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Chapter Six

In the Department of Mysteries there is a staff of around seventy wizards and witches. Who they are and what they do is widely unknown. Shortly after the Child King fell asleep all seventy unspeakables were gathering in the Department of Mysteries. This was a previously unheard of occurrence, until the first time several months ago when the Child King first became known.

Since that time the unspeakables had been gathering and passing information with startling frequency. Where before it would only be a few of them meeting at a time and not even they knew who all worked for them, now at least once a month the entire department came together and not one of them was unknown. Head Unspeakable Time Mage was possibly the most surprising of all. He was a handsome older man, looking about fifty by muggle standards. He had long black hair streaked with silver, the only sign of his age. He was fit in a way most wizards were not, training weekly with a broadsword and daggers along with bows and arrows and his wand.

What would be surprising to most was that even despite his physical youth this wizard was just over six hundred years old. His true name was Nicholas Ethan Flamel. When he and his wife were seen in public they wore glamours making them look very old but due to the use of the philosophers stone they were both very healthy and they looked and felt centuries younger than they really were. Nicolas Flamel or Time Mage as he was called by his underlings, stood at the front of the conference room and called the meeting to order.

"As you know, a few hours ago we got readings of some very powerful and forgotten magic building. The only one who even use this type of magic anymore are the magicals at Avalon and those at Atlantis in the Bermuda triangle, neither of which allow us access. For all my age and knowledge it is even lost to me. The magic was earth magic which is difficult to invoke and takes more magic than any witch or wizard has alone. Now Unspeakable Lunar has some more information for us."

He gestured to a cloaked figure off to the side of the room who strode gracefully over before lowering their hood to show the beautiful face of a woman. To many she was striking with her firey red hair and bright blue eyes. She was in her looked to be in her late twenties at most but was really almost fifty years old. She was the secret daughter of Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindwald. No one outside of the room knew of her parentage other than her father Grindwald, and he had been obliviated of the knowledge after his defeat when she had been drafted into the unspeakable program.

Anastasia Grindwald, code name Lunar, for her love and dedication to the study of the stars and the moon took her place beside Nicholas Flamel and opened her file and began speaking about what she had found.

"The incident began at around four this afternoon. It started with just a few random spikes of power, seeming to be nothing more than accidental magic so it was ignored. Within twenty minutes the magical output had risen to something that would take at least five full grown wizards to put out but there was still no wand signature. Now as you know there has been an upswing of what appears to be strong accidental magic all across the UK but all of the instances are of children too young to attend school and as none of them have wands and none of their exploits are showing up in the news or the local police stations we have been ignoring it, only checking one out of every ten or twenty of them.

When I was first called in do go check out this incident by the watchers we quickly discovered it was in one of the areas where there has been an increase of what had appeared to be accidental magic. The one time we checked this young person it was a young girl and she was looking in the mirror. She was rather plain with bushy brown hair and as the agent watched, her hair went smooth. They marked it down as conscious use of wish magic, wanting to fit in or be prettier the girl had somehow managed to figure out how to use her magic to straiten her unmanageable hair and from them on she had done so everyday. It was made a note of, that the girl had realized something was different, but it was never followed up on due to the increasing accidental magic all over along with the uproar that the new laws and the new beings reappearing has caused.

When I found this out I hurried to the street where the power was building. The first thing I noticed was that the house of the girl was not the center of the power, no that was the house directly across the street which is behind surprisingly strong wards. The young girls home has also recently been warded quite strongly as well."

At that she received several raised eyebrows.

"So you mean to tell me we have at least one muggle born and at least a half blood living next to each other. Do we know names?" one of the hooded unspeakables questioned.

"The young girl is a muggleborn by the name of Hermione Jane Granger. She is the only daughter of Dr. Amanda Jane Granger and Dr Robert Jacob Granger. Both are dentists and muggles so far as we know. The people who live at the house across the street are surprisingly both magicals. Jeffery and Sara Danes. To the best of our knowledge, which is limited when it comes to them, Jeffery Danes works in some government job in the muggle sector and Sara the wife is from America originally according to her file and is a house wife."

"I have heard of Danes." another hooded cloak dropped to show the face of a rather plane man with brown hair and eyes. His name was Mick Brisol and his job was as a guard to the muggle queen. She of course had no idea he was a wizard or that he was only there as an assignment for his real job with the department of mysteries, but that didn't matter much.

"What can you tell us Brisol?" Flamel asked, halting Grindwald for a moment.

