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The Ministry has fallen.... They are coming- a Harry Potter RP (Cautious Cretin and The Dookie Nut)

It certainly wasn't what he'd expected. The Ministry's staff entrances detected the Imperius curse. He stood slowly and watched his mind reel. He could hear Caroline's voice booming, bouncing off each wall and passing into a still panicking crowd. This man was either cursed from the inside or their defenses were down. Chances were learning towards the latter. He dared not to think who exactly had turned everything off. He knew it would be someone higher up. He also knew they weren't alone in the Ministry. He'd seen dozens of reports and files against various members of the staff, all with very little effort. George had even sat in on a trial, watching someone be accused of various 'unthinkable' acts. Without evidence, however, nothing could be done. Veritiserum wasn't used unless it was completely required.

He still felt angry. The man's eyes were still glazed, even as George looked in. Someone was on the other end and he had no idea who. The sounds of people hurrying to leave finally returned to George's mind. He turned to look at the door, spotting Caroline as she entered her office, or what was left of her office. Above him, he could hear screams, below he could hear the same. This was happening on every floor. They were attacking. He would thank Caroline for calming the crowds down later; providing he didn't get killed. There were plenty of other spells that could kill a man instead of simply 'Avada Kedavra'. It wasn't just the Death Eaters, the snatchers and the worst of Azkaban that had taken lives either. He knew Auror's took them on a regular basis. Murder was legal for an army. Hit Wizard laws were different. Murder in self-defense was accepted. A dangerous and hostile target should still be restrained for a trial. Auror's were advised to take them down at first notice.

George retrained his grip on his wand and turned his eyes back to Caroline. The sound of their own Minister echoed past his ears. It was worrying to hear exactly what he was saying. Chances were everyone would leave, at least most. There would be the few who believed themselves strong enough, having the mental ability to kill or seriously maim the humans before them. Problem was, very few of those who would stay had that mental ability. Most of them were already doing that job. He knew not many of them would survive the attack and he knew most of those would be Auror's or Hit Wizard's like himself. Very few civilian wizard's would survive.

He stood up and turned towards Caroline. He quickly shook his head.
"Caroline, no." He commented, choosing to stay still for the moment. "You have to leave, just like everyone else. Get home, go to your parents and stay inside. Down there isn't going to be safe, its not even going to be easy. You have a family, parent's who'd miss you. You can't just throw your life in the hat for the Minister. There are people who can handle it, who are strong enough. Caroline, you're not strong enough. You may think you are but really look inside, you wouldn't end a life if it really came down to it. You couldn't push forwards when people on either side dropped or howled in sheer agony. They won't fight like school kids." He paused and walked towards her.

"You've never seen an Unforgivable, have you? Most people cannot cast them. It takes a certain type of person to cast something so powerful. Offensive magic may be something that demands power and we all know the strongest can perform insane amount without even uttering a word. You're talented at charms, Quinn, but you're not the type of person for that. You're a healer, not a fighter. You're meant to pick up the pieces when people like me have gone. No matter what the outcome, you're the kind of person who repairs people's spirits and gives them reason to carry on. You're not a fighter, Caroline." He walked out into the hall and pointed down along the halls. "Get out whilst you can. Apirate home and get with your family, use a safe house if you can. I would even encourage the use of a Secret Keeper, stay out of sight until the Ministry gives word."

George made a break along the empty side of the hall, pushing the occasional person out of his way. He had hoped his speech would have been enough to deter Caroline Quinn. He wasn't a public speaker, he never gave the empowering speeches others did. The Minister was there for that. He just hoped she'd have the sense to listen to him and head home. He didn't want her death on his hands, it was the last thing he needed. They would have a lot of cleaning up to do, no matter the results. He pushed his way into the lifts, elbowing a younger man out of his way. He would be in the Atrium within minutes, standing along side a group he knew well and a group he knew were stronger than anyone else in the Ministry. Despite Scrimgeour being a lot older than himself, as previous Head Auror, George felt safe in his hands. They would stand strong, fight, probably die and hopefully win. It occurred to none of them that it wasn't possible. Sheer forces alone couldn't take on the Death Eaters, no one seemed to even consider the fact.

