing you'd want to use," Myst admitted, thinking about the magical mirrors in his inventory.
"Boys," Zara teased as she pulled a hand mirror out of her inventory and handed it to Rose.
Rose smiled as she looked at the face in the mirror that looked a lot like the pictures of her mother with a couple of bits of her father tossed in, rather than the other way around. "I'm going to be able to enjoy walking around without getting recognized."
Myst smiled at Rose. "Happy to help. I should probably make skill books for some of your abilities so you have them in both forms."
"That would be fantastic. What did I end up with?" Rose asked, excited about the idea of having magic powers that didn't rely on a wand.
"Supernatural flexibility, low end supernatural strength and regeneration, a talent that should make you a master of illusion magic with a bit of work and a bottomless stomach ability that means you'll always be able to eat another piece of pie without worrying about putting on extra weight or worry about starving over the summer because you'll be able to stock up. Not to mention a small amount of pyrokinesis that we can boost into something more impressive if you want."
"I wouldn't mind being able to set Death Eaters on fire without using my wand," Rose admitted, knowing she was going to have to deal with the lunatics because no one else seemed to want to to actually deal with the murderers.
Myst smiled as he spent the mana to increase Rose's pyrokinesis ability to the point where she could melt steel with a bit of work. He checked her outfit with his upgrade ability, not particularly surprised to find out they weren't enchanted but figuring he might as well check. "Do you want a boost to your magic?"
"Would I have issues with control?" Rose asked, wanting to make sure she wasn't going to screw herself over.
"You're not the first witch I've boosted, they didn't have any trouble but they're from a different version of Earth. Worst case, you can spend a couple of hours in the tower working on your control and magic," Myst assured her.
"Go for it," Rose said, not seeing a problem with getting a boost if it made dealing with Voldemort easier.
Myst grinned as he pushed the slider up on her magic and burned a decent percentage of his available mana to boost her magic, turning her from a powerful witch into one of the most powerful magic users the world had ever seen. "That should do it."
"You should give the gem to Hermione," Zara suggested, curious what Hermione would end up with.
Rose grinned as she handed Hermione the magic gem. "Go for it."
Myst worked on copying Rose's magical qualities, figuring the flexibility and bottomless stomach ability would be useful.
Hermione focused and blinked when she changed into a magic girl form, losing her clothes and ending up wearing a rather tiny yellow polka dot bikini bottom. "Larger breasts and no clothes, what do I look like?"
"Like a cousin or airbrushed sister," Rose admitted as she handed Hermione the mirror.
Hermione looked at the reflection in the mirror, if you'd taken a picture and said that she was an ancestor or a long lost sister before she knew the truth, she wouldn't have dismissed the claim out of hand because the reflection certainly looked like her. "I look like I just spent a couple of hours with a makeup artist."
"You'll probably want a mask if you're going to run around causing trouble," Myst told her, fairly sure the changed appearance wouldn't stop people from connecting the dots in Hermione's case.
"This is where we conjure a bed and watch them fuck, right?" Zara asked with amusement.
Myst reached out and caught the thoughts of some of the students wandering around. "We only have an hour before dinner, when are Umbridge's office hours?"
"She should be in her office if she's not wandering around harassing students," Hermione complained, knowing that she was never actually in her office from what some of the older students had said.
"No point in missing dinner," Myst mused, not seeing a reason to rush. "Let's take care of Umbridge then you can give me a tour on the way to the great hall."
"Sounds good," Rose agreed as she changed back to her normal form so she could get dressed.
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Myst scowled as he knocked on the door to Umbridge's office, not particularly surprised that she was ignoring his attempt to get her attention as she was talking on the floo with Fudge despite the fact that it was in the middle of what was supposed to be her office hours. "Hey bitch, I know you're in there!" he called out when she muffled the door with a spell, proving that she wasn't a squib.
"What?!" Umbridge sputtered as she stared at the door, not used to such disrespect.
"You heard me bitch!" Myst replied, carefully not looking at where Rose and Hermione were hiding under Rose's invisibility cloak against the wall.
Umbridge stalked over and yanked the door open, ready to curse the little shit.
"About time! This is supposed to be your office hours," Myst cut in, not giving her a chance to take control of the situation.