"Commander Danes is a legend in the Muggle SAS. He has led raids and several battles on the muggle side for years. Back when Voldermort was running around Danes set up an assault team of special soldiers on a secret assignment for Her Majesty. No one knew who the assault team was attacking or even who all was in it but I found records later, after the war, telling that Danes led a team of mixed magical and muggle in secret assaults against Death Eaters. The estimated tally of Death Eaters that the group took out was two hundred in four different assaults. The Queen praised him on the muggle side claiming that he and his team helped fight the terrorist group that we told them to say was causing the attacks. He and his wife are common at state dinners and things of that nature and he works at MI5 in some top secret office."

"Well, that is interesting information indeed. Lunar, continue with your report."

"Yes sir. Alright so I arrived at the street and the wards prevented me form entering the premises so I disillusioned myself and went into the next door neighbors yard and managed to look over the fence." She ignored the tittering caused by this last bit.

"I managed to see into the back yard where oddly enough I could hear a beat that sounded like bells and voices coming from. Now here is where the really weird part comes in. There were several adults including two high elves, one goblin and a Lycan along with about eight wizards and witches watching a group of dancing kids with worry. The power was coming from the kids who were lost in a dance, twirling and running and twisting around in a huge circle, like they were dancing around a bone fire but it was just them. The bells were actually coming from strings of bells around their ankles and each of them was putting out so much power they were glowing. The adults which included Sirius Black, by the way..."

"Wait, hold up did you say Black?" another of the Unspeakables questioned. This one was Kingsley Shackelbolt who was usually the departments man on the inside in the auror department.

"Yes Unspeakable Chains, I did. I will come back to that in a bit." She answered hastily. "So the adults kept trying to get to the kids and get them to stop but not even firing stunners or attempting to petrify them did any good. The kids just kept dancing, lost in the magic that just continued to build. It kept building for another half an hour before it suddenly broke and the power that had built up rushed into the ground as the children collapsed almost simultaneously. The really interesting part happened just after that. In a matter of less than a minute all of the plants all over the block went into bloom, the grass grew over a foot. Vegetable plants went from just planted to full grown and bearing vegetables and fruit already. The trees were covered in thick healthy leaves and the flowers were so large and beautiful with some of the strongest scents I have ever smelt before."

She grinned at the memory before pulling out a shrunken container with several flowers and a few random vegetables and leaves in it to show them the proof. It was amazing, tomatoes the sizes of grapefruits and cucumbers two feet long and several inches wide. A rose was the size of a dinner plate and leaves were also much larger than the normal. Everyone was in awe of the proof and ran several tests over the objects, coming up with shocking results.

The vegetables were full of nutrients and vitamins which were in high concentrates. The single rose smelt strong enough to fill the whole conference room with its scent. Most important was that each item showed traces of olde magic that was long lost to the modern wizarding world. Once they were done examining everything she pulled up the memories of each of the people in the yards faces and made large prints of each of them to hang for everyone to look at and hopefully identify.

Immediately the faces began to be identified. Sirius Black was easy, though he looked much healthier than any had expected. The department of Mysteries had been looking for him since he had gone missing after being cleared. It had shocked several people, them all having expected the man to go after his godson. The Lycan was recognized as Remus Lupin, a werewolf who had managed to keep his condition a secret from the population at large. The only reason they knew was that Fabian and Gideon Prewitt knew. The twin terrors had been unspeakables since the day they graduated Hogwarts, they had been attacked by over twenty death eaters in the last war and after killing most of them had managed to escape by a secret port key to the department. It was decided it was best if the world believed them dead so they had golems made and they were lost to the world at large.

They also were the first ones to identify Fred and George Weasley, their nephews. They kept tabs on their sister and her family even though she didn't know it so they instantly recognized the boys who had been born shortly before their 'deaths'. Hermione was identified by the picture in her file and Neville was identified by a very shocked Algie Mickennin, his uncle on his Grans side, who had thought the boy a squib.

"You have to understand, so far as I know the boy showed no signs of magic until just a few months ago. Augusta sent him off to a day school in London. We all assumed she had finally admitted the boy was a squib and decided to get him a muggle education. Two weeks later I was over and the boy was different, he wasn't half as shy as before and while he was in his greenhouse I went out to see him and he reached out a hand and summoned one of his garden tools. He wasn't even looking at it and I didn't think he even knew he had summoned it. I ran in to tell my sister and she just grinned smugly at me. I expected him to stop going to school once it happened but he hasn't, he claims he has friends and that he likes it. He has also been doing a lot of accidental magic and he brewed a potion to grow out his hair, refusing to cut it. I have seen him changing it though and have a suspicion he might be a metemorphagus. When I mentioned getting him training to Augusta she stated he was already receiving training."

