AN: My first fanfic so I'm sorry if it's not too good. Feel free to leave constructive criticism but please bear it in mind the only person I've ever let read my writing before is my mum. Thanks for reading my story. I'm sorry that it's a bit short
Harry hated going back to Hogwarts when it was like this. The castle was cold and desolate, bringing back fresh yet still painful memories of the war. He wandered through the ruins to Professor McGonagall's temporary office. He knocked politely and the door was quickly opened by none other than the minister of magic himself, Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"Hello Kingsley. I wasn't expecting to see you here" Harry said wearily, his face trying to at least mildly portray surprise but failing miserably. "I was actually coming here in the hope to see you Harry. However I ended up having a discussion with Minerva." He said his face equally as tired as Harry's "You see due to your involvement in the order of the phoenix we (as in the ministry of magic) have decided that to become a permanent auror you will no longer have to participate in any auror training. So would you be interested in working with us, to help us get things up and running?"
"Mmm, Ok" Harry said unsurprised. Arthur Weasley had told him that this would happen to save ministry staff for more important jobs. "So… You'll do it?" Kingsley asked cheering up slightly. He hadn't expected for Harry to agree so quickly. "Yeah… Kingsley I don't mean to be rude but can we speak later. McGonagall will be waiting"
"Yes, yes. Of course" said Kingsley quickly "I should probably set off too. Lots going on at the ministry after… Well you know." Harry nodded, he'd heard from Arthur about how hard the ministry had been working, Kingsley especially. Harry heard a crack and quickly shook his mind away from his thoughts to find that Kingsley had disaparated.