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xx Harry Potter and the Rising Pheonix
« Thread started on: Jun 15th, 2012, 10:08pm »

This fic takes place immediately following the final chapter of the Deathly Hallows.

I do not own these characters.




Chapter One - New Beginning


The tall, skinny boy with round glasses looked deeply into the mirror directly in front of him. Standing only inches away, he was able to see the deep marks and lines meant for a man much older than him. His jet black hair was untidy and unkept as ever, looking a little longer than natural. The scar on his forehead, the lightning shape that defined his last 7 years, had not ever felt so normal.

Harry Potter stared hard at himself. Though he was only 17, he felt so much older. He had certainly seen and experienced things grown witches and wizards had not. He had lost more than most could fathom. He had experienced more pain and sacrifice than should be allowed by human nature. However, he no longer resented the struggles he had faced.

A sense of relief like Harry had never felt before swelled in his chest. With every breath it seemed that years of stress vanished as the air exited his nose. As he stared into the mirror he couldn't help but look into his own deep green eyes.

They belonged to his mother. His mother that died to protect him and kept him safe for almost his entire life, well after she died. The eyes of his mother reminded Harry of the strength she had given him just days ago when he saw her in the Forbidden Forrest. He had his mother's eyes, but only Harry knew of the deeper significance his mother had in the defeat of Voldemort three days prior.

Harry looked away and stared behind him. His four post bed behind him with imposing sized piles of parchment laying in mounds around his bed. Owls had not stopped delivering letters for Harry in the days following the death of Voldemort. Harry had the feeling the authors had instructed their deliverers to ensure the message got to its intended target, because almost every owl Harry tried to turn away reacted with a surprising amount of spunk and tenacity.

The dormitory that was home to Harry for so many years felt so vacant. Ron had returned to the Burrow to prepare for Fred's funeral, to be held later that evening. The Weasley's were one of the few families that decided not to have their kin laid to rest on the Hogwarts grounds. A massive memorial had been erected on the grounds near Dumbledore's white tomb for those who lost their lives in the battle. The memorial was white marble, matching Dumbledore's grave, but showed wizards and witches locked arm in arm in a massive circle with house elves, goblins, centaurs, and giants. A miniature Hogwarts castle was placed in the middle of the memorial - while the names of the fallen outlined the bottom row of the new addition to the Hogwarts.

Harry thought the edition was rather fitting, though he wished fewer names would forever grace the sacred grounds. As Harry continued packing the remains of his room he noticed a tall, black, strong looking man walking toward the castle while he peered through the dormitory window. The bright robes and earring was a dead give away that Kinglsey Shacklebolt was walking, with obvious purpose, to the Entrance Hall.

Harry found Kingsley's presence reassuring, but also strange. Although Harry stopped receiving the Daily Prophet long ago, and had not paid particular attention to the on-goings of the wizarding world since the battle, he did know several of Voldemort's supporters were still unaccounted for and some still causing mayhem. Harry thought it odd, even as the Ministry tried with all their might to end the Death Eaters and the last among their ranks, that the acting Minister of Magic would be at Hogwarts.

Harry pushed the thought to the back of his mind and flicked his wand. The piles of letters folded themselves neatly and filled and extra trunk Kreacher, the house elf, brought him from Grimmauld Place. The trunk once belonged the his godfather, Sirius Black, and was one of the only remaining possessions in Grimmauld Place without the Black family crest on it. Harry much preferred the objects left to him from his godfather that were not ordained with the crest Sirius detested so much. Sirius's trunk was rather plain, though it sported traditional Gryffindor colors.

The rest of Harry's belongings packed themselves into Harry's usual trunk, which Kreacher also brought from Privet Drive. Harry had not quite concentrated enough on the spell and several pairs of socks matched themselves with the wrong partner before falling into the trunk.

Looking around his dormitory he knew it would be the last time he would set his eyes on the room he cherished so much. This room was such a big part in determining the person who Harry became. He was very certain he would never find a bed as comfortable as the four poster he had spent the previous 6 years using, though Kreacher told Harry he'd try very hard to replicate the comforts of Hogwarts when he returned to Grimmauld Place.

As Harry levitated his two trunks, he headed down the staircase to the Gryffindor Common Room. The fires were not active, but on a warm summer day like today, they needn't be lit. At the bottom of the staircase Hermione Granger sat waiting for Harry, no trunks near her, only a ginger cat purring at her feet.

"Ready?," asked Hermione, pulling Crookshanks, her cat, into her arms.

"I suppose. Where is your trunk?," asked Harry.