There were a few odd looks at that but they were quickly forgotten as the group went on identifying the other pictures. There was a bit of shock when they realized one was Hadrian Potter but it was explained away by simply assuming that Black had gone and fetched him with out informing anyone. One by one all but two of the grown witches and wizards were identified before it came down to the small blond girl and the last two magical adults and the elfs and goblin. Nicholas spoke up then.

"Do any of you know the last girl?"

"I think that might be the Lovegood girl, but I am not for certain. I haven't seen her in a couple years since I stopped speaking with Xenophilius." some one answered.

Grindwald made a note of those mentioned and hurried out to get each of their files and the files of those related to them while Flamel sent someone else to fetch the accidental magical logs for the past several months, hoping to understand just what was happening. While they were waiting someone else brought up the Potter boy again.

"I want to know how we didn't realize Black had claimed him, and where has Black been hiding them for the last several months, we have looked all over for the man and now we find him in the middle of what could be the biggest thing since the news of the Child King with the Boy-who-lived."

"I wonder of old man Dumbledore knows the boy has been moved. If I remember he made quite a fuss about insisting the boy be placed in the muggle world with his mothers relatives, something about his mother sacrifice and blood wards." someone else mentioned.

Flamel got a funny look on his face as he thought back seven years before nodding and speaking. "You are right. Albus did insist even though several magical families wanted the child. Why even Prenelle and I offered to take him since she was a Potter before we married. Dumbledore shut down the will, blocking it and using every bit of his political power to see to it that Hadrian went to Petunia and Vernon. Then he went about calling him Harry the whole time and now most of the Wizarding world does it, not knowing better." he shook his head in disgust.

Grindwald and the other unspeakable entered then, both with arms full of papers and files. She had the full files of everyone that had been named and they quickly called out the childrens names and addresses to the people who had begun sorting the accidental magic files.

They spread out a huge map that covered all of Europe. From Ireland to Scotland to Britten and Italy and one by one they marked the homes of the main group before looking at the magic log to discover if any other spikes were form those areas. It was startling once they looked at it, to figure out just how much someone had ignored.

For the Granger girl and the house across the street there was almost constant use of magic, almost all of it with out a wand. The only wand magic they found was from the registered signatures of Jeffery and Sara Danes, Remus Lupin and oddly enough Sirius Black. The house next to the Danes had daily magic signatures from Sirius Black and Remus Lupin as well as at least two days a week of wandless signature magic indication one of the children.

Longbottom manor where Augusta and Neville lived also had daily magic showing. The Burrow in Ottery St Catchpole as well as the Rookery, the home of the Lovegoods, was highlighted as increased and frequent magic. It was startling that all of these children had the long hair in the picture, the same odd bell anklets and were all consciously using magic everyday. It was only assumed they all attended the same school, this Royal Institute, but there was no real proof.

They moved on to marking down other constant magic uses on the map and were all stumped at what they were finding. It shocked one person when in the Sherwood where a pack of werewolfs was known to have built a village there was also the same constant magic bursts. Each place marked had a magical child there, they finally broke down and gathered every file in the age group and were cross checking themselves just to be sure.

Several of the files mentioned that someone had been dispatched to check after the first or second sign of accidental magic and all were marked with odd things like a child changing their hair or doing something purposefully magical. But all of the instances were written off as coincidences, a fluke, wish magic. All together it looked like something different entirely. Some one was teaching these children magic, and they were teaching them very well.

It took most of the night but after sending people out into the muggle world and doing some digging there they found muggle guardian papers for Hadrian James Potter who was apparently now living with the Danes and the house next to theirs had been bought several months ago by Sirius Black. The names of most of the nine hundred young witches and wizards who had been showing frequent magic had also been looked up, which led to the discovery that every one of them had been transferred out of their school to a private institution for the gifted. There were a few teachers records that wondered just how some of the students were gifted, but those were ignored.

The other witches and wizards who had been present in the yard and who had been identified all had their files marked as working in the government in the muggle world. None of them had a specific job listed, but it was easy to see that they were all connected. No one could really understand the full picture but it was evident that the people who had been in that yard, especially Sirius Black and Jeffery Danes, had something to do with the Child King.

Anya Grindwald was the first to speak what they were all thinking. "Could it be that Potter is the Child King?" she questioned tentatively.

"I have no idea, he does seem to be in the middle especially since it was his Godfather in Azkaban and him being given new guardians just the day before. Not to mention he was one of the one with the bells and there were elfs present. Honestly it could be any one of the children who was dancing, and he does seem the most likely." Nicholas spoke slowly while making a note about each of his points.

" So what do we do boss?"

"We keep quiet and we find out as much as we can. All those of you not on permanent assignment I want you to spend the next week or two visiting every single one of the muggleborns who are showing constant magic output, except for the main group, I and Anastasia will handle them. The rest of you work on hiding this information, If I am right and this has anything to do with the Child King I would rather not cross him so we will keep it quiet. Just in case."

