•His English Rose• {Harry Potter X Twilight crossover}

•Fifteen•

Chapter Fifteen - Ministry of Magic

NOVA'S CLOAK  swept across the shiny marble floor. Her heels clicked silently as her storm-grey eyes swept across the Ministry. It was busy as usual, the repetitive sounds of the whooshing Floo network, and the chatter of different languages echoed off the stone walls. Nova paused as she looked up at the fountain. It had changed since the wizarding war, gone were the muggles holding up a wizard, now it held a gold scroll, up a pair of crossed swords. There were names and ages of everyone lost in the wizarding war, both first and second. To Nova, it was heart-wrenching. Stepping up to the fountain, she quickly and silently added five golden gallons. She gave a silent prayer before she was instructed with a clearing of a throat.

"Nova, good to see you, my dear."
Nova turned slightly, her body still facing the fountain. Her eyes swept over to the familiar women. Headmistress McGonagall had aged perfectly her tuff of hair still as black as the day Nova met her, there were more wrinkles around her soft brown eyes, and her lips still formed the familiar tight line as her own eyes swept the memorial.

Nova smiled, eyes sweeping behind Minvera as she hugged the headmistress tightly. 
"So good to see you, professor - or should I call you Headmistress now?"

Minerva gave a small light chuckle before looping her arm through her former student's arm. 
"I hear you've gotten yourself a fancy man?" She questioned the younger witch. Nova sighed as she rolled her eyes.

"Granger needs to keep her mouth shut," Nova commented with a Malfoy Smirk. Her grey eyes danced mischievously, meaning the blonde meant no harm to her friend.

"Ah" Minerva paused at the lifts, the pair waiting in line, "Don't you mean Director Weasley-Granger now?" Nova's eyebrows rose as she looked over at the ageing professor.

"She was literally at mine last week" Nova shrieked rather rudely, there was a grumble from the left of the witches but both ignored the rude man as the three climbed into the lifts. 'she didn't tell me then"

"well" Minerva cleared her throat giving the man beside her a tight-lipped smile before her eyes landed on the blonde. "She only got promoted this morning, I am sure a letter is on its way to you"

Nova gave a nod, not fully believing her former mentor. Minerva despite being Gryffindor had taken Nova under her wing in both the school and the order. It was the headmistress's idea to move to Forks. Her grandmother's mother was from there herself. The very house Nova brought could be traced through Minerva's maternal line. 

Minerva led her through the seemly endless corridors of the ministry, the same horrible lime green tiled walls were sparkling, and the sounds of chatter never seemed to die down even as they passed several offices; there seemed to be an excited thrill in the air and Nova wasn't sure why. Surly they would panic if they found her father, he after all was rumoured to be the next dark lord. Nova rolled her eyes at the thought of her father being the new 'dark lord' It was laughable as he showed nothing but cowardness. 

Sighing the pair finally made their way to the Magical Law department; it was exactly as it described, magical law to Nova was chaotic, with papers flying everywhere, arguments in the adjourning halls, and ink and coffee smells filled the air, Nova was lead to the main office which was like outside chaotic, messy but yet the occupant knew where everything was and in the thick of it was Henry Winters, messy white hair and tired looking eyes, bags danced under his eyes, under the thick flames of the over headlamp.