"We need help, Alan!" Mark shouted. "We can't do this on our own, it's completely out of hand."
"We'll manage!" Alan shouted back. "We don't need help."
"God you're blind! We need the help and if we don't it soon we'll be over run and it will be all over for The Council and for the people!" Alan had no argument for this. "Old friend..." Mark said softly claming his irritation and trying a new approch and put a hand on Alan's shoulder. "We need help and you speak for all of us. We trust your judgment, that's why you lead and we follow." Alan sighed.
"Okay..." He said finally. "...but I want you to be there with me." Mark smiled.
"Of course I will come, What kind of Adviser do you think I am, but you have to do the talking." Alan rolled his eyes.
"You're better at speaking then me, why do you think you're my adviser is the first place? I don't know the first thing about political terminology." Mark laughed.
"Alright, alright point made." He scratched his head, pointed his wand at the wall behind him. A fireplace morphed out of the wall, dark and moldy it looked as though it had not been used for months. In truth contact with the Ministry of Magic ever since the Wizarding Civil War movement and comunitcation had been shut down except to communicate with the Department of Games and Sports and they actually used Owls for that. They had not since the Civil War made face to face contact (not inculding Quidditch).
"I don't have any powder." Alan said and Mark just smiled.
"You're not getting off that easy." He said pulling a small pouch from his pocket. He poured a little bit of gray powder into his hand and threw it into the empty fireplace. The fireplace brust into flames instantly.
"You first..." Mark said. Alan sighed, nodded, walked into the flames and said.
"Ministry of Magic, London." and he disappeared.
"Hold the elevator!" A man shouted. He ran his way quickly to the elevator, very much out of breathe. He took the elevator to the top floor and exited giving a nod to the Secretary in the entrance. She nodded back and he proceeded to the door, knocked and was granted access by the room's occupant.
"Minister Tonks..." The man he addressed turned to see a goblin panting for breath. He walked over to his companion and kneeling, put a hand to the goblin's chest and closed his eyes. The goblin's breathing slowly became steady and clam. The Minister removed his hand from the goblin and smiled. "Thank you, Sir." He said and the Minister nodded.
"Now, Alenhog." The Minister said standing up to return to his desk. "What news is so important that you must risk not breathing to report it to me?" Alenhog smiled, but remained very serious.
"The Fireplace from The Americas has activated, Sir." The Minister turned quickly.
"Has anyone come through yet?" He asked and the goblin shook his head.
"No, not of yet. What do you want to do?" Minister Tonks stood from where he had been nealing with Alenhog and said.
"Alert the main guard and have them meet me in the Entrance Hall." Alenhog nodded and scuttled off. Minister Tonks disapperated and apperated into the Entrance Hall where there was already a crowd gathered. A few more loud pops cleared the area quickly announcing the arrival of five Aurors, with their wands drawn.
"What's going on?" asked the nearest of the five to the Minister.
"The Americans Fireplace reactivated itself." The Minister replied looking pointedly at the newly burning fire with the Americas Eagle Chest embeded in the stone above it. The Auror raised an eyebrow.
"They must be desprate to call on us." The Minister gave him a stern look. "What?" He asked.
"A little more maturity please Potter." He said to his Auror and second in command. The man had been about to reply, when a wizzing noise came from the fire and a brown-haired man landed slightly hard against the marble floor of the entrance. A second wizzing noise and a second man hit the floor beside the first.
"Damn, I forgot how hard it is to stay on your feet when you travel by the flew network." The first man nudged the second and the second man went silent with an "Oh."
"Stand up." Ordered Auror Potter. Both men stood within the circle of on-lookers.
"Now I see why the Fireplace was boared, a welcoming comity without punch." Said the second man.
"Mark, quiet." The first man said. "I'm sorry for my friend, he has a devious and sarcastic nature though he means well. I am President Alan MaKayli and this is High council member and Adviser Markus Redilin my...political second." Minister Tonks lowered his wand slightly and said.
"I am Minister Ted Lupin Tonks and this is James Sirius Potter the Head of the Aurors main guard and my second." James stood a little straighter, lowering his wand and signaling the other four Aurors to do the same.
"Is there a possibility we could talk in privet or..." Alan said noticing the Auror James' slight uneasy movement. "...a place more secluded?" He asked. Ted nodded, and held his hand out in greeting. Alan shook it, as well as shaking James' and Mark did the same.
"This way..." Ted offered. "...we'll talk in my office. James." He said pointedly and the Auror nodded flicking his head to the others who dissaperated without a word. Minister Tonks, Auror Potter, Preident MaKayli and Politicain Redilin made their way up to the Ministers office; with four loud pops.