Harry's Ultimatum to Fudge

He soon regained his countenance and put a very self-important expression on his face. "The Minister is quite busy at this moment. I'm afraid that you will have to schedule an appointment for some later time."

For some reason, Harry wanted to laugh. However, he restrained himself and spoke. "I don't care how busy your incompetent minister is. Tell him that the Lord of Polairix is here to see him." This all came out in a very loud, yet frosty whisper, courtesy of some of the charms that Bellatrix had used on him.

Percy, desperately trying to retain some sense of nerveThe Power of Evidenc, quickly stood up and disappeared behind the door that led to Fudge's office. He appeared a moment later, looking very flustered. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, emphasizing the 'sir,' despite the fact that Harry's proper address was 'my lord,' "you will need to make an appointment."

Harry began to slowly step toward Percy, saying nothing. When they were nearly face to face, with Percy desperately trying to see through the charm that hid Harry's face, Harry finally spoke. "I don't think so." Then, with a casual wave of his wand, he sent Percy flying to the other side of the office.

Another wave, and the door to Fudge's office flew open and the group made their way through to find a very nervous Fudge using his desk as a barricade. "Don't come any closer or I'll be forced to use magic against you!" he cried.

"Get up." Harry commanded as a bodyguard closed the door behind them. "I'm here to discuss Azkaban and my other decrees as you have likely guessed by now." Harry said.

Fudge was stupid enough to sneer at Harry. "Azkaban remains under the control of this Ministry! There is nothing you can do that will make me decide otherwise. Even if you kill me, my successor will never allow it!"

"The Ministry will get off of Azkaban. Do you know why?"

"No."

Harry pulled a document that the goblins had owled him from his cloak and showed it to Fudge. "This certifies that I am the sole owner with managing control over the Daily Prophet."

"I fail to see your point, Mr. Polairix." Fudge replied, at the very least acknowledging that the document was indeed valid.

This time, a large sheaf of papers came out of Harry's cloak. "These are copies of the Smythe Memos and the records of one Dolores Umbridge. They illustrate, in express detail, the facts that you knew the Dark Wizard Voldemort had indeed returned, yet deliberately ignored it, and they also detail the multiple felonies Umbridge has committed- with your full knowledge. If they were to be published in the Daily Prophet, you and anyone else named 'Fudge' would be ruined forever."

"How did you get those?" Fudge yelled.

"That doesn't matter." Harry replied, annoyed. "If you fail to turn Azkaban over to me immediately and fail to come into compliance with my perfectly legitimate demands, these papers will be published in the Daily Prophet."

Fudge was at a disadvantage, yet his anger overrode any common sense he had. "I'll shut down the Daily Prophet!" he roared.

"You can't shut the newspaper down until it screams your misdeeds to the general public. By that time it would be too late anyway."

Finally admitting defeat, Fudge sighed. "It'll take me a couple of months to properly turn control of Azkaban over to you."

"If you aren't off Azkaban by Saturday afternoon, these documents go to press for the Sunday edition of the Daily Prophet." Harry said, knowing full well that it wouldn't take as long as Fudge was making it out to be.

"Two weeks then?"

"Saturday."

"Saturday it is." Fudge sighed.

"Good." Harry whispered. "Don't mess with me again. I also expect you to comply with my other decrees." He turned and left the office with the bodyguards following, leaving the incriminating memos on Fudge's desk. Bellatrix had made several duplicates, and he personally doubted that he'd be able to use them again. Fudge would expose himself slowly to prevent being blackmailed with them again.

Not wishing to remain any longer in the Ministry, Harry and his bodyguards returned to Nair'icaix . He dismissed them to return to their normal posts and made his way to his private study where he arranged with Bess, Tess, and Reggins to have the appropriate personnel prepared to take over Azkaban for Saturday, which was approaching quickly.

After signing off a few documents, and writing a letter to Snape detailing the latest news to be shared with Lupin, Tonks, Moody, and to some extent- Neville, he decided that he might as well begin his drills early. His plans were disrupted when the door opened to admit a very cross looking Bellatrix who physically escorted a sulky Narcissa in.

"Sit." Bellatrix commanded. Narcissa disagreeably sat in a chair across from Harry's desk and did her best to pretend that he was not present. After seeing this lack of acknowledgment on Narcissa's part, Bellatrix scowled. "Tell Harry what you just did!"

"I called one of the servants a half-breed." Narcissa mumbled.

Harry arched on of his eyebrows. For some reason he wasn't particularly surprised, butthat didn't mean that he was happy about it however. He inwardly sighed at the irony of having his wifeasking him todiscipline a woman who was probably twice his age at the very least. Finally he uttered the only thing he could think of. "Indeed?"

Bellatrix nodded. "Yes, she did. She also refuses to apologize. I'll let you deal with this alone." She strode from the room and closed the door with a bang. It was a nice show, however- Harry's ring told him that she was waiting outside the door and was in the process of casting an eavesdropping charm. She seemed to want Narcissa to regard Harry as the authority figure, but was also curious. He appreciated the gesture, though the eavesdropping did put make him slightly uncomfortable.

"Why did you do it?" Harry asked.

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