Magical Origins

Author Notes: So I got several pm's regarding a copycat of this story from Sage Ra: Harry Potter and the Elemental's Power. I'm writing this to inform my readers, that I got permission to use that storyline for this story. His story came first, and I used some key aspects and elements from his story for this one. Again, I do have permission to write this story. He originally deleted his old account with the original story before he made a new one and reposted his story.

I've also been asked to create a top ten strongest characters in my story and I plan to do that once I re-evaluate my characters. Please read, like, review, and enjoy!

Year 6: Dark Clouds

Anthony 'Tony' Blair, The British Prime Minister, sits in his office, wondering what's been going on. There have been a series of unusual accidents that have emerged all over the country. Recently the bridge that had mysteriously collapse killed thousands of people.

Minister Blair didn't have an answer. The bridge was only ten years old and in perfect condition.

Minister Blair was expecting a call from the President of the United States to help provide some answers, and to work on a joint-counter terrorism unit.

The portrait of a ship sailing a black sea, the one he hated having. Came alive at once, revealing a large door where the other Minister, Cornelius Fudge, walks through at once.

Minister Blair looks at Fudge and sees he appeared far older than usual. A clear sign of stress.

"Hello, Prime Minister, how are you?" Fudge said with a small smile.

Minister Blair never liked Fudge, but could tell Fudge wasn't doing so well himself.

"Yes," said Fudge as if reading Blair's thoughts. "Well, I haven't been having the best month, Minister."

"Something going on?" asked Minister Blair.

"I've been sent here to inform you of current events that have been happening," said Fudge. "I know you have to answer for the bridge that collapsed. My Muggle Relations department has prepared several responses for you to address. One is a radical group of terrorists who destroyed the base of the bridge that caused its collapse."

"You mean to tell me it was your side that did that?!" Minister Blair shouted angrily.

"I am sorry, Prime Minister," said Fudge. "The truth is… my world has entered a state of open war once again."

Open war. Words the Prime Minister never likes to hear. His country has never had any conflict on a massive scale since World War II.

"What's going on?" asked Minister Blair.

Fudge lets out a heavy sigh.

"He's back," said Fudge. "The Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has returned. I don't know how; Dumbledore hasn't been able to explain it properly, but the darkest Dark Lord in our history has returned. He has once again declared war upon the world. He demanded that I turn my Aurors upon you and take over your government, or there would be a mass killing of muggles. I refused, of course, unwilling to take such actions. That's why the bridge was destroyed... he retaliation in response to my defiance."

Minister Blair didn't know what to say. He was angry that it was Fudge's people responsible for the attack, but to take a stand and refuse to listen to a terrorist was admirable.

"What are you doing to stop this terrorist?" asked Minister Blair.

"My dear Minister," said Fudge half-heartedly. "Do you still believe I'm the Minister of Magic? I was voted out of the office last week! The House of Lords has been after my head for some time. House Peverell and Black have been relentless in calling for my impeachment! I couldn't stop it any longer, and I was voted out. Madam Amelia Bones would have succeeded me if she wasn't killed last week. We believe the Dark Lord himself killed her, she was… a remarkable witch."

"Amelia Bones?" said Minister Blair. "Wasn't she an old lady that lived by herself? She was in our papers?"

"Well, it's not surprising that witches and wizards live among you, now is it?" said Fudge.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" asked Minister Blair.

"That's kind of you, but no," said Minister Fudge. "My successor has already been chosen."

Fudge looks at the Portrait carefully.

"He's on his way," said the old man. "He's writing a very long letter to Dumbledore."

Fudge lets out a heavy sigh.

"Well, perhaps Scrimgeour will have better luck than I did," said Fudge. "Dumbledore is being rather stubborn about letting us talk to the boy. Even Isabelle won't let us speak to him."

"That is your own fault," said the Portrait.

"Don't remind me," mutters Fudge.

"Talk to whom?" asked Minister Blair.

"Harry Potter," said Fudge. "I didn't want to believe him, but he was right. Because of my stupidity, I have lost all my supporters. The boy is hailed as the Chosen One, the one who can vanquish the Dark Lord. Perhaps Scrimgeour will have better luck meeting with the boy."

