Author's Note: OkayI Do Not own Harry Potter, that belongs to J.K Rowling. This is just an idea of what might happen. Though the character Black Widow is mine and mine alone!
"RONALD WEASLEY!" screamed Hermione at the top of her lungs, her cheeks were flushed to almost beet red and her breath was quick.
"Hermione are you alright!" cried Harry running into her office, he also looked quite flustered.
"Oh," huffed Hermione, "I would be. I would be FINE AND DANDY! If it wasn't for that thick skulled, hair brained, idiotic, imbecilic, foul spoken..."
"HERMIONE!" yelled Harry silencing her rant, "I get the point. What did he do this time?"
"Look at this!" she cried, throwing a wad of papers at Harry, "Do you call this PROPER FILING OF PAPER WORK! NO! How could he be so LAZY! It wouldn't take him two minutes just t-HEY! HARRY! Where do you think you're going!"
"Away from YOU!" said Harry and he strolled back to his office. As usual Hermione was upset at Ron for not doing something which is the least bit important properly. He was away in Romania on a new assignment and Hermione was moody as ever.
It's been three weeks since the hiring of the Department's new secretary and things have been going smoothly, other then the fact that there were rumors of abnormally large gatherings of Death Eaters, who were without their lord for five years, have been nothing more then an itch to the Ministry's already red rash covered behind.
"Uh, Harry, are you busy right now?" asked Cassandra, she stood at the door of his office carrying a stack of binders. Yes, the funny thing is that the Ministry of Magic worked much like a muggle-like office, which the Ministry officials found quite organized.
"No, do you need help with those?" he asked.
"No, I'm fine. It's just a man came in looking for you. Goes by the name of, Longbottom. Neville Longbottom, I think. Anyways, he's waiting in the reception area," replied Cassy, tossing her black hair out of her eyes.
"Neville! I didn't think he'd arrive so soon," he said in surprise," Well I'll go see to him! Cassandra, could you also reschedule my appointment with Mr.Murray to tomorrow, I know it's last minute but I think my meeting with Neville might take all afternoon.
"Yes sir," said Cassy and she walked off down the hall. Harry quickly shut the door to his office and dashed off in the opposite direction, but he was so preoccupied with his own thoughts, he didn't notice what was behind him.
Inside Harry's Private Lounge
"So, this is all you found out? Are you sure it's that bad?" he asked shaking his head; this was not good at all.
"I'm pretty sure," replied Neville, "Though I'm not sure my information about whose leading this is accurate. Harry, what do we do? If this leaks out to the public, well it could be bad for the Ministry."
"I don't know," murmured Harry, "I don't know. But I'm sure Mr.Weasley can handle this for now. I mean everyone has faith in him as Minister but this isn't good at all."
"No but if you let's say send a message to Ron, maybe he could do something…" started Neville but was rudely interrupted.
"NO!" snapped Harry, "We can't, it'll put him in danger. He's in a country thick with it already; he doesn't need anything more on his back. He'll come when the time is right for him to come, until then we have to manage on our own."
"Alright," replied Neville standing, "I best go. It was good seeing you Harry." He gave Harry a friendly hug.
"Yeah, it was nice seeing you too," replied Harry and he watched as Neville used the fireplace to floo his way out. Harry sank back into the couch; things were not going as planned at all. The rumors of the congregations of Death Eaters are apparently true, their massing small attacks on innocent wizards and they even have a leader. He knew that the ministry is still fragile, even this long after the war and that the people might easily turn on them and join with the Separatists Organization for Wizards, which was shortly formed after the fall of Fudge as Minister of Magic. It was an organization which wanted supreme control, basically a dictatorship.
Now Harry had more on his plate to worry about, things were not getting easier; the only good thing was he got a great overly qualified but still hot secretary!
In Some Remote Pub in some Remote Part of England
"WHAT!" She backed up towards the wall, he wasn't pleasant at all when angry though even his best of moods wasn't pleasant either, and she did not want to deal with this.
"I'm just telling you what I heard; I thought you ought to now. And you have to admit you are getting a little cocky, you should've known they'd be on to you," she replied tentatively.
"I KNOW! But I did not hire you to act as SPY for me! YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER! Don't you think I already realize that they would be 'watching' as you nicely put it! Do you take me as some kind of fool! IS THAT IT!" he yelled, knocking a side table over and advancing towards her.
"N-n-no…" she barely even whispered, she never felt fear like this before. She killed men, she was criminal but there was something about him, the way that when he let loose his emotions just wash over anyone and right now the very air was filled with his rage.
"THEN!" he yelled, "WHY DID YOU BOTHER COMING HERE! TO GIVE ME THIS PIECE OF CRAP! I ALREADY KNOW THINGS, MORE THINGS THEN YOU WOULD EVER UNDERSTAND!" He now towered over her and his face distorted with rage. Suddenly, her own wild temper flared, she took one step toward him and SLAP! Right on his face.
"How dare you! Talk to me like that!" she snapped, "I'm the one here doing your dirty work and you know what I am capable of! I came wasting my own time and free will just to help your sorrow ass and this is what I get in return! You are nothing but a spoiled child! I hope the next time we meet again 'sir' you have lost all your demeanor of an impish little BABY!"
He stared at his half dazed and half confused. How did he get from being the over powering aggressor to the victim. He winced as he touched his cheek, she slaps hard.
"You, you," he muttered and then managed to hoarsely say, "Go, just go!"
"I was just leaving!" she interjected and quickly made her way out the door.
He stared after her, his eyes darkening, she scared him, scared him in a way no one else had. She scares him because she's the only person who can see him for what he really is and that was not good, not good at all.
Author's Note Again: Yeah, I'm really sorry this chappy took so long to update! I've been really busy for the past two weeks so it took awhile. Hopefully I'll be able to put up more chappys up later and quicker. Send in your reviews! I need suggestions or comments or critique!
-FunkE-BunnE-GaL
