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Imperium In Imperio

The war had entered its most desperate phase, as members of the Order of the Phoenix had started being systematically murdered. People you had met and cared for had met their demise in brutal ways, and the Ministry of Magic could not stand by any longer.

The important representatives of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement were gathered on the second level of the Ministry, awaiting the meeting that Barty Crouch had urgently called for. You anticipated a call for action to be announced, as the attacks on the Order had even taken the life of Marlene McKinnon, and you were scared it could do the same for someone even closer to you.

Damian, your secretary, looked around the room frantically, barely able to keep still. "Miss (y/n), look! It's Alastor Moody- the famous Auror. Oh! And Kingsley Shacklebolt's here too!"

"I see them, Damian. You must be a fan of the Auror department?" You raised an eyebrow, sparing a glance at the two famous wizards he had mentioned. 

Your gaze crossed with Moody, who looked at you with his magical eye for longer than what would be a coincidence. Seldom had been the times you had been intimidated by another wizard's presence, but this certainly was one of them. 

Slightly nodding in acknowledgment, you turned your attention to the front of the room, where Barty Crouch had finally made his appearance. "Members of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I thank you for attending this urgent announcement, as I know your duties are lengthy. I will cut to the chase.

"Following the brutal onslaught of our allies that we have seen happening, I am issuing an edict allowing all Ministry Aurors full permission to employ the use of the Unforgivable Curses against their enemies."

Gasps and murmurs filled the room. It was to be expected but nevertheless shocking. We're at war, it had to happen at some point, you sighed. We cannot expect to win if we do not become as terrible as our enemies. 

"As major as this might be, I can allow no further explanation, as taking the time to do so is not a luxury we can afford." Crouch clapped his hands once loudly, the sound resonating throughout the room. "Dismissed."

The crowd of wizards dispersed to their stations with haste. You once again caught a glimpse of Shacklebolt and Moody apparating before they had completely vanished. I wonder what they must feel knowing that they can use those curses with no repercussions... 

"(Y/n) (l/n), stay back, I must talk to you." Barty Crouch called out before looking at Damian. "Alone."

"Please go to my office and organize my documents before my arrival," you instructed your secretary, who nodded and scurried off.

"(Y/n), I did not announce this earlier so as to not jeopardize the secrecy of the Order; you're someone with many ties to it, so even if you're not an Auror, I implore you to use the Unforgivable curses if you must," Barty Crouch whispered, eyeing the empty area around suspiciously. 

"I assume this is an unofficial request." You frowned. "Would the Wizengamot forgive me if I killed someone, Mr. Crouch?"

"I would personally take care of that matter. Though let us hope it never gets to that."

"Hoping is all we can do," you agreed, glancing at a clock on the wall. "...If that is all, I'll be taking my leave."

You had answered the question that had crossed your mind earlier at the sight of the two famous Aurors. You felt nothing. Was it the terrors of the war that had made you indifferent to knowing you could use the Unforgivable curses? Or perhaps it was your natural nature; the expected merciless behavior of the (l/n) bloodline that finally surfaced.