With a wave of his hand everyone in the room was bound to silence about everything they had covered until he released the spell. None of them would be able to betray the information, just in case. There were some groans, but they quickly shut up under his glare. With that the Head Unspeakable released them with instruction to meet back in two weeks for another meeting.

Hadrian woke slowly, dazed and still exhausted the next morning. He was surprised to find himself in his room, not remembering being brought there. He moved slowly, his body heavy and uncooperative, when he moved his right leg he heard the bells tinkle and the memories of the evening before flooded his mind.

They had been goofing off, playing and dancing before their magic began rising and then they were too caught up in the exhilaration to stop. He remembered the feel as his magic was released and flew through the air and into the ground and he remembered the plants and things growing so quickly. He had no idea what had been happening but now that he thought back it sounded like the harvest ritual from Avalon.

It had been years since he had resided in his castle in his old life, it was too isolated from everyone and with the magical realms troubles it was important for him to be out among his people, not locked away in the ancient castle where none could reach him. Every few months all of the wizards and witches on the island would gather and plant seeds of fruit and vegetables and then they would dance and sing, letting their magic rise and once it was at its peak it would go into the ground, the freshly planted fields, and all of the seeds would shoot up growing food and things in moments.

As far as he knew there was no set ritual, it was just something they did, so it was possible that they had done so the night before without meaning too. If he was correct then someone from Avalon would be coming within a few days, drawn by the power they had thought lost to the rest of the world. It was likely someone from Atlantis would be coming as well, and as both were cut off to the rest of the world this would be the first they would be learning of him claiming his throne. Of course Avalon would want him to move to the secured castle, to claim the throne physically and Atlantis would want him to visit their city.

Then there was the question of what the ministry had detected, how this would blow up on them. He pushed all that aside and climbed out of bed and hurried to his bathroom. Too tired to remain standing he drew a bath instead of a shower and sank happily into the hot water, allowing it to help him wake. He took his time, not wanting to deal with anyone just yet before the water began to cool and he finally climbed out.

He dressed in comfortable lounge pants and a soft cotton t-shirt, to tired to bother with real clothes, and then headed down to the breakfast room where the others were surprised to find him twenty minutes later. Teirnan was the first to find him and immediately began checking him over and questioning him about the evening before.

"What were you young doing last night, I have not seen magic like that in all my four hundred years." the elf questioned seriously, his violet eyes flashing in his pale skin. His long black hair was pulled back away from his handsome face and Hadrian was momentarily shocked at the elfs beauty, having never noticed how good looking he was before. Hadrian shook the traitorous thoughts out of his head before answering.

"I honestly do not know T, we were just goofing off with the anklets you gave me to pass out. We had put them on and were walking around testing them out and trying to see if we could move without the noise when Fred and George started jumping around and dancing and then we all joined them. We were just playing, goofing off and then our magic started to rise. When Sara came home and opened the door I just knew that I needed to be outside and I guess the others felt the same thing or just followed me because the next thing I know we were all dancing in a big circle, running and spinning and things, I was so caught up in it, like I was drunk or something, I just couldn't stop. The more the magic built the more I had to dance the faster I needed to go until it just stopped and all my magic went into the earth when my body fell. I don't remember much after that."

He shrugged sheepishly and the others sat around and discussed this information while he headed up to relax in the lounge in front of the fire. He was so tired and drained still and it left him feeling cold so he laid down on the thick fur rug and allowed himself to think over his earlier revelation.

He had known before he came back that he would never have his friends exactly as they had been, but he had never thought that maybe Gage wouldn't be meant for him in this life. Now that he thought about it he knew that Gage would be different, the man he had loved was tempered by the deaths of his favorite aunt and Uncle, already knowing the horrors of war when Hadrian met him, he was doing his best to change that before it happened now so Gage, his beloved Gage, would not be the same and he knew that if he allowed himself a relationship with the man in the future then he would be constantly comparing this Gage to his. He couldn't do that, it wouldn't be fair. He would never be able to have a relationship with his Gage, never again.

It honestly did not matter just yet, he was after all only eight years old physically, but he knew about relationships thanks to his soul, and he knew he would want one much sooner than others his age. He would attempt to hold off until he was thirteen, but honestly, he didn't think it was going to work. But he was unsure what to do about this new thought about his head body guard. He knew enough to know that High elves mated for life and if he chose to bond with the elf or any of the others he would live as long as his mate which was a couple thousand years.

