His Angel

Chapter 28

CHAPTER 28

Many times I would ask myself…did I ever mean anything more than a means to an end for Death?

I never thought to wonder what I was to Fate.

"How bad is it?"

"12 dead." Came the flat reply. He raised an eyebrow but made no comment. "23 severely wounded. We suspect some of them will take weeks if not months to return to active duty."

"What's the count on the Death Eaters?"

"…"

"Was I not clear enough?" He asked quietly, his voice carrying over the sudden hush that had settled in.

"2…2 bodies sir."

"Bodies." He repeated. "So…16 Death Eaters broke into the Department of Mysteries, met with a group of 25 highly trained Aurors, proceeded to incapacitate or kill the whole lot of them and managed to get away scot free leaving just 2 dead in their wake." He looked disgustedly at the man in front of him. "Identify the bodies. I trust your team is competent enough to look under a mask?"

"Yes sir." He waved them off without another word before pushing past the reporters who were crowding the atrium. Flashes of light from their cameras kept going off and they all kept firing questions at him but he ignored all of them.

Rufus Scrimgeour was not having a good day.

To think Death Eaters could sneak into the ministry itself and battle a whole squadron of Aurors, not only managing to defeat them outnumbered but escape? The Ministry was done for. Fudge was done for.

And this was only the beginning. He shuddered to think of what the evening will bring when news about the attack had finally spread throughout the country.

"Where's Fudge?" He barked at the woman sitting in the desk at the side. Umbridge.

Merlin he hated this woman.

"He's inside." She replied.

"Alright…and, may I ask what you're doing here?"

"What?"

"Here, the Minister's office. Why are you here?" He asked irritably. She glared at him.

"I am the senior und-"

"Not anymore. Fudge is not the Minister anymore. I am now the acting Minister and I do not remember appointing you my secretary." A small sense of satisfaction rose in him as he looked at the stunned expression on her face. "Get your things and get out."

"But it's my job! I can help you!" She squeaked.

"No, you cannot. Times are changing Miss Umbridge. While Fudge may have tolerated you, you are not useful in any way to me. So kindly clear out."

"You can't just fire me! I-"

"I just did." He said shortly, cutting her off. Before she could say anything more he pushed the door in front of him open and stepped inside, slamming it shut behind him.