I need to kill some time and there's not enough Fudge bashing fics out there.
I own nothing and nobody!
His bed is too cold and lonely, his blankets are too hot, his night shirt is stiff, uncomfortable and scratchy the only thing he has left now besides a few sickles and muggle money. But even all that is not the real reason he wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in cold and hot sweat the ghost of a scream still on his lips.
No.
What wakes him up in the middle of the night are the voices and the eyes.
The voices, of the Muggle born sentenced to the demintors kiss even the children! who's only crime had been practing magic out of a magic family.
And the eyes, horrible wide bloody eyes all pointed at him as if accusing him as if he is to blame for it all! Blaming him for everything!
He tries to deny it but deep deep down he knows its all his fault they are suffering. Because he didn't believe the boy Harry Potter accusation of the feared one being back and turned a blind eye to it just to keep his comfortable position in office and acted quickly in the wake of his rebirth.
No! he did worse then ignore that. He had smeared dirt on his name of the very boy who saved them the first time. Caused him to be forever scared by Umbridge who he once though was the most charming lady he had every worked for! Caused what faith he did have in the old minister to vanish.
Does he ever regret it?
Either way he wakes up each night in a cold tremor.
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Short, I know. but, yeah...