"You're kidding." Harry said, his mouth hanging open. Cho shook her head,
clutching the sheet of paper that they recorded the results on.
Harry grinned. "This is great! We have to tell him!"
Cho frowned. "I wish. But we can't, he has to wait until we announce it officially. What time is it?"
Harry looked at his watch. "Four-thirty." He said.
Cho looked around the room. There were still papers everywhere. They had used magic to count the sheets, so it didn't need to be orderly, and it was a mess. "We need to get rid of all of these ballots first."
Harry flicked his wand, and they disappeared. He grinned. "I want to go home. Can we announce it now?"
Cho smiled. "Fine, let's go downstairs. The reporters will be there." She said.
Harry nodded and turned to the door. "Wait a minute." Cho said. Harry looked over. "I'm a mess! I can't be seen like this! I'm going to freshen up."
Harry sighed. "I'm going downstairs." He turned back to her. "And if you take too long, I'm going to do it myself."
Cho laughed. "Fine, do it. I'll be down in a minute."
Harry walked to the elevator. He stepped on and waited. Slowly, the doors closed, and the elevators moved slowly downwards. Harry's palms were sweating slightly. He was crushing the statistics in his fist. It was strange. He had done so much, played so many Quiddich games, fought so many people, and he had never been as nervous as he was when he was going to read a few numbers off a sheet of paper.
The elevators opened to the atrium, and Harry found himself bombarded with reporters. From the Daily Prophet, the Wizarding radio Network, the Wizarding Television Network, and various other magazines and newspapers from around England.
He pushed his way to the front of the crowd. It was strange; all eyes were on him, all these microphones, reporters with their wands out, their Quick Quotes quills, all ready to take down exactly what he said.
He cleared his throat. "Ladies and Gentlemen." He said. The room quieted down immediately, except for the flash of cameras. "28,000 people voted in this election. And, with 12,547 votes, Mr. Remus Lupin is the new Minister of Magic." He looked around. Everyone was scratching things on parchment, quietly speaking into magical video cameras... "The Minister will come into office on the 21st of August, exactly ten days after the election. Thank you."
He stepped backwards. Strangely, no one asked him any questions. They were all looking in other directions; at the door, at cameras, at other reporters. Harry looked at his watch. Lupin would probably be celebrating somewhere. But where? Did he have a campaign office? If he did, Harry didn't know where it was.
Just at that moment, the elevator doors opened. Cho stepped out, and she too was bombarded with questions.
"Is it true? Is our Minister a werewolf?"
"How did this happen?"
"Was the voting right?"
Harry frowned. They didn't believe him. Cho smiled into the cameras. She had gotten used to being asked questions like this. She quickly walked up to the podium and signaled for Harry to come with her. "Ladies and gentlemen, I can assure you the voting was one hundred percent correct. Yes, our new Minister of Magic is a werewolf, and it happened by people, people like you, voting for him. Are there any more questions?"
There were.
"What about Madame Umbridge's laws against half breeds? Do these not affect him?"
Cho frowned. "No they do not because those laws were never actually passed. Madame Umbridge attempted to pass them, but the rest of the Wizengamot did not agree."
There were a few more questions, basically the same thing, asking how it was possible, why it had happened. Cho dealt with them all the same way. Harry was surprised at how easily she did deal with them, he would never have been able to do it himself.
A few minutes later, they were done, and they were ready to go home. "Finally." Harry said. Cho smiled and grabbed his arm.
"What are we going to do now?" She asked.
Harry shrugged. "We should go find Moony. He's got to be somewhere, doesn't he?"
After finding and congratulating Moony at his celebration, Harry was ready to go home. He found Cho again, and told her.
"Alright. I'm going to stay here. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"
Harry nodded. "Sure."
He decided to walk home, since it was only a few blocks, and he was so tired he was sure he would botch up an apparation.
Just as he was walking down the street to Grimmauld Place, Harry noticed something. He could hear a growling coming from an alley near by. It didn't sound quite like a dog, but he wanted to check.
It wasn't a dog. There, in an alley in downtown London, was a dragon.
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Sorry it's so short. I'm starting to get really bored with this story. It's definitely almost over. Probably two or three more chapters, I think, depending on how well this arc goes.
Okay, I have messed up stuff with my reviews, so if I respond to a review twice, or miss one, I'm sorry.
Sahib0120: thanks. Here it is!
Indigal: umm... I ... don't... know... ? ? ? I don't really remember what happened to that little urge.
Wuzup13579: glad you like it.
Wytil: ok, I've definitely answered this one, I know I have! I'm so confused...
Potter4Prez: I completely agree. Something interesting has to happen. BUT IT'S SO HARD! I've been having trouble coming up with something to write. I have another story I wrote in my notebook, but with a bit of tweaking, most of it could fit into this story. Of course, I lost my notebook, so I'd be doing it by memory, which could be difficult. Starting a new section is a good idea, though.
Shannon K. M: thanks!!! It's not the end, don't worry!