The portrait once again comes alive, increasing in size, as a man walks forward with long brown hair.

Minister Blair couldn't help but feel intimidated by the man. The man's face hardened by years of war. He's seen the look on many of his senior officers who struggle readjusting to civilian life. The man looks almost like a beardless lion.

"Has Fudge told you of recent events?" said Scrimgeour.

"He told me about this Dark Lord who has returned once more," said Minister Blair.

"Then you got the basics," said Scrimgeour. He pulls out his wand and waves it at once. The blinds seal themselves shut before the room went silent. "Now, we have your attendant, Herbert Chorley, the one impersonating a duck in public. We currently have him in our care. We believe a Death Eater placed him under the Imperius Curse and failed to do so."

"He'll be alright?" said Minister Blair at once.

"He'll be back within the month," said Scrimgeour. "Whoever placed him under the IMperius Curse hasn't done used that curse before. If anyone asks, say the stress of work has gotten to him."

"He'll be alright, won't he?" asked Minister Blair.

"For now, we'll keep him out of society," said Scrimgeour. "A team of healers is with him, and he has attempted to strangle three of them with his bare hands believe he was the Son of Odin or something."

"Alright," said Minister Blair.

"I've also been asked to inform you that Lady Morgan wishes to speak to you on behalf of her Lord," said Scrimgeour.

Fudge looks at Scrimgeour in surprise.

"Lady Morgan? Not Morgan le Fay?" said Minister Blair nervously.

"Don't be ridiculous, Morgan le Fay has been dead for centuries," snaps Scrimgeour. "No, Isabelle Morgan, who serves Harry Potter of House Peverell wishes to speak to you for reasons unknown."

"Is she?" began Minister Blair.

"She will not harm you, Minister," said Scrimgeour. "Why she wishes to talk to you, I have no idea. House Peverell and Black aren't exactly very cooperative these days."

Here Scrimgeour gives Fudge a dark look who shrinks in his spot.

"She'll be here tomorrow morning at eight o'clock," said Scrimgeour. "Kingsley will be in attendance."

Minister Blair couldn't say or do anything as the two men get up and disappear.

The next morning, Isabelle Morgan walks past security in her robes as she walks straight into the Prime Minister's office.

"Excuse me," said the senior secretary. "You cannot go in there."

"The Prime Minister is expecting me," said Isabelle as she enters the room.

Isabelle walks in and sees the Prime Minister look very tired.

"Didn't get much sleep?" asked Isabelle.

"Mrs. Morgan?" said Prime Minister Blair.

"Yes, I trust Scrimgeour brought you up to date with recent events," said Isabelle.

"He told me your Dark Lord has returned," said Minister Blair.

Isabelle nods her head.

"So the basics," said Isabelle. "This meeting doesn't have to be between the two of us. You may gather your most trustworthy advisors and senior Minister officials."

Minister Blair raised an eyebrow at this unusual request. In the past, Fudge would drop in unannounced and give him a statement on recent events before leaving.

Ten minutes later, military personal from Admirals and Generals to Minister employees were in a secure room all gathered around the Prime Minister, who looks at Isabelle Morgan with uncertainty.

"I know you all are wondering why this meeting is here, so I'll get to it," said Isabelle. "What do you all know about magic?"

Many of the men in the room let several chuckles at the thought of magic being real.

"You mean that hocus pocus," said General Blake.

"Or stage performers?" said Admiral Williams.

Isabelle quickly conjurers a lion in the room, causing the men to back away, hearing the lion purr as it opens its mouth, revealing its sharp teeth.

"Yes, I'm well aware that many of you don't believe in magic," said Isabelle as the lion disappears. "But magic is real as much as you and I. I am here because my Lord wishes to establish a better and healthy relationship between your government and ours."

"She's a spy!" shouted the Minister of Defence, Benjamin Wallace.

"She's no spy," said Prime Minister Blair. "It was tough for me to accept the truth at first, but she's here for a reason, gentlemen. We should listen."

"I am more than aware of what many muggles think of witches and wizards, non-magical people," said Isabelle reading the expression on the leader's faces. "I will tell you this now. We have no religious system. We worship nothing nor believe in no higher being."

