“Leader, I have information which I think will interest you.”

“What is it, Mr Almond?” his voice was void of emotion and only a small part of it perked in interest to what his messenger had said.

“Fingermen have apprehended several individuals suspected to be involved in the bombings surrounding the central bank, sir. They have been detained and questioned, and I think we’ve made some promising breakthrough.”

“Which would be…?”

“Sir, these men attribute the bombings to an unnatural source, a cause that even I couldn’t fathom before we found proof. One of the apprehended men was talking about men using wands and performing magic of some sort…”

“Do not make crude jokes with me, Mr Almond, my time is precious…”

“But sir, I’m not. There are men who use wands to perform magic. Men and women. Wizards and witches.”

“Is this some kind of a nasty trick you wish to pull on your Prime Minister, Mr Almond?” he had gotten a bit angry now. “Let me make myself clear. I am not to be made a fool of by announcing to London that the cause of the bank bombings has anything to do with the unfounded or the unproven. Neither will you have Prothero spout fairytale nonsense about witches and wizards blasting our banks open. He has to remain credible.”

“Sir, with all due respect, the supposed thieves didn’t take any money. Nothing was missing from the bank the day it was bombed. They seemed to just want to blast our money haven for the fun of it, if you know what I mean. A little target practice. We found no explosives at the site, nor anything that could even suggest a blast could have occurred. It was like the bank detonated on its own. And I do have proof that wizards and witches exist, Leader. Not only has the former Prime Minister released a signed statement for you,” a manila folder was passed over to the man, “but we’ve beaten it out of these folks to show us how they do it – a couple of forty-five-year-old ninnies, really, so it was easy to get it out of them. It’s incredible, honestly. Just a flick of a polished stick and you’ll have salted pork and fried apple for supper right before your eyes.”

The man read the contents of the folder silently for a few moments. He then got up from his seat and began pacing before a long line of computers. He wasn’t seated at a desk originally, but at a machine – a very big machine that covered the circumference of the circular room. It was dark, except for the artificial lighting that came from the high ceiling and the light blue glow of the computer screens. There were no windows, only a singular door, which was where Mr Almond now stood.

“Wizards and witches…” the man seemed to give it a thought. “Well, we mustn’t take any chances with them, must we? Add them to the list of undesirables. Any witch or wizard so much so runs free on the streets shall be arrested. These people – if you could even call them people in the first place – are a huge threat to our administration, understand? They cannot roam the streets, is that clear? Put more Fingermen out at night, that’s probably when these atrocities will come out of their little rabbit holes to perform their little magic tricks and when they do… they’ll be arrested and detained. Question them; find the source of their power. This…breed may be detrimental, but they are powerful nonetheless. After you have garnered enough information, have them executed. There is no need to have sympathy for the unnatural.”

“Understood, sir.

“Your information has been valuable today, Mr Almond. That will be all. England prevails.”

“England prevails, sir. Thank you.”

A/N: This is just a prologue! That's why it's so short =) A little Harry Potter/V for Vendetta crossover here. Just a heads up; it'll combine several sources - the movie-version of V, the graphic novel...you know, all the different sources I've ever viewed - to get one coherent story. So if you have any questions, feel free to raise them, although I hope it'll be straightforward from the start. Thanks for reading!

Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling and V for Vendetta belongs to Alan Moore.