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Kingsley was more than ready to make his excuses and leave for the night. He'd known public relations were a large part of the job when he'd become Minister, but there were days when he dearly missed being an Auror and the excitement that came with it.
It didn't take very long before Kingsley was grimly reminded that one always did well to be careful what they wished for.
He'd just stepped out of the hall for a moment when he heard the scream. He might be out of the field, but his Auror instincts were as sharp as ever. He had his wand in his hand in an instant and was racing towards the shrill screams.
What he found stopped him cold, heart catching in his throat.
Kingley barely noticed the scantily clad witch now reduced to ugly sobbing. He eyes were fixed on the unmistakable body of Harry Potter sprawled in a pool of blood. And the equally bloody young man next to him.
Kingsley's low voice, usually unshakable, trembled as he held his wand on the young man and demanded, "What has happened here?"