The Second War

"Weasley Wins By Landslide at Ministry of Magic Elections"

Today a proud Arthur Weasley stepped out of the Ministry of Magic offices as the new Minister of Magic. "After the abysmal offices run by Cornelius Fudge, Weasley seemed like the only Wizard fit to lead us in the upcoming war." - said Mr Kingsley Shacklebot, Head of Aurors in The Department of Magical Law Enforcement today. Weasley has led a long succesful career in hte Misuse of Muggle artefacts office and decided to run for Minister, kindly funded By Albus Dumbledore, Order of Merlin first class, chief wizard of the Wizengamot, Elected Leader of the Order of the Pheonix etc..."

Harry put down the Daily Prophet and lay back on his bed. He was in shock. He knew that things were going to change but never imagined Mr Weasley as Minister for magic. He was lying thinking, trying to take it all in when he heard a rap on his window. Pigwidgeon, the owl of his best friend Ron Weasly was at his window. He got up to open his window and let the Owl in..."RUDDY OWLS, I'LL SHOOT THE LOT OF THEM!" He could hear his muggle uncle downstairs, shouting prophanities that his Aunt Petunia would never aprove of her Duddykins hearing. He Took the letter from Pig and the owl flew across and perched beside Harry's own snowy owl, Hedwig. He Ripped open the envelope. He had not heard from Ron in the two weeks since he had left school. The Letter could only Mean one thing.

"Dear Harry,

Sorry I haven't contacted you sooner but Mum said it was best not to owl out unloess it was really nescessary. just to let you know, we will be coming for you tomorrow morning at seven in the morning sharpish. Dad ok'd this with your Aunt and Uncle last night...I think he's finally figured out how to use the fellytone. Will Update you on things then.

Ron.

P.S Have Enclosed something that might shock you."

Harry Looked again in the envelope to find the same article he'd been reading minutes before. He was never going to sleep now. Not when he knew he'd be leaving the Dursleys yet again tomorrow. He was about to drift asleep when a cruel sharp pain seered through him. What if they were going back to Grimmauld place? The memory of his recently murdered godfather seered through his blood like one of Snape's nastier poisons. He couldn't face going back...it would be too painful...he couldn't, He'd rather stay here with the Dursleys. Harry lay playing with the thought of telling Ron this for so long he didnt even realise himself falling into a deep sleep.

"GET UP! he heard his aunt call in her shrill nasty voice she saved especially for Harry's ears. "those 'Weasel' people will be here soon." Harry chuckled at the though of what Ron would say if he heard them being called 'Weasel'. He was no sooner up, dressed and packed when three long, Black Official looking cars pulled up outside the Dursley's house.