"I sent it to Grimmauld Place. Want some help with yours?" Harry nodded, smiling, as Hermione swished her wand carelessly and the trunks disappeared with the faintest pop.

"McGonagall told me Hogsmeade is bustling with wizards and witches. She's set us a portkey in Dumble - er - her office. It'll take us to the Burrow and we can apparate to Grimmauld Place when we're ready," Hermione spoke, taking her final glances around the Gryffindor Common Room, much like Harry.

They walked to the portrait hole and swung it open. The Fat Lady shouted at Harry as he left - though he could only make out a few words between hiccups and slurred speech. The Fat Lady appeared to have ransacked the wine from the picture of the monks a few portraits down, yet again. Her friend, Violet, was fast asleep next to Fat Lady, dripping wine from a long-stemmed glass onto the bottom of the portrait.

Harry and Hermione made their way to the headmistress's office in near silence. Their footsteps echoed in the corridors as they made their way. Harry had only heard the halls this quiet during his late nights sneaking through the castle.

Harry glanced to Hermione, who looked relieved, but also showing clear signs of fatigue from a long and emotional year tracking down bits of Voldemort's soul with Harry and Ron. Harry noticed, even through the exhausted features, Hermione was radiant and happy.

The walk to McGonagall's new office did not take long. As they approached the gargoyles Hermione stopped suddenly.

"I don't know the password," she said, seemingly worried.

"Don't worry," Harry reassured. "Dumbledore!"

The password had not changed, and Harry was very sure it would not change for quite some time. Harry's connection with the castle seemed much deeper than it had ever been. His appreciation of the extensive magic and incredible secrets the castle housed had never been greater.

As they came to door Harry could hear the voices of Kinglsey and McGonagall. Their voices were courteous, yet contentious.

"Minerva, the decision has been made. The Ministry knows what is in best interest and that is final."

"I hardly expect the Ministry to know what is in the best interest of anyone, considering the recent track record of stupendous decisions made in the vein of the greater good," snapped McGonagall crossly.

"I'm sorry we don't see eye-to-eye, Minerva, but this is not negotiable." Kingsley's deep voice had an air of finality and Harry knew the conversation had ended.

Harry pushed the door open and entered. The office still was positioned exactly how Dumbledore had left it. Dumbledore's picture was directly above the headmaster's chair. A portrait marked "Severus Snape" was empty, directly to the right of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled at Harry as he entered and Harry returned the gesture. Hermione, still holding Crookshanks, entered behind Harry and approached McGonagall's desk.

"I'm sorry if we're interrupting Professor, but I know the portkey is set to leave any minute," Hermione said, looking back and forth between McGonagall and Kingsley.

"You're quite right Miss Granger. Minister, I'm sure we'll be speaking soon."

Kinglsey took his que to exit, patting Harry on the back and giving a deep bow to Hermione as he left. The door closed and McGonagall began speaking quickly.

"The Minister believes you are not safe, yet, Mr. Potter. He insists Aurors follow you to the Burrow and to anywhere else you may be traveling upon your departure from the Weasley residence."

Harry gazed at McGonagall trying to get a gauge her opinion on the matter. Harry knew the threat of retribution was not over, but he hardly felt the need for a guard to be set in place around him at all times.

"Is that "negotiable", Professor?" asked Harry, clearly indicating he had overhead the last part of the conversation before they entered the office.

"I would suspect it is - the Ministry, however, does not know of your plans outside of the Weasley home and Grimmauld Place. In fact, I'm not certain of your plans either, Harry," said McGonagall.

"Between you and me, Professor, I think I'll be heading back the Privet Drive briefly. I think my cousin would like to know I'm alive and well."

McGonagall smiled bigger than Harry had seen in quite some time. She pushed a Pheonix feather toward Harry and Hermione.

"Your secret is safe with me, Harry. Here is your portkey, the Weasleys are expecting you."

Harry and Hermione touched the Pheonix feather in unison and they left Hogwarts, not knowing if or when they would return again.
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Harry and Hermione landed at the edge of the Weasley property. Harry stumbled sideways as his feet hit the ground, but Hermione landed with grace and continued walking in stride.

Harry caught his balance and continued toward the Burrow with Hermione and Crookshanks. Harry's hand was on his wand, though he could not be sure why. He wrote it off as a reflex.

The Burrow looked as appealing as ever, though Harry could not shake the thought of why they were there. Fred was gone and the Weasley family, the only real family Harry had ever known, was permanently scarred from the battle.

Harry least looked forward to seeing George. He was also bearing his own permanent wounds, losing an ear almost a year ago. Fred and George were inseparable until now.