It was an old ceremony, not used since the elves withdrew from the realm, hiding away in the forests and wild places of the world. Before the elves had hidden away they had often mingled with other races such and veela and wizard and even the occasional vampire. The ceremony had been devised to stop their mates from dying and forcing the elves to live for several centuries alone in mourning.

One odd thing was that while several other races had specific mates the elf's did not. They dated and chose their companion on their own, but like a wizard bonding, once they were bonded they were together forever. Divorce was not an option. For wizards it was a mark of shame and highly frowned upon by the wizarding world. When they bonded they literally bound their magic together giving several different gifts to the bonded couple. Depending on the bond they could even speak telepathically if it was strong enough.

For an elven bond it was not just their magic but their very souls that were tied together. Separation was not possible and the bond prevented infidelity so that wasn't a worry either. Oh well, even if he did end up dating an elf it was still a few years away. For now he could just look at his options and admire the view. With that thought in mind he relaxed in front of the fire, enjoying the warmth his body was soaking up due to the chill left from the use of so much magic.

A few hours later he called all of the group through their mirrors, making sure they were all alright. Like him they were all cold and couldn't seem to get warm and they were all exhausted though recovering. Hermione had ordered them all to take pepper up, saying it helped with the cold for a while before they all shut the mirror connection.

Hadrian spent the day resting and eating in front of the fire. Sirius visited him and played a couple rounds of muggle poker before promising to come back the next day. That night he went to bed before the sun had even set and he slept dreamlessly.

The next day he felt better and he spent an hour after breakfast going over what had happened with his occulemency, working out just what had happened. Teirnan and another guard joined him after that informed him there were whispers of the elven lords and goblins having been approached by the Steward of Avalon and the council of Atlantis, both having felt the power as it flowed through the earth.

There was also an interesting article in the paper which could bring about no end of trouble if he didn't act soon. It turns out their belief of magical sensors had been correct which in itself was not a bad thing, but if Rita was correct in people looking at the records over the last year then it meant someone was getting suspicious.

Corruption in the Department of Magical Tracking

by Rita Skeeter

My faithful readers, as you all know the entire British magical community felt a massive wave of power two evenings ago. There have been many rumors over the past two days about what exactly this wave of power was.

Yesterday morning in an effort to find out more about the power wave Me, Myself, and I headed to the department of magic tracking, the department which is used to register the use of underage magic. What was not known my dear readers is that during the last war new ways to track magic were added. The department can now track large amounts of dark magic or ritual magic all over the United Kingdom including in our own homes.

The department has been able to tell exactly what type of magic is cast where for a little over ten years now according to the clerk on duty. The clerk denied any use of that particular feature until the events of Friday evening but I checked the records to find that since that night over ten people have pulled a full accounting of the record for the last year.

When the aurors office was questioned about why the blatant breach of our privacy was permitted this response was given by auror Rufus Scrimgrouer.

"We value the safety of the magical people of the United Kingdom. The sensors were added at the height of the last war to help us track large amounts of magic as it was usually the sign of an attack. We used the information to arrive quickly to raids and other scenes of attack. The sensors were simply forgotten after the war."

Dear readers, should we as citizens, allow this blatant breach of our privacy to continue. It is the opinion of this reporter that the department of Magical Tracking should disband this invasive practice.

How are we to fell knowing that at any time someone may look up our magic records. It could be the start of a conspiracy. Imagine my faithful readers, someone could enter your home and use illegal magic and then notify the ministry who would check the register. We could end up putting an innocent person in prison due to these sensors.

More to come on this story soon. For now thank you for reading along with Me, myself, and I.

He would have to send someone to find out the names of those who had gotten copies of the records as well as put up new criteria of who was allowed access to them. Not the minister, that was for sure and no press either. It would be restricted to the head of the DMLE and to the Department of mysteries. The improper use of Magic office would have to be able to be informed of under aged magic but he would block their access to the files, forcing them to go through the department clerk. Wards would be needed to prevent access to anyone else as well as an oath of secrecy for anyone who actually accessed them.

He worked swiftly with his advisers to write up the temporary regulations and to write up a temporary hold on the files to prevent anyone from accessing them until he was able to send in someone to figure everything out. By lunch the solicitors were on their way to the ministry along with several of his royal guard which consisted of several of the Agency's finest. A new branch had been constructed once the school was up and running of agents for his protection. The worked under his elf guard like the american secret service, to protect him and carry out his direct orders.

Their job at the moment consisted of detaining everyone who had taken a copy of the files until he was they were either able to gain an oath of secrecy or obliviate the information form their minds. He was looking forward to having Skeeter under his thumb. He made sure they understood she was to be detained under guard until he was able to get to her.

