Author's Note: I am still getting use to using Fanfiction, could someone give me advice on format and stuff? I am not good with a PC so I don't understand all this technical stuff like PDF, JPG, ETC.
Every shelf and case was filled with artifacts, some dark, some good, and some there just to be intimidating. This was the office of Cornelius Fudge.
He would always in the morning read the DAILY PROPHET and do his morning checkup. It mainly consisted of things like: Are the dementors in Azkaban doing their job? Were there any incidents with muggles? These thoughts relentlessly troubled his mind until one day he came to find a time where muggles and wizards would be locked in combat and almost face extinction.
This is that story
It mainly started with the little things, like shrinking keys and honking tea kettles. These were easy to suppress and obliviate and he rarely ever gave thought to any of them. Till one day a muggleborn infant was in a public library in London, and just happened to make all the books dance and sing until all muggles that saw the commotion had to be kept briefly in solitary for memory management. The Prime Minister, who knew Fudge quite well, was getting uncooperative and rather ignorant. It was like a chain reaction; One thing happened, which made another thing happen, until it was a full blown problem.
As I get use to using Fanfiction the chapters will eventually get longer I suppose. School has ended for me and summer time is here. I'm looking forward to going fishing.
