Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, you know the drill.
A/N: This isn't my frist Harry Potter fanfic but my first one of this caliber. So don't be too harsh guys. Thanks!
A man was sitting ina highly pollished room, an office that looked hardly lived in. His face looked tired and weather by time. In one hand he held a glass of brandy and he was drumming the mahogany desk with his fingers. His face was expectant, his eyes darted to the grandfather clock in the corner from time to time. After what seemed like an eternity another man appeared in the room with a loud crack. The man at the table lifted his eyes to the guest.
"Albus," He said "Always a pleasure." But his eyes told otherwise.
"And you Rufus," The old man said. He was draped in purple robes and stared at the other man through his half moon spectacles. One hand was hidden in his robes, when he sat down the robes flapped to reveal a black injury. The man hid it quickly.
"I see you have indured injury?" The man behind the table remarked.
"I have," the other man said, "But that is not the reason you have called on me."
"Quite right Albus, quite right." The man replied, taking a swig of his brandy.
"I see you have replaced Cornelius as the new minister?" The guest remarked.
"I have," The man said refilling his glass, but making no action to offer any to his guest. The guest merely nodded, with no indication of approvel or dissaprovel.
"I have a matter of importance to discuss with you." The man grunted.
"You said so in your letter," The guest said calmly. The man opened a desk drawer and pulled out a pile of ragged parchment and shoved them towards his guest. The guest took them and scanned them, his brow furrowed.
"Tom Riddle?" The guest asked curiously.
"Its the only way Albus," the minister said.
"You certainly don't mean the ministry wants to meddle in time?"
"Its our only choice Albus, you see the evidence before you. He's quickly becoming invinsible and the ministry has agreed that this is the only solution."
"No," The guest said shaking his head, "Riddle won't listen to me."
"I know he won't, turn the page Albus." The man sipping his brandy. The guest turned the page to see a picture of a teenage girl with notes scribbled below it. In the picture she was standing next to a man that looked to be her father. It seemed to be cut out of a newspaper.
"Your telling me I have to put one of my students in danger?" The guest said, nearing anger.
"Albus, it's the only way." The man said wearily.
"I won't do it," The guest said standing up.
"Don't be unreasonable, you should know this is the only way to take Voldemort down." The man said, standing up as well.
"Not one of my students, she is only sixteen." the guest said looking at the battered piece of parchment.
"She's perfect and you know it." The man said, "You need to understand how many lives she will save."
"You of all people should know not to meddle in time." The guest said crossly.
"I wouldn't if it wasn't our only choice, our only chance. You are the ones with the means, Albus. Think about it." The man picked up the parchment and handed it to his guest. The guest took it and with a crack, he was gone. The man sighed and sat back down, he poured himself another glass of brandy with an air of satisfaction. He had accomplished the task he had set out to do.