“I pass this responsibility on to you.”
“There are 800 people waiting outside this room who want to carry this burden. Why make me do this?”
“Because you’re the best qualified for the job, Potter, that’s why,” Kingsley Shacklebolt replied calmly. “I believe a wise man once said something to the effect of those who want power and responsibility should never have it, and those who never want it are the very ones who should have it. You are the one person who cannot and will not be corrupted by your position, because it’s simply not in your nature to be. While you may be tempted to hex someone into oblivion for their actions, you will never let your emotions get the better of you and will always do what’s best for all concerned.”
“You give me too much credit, Minister,” Harry protested. “Ask anyone who knows me how hotheaded I can be. Hell, you’ve known me for years, you know how hotheaded I can be.”
“In the heat of the moment you may do something rash,” Kingsley conceded, “but you always regret your actions afterward and do whatever you can to correct the situation. When given the chance to make calm, rational decisions, you do so, and usually without too much prompting from Hermione.” Kingsley smiled at this, knowing Hermione was often the voice of reason for both Harry and Ron. Sometimes even Draco listened to her, although he’d never admit it publicly.
Harry sighed. He really didn’t feel he was ready for this responsibility, but his friends obviously thought he was. Who was he to argue with them? Especially when they were usually right. Finally he looked at Kingsley and smiled.
“Alright, Shack, if you say so. I don’t feel I’m ready, I may never feel like I’m ready, but if you feel I am the least I can do is give it a try.”
“Excellent!” Kingsley smiled broadly. “Welcome to your new job as head of the DMLE, Harry. You won’t regret this.”
“And may God have mercy on my soul,” Harry muttered, shaking Kingsley’s hand.