Amelia's POV
It took Alastor ten minutes to get to her office. When he did, he stomped in, threw himself in a chair and said, "This better be important, Amelia. I was listening to a very interesting conversation." He was actually feeling better about himself, doing something productive. The dirt he was getting on those he wanted to have arrested, or taken down, was invaluable. So, he was frustrated that she called him away from that.
"You can get back to your spying soon," she assured him, then pointed to the box in the corner. "Potter and Black were just here and left us a present," she said with a sly grin.
Moody looked at the box with his enhanced eye. "It's full of doxies," he stated grimly, thinking she was playing a prank on him.
"Ah, but these doxies are different," she said with a smile. "They're sentient. I've already spoken with the queen, she is quite coherent."
"What does that have to do with us?" the grumpy man asked, eyeballing the box again.
"According to Potter, they've formed an army. He said the queen is willing to sign a treaty and patrol our tunnels. Can you image having dozens of little spies in the Ministry? I'm not sure if they can read, but they can listen and talk," she said seriously. Now that she was thinking about it, it would be a great boon to have an unseen spy network. If the wording of the treaty were good, they would be loyal only to the head of the DMLE. Finding criminals in the building would become much easier.
"What are you think, Amelia? I know you have something planned, or you wouldn't have called me," Alastor grumped, not liking were this was going. Spying was one thing, but training was a completely different type of spell.
Bones smiled. "Now, Alastor, I know you don't like retirement, so I'm going to offer you a job. I can pay as a consultant, it isn't much, but it'll give you a nice addition to your pension. That and this will protect the Ministry against the Death Eaters you've found. Think about how you can train them and get them to take out the enemy with no one being the wiser," she enticed, hoping to win the man over.
"Are you telling me you're giving me permission to 'take care of' the scum in this building?" Moody asked, perking up a bit. He never liked the namby-pamby way everyone handled the enemy. Leaving someone who is out to kill you at your back was just plan stupid. Look at what that got him. A wooden leg, and missing eye, and chunks of flesh gone. A dead enemy wasn't a threat.
"I can't do that, and you know that, Alastor. However, I can't control pest like doxies. If they were to accidently kill someone… well, pest control is not my department," she said with a smile. "I'm trusting you with this, Alastor. I don't want to have to arrest you for killing off the fools that run the Ministry. I can overlook some things, but not others. I'm sure you know which is which," she added harshly. She knew his views on fighting, so borders had to be set from the start.
Moody harrumphed, his eye going to the box once again. He could see now that they weren't just mindlessly flying around. There were conversations going on, drills being performed, and there were even games being played. It looked like this 'army' was bored. He delved further and could see the queen tending her eggs. There were helpers accompanying her, which was not unusual, but they seemed to be communicating with one another, which was. They were organized, he could work with that. "Alright," he said, turning to Bones, "I'll give it a go, but I want that treaty in place first. I don't want any 'accidents' happening to me. There's going to have to be some sort of binding to control them. They can't make a vow, like the goblins. Nothing too restrictive, but something."
"Wonderful. Potter said his lawyer's firm will draw up the paperwork, so I'll owl him and set it up. Why don't you come back tomorrow, and we'll see where it goes?" she said, almost clapping her hands like a schoolgirl.
"I'm going to finish looking around today," he countered, "I'll bring the map back a 5:30 sharp." He got up and stomped away, plans running through his head as he went to figure out good strategic points in the tunnels. He was also going over what wording the treat should have, and trying to figure out what the blasted doxies ate.
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