Thank you so much to everyone for taking the time to read my story and follow it! I couldn't find the inspiration for a long time to write, but it really helps me to stay motivated! I hope this can distract people for a little bit during this time. Keep safe!

It was a day like any other in Westminster, London. Commuters hurried about on their way to work, perhaps stopping briefly to admire the sun peeking through the clouds, before purchasing their morning paper and hopping on the tube.

On a deserted side road suddenly appeared three redheaded figures. Two of them were men: one younger and stocky, the other older and balding. The third was a young woman with waist-length hair, brown eyes blinking in the sunlight; Rose had always had a knack for transfiguration. The oldest of the trio started walking towards the main road, with the younger two following behind.

Just before they got to the main road, Mr Weasley turned to them. "Now remember, keep your heads down. But don't act like you're hiding anything. Rose, you'll come with me to my office. If anyone asks…"

"I'm Rose Weasley, your niece who's come to visit you to see about working for the Ministry," Rose replied in a rehearsed voice.

Mr Weasley smiled at her before continuing, "And Charlie you're headed to the Department of Magical Transportation which is on…"

"Floor 6, and I'm looking for the portkey office, wanting to book a portkey to return to my work in Romania. Don't worry Dad, I've got my written notice from work, we won't have any trouble," said Charlie, a grin on his face.

At this Arthur looked worried, "It might not be that easy Charlie, you know how some wizards are about us. Not to mention our connection to... well, you know."

At this, Rose gave the worried man a hug and said "We'll be okay Arthur," and in a whisper added "so will Ron and the others." Offering her a grateful smile, he gave both of them a couple of small, golden tokens and they continued on their way.

They stepped out onto the main road together, walking fifty yards before coming across spiked black railings flanking two flights of steps, one labelled Gentlemen, the other, Ladies.

"We'll see you in a moment, then Rose." Charlie gave her a small smile before disappearing down the stairs. Rose joined the queue of ministry witches walking down the steps into the ladies'. She arrived into what appeared to be an ordinary underground public toilet, tiled in grimy black and white.

She followed the lead of the other witches and waited for a free cubicle. When it was her turn, she inserted one of her golden tokens into a slot in the door, allowing her entrance to the cubicle. As Rose stepped into the toilet bowl and prepared to flush herself, she felt relieved Mr Weasley had briefed them on what to expect. She'd have felt incredibly foolish just standing there not knowing what to do. She reached up, pulled the chain, and next moment had zoomed down a short chute, emerging out of a fireplace into the Ministry of Magic.

Getting up quickly, she brushed the soot from her robes and moved away from the fireplace, not wanting another witch or wizard to suddenly come crashing into the back of her. Walking through the atrium, Rose tried not to stare at the grotesque statue that had been installed in its centre. Inwardly she felt sick to her very core, but her face was a composed mask.

She spotted Mr Weasley waiting for her to the side of the statue and made her way over to him. When she reached him she whispered "It's horrible."

He nodded before letting her know that Charlie had already gone on ahead, and with that they made their way towards the golden gates.

Passing through them, they arrived in a smaller hall and joined the queues that had formed in front of twenty golden grilles housing as many lifts. The grille opened in front of them and they piled in with the other wizards and witches. As the lift reached level 2, the tannoy announced their arrival at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and they stepped out, Arthur leading her to his office.

They spent the next half an hour or so with Arthur attempting to get through paperwork and Rose attempting to show interest in the department. It wasn't that she thought Arthur's work was dull, she had just never imagined herself with a desk job. Looking up at the clock, she noticed almost an hour had passed since arriving at the office. She could really do with a coffee, or she was going to fall asleep.

"How about we take a coffee break, Rose?" Arthur asked her. She nodded, standing up and stretching, before following Arthur out of his office. At the entrance to the hall housing the lifts, an elderly witch, whose blonde hair was teased so high it resembled an anthill, approached them.

"Arthur, I wonder if I might have a word?" she asked.

"Yes of course, Wakanda. We were just on our way to grab a coffee. We can discuss it on the way" Arthur responded, smiling at Rose.

The woman fell into step beside them, looking sideways at Rose. "Is this your daughter, Arthur? Shouldn't she have gone to Hogwarts yesterday?"

"No no, this is my niece Rose. She's visiting, and asked to see if life at the Ministry would be a possible career path for her. I boarded Ginny safely onto the Hogwarts Express yesterday, thank you for asking." Arthur's reply was polite but firm.

Rose tuned the two of them out, letting her thoughts drift to Charlie and how he might be getting on. She shook herself out of her thoughts as the lift doors opened in front of them.