"So you don't get your powers for the devil?" said a female Admiral.

"No, and we don't believe in the devil," said Isabelle. "I serve my Lord, Harry Potter, and it is he who sent me here."

"You have to explain that to us," said Minister Blair. "I'm not sure I follow how your government works."

"Our government is a Feudal Democracy," said Isabelle. "There are no royal families in the magical world. There are noble families, though. A Great House, a High House, and a Lesser House. The United Kingdom or at least the Great Isles as we're called have twelve Great Houses who make up the council of our government. Each of these Houses is known as the Founding Fathers. These seats are permanent. I belong to a High House and served under the House Peverell and have been given the right to vote and veto actions under House Peverell and House Black."

"House Peverell and House Black?"

"Two of our founding families," said Isabelle.

"How do you have two votes?" asked Admiral Jennifer Walters.

"I married into House Morgan, a Vassal family under House Potter who is direct descendants of House Peverell. I was born as a branch member of House Black. The current head of House Black is Sirius Black, who is my second cousin."

"Sirius Black? Surely not the same Sirius Black, who we helped with the manhunt three years ago?" said General Williams.

"The same," said Isabelle. "Sirius isn't interested in politics and as Family Head, has a right to have someone speak on House Black's behalf. As I was already a Regent Lord on the Council, Sirius gave me the right to control House Black's votes."

"Why do you have House Peverell's votes?" asked Minister Blair.

"Because my Lord, the master I serve, is Harry Potter, the only living heir to House Peverell," said Isabelle.

"I had some of my people look into Harry Potter," said Minister Blair. "Is it the same one from Little Surrey, who is fifteen years old."

"Yes," said Isabelle. "To understand recent events, you need to understand our history."

Isabelle begins to tell the men and women in the room about the past. The mysterious rise to the Dark Lord to his downfall to his rebirth. She told them, why Harry Potter was a powerful influence who both Fudge and Scrimgeour wanted to have in their corner to save their political careers as many people saw the current power of the Minister of Magic weak.

"To think one boy could have so much power," said Minister Blair.

"So Harry Potter wishes to establish ties with our government and yours," said Deputy Minister Jones.

"That's correct," said Isabelle. "I'm guessing; given your expression Minister Blair, you don't like Cornelius Fudge no more than I do."

"Not really no," said Minister Blair.

"I thought so," said Isabelle.

"How did he become the Minister of your government?" asked Minister Blair.

"He's an idiot," said Isabelle. "That's pure and simple. He only lasted this long because there weren't any problems that were serious enough to warrant serious actions. Some of his actions in the last war, such as preventing serious damage to both our worlds, did earn him some popularity. But he wasn't the right man to run office. For an entire year, he's allowed the Dark Lord to run wild and rampant unchecked. It was only recently that he was forced to accept the truth and issue a public statement to his dismay. His impeachment, one he's been holding off for some time, could no longer be denied as he was unfit to lead us against the Dark Lord."

"So why tell us this?" asked Deputy Minister Jones.

"The Death Eaters have been attempting to destroy your government and take over from within," said Isabelle. "My Lord wishes to establish some connections in these dark times to build a better future together. He doesn't believe the way things are will keep us safe. Either of our worlds. Once the Dark Lord achieves control over our government, he will then turn his attention to yours."

"So we're a target," said Minister Blair.

"We have trustworthy witches and wizards keeping an eye on your buildings to ensure the Death Eaters can't seize control of anyone," said Isabelle.

"Why isn't your government doing anything about this Dark Lord?" demanded Deputy Minister Jones.

Isabelle remains silent, looking at the Deputy Minister with sharp eyes.

"He has supporters inside your government, doesn't he," said Minister Blair.

"Yes," said Isabelle. "Do understand that this is a five-hundred-year-old debate that has been ravaging our world for generations. The previous Dark Lord foresaw the events of your second world war and knew what it was going to do. He rose up to gather supporters to attack your world to defend ours. Dark Lords have always used your worlds' savagery to justify their cause. It's an old notion, to eliminate muggles and have wizardkind rule. One that hasn't died."

Minister Blair realized what Harry Potter was trying to do. He was the first wizard to try to establish positive ties with their two worlds through uniting under a common enemy.

