Ministry of Magic,
"Order! Order!"
"Now that it's been made clear who betrayed the Potters, and Pettigrew has confessed to murdering the Muggles that day, we have no reason to hold Sirius Black accountable. Furthermore, the Ministry apologizes to Sirius Black for not holding a fair trial, and we acknowledge his innocence in this matter…"
At Fudge's words, the chamber ushered in loud murmurs as everyone stood up simultaneously and tried to speak. It was an utterly messy trial with various journalists and outsider overseers present as witnesses, including the headmasters of the other two schools who participated in the Triwizard Tournament.
With beads of sweat forming on his forehead, Cornelius Fudge gazed down helplessly. The inevitable moment had arrived, and he had no choice. "Er, well, it's with a heavy heart that I must announce—I've decided to resign from the post of Minister for Magic!"
And that brought the silence from the masses. That was what they wanted from the start. But there were still plenty of devious minds plotting their own games of replacing the Minister and placing someone of their own.
Dumbledore was, however, one step ahead and, through Cornelius, brought the situation under control.
"In these tumultuous times, I grasp the necessity for a resolute and stringent Minister for Magic to oversee this emergency. Thus, until the selection of the next Minister, Alastor Moody shall act as the Interim Minister for Magic," Cornelius declared, once again stirring the room into clamorous chatter. However, half of them fell silent this time, accepting the arrangement.
In the current times, a paranoid man as the Minister was precisely what they needed. Alastor, although he had chosen to retire, was not hard to convince to join again as he felt ashamed and enraged after getting caught in Voldemort's scheme.
But the information regarding Voldemort's body was still kept under wraps. What happened to it, or what was to happen to it, was known by none.
"Where is the boy, Dumbledore?" Alastor Moody walked over to the bearded man, limping on one side. "I have a few questions for him."
Dumbledore continued to caress his beard while showing no emotions. "Let the boy rest, Alastor. It's night, and you can send someone for him tomorrow."
"What of Potter?"
Dumbledore sighed and looked at Harry Potter sitting close to Sirius Black, both of them smiling and talking. "I will let his Godfather decide."
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"So, what does the star of our family wish to do after school? With your name and achievement, I'm sure you can join a good department in the Ministry," Arthur Weasley excitedly asked at the dinner table.
Ron smiled, hiding his nervousness desperately. All he wanted to do was finish his dinner and run off to his room so nobody would see who was hiding there; But he had to act naturally.
"Dad, I'm just entering my fifth year."
"So what? A man has to have ambitions. You must have one too," Arthur said, unable to hide how proud he was.
Honestly, I have no idea. I don't even know for how long this spree of luck will continue.
"I… I think I'll take up a job at the Ministry, depending on how good my N.E.W.Ts go," Ron replied, sounding unsure of his own talents. He was happy but not delusional to overestimate himself. "I'll first have to do good in O.W.Ls."
Sensing the heavy air at the dining table, Molly quickly moved to push more food towards Ron. "Come now. No more work-talk at the table."
Following that, the usual bickering began, and everyone ate merrily, albeit Ron being a little faster. Sadly, the table felt somewhat empty with Bill and Charles returning to their jobs and Percy having never arrived.
What's Percy's problem? He wondered and finished his meal.
"Mum, Dad, I'll go back to my room and practice dancing a little. I get invited to so many parties these days, and dancing there gets awkward." Ron got up from his seat.
"Take your sister for practice, dear," Molly suggested.
Thanks, but I'm not that mental yet. Ron cursed himself in the head.
"It's alright, Mum. I will go to sleep afterward," he rejected her suggestion and placed his plates in the sink. "I will be meeting some French journalists tomorrow for an interview. Need to prepare for that as well."
Quickly, Ron bid everyone goodnight and headed towards the stairs, still hearing Molly's voice fawning all over him and calling him a grown-up and whatnot.
"Wait!"
What now?!
Ron stopped at the first floor as he heard George and Fred's voices from behind. Honestly, he felt nervous with them since they were most likely to discover his secret through their wicked means.
Woah, this is new. What's with this embarrassed look on their faces? Don't tell me they already saw her.
"W-What is it?"
George spoke first. "Mum told us that you made a lot of…"
Fred added from there. "Earnings… from your interview. You already know about our dream, so we were hoping that…"
"You could loan us some money for our initial investment to start the Joke Shop." They ended simultaneously.
Oh, so that's why they're embarrassed—ashamed of asking their little brother for some money.
Ron heaved a silent breath and immediately nodded. He just wanted to get going as quickly as possible. "Sure, how much do you need?"
"At most a thousand Galleons, but even five hundred wi—"
"Sure," Ron interrupted them before they finished. "I'll give you a thousand, and you don't even have to return it. But I want a lifetime promise from you two that you won't play any pranks on me."
"Tsk!"
"Oh…"
What the, why are you so sad about that? Is tormenting me that fun? Ron seriously thought of not giving them money.
"Fine, it's a deal then." The twins extended their hands in the end.
Ron carefully shook them and made sure there was no prank. "Alright, I'll give you the money tomorrow then. Goodnight."
With that, he rushed up the stairs and finally arrived at his locked room. Waving his wand, he quickly unlocked it and jumped inside. Not even bothering looking for Lavender first, he turned around and placed as many locks on the door as possible.
Clack!
Woosh!
Magic, regular locks, muggle locks, and even a chain. Ron used everything he could and made sure nobody would be able to enter without giving him a few moments to react.
"This is so tiring," he grunted and finally looked at the bed. There, Lavender laid under the quilt, only her face visible, with a sock tightly in her mouth. Her eyes held a fanatic excitement that almost scared Ron.
"Ummm… mmmm."
Ron sighed and walked close to her, gulping a little. In the end, he couldn't forget that Lavender was completely naked underneath that quilt. "I'll free you, but don't make any loud noises."
"Ummhmm…"
Getting her nod, Ron gently pulled out the sock from her mouth and threw it away. "Don—"
"Fuck me!" She cried out with a desperate moan. Before Ron could react, she began struggling with herself on the creaking old bed and soon pushed away the quilt from over her body, revealing herself entirely for Ron's eyes to feast upon.
Fuck, she's still so wet. What was she thinking about alone here?
Ron noticed the heavy dampness, almost sticky, around her thighs. Her throbbing, jutting mounds were also tightly on display, the nipples protruding with a desperate desire to be abused. Her curves, the fleshy, unblemished body, were doing their magic in his loins. He could feel it.
"A-Are you sure, Lavender?"
"Anything for my Won-Won!" She purred like a happy kitten.
She's gone crazy. Ron frowned furiously at her reply. I don't want this. But if I say no, she's gonna scream, I have no doubt. Hm… then maybe… make this experience so bad for her that she'll hate me?
The idea did cross his mind, and this was the only thing he could do. How effective it would be, only time could tell.
"Fine," Ron exclaimed, taking a more serious and angrier persona before removing his pants and underwear. "Lie down on the bed, facing the ceiling. Hang your head over the edge towards me."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Lavender crazedly rolled on the bed since her hands and feet were still tied. The bed squeaked a little, but Ron didn't worry about that. He just wanted to do it quickly and leave her regretting it.
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