George pushed his way out of the elevator, almost breaking the thick metal fencing that kept everyone safe. The atrium was already filling, mostly with those dressed in black, like himself, but also with random employees who seemed to think that taking part would bring them valor and an ability to survive the entire ordeal. It would only take one spell before they'd be another number on the body count.

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The Ministry has fallen.... They are coming- a Harry Potter RP (Cautious Cretin and The Dookie Nut)

George may not have been an Auror who dealt with the worst, the rampages, the werewolves, the dementors or the inferi, but the sheer number of reports were beginning to overshadow everything else his department was trying hard to prevent. Not much information ever left the Department for Magical Law Enforcement that the public didn't need to know. The Prophet told them all of sightings, but never of how many. It was terrifying really. He gave a short sigh and passed a small smile. In all his exhaustion, it was a mere moment of vulnerability. They all shared it, they all had it. Yet it was his job to hide it, to make sure people felt safe, something of which had become a vague hope and dream. They weren't safe anymore and they all knew it. People couldn't leave there homes in fear of snatchers, Death Eaters or He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named himself. He glanced over to Caroline and nodded. She had a point.

"I'll try to work those spells in there without reason. They are difficult." He'd leave out the Patronas Charm. Ever since his escorting trip, his ability to cast the charm, something which was required of all staff within the Department, had all but vanished. He couldn't beat his own fear of the creatures, he probably never would. "I'll try to keep it simple." He commented, sighing a little. He wasn't going to admit things. He wasn't going to give everyone else a reason to think he was weaker than he really was. Not when he was supposed to be a Hit Wizard. Of course he wasn't an Auror, he was too temperamental for that. However, there were times when even he suspected they'd detected this weakness, this underlying fear and insecurity about the world now.

He picked his head back up when she spoke. The nerves were clear, they were more obvious than he'd first noticed.

"Yes, things are getting out of hand. We've already lost two this month. The Auror's are struggling. With the students going back in a few weeks, numbers will be even further down. We can't leave them without protection." He spoke almost without sound. People didn't need to know, that's what he'd been told. Sure panic would flurry if everyone knew but at the same time, leaving people in the dark was the worst option. People would be blind as to what was truly happening. "I was only eleven. I remember being scared and being forced to stay at school over the Christmas holidays but that's it. I remember the teachers being scared too, everyone was but I don't remember much else. It feels worse this time." They'd stop it all though... They had to. Not matter what it took, they would stop all this madness, even with the help of a foreign government. Yet even they weren't without fear. The giants weren't just coming from Scotland and the highlands. There were reports of Austrian and Hungarian giants on the move.

George gave out a short sigh and shakily stood up straight. He needed to compose himself, completely.
"This doesn't leave your mouth. I'll lose my head if it gets out. Its as bad as the Ministry says it is and that's all anyone can know." His tone rose and a somewhat authoritive sound took over. He wouldn't allow the panic and the mayhem to be put on his head. "Just keep everything I've told you to yourself, I can't have a riot on my hands." He was already on probation for all his years of accidents and mishaps. He stepped out the way of the door once more, giving Caroline leave to head back to her own office. He was grateful for the conversation, to share his concerns with another so easily.

He moved his hands into his pockets, pushing himself into his usual character. He didn't smile however, instead he simply furrowed his eyebrows and waited. It was a silent moment before something caught his ear.
"Morsmordre."
He pulled his wand from his pocket and pushed against the door. He could feel a similar force on the other side. He could hear panicking too, shouting, screaming. He glanced over to Caroline and pushed harder. With the force of a higher number of people on the other side of the door, they swung open and forced George back against the wall. He could hear the sounds of other offices emptying to see exactly what had caused the panic. Yet with the sheer number of people in the halls now, he couldn't even move.

