"I don't need a bodyguard." Harry felt himself getting more and more frustrated with Kingsley. "If you hadn't noticed Tom Riddle is dead." He finished wishing like anything he could escape the ministry.

Well what was left of it, clearly in the aftermath of the war another war had broken out in the ministry itself. News that Kingsley had been made temporary Minister of Magic had pretty much caused a mass panic within the walls causing people like Ambridge who clearly had no real brains to attempt to shred any files that could be used against them and then try and grease up to Kingsley. To the ones who realized their reign of terror was finally at an end and had run for their lives.

Unfortunately for them this had proven difficult as some of the measures they had put in place themselves to stop muggleborns and captives escaping had proved to work just as well on them. Harry glanced out from the Minister's office window to the office floor below to look once again at the long line of people who had been stupefied and were lain out side by side until an official could un-stupefy them, question them and lay charges against them.

"I know this is frustrating Harry. I imagine that you wish go and hideout for quite some time. But you have to understand I just can't let Harry Potter go walking around anywhere without protection." Kingsley tried once again to get Harry to see his point of view.

"Odd how I've been doing that for the last year with Ron and Hermione." Harry pointed out dryly. "We did seem to manage alright."

"Yes but no one knew where you were. If you think you've been watched before Harry I've got news for you. No one is any longer worried about whether or not you are the chosen one. They know without a doubt you are and you have become the hottest property out there. Just look at the front pages of the news today." Kinsley pointed once again to the Daily Prophet and the special editions that had sprung up from Witch Weekly, Teen Witch and even the Quibbler. "Not to say the books as well."

Harry sighed, the headline on Teen Witch alongside a picture of him almost giving back a smoldering look of lust and winking suggestively was, 'Could you be the next chosen ones chosen one? Fill out our questionnaire to find out.'

"I don't even know where they got that picture from. It doesn't even look like me." He grunted pointing at it. "I doubt I've ever looked at someone like that in my life."

Kingsley smiled. "Well Harry if they can alter Muggle Pictures like they do for muggle magazines. I'm sure you can understand it's even easier for a witch or wizard."

"Lucky me." Harry muttered to himself. He had fallen into a deep sleep in his old four poster bed in Gryffindor tower after he, Hermione and Ron had left the Headmasters office. Thinking that he would catch some much needed sleep have a shower and then go and try and comfort the Weasley's. Instead he had woken up in a room he had never seen before in his life with a bodyguard outside his door only to find out he had been transported to the ministry for protection. Now Kingsley wasn't going to let him leave until he had provided protection for him.

"I understand that you don't like this Harry. You never have liked the spotlight. It's one of the things we of the order liked the most about you. Snape might have thought you were arrogant. But I think that was pretty much he couldn't look at you without seeing James." Kingsley couldn't help but sigh as well. "We are working on getting the burrow's wards up again, and cleaned up so that the Weasley's can return home. I understand from Bill that you knew they have been staying at their Aunts for the last month or so. Once that is done I have instructions from Molly. Well orders that you are to be taken there."

Harry had to smile at the fact that Molly wouldn't care if Kingsley was the minister or not. She would always have to have her say in what she thought was best for Harry. "I would like that sir. I need to see that they are alright, I can't imagine what they are going through with the loss of Fred." Harry hung his head just saying the words. He couldn't believe that Fred was gone. Not even after seeing it himself. "How…..?" He then dared to ask. "I also need to see Andromeda Tonks and Teddy Lupin. They have both lost everything."

These last words stuck in his throat. How could he have had allowed this to happen? He should have made sure Lupin and Tonks didn't fight. He should have thought of Teddy. Now this baby boy had nothing but his grandmother left. Harry couldn't help but feeling like his was the cause that another boy so much like himself would grow up not knowing his parents.

"Yes, I understand that you were made the boys Godfather." Kingsley leaned forward. "Did I hear correctly?"

Harry nodded. "Lupin, Black and my father were the greatest of friends. I suppose I was the last link to them for Remus. I don't know." He muttered trying to work it all out. "It's all a bit much to take on at only 17." He finished half praying to himself that Mrs Tonks would continue to look after the baby.

"Yes, well you'll be 18 in a couple of weeks. We have some things to sort out with the goblins at the bank but after that I will need you to work out some things with your vaults. I think that goblins are a little unsure themselves what to do with all your stuff." Kingsley added looking at another piece of parchment that had just flown to his desk like a paper airplane.

"What do you mean all my stuff? I just thought there was my vault, with the Blacks gold added to it?" Harry asked confused.

