FP 100 Prompt Fic Challenge
Who: Auror Ron Weasley and CJ Elliot What: FP 100 Prompt Fic Challenge When: The day after the destruction of the Ministry of Magic/St. Mungos/Diagon Alley in October of 1999 (In other words before the time jump to 2008) Where: Hogwarts Security Office
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Ron's wrist was in a brace, and he ignored the stinging in his side. As far as he was concerned, there was no need to worry about any aches and pains he may be having. He'd survived a building falling down upon him, he counted himself blessed. That was not the problem. The problem was that now? The government was in chaos, mostly destroyed, and everything was in disarray. The population was frightened and even the Muggles were terrified and upset.
The SG had gone out in full force the night before, those that were still alive and able to work, to deal with the muggle government and the press. By this morning, it was all over the news that a terrorist organization had attacked in London. It wasn't a lie, per se. It was just a twist of the truth to something they could accept better.
Still, they'd have to keep a close eye on the situation so that the real truth would not out. Dree had promised that it would stay under control on that front.
Dree Rosier. Adrian Rosier. Only, now it was known that wasn't his 'true' name. Phenex Rosier.
Ron still wasn't too sure how he felt about that. The man had been lying to them since the beginning. More to the point, he'd lied to everyone including his own allies and 'family'. How could they trust him at all? This wasn't just a DE that had turned-coat against the Dark Lord. This was a being that took on and stole the identity every other generation or so of his own descendants so that he could continue to move through history undetected.
Six thousand years old 'give or take a few years' was what he said.
The Fallen Angel had escaped a hell realm after being banished to such for committing crimes against his people. With the help of three other convicts, they'd managed to make it to Limbo, and then through there to the realm of Terra.
His true identity was only revealed in battle when he had to call upon his natural abilities to take on an adversary that was, in fact, another demon. They'd ended up clashing in a spectacular display over the alley before Dree had managed to slay the demon.
Now, Ron had to decide how this was going to affect the alliance the Order had with the SG in general, if at all. While Xenos ran the SG, Dree was one of his closest advisors. He was the one that either carried out, or assigned most of the missions the SG took. He was also the Deputy Headmaster of Durmstrang.
Ron rubbed a weary hand over his face and looked toward the Security Map on the wall. It was based on the Marauders' Map, and had been constructed the first few months of his appearance within the universe. There'd been too many quiet attacks, and even a murder, before he was brought in. He refused to allow it under his watch, and with the help of the original Marauders who at the time were within the universe they'd created three giant maps and another portable one.
The map was fuller than ever right now. Patients were being seen in Hogwarts' Hospital wing due to the destruction of the hospital. That meant that security was strained beyond the breaking point. All staff still living and able to get on their feet were trying to keep things under control.
But the greatest fear was that it wouldn't be enough.
Strangers in the school, something that was never meant to happen. Most the medical staff dead. A fourth of his Aurors, dead. The Minister of Magic, again, dead. The economy wrecked.
He pressed his fingers together, ignoring the wincing pain in his wrist. His own counterpart, a younger version of himself, was in surgery right now. The Auror in Training had fought hard, but had taken more than one hex and his knee was blown. As much as the older Ron and the younger Ron had fought, he still cared about the young man.
He licked a small cut on his lower lip and turned back to CJ. "Can you handle map duty?" He asked.
The other man nodded slowly. No where near as cheerful as usual, but that was understandable. "Good. Have we gotten a body count yet?" Ron asked, his back now turned to CJ and once more staring at the map.
CJ nodded. "So far? 105 confirmed fatalities. eight known POWs, and four MIAs. We have Russ' people searching for the POWs, but the MIAs are thought to have been transported either further back in time? Or... in GodTraps. The possibility of finding them has been calculated to be nil."
Ron felt a tick in his jaw as he ground his teeth together. "Is E still alive?" He whispered.
CJ breathed a sigh of relief that he could finally give his boss some GOOD news. "Yes. Your son is alive." CJ offered a small watery smile. "He's working with the ground crew, trying to find if there are any more survivors under the rubble."
He didn't mention that the chances of that happening were about zero at this point.
"Call him home. I need him to draw up a press release. The population needs to feel that we're on top of this. It is safe to say the election is canceled. Announce Harry Potter, the oldest one here, as leading the government by default. Any outcry can be handled later. For right now? We need to have someone in a position of authority."
CJ was already calling to the supervisor on site, but turned to look at Ron. "What about the journaling system? It's down?"
"We already knew the other one was hopelessly compromised. It's time for a change anyway. I have three recommendations I prepared about a month ago." He ran his hands through his hair and grimaced. "Go with the one with the star by it. Tell everyone to sign up through there. I already have a couple of accounts through it. They're independent and out of the country, they have nothing... invested."
CJ nodded as he also wrote that down. "Are you going to be all right, Ron? You look a bit frazzled around the edges. Maybe you should... I don't know... are you going to be all right?" He asked his boss carefully.
"Sure. With the exception of my sister, and mother, I've lost everyone in my family. Lost some of my best friends. Have to rebuild a government within twenty four hours, find a new home for a hospital with critically injured patients, make sure we get our POWs back, announce the death of loved ones to just about every major family in our world, try to protect the remaining children, nurse my lover back to health, throw some of my most trusted allies into the snakepit so this doesn't happen again, make decisions for the entire Order and decide how much we can trust our other allies, while also renegotiating our treaty with the Kindred, Garou, and Durmstrang as well as put on a good face for everyone in our department. All of this within the next week? I'm going to be just fine." He rattled it all off while pulling at his hair and grimacing. "Gotta love it."
CJ didn't speak again, because there was nothing he could really say. They were still in shock from yesterday's attack, and it was obvious that Ron was hurting, but as he said, he had work to do.
Ron looked to the map one last time. "Keep an eye on things, I'll be back soon." He left the room without another word. He needed to check on Nelson and Ronnie, and then he had to rebuild their world.