Did I say two to three chapters? I lied just a little bit because I'm going to get carried away before Albus accomplishes his end goals and it all becomes clear.
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The Minister of Magic enjoyed his eclaires; he did. He enjoyed them more than any other food, but his wife so rarely let him eat to his heart's content. Something about sugar. He didn't tend to listen very closely when she went on one of those rants, too busy shielding his face and rocking in the corner. The woman terrified him, even back in their youth when their parents had arranged the whole marriage. On his own, he'd never lift a finger against her… Currently, though, his Undersecretary Umbridge had taken care of that, telling his wife he was in a series of back-to-back meetings all day and placing the order on the sly. When the eclaires finally arrived, well…
Minister Fudge was savouring one from an obscenely large pile on his desk when his floo flared and a baby blue blur threw itself sideways out of the fireplace, a flash encompassing the entire scene before Dumbledore- for who else was keyed into the wards about his floo and wore that sort of thing- ducked and rolled out of the office.
The Minister blinked, eclaire still held between his teeth. He could hear his Undersecretary's "Well, I never!" and then something like a shriek of fury that became a ribbit. Gathering his wits about him, the Minister made his way to the door and peeked out of his office.
Albus was standing above a truly enormous toad and festooning it with pink ribbons. Peering more closely, Fudge could tell there were little slogans written in white font on each one. Free the House Elves! read one, Equal Rights for Equestrian Brothers! said another. By the time Dumbledore was done, the toad was fairly trussed up, and a final addition of a bright pink bow kept its mouth firmly shut.
While perhaps if Fudge believed in all this You-Know-Who nonsense Albus had been warning of since the man "vanished" then there might have been guards stationed in the office, he found himself quite alone. Unfortunately, while there were tighter patrols of the area and rather strong wards against any not keyed in, Fudge had no delusions that an Auror could hear him before Albus turned on him. Knowing this, he had quite firmly kept his mouth shut in favour of living his life as a bipedal mammal while his Undersecretary kept the clearly deranged old man's attention.
However, the toad was well and truly trussed, so Albus's cheery little death beams tracked their way to him and Fudge whimpered as their gazes met.
Waving a developing photograph in the hand not holding his wand (how had he missed that? Was that what that flash had been?), Albus smiled, "Cornelius, my boy, it is past time we had a little chat."
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Who will he visit next? What could he possibly be doing? Why did he snap in the first place? Learn all that and more- eventually!