Again, Harry and Hermione reached the door, but this time they were expected. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley opened the door, each looking excited to see the pair arrive.

Mrs. Weasley swooped Harry into one of her patented hugs. The warmth Harry felt was immeasurable. Harry separated and Mr. Weasley greeted him with a large grin and firm handshake.

"How are you, Harry? You looked famished," Mrs. Weasley said as she shepherded them through the door and into the great room of the Burrow.

Ron and Ginny were on the floor playing wizard chess, but adandoned the game as Hermione and Harry entered the room. Ron turned a slight shade of scarlet as he saw Hermione and the heat on Harry's face made him think he, too, was turning red in the face as his eyes met Ginny's.

The four stood there in silence, no one daring to be the first to say something. A very loud pop, quite possibly the loudest sound Harry had heard during the last three days, drew their attention toward the kitchen. Harry noticed an old house elf scurrying toward Mrs. Weasley, holding several pots and pans, towering much higher than his own height.

"Kreacher has been here helping mum since we got home," said Ron. Harry eyed the locket still swinging around Kreacher's neck, the same locket Harry gave him the last time he stayed at Grimmauld Place.

"He's been really useful," piped Ginny. "Mums been in and out of crying fits, but Kreacher keeps things moving along when she needs a break." Ginny smiled weekly, looking at Harry.

Kreacher had yet to notice Harry had arrived at the Burrow, and although Kreacher had been incredibly helpful recently, Harry was not in a hurry to attract his attention. Kreacher followed Harry around the castle the day and night following the battle at Hogwarts.

"Anyone else staying here?," asked Hermione, as the group moved outside into the Weasley's back garden.

"Bill and Fleur will be here in a little while. Charlie has been here since we returned. Percy is packing up his flat in London and moving home again, should be here shortly," said Ron, kicking rocks as they walked aimlessly.

Harry wanted to ask about George, but didn't know how. Luckily, Ginny must have sensed the question waiting at the tip of his tongue.

"George has been locked in his old room, coming out every so often for food. Had a good day yesterday, but he's definitely taking it the hardest."

"How's your mum and dad?," asked Harry.

Ron shrugged, "Dad's been in pretty good spirits. He reckons we got off easy, only losing one. Hard to disagree with him considering the amount of times our lot fought. I mean, look at Lupin and the Tonks'."

The words stung Harry. He was the godfather of Teddy Lupin, but Andromeda Tonks had written Harry saying she'd much like to raise Teddy herself. Harry couldn't help but oblige, though he felt guilty giving up so easy. He wondered what Lupin and Tonks would prefer, though he couldn't help but imagine they would not want their son living with a forever-marked man at such a young age.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny continued walking around the garden, stopping to watch the gnomes as they hid in the bushes and hedgerows, getting cheap laughs.

"So, what are you three planning to do now that your quest is complete?," asked Ginny, "It isn't exactly like you've finished your proper schooling, is it?"

The look on Hermione's face changed instantly. "I've been wondering that myself. I mean, what are we expected to do? Did anyone in our year truly finish their education at Hogwarts? I've been trying to get in touch with Madam Marchbanks at the Wizarding Examination Authority to see if I can still take my N.E.W.T. exams, but I haven't received a return owl." Hermione's face looked suddenly pale and worried.

Harry and Ron laughed heartily at Hermione's response and, to their surprise, Hermione took their laughter well.

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Chapter 2 - The King Dethroned

The days came and went at the Burrow much faster than Harry would have liked. Ron and Hermione were spending quite a bit of time alone now, though they tried to include Harry as much as they could. Harry appreciated the gesture, but he would usually hide to avoid awkward conversations when Ron came looking for him after disappearing with Hermione for an hour or two.

Harry spent most of his time flying around the Weasley garden or, even surprising himself, reading school textbooks and working on the spells he never gave the time to master. George had really been coming around. Harry felt the credit should be given to Lee Jordan, who'd been staying with the Weasley family since the funeral.

Night was falling and the candles had been lit in Ron's bedroom. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all were busy with their own devices. Hermione was scratching incessantly on a piece of parchment. Ron was reading Quidditch Today and flipping the pages so quickly Harry thought he was just checking out the photographs. Ginny had Arnold, her Pygmy Puff, on her shoulder as she read through the pamphlets provided by the Apparition instructors.

Harry was fiddling his wand through his fingers and decided to break the calm silence, "Who are you writing to, Hermione?"

Hermione did not look up as she responded, "I'm writing the Ministry - again. I don't think my owls are getting through the guards around the Burrow."

