Draco stood in front of the doors to the conference room that he knew held the important individuals from close to a dozen different countries that belonged to the IOA. Taking a deep breath he looked over at Caudwell. "Are we ready?" He asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice. It was not everyday that you had to reveal the wizard world to a bunch of muggles.

"As ready as we will ever be, from what I understand they are currently doing their own little introduction of who we are, and then we will be invited in to make our own presentation." Draco nodded at this and closed his eyes, trying to slow his breathing and take control of his nerves. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he could not remember ever being so nervous. Not even when he had been in his final years at Hogwarts and had the Dark Lord to worry about.

"With any luck this will go smoothly," he said, although more to reassure himself, than Cauldwell who was giving the presentation.

"Hopefully, sir," was all the response he got before the doors to the conference room swung open. Inside were ten rather grumpy looking representatives of the IOA that would be hearing their presentation. Standing at the podium was a balding man with glasses that motioned them forward.

"These are the two," there was a pause as the man cleared his throat and looked down at the paper in front of him, "wizards that will be speaking to you today. Draco Malfoy, the Minister of Magic, and Owen Caudwell, his advisor." Despite the soft chuckle that Draco heard from one of the more senile members of the IOA, Draco gave a quick nod to Caudwell and they approached the podium. Taking the podium first he looked around at the faces in front of him. Some of them looked genuinely intrigued while a number of them looked rather bored, which surprised Draco to say the least. How often did they get people coming in claiming they were wizards?

Clearing his throat he began to speak, "While, I am not entirely sure as to what you have been told so far about us, I will begin by giving a short description of the events that have lead us to today's meeting. For those of you that have read the brief, a John Sheppard, also known as Harry Potter filed a report to the American Air Force which contained information about his status as a wizard. This is perfectly correct. He is a wizard.

In addition to this, the leaking of information pertaining to the wizarding world has put the British wizarding community in a delicate position. As Harry Potter is a wizard of Britain, it falls under our jurisdiction as to what to do about the said leak. Usually it is our practice to clear the memories of anyone that has gained information pertaining to the wizarding world. The current circumstances have made this difficult for us to do however.

Because this has become an international affair and a number of different countries are involved, we are unsure as to how to exactly proceed," Draco paused to look around at the attentive faces. "It was suggested to us that in exchange for allowing the IOA to continue to hold information on the wizarding world, the wizarding world in turn would gain information on the IOA and the circumstances which originally lead to the release of information on the wizarding world," Draco paused again and looked around. Everyone's attention was on him, and the faces that had originally shown a bored indifference to his speaking looked more alert then they had before.

"Minister Malfoy, what proof do we have that you are indeed a wizard and are not a member of a malicious organization that is trying to gain hold of information within the IOA," a younger woman asked as she looked up from her portfolio.

"I can perform magic for you if you would like," Draco responded, "As for malicious intent, you will just have to believe that I do not mean you any harm."

"The IOA would like to see demonstration," the woman replied as she watched him pull out his wand.

"Of course. Constructum alveus insum," he paused as a small stone bowl appeared before him. Ignoring some of the astonished gasps he continued, "Aguamenti." Draco cast softly, and a gentle flow of water ignited from his wand and splashed onto the stone. "Would you like to pass it around?" He asked the woman who was now staring at the bowl.

"Um, yes, of course." Draco motioned for Cauldwell to take the bowl and pass it around as he continued to speak.

"As you can see, Magic is quite real. The British Ministry of Magic is ready and willing to allow you to continue on with your knowledge of the wizarding world, if you are willing to share with us your work," Draco was about to continue but was interrupted by an older graying gentleman at the end of one of the tables, his French accent clear to Draco.

"How is it that you presume we would allow you to take the information back about this wizarding world?"

Draco glared at the man, "Without trying to sound threatening, the wizarding world has survived in hiding for hundreds of years now. Since the Salem witch trials, there has been no mass knowledge of the wizarding world circulating, and we are quite capable of taking the information out of your heads should we put our minds to it and work with the other wizarding communities. As it turns out however, our relations with other wizarding communities are not at their best at the moment. In addition, I am curious as to what the IOA does and what Harry Potter has to do with it."

