A/N: Enjoy.(:

Crouch was lost for words as he gazed at the famous Alchemist and Archmage Nicholas Flamel, and Perenelle Flamel, who was not an Alchemist, but was an Elemental, one of the rarities of the Wizarding World. After their procurement of immortality in the year 1396, the two Flamels had set out exploring the world, living in each place for a few years a time. Shortly after Nicholas Flamel had celebrated two hundred and fifty six years of life, both of them had vanished from the public eye, secreted away in one of the various Manors that the wealthy Flamel family was in possession of. Indeed, several had tried to find them, but none of them had succeeded. Although the couple seemed to look elderly and frail, they were still as sharp as they would have been in their youth. Indeed, when Nicholas Flamel had hosted an impromptu press conference about stopping the killing of the dragons, one of the members of one of the various magical cults which believed Dragons to be bringers of death, fire and destruction, and believed that they were sent from hell itself had attacked the Alchemist. The results spoke for themselves. The single curse that the man had sent towards Flamel had failed to impact, and a scant two seconds later, he was immolated by a purple flame. Nicholas Flamel's eyes would later be known to be dark as a stormy sea, and his visage like Poseidon waiting to unleash his fury upon those in the seas.

And now both Flamels were seen, in the Ministry of Magic, wearing their formal family robes, with their crests bared upon their backs. The crest depicted the face of an angry dragon, its maw opened wide, ready to unleash a torrent of flames. It was a picture of a storm dragon, one that was a mythical creature, even in the Wizarding World. The scant information about it revealed that it was considered a 'king' of dragons. "Bartimaeus," Dumbledore prompted. Dumbledore was also resplendent in the family robes of the Ancient and Most Wise family of Dumbledore, which could be seen from the rearing image of the unicorn, which was considered the ultimate symbol of purity and of the light. "Minister," a female voice prompted, and Crouch turned to look at Perenelle Flamel. She continued, "We need access to the ward room," she said, gesturing to herself and the two men in front of her. Crouch was astounded. The ward room was a room deep within the bowels of the Ministry, which ran over a ley line of magic, making the performance of even a minor spell such as lumos supremely difficult. Then, Crouch's sense of logic kicked in. "And why would you require that, Lady Flamel?" he asked in a perfect politician's voice. However, it was Dumbledore whom answered. "It has to do with regards to the magical storm," he said. "If we do not get there in time, people will start dying," Lord Flamel chipped in.

"Alright." Crouch said. He led them inside his office, and sealed it from the inside. Immediately, he proceeded towards an innocuous looking pedestal at the side of the office. On the pedestal was a plain looking wooden Phoenix. As he approached it, the dark coloured Phoenix started to move erratically, as though waking up from a long slumber, although it had been only three weeks since it had last moved. "Bartimaeus Crouch, Minister of Magic!" Crouch barked, and the Phoenix's gaze bored into his own, assessing him, and it looked as though it was weighing his worth and value, although Crouch knew that it was in fact scanning his magical signature and his intent towards the Ministry itself and the Wizarding Community at large. Then it turned to the three guests standing behind him, and the Phoenix scanned them as well, and satisfied, sunk down into the pedestal, and soon enough, the surface of the pedestal was smooth, except for an engraved Phoenix. Crouch prompted the three behind him to lay a hand onto the pedestal, followed by listing their name. One by one, after all of them had done so, Crouch muttered a long incantation in a tongue long forgotten, the language of the Druids. The three wizards looked surprised at his knowledge of the ancient language thought to be lost to the sands of time, they themselves possessing knowledge of this language. A light purple glow started diffusing out of the Phoenix, and in ten seconds, the four were transported to the Ward room of the Ministry.

