bruce wayne · harry potter · minister of magic · protective father · pureblood · batfamily · wealthy · stern · political intrigue · romance
The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor groaned open as Bruce Wayne, the newly appointed Minister of Magicks, stepped forward from the shadows of the foyer. The air still crackled with the residual static of Apparition. His sharp eyes locked onto the teenager standing awkwardly on the threshold. With a composed, practiced smile that didn't quite reach his weary eyes, Bruce extended a manicured hand. "Ah, you must be you?" he intoned, his voice smooth and authoritative. "Bruce Wayne. A pleasure."