ELECTED
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
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A/N Hi! So, you're probably wondering what happened to Rewinding of Time. Well, good news is that I have not abandoned it. The bad news is that I have decided to write the whole story before I keep uploading it. So I had writers block on that story for a while, then this plot bunny just bounced right into my head when I was watching Darkest Hour. So here you have it! (BTW, to make this fanfic simpler, there are no horcruxes.)
Disclaimer: GlimmerGamingMC + Fanfiction = I don't own Harry Potter.
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The public were in uproar. Ever since Voldemort had been sighted at the ministry, Fudge had no chance of staying in office. Especially since the people he had run a smear campaign on for a year had been involved in said sighting. The public were calling for his blood, and he had no choice other than to resign, or he knew he would be dishonourably excommunicated from his office. His career was in shambles.
With Fudge out of the way, it was up to the Wizengamot to appoint a new minister. Their first choice was Auror Rufus Scrimgeour, but the auror was soon dismissed as 'too concerned with public opinion'. So, who could they appoint who was not concerned with public opinion, who would fight Voldemort to the end, and who would have the necessary public weight to make needed changes?
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Harry Potter groaned as he heard his aunt's yells echoing through the house. "Wake up, boy!" she screeched, causing Harry to wince. "Dudders needs to leave in an hour, and you haven't even put breakfast on yet!" Harry crawled out of bed. This was the last thing he needed right now. He was struggling to cope with Sirius' death, Voldemort was out baying for his blood, and now his aunt wanted him to make breakfast. Bloody brilliant, he thought. He climbed down the stairs, his relatives shouting at him the whole way, and began to cook breakfast. Just then, there was the screech of a regal looking owl as it flew into the room, perched on the tap, and held its letter out to Harry. Harry looked at the owl suspiciously; his friends knew to only send him owls at night, as to not annoy his relatives. He reached out to grab the letter slowly, only to have it detach itself from the owl by itself and form into the shape of a face. The letter began to speak.
"Dear Mr Potter, please present yourself to the Wizengamot of Magical Britain at 10 o'clock, Wednesday 2nd July, of the year 1986, in the Ministry of Magic building located in central London. Regards, Lord Hendrick Finn, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot of Magical Britain." The letter then burst into flames.
Harry flinched, waiting for the outburst. Then it came. "How dare you bring your freakishness into this house!" "We give you food, clothes and shelter, and you repay us with this?" Harry could not deal with it any longer. He ran up to his room, grabbed his trunk, and walked down the stairs, anger fuelling his movements. His uncle and aunt tried to stop him, but he simply pointed his wand at them, and they backed off. He slammed the door behind him as he ran. He didn't care that there were death eaters after him; he just ran until he was far enough away. He then held out his wand arm, and the knight bus appeared before him with a bang.
"Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. I'm Stan-" the conductor started, reading off a little piece of paper he held in his palm, then he stopped. "Oh, hello Harry Potter! Where can I take you today?"
"The Leaky Cauldron, please Stan." Harry said, handing Stan a few sickles. Stan loaded Harry's luggage onto the bus, and then he shouted.
"Take it away, Ernie!"
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When he arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry carried his luggage inside. He hired a room from Tom (his trust vault would pay for it easily enough) and collapsed on his bed. One thought echoed in his brain. What have I done? He could not figure out why he had been summoned to the Wizengamot. Maybe it was about the Department of Mysteries fiasco?
Eventually, he realised that he could not spend his whole day moping. He sighed, stood up, and decided to take some money out of his vault. He opened the Diagon Alley entrance with his wand and walked towards Gringotts. As he was walking down the street, he saw a poster, proudly displayed on the window of a shop that blazed with orange light that brightly contrasted the grey, comparatively lifeless streets. Harry smiled grimly. It seems that the twins fulfilled their lifetime ambition.
He kept walking until he reached Gringotts bank. He made it through the increased security with no issue; but when he got inside, he was dismayed to see the extremely long lines. He resigned himself to a long wait, and a long wait he got. He waited a good half hour before he finally reached the teller, who sneered at him.
"I would like to make a withdrawal, Mr Griphook." Harry said, remembering the Goblin's name from his first trip to the bank all those years ago. The goblin looked shocked, before directing him to another goblin who brought him to his vault. Harry withdrew some gold before moving to leave the bank, but then there were multiple cracks of apparition and screaming from outside the bank. Harry drew his wand and ran outside. Death eaters had appeared in the middle of Diagon Alley.
