Harry was glad that Kingsley Shacklebolt was the Minister of Magic. He could not think of anyone better suited for leadership after such a devastating war. Kingsley was a calm voice of reason who would not stray from the principles of the light side for revenge or power. He would do what he felt was best for the magical community and he would try to genuinely make the world a better place.
Harry was very proud to call him a close friend. He was also proud to be one of the few people who could stop by the Minister's office unannounced and frequently did so on his lunch breaks to get away from the Auror department. He loved his job, he really did, but he was very frustrated with some of the wizards he worked with, who thought that brawn could overpower any strategy and refused to think before blasting.
He knew that Kingsley was an Auror prior to his job as Minister and would often go to talk with him to see if he had any hints on how to deal with his colleagues. And if he didn't have any advice, it was nice to have a friendly chat.
But as Harry approached Kingsley's office one day, he was surprised to find his friend looking more solemn-faced and serious than normal.
"What's going on, Kingsley?" Harry asked, concerned.
Kingsley went on to explain that many of his reforms were being rejected by wizards and witches too afraid to change from a familiar lifestyle, even when said lifestyle allowed the Dark Lord to rise. He was as frustrated with the Wizengamot as Harry was with his Auror comrades and Harry tried to console him in vain. Kingsley just couldn't understand why only a few people could see how his reforms were going to help.
As Kingsley became increasingly discouraged, a wave of pure Nymphadora Tonks pulsated throughout the room. Harry was a bit surprised as he felt Tonks's spirit lurching throughout the room, but he remembered that Kingsley and Tonks had been partners as Aurors and were actually pretty close.
Good humor began to circulate throughout the room and Kingsley suddenly let out a laugh.
"I'm reminded of my days as an Auror," he explained to Harry as Tonks's spirit continued to, for lack of a better word, trip around the desk where Kingsley was seated. "It was almost as frustrating as this, but with Tonks as my partner, I could never say it was this boring…"
With that, Harry felt Tonks's presence fade slowly as Kingsley told a story involving himself, Tonks, some Death Eaters, and a women's clothing store.
Harry was in stitches at the end of it and Kingsley was nearly falling off of his chair and could scarcely keep a straight face to tell the story. Harry left the room in a considerably better mood and Kingsley seemed cheered up as well.
Kingsley Shacklebolt may have one of the hardest jobs in the Ministry of Magic, but he always had the spirit of Nymphadora Tonks to make him laugh when it was starting to get to him too much.
