"I'm home."
"Dad!"
Reza Siahaan hugged his son as soon as he entered his house. He lifted the boy and looked at his wife, a Muggle-born Witch he'd married ten years back. Back then, he never expected it would turn into something so messy.
He was an Indonesian Wizard. He never went to a school and was pretty much homeschooled. His family came from a long line of ancient wizards, going all the way back to the Majapahit empire. Naturally, he grew up in wealth and with certain expectations.
Just like Purebloods in the United Kingdom, and other places across the world, his own family was amongst the purists. He was expected to marry a woman his family would choose, another pureblood Witch from another significant family.
But when he defied them and married for love instead, the consequences were far greater than he could have imagined. Being the only son of his parents, once he got married, his family lost the name, and the wealth, and the coalition of powerful, old families stripped everything of value the family had. In the end, his parents chose to end themselves rather than to live like that.
Left alone, he only had himself, his wife, and the newborn son. They tried to hunt him down and end his bloodline for good. He hid in forests, on islands, and across Asia.
That was when he came across a British Witch trying to recruit wizards like him. Wizards who were wronged by the purists. He was skeptical, but he took the leap of faith, and from that moment, everything changed.
Now, he lived in the UK, working for Dudley Dursley, acting like a common wand for hire, guarding the D&D Headquarters in London. He felt proud and powerful, knowing the might of Vanguards stood with him, and the vow with Dudley Dursley ensured that his rights and his life would be protected if threatened.
Sure, he was scared of the news that the Dark Lord had risen. But Dudley Dursley had personally guaranteed them that eventually, they'd crush the Dark Lord like an insect.
"Let's eat."
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"This is how you use the copy machine."
Narcissa Malfoy watched Martha Rockwell, Dudley's Chief Secretary. It being her training period, she was to learn everything about Muggle offices. From copy machines to telephones, and even computers. It was an entirely new world for her.
At first, she was stiff. Disdainful of the items Muggles had created, and the Muggle society in general. But as days went by, and she reported for her job on time, she noticed the inventions. She knew about telephones with wires, but when she saw the wireless mobile phone, she was shocked. Then she saw a computer and the internet, and for the first time, she realized how connected the Muggle world was.
Far more than what the magical world could ever hope for. While wizards still relied on owls, Muggles had an instant exchange of words through E-mail. Entire business contracts were shared, and entire financial deals were made without even leaving one's office.
That wall of pride slowly started to crack. She genuinely tried to learn and understand the Muggle technologies. The more she learned, the more she found it amusing. And as she heard from Martha what Dudley did exactly, she wondered if Dudley was so successful because he was a Muggle-born.
Investing in technology around the world. Those investments had manifolded already. Giving returns that far exceeded the entire wealth of Malfoys.
At last, she understood him. For Dudley, taking Malfoy wealth was never about money. Malfoy wealth didn't mean anything, it was far below what Dudley already had. No, Dudley's actions were purely aimed at revenge.
"I understand," Narcissa said and repeated after Martha, using the copy machine.
"Excellent. Now then, let me acquaint you with the coffee machine. You'll be assuming the role of Executive Secretary under my supervision. Not to worry—this is hardly where your journey ends. Mr. Dursley has asked me to introduce you gently to the workings of the administration. With luck and diligence, you'll rise from Junior Clerk to Administrative Associate in good time." Martha led Narcissa over to Dudley's office suite. Although Dudley wasn't there, Martha, Narcissa, and a few secretaries were still stationed in the large hall outside Dudley's office.
As they walked, Narcissa eyed the people. She was already aware that she wasn't the only Witch or Wizard there. There were others, Muggle-borns, all of them. They worked in the office like anyone else. The drivers of the executives were also Squibs. D&D Holdings was a melting pot of Muggles and wizards.
"And this shall be your cubicle. My office is just there—the one with my name on the door. Should you require anything, do feel free to knock at any time." Martha said and pointed at a booklet on the cubicle desk. "For now, please familiarize yourself with the code of conduct and memorize as much as you're able."