"And what can the IOA gain from this? While it is beneficial to know that there are magical beings here on earth, would you be willing to have us employ some of them?" This time it was a Chinese man that spoke.

"It depends on the matter. We of course are not able to start catering to the non-magical communities every need and whim, nor are we interested in the general public gaining knowledge of the wizarding world. This information is solely for the IOA and no other organizations."

"We employ a number of individuals on scientific, military, and treaty missions. You have skills and knowledge that extend beyond our own, and I believe that you may end up being a key item to the success of these missions, should the IOA vote in your favor. We would not ask for many, maybe just two ambassadors to our missions to start with. If this cooperation worked well, maybe more in the future," the Chinese man explained as he taped his portfolio.

Draco looked him over carefully before speaking again, "That sounds like a reasonable offer, and I am sure we could take it into consideration."

"Very well, for the moment we will have a recess. The IOA will then vote on the matter. Should they vote in your favor, Mr. Cauldwell will be welcome to give his more in depth presentation."

"Thank you very much for your time." Draco replied as he stepped back from the podium.

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Two hours later, Draco stood in the waiting room looking out the window onto the stormy sky while Cauldwell sat behind him. "I think your speech went well," Caudwell said as he watched Draco run and hand through his hair. "I mean, they did say they were interested in having some of us work on their missions. That has to be at least a step in the right direction, right?" They had already been talking about this back and forth over the past hour.

Draco sighed and turned around to look at Caudwell. "It is, as they say, a slippery slope. If we let them employ us, what is to say they won't want more and more of us to come and work for them, until it is finally us doing all the muggles work because they are too lazy to do it themselves. We will have to be careful about this and be sure to make provision safeguarding ourselves."

"That is true," Caudwell responded thoughtfully. Draco was about to say more when the door opened and the man that had originally introduced them walked in.

"Minister Malfoy, Mr. Caudwell. I am sorry I have not had a chance to introduce myself before this, I am Richard Woolsey."

"Mr. Woolsey, nice to meet you," Draco replied as he stepped forward and shook hands with the man. "Has the IOA come to a decision?"

"Yes. We have, it has been decided that the IOA will be willing to share information regarding the programs that we run, in exchange for two ambassadors to work with us on our missions, with the possibility of further employing wizards, as well as of course keeping knowledge of the wizarding world."

Draco nodded thoughtfully as he looked at the man standing in front of him. "As we said before, we are willing to consider this route, but there need to be paperwork drawn up concerning exactly what will be expected of us and how long these ambassadors will be working with your missions," Draco paused and let a small smile spread onto his face, "No need to go to burning us at the stake this time around, just some mutual work agreements will work out fine."

"Of course," Woosley laughed a bit nervously. "Well, the IOA is interested in hearing what Mr. Caudwell has prepared for us, and we would like to give you a brief overview of our own operations also."

"That sounds like an excellent plan," and with that Draco followed Mr. Woosley out of the waiting room and into the conference room, unaware that he was about to be allowed into one of the largest, international secrets of their time.

* * *

Rodney watched as the bushy haired women he had meet two days ago paced back and forth in front of him and Luna. "Do you believe the nerve of him. Telling me it was confidential with a huge grin on his face. He wouldn't even admit that he had Harry. Merlin, he makes me mad. Slimy smirky git, sitting there making fun of the fact that Harry had not come to see me or Ron. I am a chair on the Department of Mysteries, I should have a right to confidential information, it all goes through my department eventually!"

Rodney honestly had no idea how bad the Minister of Magic was, and if he had cared to share his opinion would have said that the Minister was probably right in saying everything that he had. Atlantis was indeed confidential, and John had not made a point of visiting the angry witch. Rodney was certain that if this is how she usually was, he would avoid her too! Glancing over at Luna, he could see that she looked a bit annoyed too. After spending three days cooped up in the same house with her, he was fairly certain that he knew her well enough to know when she was annoyed.