Harry was confused, he hadn't seen Aurors or any members of the guard that was supposed to be around him as McGonagall mentioned. Ginny and Ron looked confused, as well.

"What in the blazes are you talking about?," asked Ron.

"Harry is still being protected by the Ministry. McGonagall told us before we left Hogwarts on our way here. There are still Death Eaters on the loose and the Ministry thinks its in Harry's best interest to be protected around the clock."

"There hasn't been anyone around the Burrow besides us in days," Ginny asked. Hermione stopped writing and set down her quill.

"Just because we can't see them it doesn't mean they aren't there. The Ministry is in disarray and I expect they are doing their best to make sure Harry, or anyone else, sees them still protecting Harry. It wouldn't look good if the Ministry was still worried about the protection of the most popular person in the wizarding world less than a week after Voldemort had been defeated."

Harry stared at Hermione. He had no idea what she was talking about, but he hadn't been reading the Daily Prophet.

"How do you know what is going on at the Ministry, Hermione? We haven't had post for days," said Ginny.

"I talked with Lee before he left. He's still broadcasting Potterwatch."

"Why would he need to do that? The war is over!," said Harry, trying to watch his tone of voice, growing angry.

"Harry, the "war" as we think of it is over, but the same can't be said about the entire magic community. The Ministry did not come out of this war without sustaining a big hit to their credibility-"

"And they deserved it," Ron interrupted.

"They do. The Ministry lied to everyone for over a year, the Minister was under the Imperius curse, and they used the Daily Prophet as their personal method of spreading lies and corruption. People don't trust the Ministry."

"Why are they stopping the post from coming here, then?," asked Harry.

"A couple reasons, I suspect. I would imagine their official statement would be letters being sent to Harry or anyone close to him could be cursed and they need to ensure his safety. I think, however, they are hoping Harry doesn't see the news - even if the Daily Prophet isn't reporting the facts."

Harry sat for a moment in deep thought. Was he still at risk of attacks from Death Eaters? If so, was him being at the Burrow putting the Weasley's in the line of fire, yet again? He had put them through so much already and did not need want the Weasley's making more sacrifices on his behalf.

"Why shouldn't I be reading the news?," asked Harry.

"Well, -er- Lee reckons you're the lynchpin the Ministry is looking for to -er- restore order. A lot of wizards and witches aren't sitting on their hands any longer, they're acting out against the Ministry. The Ministry is hang onto power as much as they can, without creating more animosity."

"They want Harry to support them, again? After everything they've done to him in the past? After Fudge and Scrimgeour kept Umbridge around?," Ginny nearly shouted. Harry couldn't help but feel incredible joy with how Ginny reacted. They hadn't been alone at all since the battle ended at Hogwarts, but Harry new he would not be able to avoid it forever.

"They want Harry for a reason," Hermione stopped, staring at Ginny's disgusted look now appearing on her face, "And I don't think Harry should be expected to support the Ministry! But Harry just defeated the greatest dark wizard, possibly ever. When Dumbledore defeated Grindlewald, people wanted him to be the Minister of Magic, but the Ministry just wanted his endorsement. Dumbledore being the Minister would mean great change in the wizarding community - and change, from a government standpoint, isn't good."

Harry immediately wished he had paid more attention in History of Magic. He knew nothing about how the government of the magical world worked. He was completely ignorant of the politics of the Ministry. He could tell Ron was in a similar state, his mouth hanging open slightly.

"I still don't get it, Hermione. You think people want me to be Minister of Magic?"

"Maybe, but, more importantly Harry, you're a symbol of change and triumph. That gives you more power than anyone in the wizarding community, including Kingsley, and maybe Dumbledore at the height of his popularity."

The room felt silent. Harry was in an all too familiar position, but Dumbledore was no longer around to keep Ministry officials away from him. Harry had already told Rufus Scrimgeour he wasn't interested in supporting the Ministry, but that surely would not stop them from asking for his support again.

"Hermione, I've always liked Kingsley, you don't think he'd ask me to support the Ministry after everything he's done with the Order, do you?"

"I've been wondering that, too. After what we overhead at Hogwarts, I'm not so sure he wouldn't-"

"What happened at Hogwarts?!," asked Ron and Ginny simultaneously. It had just dawned on Harry he hadn't told Ron or Ginny, though he wasn't sure he would have told her because it meant talking to her on his own, what happened before they left for the Burrow.