From what he could see, inside the room stood a huge, wide green mist. The same green mist that each person knew so well. His heart started pounding. People were dashing about, running back and forth, finding friends and hurrying towards the lifts. He began to push forwards, elbowing his way towards the door. He was the only wizard on his floor who would have any idea how to tackle whatever had caused the mark in there. He pushed towards the doors, shoving his own way. He feet carried him along with the crowd, eventually shoving him up against a wall.

"Bombarda!" He yelled. The noise itself was enough to cause everyone in the halls to stop. Yet the sight of the walls opening and stone scattering into the air caused more ruckas than needed. George threw himself into the office once again and made a quick gesture with his wand. He wasn't skilled at unspoken magic but silently casting a restricting charm worked at treat with people like the man before him. George watched the man fall, arms and legs trapped by his sides. It was only on closer inspection that George noticed something. He furrowed his eyes and swore loudly. How did this get past security? They checked for the Imperius curse.. He turned slowly back to Caroline and frowned.

The Ministry has fallen.... They are coming- a Harry Potter RP (Cautious Cretin and The Dookie Nut)

He may have had a bed reserved in St Mungo's, alongside the rest of his team, yet he had previously doubted anyone there would have a clue what on earth was wrong with his arm. Raising an eyebrow, he stared bewildered at Caroline. How could one person be so interested in something like this? He watched her for a moment, observing the almost giddy nature of the women before him. There was relief in knowing what was wrong, but more in knowing whatever it was could be fixed. The last thing anyone needed was an arm down during these months.

The more Quinn talked, the more disgusted George appeared to be. It was uncomfortable to think that, had he ignored it, by the weekend he'd be a tree, perhaps no longer living. Yet, he continued to watch, still baffled by her interest in the spell's purpose. He's been clever enough to raise an arm, although had his concentration not been on another, this whole ordeal could have been avoided. It had damped his ego somewhat, especially having to prove his slight incompetence to another member of the faculty. He enjoyed the respect he was given, whether it was actually people's fear or simply caused by his intimidating nature, he wasn't entirely sure. Then again, it could have been neither.

George continued to watch Caroline although her knowledge in where the spell had come from and it's histories, and it's uses, and the overall effects had struck George was boring. He'd taken Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, even forced himself through two final years of Potions but regardless, he found her lecture, if you will, to be a tad boring. Quietly, he stifled a yawn. He watched as the remainder of the mark disappeared, allowing him to return his arm to his side once more. It was odd to think someone had practically set out to try and kill him; of course it came with the job yet the prospect was a little concerning. It wasn't often that an Unforgivable passed his way, although the whole office had been given extra training towards them. They were a much higher risk now..

He handed the parchment over, soon raising an eyebrow himself at Quinn's sudden amusement. George couldn't quite tell if he was insulted or annoyed. He blinked a few times and scoffed. She wasn't being serious? Regardless, she seemed to carry on. It was almost a joke! George stood still, his arms folded in an attempt at preventing any impulsive desire to punch the nose in front of him. She may have known more wacky spells than him but he was still certain his fists were a lot stronger than her own.

Her change of topic, however, intrigued him. He rose an interested eyebrow and leant casually against the wall. If she had any sense- No, there it was! The ego boost. He smirked and twisted his wand between his fingers, entertaining himself silently. She was right though, the Ministry wasn't in its usual cheer. He was aware leaflets were in the print this afternoon, all to the sent out by tomorrow morning. The Ministry was certainly going to get darker and drearier as the months went on. The sooner they finished all this- the better.

He turned his eyes to the floor as she carried on speaking, allowing himself to watch the odd witch or wizard who chose to hurry down the hall, lacking the usual smiles most people bore. The change in tone again caught his attention. Again, he felt insulted, threatened and perhaps even humiliated.

"Miss Quinn-" He took the opportunity to emphasise the title of the women before him. "-Do you not think we have extra work ourselves? Whilst you're in there dealing with home-brews and awful spells everyone stopped using, some of us are rushing around catching Snatchers and tracking down the sudden increase in werewolf cases." He sighed and forced down large inhalation of air. "However, if I feel this lot can't save their own skin when it comes to simple protective magic, I'll be out the door by 5:15." George gave a loud sigh and rolled his shoulders.