"Hermione," Luna started calmly, her voice even, "I am sure everything is going to be okay. Maybe we can have Rodney ask."

Now that threw Rodney for a complete loop, "What?"

"Well, you have clearance concerning the you-know-what," Luna replied.

"You want me to go talk to the Minister of Magic. You must be crazy," Rodney replied.

"No, just Loony," Luna replied with a smile as she stood up from the couch. "But, really, you might as well go talk to him. Don't you have to leave back to America tomorrow anyways? What harm can it do?"

"I suppose it is a possibility," Rodney admitted grudgingly under the stares of the two witches.

"I don't understand why you two won't just tell me what is going on," Hermione broke in, her complaint unfortunately falling on deaf ears.

"It is confidential, and I don't want to get into any more trouble with this than I possibly have to," Rodney replied.

"But, Luna knows and she does not have official clearance."

"She figured it out for herself," Rodney replied, annoyance beginning to creep into his voice.

"Hermione, just go home, and we will let you know if we find anything out," Luna said, annoyance now clearly seeping into ever word she spook.

"Fine, but you better let me know!" Hermione said as she apparated out without even waiting for a response.

"Is she always like that," Rodney asked as he looked up at Luna.

"Not always, but I think being married to Ron and having children has made her far more irritable than when we were younger."

* * *

The next morning, bright and early, Rodney and Luna stood crammed inside of a telephone booth together. Rodney thought he might have enjoyed the close proximity of a young woman pressed up against him if he had been able to have coffee that morning.

"Hello?" Luna said into the telephone, "Yes, this is Luna Lovegood with a Guest here to speak to Minister of Magic, Draco Malfoy." There was a slight pause and then Rodney heard to clunks as little badges were produced for the two of them. Luna put down the receiver and picked up the two badges. She pinned one to her own magenta sweater-vest before turning herself around with some difficulty to pin the guest badge to Rodney's sweater.

"Do people usually come in through telephone booths to the Ministry of Magic?" Rodney asked with some skepticism as the telephone booth lowered into the ground.

"No, usually they just apparate or take the floo, but since you are a guest, I thought it best we came through the guest entrance. Did you know that Harry, myself and a few others broke into the Ministry of Magic when we were only fifteen?" Luna asked calmly as she turned back around towards the entrance, "We caused quite a lot of ruckus, completely destroyed the hall of prophecies." But, before Rodney could say anything in reply, the doors opened up onto a long hall filled with grumpy looking wizards and witches that bustled to and from their respective offices and floo entrances.

"I had no idea that there would be this many of them," Rodney said in wonder as he stared around the hall.

"There are quite a few of us," Luna replied in agreement as she lead them over to a check in station. A grumpy looking wizard sat behind the desk.

"What's your business," the wizard grunted out.

"Luna Lovegood with guest here to see the Minister of Magic," Luna replied brightly.

"Wand." Rodney watched as Luna pulled out her small slender wand and held it over to the wizard who quickly checked and documented it. Then the wizard turned to Rodney, "Wand," the wizard repeated.

"Um, I don't, I mean…" Rodney trailed off and looked over at Luna for help.

"He's a muggle. No wand."

"Oh," the wizard replied, looking slightly disappointed at not being presented a wand. "Very well, you are clear to go. Minister of Magic's Office is first floor. Take the lifts all the way to the bottom."

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A/N: so this has been sitting on my computer for the past two months and I never got around to actually putting it up. :/ sorry. The chapter after this should be the last one in Britain and then BACK TO ATLANTIS! WOOHOO! :) Anyways, I know Hermione is being really B****-y in this story, but I think that is how she would be if Harry ignored her. Sorry if you dont find her particularly pleasing...I dont find her pleasing either. I will be glad to leave her behind. :P

Anyways more Luna Roday and Draco in the next chapter with a smidgen of John!