Kingsley smiled at Harry. "You really don't have any idea do you? Well I'm sure it won't go to your head, but you have inherited entire Potter Family and Black Family Fortune."

"Well wasn't the Potter fortune in my vault anyway?" Harry asked. He had always known there was a lot of money there especially after he had seen the Wesley's vault. But it hadn't looked like it was that much.

Kingsley smiled at him. "According to the Goblin report I've just been send that was only the money to bring you up. You came into the rest on your 17th birthday, which was in another much larger vault. It also includes large amounts of property and family heritage. Your parents look a lot of care in keeping it safe when they went into hiding. The Black's money wouldn't fit in your vault so theirs became your also. Then it seems that someone set up a trust fund for you after your parents died. People have been depositing money into it for years, something for when you reach your majority. The Potters never were ones to flash their money around, it wasn't common knowledge that they were among the wealthiest wizards and witches. I assume whoever set up the trust fund might have thought as a poor orphan you needed the money. So there you have it, you are not only the most famous wizard of our time you are also probably the richest." Kingsley explained to him. "I imagine you won't have to work a day in your life if you don't want to that is."

Harry felt like groaning all over again. "I don't want this; I don't really want the fame, fortune, anything. I would give it all away if I could bring some people back from the dead."

Kingsley nodded. "That's the Harry we all know. Try and keep up that attitude."

Then an idea hit Harry. "Could we? Do you think it would be possible for me to pay for all the funerals without any of the families finding out it was me? I mean I know the Weasley's will struggle with Fred's and Mrs Tonks has already had to bury her husband in the last month?" He asked hopefully.

Kingsley leaned back in his seat. "You could always change your trust fund into a war hero's one. I think there should be enough in there to cover all of that and a few memorials. I mean it's not like you need that money." Thinking clearly about Harry's idea.

"I would like that sir." Harry nodded. "But can it be the ministry that's behind it. I don't want my name having anything to do with it other than signing that money over."

Kinsley held out his hand. "It would be my pleasure boy. I have to say we are going to be on a tight budget around here for awhile, it will be great to be able to help the families something the staff and I were worrying about only a few hours ago."

Harry reached out and shook it happy with at least one outcome from this meeting. But the truth was he really wanted to leave, to find a spot where he felt at home. Realising that he was no longer a student at Hogwarts meant that was no longer home. The burrow was always a second after that, but with Fred gone and Ron and Hermione together he wasn't sure now just where he fit. Then there was Ginny. Harry's mind started to work overtime just thinking about her, wondering if she had missed him as much as he had missed her this year, wondering like crazy if she had met someone else. Someone she had worked with closely at Hogwarts. He tried to put this out of his mind and get back to the task on hand. He was never going to be able to talk to her if he allowed Kingsley to have bodyguard with him all of the time.

"So when the wards are back in place at the burrow you won't need to worry about me?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Nice try." Kingsley smiled at him. "I think you will be able to be safely inside. But the guards will still be there 24/7. There will be a lot of visitors and coming and going from there. We want to keep you and the Wesley's protected at this time."

Harry just nodded. He was starting to realize he wasn't going to get anywhere fast. "How long do you think it's going to last? Everyone wanting to know who I am and everything about me?" He asked hoping there would be a time limit on it.

Kingsley just roared with laughter. "I don't know if you noticed boy but the interest never stopped from when you were a baby and first defeated Tom Riddle. Now you're a hero twice over and escaped the killing curse not once but twice."

Harry rubbed his chest lightly, grimacing at what had looked like a dinner plate size bruise when he had been shown into a bathroom for a shower before being escorted up to Kingsley's office. "Doesn't mean that it didn't hurt though." He muttered.

"Look if you feel up to it. You can start writing me that report on what you've been doing all year. It doesn't need to be too long. More just what really happened at the end? Miss Granger has already submitted her Diary for the time she was away it makes for very detailed reading from what I've heard. Can't imagine it's like any other girls Diary I've ever seen. No fluff in it at all."

Harry smiled to himself. Fully aware that Hermione kept two journals while they were away, knowing full well the more personal one was probably filled with woe's about Ron.

"As long as you let me know as soon as I can get out of here, I'm not sure what's worse the Press and public you are trying to keep me safe from or all the looks of awe and interest your staff are giving me when they think I'm not looking." Harry answered.

Kingsley pointed his wand at the door and the next moment a secretary appeared and motioned for Harry to follow her. "Cassis will set you up somewhere private away from those interested eyes." He half laughed at Harry's parting glare. "I'll let you know when you can leave."