A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #10 Demonology - Task 1 - Write about someone falling from grace or a position of power (it can be a fallen angel)
Writing Club December
Assorted Appreciation: 14 - The Santa Clause - Dialogue: "He's naked somewhere." - Alt - Write about unexpectedly getting a new job
Lyric Alley: 3 - Another year over
Word Count: 350
Cornelius Fudge stared at the metal paperweight on the corner of his desk. It was shaped like a large bronze eagle and had been a gift from a former lover. Now, all it did was remind him just how blind he'd been.
He'd been blind then, pushing his lover away since such things were not acceptable. He wondered if he could ever convince Gilderoy to forgive him. He knew that wasn't possible, not now, not after everything. Besides, he doubted his former lover would even recognize him now. He'd gone to St. Mungo's to see Gilderoy, but hadn't been able to.
Cornelius sighed picking up the eagle and placing it in the box with the other items that had once covered his desk. He wondered if he could have changed things, maybe if he'd been able to believe Albus about You-know-who's return. The idea still terrified him, as it rightly should. It was only because of You-know-who that he even had this job. If that horrid man hadn't chased his predecessor from office, then he'd never have been promoted and ultimately never would have been chased out himself.
No, he knew the truth. He only had himself to blame. It was his own arrogance, his own fear, and his own stupidity that had denied Albus' statements and led to the world to war, once again. He glanced at the inkwell still sitting on the desk.
Yes, his career was over, but maybe not his life. People would want to know about how a man as powerful as himself could be brought so low, wouldn't they? He might not be the writer Gilderoy was, or at least had claimed to be, but he could bring pen to parchment and tell the world, in his own words, just how much of an idiot he had been.
Maybe then, they might just let him fade into anonymity and live the rest of his destroyed life in peace? He smiled slightly at the thought as he placed the inkwell into the box and made his way out of his former office into the world.