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Be brave.

She repeated those words to herself as she walked down the narrow, carpeted hallway. She was told the most convincing way to lie was to believe the lie yourself. It was hard to fake confidence when she was possibly walking to her death.

This was possibly the stupidest thing she had ever. But there was no chance to back out now; she was surrounded by guards, most of which she recognized. All she had to do was act like she belonged, though it was difficult with her hands shaking from nerves.

She reached a door and hesitated. One of the guards shifted and so she threw open the door confidently. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest; as she had almost blown her cover with that one moment of doubt. She took a deep breath and turned the corner to come face to face with the person she had been preparing herself for.

"Ah, Minster! What a pleasant surprise!" She said with a fake smile, trying to keep her voice even.

"Oh, hello..." He trailed off, unsure of her name or of even recognizing her.

"It's been so long! The last time we talked had to be at that dragon conference." They had never actually met before but she doubted the Minister would object.

"Yes, indeed, it was a while ago." He looked nervous. She however, had begun to relax, becoming more self-assured with each passing second.

 "Maybe we can meet up so we can discuss the new additions to the The Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery? I'm actually free this afternoon!" She was inwardly begging for him to take the bait and a small little part of her knew he would.

"I believe I have a few moments right now if you would like to step into my office."
Ready to burst with relief, she followed him through a pair of wooden doors into a spacious office and took a seat in a hard, wooden chair across from the Minster's desk.

"Now-" he began but she cut him off.

"Let's cut the small talk short, shall we?" She said raising an eyebrow. He looked confused and opened his mouth but then proceeded to close it.

"I have information you want and you have information I want. Plain and simple right?"

"Who are you?" He gave her a steely look but she didn't let it break her cover.
 

Ignoring the question she continued, "Cooperating will benefit you, while refusing to help will do just the opposite."

"And if I do refuse?"

"If you refuse? Well you'll die in a matter of days, but that's beside the point." She said this lightly, as if she was merely commenting on the weather.

"This is ridiculous! I'm going to have to ask you to leave immediately!" He stood up and walked to the door.

"You can kick me out but this it's just going to end the same way. You might as well try and do something good while you can."

He froze and looked directly into the girl's eyes, "What do you mean?"

She smirked. He had obviously taken the bait and everything seemed to be going her way. The girl stood up and walked around the desk.

"The Ministry is going down in shambles. More than half off the heads of your departments are being controlled by the Dark Lord. If you cooperate I can buy you some time before the Ministry is taken over completely and you are killed in the process..." She trailed off and plopped herself down into the Minister's own armchair.

The Minister took the opportunity to examine her, she looked terribly young, probably just out of school. Her dark hair was pulled back tight, making her face look gaunt, as though she hadn't gotten any sleep.

"What is this deal then?" His tone was not helpless, but rather sarcastic and dry.

"I want to know everything you know about the Order of the Phoenix and Harry Potter. In return you get more time to devise a plan for yourself. "

Silence spread through the room like wildfire and a portrait on the wall shifted uncomfortably.

The girl received a steely, cold stare in return and a simple word.

"Why?"

The word stood by itself as the girl assessed the situation she was in. She was currently sitting in the Minister's plush arm chair while the Minister of Magic himself was seated across from her in the hard wooden chair. She felt the power and authority from the position she was in. She smiled wider.

"Why should I help you?" He spat the last word for he had realized that this innocent girl sitting in his large chair was nothing more than a conniving and manipulative.

"Because, Minister, I can help you. It's simply a mutual relationship we're building here. You help me, I help you; as easy as that." There was an underlying tone in her voice that was slightly cynical.

The minster rubbed his face in slight aggression and in a hoarse voice replied, "One more question."

The girl rose her eyebrows slightly in response.

"Whose side are you on?" He sounded exasperated.

The girl looked shocked for a second before she started laughing. It wasn't a light giggle, but a belly deep laugh that seemed to break the air around them.

When she had gained her breath she merely looked at the man and said, "Minister, why let others fight for you when you can fight for yourself."

 

 






Thirty minutes later, the girl walked out the Ministry and into the bright sunlight, her pockets empty of doubt and her mind full of knowledge. She took a deep, relaxing breath and let go of the act she had just put on. Letting her hair out of the tight bun, she continued taking deep breaths, allowing her adrenaline to slow along with her heart rate.

She slipped into a side alley and was turning to apperate when a gruff voice called her name.

She stopped and turned.

There was a flash of green and then blinding white.

A soft, familiar voice called out to her through the light, "Be brave."

 

 

 





This is the first story I've ever written like this so let me know what you think! Huge thanks to my wonderful beta, BellaCamille!! 
 
 

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