There was an explosion as one of the death eaters pointed their wand at Olivanders, and the building went up in flames. Harry ran back up the street, dodging spells like he would bludgers, casting spells to keep the death eaters' heads down. He slashed his wand at a death eater, shouting "Diffindo!", causing the death eater to stumble as a deep cut appeared on their chest. Harry saw some death eaters entering Olivander's shop. "Wingarduim Leviosa!" he shouted, pointing his wand at a pile of broken glass. The glass flew up and slammed into the back of the death eaters who were entering the shop; but their heavy robes protected them for the most part. He dodged a spell coming from behind him, stunned the death eater that had cast it, and ran into the wandmaker's shop. He saw Olivander desperately trying to duel the death eaters, but failing, and he cast a stunner at the back of one of the death eaters. The death eater shielded and turned. They began to laugh; a laugh that Harry knew far too well. Bellatrix, Harry thought. Anger clouded his thoughts as spell after spell, all of them potentially deadly, poured out of his wand. Bellatrix giggled maniacally as she casually blocked all his spells. "Playing auror, are we Potter? Trying to avenge poor cousin Siri?" She giggled again as one of the other death eaters managed to stun Olivander. There was the crack of apparition as an auror force arrived, but it was too late; Harry could see one of the death eaters grab Olivander and prepare to apparate. He slashed with his wand, and the cutting curse that left it caused the death eater to flinch and let go of Olivander just as he apparated away, the old wandmaker staying on the floor of the shop. Then the aurors ran into the shop, led by a familiar pink haired auror.
"Tonks!" Harry shouted as he continued to duel Bellatrix. "Never been happier to see you!" The auror smiled as she took down a death eater.
"Or me you. We were very worried about you, you know. Just running away from your relatives like that; you scared us!" she said, her eyes twinkling with reflected light as the spells flew. Bellatrix snarled as she was surrounded by aurors, and with a spin she disapparated. Harry lowered his wand, tired.
"Well, what a great holiday I'm having."
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Harry straightened up his robes once more. His wand was in his new holster, which Olivander had gifted him for saving him from the death eaters. It was 9 o'clock on July 2nd; the day he was set to appear before the Wizengamot. He was nervous; he was meeting the whole government of wizarding Britain in an hour, who wouldn't be? He grabbed his cloak and left his small room in the Leaky Cauldron. He had decided to floo to the Ministry; it would save time, and he did not want to ever go on the Knight Bus ever again if he could help it. He grabbed a handful of floo powder, threw it into the fire, and called, "Ministry of Magic, Visitor's Floo!" as clearly as he could. He had asked Tom for tips on floo usage the night before and had received an abundance of useful tips. As soon as he felt the spinning slow down, he stepped out, landing with a slight stumble but otherwise fine, on the exquisite black stone floors of the Atrium. He drew his wand and cast a cleaning charm on his robes (the Ministry couldn't detect underage magic in their own building, with all the other people using magic almost constantly). He stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the Department of Mysteries. As the elevator stopped at the Minister's office, Arthur Weasley stepped on to the elevator. He didn't recognise Harry at first, as Harry was wearing high quality wizard robes, and Arthur had only ever seen him in muggle clothes and his Hogwarts uniform. It might also have had something to do with the fact that he was radiating confidence, even if he was a nervous wreck on the inside. The elevator descended a level ("Department of Magical Law Enforcement, incorporating the Auror headquarters and Wizengamot administration services") before Mr Weasley recognised Harry.
"Harry!" he said with a smile. Some of the other occupants of the elevator started at this, then looked at Harry with interest.
"Harry Potter?" asked one man. Harry smiled and turned around.
"Yes. What is your name, good sir?" Harry asked politely. He had long since learnt that it was best to act nice to people, as it would make them more willing to do favours for him if he needed them (he would have stopped if he ever realised how Slytherin this thought was, though).
"Fredrick. Fredrick Bolman." The man said, a wide smile on his face. The lift stopped at another level, but no one got out; everyone wanted to meet the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry shook hands with the five or six wizards and witches in the elevator before the elevator stopped at the Department of Mysteries, and he got out. Harry smirked as the lift went back up; he noticed that everyone had missed their stops and now had to go back up again. He walked down the tiled hallway, memories assaulting him, but he pushed them away; he had been busy learning occlumency in his spare time, and he found that it really helped in these kinds of situations. His feet clicked on the floor as he turned off the main hallway, walked down the stairs, and saw the door to the Wizengamot chambers – right next to the door of Courtroom 10. He shook the memories off once more but could not shake the fear that he would be expelled or sentenced to Azkaban, even if he hadn't been told that he had done anything wrong. It would be typical Fudge to keep me in the dark until my actual trial, Harry thought, not knowing that Fudge was already kicked out of office. He shook his head to clear it just as the door opened to reveal Percy Weasley, who sneered at Harry.
