To Cornelius Fudge
November 15, 2006
Ministry of Magic
Dear
Prime Minister,
You don't deserve that name. It's shameful to
have a pile of rubbish like you as Minister. He was innocent and
still you made him guilty. I always knew you'd mess up, Cornelius,
ever since you took the job. I had thought of quitting many times
because of the trash coming from your mouth. You always reeked of
something, filth… betrayal. But even I never thought you would sink
this low.
I thought being the Prime Minister meant giving the people what they needed. Freedom and what not. But all you did was take away a boys freedom, Cornelius. You didn't help him. You didn't help anyone.
What are you going to do next, Prime Minister? Feed all our secrets to the Dark Lord? Raise taxes for the elderly? Join He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? You're nothing but a vile, bitter, loathsome little man, Cornelius. And that's all you'll ever be. Don't bother going after me, because by then I'll have been long gone. Now you're not my problem.
Yours Truly,
Arthur Weasley