Rufus’s first meeting of the day was with Barty Crouch Sr., the former Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. As Barty entered the office, Rufus couldn’t help but notice the man’s rigid posture and the sharpness in his eyes. Barty was a man who commanded respect, but there was a weariness about him now, as if the years of serving the Ministry had taken their toll.
“Crouch,” Rufus greeted him, motioning for him to take a seat. “I’m offering you your old position back. Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”
Barty sat down, his expression unreadable. “It’s a role I know well, Minister. But I must ask—why me? There are others who could take the position.”
Rufus leaned forward, his gaze steady. “Because, Barty, you are the most qualified. You’ve been through the worst of it—the war, the trials. You understand the importance of law and order better than anyone. And frankly, the Ministry needs stability right now. You can provide that.”
Barty nodded slowly, considering Rufus’s words. “Very well, Minister. I’ll accept. But know this—I’ll run the department as I see fit. I won’t tolerate any interference.”
Rufus smiled. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. I trust you to do what’s necessary to keep our world safe.”
Barty’s eyes darkened, but he said nothing, simply nodding before leaving the office.
Next was Remus Lupin, and Rufus knew this would be a more delicate conversation. Lupin arrived with a hesitant smile, his worn robes and tired eyes speaking to the hardships he had endured. As he entered, he seemed almost out of place in the grand office, as if he didn’t quite belong.
“Lupin,” Rufus greeted warmly, rising to shake his hand. “Thank you for coming.”
“Minister,” Lupin replied, his voice soft. “I must admit, I was surprised by your offer.”
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Rufus motioned for him to sit. “It’s an important role—Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. You’re uniquely qualified for it.”
Lupin looked down, clearly uncomfortable. “I appreciate the offer, truly, but… I’m not sure I’m the right person for the job. There are others, more deserving—”
“Nonsense,” Rufus interrupted firmly. “You understand creatures like no one else, especially werewolves. We need someone with your knowledge and empathy in that role. And besides, Lupin, I need someone I can trust. You’re the best man for the job.”
Lupin hesitated, clearly torn. “But what if—what if the public finds out I’m a werewolf? It could cause more harm than good.”
Rufus nodded, understanding his concern. “It’s a risk, yes. But I believe in you, Lupin. You’ve faced worse, and you’ve come out stronger. The Ministry needs people like you—people who can see beyond prejudice and help others do the same.”
Lupin was silent for a moment, his eyes searching Rufus’s face. Finally, he nodded. “Alright, Minister. I’ll accept the position. But I hope you understand the risks involved.”
Rufus smiled, relieved. “I do, Lupin. And I’m confident you’ll rise to the challenge.”
As Lupin left, the next visitor was someone Rufus was far less eager to see—Dolores Umbridge. She swept into the room with a sickly sweet smile, her pink cardigan and bow making her look almost out of place in the austere surroundings.
“Minister Scrimgeour,” she simpered, her voice high-pitched. “Congratulations on your victory. I’m so pleased to be serving under your leadership.”
Rufus forced a smile. “Thank you, Dolores. What can I do for you?”
Dolores’s eyes gleamed with ambition. “I’ve come to offer my services, Minister. I believe I would be an excellent choice for the position of Senior Undersecretary.”
Rufus’s stomach turned at the thought. He had read her file and knew of her reputation—ruthless, ambitious, and a zealot for Ministry control. But she was also fiercely loyal to the Ministry and could be useful in navigating its bureaucratic intricacies.
“I’m aware of your capabilities, Dolores,” Rufus said carefully. “And while the role of Senior Undersecretary is a significant one, I believe it would suit you well.”
Dolores’s smile widened, clearly pleased. “I’m honored, Minister. I’ll do everything in my power to support your vision for the Ministry.”
Rufus nodded, though internally, he felt a wave of disgust. He didn’t trust Umbridge, but for now, he would keep her close, where he could watch her. She would serve her purpose, but he would ensure she didn’t gain too much power.