Hermione recapped the events quickly and continued, "I'm not sure Kingsley wouldn't act in the best interest of the Ministry. Power changes people, Harry. Kingsley is certainly different than previous Ministers, but he has to act in the best interest of the government now, not the best interest of the Order of the Pheonix."

The room was quiet. Harry's mind first went to Mr. Weasley. Harry spoke to Mr. Weasley intermittently during his time at the Burrow, but the conversations had been brief and shallow. Would Mr. Weasley expect Harry to support the Ministry now that the war was over and now that his family finally seemed safe?

No - Harry thought. Mr. Weasley had always stood by Harry, no matter if it meant losing his job or his children.

The four sat in silence, each seemingly asking themselves different questions in their minds.

"We need to leave here," said Harry, breaking the silence. "The Ministry knows I'm here and I don't want to put your family in danger anymore."

"What danger?" snapped Ginny. Harry did not blame her for snapping at him. Harry's wish to keep Ginny safe from danger meant they couldn't be together over a year ago. Her words clearly meant more to Harry than they did to Ron or Hermione.

"Harry's right, Ginny. Your dad could lose his job if the Ministry comes here to meet with him and he turns them down. They already know he is here and if the Ministry knows anyone could know," Hermione responded.

"Dad won't care if he loses his job," Ron said.

"It's not going to come to that," said Harry, now standing up. "I'm leaving tomorrow night. Hermione's trunk is already at Grimmauld Place. You two can come along. I'm not sure what's next, but we need to get out of here and away from the Ministry."

Ron nodded, though looking reproachful. Harry knew Ron was hoping to have been at the Burrow longer than a week, considering the past year of tribulation they faced together traveling from random place to random place.

"Mum will never let me go with you all. She'll lose her marbles," Ginny said glumly.

Harry knew this was the truth and Ginny wouldn't be of age until August. Harry felt uncomfortable keeping Ginny behind. If the Ministry was ready to do anything to get Harry's support, what would they stop at? Would they result to the same tactics as Voldemort, torturing people to get what they wanted? Ginny knew where they were heading now and it meant she was not safe.

"Your mum will have to get over it. You're coming with us until you go back to Hogwarts," said Harry defiantly. "If I need to ask her, I will. If she still says no, then you'll come along anyway. She will understand in time."

It had been decided. It was their last night at the Burrow and they were back on the run again, this time trying to avoid the Ministry of Magic.

It was getting very late and Harry was becoming very sleepy. He wished Hermione and Ginny goodnight together and headed to the kitchen to get a cup of water before bed. As he headed down the stairs he heard the Weasley's doorbell ring.

To his surprise, Arthur Weasly swept past Harry toward the door, wand at the ready, as he answered the door. He opened and Kingsley Shacklebolt entered the Burrow.

"Good evening, Arthur. I'm here to see Harry," said Kinglsey, as his eyes met Harry's.


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Harry was nervous. Kinglsey wasn't wearing his normal smile. Instead, he was dawning similar dress robes to those Cornelius Fudge and Rufus Scrimgeour wore. They were long and dark with faint pinstripes. Kingsley was wearing a powder blue shirt with a black tie beneath his robes. The robes did not bother Harry, but the fact Kingsley was not wearing his normal earring made Harry uncomfortable.

Before Harry could move Arthur Weasley held his wand over Kingsley's heart.

"Who was in the room with you when Dumbledore escaped Hogwarts two years ago?," said Mr. Weasley, very seriously.

Kingsley's face turned into a grimace, "Arthur, we don't have time for that."

"Produce it now or I will curse you before you can draw your wand."

Kingsley grunted and gave in, "Let's see. The Minister, Cornelius Fudge, Dolores Umbridge, John Dawlish, your son, Percy Weasley, Minerva McGonagall, a Ravenclaw girl, I believe her name was Marietta Edgecomb, and the young man I'm here to see, Harry Potter." Kingsley's voice was deeper than usual and sounded extremely tired, though his demeanor showed no signs of exhaustion.

"Very good," Mr. Weasley lowered his wand. "Come in Kingsley, would you like a drink?"

They proceeded through to the Weasley dinner table. Mrs. Weasley was still in the kitchen cleaning up, though Harry saw no sign of Kreacher.

The three sat down and Mr. Weasley summoned a bottle of Firewhisky and four glasses.

"Molly, would you care to join us," asked Kingsley as Mr. Weasley poured the a small amount into each glass.

Molly gave Harry a quick smile and joined them at the long table. Harry was sitting at the head of the table, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley on his right side, Kingsley occupying the seat on his left.

Kingsley finished his drink in one gulp and quickly poured himself another. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped, and decided to finish his second glass and help himself to a third before starting.

