𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗡𝗔𝗣𝗘'𝗦 [𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄] ✔️

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

The Prime Minister sat on the three legged stool chair in front of the Abraham Lincoln portrait again begging for more movement or the presence in his office.

His secretaries Miss Charlotte and even the Prime Minister guard thought the Prime Minister himself slowly went crazy because the pressure worked he had to confront all by himself.

The attack of the Angel of Death in the London mission.

Lately, he had been informed there was no more 'Angel of Death' attack in London or whatsoever countryside had been involved with this God's matter.

The Prime Minister rubbing back of his hair, messy hair, unloose tie, unbuttoned shirt and messy man you never imagined how mental, obsessed he was toward this Hermione Snape.

Just once, that is all he can think about. Only one single meeting and he will confess everything. He closed his eyes and breathed, said.

"I've been informed. There are no attacks anymore in London, so she did control everything she can and I am impressed. She should be the next Prime Minister after me and she already did but as a Minister of Magic".

He breathed again. "I hope that one day I will see this wizard world with my own very eyes where she belongs".

"The Prime Minister of Muggle!"

The Prime Minister shrieked, stumbled on his back as suddenly the portrait of Abraham Lincoln had spoken to him again. He breaks the chair and looks up at the painting.

"The Minister of Magic would like to see you in your presence".

He stopped breathing, said. "She wants to see me?"

"Isn't it your wish to see her dearly that you almost lose your mind without seeing her once more?"

The Prime Minister nodded. Eyes wide open as he stares at the painting. "You can hear me don't you?"

"Of course. I hear everything, see everything without you noticing. It was meant to connect to your office and hers, so she will know whether you are trying or not to tell people about our wizardry community world".

Abraham Lincoln smiled. "The Minister of Magic is very curious and afraid you will betray her word to tell".

"Of course I wouldn't do that. I keep my word. So she was sending you to keep an eye on me and I was fooled to not notice this".

"Correct!"

The Prime Minister gasped, he backed away from the painting and chuckled.

"I was a fool then?" Abraham Lincoln nodded, yes again. "All right. Let her come in then".

"Very well, she is on her way".

The Prime Minister blinked, rising up and dusted his pants without bothering for being a gentleman or something to make her amused about him.

He stood right in front when bright green flames burst into life in the empty grate beneath his marble mantelpiece again and here she goes, stepping out from it and a smile to him.

His heart beating fast, finally he met her again. "Good afternoon or should I say evening Mr. Prime Minister". She walked forward. "I believe you called".

"I didn't just... how have you been, Minister Snape?" he asked. "Was it.. was it safe out there?"

Hermione nod yes, said. "We have been taking care of that matter, and the Dementor is back where it belongs. Azkaban. So you don't have to worry, Mr. Prime Minister".

"Azka.. what?"

She blinked. "Azkaban Prison''. she began circling around the room and smiled.

"Azkaban prison was located in the North Sea. It was hidden from the Muggle world, and was unplottable. Once you get inside, there is no way out. Most prisoners go mad within weeks".