"... I quite understand what you're saying, Wakanda, but I'm afraid I cannot be party to-" Arthur broke off, glaring with intense dislike at one of the men already in the lift. He was incredibly tall and powerfully built, with dark hair and a beard.

She had never seen him before in her life, but he was staring at her intently. He seemed to realise she wasn't who he thought she was, shaking his head slightly before meeting Arthur's eye. She continued staring at him, feeling something not quite right as the three of them stepped in and the doors closed behind them, the lift continuing its downward descent.

A steady dripping sound alerted her to the other man in the lift. Arthur seemed to have just noticed him too. "Oh, hello Reg. Isn't your wife in for questioning today? Er - what's happened to you? Why are you so wet?"

"Yaxley's office is raining," said the man called Reg. He would only address Mr Weasley's shoulder, "I couldn't stop it, so they've sent me to get Bernie - Pillsworth, I think they said -"

"Yes, a lot of offices have been raining lately," said Mr Weasley. "Did you try meteolojinx recanto? It worked for Bletchley."

"Meteolojinx recanto?" the man whispered. "No, I didn't. Thanks, D - I mean, thanks, Arthur." Rose's eyes widened at the man's near slip up. It couldn't be.

The lift doors opened; Wakanda stepped out and Reg darted past her out of sight. The taller man made to follow him, but found his path blocked as Percy Weasley strode into the lift, his nose buried in a sheaf of papers. Rose rolled her eyes fondly- at least that much hadn't changed about Percy since Hogwarts.

The doors clanged shut once again, startling Percy. He looked up from his notes at his father, turned radish red, and left the moment the doors opened again. For the second time, the tall, dark haired man attempted to leave the lift, but Arthur had stuck his arm out, blocking his path. "One moment, Runcorn."

The lift doors closed and as they moved down yet another floor, Arthur said, "I hear you laid information about Dirk Cresswell." Rose watched the man as he tried to work out how to respond. She began to use a little of her legilimency to gently probe his mind, hoping to find answers to her unsettled feelings.

"Sorry?" he said.

"Don't pretend, Runcorn," said Arthur fiercely. "You tracked down the wizard who faked his family tree, didn't you?" Runcorn's eyes widened. The man clearly had no idea what Arthur was referring to, which meant he was either very stupid, or wasn't Runcorn at all. Perhaps with a little more probing, Rose could find out which it was.

"I-so what if I did?" said Runcorn. "So, Dirk Cresswell is ten times the wizard you are," Arthur said quietly, as the lift sank ever lower. "And if he survives Azkaban, you'll have to answer to him, not to mention his wife, his sons and his friends-"

"Arthur," the man interrupted, "you know you're being tracked, don't you?"

With this last outburst, Rose was pretty sure this man was not the real Runcorn, and as he'd been with the man who was not Reg, she had a pretty good idea of who the two of them were. What she couldn't understand was what they would be doing at the Ministry. Aside from maybe attending a Death Eater birthday party, this was really the last place they should be.

"Is that a threat, Runcorn?" said Mr Weasley loudly.

"No," said fake-Runcorn, "it's a fact! They're watching your every move-"

The lift doors opened. They had reached the Atrium at last. Mr Weasley gave not-Runcorn a scathing look and swept from the lift. Rose followed, but not before looking back into the lift and giving Harry a smile. He might not know her, and she'd only heard about him from the others, but she'd try to keep an eye out for him for the rest of the day. She'd like to know that the boy-who-lived continued to live another day.

She'd have to remind Arthur of the telling off he'd given Harry later- it wasn't safe to tell him now. She dreaded to think how many ears these walls had.

In the atrium, they found Charlie waiting for them. His father took them to the nearby cafeteria and bought the three of them coffee, before returning to his office with instructions on how to leave the ministry again when they were ready.

The two of them sat for a little recounting their mornings. Charlie had been successful in his application, with his portkey to Romania booked for tomorrow morning. It didn't give them much time.

With their coffees finished, the two made their way back to the atrium and approached one of the many fireplaces to make their journey home. Charlie stepped in ahead of her, and grabbing a fistful of powder, Rose made to step in beside him.

The sound of grates falling shut stopped her dead in her tracks. Whipping her head round to look at Charlie, the fear filling her gut reflected in his eyes. He yanked her in by the arm and she quickly threw the powder. Green flashed all around them, a loud whooshing filled their ears.

Together they appeared in the ladies public bathroom, before sprinting up the stairs and into the busy street. Not looking back to see if they'd been followed, they kept running until they reached a side road. Safe from prying eyes they both turned on the spot, thinking of the safety of the Burrow.

There were similarities in this chapter to the one written by Our Queen J.K, I wanted this to reflect the journey that Charlie and Rose make as the events are happening on the same day!