"Just make sure everyone is prepared. It doesn't take much to perform this spells but you'd be surprised just how many of them find it difficult." George stuffed his wand back into his pocket and sighed. "I suggest a briefing wouldn't go amiss. Although keeping it solely within the department is a good idea." He sighed once more and opened the door back to Quinn's office. "I'd rather this not be a waste of my time. This sort of thing tends to be if people aren't prepared." He pulled the door closed again and sighed. "Do you not think perhaps more specific spells should be mentioned? I've already had four reports this week of things I'd rather others didn't know."

Previously during the week, there had been several reports of Giant sightings in the peaks in Scotland, as well as several inferi reports. Luckily George hadn't been involved during those investigations but with the increase of random Dementor sightings, George couldn't help but feel at unease himself. He'd turned down far too many reports that involved a Dementor.

The Ministry has fallen.... They are coming- a Harry Potter RP (Cautious Cretin and The Dookie Nut)

Four men, each dressed in black, bustled with the crowds. The hum wasnt so loud today, what was left of the usual morning chatter was almost silent. The four men trudged through the less than enthusiastic crowds managing to catch up with the fifth member of their own team.

"Nott, you look rough." One man commented, catching him on the shoulder. The man turned and nodded, gesturing their voices down low. George pulled the first man in close and frowned.

"Snatchers."

"You can't be serious?"

"I caught a message. Found them all hunting muggle borns near Holt." The five all sighed. People were aware, it was haunting them all but now they all knew just how quickly it was escalating. "I honestly don't think flyers and education is going to stop this." Voices were dropped low, almost to nothing. George soon continued his way towards the elevators.

No one spoke of snatchers, giants, or the number of muggle murders that seemed unsolvable to muggle police. The Auror's were dealing with those, which continued much to George's own resentment. He were playing by rules and adhering to the slightest instruction. He'd do a good job and eventually get his place there. The lift gave a ping as the door's opened on the second floor.

"Department for Magical Law Enforcement." A voice rang, sweet and somehow unaffected by all the paranoia and incoming terror. All but George left the lift.

"You not coming, Nott?" George shook his head.

"They were Spanish." He commented simply. The doors were slid shut as the lift continued another floor up. The voice rang out once more and he stepped off. He was grateful for his team's silence on the matter. The last half of their staff needed was to panic over family and children; of course most of which would be shipped back to school in the next week.

George made a hasty dash for someone within the department. He nodded and smiled. An emotion that was dropped as soon as the selected staff member had drifted off behind him. He finally reached a door and pushed it open; he'd never cared for knocking.

"Quinn?" He asked, soon spotting her. He whistled her over and stepped outside the office. "Two things really." He pulled up his left sleeve. "What the hell is this?" During a duel in the previous evening, before either of the two nearest Auror's had apirated, George had found himself hit with what had seemed like a simple home-brewed hex. However, the long tree like mark on his arm- He wasn't entirely comfortable.

"Second thing-" He gestured her closer. "Frenis hates me, I need this files owled to Spain, this morning." He handed over a selection of sealed parchments. Grimsur Frenis was the Head of the Department for International Magical Cooperation, and after number visits on behalf of his own team, both George and himself had grown to dislike each other. The former had guessed it to be for his severe lack of manners and polite lies.

The Ministry has fallen.... They are coming- a Harry Potter RP (Cautious Cretin and The Dookie Nut)

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Name**George Nott
Age**31
Wand**12" Aspen Dragon Heart String
Hogwarts House**Gryfindor
Boggart**Dementor (After escorting a criminal to Azakban)

Job Title and Description**Hit Wizard on the Magical Law Enforcement Squad, within The Department for Magical Law Enforcement

Ambition**Having previously wished to become an Auror, George pushed aside his ambition as he'd failed. His hot headed temper wasn't something they needed, nod his impulsive attitude. George now holds no ambitions. However, occasionally toys with the idea of still becoming an Auror. He looks up to them quietly and despises them equally.