Upon arrival, the four visitors paused for four seconds, and just took in the gargantuan room before them. The feel of magic was almost tangible in the air, and the room itself seemed to be alive. The room itself was a marvel of construction. It stretched for thousands of feet in every direction, and in the centre of the room was an almost 1000 foot tall structure. Indeed, a stalactite which had been growing downward had fused with a stalagmite which had been growing upward, creating a huge structure, which looked like a crudely drawn hourglass. Dumbledore took a single step forward, and immediately, a soul twisting curse shot out from the depths of the cave. Dumbledore's wand was immediately in the hand, and the Elder Wand danced as it crafted a rune based shield, based on the Egyptian hieroglyphic the Ankh. The gray bolt of magic slammed into the shield, and Dumbledore's eyes widened at the power of the curse. Immediately, he flicked his wand outward, bouncing the spell outward, away from himself. Unsettled, he turned to Crouch, "Who built this place?" he asked, and Crouch replied with a smirk, "It was built by Roman engineers, but the wards are druidic, and many spells were embedded into them, by experts from all over the ancient world." Dumbledore realized that he had stepped on a trigger stone, and in doing so, activated a ward, which in turn had launched a spell at him. He was worried that the spell was a soul twisting curse, and that it was very strong. Crouch said, in a deadly serious tone, "Follow me. Step exactly where I step." Nodding their understanding, the two Flamels and Dumbledore followed the Minister across a maze, until the stood in front of the middle of the hall, where the stalactite and stalagmite met. Carved into this altar was a doorway, which had miniscule runes written all over it. Crouch stepped forward, and said exactly 87 words in 29 different languages. The door, operated by some unseen mechanism, opened up for them, revealing a glow inside.

Moving into the ward room itself, all of them saw that the glow was caused by crystals filled to the brim with magical energy. The magical energy itself was encased inside the crystal by runes for binding and channelling, which allowed the Minister to activate a particular ward he wanted. The crystals also grew downward, spreading like roots all over Muggle Britain, as the crystals in Magical Britain were not activated, as the activation rights were not held with the Minister, but rather with an entity known as the 'Protector of the Empire', whose whereabouts were not known since 900AD. Upon entering the room, Crouch moved towards the left hand corner of the room, where a hologram like image of the map of muggle Britain hovered. "As you can see, there is a magical storm, which is causing extreme heat in the Muggle areas of Britain." Started Perenelle, and continued "I suggest that we use a wide area temperature charm, so that the muggles don't die out," Upon receiving confirmation from the rest that were gathered, she stepped forward, intoning in a loud and clear voice infused with magic, "I, Arch Mage Perenelle Flamel, Earth Elemental, have come to these halls to enact change, so mote it be." This was followed by Nicholas Flamel and Dumbledore, who emulated Perenelle, saying their titles and that they wanted to bring change. Finally, Crouch stepped forward, and intoned, "I, Minister of Magic, Bartimaeus Crouch, enact these changes with the authority given to me. So mote it be!" Suddenly, the crystal started to hum, and lose some of its brightness, as Magical energy was siphoned away from it to create such a powerful and widespread ward, but being replaced with a different colored energy, given from all four of the gathered parties. After one hundred and seventy nine seconds of channelling, the crystal stopped humming, and a sigh of relief was given out by all parties gathered. "Shall we proceed then?" prompted Crouch, gesturing out of the hall. Sure, the wizards and witch gathered there were not dark by any means, but the Ministry's secrets had to remain the Ministry's, for it would definitely be better for the Ministry to appear weak. Even if it had appeared weak, it was strong, a wolf, in sheep's clothing.

However, in a Muggle hospital quite a distance away from the Ministry of Magic, the magical storm wasn't the concern of the couple that were in the maternity wing of the hospital. After a lot of cursing, swearing and screaming, Lily Elizabeth Potter finally gave birth to twins. The first child to be born was born exactly at 1945 hours. This child had reddish black hair, a strong jaw, and electric blue eyes. He was named Letholdus Thomas Potter, after James Potter's deceased father. However, exactly fifteen minutes later, at 2000 hours, another child was born. He had midnight black hair, and had the sleek look, with piercing emerald green eyes. This child was named Althalos Hadrian Potter. The godfathers of both children were decided, Thomas' godfather being Remus Lupin, and Hadrian, or as they called him, Harry's godfather was Sirius Orion Black. Life seemed to be perfect for the family of four, until almost one year later, where they received a call from Dumbledore to meet him at his office in Hogwarts.

It is said, that when Magic itself chooses those whom are gifted, the elements themselves will roar their approval. The effect is more forceful, especially when twins are chosen to be the flame bearers of the next generation. It is said, that the night that the twins Romulus and Remus were born, an earthquake had shook the region. Fearing that this was a sign of the God's anger, the twins were left in a forest, only to be found by a wolf. Later, it was these two who became the founders of Rome as we know it.

I am aware that this chapter is shorter than the previous one, shorter by about 800 words. Don't worry, I'll try and make up for it in the next chapter. If you've gotten this far, why not review? *hinthint*