"Come in, Potter." He said. He obviously had not yet gotten over the fact that he had been wrong about Harry. Harry gave Percy a fake, wide smile, thoroughly confusing the man, and stepped through the door. Harry felt a feeling of calm wash over him as he stepped through the door. Whatever was going on today, he would conquer.
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The door slammed closed behind Harry. The Wizengamot silenced as they saw the boy. He was not what they had expected; they had heard tales of a shy boy who generally kept away from his fame. This confident looking boy in front of them had them stumped. Hendrick Finn, the Chief Warlock (Dumbledore had not been re-elected after Fudge had left) spoke.
"Welcome, Mr Potter. Please take a seat on the chair in front of you." Harry did so, sitting with a straight back and piercing eyes. He saw several members of the Wizengamot staring at him, but as soon as he looked at them, they quickly looked away. He allowed himself a smirk, and then turned his attention to the Chief Warlock. "Mr Potter, on the 31st of June, Former Minister Cornelius Fudge fell victim to a vote of no confidence. As such, we are looking for a replacement Minister to lead our nation through these trying times." Harry frowned, wondering where he was going with this. "We surveyed the entire ministry, but we found no one suitable for that role. So, we cast our attention to those outside the ministry. In short, Mr Potter, pending your acceptance, you will become the next Minister for Magic of the Magical Government of Wizarding Britain."
Harry just sat in the chair, stunned. He felt a wave of nausea pass over him, but managed to hold it in. He calmed after a few seconds (thanking his occlumency training once again) and asked a question. "If I was to, hypothetically, accept, what would my role be?" The Chief Warlock smiled grimly.
"Get us through this war in one piece, Mr Potter."
"Then I accept." Harry replied after a moment of consideration. The Wizengamot looked relieved. Harry smiled. The Chief Warlock smiled and spoke again.
"Repeat after me. I, your name, do accept this magical oath, to faithfully execute this office of Minister for Magic of the United Kingdom, and to the best of my ability preserve, protect and defend the people of our country. So mote it be."
"I, Harry James Potter, do accept this magical oath, to faithfully execute this office of Minister for Magic of the United Kingdom, and to the best of my ability preserve, protect and defend the people of our country. So mote it be." Power flowed out of Harry and he felt the wards of the Ministry building shift to him. Applause started, and soon everyone in the chamber was clapping for the new Minister.
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Harry walked out of the Wizengamot chambers. He could feel the adrenaline leave his veins as he entered the lift and pressed the button for the Minister's office. His office. He felt shock begin to kick in, and he was happy that the elevator would go immediately to the Minister's office foe the Minister and that no one else would get on. He shook his head, wondering whatever possessed him to accept the duty as Minister. He sighed as the lift arrived. Time to face the music.
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The lift doors opened to reveal the Minister's level. Harry sneered at the amount of suck ups and toadies in the room; he could almost taste them. He saw a heavily ornate door on one wall and correctly assumed that it was the door to the Minister's office. He felt the wards unlock the door as he got close and opened it to see a large group of people inside. "Minister?" asked Madame Bones, wanting confirmation.
"Yes, Madame Bones." Harry said, sinking into the chair behind the desk and running his hands through his hair.
"Please, we are colleagues now. Call me Amelia." She said with a smile. Harry gave a weak smile back. He turned to the rest of the group, who introduced themselves as the other department heads. After the introduction, Harry promised one-on-one meetings later to discuss issues with the departments and dismissed all but Madame Bones and Saul Croaker, the head of the Unspeakables.
"Amelia, Croaker, I have some things we need to talk about before I go talk to the muggle Minister." Harry said. He indicated that they should take a seat, and they did so. "I have noticed that the level of security in the Ministry is ridiculous. Death Eaters should not be able to access the Hall of Prophecy just because everyone has left for the weekend." Harry said. Amelia and Croaker nodded. "I want to pay the goblins to rebuild the wards around the Ministry; keep it a secret so that Tom Riddle can't sabotage the efforts. Tom Riddle is Voldemort's real name." He added at their looks of confusion.
"But we can't reinforce them too much, or they will be too much of a nuisance." Croaker said.
"Yes. So we also need to reinforce other layers of security right now. Is there a way to detect the Imperius Curse?" Harry asked. Croaker spoke again.
"No. There is no known way to do so, but we know that it can be removed by the goblin's 'Thieves' Downfall.'"
"Has it ever been extensively researched? Is there any reason to believe that there may be a way that no one has discovered yet?" Harry asked.
"No." Croaker replied.
"What are your people doing right now?" Harry asked. He knew that as Minister he got to know this stuff, but his oath prevented him from telling anyone else.
"We are working on several projects. We are working on a counter for inferi in the death chamber, the working of thoughts in the brain chamber, the working of love in the love chamber, by order of Albus Dumbledore, and we were researching prophecies and time until you destroyed their chambers." Croaker answered. Harry hummed a little, thinking.
