"And I assume I don't have to remind either of you that you will perform this assignment as you would any other, giving your partner the utmost respect that they deserve?"

"Yes, ma'am," two voices blended together in a chorus.

"Good, now you are to begin immediately. Here are you assignment folders. I expect you to have read and memorized them within the afternoon, and I want you to start stage one as evening descends. Any questions?"

"No ma'am."

"Okay, good luck. I might say you'll need it, but I figure I know two gentlemen who will need it more than you."

"Agreed," the younger woman chuckled.

After the older lady disappeared to attend to another of her demanding duties, the man turned to his partner and said, "Remind me why I'm doing this?"

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It had been a year to the day since the Battle of Hogwarts and the people of England's Wizarding Community remembered the end to a disaster that could have grown much worse. It was almost like it was imprinted on their eyelids. For those unfortunate souls who braved personal harm and stayed to fight it was that much more vivid.

While the war had ended, the prejudice that it brought had become even more prominent. Instead of being a world united by loss, they had been separated by blame and status. While prominent families like the Malfoy's and Black's were tried for war crimes and treason the world waited and watched. After months of testimony, verdicts began to trickle in and the new reformed Department of Magical Law Enforcement was hailed as hero's. For those such as the children of the new found criminals, life just got a bit more difficult. For anybody associated with the upper class of pure blood England life became down right unpleasant, as the new powers of the country began a witch hunt for anybody that didn't accept the new ways. For somebody who stood on mutual ground it would appear as if the Battle had not ended the war, just switched the leading powers over to the other side. After all history is written by the winner and the good side is always the one you are standing on.

As the two young individuals stepped through the doors of the One Year of Peace celebration, they entered an unsuspecting world of turmoil and longing. A place where they would turn to question who they were and where they belonged in this world. It wouldn't be an easy task that had been designated to them, but for those in the know, it was easily agreed upon that there was no two better people to reunite such a torn community.

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