He went ahead and took a short nap to help him with energy before waking up at half past one and heading to get dressed. After his shower he took a pepper up to give him the energy to make it through the afternoon, he was still recovering after all, but with the potion he should be fine. He put his waist length hair half back and clipped it with a jeweled clip. He grabbed a charcoal colored suit and a black button down silk shirt which he left the top two buttons undone. His cuff links were white gold with black diamonds etched with the royal seal.

Some black leather ankle length boots and a deep hooded black cloak finished his outfit. Knowing he would have to be there physically he wrapped a thin silk scarf around the bottom of him face and an obscuring charm on top of that. Even if moody was there with his magical eye he wouldn't be able to see through the disguise with the cloak hood up and a shadow charm as well no one would be able to see him.

He headed to the lounge to see Sirius there in a suit similar to his except completely in black and Remus there in a light grey suit with a navy undershirt and a matching grey tie. Both men had taken to his high end muggle suits with relish. The fabrics were soft and they were much more striking than ordinary wizard robes. He highly suspected they did it to be offensive to the old families as well but as this was the first time they would be wearing them in public in the wizarding world that was only speculation.

Teirnan was there as well as four other high elfs including his other normal guard Airen. Jeffery was coming but would be cloaked to hide his identity like Hadrian while the others left their faces visible. Hadrian knew it would cause a sensation and was likely to reveal that he was king, but honestly, they would only have speculation and if they tried to bother him he would retreat to Avalon.

Once they were all ready he allowed Teirnan to lift him and once the others were surrounding them they port keyed to the atrium of the ministry of magic. Word must have gotten out that he would be coming as the place was packed with reporters from all over the world being held of by aurors and unspeakables both. He was placed down and the guard surrounded him swiftly, casting shimmering golden shields around the whole group which would repel everything but the unforgivables and would even block muggle attacks like bullets and knives.

The group was led through the ministry up to the Department of Justice where the auror office's and interview rooms were stationed. Thankfully the floor had been cleared of all but a handful of auror's and the people who had received copies of the list. Two of them were in unspeakable robes and both of them had armed guards, just in case. Rita Skeeter was also under guard just to prevent her from changing into her animagus form and flying away. He and his group hurried over to get a report from the team leader.

"My King, welcome. Your orders have been followed to the letter. Surprisingly two of the people who got copies were unspeakables and they signed under their tag instead of their real names. We have disarmed them completely but just to be safe they are under guard. Rita Skeeter was in the process of writing up another article in which she was going to print several dangerous facts when we caught up with her. She has been screeching and demanding a lawyer since until Michaels got tired of it and silenced her. Two others had managed to get copies before we were able to stop it, one of whom was Lucius Malfoy and the other was Deloris Umbridge. Albus Dumbledore had apparently gotten a copy for the ICW a little over a week ago and is currently out of the country at an ICW conference in Greece. Other than that anyone who has pulled a copy in the last year, which is only fifteen people, is in one of these rooms."

"Thank you Agent Kinner, you do wonderful work. Do I have someone in place at the ICW confernce. Why did I not know about it before now?" he questioned as he directed the team to relax.

"The meeting is a yearly thing and from what I have found out an invitation was sent to Avalon but they had no idea who to send it to and have been looking for you since then. The Avalon contingent arrived in London yesterday after the earth magic. Gringotts sent a letter to you within an hour of them arriving but it was late last night and you were asleep." Kinner fidgeted, worried about having failed.

"I guess I will not be getting any sleep anytime soon then. Moony can you head out and get us all some food. I have my Gringotts wallet so give me a minute to get you some cash. As for the Avalon and the Atlantis groups someone write out a note to Ragnok to feel free to bring them here. It is about time I met with them. I will get rid of most of these idiots and then send off and emmesarry to the ICW asking for forgiveness for missing the opening of their meeting and with a promise to arrive tomorrow by noon."

"My King, are you certain you will be recovered enough. You are not required to attend the ICW meeting. It can be put off meeting with them for another year if you like." Sirius spoke up.

Hadrian hated having him use the title but it was necessary for the time being. He answered softly, conveying his love and respect in his voice.

"I must, I have hidden from them for too long already. It is my duty to my people and I will not falter in my duty Lord Black, Duke De Sable."

"As you say My King." his godfather dipped his head in acknowledgment.

He pulled out his Gringotts pouch and willed it to give him a couple hundred pounds. He knew it would likely take that much to feed the whole team wanted to make sure Remus had enough.

"Just get some burgers Moony, and some drinks and chips. Nothing fancy but make sure to have all of the condiments and veggies off to the side in case someone wants them."

"Yes My King. Might I get the help of one of your team to carry the food back?"