"What does your master want from us?" asked Minister Blair.

"First off, you have to understand many of your weapons, and technology won't work against Death Eaters," said Isabelle. "This includes things like 'ray-dar' and 'sats.'

"Radar and Satellites?" said Minister Blair in surprise.

"That's correct," said Isabelle. "I don't know the words, but I know what they can do, and I know things with radar technology won't work in our world. My Lord said magic short-circuits them out as if they've been washed with water. Other of your equipment won't work. One of them is anything with nukes."

Minister Blair leans back in his chair. Realizing their greatest weapons were useless against a terrorist who can hit them with any time they wanted, and they couldn't see where they were coming from.

"With that being said, you're not completely defenseless," said Isabelle. "Do understand my Lord wants to cooperate with your government, in return for protection rights and acts to ensure you don't take part in Witch Hunts."

"That's understandable," said Minister Blair.

Isabelle began talking to the Minister official about the Death Eaters' actions and what they've been doing.

Two soft pops could be heard as Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange appears on the edge of town.

"You shouldn't be doing this, Cissy," hissed Bellatrix.

"Quiet Bella," snaps Nacrissa. "Lucius trusts him, as do I. He's always come through for us when we need him to."

"He can't be trusted, Cissy!" said Bellatrix following her younger sister into town.

Narcissa said nothing walking through the foggy streets, ignoring the people walking around.

Bellatrix still had her missing arm, and nothing could regrow her arm back, much to her dismay.

Nacrissa walks up to a house and knocks on the door.

The door opens as a shadow of a small man appears.

"Wormtail, lets us in," hissed Nacrissa.

Wormtail steps aside, letting the two Black Sisters inside. They walk into the living room where Severus Snape was seated by the fire, reading the Daily Prophet.

"Get us some tea, Wormtail," said Snape.

"I'm not your servant!" shouted Wormtail.

"Did the Dark Lord not send you here to assist me?" said Snape.

"Assist you, yes, not serve you!" said Wormtail.

"Then, I shall speak to the Dark Lord about your desire to fulfill more dangerous assignments since you find these simple tasks beneath you," said Snape.

Wormtail face falls as he turns and leaves the room. He returns a few moments later with some tea.

Wormtail leaves the room.

"Thank you, Severus," said Nacrissa accepting the tea.

Snape holds his hand up, silencing Nacrissa before he waves his wand. A yelp could be heard before Wormtail's feet could be heard moving away.

"Sorry about that, Nacrissa," said Severus. "He doesn't take his duties seriously enough."

Severus raises his tea in the air.

"To the Dark Lord," said Sirius before he drinks his tea.

Bellatrix didn't accept the tea and stood there looking livid at Severus.

"I know I shouldn't be speaking to you about this, but I need someone I trust regarding this matter," said Narcissa.

"Then you ought to hold your tongue!" hissed Bellatrix. "Particularly in present company."

"Present company?" Snape said with a raised eyebrow. "Do you wish to clarify your meaning, Bellatrix?"

"You know full well what I mean!" hissed Bellatrix, looking furious at Snape. "I do not trust you! You should know this very well!"

Nacrissa turns on her sister, angry at her outbursts.

"You wish to ask me questions, very well asked," said Snape. "Assuming, of course – I am permitted to answer them."

"Very well," puffed Bellatrix breathing heavily. "Where you when the Dark Lord fell? Why did you not seek him out? Why did you help stop the Dark Lord from acquiring the Sorcerer's Stone? Why is Harry Potter still alive despite being in your House? Why is Albus Dumbledore still alive?"

Snape says nothing as he takes a sip of his tea before he sets it down.

"First and foremost, Bellatrix, I want you to stop for a moment and think," Snape said softly. "Did you not think the Dark Lord had asked me those very same questions when I returned?"

"His mistake in you could be misplaced," said Bellatrix.

"Misplaced?" Snape said in amusement. "How foolish you truly are, Bellatrix. I see you haven't learned anything even after losing your arm. Do you believe I am capable of deceiving him, the Dark Lord? The greatest sorcerer of all time?"

"Of course not," said Bellatrix.