Strengths**George is a duellist, being paired with an Aspen wand proved that so. He is practiced at Transfiguration and pushed his flight skills often, giving way to be good at the chase when Apiration is prevented. He is also held for having a strong stomach, as well as being a tough punch and a hard drinker, when the time calls. His school talents were not so much in books but in the field. His essays were bad, often ranging from A-D, but his practical exams were often E, pushing his scores in the acceptable ranges for Ministry approval. He never chose to try out for Quidditch but enjoyed flying around the castle whenever the time allowed. He preferred racing, dodging towers and bridges, now which has come in handy when cashing someone about a major city.

Personality**George is a lad's lad. A Quidditch fan and a duelling lover. He will drink with his team and spend most of his few time with other single members of his squad. However, he's hot-headed, impulsive and reckless. If it wasn't for his dedication and talents, he most certainly would have lost his job. There is a sense of loyalty about him, a strong feeling of purpose within the Ministry. He does his job for two reasons, he loves the sport and he loves the smug feeling when justice is done. There is, however, underneath everything, a fear, an insecurity of the world around him. When allowed to voice his thoughts truthfully and without judgement, he will often express how the world now is different and much, much worse. He fears the worst, and with good reason.

Bio**George's first trip to Hogwarts had been as mesmerising as any other's, however back then the world was frightening. Things we happening that only the older students really understood. The teachers knew full well that something wasn't quite right. Students would occasionally be sent home, all told to go visit family due to 'reasons they couldn't discuss.' However, under all that terror, the students ate, laughed and learnt like any other time of year, any other dark period in Wizarding History. They all believed Hogwarts would remain standing.

George's first year was no special event, he continued his schooling with enjoyable innocence considering the outside world. He expected to be home for Christmas, joining his elder brother's as they headed home for the winter. Yet he remained. His brothers were 6th and 7th year. His eldest brother seemed elated to have been going home, the second eldest however, didn't share the same feelings. Despite every worry, he excelled at transfiguration, though always in practise. He wasn't aware of his lifetime ambition at this point so continued at a leisurely pace.

The summer of his first year was spent with his second eldest brother. His family were a distance branch of Pureblood wizard's, of course all somehow related to the Black's, the Pruett's, and the Malfoy's. It never really played on his mind until third year. His father was mostly absent that summer, with his mother occasionally showing his face.

He could remember one night soon after he had gotten home. Both his brother and himself were sat quietly by the fire, his second eldest brother was nose deep in a book he'd never understand, something he would later come to realise was wand law. Upon getting his Aspen wand, his brother had almost exploded. He had mentioned its meanings and its talents. Something which he would not realise himself until third year. However, he remembered one night, both boy's were quiet.

The house was still, only fire and page turning. The sun had long gone down, stretching into the early morning of that summer. His eldest brother apirated into the hallway, immediately falling on the floor. Both boys ran from their seats in the living room to try and figure the commotion. Soon they heard another crack. Their father appeared in the hallway, wand raised and voice booming.
"You let them see. Someone saw you. You were specifically told to keep it silent." Neither George or the second eldest, Arthur, understood exactly what had happened. The eldest was still scrambling on the floor, determined to finally find his feet again. The boy was sweaty, cold and shaking. It was only in his adult life that George found out his brother was in charge of three accounts of the Cruciatus Curse, they were weak but enough to keep him in Azkaban, where he'd stayed until the jailbreak.

George could remember one day of the summer that stood out in particular. He remembered seeing owls all over the place. Their Norwich home was situated within the inner city, giving way to George's owl sightings. The muggles were confused, which clearly meant there were wizard's involved. He didn't understand why his parents were packing bags and picking up shop for their sudden decision to move north to Leeds. They had no family in Leeds...

Summer ended quickly, and during the journey back to Hogwarts he noticed considerably high spirits.

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