DISCLAIMER: As you may or may not know, I actually do not own the rights to Harry Potter (what a surprise this must be to you all) but the whole entire Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling. The only characters I own in this story are the Dark Wizard, Daniel Williamson and Mrs Balderdash. There may be some more that I own and I am looking past them.
PS- This fanfiction is not perfect. There are parts that seem like they're going to come up and be important later in the story but they dont because I am SILLY. I read over it once it was done and realised how many loose ends I forgot to tie up. Other than that it's actually pretty good :)
Being an Auror was a dangerous job, but most of the time it was office work. It paid well and was comfortable but for those who had been expecting action like there had been while the Death Eaters were still at large were to be bitterly disappointed. Things in the Wizarding world were a lot tamer than they had been a mere 10 years ago.
Dragging himself out of bed, the Auror looked at his beautiful wife lying in their bed. He hated to leave her, especially for work. Work was boring when he had to stay in the office. He stumbled to the kitchen, yawning and stretching as he walked, and with a flick of his wand, produced a bowl of cereal. As he at his bowl of cereal, still half asleep, he heard his son's footsteps from upstairs.
'Hermione! Hugo's up, could you get him? I've got to get ready for work' Ron shouted into the room he had just come from.
Ron listened as his wife made her way up to their sons room and took him into her and Ron's room. Life at home was perfect, he never wanted to leave. Today he was, once again, working in the office doing paperwork. Being an Auror always sounded so exciting, so rewarding and so… well so cool! But so far, it had just been dull. Ron would give anything for a bit more action in his job.
Once he was dressed and looking smart, Ron stepped into the fire place, dropped in the Floo Powder and shouted
'The Ministry of Magic!'
Walking through the Ministry, Ronald Weasley always felt a sense of importance, which he had always enjoyed. Despite the dull workload, people respected Aurors quite highly.
'Morning' he said cheerfully to the Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports
'Good morning!' Ron said, this time to the Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
This was Ron's favourite part of the day, the only sense of importance he got at work. The second he reached the Auror office it was always business as usual.
Taking a deep breath, Ron slumped through the doors to the Auror office where he was surprised to be greeted by none other than the Minister for Magic himself!
'Good morning, Ronald' Kingsley said cheerfully, holding out a hand for Ron to shake, 'There is some very important business I wish you to attend to. Come to my office, I will explain everything'