This imagine was requested by FERNANDABIBI. Thank you for your patience! This request will be done in 2 parts.
House: None
Blood Status: You Choose
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Groggy from the time change, you stumble out of the fireplace behind you and into the Ministry of Magic, following the masses of people walking to their jobs. At the back of the large room with high ceilings and golden fountains, you squeeze yourself into one of the lifts next to a man holding stacks of purple files.
"Which floor?" someone to the side asks you.
"Floor two... the Auror office," you reply, trying not to be crushed by a large man behind you holding a cat in his right hand, a box of mice, and an owl perched on his head. The door closes with a clack of metal and you gulp, gripping one of the ties at the top of the lift, your knuckles turning white. The lift takes off with a gigantic lurch, whizzing side to side and finally upwards to floor two. The elevator dings and a woman's voice calmly says, "Department of Magical Law Enforcement". You step off and stumble a bit as the lift door closes again and shoots off into the darkness.
You spot a sign pointing to the Auror offices and head down that hallway. You pass other wizards and witches, but they take no notice of you, busy with getting elsewhere. You come to a door with a large wooden sign which reads "Auror Department" in bright golden letters. You reach for the brass door handle and the room seems to explode once you open the door. You pop your head inside and look out into the sea of open cubicles and papers scattered everywhere. Pictures are posted on the wall of wanted death eaters and criminals. Some wizards are squabbling and shouting. From the corner, there's a sudden explosion of flames and you duck as a stack of files flies towards your head.
"Hello?" you call out into the crowd. In response, a red-haired man trips and stumbles through the papers and files to come to you.
"Hello. You must be the one MACUSA sent. Wonderful. I'm Ron Weasley," he says, extending a hand. You nod and shake his hand with a smile. "I do apologise for the madness. There has been an unsettling development."
"What do you mean?" you ask, getting concerned.
"Well... Harry Potter has gone missing," he sighs.
"Are you serious?!" you gasp.
"Absolutely. He was sent to Wiltshire to go and search an old mansion of an ex-Death Eater for dark artefacts or activity. The family was relieved of all charges, but we had evidence that they were still active as dark witches and wizards. We sent him alone because he is one of the most capable of our Aurors. We haven't seen him in a week. We're all getting worried and time is running out. Everyone else in the office is busy with their cases and most of us are near catching the Death Eaters on the run," Ron explains with a heavy sigh. "I wonder what happened... Say... Why don't you go and find Harry?"
"What? Me?" You gasp, stepping back. "I just came from MACUSA... I have no idea about this issue."
"But you were only sent because you're one of the most capable Aurors from MACUSA... and you're my age!" Ron says with a smile. "You'd have to be a prodigy if you're the one they sent when MACUSA said they'd send their best to improve international relations."
"But if Harry Potter is missing, wouldn't I go missing, too?" you gasp, trying to back your way out of it. "I was sent here to observe the workings of your department."
"Yes. Also to take part in it as well. Sit tight and I'll get you the file," Ron says, walking through the mayhem and back to his desk. He picks up a file, just like the man from before had, but much thicker. He hands it you and you gasp at how heavy it is. "You'll be going to Malfoy Manor. It's located in Wiltshire. It's home to the Malfoys, a family of acquitted Death Eaters. We'll prepare you with gear and a broom to get there. Your goal is to find Harry Potter and bring him back. Clear?"
"Y-Yes...," you reply. Coming to England, you expected to observe the inner workings of their magical law enforcement methods, not be part of them. Another man comes up to you and hands you a pack, explaining that there are food and water inside in addition to a map to the manor and compass. You nod as he hands you a broom. You head up to the roof and look up at the sky. It's overcast and rainy. It's very unlikely that a No-Maj would see you, but you cast a Disillusionment Charm on yourself and your broom. You kick off from the ground and speed through the air to the east.
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Coming closer and closer by the minute, you see a tall, black mansion in the middle of a large forest. You sigh in relief, having been on a broom for hours at this point and carefully land away down the dirt path from the iron gates of the Manor. You take your broom and stow it in your bag thanks to an extension charm. Carefully, you draw your wand, slowly creep forward. Coming closer to the manor, you see that vegetation has started to grow over the windows and walls. The exterior of the manor has started to crumble. The iron gate is open and you see evidence of a fight and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. You push through wand walk up to the gigantic double doors of the manor and push them open to reveal a large reception area that's obviously been in better shape. The walls have been dirtied and the portraits are askew along with a plentiful coat of dust over everything. You peer around the corner and notice a staircase leading downwards. Careful not to make yourself known, you step down the stairs quietly and cautiously.
You get to a gate and see that it's an extensive dungeon. You see a body in the corner. It seems to be a man with shaggy black hair and round spectacles. He's clutching his wand, crying. It's broken.
"Harry Potter?" you whisper out to him. he looks up and gasps in relief. He rushes toward you and clutches the bars.
"Who are you?" he says.
"My name is y/n y/l/n. I was sent by Ron Weasley to come and find you. I'm from MACUSA," you explain. He nods.
"We have to get out of here. He doesn't remember anything at all from his life. He's dangerous," Harry says, shaking. "He's gone mad..."
