Ministry

Snape was primarily a dick around Griffindors. So, here's him as an actual person.

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When she entered the British Ministry of Magic, the first thing Kara did was laugh her ass off. Before her stood a massive gold statue of Merlin...so wildly inaccurate she couldn't hold herself back. The statue depicted a man standing proud, wand raised as if casting something of great power. The Merlin she had met would have found the statue insulting. Merlin was the epitome of a schemer. Socially he was shy and conservative, preferring to remain as inconspicuous as possible.

But what got Kara laughing was the amount of shit Morgan would give the poor man. Lady Le Fey was adamant that Merlin loved the worship more than he'd ever admit.

After a couple minutes she stopped laughing, people were looking at her a little weirdly now.

"What brought on this outburst, may I ask?"

"Merlin Ambrosius is many things. This statue represents *none of them*."

"You've...met Merlin?"

"Oh, I don't know, where would a man famous for his role in Arthurian legend choose to retire with his beloved after spending so much time around massive communities that worship them?"

"His...beloved?"

"...the Lady Le Fey."

"Miss Pendragon, why would Merlin love a dark sorceress?"

"You think Merlin is light? He was a purebloods that trained personally under Salazar Slytherin and Rowena Ravenclaw."

"I...have never thought of that. They reside in Avalon?"

"Yes. Their my oldest living relatives, in fact. Their 4 children married into Arthur's and his Sister's line. Technically I'm closer to a Le Fey than I am Pendragon."

"The Ministry's records need some serious editing...as I sincerely doubt you are lying to me."

"I don't lie, there are better ways to manipulate people. Neither of them see people often though. They are teaching my siblings and cousins, so I'm sure they have many more stories to tell."

"They did not teach you?"

"I-no. I had a different teacher. I think...I think I remind them too much of Arthur, of all they have lost."

"Ah. Let us not keep the minister waiting longer."

They walked together towards the Minister's office. When they made it to the secretaries desk, a young woman smiled at them and walked into an office behind her. After a moment, she waved them in.

"AH! Miss Pendragon, it is wonderful to have you grace us. I am Cornelius Fudge, at your service. I can't tell you how joyed we are to have this opportunity to host you for your magical education!"

(He...half lies), a voice spoke in the back of her mind. It nearly made her jump but she restrained the impulse. She was still getting used to Excalibur's….magic.

"I'm sure. What is it that you'd like to see me about?"

"We are... concerned with Avalon's recent activity with the muggle government and-"

"Are you talking to an 11-year-old about the actions of a sovereign nation?"

"I-I don't...sorry. I forget myself sometimes. I ask that Avalon stay out of the current affairs in the middle east that they seem-"

"You'd do well not to question Avalon's actions, Minister. Lest you forget that the Ministry is not an independent nation."

"For someone claiming to be too young to speak for your country, you seem to know a lot."

"I don't know what you're implying. And Avalon's time works a little different. Anything else you'd like to talk about."

"Sigh, I've been asked to inform you that, while you have diplomatic immunity during the student trade, you do not have freedom of consequence. Some muggle born made a joke about a Dr. Doom about that."

"I..okay. Wait, trade? Which poor fucker got sent to Avalon?", he flinched a little at her language.

"One...Daphne Greengrass. Her family has had previous experience, I was told."

"Yes, yes they have. Poor girl. I'm sure she'll do well."

"You know her?"

"Her mother worked for us. She was my mathematics instructor. Very good Arithmancer, I was told."

"Right you are. On a more personal note, why the Yank accent?", he was trying to lower her guard. As far as she could tell, he didn't have any malicious intent behind it.

"Most of the staff in the Ivory Castle is American. My English tutor would be insulted, I was told my accent was "as formal as the Midwest ever was*. I guess Yank means something different there. Anyway, most of the staff is family of the US military, where we mainly hire out of."

"You were taught by muggles!?"

"Non-magicals...in a castle from legend that doesn't exist in the physical world on an island with fruit that can restore lost limbs? It's not like they didn't know what I was. Leave us to our own affairs please.

"I...See. Restore lost limbs? Can these leave Avalon?", it was a valid question. Some magical ingredients couldn't leave a certain area without intense preparation and care without losing their usefulness.

"They can, we've tried to find a way to introduce them into non-magical hospitals before but it's the same reason wizard doctors can't use spells to heal those out of the know, brings up far too many questions. As far as the magical world goes? The apples are far too expensive compared to normal methods used by the community outside of *very* special circumstances."

"Ah, shame really, I would've liked to see one."

"I have a few if that's truly your wish.", she hoped she could show him now, the first reaction always made her laugh. The golden apples of Avalon were extremely powerful magical fruits that could heal damn near anything, only being beaten by phoenix tears. The orchards had been painstakingly cared for by the remaining few Fae of Avalon for nearly 3 millennia. But, as she had said, they were irrelevant to the magical community and too powerful for the non-magicals. The Minister was not wrong, it was truly a shame.

"I would like that."

Kara reached into her holding bag on her waist, the same linked to her vault, and thought of what she wanted to take. Pulling her hand out, a slightly translucent apple radiating a soft gold light. The Minister gasped and Snape looked like he'd sell his soul for one.

"Are there any practical applications for the apple as a magical material?", Snape calmly asked from her side.

"If you're asking as a potions master, hard to tell. I'm not an expert at any level, but you'd probably have to measure the apple in parts-per-million to effectively use it."

"Ah. How much...would they cost, should Hogwarts take interest?"

"If you think you can do anything with the apple? Free. Though you won't be able to claim any patents without the Round Tables express consent."

As she spoke, the Minister jumped in surprise. "I was in communication with the Round Table?"

"The poor imitation that they now are? Yes."

"Seems a little insulting."

"Believe me, they would agree that I have the right."

"Ah. Well, should you need anything, the Ministry is always open to you. I must get to work, I'm afraid."

"Farewell, Minister."