Disclaimer: ANY lyrics mentioned belong to the one and only David Bowie, the characters to J.K. Rowling. The plot however is mine.

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Before we start, you may need to know some facts.

It is the year 2000.

Harry is head of a new department. The department for international intelligence. It works in partnership with all magical schools, magical law enforcement departments in the known world. Its purpose is to identify and stop any wizard deemed a threat to security. The department was set up a year ago as part of Hermione's election promise.

Hermione is the minister for magic.

Ron is head of Hermione's press staff.

Ginny is an actress.

Draco is an international Rock star.

This ain't rock and roll, this is genocide.

Did you ever have a dream?

Harry woke up with a start. His alarm clock reliable informed him it was six thirty. All he could remember was the pounding beat of David Bowie's Diamond Dogs. Harry recognised it because Bill had played it non-stop through out the last summer. Harry had thought it unusual that a thirty-year old wizard would listen to something as old as Bowie. As it turns out goblins are pretty keen on Bowie's music. That may be a bit of an understatement actually. They worship Bowie. Subsequently Bill had spent most of his career listening to Bowie's music and had grown to love it. This might explain why he played Bowie's albums non-stop.

Gradually it dawned on Harry that the pounding rhythm was actually his heartbeat.

Harry slowed his breathing and stared at his ceiling. Ever since he defected Voldemort at the battle of Hogwarts, October 31st 1997 he had been unable to recall any of his dreams. Until now.

All he could recall were flashes of black. When he managed to slow the visions down he could make out the shape of a woman. She had jet-black hair and blue eyes. Those eyes were familiar to Harry. Resigned to the fact he would never get to sleep until he worked out what had woken him (he was also due at the ministry at nine so he might as well get up any way). Harry got up. Harry could never sleep while something was bugging him.

Unfortunately Harry chose to recall who's eyes the woman's had reminded him of just as he was about to sit down with his incredibly hot cup of camomile tea. The thought caused him to drop his mug on his foot.

"Damn" he swore softly as he reached for his wand. Force of habit meant it was tucked into the waistband of his boxers. Mad-eyes voice popped into his head. "Better wizards then you have lost buttocks boy" Harry grinned at the memory. Mad-eye had always been safety conscious to the point of paranoia. It was only fitting that in the final battle it had taken six death eaters to kill him. Out of those six Mad-eye had got five before they had got him and the sixth had been condemned to Azkaban for eternity.

After the war, the dementors had been rounded up and confined to Azkaban by Harry. It had given him perverse pleasure to confine them to the island using a charm his mother had been working on just before she was killed. Since Lilly had been killed before she could complete it, Hermione and Ginny had spent an entire summer finishing what she had started.

Harry muttered, "Scourgify, reparo". Instantaneously the tea disappeared and his cup sprang back together.

Harry's thoughts now turned back to Sirius. Burned into his brain was the image of his godfather falling through the veil. The more Harry thought about it the more the women reminded him of Sirius.

Harry was still staring pensively out of his window when Hermione let her self in.

"Harry? You up yet?" she called as she walked into the kitchen.

"Yeah" he replied shaken from his reverie.

"Harry, far be it from me to criticise your weird habits but why are you staring out of your window in your underwear at ten to nine in the morning?" Hermione asked in a tone that implied she was mildly amused.

Harry looked at her questioningly "what?"

"Honestly Harry, your getting as bad as Luna, its pardon not what and we are due at the ministry in ten minutes. I have an interview with Rita and I don't intend to be late.

"And?" Harry asked innocently.

"And if you don't move soon you will be late."

Harry grinned. "I will be ready by the time Ron gets here."

Hermione smiled. "Bet on it?"

"Yes" Harry said grinning. He could never resist a bet.

Harry was the master of quick dressing. Life at the Dursley's had taught him that is you didn't move quickly, things would be gone. Especially where food was concerned.

At precisely 8:57 am Harry stood in front of Hermione fully dressed. Harry was just about to demand payment of his bet when Ron burst through the door.

"Hermione apparate NOW, something bad has happened at the ministry. You need to get this under control. Me and Harry will follow," panted a very breathless Ron.

"How what why?" Hermione questioned frantically.

"Sorry about this 'mione but" Ron said as he dragged Hermione and Harry towards the fireplace. "The ministers office" Ron commanded.

The trio stumbled out into Hermione's office a few seconds later.

The first thing that struck them was the fact they couldn't move for owls.

"Your news got leaked. The entire magic world knows she is back." Explained Ron.

Hermione's face fell. "Do you realise the panic this will cause?" she whispered

"Well that explains the owls but who is that? Asked Harry, pointing to the young women standing in front of them.

The young women looked remarkably like a younger female Sirius.

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Well who is she? What is she doing at the ministry? And what happened in Harry's dream? Review if you want to know.