"Harry, I'm here to speak to you about the Ministry. I'm not sure if you're currently aware of the fragile state of the wizarding community in this country, but I don't expect you to be, as the Ministry has been stopping your mail from being delivered since you left Hogwarts."

Harry took a small sip from his glass, "I know only what I've heard second-hand. I know the Ministry is in a bad spot." Harry did not want to let on too much before he gave Kingsley a chance to explain things from his point of view. Harry always liked and respected Kingsley, the least he could do was hear him out.

"You're right about that, Harry," started Kinglsey, "I'm afraid the Ministry has reached a point, in the opinion of many, where they are no longer trusted or believed to be capable of governing. There is no doubt people are rallying around you Harry, now more than ever."

There was a pause. Harry looked around and noticed Mrs. Weasley had not touched her drink. She had clearly been crying, but now looked very serious, like a mother being ready to protect her child. Harry had seen this look before, but only when she was dueling Bellatrix Lestrange at Hogwarts. Mr. Weasley, on the other hand, was smiling weakly and helping himself to his drink at a brisk pace.

"Harry, the Ministry is asking for your support-"

"How could you?!," Mrs. Weasley bellowed. "After everything the Ministry has put Harry through? After he was 'Undesirable Number One' mere weeks ago?! After they ruined his reputation for years, as well as the reputation of Albus?!" Mrs. Weasley's voice had escalated after every sentence to the point where she was nearly shouting. Harry was very appreciative of Mrs. Weasley because she said exactly what he was thinking. Harry looked back to Kingsley, sipping his drink again.

"Molly, please, let me finish," said Kingsley cooly. "The Ministry is asking for your support Harry, in the papers and publicly. You have not been approached because I have refused, until now, to come ask you for your support-"

"I'm sorry, Kingsley, but the only reason I'd support the Ministry is because of you and Mr. Weasley-" Harry was interrupted by Kingsley, grabbing his arm.

"Let me finish, please." Kingsley was still speaking in a very calm voice. "I am not asking for your support of the Ministry, Harry. I have refused and have made it very clear I will not ask you to be the poster child for a government that has done such a disservice to you in the past. I was sacked just over an hour ago, because I refused to ask for your support and loyalty."

Harry opened his mouth to speak but Kingsley squeezed his arm tightly, almost fatherly, and he stopped.

"I said you were right about the Ministry being in a bad place - you couldn't be more correct, Harry. They will stop at nothing to get your support, hoping that your support, alone, will squelch the numerous amounts of people calling for the end of the Ministry as we know it. Unfortunately, much of the old guard at the Ministry is more concerned about retaining their power than listening to the will of the people. As we've seen in the past, those who govern the people often become corrupt and drunk on the power they wield. The current Ministry is no different."

Kinglsey polished off his third glass and filled another quickly, and began again. "You've never asked for the responsibilities you've been given, Harry, yet you've handled them courageously and in a manner people cannot help but respect and hold in high esteem. That is why you're the person the Ministry is targeting. You're the opposite of what is wrong with the Ministry. And, to repeat myself, they will stop at nothing to get your support in hopes they can hold on to the last bits of power and persuasion they have."

Kingsley let go of Harry's arm and set his glass down. The glass made a much louder sound than Harry thought Kingsley intended it to.

"Is that why the Ministry has guards hiding around the Burrow?," Harry asked, knowing what the response would be.

"Yes. I haven't had control of the Ministry since I was appointed Minister following the battle at Hogwarts. There are many sects and groups within the Ministry acting in their own best interest, undoubtedly hoping they'll be able to sway power in their direction. The Ministry is very much fractured and no single Minister will be able to prevent rouge packs from acting on their own accord."

"What's happening with the remaining Death Eaters and those who've been captured?," asked Harry, now truly curious.

Kingsley helped himself to another drink and cleared his throat before speaking, "It is, for lack of a better term, a witch hunt. As far as the Death Eaters are concerned, those who were captured are claiming they were Imperiused, just like before. Others are giving names in hopes to bring about a shorter sentence in Azkaban, again, just like last time. But the Ministry is giving the Death Eaters too much credit. Most Death Eaters are just giving random names and the Ministry is arresting whoever is named, regardless of evidence. Just yesterday Arabella Figg and Mundungus Fletcher were arrested and brought to the Ministry to await trial, both being accused of aiding Death Eaters. People in the Ministry are planting evidence and expediting the trials, so far not a single person has not been convicted, even though they may have been perfectly innocent."

