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Chapter 17: Dumbledore's Other Side

Albus Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge were dueling in an argument after everyone had left. This argument most certainly involving the newlyweds. Albus wanted to draw his wand and hex the so called 'Minister of Magic.' Thankfully, Albus could keep his emotions under control.

"I can't believe we had the wedding in your office, Albus! It's just so incredibly unceremonious!" The git of a Minister hollered.

"Oh, shut it, Cornelius." The usually twinkly eyed, but now fuming Headmaster seethed.

"Excuse me, Albus?" Fudge asked shocked.

"You heard me loud and clear!" Albus said glaring at the wide eyed Minister.

Fudge shuttered under Dumbledore's glare, "All I am saying..." But, before he could finish Dumbledore interjected.

"Is that Ms. Granger, or well, now Mrs. Malfoy and Mr. Malfoy should have married in that hell hole, you call the 'Department of Marriage.'" Dumbledore scoffed, if any of his colleagues or students had seen him they would have thought that Lord Voldemort himself was possessing him, "Hermione has been under a lot of stress, having to be resorted into a new house, her friends shunning her out, her parents deaths, now she is caring a child and you know very well that the moment she would have stepped into the Ministry she would have been under never-ending stress, which you also know can cause the unborn harm." Fudge was about to disagree, but Dumbledore went on, "The Ministry is filled with all sorts of stressful things and you have no right to disagree, Cornelius. The place has an eerie feeling that you can feel before you even walk through the doors, yelling coming from the Department of Mysteries at all times, not to mention the rotten smell that comes from the Department of Unexplained Deaths."

"You make the Ministry out as if it were Azkaban, Albus." Fudge said with a sigh.

"Yes I do and in fact, I think the Ministry a small version of Azkaban, the only difference being that the Ministry doesn't have cells for it's prisoners." Albus said matter of factly. Once again Cornelius Fudge was shocked by the words coming from the usually loving, but now fuming Headmaster. "We had the right to throw the wedding in my office, Hermione had the right to have a stress-free wedding. Now, please get out of my office, before I blow Hogwarts and all within, into the depths of the great lake, and if you don't I'll make sure that every paper's first page titles, 'Cornelius Fudge causes the ruin of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.'"

At that Fudge disappeared, rather quickly, with a 'pop'.

A laugh started in the corner of the room and Albus sighed and sunk into his comfortable chair rubbing his temples from the headache the blasted Minister of Magic caused, 'More like 'Minister of Insanity.' Dumbledore thought.

"Albus, I don't think I've ever seen that crack pot apparate so fast." Said the Potions Master with a laugh.

"I don't think I've ever gotten that...outraged." Albus said still rubbing his temples.

Severus made his way towards the old Headmaster, "Take this. I'd thought that you might need it." He said handing him a syrupy solution in a vile.

"Draught of Peace?" Albus asked, "I might not be anxious, but I'm sure it will help my agitation. Thank you, Severus." Albus said giving a weak smile, before downing the thick liquid.

Severus just gave a nod and made his way towards the door, once opening it he slightly turned around and gave the old Headmaster a smile, "It's good to see there's another side of Albus Dumbledore, one that's not completely...what's the word...Nice?"

Dumbledore gave a small laugh, "Only you could see that as a good thing, Severus." Severus' smile only grew and then he left. Dumbledore was now left with only himself, well Faux too. He looked to the magnificent, beautiful bird, forgetting the argument he just played a role in. Now, his thoughts wondered to how he was going to protect Hermione and Draco, not to mention their unborn child. Dumbledore new that my tomorrow evening every newspaper would have some sort of article about the Granger/Malfoy wedding. He also new that by tomorrow evening Voldemort would know about the wedding. Dumbledore just hoped that he could keep the Prophecy under wraps. He knew that everyone that knew would keep in to themselves and he trusted them all to keep it to themselves, even Luna. If they all can keep it from Draco and Hermione, they sure can keep in from leaking out to Voldemort, Dumbledore thought, or well,...Hoped.