"Ah hello my boy, how has your summer been?"
"Quite the experience Headmaster, and yours?"
The old man smiled warmly, Harry truly was the epitome of politeness. It was disappointing that Severus was so suspicious of him. "As well as it can be. With everything that has occurred in the past few months I won't be able to look after you for too long, but I hope you make yourself at home for the brief time you are here."
The child nodded, before going towards his room to unpack. Moments later an owl arrived, earning a frown from the Headmaster.
"Is something wrong sir?"
"It appears so my boy. An emergency session of the Wizengamot has been called to address the situation at Azkaban…" here the elderly wizard paused. The next person 'in line' to take care of Harry wouldn't be ready for at least another forty-eight hours, which meant that he would either have to leave the child behind or take him along to the Ministry.
"Harry… how would you like to join me in attending a Wizengamot session? It would be a rather interesting experience for you, as well as your first introduction to a world of politics if you find them interesting."
"That would be rather delightful sir, thank you."
...
Albus Dumbledore found himself in a rather odd situation. He was secretly wishing that instead of dealing with a room full of older Witches, Wizards, and their squabbling, that instead they could be replaced with copies of the incredibly courteous young boy who was silently waiting in a corner, while disguised of course, watching on. Surely if a mere schoolboy could keep proper etiquette then adults could as well?
Apparently not, as the great room was almost devolving into several shouting matches… and all over the least important of issues.
"No, YOU don't understand what is at stake here! If we were to raise the tax on magical transportation by even half of a percent we risk causing riots! No one would be able to afford to commute or travel. THE ENTIRE ECONOMY WOULD SHUT DOWN!"
"And if we do not!? How in Merlin's name do you expect to finance the newly colored Auror outfits without this money?"
"I say we readdress that issue entirely." Another woman interrupted the arguing pair from nearby. "The color change from cardinal to crimson is completely unacceptable, if anything it should be carnelian that replaces the current primary pigment!"
"Only because you are in control of the largest carnelian dye manufacturer in England!"
The woman responded with a, rather pathetic, look of shock and disbelief. "I will have you know that two studies have shown a six percent increase in productivity by those wearing carnelian as opposed to those who are forced to don crimson or cardinal!"
And so on, and so on until Dumbledore was practically fighting the urge to fire off a couple dozen 'cannon blast' spells to deafen everyone in the room… or at least himself.
"Excuse me Chief Warlock."
Pausing, Albus turned to glance over at the current Minister of Magic, whose eyes were shifting between himself and the boy currently seated in the corner.
"Yes Minster?"
"Could you inform this body as to why there is a child sitting in on a closed session of the Wizengamot."
"I am currently acting as his guardian and since I was called to this meeting…"
"That is not our problem Albus, he will need to leave immediately."
"You would rather him wander the Ministry alone?"
The man bit back a response. With the ruling legislative government watching his every move he couldn't exactly demand a child be sent out into the building without escort.
"No… no of course not we will…" as Fudge turned back to the boy he saw his hair part for just a split second… and a lightning bolt scar hidden beneath. "On second thought I will be happy to escort him. I am not currently involved in any debates for this afternoon so I am free to show him around for a while."
"I do not think…"
"Dumbledore" one of the representatives called out, changing his focus of attention, "we still have much to discuss. I am sure that the Minister will take good care of your charge, now if you please?"
A reluctant sigh escaped his mouth, before the elderly man nodded. "Yes… yes of course."
...
"I am rather surprised," Fudge began as he walked next to the boy through the halls, "that Dumbledore would bring the great boy-who-lived to a meeting of the Wizengamot."
Harry shrugged, apparently not being surprised in the least bit at his identity being discovered. "It was last minute and we didn't have any other options at the time."
"Of course… of course… so Harry, may I call you Harry?"
"I…"
"Good, so Harry what would you like to see first? I could show you around my office, or perhaps to the DMLE, or maybe…"
"Actually sir, I was wondering… well no don't worry about it."
"What? What is it Harry?"
"It is just… I keep hearing about someone named 'Sirius Black' but I haven't been told much about him…"
"You… haven't?"
"No…" Emerald eyes fell to the floor in a mixture of shame and sadness.
"Well… we will just have to remedy that wont we? Let's go and see what we can dig up, bit of an adventure eh?" Fudge grinned as the boy's face lit up in a smile.
Inwardly Harry wondered if all politicians were this idiotic.
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