Narcissa nodded and took a seat. The air was clean in the office, and the faint hum of the air conditioner was audible. She felt out of place, wearing a Muggle office outfit, a white shirt, a knee-length black skirt, black stockings, black heels, and hair made silky smooth, untied. She felt more like a woman on display to someone, although there was nobody to see her.
As the chair softly creaked, she sighed alone and looked at the ceiling where a large light was hanging.
Will this be my life now? For how long?
But it was still better than being penniless or a Death Eater. At least nobody disrespected her, and Martha was kind, despite being a Squib and knowledgeable of her ancestry and past.
For Draco… Once he completes Hogwarts, we can leave this country.
And until then, she hoped to amass some wealth by working.
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Hogwarts,
"Thank you, Headmaster. For those kind words of welcome."
There was silence in the Great Hall. The students had just arrived for dinner, and the sorting ceremony had taken place. And now, a woman fully dressed in pink interrupted Dumbledore and took the podium to speak.
Short in stature, with a broad, flabby face, a wide, slack mouth, and a short neck. Truly, a face only a mother could love. But again, her father threw out her mother for birthing a Squib son. And Dolores, being the dumb bitch she was, hated her Muggle heritage.
Dolores walked on the high platform of the teachers, eyeing the students. Her eyes were bulging even with those large eyebags. The woman had not a single redeeming quality. Not physically, nor mentally. She was like a fly perched dangerously above a toad, a fly that only lived to be quashed, and killed.
"Man, I feel like my ears will shatter." Dudley groaned whilst sitting between Hannah and Susan, their hands doing the usual, caressing his thighs and waking up the sleeping dragon.
But why's she here? Harry didn't get attacked by the Dementors as far as I know.
"And how lovely to see all your bright, happy faces, smiling up at me—"
Cough! Cough! Cough!
Dudley suddenly coughed loudly, the only guy making any noise among the students. All eyes turned towards him, same for Dolores.
Pfft! Man, being fucking absurdly filthy rich is fun. She can't do shit to me.
He really was just fucking around. Hogwarts was his territory, and there was no need to hide and cower there. Not at all with his private army outside.
"Ah, sorry, choked on some apple juice. Please continue." Dudley said, waving his hand.
Susan and Hannah on his sides shrank their necks, as if embarrassed.
Surprisingly, Dumbledore was smiling while looking at Dudley, as if enjoying that Dolores was interrupted.
"Well, I hope you're well now." Dolores continued, "I'm sure we're all going to be very good friends—"
Cough! Cough! Cough!
"Ah, sorry. Choked up again—Felt like a toad got stuck in my throat."
At that point, half the Hufflepuff table was covering their mouths with their hands to hide their laughter.
Dolores Umbridge didn't acknowledge Dudley's interruption anymore and kept talking. "The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. Although each headmaster has brought something new to this historic school, progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged—"
Dolores paused mid-speech again as she noticed a hand rising amongst the students. Her brows twitched when it turned out to be Dudley again. "Yes?"
Dudley stood up this time. "So, no exams then? They're just a formality, really. It's not like they serve any other purpose—they exist for the sake of progress no?"
Dolores Umbridge frowned and glanced at Dumbledore to reprimand the student. But in response, she received a nod, as if told to answer the student.
"Exams are vital to find worthy wizards who can serve our society the best. We should only preserve what must be preserved. Perfect what can be perfected—"
Without even sitting, Dudley raised his hand and asked. "Professor Umbridge, are you a representative of the Ministry?"
All eyes turned toward the pink-clad woman.
Since it was an open secret, Dolores nodded.
"Great!" Dudley chirped, smiling brightly. "So, since we should preserve and perfect, I was saying, when will the Ministry buy its students new brooms? Shouldn't we be learning to fly on the best? Oh, also, the castle looks pretty dirty, I mean, look behind you, look at that corner, so dark."
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