It turned out after Sirius' return form the dead the Ministry was trying to gain support towards down right Muggle-style execution. As the Daily Prophet described it "to determine whether Black is immortal". Of course Harry knew eventually they would look to him for the support they needed. That knowledge didn't help make the situation any better at all.

"Mr. Potter, the Ministry is offering a great sum of money for your support."

"Minister, I told you no before, what makes you think I will have changed my mind now?"

"Oh, Harry," Scrimgeour said with his fake little laugh, "People do change Harry."

"Okay, let me get this strait. People change. But Sirius can't change from being what you call stark mad, I mean you said it your self and why would you, of all people, lie to me. I will tell you this only once Minister," The word came out of Harry's mouth like venom, "An honest politician is the same as a tame dragon."

"And how is that Harry?"

"They don't exist."

"Please Mr. Potter, I beg you to reconsider!"

Harry had already begun walking out of the room Dumbledore had put them in so they could talk in privacy. When Scrimgeour started to beg Harry turned on his heel, his hand still around the doorknob, "Fuck off, ass hole." And Harry walked out on him, leaving the minister of magic with his mouth hanging wide open.

'The Next Day'

"Harry, what did you tell Scrimgeour last night," Ginny asked Harry as he sat down for breakfast.

"Nothing really important, why?"

"Because," Hermione chimed in, "What ever it was, is sure has got him mad." Neville handed him a daily Prophet and staring back at Harry from the front page was a picture of Scrimgeour tearing things to shreds, and the title, "Scrimgeour Goes Nuts After Visit To Hogwarts." This made Harry choke on his toast, and then bust out laughing.

"So what did you tell him Harry?" Neville asked nervously from across the table.

"I told him that I could not meet his demands."

Ron looked up from his plate with a smile on his face. Remus was standing right behind Neville and had heard the whole conversation.

"You told him to fuck off didn't you?" The young Professor asked with more than a hint of a smile.

"Not quite, it went more like 'fuck off, ass hole'."

"You're getting more like your Godfather every day. I told James that it wasn't a good job for him, but nobody listens to dear old Mooney."

"It's true, he's corrupted me." Harry sighed began putting food on his plate.

"Listen, Harry, if you'd come up to my office later today, first chance you get. And Ron, Hermione and Ginny can come as well, as they no doubt will be let in on this anyway." Remus said rather uncertainly.

"Er, right, first chance. Will during lunch be fine, that's most likely when we'll all be off at the same time."

"Lunch it is, I'll have Dobby bring something up for the five of us." And having reached the topic he wished to discuss, he strode off toward the high table to sit down for breakfast.

''

"So," Harry sighed whilst standing up from the table, "What's first on the list for today?"

"History of Magic." Ron informed him. Hermione snatched his schedule and looked over it.

"We do not have History of Magic, thank god! You were looking at the wrong day Ron!" Hermione scolded him.

"Well, let's get going, we don't have all day you know." Harry really was impatient to get to that meeting with Remus, though rushing through the day wouldn't help.

The trio set off to Transfiguration while Ginny was off to Herbology. Half way there they had to stop because Neville forgot to skip the vanishing step. They arrived at McGonagall's classroom at the exact same time as Draco. Harry, not really paying attention to where he was going, ran smack into Draco, who wasn't paying attention either. The twos' belongings were scattered across the ground.

"Watch it Potter!" His face was contorted with rage.

"Why don't you watch out, you're the all responsible head boy!" The memory of Ginny telling him what Malfoy had said only added to his anger.

"Why don't you go back to your shit hole Potter!"

"Go to Hell Malfoy!" This dispute was starting to turn ugly; any minute now they'd have their wands at each other's throats.

"What's the matter? Run out of insults? Your just as worthless as your parents!" Malfoy had crossed the forbidden line. It one fluent movement, Harry had his wand pointing at Malfoy's heart.

"Screw you Malfoy." Harry turned to go through the door.

"What's the matter Potter, did Daddy never teach you how to fight!" Harry turned on him and sent a series of jinxes that left Draco sprawled on the floor and in pain.

"My father was a better man than you'll ever be."

"Wait… 'till my… father… hears about… this!" He managed through clinched teeth. They heard footsteps coming up the hall.

"Oh, my gosh, what's Daddy gonna do about it…" Fred asked in mock concern.

"My dear Fred, we need a picture of this, we can hang it up with our advertisements."

McGonagall came rushing out of the classroom, she was obviously very angry. The Weasley twins took off in the opposite direction. "You will all see me in my office immediately after class! Now get in!"