Ministry of Magic (British)

"It might just prove that the reason you're so vocal against this is you have something to hide maybe?"

'No. I am so vocal because I would have thought the people we worked hard for should trust us.'

"And I'm hopeful that it comes to be the case that this was unnecessary. But how can we be sure they are truly vanished? We were certain Voldemort's followers were completely rounded up last time and we paid a grievous price for it..."

Just then an orb of red light flew into the room, a mocking voice projecting out of it, "My my my, is this how the Ministry should be acting? I would seem there is no honor among thieves after all..." A cruel chuckle ran through the halls, allowing all in the room to hear it.

'And apparently we're going to pay that same price now..'

The orb materialized into a glowing red form of the infamous death eater Crouch Junior the IV, "I apologize for this rather impersonal delivery, but I don't think I'd be terribly welcomed by you all..." 

"I assume you all know who I was..."

He laughs quietly. 'No. no, who are you again?'

"You all probably know me as Crouch Junior the IV, but that was another life. One that you have all robbed from me..."

"Now, My name is Lord Crouch, successor to the Dark Lord, prophet of his word and I am here to proclaim judgment in his stead.”

"I hope the Daily Prophet is writing all this done? I hate repeating myself..."

Thee man took a step forwards. 'Sont you people ever learn? your dark lord is dead, and you will end up the sae way! Just crawl back to the hell you came from and save us a job.'

"Hell sir? Oh no, I'm already there and I intend to deliver the world from it, as my master would've done had your champions not interfered." 

He looked ontot he Daily Prophet report, "This is to go out to the world through your writing. You should feel privileged to be my first herald."

"For too long, wizards and witches have been forced into hiding by a group of inferior specks called the muggles. Their sole purpose in this world as far as I can tell is to waste our oxygen. We break our backs to make sure we are not discovered by them and for what? What do we get in return for our secrecy? Paranoia, and surrendering control of ourselves.”


 
“That era expired a long time ago as did the era of an apathetic and corrupt Ministry. Muggles and the Ministry. These two unforgivable groups have escaped their winnowing for far too long I say.”

'What have we ever done to you?!'

"You existed. That is what you have done. But this shall we remedied thankfully. Do not interrupt me again."

"“Wizards, witches, children of wizards and my brethren who now hide, I declare a new order; one that will be free of needless restrictions and cowardly hiding, where one’s fate is in one’s own hands and not in the hands of indifferent politicians whom you unknowingly slave for. My way is a path of freedom, ascension of the superior and punishment of the undeserving.”

'and murder' he mutters


ooc oh my god, dude, shut up your going to die.

OOC You'll seee...

IC

“If these concepts should appeal to you, then I ask you meet me outside the Shrieking Shack in 3 days. It is time for tyranny to be decimated and the power given back to the wizards and witches whom so rightfully deserve to be spared from my former master’s judgment. It is time to make our voice heard…”
 

“For those who side with me, you will be given power and freedom to shape the world as you wish. Those who will not shall face my wrath. I am the new face of darkness. Memorize it well, my enemies…”

The image of Crouch then looked over at the loud mouthed man, "Oh and sir, thank you very much for allowing me into this meeting. It's nice to know some people can still be depended on..."

His eyes narrowed slightly. 'You have the wrong person. I would never sink so low as to help someone like you,'

"Oh come now, you can drop the front. You're among friends now..." Crouch lied with a sadistic smile.

"Or at least you were.." He looked among the group that all turned to him with looks of hatred, fear, outrage and disgust. That ought to teach him for being so rude. It's not nice to interrupt people...

Two aurors grabbed onto the man, to keep him from going anywhere.

'It wasnt me!' He said, finally wide eyes, panicing. 'Dont yu see what he is doing? driving each of us away from the other!'

"Sorry sir, but your use to me has been fulfilled..." His mocking polite voice stung the ears of everyone who heard it.

"For now, I bid you all adieu. I look forward to reading about this little escapade in the daily prophet! Speaking of which..."

He looked at the photograph and joked, "Just, get me from my left side would you? it's my good side..." He joked with a maniacal laugh as he vanished from view.

''It wasnt me!' He shouted. 'You all know it wasnt me. You all know me!'

Kingsley stood still for a few moments, shocked by the overtness of all this. A new dark lord proclaims himself right in the heart of the Ministry.

"Let him go..." Kingsley told the guards, whom complied at once. "He was toying with us..."

'Thank you.' He snapped, brushing down his arms. 'Onto more useful things What the hell do you expect to do to stop him?'

"We have a location that he's certain to be at. In his arrogance, he gave us the keys to defeating him in quick decisive victory."

"We'll assemble our finest aurors to convene at the Shrieking Shack in that time and end his threat before he even starts."

The man snorts. 'We have all heard storys of that guy. You do that and your all going to die.'

ooc Im being ordered to do some house work, be back in 20/30 minutes.

DONT LEAVE. PLEASE. I'VE MISSED THIS

OOC Crouch: "Oh I'm blushing!"

IC

"Do you have any better suggestions?"

OOC I'll try not to! Bye!

'You need a way of controlling him'