"Take two of them, just in case. Hurry back and I will save Malfoy for you to help interrogate?" he couldn't help the humor that leaked into his voice and laughed at the wicked grin on Remus's face. The lycan selected two of the guards and they headed to get food for everyone.

He decided to go ahead and get the easy ones out of the way. They first three were reporters and had only wanted the list to find some information out about the power wave, he gave them a short statement.

"The power wave from two evenings ago was caused by an accidentally invoked ritual involving strong earth magic. It was in no way a dark ritual, but instead was common practice centuries ago when markets and stores were less easily available to grow crops and food. Due to the throne now having a king this olde magic is possibly going to be showing up with surprising frequency. Magic herself will likely become more active and evident and even children will find an increase in their powers. It is likely that latent gifts will soon begin triggering in yourself or your children. Do not fear, it is perfectly normal, simply contact St Mungoes to set up training with someone versed in the talent."

After the quote the reporters were sworn to secrecy about everything else they had learned from the lists. Two people had only wanted to know what had happened and had taken advantage when they found out that the lists recorded Dark Magic. He took great pleasure in having Deloris Umbridge obliviated and he had her read to find that she had been working behind the scenes to ruin his efforts with the equalization of creatures and beings. The woman was a member of an illegal party including Mulciber and a few others who were hunting down and killing were's and other beings. He had her put under arrest and had a warrant put out for the arrest of the others in the group.

Once that was there were two aurors, one being the famed Alistor Moody. The man had been detained by his agents and was very unhappy about it. He was surprised the man had not been forced to retire yet but if he remembered correctly it hadn't happened until he was in his second year in his previous time line. The other auror was Amelia Bones. Both were in the same room, having only been doing their jobs they knew this was simply a routine thing to prevent information from getting out even if they didn't know just what that information was.

He entered the room flanked by Teirnan, Sirius, Airen, Jeffery and two other guards. They were not letting him do it his way so he simply did his best to ignore them as he sat in a chair one of them conjured for him facing Bones and Moody.

"Madam Bones, Auror Moody." he gave a short nod of respect to the two before continuing. "I am certain you are wondering why exactly why you are here."

"Yes actually, your Highness, I am." Moody growled out while Amelia simply nodded affirmative.

"You are here because both of you got copies of the files of recorded magic from the Department of Magical Tracking. There are things in those files which are irregular. Had I known about the sensors this would never have become a problem. Unfortunately when the Department sent me a list of their function and activities they did not put that nifty little fact in. They simple said they searched for under aged wand signatures. Imbeciles. Do you know what the odd thing is, had you figured it out?"

The two senior aurors glanced at each other before Bones spoke up. "You are talking about the wide spread use of intentional wandless magic being used by the muggleborn children."

"Very good Madam, you are correct. Now you must understand that what I am telling you is not widely known yet. Once it has been established and can not be stopped I will allow the news to become public. For this school year I started a prep school for every muggleborn in the UK. The students are being taught magical history, Latin and the basics of several other languages. They are learning basic magical defense as well as gaining a thorough background in potions and the other core classes. They are also learning wandless magic, which I assure you is actually quite easy. By the time these children go off to the main magical schools they will be equipped to hold their own against those who would penalize them for their blood. For to long in the United Kingdom prejudice has been allowed to grow. I am sick of it. The rest of the world has outgrown this idiocy and the British magical community will either join them willingly or be dragged kicking and screaming into the modern world."

"So you do not want us talking about this school, but what about those who have no issue with blood, what of our children?" Amelia questioned while Moody was engaged in a staring contest with Sirius who was making ridiculous faces at the old auror.

"If you like Susan can attend the institute. It was not set up to keep children out, but until he had it assured that the school would continue he had no plan to invite the rest of the magical children. That would start in a year or two when he had the proof of how well it worked. Honestly, simply teaching the children at home was not good for insuring they were ready to attend one of the magical institutions.

He spent a bit more speaking with both of the aurors and once they both gave their word to not discuss their findings with anyone they were given their wands back. Not surprisingly Moody questioned him on just what masking charms he was wearing and why his vaunted eye couldn't see through them. He had just laughed and refused to answer.

By that time Moony was back ad they moved onto Lucius Malfoy. The aristocratic blond was haughty and cool as ever.

"Greetings Mister Malfoy, do you know why you are here?"

"No but feel free to enlighten me as to what I did to draw the attention of the Child King."

Teirnan moved so quickly and silently Hadrian hadn't even seen it until the elf had a poisoned dagger against the aristocrats throat. He sat back slowly and spoke in a clam tone, ignoring his guards actions.

"Malfoy I would suggest you stay absolutely still and you show the proper respect. My guard all use poisoned blades and they all dislike when I am disrespected. I assure you that your blood staining this floor would not bother me in the least. Now shall we try again. Do you know why you are here Malfoy?"