"Then you're deluding yourself into false pretense set by the others out of mere jealousy," said Snape. "Yes, jealousy Bellatrix… because I have his favor while you do not."

"Lucius trusts Severus," said Nacrissa rounding at her older sister as if that settled the matter.

"Thank you, Nacrissa, but I will answer your sister questions, to put an end to these shameless rumors once and for all," said Snape. "You asked me where I was when the Dark Lord disappeared. I was where he ordered me to be at Hogwarts. The Dark Lord, who has been thwarted many times by Dumbledore in the previous war, wanted someone to keep an eye on Dumbledore. That's where he ordered me, and that's where I remained."

Bellatrix didn't respond, knowing she didn't have an answer to this question. If their Dark Master had ordered Snape to Hogwarts, then even she didn't have a right to challenge their Dark Master.

"As for why I didn't go looking for the Dark Lord when he vanquished, it's because I believed him to be gone like all the others who evade Azkaban. I did grieve for his loss, but I had to think of my position carefully, unlike you and your comrades," Snape said with his lip curl. "They were rounding up Death Eaters every day. Lucius was smart and knew without the Dark Lord, any Death Eater... Like Karkaroff, would have turned him in to avoid a prison sentence. I too realized it would have been a matter of time before I too was captured. I could not serve the 'cause' locked in a cell in Azkaban like you. Don't think for one second I don't regret believing the Dark Lord had been vanquished. It's a mistake I made, and one I do not enjoy. I sought Dumbledore's protection by providing him with information. Information mind you, that wouldn't harm the cause. When I returned, I apologize to the Dark Lord first and foremost for my mistake, admitting to my error and surrending myself to disciplinary actions to him and him alone."

"What about Potter? Why is he still alive?" demanded Bellatrix.

"I can't touch the boy," Snape said as if it had been simple. "Do you truly believe Albus Dumbledore would have left me in charge of the boys' wellbeing without any insurance in place? I had to take oaths not to harm the boy. I cannot harm him no matter how much I want to, and believe me, I have dreamt of killing the boy ever since I first laid eyes on him."

"And the Sorcerer Stone?" Bellatrix hissed with her nostrils flaring.

"I had no knowledge the Dark Lord was after the Stone," said Snape. "He did not trust me, and had believed as much as I had become Dumbledore's man, that's why he did not reach out to me. If he had, I would have gladly helped him return to power three years prior. He kept his distance, and for that reason... all I saw was Quirell, a talentless, worthless wizard who sought riches and glory that he did not earn nor deserve. Even if that setback delayed the Dark Lord's return, it did help secure Dumbledore's trust in me, as he foolishly believes I am his man."

Bellatrix looks angry, knowing Snape's argument was valid. If Snape told the Dark Lord the same thing, then the Dark Lord would have accepted Snape's apology, then she couldn't lash out at him.

"As for why I was late upon returning to the Dark Lord," said Snape. "I came back two hours later, under Dumbledore's orders."

"Dumbledore? Dumbledore's!" Bellatrix repeated in anger.

"Think you foolish witch!" hissed Snape. "The Dark Lord sent me to Dumbledore to earn his trust and learn his spies identities. Remember, Albus Dumbledore has countless spies in his services that have delayed the Dark Lord's goal in the last war. The Dark Lord sent me to Albus Dumbledore because he knew I wouldn't turn on him. When the Dark Lord returned, I gave him plenty of information regarding Albus Dumbledore and his movements. It helped result in the death of many of his spies and followers. Such as the witch you recently killed, Emmeline Vance that you captured, and killed, did you not."

"So you hide like a coward while the rest of us face dangers," hissed Bellatrix.

"Dangers? Forgive me, but were you facing only twelve teenagers, weren't you?" Snape said with a curt smile.

"They were joined shortly by the Order and Aurors! As you well know," shouted Bellatrix.

"My orders were to remain behind," said Snape. "The Dark Lord did not wish for me to partake in the battle."

"So, you're a coward!" shouted Bellatrix.

"Coward?" repeated Snape. "Like Wormtail, who would flee at the first sign of trouble? Who betrays his friends and Master to save his own skin? Be careful of whom you accuse of cowardice Bellatrix. The Dark Lord did not want to lose his most valuable follower after so many were captured."

