Eight Years after the Battle of Hogwarts

Troy Rosier knocked on the door to Arthur Weasley's door within the Department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office. A disheveled looking man opened the door, behind him there were several contraband tennis balls flinging from wall to wall. There was a doll strapped down in the corner waving her arms around and screaming and a common house cat doing the hokey pile upon a pile of Daily Prophet papers.

"Hands full huh?" Troy laughed.

"Twelve raids yesterday! And now I'm stuck here trying to figure out how exactly to deal with this cat," Arthur was covered in scratches and he also appeared to be having a minor allergic reaction.

"I had wanted to speak to you about a matter – though I suppose it can wait until you have a bit more time."

Mr. Weasley laughed, "Oh do come in, you know, I never have any more time for this. This is a light day for me." He walked deeper into the office and picked up a toppled chair for Troy to sit in and then he leaned on his own desk. "What's on your mind?"

"Now this is going to sound insane, but I think you're likely to be on my side on this one."

"Oh heck of lead up, elaborate?"

Troy leaned forward in his chair and said in a hushed tone, "I'm a Halfblood wizard so I know what is like to see the best of both worlds. Now don't confuse this with wanting to disrupt the International Statue of Wizarding Secrecy but I think the Wizarding community has drastically underestimated the innovations of Muggles. It's 2006; I take it you know what a cell phone is? Well they can call each other, immediately in live time. They can also text, which is sending messages to each other on a small device, no owls needed. Of course you know about cars," he laughed remembering the stories he had heard of Arthur's bewitched car.

Arthur nodded, "I agree with what you're saying. You're right. So what are we to do?"

"I want to form a small committee and propose a plan of action to integrate Muggle technology into our world."

"I'm in," he was nodding.

A tennis ball bounded into the side of Arthur's head but he didn't react, he seemed accustomed to it by now. The cat was meowing in a melody that Troy had not originally noted, he didn't know how Arthur could tolerate this. The Muggle Liaison Office could get hectic, but not quite to this point.

"Would you like any help in here today?" Troy hoped he would say no.

"Really? That would be wonderful!

And so it began.

"Now I think that we can all agree that the suppression of House Elves is immoral and opportunistic. I will let you get to your delegations," Hermione gathered her several well organized papers into a neat pile and ushered them into a manila envelope.

The council nodded and Hermione stood and headed for the door. Troy met her in the hall, "Hermione, a word?"

"I'm slightly busy, can you walk and talk?"

"Of course…" Troy had to put a pep in his step to keep up with her stride. "I'm hoping to recruit you for a cause actually."

Hermione sighed, "I'm sorry Mr…"

"Rosier- Troy, call me Troy."

"Right, Troy. I'm sorry but I'm incredibly busy, I'm about five months pregnant. I'm wrapping up this House Elves negotiation and then I need to take some time to transition."

"Mr. Weasley thought it was a wonderful idea."

"Arthur? Yes, alright what is it?"

Hermione had stopped, her office was to their right. Troy launched into his speech, "You see, the Wizarding world is behind. The innovations Muggles have come up with are incredible. The engineering, the technology, the medical advancements."

She held her folder closer, "Right but most of the engineering can be handled by magic."

"And what about cell phones, computers, medicine."

"St. Mungo's."

"What if I could tell you that your parents' memory could be restored?"

Her eyes narrowed, "Are you blackmailing me?"

"No… I just-"

"I won't be abused. Good luck with Arthur."