Now That Your Rose Is In Bloom

Chapter 140

AN: I probably won't be able to post tomorrow due to being out of town to visit a family friend. Still, I hope this is enough to tide everyone over.

Thank you for all the support! It is deeply appreciated!

Dear Citizens of Wizarding Britain,

I hope everyone had a safe and restful Christmas and New Year. With the new year comes new opportunities as well as new challenges, some of which I would like to discuss.

As many of you know, on December 2, the Ministry and the German government reached an agreement concerning the anti-squib potion. For an exorbitant fee to the Ministry, the German government agreed to put the potion into their water system. As the Ministry was preparing to finalize the deal with the Germans, my team was continuing their research into the amnesia epidemic. Through the course of their investigation, they discovered that the only people affected by the amnesia were in Britain. This was odd considering that Fenrir infected people with lycanthropy worldwide. It stood to reason that there was something unique about Britain, something we experienced which the rest of the world did not.

Through trial, error, and diligent scientific research, my researchers were able to determine that the difference between the British and the rest of the world was the anti squib cure. Only the citizens of Great Britain drank water contaminated with this cure. After running several experiments, their hunch was confirmed. The anti squib potion is the cause of the amnesia. You may read their exact report as well as the experiments they conducted in the attached documents.

Perhaps most shocking is the testimony of one of Great Britain's most respected scientists. According to him, the Ministry was aware of the connection between the amnesia epidemic and the anti-squib potion. This relationship was meant to be suppressed until a cure could be found. Even after a cure was discovered, the true cause of the epidemic was to be attributed to some other environmental factor.

This level of corruption is astounding. Arrests need to be made. Justice must be served. This is why I propose emergency elections to be held as soon as possible. Although it is unlikely that left to their own devices, the Ministry will allow such an act. Yet if the outcry is loud enough we could get our wish. I urge you to write your representative, protest in the streets, or whatever nonviolent measure you can think of to enact this change. Regardless of whether you support me or not, we can all agree that this level of corruption cannot continue. We need a change, and we need it immediately.

Thank you for your time and attention. Whether you support me or not, I hope we can create a cleaner, much more transparent Ministry.


Draco Malfoy

"What if this doesn't work?"

Ginevra sat on the edge of the couch and watched her husband pace from one end of the sitting room to the other.

Draco continued. "What if the proof isn't convincing? What if the research goes over their heads and they don't understand enough to reach their own conclusion? What if all this information is surpassed? What if my whistleblowing ruins the Malfoy name because I appear to be an alarmist opportunist?"

"If joining the Death Eaters didn't ruin the Malfoy name, then I hardly think exposing Ministry corruption will do so," Ginevra noted.

"It will if they don't believe me," Draco panicked.

"If the British don't believe us then they'll believe the Germans," Ginevra noted.

Draco threw up his hands. "What if that isn't enough? What if they believe the Germans were duped and turn against us?"

Ginevra stepped in front of him and put her hands on his shoulders. "Then you can rest easy knowing that you saved the memories of thousands of Germans."

"What if the Germans believe the Ministry and decide to put the cure into their water supply?"

"Then you can rest easy knowing you did everything you possibly could to save the memories of thousands of Germans."

Draco trembled. "What if it all isn't enough to end this nightmare?"

Ginevra released him.

"When I started running for office, things were simple. All I wanted was the Wizarding equivalent of the muggle internet. Now that I've seen the Ministry for what it is , and know how far they will go to get their way," he exhaled. "This isn't about a business venture anymore. This is about saving Wizarding Britain from their own government."

"I know," she replied.

Draco shook his head. "So many people are depending on me right now. Severus, Hermione, my godchildren, my children, my parents, my business associates, and half of Wizarding Britain. What if I'm letting them down?"

Ginevra sighed. "You can't single-handedly save the world."

"I know I can't. All I can do is fund the research for others to do so although," Draco took a deep breath. "Even that is selfish."

"Why would you believe that?"

"Hermione is only getting sicker. The last thing they need is to work on another project, especially if it proves impossible."

"Like it or not, they're involved with this mess because of Severus' amnesia, not because of you. They would be working nonstop to obtain this cure without you paying them."

"I know, but they should be relaxing and cherishing the time they have left together."

"The fact that they can't do that is Percy's fault, not yours."

Draco bowed his head.

Ginevra raised his chin. "Whatever happens, you are doing the right thing."

He gulped.

"You are doing the right thing in asking your godfather for help, and exposing the Ministry for what it has become."

"I know."

"Then believe in yourself and keep the course."

Draco swallowed.

Ginevra embraced her husband. "I love you, and I promise you that somehow we will get through this."

"Yes," he wrapped his arms around her. "I know we will get through this."

Somehow, they would find a way through this, just as they always had.


Hermione hummed and pulled the blankets over her head.


Hermione groaned.

Rose crept closer to the bed. "I need to leave for Hogwarts soon. We are having one last round of staff meetings before the students return."

Hermione pried her eyes open. "Oh Merlin, I almost forgot about your staff meetings."

"It is fine," Rose replied. "You have been otherwise occupied."

"I know, but still, I should have woken up sooner to tell you goodbye," Hermione answered.

"You are awake now," Rose kissed Hermione on the cheek. "Besides, I will be home tonight to see you again. If you would like to speak with me, you can do so then."

Hermione hugged her daughter. "Very well then."

"Goodbye Mum," Rose released Hermione. "I love you."

Hermione grinned. "I love you too."

Rose turned around, but before she could exit, Severus strode inside.

"Dad, I was just about to see you and tell you 'goodbye'," Rose began.

"Yes, I was hoping to see you before you left as well," Severus began before raising a packet of documents.

"What are those?" Rose asked.

Severus smirked. "These are the documents which are going to change the entire course of Wizarding Britain."