"What about the Order?" hissed Bellatrix. "You still haven't said where they are hidden!"

"I am not the Secret Keeper," said Snape. "You know the architect of that spell, don't you, Bellatrix? Potter is the Secret-Keeper, and his trust has been limited. I know for a fact Potter has fled to a new hideout with his Vassals. Where they are located, I do not know, but Potter no longer trust Dumbledore and has left."

"Why aren't you passing us information regarding the Order?" hissed Bellatrix.

"My information goes directly to the Dark Lord," said Snape. "I have sixteen years of information for him. Who Dumbledore talks to, his staff, who he hires. Even potential recruits and possible enemies in the future. I have given all of this to the Dark Lord, and to him alone. He has made me swear to secrecy to tell no other Death Eater of what we discuss in private."

"Can you let it go, Bella?" said Nacrissa, who had been silent during the argument. "This is not why I am here. Severus, Draco, is in trouble. I shouldn't speak to you about it, but I have nowhere else to turn."

"If the Dark Lord has told you to remain silent on the matter, then you should not speak of it, even to me," said Severus. "The Dark Lord's word... is the law."

Severus had hit Bellatrix in a new light. Bellatrix, who never trusted Snape, suddenly found his faith in the Dark Lord was never gone.

"There!" Bellatrix said happily. "If Severus said so, then you shouldn't!"

"As it happens," said Snape. "I do know the troubles Draco is going through."

"You?" said Bellatrix. "The Dark Lord told you?"

"You still doubt me?" said Snape. "Perhaps it is you who isn't as faithful as you claim Bellatrix. The Dark Lord trusts me, and by saying you don't trust me… is the same as saying you don't trust in the power of the Dark Lord."

Bellatrix looks offended but knew to continue to question Snape loyalty would put her own faith in the Dark Lord in question.

"Then you understand the situation," said Narcissa. "The Dark Lord is doing this to punish Lucius for his failure at the Ministry."

"The Dark Lord is anger," said Snape. "and righteously so. The Prophecy would have helped the Dark Lord against Potter, who continues to be a throne against him. If you must know Nacrissa, the Dark Lord has asked me to keep an eye on young Draco during his mission."

"Can you talk to the Dark Lord?" asked Narcissa. "You are the only one he really listens to. Can you persuade him to reconsider this punishment?"

Snape shakes his head.

"I will not," said Snape. "Lucius has made several key blunders in the past that has put your family in shame. If Draco succeeds, your family will be forgiven and reward beyond your wildest dreams. He may not succeed, but he can lay the groundwork. I will look after him; you have my word."

"Will you make an unbreakable vow to protect Draco and carry out the Dark Lord's will?" said Bellatrix.

Snape turns to Bellatrix with a raised eyebrow.

"I really got to stop swearing all these oaths," mutters Snape.

"Bella, please," said Narcissa. "I do not require an unbreakable oath from Severus. He has helped us many times in the past, and I trust him."

Bellatrix looks at her sister nodding her head.

"Can I ask one more question, Severus?" asked Bellatrix.

"Depends," said Severus.

"Why haven't you killed Albus Dumbledore? Why do you remain at Hogwarts after all these years?"

"When the Dark Lord fell, I stayed with Dumbledore for his protection," Snape said simply. "It was better than sitting in a cell in Azkaban. Lucius got into politics and started acquiring favors and power from the shadows of the Ministry. Even if I wanted to kill Albus Dumbledore, I know I'm no match for Albus Dumbledore. He, who is the only one who is equal in terms of strength to the Dark Lord. It wasn't Dumbledore's death the Dark Lord require of me, but information on his network. It's because of this; the Dark Lord trusts me that I've been carrying out my tasks better than any other Death Eater. That my loyalty has never been misplaced."

"Can you do something about my arm?" asked Bellatrix.

"I can look into it," said Snape. "I did warn you the girl was dangerous."

Bellatrix flushes red in anger at the thought of a mudblood stronger than her.

"I suggest you keep your head down, Bellatrix," said Snape. "The Dark Lord isn't happy with you, and from what I understand… you did something to upset him."

"Why won't you tell us anything regarding Potter and Dumbledore?" demanded Bellatrix.