"I had an important call with the Minister of Magic," Umbridge stated, figuring the implied threat would shut the kid up.
"Is that what you call your man whore?" Myst asked as he looked at the image of Fudge he could see in the flames, not particularly impressed by the guy's appearance. "That's the worst batch of polyjuice potion I've ever seen."
"What?!" Fudge sputtered. "Do you know who I am?"
"Someone willing to fuck Umbridge and drink polyjuice to look like a fat piece of shit?" Myst asked with a smirk, trying to get him mad enough to step through the floo and 'deal' with him.
Umbridge glanced at the Slytherin chest on his robes. "Fifty points from Slytherin!"
"Go ahead, take a hundred," Myst replied sarcastically, enjoying the way her toad-like face was going red. "Snape will just reverse it, so go fuck yourself and the man whore that is impersonating the Minister of Magic. I have a question about magical defense that is more important, I mean that is your job, right?"
"See here!" Fudge snapped after stepping through the floo and into Dolores' office to make sure the little shit was punished for insulting him.
"Thanks," Myst replied as he grabbed the minister with telekinesis and ripped Umbridge's ugly wand away from her and shoved her into the room, sending her flying into the couch and knocking it over. He reached out towards the active floo and ripped the mana out of it, shutting down the connection.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Fudge demanded as he stared at the teenager that was levitating him off the ground without a wand.
"I'm making sure you don't do anything stupid like calling for help, I'd hate for things to get messy," Myst lied as he used his pyrokinesis to create a ball of flames above his hand.
Fudge shivered as he stared at the display of wandless magic that proved the 'child' could concentrate on more than one magical effect at a time. "What do you want?"
"I want you to fire Umbridge and make sure she spends the rest of her life in Azkaban prison for attempted murder, being a horrible teacher and a sadistic bitch that uses blood quills on students," Myst replied as he kept half of his attention on Umbridge as she managed to get to her feet.
"You can't just go around accusing ministry employees of serious crimes," Fudge blustered.
"Why not? She's guilty, blood quills are illegal. Dose her with truth serum and ask her about the dementors that were sent after Rose Potter this summer, she ordered the attack. She's a vindictive bitch and worse, she can't teach."
Fudge glared at the teenager. "If you don't let me down right this minute you'll be spending time in Azkaban!"
"You're not even going to ask how I know about her crimes, are you?" Myst asked as he skimmed through Fudge's mind, curious if Lucious had any blackmail on him or if he was just taking the gold and not asking questions.
"Potter probably put you up to this, she's an attention seeking whore," Fudge replied, not seeing a point in listening to someone that was obviously working for Dumbledore.
"Ah, I can see that you're not going to be reasonable, that's unfortunate." Myst lifted Umbridge off the ground with telekinesis when she grabbed a teapot to toss at him. "Let's play a fun American game called Truth or Dismemberment."
"What?!" Fudge blurted.
"There is no way that Dumbledore would let you go that far," Umbridge replied, made of sterner stuff than Fudge.
Myst laughed, sending chills down Fudge's spine. "I'm afraid that you're under the mistaken impression that I work for Dumbledore, I don't. As a general rule, he doesn't burn people alive or rip their arms off like wookies."
"Wookies?" Umbridge asked in confusion.
"Don't worry about it," Myst replied as he gave her arm a 'gentle' pull with telekinesis, causing her to flinch. "You're going to confess to your crimes against Rose Potter and your hatred against werewolves and anything that isn't human then you're going to quit and swear an unbreakable vow to never work for the ministry or Hogwarts again."
"Go fuck yourself," Umbridge ordered, planning on making sure the little shit got kissed by the dementors.
"If you refuse I'll rip your arms and legs off with telekinesis and let you bleed out then I'll rip Fudge apart and start cleaning house in the ministry, unless he wants to save me the trouble and swear an unbreakable vow to have you tried and questioned with Veritaserum in front of the entire court?" Myst asked thoughtfully.
Rose made a mental note to talk to Myst about Ginny's father before he started ripping the ministry apart.
"I know things, he wouldn't dare," Umbridge replied smugly.
"Is that a no?" Myst asked as he glanced between the two ministry employees that were too stupid to realize that he didn't give a shit if they lived or died and that their positions with the ministery wouldn't save them.
