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Author's Note: Yeah, Ptrst again. For the record, all of the disclaimers and A/N are going to be from me. This chapter has a few inside jokes between me and HPCultLeader, so if you don't get something, that's probably why. On a side note, HPCultLeader has never posted a story before, and I'm sure she would appreciate reviews. If for some reason, this ends up getting posted under my account, I'll still forward them to her. Alright, read on.

II. Harry Potter

"Ah! Hermione, how great to see you! I thought that you had gone to Toronto, trying to recruit for spew."

"It's not spew, Harry, it's S.P.E.W. Anyways, I got back a week ago, and reserved a time to do a seminar here at the Ministry. I thought I would come see how you were, and thank you for signing up."

"What do you mean, signing up? I didn't sign up for anything."

"Yes, you did. Your name is right here under Nick Carter!" Hermione showed Harry the list, and a look of complete disgust appeared on his face.

"Did you happen to see Ron?"

"Yes, but he refused to sign up. Why?"

"Well, in case you didn't notice, all of these names are in his writing," said Harry with a smile. He couldn't remember Hermione ever overlooking anything this important.

"Oh, I see. Well, you can still join, if you want to. I mean, I have yet to convince anyone else to."

"I don't know. I have a lot of things to do, now that I am Minister. You know how hard it is to tackle this much at one time, don't you?"

"Yes, I suppose I do. Well, I am sorry to bother you. I hope that you have a great day. Maybe I will see you again, before I have to leave. Bye!" With that, Hermione turned and hurried out of the room. Harry felt kind of bad, but he was also glad that he had managed to find a way out of joining spew.

At that moment, an owl flew through his open window. It was from Cho. He couldn't figure out what she could want. They hadn't talked in several years. In fact, they hadn't talk since his fifth year. He shuddered at the memory, as he opened the letter, and read it aloud to himself:

"Dear Harry,

I know that we haven't talked in years. In fact, I don't think we have talked since your fifth year. I know that this is kind of weird hearing from me and all, but I want you to read this all the same.

I want to congratulate you on becoming Minister of Magic. I hope that you will change this world for the best. I know that you will do what you think is right.

OH! I recently purchased one of those cute little Harry Potter: Minister of Magic action figures. You know the ones that walk around in your hand, and talk to you. Each one has a different phrase. Mine says: "I, Harry Potter, devote myself to the well-being of others." Isn't that sweet? I think so.

Okay, I cannot put it off any longer. I freakin' hate you! You suck as a Minister, and I think that you should resign while the magical community has a chance! All of this Harry Potter amusement park, church, school, etc. crap has got to stop. The world has become obsessed with you. They worship you. I think that you are freakin' brainwashing them, and that you should step down from your post. If Cedric were still alive, he would do something about it.

Look, you foul jerk, you have made me think about Ced. What is your problem? You are terrible to your people. You don't care about the well-being of others. You just care about yourself.

Have a terrific day!

CHO CHANG"

Harry couldn't help but laugh. Sure, he had created all of those things that Cho was mad about, but who was she to talk about how he presided over the magical community. Tons of people loved him, but that was not his doing. Well, maybe a little. What else was he supposed to do with his time? He had defeated the Dark Lord, and now the world was perfect. There were no issues for the Minister to deal with, no law breakers, that the Ministry officials had to deal with, there was nothing to deal with. Harry decided to write back:

Dear Cho Chang,

I would like to express my concern for your concern, and would like to inform you that I really don't give a damn about what you think. I made that stuff, because that's what the people wanted. I am sorry about Ced's death, and if he had survived, we would all probably be dead by now, because that would mean that no one would have seen Voldemort return and that he would have taken over. Would you prefer that? I don't think anyone would. I would rather that witches and wizards be happy with my Harry Potter lunch boxes and action figures, going to the Harry Potter amusement park or checking out a book from the Harry Potter library, maybe even praying in the Potterist Church of Harry Potter, than living through dark times, not knowing whether or not they were going to die the next day. Here is my request to you: maybe you should step down from your job of trying to tell off the Minister, and do the whole world a favor. Hope that you have a day!

Harry Potter,

Minister of Magic and supreme wizard of the world

PS: That's what a Minister is supposed to do, thank you very much!

Harry sat back and read his letter, looking and feeling completely satisfied. He attached it to Hedwig's leg, and sent it to Cho, wishing later that he had not.