Oooh, interesting. What's he gonna do about it?
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Chapter 2 - The Minister's Meeting
The door creaked as the Minister for Magic stepped through the door into the Wizengamot Court Chamber. Heads turned as the towering figure strode over to a pedestal. He stepped up to the pedestal and scanned the room with beady eyes. "Most honored delegates of the German Ministwy", he said clearly with a slight lisp, "and those of this Bwitish Ministwy", his black handlebar moustache twitched. "We are here on this day to discuss the gwave events of late". "We at the German Ministry are outraged", exclaimed the German Minister for Magic, Sherman Wahrheit, "There is no proof implicating our ministry. We have assured all countries that we do not support the muggle fascists". The blonde, horse faced old man sat and smiled, sure he had accomplished his goal.
Albus sat behind Sherman Wahrheit. He poked his brown gloved right hand out of his purple sleeve and tapped the German Minister's shoulder. Wahrheit turned slowly and curiously. "Good afternoon minister", Albus said holding out the same gloved hand which Wahrheit shook, though his face appeared mirthlessly and full of discontent. "My name is Albus Dumbledore", Albus continued, "I am the one who first made the discovery". "Oh it was you", Wahrheit snapped, "you are the one wasting my time while back in the fatherland my people are struggling under Hitler's evil regime". "Yes and I apologize Mr. Wahrheit, but I assure you this is just a formality, and we must work together to uncover the real murderers", Wahrheit continued to look vacantly mirthless. "I have voiced my views personally to Minister Horacio Wilson, and I am certain the real investigations will continue. Of course it would be far simpler with your cooperation, Minister". Wahrheit stared at him for a few moments more and then broadly grinned. "Yes", said Wahrheit, jubilantly, "I trust you Dumblydore. But for now, as you say, we must follow the bureaucrats". Wahrheit faced forward again and listened to Wilson's views on the matter as the head of the magical law enforcement office stood up a recounted the murders again.
The Wizengamot and the German delegates piled out of the Court Chamber into the corridor leading to the lifts or the department of mysteries. Albus walked out behind Ida Harris, head of the department for magical law enforcement when a man with a handlebar moustache called his name. "Albus", shouted Wilson. Albus whipped around, almost knocking a portly, long headed German wizard on his back. "Yes Horacio"? He called as he made his way past the witches and wizards behind him until he was back in the doorway to the court. "Yes Horacio"? Wahrheit and Wilson were standing side by side. "The German minister and I have been talking". "Yes we have, Dumblydore", Wahrheit interrupted. "Dumblydore, we have suggested that you devote all your time to stopping any chance of a war. Will you do this Dumblydore". "You have certainwy made an impwession, Dumbledore". "Regrettably I must decline, Ministers", Albus said, forcing Wahrheit and Wilson's eyes to widen. "Not that I do not respect both of you and it is not that I want a war, it is merely that my first priority is always the students at Hogwarts. I always devote all my time to my teaching, little else". "But Dumblydore"! "I am sorry, Minister Wahrheit, it's just my way. I will help wherever I can".
Albus left the court chamber, leaving the two Ministers surprised and annoyed. He didn't regret his decision, for it was the truth. If anyone would understand that it would be Wahrheit. For he was an honorable and a noble man. Albus knew this when Wahrheit first grinned at him widely. Caradoc stood in the Atrium awaiting Albus' entrance. The Atrium was much different now. It was filled with witches and wizards. There were four clumsy house elves carrying a collection of confiscated port keys, even a vampire and a muggle with a fish for a head. "Albus", Caradoc shouted, running over to the wizard exiting the lift in purple robes. "So", Caradoc said when he reached Albus, "how did it go". "Very well, Caradoc", Albus replied, "it seems measures are being taken to catch the murderer". "And what about the war"? Caradoc said, surprising Albus though he did not show it. "War? There was no talk of war", Albus lied. "But Albus, there are rumors in the ministry. The Aurors office is talking nonstop of war. Don't lie to me". "Caradoc, the rumors are just that, rumors". Albus spoke to Caradoc as though he were an impressionable child. "Alright, Albus", Caradoc replied, unconvinced. "Shall we go to the Leaky Cauldron, I'm on my lunch break now". "As flattered as I am my friend, I would rather like to go back to the school. I haven't been getting much sleep lately. Nerves". "Alright, Albus. I'll speak to you tomorrow". "Perhaps, my friend. Perhaps". Albus stepped up to one of the many fireplaces in the Atrium, leaving Caradoc alone near the lifts. He stepped into the fireplace, took some green floo powder out of his pocket, dashed it at his feet and with a loud clear voice said, "Hogwarts". In a whoosh of green flame he was transported to his office.
Albus stepped out and brushed away the soot at the bottom of his robe. "You alright Professee Dumbleeedoo", a drunken invader into Edlyn's portrait said. "Albus could you help me with this drunken moron", Edlyn said, pushing the bloated and drunk intruder with little success. Albus sighed, pulled out his wand, pointed it at the portrait and said, "pervasor exsistab". The drunk disappeared with a pop and Edlyn, now pushing into air, fell below her frame. Albus sat down at his desk as Edlyn bounded back up, her glasses askew. "Who was he? I can't remember him", said Albus, inquisitively. "That was Bort, Albus", Edlyn said, adjusting her glasses, "he's in a portrait of a pub near the kitchens". "Ah yes", Albus said, "that would explain it. I don't go down there very often". "So, Albus", Edlyn continued, "how was the meeting"? "I thought it went fairly well. The German Minister was very cooperative. They even asked me to head the investigation". "You"? Edlyn exclaimed, "Surely you didn't take it, did you"? "No", Albus said, chuckling, "I told them that first and foremost, my teaching is my main priority. I did agree to help were I could, though". "Of course. Oh, Professor Dippet's been asking for you". "Could you tell him I'll see him after my class of first years tomorrow, Edlyn", Albus said, standing up and going to the door behind his desk, "I'm feeling rather tired at the moment and I wouldn't mind getting a little sleep for my early start in the morning". "Certainly", Edlyn said, "Goodnight, Albus". "Goodnight, Edlyn", Albus said, opening the door to his bedroom to get some well earned rest after the past few hectic weeks.
Good? Tell me.