"As I told you, my information goes directly to the Dark Lord," said Snape. "You know as well as I do that there is a spy within the Death Eaters working for Dumbledore. Could be Wormtail, could be someone else. Someone has been leaking information on the Dark Lord to Dumbledore."

Harry wakes up, feeling tired yet refreshing.

Harry's legs feel sore and cramped.

The moment he got home, Artemis literally dragged him into their new bedroom and had him fuck her every possible way. Lily quickly joins in, and the two girls kept Harry going almost all night until they simply fell asleep from exhaustion.

Artemis had grab Harry's arm and was clinging to it as she sleeps. Lily was on her side, breathing as she lies there.

Harry groans as he gets up, but had trouble with his legs given away under him.

Harry grabs his robes and throws them on seeing Artemis and Lily sleeping peacefully.

Harry walks down to the large kitchen where breakfast was waiting.

House Black and House Peverell, along with their Vassals, moved to a castle in Wales. The Castle was located in the mountain regions and placed with magical wards and spells to ensure they would not be detected. With the wizarding world now in open war against the Death Eaters, resources were going quick. Several of the Adults were getting their food now from the muggle world, as it was far safer.

Harry grabs the Daily Prophet, wondering what's been going on and was surprised to see Fudge's face plastered on the front page. Only the news was the best he's had since he was forced into hiding last year.

'Fudge Voted Out'

The Wizarding Communtiee with growing concerns over the former Minister of Magic's actions in regards to his dealing with the Death Eaters has successfully been voted out of office with the Head of the Aurors office being named the new Minister. Rufus Scrimgeour.

Harry didn't know what to think of the new Minister of Magic, but being the head of the Aurors did mean he may be more qualified than Fudge to be the leader.

The doors open as Isabelle hangs her cloak.

"How did the meeting go with the Muggle Prime Minister and his cabinet?" asked Harry.

"Better than I thought," said Isabelle. "They understand the situation and have agreed to help us to build a better country. I did tell them the last thing we wanted to be a war to erupt between our people, and we wanted to establish some ties. They're in agreement."

Harry sighs.

"Our government is falling apart," said Harry. "What do you think of Scrimgeour?"

"Amelia Bones would have been a better choice," said Isabelle. "She was a great witch, which is why she rose as Head of Magical Law. Her death is a clear sign that the Dark Lord feared her wisdom and strength. Scrimgeour is difficult to read. He has hunted Dark Wizards all his career, but can he protect our people? That's something else that isn't easy to answer."

"Is he still seeking to speak with me?" said Harry.

"Afraid so," said Isabelle. "He wants you to back him up as the Minister of Magic and approve of his ideas for security."

"What ideas?" asked Harry.

Isabelle grabs the Daily Prophet and turns to page five, where Harry could see several arrests have been made. Harry reads and sees it was Stan Shunpike. A knight bus driver.

Harry met Stan once, and he wasn't a Death Eater. An idiot who spun tall tales but no Death Eater.

"He's arresting civilians on the appearance of arresting Death Eaters?" said Harry.

"Afraid so," said Isabelle. "I did tell Scrimgeour that you would not support these actions."

"Anything else?" asked Harry.

"Yes, Dumbledore spoke to me and wished to see you tonight," said Isabelle. "He said he wants your help in recruiting a new teacher for Hogwarts."

"Who?" asked Harry.

"Professor Horace Slughorn," said Isabelle. "I had him when I was at Hogwarts. He's been at Hogwarts for years, almost as long as Dumbledore. He's a potion master, one of the best in Europe. He has taught countless students, including your mother, who was one of his favorites. He's very knowledgeable who knows many things, almost as much as Dumbledore."

"If he and Dumbledore are old friends, why does he need me?" asked Harry.

"Well, Professor Slughorn has a hobby of collecting," said Isabelle.

"Collecting?" Harry repeated in confusion. "Of what?"

"Famous people, celebrities, influence," said Isabelle.

Harry paused, realizing what Isabelle was saying.

"So Dumbledore wants to use me to recruit his old friend?" said Harry.

"He also wants to speak to you," said Isabelle. "Says he has some things he wants to talk to you about."

Harry sighs as he nods his head in understanding.