Disclaimer: All this is owned by JK Rowling.

A/N: I have just begun to read some of my reviews and while many are positive and I appreciate these, I must admit that some had me horrified! I do know that someone can't lose their job over an abuse claim! I also know that the Protective Services wouldn't act like that, nor the principal. I was going to put this into next weeks installment, but I felt I should just post it now to clear up any misconceptions. I am sorry for anyone who was offended by what was in my last post.

Newly Appointed Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, sat at his desk, admiring his lofty work-area. He had just won out for the position of Minister against Crouch. Fudge knew what Crouch had done wrong. He had let scandal sweep over his life and take away everything that he had worked so hard to earn. That was why he was quite pleased when a knock sounded on the door and his newest staff member opened the door.

"Ah, Dolores Umbridge, just the person I was hoping to see," the minister bustled happily, "what news do you have of the goings on with young Mr. Potter?"

"Apparently, sir," she began in a sickly sweet voice, "his teacher made a claim that he was being abused. Naturally, we erased the minds of the muggles that she told this to and checked it out for ourselves. I personally can vouch that the Dursley's are more than adequate caretakers for our beloved Boy-Who-Lived. I must admit that I have never gotten along so well with any muggle before. My trusted coworkers and I decided that the teacher was a troublemaker. A little hem hem persuasion was needed to get the principal to agree, but I can proudly report that there will be no more problems from that quarter!" She finished off her long-winded speech and waited impatiently for the new Minister of Magic's word on how she had done.

Nervously, she began tugging on her new cardigan. She had never actually worn cardigan's that much before but she felt that they would give her a more distinguished and professional air about her.

"Wonderful!" Fudge beamed at his latest employee. "Thank you so much, Ms. Umbridge. This will not be forgotten, and you can count on a higher pay check next month! I would like to use you for any more special projects I may have in the future." He stated bluntly. Umbridge did not seem to mind, though, as she was nodding her head furiously at the prospect of doing more work for the Minister himself.

"Excellent! That will be all for now, dear. Oh, and by the way, lovely cardigan, if I do say so myself." Fudge finished, figuring it never hurt to sweeten up to his employees. His ploy worked as Umbridge blushed as she hurried out of the office, on her way to buy more cardigans.

Fudge was pleased with the woman's work. She might not have been the most attractive woman he ever met, but she certainly was useful! She quite obviously would do almost anything he asked of her. Fudge didn't know if Harry Potter was being abused or not. From what he gathered, there was ridiculous claims on the report anyway. Who cared if the boy wore large clothing. And as to him walking home if he missed the bus, that would teach the boy to be on time and that nobody would go out of their way for him. As to the other claims, Umbridge said that his family was fine.

He would not let some crack pot teacher cause him to lose his job just because she had let herself think that some boy was somewhat mistreated. That would not do at all.