The Sacking of Fudge

A plump man sat behind a giant oak desk which was unusually clear. His name is Cornelius Oswald Fudge. He looked anxiously at the door from which he could hear a low murmur of noise. It grew louder suddenly and Fudge twiddled his fingers and then stood up and drew his wand. He summoned a brown leather case to his desk and opened it.

"Pack!" said Fudge calmly.

The few items left on the desk flew into the open bag. He closed the bag, took it in his hand and moved out behind the desk and walked towards the door.

Fudge removed a green bowler hat from his coat stand as there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," said Fudge. The door opened and revealed Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"It is time," said Kingsley in his deep voice

Fudge nodded and strode out of the door closely followed by Kinglsey who had his wand drawn. The ministry's corridors were empty and the lift foyer quiet. They both stepped into the lift, the noise getting louder as they rose.

"There is a bit of a rowdy crowd out this morning. The whole auror department is out to get you away safely. But, if it wasn't for my job being at stake I wouldn't miss this opportunity to jinx you," patronized Kingsley," I don't think the other aurors to keen either. Especially Dawlish."

"Kinglsey. I have messed up. I know that," croaked Fudge. Tears were silently streaking down his face. The lift came to a halt.

As the lift door opened nothing could have prepared Cornelius for the roar as he stepped out. Close to a thousand witches and wizards lined the sides of the atrium, hurling abuse at the small stout man walking out of the lift.

Kinglsey signaled to a group of people surrounding the crowd. A cry of "protego" echoed from all sides as some of the crowd fired spells and Fudge and moved forward. Fudge walked slowly and tried to act calm as the aurors struggled to contain the crowd. Tears kept coming as Fudge tried to ignore the riot going on around him.

"Once you're out of the ministry's protection. You are on your own. Alright. All the witches and wizards you have angered will be out there… and coming out of here. Good luck," shouted Kingsley as he took down a pair of hysterical women.

Suddenly a jinx broke the through the shield charms and his hat was torn a part. His hair askew, Fudge trudged on. He finally got to the fires and with one last look, he steeped in.

The streets of London were quiet and desolate.

He had walked for about five minutes when he felt the air shift around him. Cornelius drew his wand. Filius Flitwick was standing in front of him, his wand pointing directly into Cornelius's chest.

"Filius. What are you doing? What has provoked this?"

"Well… Your incompetence killed two of my dearest friends and endangered the life of my Dumblydore," cried Filius.

"Your who now?" asked a bewildered Cornelius. Expelliarmus. Cornelius's wand flew out of his.

" My lov-," started Flitwick

"Don't say it."

"I always new you wanted him but you didn't get him in the end. You never will. Good riddance Fudge."

Avada Kedavra.