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Chapter 5- Fudge's Fury

Dumbledoor sat at his desk, busying himself in getting ready for the nearing school year. Fawkes sat resting on his perch not too far from his desk and the pictures of previous Hogwarts headmaster (headmistress) dozed.

Suddenly the door to Dumbledoor's office flew open and Cornelius Fudge stormed in. His face was red with anger as he stomped right up to Dumbledoor's desk. Fawkes jumped at the sudden noise glaring at Fudge for disturbing him. Dumbleddoor remained perfectly calm, not even lifting his eyes from the parchment that he was writing on. He knew why the Minister of Magic had come.

"Albus," Fudge said trying to keep his voice as calm as possible. "You know why I'm here." It was then that the Headmaster lifted hi pale blue eyes to the struggling wizard that stood before him.

"Suppose you tell me." he replied calmly. Fudge glared down at the old wizard.

"The girl, Albus! The girl!" he said sharply, his voice quivering with rage.

"What about her, Cornelius?"

"You accepted her into this school!"

"Yes. She is a student and a witch. I only see if fitting that she goes to school with all of the other students." Fudge put his hands on Dumbledoor's desk leaning within inches of the headmaster's crooked nose.

"She's sixteen, Albus! You accepted her when she doesn't even know first year magic AND you did it without the permission of the Ministry! She was not discovered like the others, therefore she cannot be accepted in this school!"

"I think that is for me to decide, Cornelius. This school is under my authority threfore I decide what goes on in it."

"This is a different story! This girl hasn't been discovered until now and you accepted her without consulting the Ministry!"

"Again, that was my decision to make. No one should be left behind." Fudge took his hands off the desk and glared at Dumbledoor.

" I don't know anymore, Albus. First, you're raving about You-know-who being back, nearly hurling the wizarding world into chaos and now you're accepting a squib , muggle-born-" At this Dumbldoor lost some of his composure and stood up.

"Now, Cornelius, you have gone too far! We both agree that Voldemort is, indeed back. you admitted so when you saw him with your own eyes! That debate has ended! As for this girl, I know she has been forgotten and I know she is muggle born. You of all people should know it does not matter if a person is of wizard or muggle decent, they themselves are still wizards!" Fudge backed away from the headmaster who had now taken on a frightening appearance. He seemed taller, towering over the Minister of Magic, his normally friendly blue eyes held shadow of anger. Determined not to back down, Fudge drew himself up to his full height.

"B-but sure if she was discovered this late, there must be something wrong with her-" he began a bit shakily. At first he thought that the headmaster was going to get increasingly angry, but he was surprised when the elderly man regained his composure and sat back down at his desk.

"I and without a doubt there is nothing wrong with her. I don't know, however, why it is that you are making such a big deal out of this. My student is not your problem. I am the one who has to deal with her and make sure that she learns everything. This is not a problem of the Ministry's. Unless....you have something to hid, Cornelius?" The Minister was taken aback for a moment, but then his eyes darted around the room nervously.

"Of-of course not! I- I was merely concerned that we were wasting our time when we have more important matter to be dealing with. But I-I see that you are right. We should put out differences behind us and concentrate n the task at hand. I will be leaving now, g-good day, Dumbledoor." with that he quickly turned on his heel and walked out of the room. Dumbledoor sighed rubbing his throbbing temples and once again taking on the appearance of looking incredibly old.

"I don't like it! I don't like it one bit!" said a painting of a former headmistress. Her shrill voice ringing through the air. Dumbledoor lifted his blue eyes up to the walls where the rest of the paintings were nodding in utter agreement.

"That poor excuse for a Minister of Magic was way to uncomfortable when you accused him of hiding something, Dumbledoor!" added another.

"Yes." said Dumbledoor for once agreeing with them "He certainly was...."