When the Roses Bloom Again by TheBlack'sResurgence

Chapter 93

The Most Precious of Things

Having only been home for a few days before Rosa's birthday, Harry and Minerva decided they would keep the affair an intimate one. They had invited her parents, the Flamels, and Rosalina for dinner, but had not hosted a party.

With Charlus still away, he had sent a present for his goddaughter with the promise that he would visit as soon as he was home, which would be soon if he accepted the invitation to the wedding, something the man wouldn't miss for anything.

Although it had been nice to shut out the world for a while, the ever-growing pile of missives Harry received were beginning to play on his mind, so he had finally opted to address the more pressing ones.

His business ventures were proving to be more profitable with each passing year, but it was the ones stamped with official Ministry seals that he responded to, making use of the post office in Hogsmeade to do so.

A written reply would, much to his relief, suffice for most, but there were those he would need to deal with in person.

Those had also been responded to with an explanation that he would visit when he was able to do so, but his own Minister of Magic could not be dismissed so easily.

Harry had a strong disliking for politics, but as Minerva had pointed out, Minister Fawley was someone he would have to make an exception for.

It would not do to offend the man.

The last thing Harry wanted was another Minister as an enemy.

Fudge had made his life miserable with his lies, and the wizarding public had proven to be fickle, willing to listen to almost anything the Minister told them.

As such, Harry found himself in the Ministry, disguised as he made his way through the atrium and towards Fawley's office.

"Wand, please," the guard behind the desk demanded.

Wordlessly, Harry handed it to the man who ran it through the scanner and handed him the printed piece of parchment without even reading it.

A rather lax security guard indeed, something that Harry was grateful for.

It meant that he could pass by without any attention being drawn to him.

He'd made the mistake of visiting Diagon Alley to buy a present for Rosa, in disguise of course, but what he had seen was enough to put him off making any public appearances for the foreseeable future, at least.

Banners had been hung calling for him to be elected Minister along with other messages offering words of gratitude for what he had done.

Harry shook his head of those thoughts as he reached the office of Minister Fawley, only to be intercepted by a trio of aurors who had their wands drawn.

"What is your business here?" a large blonde man demanded.

"I'm here to speak with the Minister," Harry replied. "He is expecting me."

"Name?"

"Harry Evans."

The Blonde frowned as he scrutinised Harry, looking for anything familiar that he would have likely seen in the newspaper over the past week.