"And the Death Eaters they haven't captured yet?," asked Harry, completely ignoring his drink. His blood was boiling enough without the added burn of the firewhisky.

"Many are still at large. The Malfoys have gone into hiding and we're unaware of their whereabouts. Amycus Carrow is still at large, though we believe he is still in the country. Rodolphus Lestrange is unaccounted for we have no leads to where he is currently hiding. Walden Macnair is also on the loose, though we're uncertain of his location, as well. Though, I am very certain, some of the remaining Death Eaters are together in hiding."

Harry hadn't realized the full scope of the Ministry's ineptitude until now. How could so many Death Eaters slip away after they were at Hogwarts so recently? Harry wanted to lash out, but had no one to take his anger out on. Kingsley was here to help Harry and he needed to remember that, but his temper was about to break.

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« Reply #5 on: Jun 17th, 2012, 8:55pm »

"There has to be someone inside the Ministry preventing these people from being captured. I saw Macnair get thrown against a wall and knocked out by Hagrid during the battle. I know Carrow was under close watch by the teachers at Hogwarts. How could you let these people get away?! I bet Umbridge-"

"Dolores Umbridge is currently in Azkaban. She was tried and convicted of sending Dementors to your place of residence nearly three years ago. It was my first and, quite frankly, the best decision I made as Minister. We were lucky, because the wizarding statutes only allow for four years to pass until you can no longer convict a witch or wizard of a crime."

Harry felt relieved Umbridge had finally gotten what she deserved, but he knew Kingsley didn't answer his question.

"So, are there people in the Ministry still helping the Death Eaters or not?," Harry asked sternly.

"I can only guess, but I think it is very likely. Our inability to capture Death Eaters in the past was explainable to a degree, but now we have no excuses. At this point, it is safe to assume there are people within the Ministry aiding the escape of Death Eaters."

Harry's heart dropped and his voice rose, "Outrageous!" he exclaimed, slamming his glass on the table. Mrs. Weasley jumped slightly and Mr. Weasley tried to cough to cover her small "Yipe!". Kingsley only looked at his watch.

"Harry, I cannot stay much longer. They'll know I'm here. I need you to find some place safe and to do as best you can to stay current on the news. You need to lose the guards following you. I see your trunks are at Grimmauld Place, so I've set protections around the property just as Dumbledore did when it was headquarters. I'll be your secret keeper, if you'll agree to it."

Harry nodded, although he did not want to put someone in the line of fire for him, yet again. Harry only agreed because he was certain the most capable wizard he knew to defend himself with the man who volunteered.

"Good. Harry, the Ministry cannot be trusted. Stay hidden for as long as you can. I suggest you take Ron and Hermione with you, to be safe. I'm afraid they've been identified as persons of interest by some of my colleagues at the Ministry as useful seconds if you cannot be obtained."

"So I'm supposed to hide and wait?," Harry said coldly. "I'm not sure if you remember, Kingsley, but I've handled bigger threats before."

Kingsley smiled widely at Harry and grabbed his arm again, this time in a soft way. Harry didn't expect a person of Kinglsey's size and stature to be capable of clutching something so delicately.

"Harry, I don't doubt you for a second. If everything were back to normal, you'd already be training in the Auror department and I'm sure of it. You've stood up to many things, Harry and I completely trust your judgement. Furthermore, I cannot stop you if you wish to act, but I do suggest you let things take their course and not get involved, if you can help it."

Kingsley stood up and the rest joined him. Mr. Weasley stumbled a bit, Harry hadn't noticed he'd polished off the remains of the firewhiskey.

"I'll be heading back to London to brief my successor. I suggest you leave in daylight, Harry. If the patrol around you sees you leave, then they'll leave, also - or I suspect they will. I'll be dropping by to see you - you should take this."

Kingsley handed a piece of parchment to Harry. Harry knew what it was, the address to the house Sirius left him.

"Show that to the people you want to visit. The Ministry will expect you to be there, but they won't be able to get in now. I'll head there before I go to the Ministry to make sure its safe. I'll send my Patronus to you with a message once I get to the Ministry giving you the go-ahead."

Harry nodded and Kingsley shook Harry's hand very firmly.

"I'm very sorry, Harry."

Kingsley walked to the door and let himself out, Harry did not hear any sound as he disappeared.
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« Reply #6 on: Jun 18th, 2012, 04:39am »

Really good work Blaze. One of the better fics I've read since the end of the series. I look forward to you finishing it.
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« Reply #7 on: Jun 28th, 2012, 7:01pm »

Chapter Three – Intertwined

Harry felt the color sink from his face as Kingsley vanished. The guilt Harry felt was overwhelming and it took him back to the guilt he felt so often as the war was ongoing. Voldemort was gone and, Harry thought, the world was supposed to be a peaceful place. Old wounds were supposed to be healing and families were supposed to be allowed to grieve and move forward. Instead, Harry was still at the center of controversy and the people he cared for continued throw themselves in the line of fire on his behalf.

