Don't Take It So Literally, Scrimgeour!

by CreativeLiterature

"I notice that your birthday cake is in the shape of a Snitch," Scrimgeour said to Harry. "Why is that?" Hermione laughed derisively. "Oh, it can't be a reference to the fact Harry's a great Seeker, that's way too obvious. There must be a secret message from Dumbledore hidden in the icing!" Inexplicably, Scrimgeour decides on a particular course of action.

Scrimgeour stared at Hermione. Harry, Ron and Hermione kept their ground. Scrimgeour marched out, headed for the birthday cake.

Ron shook his head. "Bloody mental."

Harry, Ron and Hermione ran over to where Scrimgeour stood over the cake. He pulled out his wand, to consternation to those nearby, and tapped the cake.

Harry could see the cake shift and turn and words appeared as if by magic:

'Dear Harry, please feed Fawkes while I am gone. PS Scrimgeour is a doodie. Love, Dumbledore'

Scrimgeour went white. Harry could feel his face aching with the temptation to smile. Muriel wandered by, her bones clacking.

"Oh, now really. You Ministry types are always interfering. Can't you give it a rest, old boy?"