The world around Albiorix swirled and swam in a sea of green mist before it all suddenly came to an abrupt stop as Albiorix stepped out into the Ministry of Magic. The fire behind him still cackling green as it slowly died out. Giving himself a little shake, he never did get used to traveling through the floo network and likely never would. But sadly he couldn't just apparate right into the heart of the ministry. He had to sacrifice some comforts, which was nothing new to Albi. But that was the easy part, now, somehow he had to get past security without presenting his wand. Which would serve to be a true challenge, or so he thought. But as he approached the main corridor of the Ministry he found the guard post nearly overwhelmed with wizards mumbling about something that Albi couldn't quite make out. And he wasn't going to hang around to try to catch what was going on when he could just slip past and be on with his business.<br/><br/>Albiorix stepped past the panicked and frantic wizards as he moved past the Fountain of Magical Brethren into the Atrium. He was slightly disappointed that they had replaced Voldemort's Magic is Might statue, but he had figured as much. A lot of things had been changed since the last time he stood inside this ministry. But Albiorix didn't let his mind stray on these thoughts long as he moved towards the back where the lifts were located. Moving into one after a few wizards stepped out, not even paying him a passing glance as Albi caught a few of their whispers. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">Dementors, in the ministry once more!</span>" One whispered frantically to which the second replied. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">I told you that war wasn't over- it has to be them. The ones left. Who else would attack during an Auror's coronation? They wish for vengeance!</span>" The two voices faded as the gate shut Albi into the lift. To which he shook his head a bit, reminding himself what he came for. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.</span>" And as the lift suddenly veered to the side and up, Albi began to wonder what the wizard's words could mean. Someone attacking the ministry? Albiorix had thought that only Voldemort himself would have the balls to do that. But apparently, there was still someone out with a vendetta with the ministry. And if that was true, he would surely be coming in contact with them soon. Especially when he began acting again. People like this usually didn't act alone for long.<br/><br/>Though Albi wasn't sure he wanted to join up with anyone, he always worked best on his own. But now wasn't the time to stress himself about any of this. He had a mission to do, he would think more about these mysterious attackers later. And with the thought pushed from his mind the gate to the lift opened as a small voice said. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">Level 3. Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Home to the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, Invisibility Task Force, Muggle Liaison Office, Muggle-Worth Excuse Committee and the Obliviator Headquarters.</span>" Albi didn't hang around to hear her full speel as he moved down the long hallway. The hall was rather empty and quiet, and the further in the more Albi realized how many people were absent. Almost the whole floor. But then again, this Department was right above the Department of Magical Law Enforcement so if something was going on down there, then they likely evacuated this floor.<br/><br/>Regardless, this only made his task easier as Albi stepped through a door marked Oblivator's Headquarters. He moved past a few desks towards a small glass encased room clearly marked 'RECORDS'. He gave the knob a quick turn, just to find it locked. He gave a faint swear as he glanced around once more, making sure that there was still no one nearby as he pulled out his wand. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Alohomora.</span>" He said as he waved his wand in a backward S pattern to which the lock gave a satisfying click, apparently no one had thought to magically lock the door...<br/><br/>Albiorix stepped into the room as he slowly looked around at the various file drawers that were all full of multiple reports. Though the trick was to find the one he was looking for though with any luck he knew how he could find what he was looking for. Holding his wand he gave it a brief wave as he muttered "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Accio Southwick.</span>" Hoping that the file he was looking for would come flying out of one of the drawers but instead, not much of anything occurred. Apparently, the ministry was at least wise enough to put an anti-theft charm on the files. So he would have to find it the old-fashioned way.<br/><br/>He moved towards a random drawer as he began to rifle through it a few seconds, though found that that drawer held locations starting with F. So he moved down a few cabinets, trying another. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">O</span>" He muttered as he moved down a few drawers in that cabinet. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">T... S</span>" He hissed slightly as he thumbed through the many files quickly trying to find the one that he was searching for. Eventually, he found the file marked for the catastrophe in "Southwick Hampshire." Pulling it out and placing it under his arm, he flicked his wand, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Reparo.</span>" And all the files and cabinet drawers went back into to place.<br/><br/>Just as Albiriox was about to turn away he could hear the faint sound of what sounded like glass cracking, it was a sound very familiar to him. And within seconds he could see the glass in his peripheral beginning to fog up and the dreadful chill began to fill the room. The lights above Albi that had previously had been shine strong began to flicker slightly before it all began to fade into darkness and depression began to take route. Albiorix began to turn around just in time to see a floating black cloaked figure began to float over the desks towards him. It's slimy bone like arm reaching out from under its tattered cloth towards Albiorix. Wand in hand, he began to raise it to point towards the dementor as it approached. His hand began to shake as he tried to focus on a happy moment. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Ex-pecto Patronus...</span>" He muttered though not even a whisp of white escaped his wands tip. Sadly, Albiorix couldn't recall a moment in his life where he felt truly, happy. It was this cooped with his past that caused dementors to have such a strong effect on him. Albi had hoped when Voldemort had parished he had seen the last of Dementors. But as the dementor closed in it started again, Albiorix could hear a man's frantic screaming. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">Please! Leave him alone! He's just a boy, he doesn't even know what he's doing!</span>" Slowly the world around Albiorix began to fade to darkness, the file under his arm falling to the ground in a scatter of papers. His wand slipping from his fingers and falling to the ground and disappearing under a cabinet out of sight. And the last thing that Albiorix saw just before he passed out was a flick of silver appearing behind the dementor just before he heard all of their blood-curdling screams, his own screams.