"So you have some extra Unspeakables you can reroute?" Harry asked. Croaker nodded. "Ok. I want two extra teams; one to research a method of detecting and removing the Imperius Curse, and the other to research why the hell Voldemort is not dead. Can you do that?" Harry asked, but Croaker knew that it was an order.
"Yes, we can." He said simply. Harry nodded.
"Amelia, you will work with the goblins to get the new wards up. I also want you to work on a new security scheme. Do everything you can. And, by the way, please update the wards on your own houses; I don't want to lose any more staff than possible." They both nodded. "Very well; you have your orders. Dismissed." Harry said. They walked out of his office. Harry sighed. It was time to meet the Prime Minister.
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The muggle Prime Minister was currently sitting behind his desk, doing some paperwork, when that stupid portrait cleared its throat. The Prime Minister sighed, knowing what would follow; a meeting with that idiot Fudge. "Prime Minister, the Minister for Magic is here to see you." The portrait said. The Prime Minister nodded, resigned to his fate. The fireplace flared and revealed, not Fudge, but a 16-year-old boy.
"Good morning, Prime Minister." Harry said, waving his wand to clear the soot off his robes. The Prime Minister nodded his head, a little shocked. Harry put his wand back in its holster and held out his hand for the Prime Minister to shake, which he did. "Harry James Potter, Minister for Magic." Harry introduced himself.
"You're the minister? You look very young." The Prime Minister said.
"Yeah, I'm only 16. Turns out that the Wizengamot thinks that I'm the best person to lead us through the war we have on our hands." Harry said.
"Excuse me? What war?" asked the Prime Minister, his voice dangerously low.
"Fudge didn't tell you?"
"No. I haven't seen him for several months." Harry swore under his breath. This was not good. He had a feeling this would not end well.
"In our society, we have a social system of purebloods, half-bloods, muggleborns and half-breeds. I know, its very bigoted and racist, but the people in power are the people at the top of the pecking order, so nothing changes." Harry said in response to the Prime Minister's look of outrage. "The purebloods are those who have had magic in their families for centuries; anyone with all magical great grandparents can count themselves as a pureblood. The older and longer your family has been all pureblood, the higher up you are in the pecking order. At the top are the noble houses, who are appointed by the most ancient and noble houses, who were appointed by Merlin himself. They all hold most of the seats on the Wizengamot.
"Then there are the half-bloods. Those who have 1-7 magical great grandparents. They are in the middle of the ranks; they are not scorned, except by the most bigoted purebloods, but they are also not politically powerful in any way, unless you do something spectacular. I am a half-blood, my father was a pureblood who married a muggleborn, and the only way I became famous was by defeating Tom Riddle, a terrorist, when I was one.
"Then there are the muggleborns. They are those who have no magical grandparents. They are the second lowest on the pecking order and can't expect to do very well in the Ministry with their blood status.
"Finally, there are the half-breeds; people who are born half of a different race; for example half-goblin. They are scorned and ridiculed often by both the wizards and the race they were born from.
"However, not everyone believes in this system. With the inflow of muggleborns larger than pureblood and half-blood births due to inbreeding, the purebloods' beliefs are being questioned more and more. They do not want to lose the monopoly of power they have, so they look for ways of keeping their power. Seeing an opportunity, a half-blood named Tom Marvolo Riddle renamed himself Lord Voldemort and began to kill muggleborns and muggles, to supposedly 'keep wizards pure' and rule over the muggles. The purebloods got behind him, and he started a war, which we call the great wizarding war, although it will probably be renamed the first wizarding war soon.
"He was gaining power too rapidly, and the ministry, which was stopped at every turn by their own government of purebloods, threatened to fall. Then he went after my parents. He found our home and killed my father. He told my mother that if she stepped aside and let him kill me, he would spare her. But she refused, so he killed her. Then he turned to me.
"What he didn't realise was that, by dying for me, my mother had activated an ancient magical ritual. His killing curse bounced off me and hit him, supposedly killing him. The wizarding world celebrated for days. However, the fear of him still resounds so much in our society that he is known as you-know-who or he-who-must-not-be-named. His followers, who called themselves the Death Eaters, were mostly purebloods, who were able to buy their freedom.
"Tom Riddle was assumed to be dead for years. However, he somehow survived, and he has once more returned to wage war on the Ministry and muggles."
"I think the Queen needs to hear this." The Prime Minister stated. Harry nodded.
"I would think so."
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A/N So there it is! This fic will probably be only a couple chapters long. This one is just setting the scene for the later chapters. Thanks for reading my little muse. Please review and tell me where you want this fic to go!
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