"I apologize for my lack of decorum Your Highness. I suspect I am here about the copy of the list of active magic."

"Correct. You see Malfoy the knowledge in your hands could be detrimental to my plans. You will be obliviated of what you have learned so far to prevent any problems. Once the process is complete you will also be on the restricted list of those refused from accessing any personal files. Any one who retrieves any of the information for you will be convicted of treason and put to death as will you. Have a wonderful day Mr Malfoy." he skipped from the room simply to aggrivate the man and sent the obliviator in.

When he finished with the other and all that was left was the unspeakables he quickly asked for their code names or their tags. He was surprised when he noticed one was Time Mage. After the war he had learned that Nicolas Flamel was still alive and he had met the man and grown very close to him. They had actually become very good friends. Flamel had eventually been attacked by several Acromantula and had been unable to fight them all of on his own despite his massive skill in both magical and muggle defense.

He had mourned the loss of his friend and Prenelle had taken her life not long after, refusing to live on without her soul mate. The other was and Unspeakable tagged Lunar and he had never heard of her.

"Nicholas Flamel, I must say this is an honor. I am afraid Agent Lunar that I do not know who you are, forgive my oversight. I assume you know why you are both here?"

He waved his hand conjuring a simple chair for himself and watched as both of the unspeakables lowered their hoods.

"I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage, you know my name yet I do not know yours." Flamel tried.

"Aye, and I am not likely to announce it here where it has the possibility of being discovered." he looked over at the woman trying to place her.

She was pretty with her long red hair and sparkling blue eyes. She had strong features and a willowy figure. She was beautiful for a woman. He had heard rumors once in his past life, but they had never been proven fact and no one who would have known every admitted anything to him. Rumors of a daughter of Gellert Grindwalds who was hidden away. None knew who her other father was but he could tell just by looking at her. This woman was a Dumbledore, there was no question about it. They were the only family he had ever seen with such strikingly blue eyes.

"Tell me Madam Grindwald, does your father know of you existence?" He knew by both of their sharp intakes the answer was no.

"How do you know that?" she questioned harshly, fury evident on her face.

"My dear there is no other family I know who has such striking blue eyes. Plus you fathers hair was the same color red when he was younger, I have seen a picture of it. Indeed everything else of you may well be Grindwalds but your eyes, no your eyes are Albus'."

"It is none of his business, he abandoned my birth father when they had a little spat. Albus Dumbledore is not my father." she sneered.

"Oh dear, you know nothing do you. Albus Dumbledore was distraught over the death of his sister and Gellert skipped town before they could even speak." his eyes began to glow with power, the green tinting everything in the room.

"He wrote Gellert repeatedly over the next year and Gellert never returned even one letter. Eventually Albus gave up. He still, to this day, loves Gellert and that is the reason he didn't kill him in the duel, because he couldn't bring himself to kill the man he loved. Albus has never, in the hundred and fifty two year since then, taken another lover. He always wanted a child and knowing about you would allow him a small spark of happiness. If you want to be a selfish bint who refuses to find out all the facts feel free to, but know that I despise you for being a coward."

He turned from her then, refusing to acknowledge her presence ,only looking at Flamel. The old wizard was looking at him in shock before finally speaking.

"I have been telling her the the same thing since she was young but it was her choice. Now My King, I have an idea as to why you are here. Do not worry, the unspeakables will help you hide the fact that someone is teaching the children magic."

"Wonderful, then I do not have to attempt to force you into an oath." he said with releif.

"Attempt my king?" Flamel questioned humorously.

"Oh yes, I am not stupid Nicolas Flamel. You are a magi level wizard and you have been alive for several hundred years. I have no delusion that I could force you to do anything you didn't want to and killing you is not an option as I respect you too much."

The old man and his guards laughed but he ignored them. By the time he left the Ministry he was exhausted and had been forced to take another pepper-up. He had met with both the Steward of Avalon and the council of Atlantis and both had sworn fealty. He was informed Avalon was ready for his inhabitant and the people would expect him to visit the castle soon at least and he managed to get an agreement to open limited travel with a few countries on a restricted basis.

They would set up permanent portkey poles which would be under guard on both ends and require a visa and for the first few months they would only admit dignitaries and a few merchants. Once they were certain they had it all figured out they would relax it a bit more but no one with the dark mark other than Severus Snape was likely to ever be admitted. He would only be admitted after Hadrian had spoken with the man which he had been debating for a while.

He headed back home and collapsed into bed still mostly dressed. He missed Sirius coming in and changing him into his night clothes simply attempting to get enough sleep for the next day when he would be traveling to the ICW conference.