Harry was still staring at the door. He would give anything to be able to talk to Dumbledore or Sirius right now. Harry knew there were only two ways to do such a thing and both methods were back at Hogwarts and he could not go back there without the Ministry on his tail.

It was very late and Harry felt the weight of the day pushing on his eyelids. Harry turned from the door and was expecting to see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley still standing near him, but they were gone, too. Harry did not know how long he had been standing there, but figured Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had gone to bed.

He walked to the foot of the stairs was met by Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and George on the stairs, effectively blocking his path upstairs.

Harry looked first to Ron, who was on the highest step with his back against the wall. Hermione was sitting, legs crossed, at Ron’s feet. Ginny was next to Hermione and Harry’s eyes stopped there. Ginny was in her pajamas, a bright orange Chudley Cannons shirt, which appeared to be a hand-me-down from a much younger Ron, and some muggle shorts. She looked so comfortable to Harry, but in the same instant he knew he had to stop thinking of Ginny. She smiled at Harry, making it much harder to move his mind away from her, but Harry was surprised to see George out of his room.

George was standing closest to Harry, looking a bit thin and tired. His hair was messy, much like it used to be before the business successes. George shot Harry a smile and Harry returned one. Harry couldn’t explain it, but the smile from George placed a calm over him and made him relax.

“Did you guys hear everything,” asked Harry, knowing the answer before his started.

Ron and Hermione nodded, answering for the group.

“It’s a bit of a relief, really, considering Mum forgot to keep us from prying,” George added. “I mean, it’s about time she stopped treating us like first years.”

The five walked into their rooms and turned down for bed, except George followed Harry and Ron into Ron’s room.

"So, we're leaving tomorrow then?," asked Ron. Harry nodded. George sat down next to Harry.

"Before you decide to tell me I don't have to come with you lot and that I should stop being his friend because I'll be safer, I'm going to go ahead and bow out now," said George, putting his elbow into Harry's ribs. Harry gave a small laugh, but the thought had crossed his mind.

"I'll be nearby in Diagon Alley if you all need anything, you know you can come there. I'll make sure I drop by and see you guys every few days, bring food and the other necessities.”

"We'll need all the help we can get," said Harry, patting George on the back and handing him the piece of parchment Kingsley had given him. George read it quickly, but thoroughly, and gave it back to Harry.

"And, of course Harry, you have free reign over the inventory, just let me know what you'll be needing."

"Git," muttered Ron, directing his comment at George.

"I can still hear very well with the one ear I have - mind you. I'm off to bed, see you guys tomorrow!"

Harry on Ron settled into bed and both fell asleep instantly.

Harry dreamed throughout the night, flashes of the final battle kept him tossing and turning. Harry could see Voldemort pointing his wand at Harry in the Forbidden Forest and the flash of green light. Harry’s dreams switched periodically throughout the night, switching from battles with Voldemort, to his parents death, to the deaths of Dumbledore and Sirius. Harry woke while reliving his walk through the Great Hall, seeing the rows of dead bodies. Harry sat straight up, dripping in cold sweat.
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« Reply #8 on: Jul 4th, 2012, 02:59am »

All the points are awesome and I really enjoyed reading.
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« Reply #9 on: Jul 9th, 2012, 6:17pm »

I have to admire your dedication to writing this story in website forum that is generally perceived as being "dead." It is only the faintest shadow of its former self. I'll definitely read your story and comment further when I am more awake.

Congratulations and keep up the good work! It warms my heart to see comments from members and not trolls.
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« Reply #10 on: Jul 9th, 2012, 8:55pm »

I'm writing here (I suppose) in hopes to drum up some followers again. I'm hoping some of the old realmies come back and see there's actual posting going on. I also posted my middle-school stuff here, so it's only natural.

Unfortunately, work gets in the way a lot more now. I plan on writing more in the near future. Thanks for reading!
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« Reply #11 on: Jul 10th, 2012, 04:14am »

I for one will be around to read it. Blaze I always liked your work and look forward to reading the end of this story. I know how work gets in the way so just give us what you can when you can.
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« Reply #12 on: Nov 6th, 2012, 10:09pm »

Very impressive article . I really appreciate your work.
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