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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This is merely me having my fun with JKR's unvierse.

Chapter One

August 8th, 1996

A short, portly man with gray hair paced back and forth in front of a brown desk littered with all sorts of odds and ends. Sitting behind the desk on a rickety old chair was an older man, sporting a grey beard and even greyer hair. Just then, the clock on the wall struck ten.

"It's not that grave, Cornelius. I'm sure-," the older man known as Albus Dumbledore began.

" Not that grave? Not that grave! You just told me the greatest, most evil wizard since Grindewald, has a child!"

"Two children, actually."

"Two? Two?" The Minister of Magic was frozen in shock for a moment. Snaping out of his stupor, he shouted, "That's just great! They'll be joining him shortly, I presume? After all, he just rose again!" He said, waving his arms about in fury.

"Calm yourself, Cornelius! I have managed to track them both down. A letter is on its way there as we speak."

A letter? You thought is was safe to inform You-Know-Who's children of their parents in a LETTER?"

"My dear Minister, of course not. I merely suggested a meeting between them and I."

"And if they refuse?"

"I don't think they will. If they're anything like their father, they'll simply be too curious."

"Very well. Where are they, anyways? If it's close enough, I might attend the meeting myself."

"It's a day's travel, even by wizarding means. The two live in California."

"A day's travel? Just to California?"

"Yes, it seems America is paranoid where visiting wizards are concerned."

"Then, I'll expect a report as soon as you're back."

"Not to worry, Cornelius. I'll tell you anything worth knowing."

The Minister gave a stiff nod and exited the room, searching for a fireplace so he could floo back to his office. He shortly saw Minerva McGonagall, a stern woman in charge of Gryffindor House, coming out of a classroom.

"I assume he's told you?" She said, upon seeing the flustered man.

"He has! What's your take on this? I think it's a disaster waiting to happen!"

"Yes, well, you may be right. However, we cannot judge children based on their parents. Half of Slytherin House wouldn't be here if it were." Minerva said, pointing out Slytherin's reputation of turning out Dark witches and wizards.

"You have a point," Cornelius Fudge grudgingly admitted. "Will you be attending this meeting?"

"No, I will stay and look after the school."

"Yes, yes. Oh! I forgot to ask how old the children were. They can't be younger than Harry."

"They're not. Jason and Sarah are sixteen. Harry turned sixteen a few weeks ago."

"Sixteen? They'll be of age soon, then?"

"Yes."

"Oh, lovely. Have they-"

"Minister, I have a limited knowledge about these kids. If you wish to know more, you will have to turn back and ask Albus."

"Fine! I have to be at the Ministry, anyways. It's utter chaos at the moment. Owls arrive by the hundreds, demading to know what happens next. Not to mention those blasted letters about my retirement!"

"Then, you must go, as shall I. Security is being tightened around here, and I must place more wards around the Quidditch Pitch. Good day, Cornelius."

"Good day, Minerva," Fudge snapped, watching her move away. Once she diappeared around the corner, he set off, once again in need of a fireplace.