A/N: drabble #4 - One drabble must be written in first person
Some Treacle and a Fudge
4. Inner Thoughts
And then, suddenly, I'm not the Minister anymore. That crickety seat I was sitting on has crumbled underneath me, leaving me on the floor. Just like back in school, before magic and Hogwarts, when I'd sit on a chair someone offers me, just to fall through the bottom. Like a practical joke…
Except this is no practical joke. And this hole I've fallen into…it's one of my own design.
I was the one who chose not to listen. Who decided that not believing meant those possibilities would fade away. But they wouldn't. Pretending You-Know-Who hadn't come back wouldn't mean he hadn't. That was a risk I'd pretended was inconsequential. A risk worth doubting such a powerful man…
But the truth was, he was a mysterious man, outside my reach and, like everything I couldn't control, I feared him. I feared his power. A natural human instinct of ours – but I didn't want to believe him, and now I will pay dearly for it.
I am no longer the Minister. I could never control the entire Wizarding world, but now I have none of it in hand at all.
