Scrimgeour's Inaugural Address

The chill of the night was driven away by the warm fire in the kitchen and the steaming Coco on the table. Harry sat on a sofa that fit him exactly, the Daily Prophet spread across his knees.

Sirius lounged against the cupboard, absentmindedly using his Wand to make a slice of bacon whirl around on a plate.

Remus sat opposite Harry, cradling a mug in both hands as he calmly spoke about the ceremony he had witnessed.

"I have to say, it was much more solemn than last time," Remus said. "I never saw Fudge take his oath of office myself, but I heard he stammered through the oath and even misread two words."

"I think Wade cared a lot about this election. He seemed to want Madam Bones to win... Wade must be disappointed now."

Harry muttered as he glanced at Scrimgeour in the newspaper, then took a closer look at Dumbledore in the photo before spotting the list of Umbridge's crimes. He clicked his tongue.

He remembered Wade seeming to say before that Madam Umbridge was a very elegant, gentle, kind person with a childlike heart.

Of course, after revelation after revelation came out, Harry naturally understood that Wade had had ulterior motives when he said that.

But now, looking again at the woman's photo in the news, he still felt an indescribable sympathy for his friend.

Maybe... I should call and comfort him later?

Harry turned the tiny Communication Pea over in his hand as he considered it.

Remus smiled faintly at that.

A large portion of the Galleons in Wade's vault had been spent through Remus's efforts, so he naturally knew what Wade had been doing lately.

But even though Wade and Harry were friends, Remus had not carelessly revealed information about his employer and