"Whatever do you mean?" you gasp.
"He's a monster. Use your wand and break the lock so we can leave as quick as possible. Who knows what'll happen if he finds you here!" Harry urges you, pointing to the keyhole. You nod. "Once you break it, we have to run. He'll hear."
Harry steps back from the door and you point your wand. He nods, glancing to the lock.
"Bombarda!" you shout and the door bursts open with a bang. He rushes out and you take his hand. You both run up the stairs, you in the lead, and to the door, but Harry's hand is ripped out of yours. You turn around and see Harry being held by the back of his robes. There's low, heavy breathing and you look up in fear. It's a monster, resembling a lion and a bear with the addition of two terriying horns on its head. It's covered in golden blonde hair with large, dagger-like teeth. His claws are fearsome and massive. They could easily rip a man in two.
"Well, well," a voice says. "Looks like my prisoner's distress call has attracted help. Too bad. You can't escape now."
"Let him go," you say to the monster. "Put him down."
"I don't think so. He infiltrated my territory without an invitation so he'll die here. It's as simple as that," the beast explains with a grin. "And I'm feeling nice today so you can go. I won't hurt you if you leave now."
"I'm not going anywhere. That's no reason to condemn someone to death in a cellar," you state. "Let him go. He hasn't done anything to hurt you. His job sent him here."
"Rubbish!" the beast shouts. "He will die here!"
"If you want a prisoner that bad, take me!" you yell back.
"No!" Harry grunts, trying to fight his way out off the beast's grasp.
"Let Harry Potter go and I'll take his place," you sigh. "Please."
The beast grins and chuckles, letting Harry fall to the ground.
"Very well," the beast smiles. He turns to Harry, who's getting to his feet and drawing his wand. "Go before I change my mind!"
You nod to Harry, mouthing "go" to him. He takes the hint and takes off out the door. As soon as he's gone, the beast seems to gin wider. He lifts you up by your waist and starts to walk back to the dungeon with thunderous steps. You start to struggle against him due to the pain of him gripping your waist. He walks back down the starts and puts you in Harry's cell, locking the door again. He grins and starts to head back up the stairs.
"You're just going to leave now?" you call back up to him. He doesn't turn back and disappears. You sigh in shame and clutch the iron bars, sinking to your knees and whisper to yourself, "Damn it!" before drifting off to sleep alone.
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You stir lightly as you begin to regain consciousness. You close your fingers together and realise you're gripping a soft, silky fabric. You blink your eyes open and realise you're in a large, king sized bed dressed with luxurious golden sheets and plush, white pillows, a sharp contrast to the cold and damp jail cell you were in hours ago. The morning sunlight shines through the windows lined with long curtains that run the entire length of the window that goes all the way up to the high ceilings. You stretch your arms above your head and look out the window and down to an extensive garden complete with topiaries and a marble fountain. You sigh and turn around to the door where you see a white dress hanging on the adjacent dresser. Looking down, you realise you're still in your robes from the day before and you change into the dress, eager to get out of the dirty robes.
After you've finished changing, the door opens partway and you hear the beast's breath. His snout peaks through the crack between the door and the frame.
"Breakfast is ready. Be downstairs in one minute," he says and closes the door behind him. Figuring he might be unpredictable if you didn't go down, you go out into the hallway and close your door behind him. You walk down the hallway covered in portraits of blonde haired men, women, and families. You head down a staircase to your right and into a large, mostly empty room, searching for the dining room. You pass by old armchairs and liquor cabinets to a set of double doors left open a jar. You peer through and see the beast sitting at the head of the table. You stick your head in and see an extravagant array of breakfast foods and an empty straight-backed chair across from him. He motions to sit and you go over and sit across from him, not saying anything. He picks up his fork and begins to eat. Ater a few moments you look up to the beast, who is still occupied with his food.
"Why did you move me from the cellar to that bedroom?" you ask him, trying to get a clearer look at the beast who is hunched over his plate. He looks up, his mouth open. He's at a loss for words. "I mean... You had Harry Potter in your house for a long time. I'm guessing you probably didn't put Harry Potter in that bedroom when you kept him here."
"I... Um...," he nervously mumbles. "You just seem different than anyone else I've met in my life... I felt guilty for leaving you down there."
He looks to the side, reluctant to make eye contact with you.
"There's just something about you...," he struggles to explain. You start to giggle softly and his grey eyes lift to look at you. You cover your mouth and smile.
"I'm sorry," you smile. "I'm not laughing at you. It's just that Harry Potter said that you were some sort of psychotic animal, but I think there's more to you than that. You don't seem like what he said at all."
"Really?" he asks, shocked.
"Well... The only scary thing you've done was throw me in a dungeon, but you fixed that showed me kindness," you say. "A real psychotic person would have left me there to die..."
The beast smiles back from across the table and raises his glass.
"Cheers," he mouths with a smile. You pick yours up and raise it, too. The beast chuckles warmly and you smile in return, curious as to what caused this beast to completely change overnight.
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A/N: This imagine was 2,247 words long! Thanks for reading! PT. 2 will come next and then Fuel for the Hate Fire Pt. 2! Thank you so much for 325k!
- Soiea