Precious
Chapter 2: Back on the Broom
These day's it was normal for Fudge to be called "a blubbering fool" and such like that. Which for the Weasley's was to thier advantage. Or...well, against Percy's. Harry usually saw Ron and Hermione on a daily basis at work, which wasn't so bad. Harry guessed that the best part was that Hermione's ministry career was about to hit an all time high. She was expected to become Minister of Magic. Although when Harry asked her about it she replied hastily, "No. Harry, no. There's something more out there...I've got to find it. And sitting there making Fudge look bad isn't it."
Harry both understood her and was confused at the same time. What was she going to do? She was working in International Cooperation at the moment, basically just for pay. She wasn't about to sit there and take the crap from the elders who were stupid as daylight. Ron had headed off to Magical Games and Sports, seeing as it was impossible for him to make it to Quidditch League. But not for Harry. In his mail each day there would be about fifty fan letters, ten Quidditch captains from various places asking him to join, and someone (Harry strongly suspected that Arthur dropped it off to Mrs. Weasleys' command) dropped off a box of chocolates every Monday.
Oh yes, that's another thing. Mr. Weasley had finally gotten over Percy being a stupid git and forgiven him. But only because they missed him. Harry found this slightly sickening because of what Percy had done, but he wasn't about to get into that. Family affairs weren't his thing. He didn't have much practice in them to be honest. Percy hadn't apologized to Harry yet, and Harry was grateful. He didn't want to be near Percy. It was sort of ironic if you thought about it. Everyone who stuck by Harry was doing well. But not Percy. Being so stuck up Fudge worked to his disadvantage. His name was trash with the ministry these days.
Mrs. Weasley didn't really have an opinion about it. She was glad her son was back, but she had a grudge on him as well. Who could blame her? But all of her children were making it in the world...yes, all of them were doing perfectly fine. Ginny had become a fashion designer at Madam Malkins on the side, and was still trying to figure out what she wanted to do. She had an offer to play as a chaser for England, as did Harry.
Harry was about to quit after his first half of auror training. Not because he didn't like it, but because he realized that he had his whole life to do that. So he made up his mind.
"How are you going to manage that?" Hermione asked with her eyes wide. Harry laughed. "I'm going to play for England during Quidditch season, but in the off season I'll be here in London studying for the Auror stuff. By next summer I'll be an Auror so I can choose which job I want. Dumbledore said I could become an Auror and wait to go do it...I'd just have to re-take the test."
Hermione looked doubtful but nodded. "Good. You need to do something to make you happy again." Harry rolled his eyes behind her back. The door opened and closed and a familiar voice came. "Hey guys!"
Harry turned around to see Ginny Weasley, eighteen years old and pretty as ever standing before him. "Hey, Ginny," he said smiling. She blushed a little and turned to Hermione.
"Guess what?"
"What?"
"I'm going to play for England."
"What? No!"
"Yeah...I can't wait, I'm so excited Hermione!"
Hermione smiled over at Harry and continued talking.
"But what about you're designing. You're doing so good there!"
Ginny nodded and sighed. "Madam Malkins said while I'm traveling with the team, and we're not having practice to work on it and send in drawings. She'll still pay me, and I'll be able to return to work anytime I like."
Hermione embraced her and since Ginny's back was to Harry she mouthed, "Score."
Harry shook his head and laughed at her, but in the back of his head...he wondered what this could bring.
Note: Link to the contest is on my profile, the website there.