"You won't get away with this," Fudge blustered, still thinking the 'child' was using polyjuice and one of Dumbledore's minions.
"Maybe, maybe not but you're not going to be around to see it," Myst replied as he pulled his magic mirror out of his inventory and set it on the floor with telekinesis. "Never let it be said that I'm not a man of my word."
"He's bluffing," Umbridge sneered at the child.
Myst put pressure on the arteries in Umbridge's arms with telekinesis then ripped her arms off, causing her to scream in shock and agony when the pain hit. 'So much for doing this the reasonable way.'
"What do you want?!" Fudge blurted, trying to salvage things or at least save his own hide now that he realized the lunatic wasn't working for Dumbledore and that he was serious about his threats.
Myst gestured and silenced Umbridge, not seeing a point in listening to her scream or beg or whatever she was going to do when she came to her senses. "I want you to understand that actions have consequences, you could have done the honorable or at least reasonable thing and agreed to look into Umbridge's crimes, you could have asked Dumbledore about his evidence that proved that Hagrid wasn't guilty and have his wand privileges reinstated or looked into the fact that Sirius Black never had a trial, you never bothered because it would have meant doing actual work."
"I'll look into it!" Fudge assured him, not wanting to end up like Umbridge.
"I'd rather deal with your replacement," Myst replied as he ripped Umbridge's legs off, causing her to renew her screaming and thrashing.
"What is wrong with you?!" Fudge blurted.
"I'm out of fucks," Myst replied as he sent Umbridge through the mirror, grabbing the more evil version of the ministry flunky as she came out of the mirror. He skimmed her recent memories then ripped her arms and legs off, not seeing a point in leaving her alive to torture students and sort of glad that he couldn't travel to her world to have a 'discussion' with the rest of the teaching staff that hadn't killed her. He shoved her through the mirror, getting an even worse version of Umbridge.
"What are you doing in my office?" Umbridge demanded.
"Cleaning house, one Umbridge at a time," Myst replied as he skimmed her memories to make sure she needed to die. "I didn't need to see you and Fudge's dog," he complained as he ripped her limbs off with telekinesis then tossed her through the mirror, causing a glowing eyed noseless Umbridge to climb out of the mirror looking half melted.
"Bow before the Lady of Death!" Umbridge demanded as her hands crackled with lightning.
Myst quickly checked the extremely twisted version of Umbridge on the off chance that she'd picked up something interesting with all of the obviously dark rituals she'd tried. 'Might be worth playing with,' he mused as he created a skill book for Umbridge's wandless talent with electricity, curious if he could fix the flaws. "No," replied as he grabbed Umbridge's head with telekinesis and spun it around, "thanks," he finished as he ripped it off, wanting to make sure she was dead. "Each worse than the last, are you ready to repent your sins?"
"Yes!" Fudge blurted.
"Good thing I'm not a priest," Myst replied as he floated Fudge over to the mirror. "You've been given a second chance, you won't get a third," he warned him as he used his telepathy to implant a mental command to stay away from any version of the Potters or Hogwarts and to avoid politics. 'Fucking politicians,' he thought as he tossed him through the mirror, wanting to make sure he couldn't cause Rose's counterparts any trouble.
"What the fuck happened?" the other version of Fudge asked when he finished crawling out of the mirror and saw Umbridge's mutated remains and the extra limbs on the floor.
"She was a horrible teacher," Myst replied as he scanned Fudge's memories, trying to figure out how much trouble this version was going to cause.
Fudge glanced between Myst and Umbridge, going with what he thought was the most important question first, "Who the fuck made Umbridge a teacher?"
"This world's version of you, he was a bit of an idiot," Myst replied.
"Why the hell would he do that?" Fudge asked, wondering if he was going to have to pull a vanishing act or if he could fix things.
"He decided that Dumbledore was working against him and that he needed to discredit him because he mentioned Voldemort was coming back," Myst explained. "I'm guessing he thought Dumbledore wanted his job or something, he wasn't exactly a pillar of sanity."
Fudge shook his head, wondering if his counterpart had gotten cursed or hit in the head too many times. "If Dumbledore wanted my job, he would have taken the job when the previous minister offered it to him. Where's my counterpart?"
