"As much as I would love to say and plot against Malfoy, I have an interview to get to. We'll talk once I'm back."

Harry rushed grabbing his jumper and apperating out the door.

"So nice to know he dreads leaving." Ron sighed sarcastically looking at Hermione.

Laughing and rolling her eyes Hermione stretches out on Ron's bed reaching for his hand.

"I didn't realize being alone with me was such a chore." She smiled up at him.

"That's not- what I- wait- I meant." Ron stumbled over his words as he tired a fair shade of scarlet.

"I'm only teasing Ron."

"Oh."

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Shaking his head slightly Harry steps into the tattered telephone box, running through different points while he slides down into the still dusty marble halls.
Once having located the Auror office, Harry sits on the edge of seat tapping his fingers against his knees anxiously.

The door swings open and everyone waiting lifts their heads expecting to hear themselves called.

The woman told a clipboard overflowing with rather papers. She lifts a few until she finds the one she's looking for.

"Mr. Potter?" She asked looking up.

Her eyes are red-rimmed and have large bags beneath them. Her hair is frazzled in the front and her lipstick is smeared.

Harry stands and she moved aside to let him through. Then snapping the door shut after each of them.
Knocking on yet another door she waits patiently next to Harry avoiding eye contact.

In attempts to make small talk Harry turns towards her.
"What's your name?"

"Kensly." She replies smoothing out her olive green pencil skirt.

"I'm Harry." He responds, in turn, offering to shake her hand.

She briefly shakes it with a faint blush creeping up her cheeks.

Kensly looks like a younger Minerva McGonagall might. Granted McGonagall was much less frazzled. But they each wore a tight top bun, fair skin, subtle green, glasses, holding themselves with a rigid posture, and an impressively placid facial expression.

The door opened causing Kensly to jump away as if she had done something wrong and Harry to push back his shoulders and stand up straighter.

"Ah Harry, come in." Kingsly leaves the door and sits himself back at his desk.

Before Harry could settle himself Kingsly started giving his speech.
"Now Harry, I know you have worked very hard to get the marks to get this job. But you never did finish your 7th year. Granted you were busy saving the world, but you also got Hogwarts and Gringotts destroyed. Yes, you killed - Voldemort. So anyone would think that this job is perfect for you and you should get it right away. Correct?"

"Well I mean, " Harry began uncomfortably.

"This is the dilemma I have because you have done all these great things for the whole world. But you also caused the entire wizarding community death and debt. Many innocent people got killed in the last year. I'm not saying it's your fault. And it's not only that I'm also concerned about your safety. Because the people we would be searching for would want you dead the most. Because of this, you could get killed and the whole wizarding community would fall apart emotionally. So no matter what I do I either have a moral or ethical problem. Do you understand?"

"Kingsly are you alright? You look like you haven't slept in days."

"You're right Harry, I haven't."

"Kingsley if it's easier to not give me the job then I can leave.

" No Harry, that's not what I meant. I'm tired. But I have an idea. I could give you a job but we would have to start you on small projects, let the people know to see how they react, male sure that everyone including yourself can handle it and if so we can gradually increase the workload and urgency of the projects."

Dropping his head into his hands Kinglet rubs his temples and eyes as if to rub away the drowsiness.

Patting his pockets Harry chuckles.
"Kingsly, did you steal my notes?" Harry askes, "Because I was wary of even taking the job. Because as much as I want to help the people I also don't want to hurt them."

"Harry you are a great boy with a bright future ahead of you. I congratulate you on your new job as a friend and not a boss."

Kingsley says standing up unsteadily. Running over Harry throws Kingsly's arm over his shoulder.

"Then as a friend and not an employee, I'm telling you that you.need to go home a get some rest and on Monday you can tell me about the project that had kept you up for days."

"No, I don't want you coming in until after the Hogwarts express leaves, I want you spending time with your family."

"Alright fine," Harry said straining under the weight of Kingsley's broad figure. "But you're going home and resting."

"You have yourself a deal, Mr. Potter"

The sound of scraping forks on plates. Filled the household along with conversing of the family.

Hermione was talking to Molly about buying books in Diagon Alley, and other school and shopping related things.

Ginny was trying her best to convince Charlie to stay for one more day before returning to Romania.

Harry Auther and Ron were talking about Ministry stuff or more of reassuring Ron that his interview would be fine as long as he kept his facts in check and was just himself. Harry and yet to have mentioned Kingsly and his lack of sleep and mental clarity. Nor did he plan too.

"Well, Harry you get the job. It was basically a guaranteed thing." Ron protected convinced that he was going to fail.

"Kingsly was skeptical of giving the job. You can even ask him. Now eat your food. It's not like you to talk before you stuff your face." Harry joked.

Ron snorted back his laugh and turned away in faux anger.

Harry just laughed along with everyone else and returned to his delicious pork chop.