Uncovering Fudge's Secret Agenda

Harry's POV

Harry whirled around to see who was causing the alarm. His golden shield flared, protecting him, and those with him, from everything that could come their way. He was sure that it would stop the Unforgivables. Though he wasn't going to test it. Right now, all he could see was a shadowy figure still partially hidden by the portrait. He could make out vague shadows of a fat man, who seemed to like the color green. Bright green, if what he could see was anything to go by.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" he demanded with his hands at the ready defend himself. He noted that Bones, and Remus held their wands in a defensive position as well. Not that it would do much good with the dome around them, but he'd rather be safe than sorry.

He was glad that he hadn't dropped the alert system when he came here. He had thought about it, with all the adults running around, but decided to keep it on low. The alarms hadn't gone off while he was here, so whoever this was must have spooked his crew. He didn't know if it was because they were sneaking up on him, or because they were dangerous.

"Ah, Harry Potter. What a delight it is to see you," came the jovial reply from a pudgy man, who stepped into the light. "I heard you have amnesia, such a terrible tragedy for such a young man. Let me reintroduce myself, my name is Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. We've met a couple of times before, and I'd like to think we were friends." He held out his hand but seeing that it couldn't get past the shield he dropped it, and from the look on the boy's face that wasn't going to happen right away. This pissed him off, who did the teen think he was, not taking his better's hand. His thoughts were not nice; however, that slippery smile that got him into off never left his face.

"Minister Fudge, why are you lurking in the shadows? You almost got your face blown off," Amelia barked, lowered her wand, rubbed her forehead, and gave a relieved sigh. It was only Cornelius, nothing to worry about.

Fudge turned his attention to the Head of the DMLE, pasted on a politician's smile, and came further in the hall. "Ah, Amelia, I was just having a little fun. No harm done. I heard Harry Potter was in the building and wanted to chat with the child. Surly, there is no crime in that," he said, turning his attention back to Potter. "Could you, by chance, lower this marvelous shield. You must tell me how it is done. In my line of work, I need all the protection I can get."

Harry looked at Madam Bones' face and saw only frustration. She nodded that it was okay, so he canceled the shield, and looked at the portly man. The Minister was looking at him like he was a prize, though Harry didn't know if it was for political purposes, or some other reason. The dark-haired teen glared at the man, he didn't want anyone to think he was a token — for any reason. Especially, not for some trumped up story on how he survived the impossible. He had read the stories, and Harry wasn't impressed with their logic. Now, this man was looking at him like he was the last piece of candy in the store. He probably wanted the Boy-Who-Lived as a poster boy. Well, the dark-haired amnesiac wasn't sure how he felt about that.

These thoughts were going on in his head, while he weighed his options. Yeah, the guy looked like and oily salesman, but from what he heard of this man was relatively harmless. Rumor was that he bought his way to Minister on Malfoy's dime. Or Sickle, as the case may be.

While Potter was trying to figure out what to do, Bones was glaring at her boss. She didn't know there was a hidden passage behind that picture, and it upset her greatly that the man didn't tell it was there. Heck, she didn't know there were any hidden tunnels. She was going to have to have one of her officers to check it out. That, and she was going to have to sit Cornelius down, and pick his brain on how he knew about this one. As far as she knew he didn't know anything about the building. He mostly stayed in his office and made deals. Oh yeah, she knew all about his shady dealings; however, Fudge was smart enough to not leave a trail. She was just waiting for the day she could bring him down. And his toad of a secretary too.

Letting her daydreams go for now, she narrowed her eyes at her boss. "Where does that tunnel lead?" she asked Fudge with a wave of her hand.

"Isn't it simply marvelous, it leads right to the Main Hall. Comes out right at the portrait of Malus the Rich. I must have scared ten years of Madam Marchbanks. Not that she can afford it," Cornelius stated with a chuckle as he moved his beady eyes to her face. He didn't give any indication that she was intimidating him. He needed to appear that he was in charge, so he could get the Potter boy to follow him.

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