"In your world," Myst replied.
Fudge laughed. "Best of luck to the idiot, I was probably a month from being murdered in my sleep by one of Lucius' old buddies, so you did me a solid."
Myst glanced at the minister's belt pouch that was large enough to carry a vault's worth of gold. 'Screw it, he stole it from the Death Eaters and made sure half of the people that bribed their way out of punishment died after having children. I can't exactly fault him for making a profit and making sure old bloodlines didn't vanish considering some of them had interesting magical talents.'
"Do you know when Voldemort is coming back?" Fudge asked thoughtfully, wanting a heads up if the bastard was coming back.
"I might have managed to cripple or even kill him with a bit of sympathetic magic, assuming that he's still alive he should be hiding out in Lucius Malfoy's manor. I was planning on checking with Professor Snape before taking another swing at him. If his dark mark is gone, that means Voldemort is dead."
"What are you planning on doing with Umbridge's body?" Fudge asked.
"Nothing, I was paid to deal with a corrupt teacher, the bitch is dead," Myst replied as he used telekinesis to float the mirror over and stuck it in his inventory. "Your counterpart decided to threaten me so I tossed him into an alternate world where he can try to make something of himself without his political connections or wealth. None of his crimes were quite bad enough to deserve a death sentence but he was enough of an asshole that I don't care if he lives or dies."
"Sounds like an idiot," Fudge complained, already thinking about ways to take advantage of the situation. "How did he get here?"
"He was having a floo call with Umbridge and I managed to insult him enough that he stepped through," Myst replied with a grin.
"Idiot," Fudge muttered. "Is there anything I can help you with before I wander off and find a pub and forget that I ever saw you?"
"Not particularly, if you're going to take Fudge's position, leave the more innocent people alone and I won't have to track you down and rip your arms off," Myst replied with a cold smile, wanting to make sure Fudge didn't cause a bunch of trouble.
"I'm not that stupid," Fudge replied as he headed for the fireplace to grab a handful of floo powder so he could leave, figuring he'd just blame any gaps in his memory on Umbridge tagging him with a badly cast obliviate.
"Best of luck," Myst told him, knowing he'd work his way through the surviving Death Eaters, if only because he wanted their gold. 'Just because you're evil doesn't mean you don't have honor or at least something approaching it.' He waited until Fudge left via the floo then turned invisible and walked out of her office. "We should probably get out of here before someone comes to investigate the screaming."
"Good idea," Rose agreed, happy that Umbridge and Fudge weren't going to be problems anymore.
Comments
Mist of Shadows
I don't use a phone to write, so I'm guessing a bad click on a suggestion or my brain was being weird. And yes, auto corrupt is much more accurate.
Chichi son
I figure either auto corrupt if you wrote it on the phone (I don't know why people insist on calling it 'auto correct' when my name is obviously more accurate) or a bad click in spell checking if you're using a proper computer
Mist of Shadows
Fixed... that was weird error.
Chichi son
"Supernatural flexibility, low end supernatural strength and regeneration, a talent that should make you a master of illusion magic with a bit of work and a bottomless stomach ability that means you'll always be able to eat another piece of pie without worrying about putting on extra weight or worry about starving over the summer because you'll be able to stalk up. Not to mention a small amount of pyrokinesis that we can boost into something more impressive if you want." stock up
Mist of Shadows
Basically, then using the gold to make sure you can hit the next guy... eventually you're doing more good by being evil.
Jasruv Lundux
It wouldn't even take much, just having the Death Eaters kill someone important to him in the past and him deciding to come at them from the back like a proper Evil guy rather than the front like a Hero.
Mist of Shadows
I'm not saying that's the only way to do it, I'm just saying it made sense to me. He had to step up and be more competent when he started going after people that would fight back.
MND
So, A reasonable Fudge has to be Evil/Twisted... That makes sense... lol
Mist of Shadows
Evil Umbridge, easy... competent Fudge... that's a lot harder to pull off and have him come across as still Fudge.
Ken T.
Wow, I don't think icmve ever seen anyone write a reasonable Fudge and I kinda like this one. Kinda want a chapter showing moe of him dealing with this mew world lol.
