Harry sat down at his desk and sighed, cradling his head in his hands. He wondered when it had gotten this bad, when the light had started betraying everything it stood for.

When Harry defeated Voldemort at the end of his 6th year he thought all of his problems were over, that he could finally slink into normality. Normality, Harry snorted at the thought. People thought that now the big bad Dark Lord was gone they could live in peace, and it was true. Just so long as you weren't a death eater. Or a Slytherin. Or a werewolf. Or a vampire. Or if you had even looked sideways at a dark arts book. Hell just so long as you stayed away from anything dark arts related (including a certain boy-who-lived) you'd probably be alright.......Well hopefully anyway.....

Harry could hardly bare the hypocrisy of it all. All Dumbledore had preached about during the war was equal rights for all magical creatures. Yeah right. Once Voldemort was out of the way Dumbledore began to show his true colours, albeit very slowly.

Instead of the obvious choice of Kingsley Shacklebolt for Minister for Magic, Arthur Weasley was instead chosen. A perfect candidate for Dumbledores manipulations. Slowly but surely the whispers in the ministers ear led to new laws being introduced, for the greater good. But of course.

Even Hermione, in all her wisdom couldn't see what was happening. Mind you with her salary she might just have chosen not to see.

So here he was. Just turned twenty-one and already obsolete. After all who needed the saviour of the wizarding world when there was nothing to save it from. Harry laughed darkly to himself. Nothing to save it from indeed.

Harry looked at the files on his desk. Nothing like what was on Ron's desk. Not that Harry was jealous. Personally he couldn't give a fuck what Ron did all day, but it was the principal that mattered. Harry was ten times the wizard Ron was and he knew it. Ron was just lucky he didn't get killed on a daily basis.

Ron was now Head of the Auror division. Youngest head in the Ministry's history. Had nothing to do with the fact that his father was the minister of course.

Harry on the other hand did grunt work, no point in trying to pretty it up. He got what nobody else wanted, or what they figured wasn't worth their time. Oh joy.

This was of why he nearly dropped dead with shock when he looked up to see Ron, sorry, Head Auror Weasley, looming over him and sneering down at him. It was almost like he had a brain transplant. Gone was the smiling, angry idiot Harry knew and loved, and in its place was a carbon copy of Draco Malfoy at his worst.

Ron just flung a file at him and walked away, clearly feeling that Harry didn't deserve to hear him speak, not that he was missing much.

Harry opened and read through the file. He placed it down and frowned. They wanted him for a large scale raid taking place that night on a group of druids who were due to celebrate some festival or other. The aurors were going to arrest them for disturbing the peace (i.e. for being druids).

He sighed and sat back into his chair. It was so unfair. So many people were being punished for things they couldn't control. Harry sat up, the beginnings of a plan forming in his mind. He knew what he had to do. First he just had to live through tonights raid.

So heres the first chaper of the new story I'm working on. If you've read my other one, I'm sorry I havn't updated it since I posted it. It just hit a dead end for me.I'll try to update this one as often as possible.
So please review and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism would be most welcome. ^.^