The golden ornate clock was ticking quietly to itself. The new minister for magic quietly paced up and down his new office pausing every 5 minutes to look at the clock on the marble mantle piece. "Still one hour to go," he thought to himself after looking at it for the tenth time. He stopped pacing and walked over to his desk which was overflowing with letters from his supporters. The wizarding world was convinced he was the right man to take power. Fudge had resigned his post after the chaos of Lord Voldemort's reign of terror. These people obviously felt they needed a leader who was tough and not afraid to take risks in these kinds of situations. He liked that, people who would support him in any situation. That was convenient.
A timid knock sounded on the door.
"Come in," called Scrimgeour not bothering to open it. He casually flicked his wand and the door opened smoothly.
"Ah, Jefferson, you're much earlier than I expected," said Scrimgeour.
"Yes Minister, you wanted to see me?" replied Jefferson. Henry Jefferson had just been promoted to junior undersecretary to the minister, he was very eager to prove himself but incredibly nervous at being asked to see the minister in person and Scrimgeour saw this as an opportunity.
"Yes, I did want to see you, I have an extra assignment for you to execute if you do well I will see to it that you will be greatly rewarded and have very successful career in the ministry." He produced a sealed envelope with the flick of his wand. It floated in mid air for a second and then flew into Jefferson's waiting hands. "All the details you need are inside that envelope, I will be expecting an owl when you have completed," explained Scrimgeour. "Oh by the way," Jefferson heard Scrimgeour call as he turned to leave, "it would probably be better if you didn't mention this little meeting to anyone, you wouldn't want any little accidents to happen to you would you now?"
"Not at all minster," mumbled Jefferson. He dipped his head and scurried out of the room.
Scrimgeour smiled to himself and strolled to his leather chair. Everything was going exactly to plan. The public was on his side, the employees at the ministry would do whatever he said. This couldn't have been better. Of course there were people who were a little too inquisitive for their own good ... and they would be dealt with. No one would want to know any unpleasant details now would they? Scrimgeour shuddered at the thought of the truth coming out. No, that would happen. Jefferson's mission was only the beginning. In time, there would be a whole new era, a whole new world.