Mad Mad Minister
Cornelius Fudge was not a happy camper. His entire ministry was hanging by a thread. A group of children had made a fool out of the death eaters that he was quietly supporting. The pure blood agenda was falling apart. The ex-werewolves had now returned to there family seats. They had felt the bigotry for many years. With the lead of the Potter, Black and Longbottom seats, the old Pure blood laws were falling as fast as those new muggle flying machines.
The attack on Diagon Alley had been orchestrated, By MuCulber and himself. Fudge was praying that the fool would never wake up. He had been hit by a bone breaker curse to the head, it was still touch and go. If he survived and could now be forced to testify under verita serum. It would all come out. The idiot stood and fought, it was to be hit quick and run, kill a few mud and half bloods and get out. Then call for a return to the old laws that kept the peace for the last twelve years. Now it looked like jealous retaliation Of a greedy group of Pure Bloods, trying to usurp the power the people were finally Getting after all these years. If he declared Marshall Law and the damn fool lived, He would be lumped in and loose more than his office, most likely his life.
Harry was back at Potter Manor, making Hermione nervous with his incessant Brooding and Hovering.
"Harry, I'm fine...you saved me and healed me. I'm not a china doll! Don't you trust me?" Harry hung his head. "That bastard hit you with that curse because of me...Hermione!" She pulled him up to look in his eyes. "No Harry, we are at war...whether or not we are together I would be a target. To them I'm a mudblood remember, the lowest of the low. I'm also smarter than them. It insults them...so STOP BLAMING YOUR SELF HARRY JAMES POTTER THIS INSTANT!