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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/11577632/8/Amelia glanced at Dumbledore, who looked resigned. "Very well," the head of the DMLE said, "but I want written orders to that effect. With your signature on them."
"Is that really necessary?" Fudge whined, "I'm sure we can just do this through normal channels."
"There are no normal channels for this, Minister," Madam Bones said icily, "if you want dementors to guard Hogwarts, you're going to have to submit a written order to that effect to the DMLE."
"And just so we're clear on this, Cornelius," Albus added, "Madam Bones and I will be submitting written statements outlining our opposition to this course of action. We will be including all of the arguments that we have made against this decision."
"Now, there's no need for that!" Fudge blustered, only to wilt as he received glares in response.
"It is absolutely necessary," Amelia said firmly, "the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and the head of the DMLE have both stated their opposition to this and we will make sure that it is on the record. As will be your decision to ignore our advice and protests."
Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair. "There will be no doubts about it, Minister. This decision is yours and yours alone. When it all goes wrong, we want there to be no doubt whatsoever about who is responsible."
"You mean if it goes wrong," Fudge protested weakly.
"No, I mean when," Dumbledore replied as he relaxed his posture somewhat, "I am fully convinced that the presence of the dementors at Hogwarts will result in something terrible happening. I just hope that my staff and I will be able to prevent it from being a true tragedy."
"And when it happens, Minister, it will be your neck on the chopping block," Amelia ground out, "there will be no blame-shifting going on. We will have those orders in writing or the dementors will be returned to Azkaban."
Fudge sweated as he took in the expressions on the faces across from him. Swallowing past a lump in his throat, he reached for a quill and parchment.
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