Wytil: Damn right it does.
Harry grinned. "This is great! We have to tell him!"
Cho frowned. "I wish. But we can't, he has to wait until we announce it officially. What time is it?"
Harry looked at his watch. "Four-thirty." He said.
Cho looked around the room. There were still papers everywhere. They had used magic to count the sheets, so it didn't need to be orderly, and it was a mess. "We need to get rid of all of these ballots first."
Harry flicked his wand, and they disappeared. He grinned. "I want to go home. Can we announce it now?"
Cho smiled. "Fine, let's go downstairs. The reporters will be there." She said.
Harry nodded and turned to the door. "Wait a minute." Cho said. Harry looked over. "I'm a mess! I can't be seen like this! I'm going to freshen up."
Harry sighed. "I'm going downstairs." He turned back to her. "And if you take too long, I'm going to do it myself."
Cho laughed. "Fine, do it. I'll be down in a minute."
Harry walked to the elevator. He stepped on and waited. Slowly, the doors closed, and the elevators moved slowly downwards. Harry's palms were sweating slightly. He was crushing the statistics in his fist. It was strange. He had done so much, played so many Quiddich games, fought so many people, and he had never been as nervous as he was when he was going to read a few numbers off a sheet of paper.
The elevators opened to the atrium, and Harry found himself bombarded with reporters. From the Daily Prophet, the Wizarding radio Network, the Wizarding Television Network, and various other magazines and newspapers from around England.
He pushed his way to the front of the crowd. It was strange; all eyes were on him, all these microphones, reporters with their wands out, their Quick Quotes quills, all ready to take down exactly what he said.
He cleared his throat. "Ladies and Gentlemen." He said. The room quieted down immediately, except for the flash of cameras. "28,000 people voted in this election. And, with 12,547 votes, Mr. Remus Lupin is the new Minister of Magic." He looked around. Everyone was scratching things on parchment, quietly speaking into magical video cameras... "The Minister will come into office on the 21st of August, exactly ten days after the election. Thank you."
He stepped backwards. Strangely, no one asked him any questions. They were all looking in other directions; at the door, at cameras, at other reporters. Harry looked at his watch. Lupin would probably be celebrating somewhere. But where? Did he have a campaign office? If he did, Harry didn't know where it was.
Just at that moment, the elevator doors opened. Cho stepped out, and she too was bombarded with questions.
"Is it true? Is our Minister a werewolf?"
"How did this happen?"
"Was the voting right?"
Harry frowned. They didn't believe him. Cho smiled into the cameras. She had gotten used to being asked questions like this. She quickly walked up to the podium and signaled for Harry to come with her. "Ladies and gentlemen, I can assure you the voting was one hundred percent correct. Yes, our new Minister of Magic is a werewolf, and it happened by people, people like you, voting for him. Are there any more questions?"
There were.
"What about Madame Umbridge's laws against half breeds? Do these not affect him?"
Cho frowned. "No they do not because those laws were never actually passed. Madame Umbridge attempted to pass them, but the rest of the Wizengamot did not agree."
There were a few more questions, basically the same thing, asking how it was possible, why it had happened. Cho dealt with them all the same way. Harry was surprised at how easily she did deal with them, he would never have been able to do it himself.
A few minutes later, they were done, and they were ready to go home. "Finally." Harry said. Cho smiled and grabbed his arm.
"What are we going to do now?" She asked.
Harry shrugged. "We should go find Moony. He's got to be somewhere, doesn't he?"
After finding and congratulating Moony at his celebration, Harry was ready to go home. He found Cho again, and told her.
"Alright. I'm going to stay here. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"
Harry nodded. "Sure."
He decided to walk home, since it was only a few blocks, and he was so tired he was sure he would botch up an apparation.
Just as he was walking down the street to Grimmauld Place, Harry noticed something. He could hear a growling coming from an alley near by. It didn't sound quite like a dog, but he wanted to check.
It wasn't a dog. There, in an alley in downtown London, was a dragon.
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Sorry it's so short. I'm starting to get really bored with this story. It's definitely almost over. Probably two or three more chapters, I think, depending on how well this arc goes.
Okay, I have messed up stuff with my reviews, so if I respond to a review twice, or miss one, I'm sorry.
Sahib0120: thanks. Here it is!
Indigal: umm... I ... don't... know... ? ? ? I don't really remember what happened to that little urge.
Wuzup13579: glad you like it.
Wytil: ok, I've definitely answered this one, I know I have! I'm so confused...
Potter4Prez: I completely agree. Something interesting has to happen. BUT IT'S SO HARD! I've been having trouble coming up with something to write. I have another story I wrote in my notebook, but with a bit of tweaking, most of it could fit into this story. Of course, I lost my notebook, so I'd be doing it by memory, which could be difficult. Starting a new section is a good idea, though.
Shannon K. M: thanks!!! It's not the end, don't worry!
Wytil: Damn right it does.