Spoons clinked against ceramic as Lily and Ginny set cups and a kettle of tea on the table for six. They had escorted the man inside, and as soon as they had, the children had come running downstairs, ask a hundred questions at once, all of them shooed away be the man with a wave of his hand. All of them had gathered in the kitchen for a midnight tea session.

"So, now you have your tea, tell us what you want," demanded Harry.

"Well, I am here because your son, Albus, has shown extreme abilities Divination. We at the Ministry have been informed of very accurate predictions that were foretold by him," said the man.

"But students don't start Divination until their third year at Hogwarts!" protested Lily. "How could he have already given predictions if he hasn't even started the class?"

"Speaking predictions is not the only way to foretell the future, ma'am. I believe Albus has written about several occasions where he has had very strange yet realistic dreams. These were the foretellings. He left his journal in Transfiguration one day, and after Professor McGonagall read the first few entries, she realized them to be what they were, and immediately took them to Professor Trelawney. A few weeks later, one of the dreams came true—the Saudi Arabian president was taken hostage by rebels, and several strikes broke out in the capitol city's main square. Many weeks later, the second, and then third prophecies became true."

"I didn't realize that… but now that you mention it, that is what had happened…," replied Albus thoughtfully.

"Well if that's true, what does it matter to the ministry?" questioned Ginny.

"Because we are in need of skilled Diviners, and your son is perfect for the role."

"But he is just a child! He hasn't got but one year of magical training under his belt! He can't just be whisked away for some Ministry job!" protested Ginny.

"I understand, but we cannot waste this opportunity. A good Diviner does not happen very often, and we take every chance we get."

"But… but…," stammered Mrs. Potter.

"I assure you, he will be until total supervision the entire time, and he will only work for a few hours a day."

"Would I get payed?" inquired Albus.

"Absolutely. Err, that is, if your parents agree…"

"Fine. He can go and work at the Ministry. But I want him to work only the hours that we work, and when school begins, I want him at school and going to lessons as much as possible."

"All of that will have to be taken up with the head of the department, but I'm sure that is manageable."

"Well when exactly do we get to meet with the head of the department? Can we set up an appointment through you?"

"We can all go right away if you want. Back in England, the working day has begun already."

"By Floo Network or Side-Along Apparation?"

"Whichever you prefer, although I would suggest Apparating there, as the Floo Network will be heavily trafficked."

"What about the other children? May they come along as well?"

"Of course! Now quickly if you please—the head can get very busy very early."

Quickly picking up the cups and kettle, Ginny set them into the sink, and then told the children to go get dressed. They eagerly ran upstairs, and changed their clothes as fast as they could. James and Albus snuck their wands into their pockets, hoping for a chance to practice some spells they had learned. Galloping back down the stairs, they met their parents in the front hall. Lily joined them shortly.

"Everyone ready? Ok. James with your father, and you, young lady with your mother. Albus, you will please come with me."

"James, grab my hand, hold on tight, and hold your breath. Lily, you do the same with your mother. It will only last a few moments, but it will be pretty intense. We will all meet up together in the Ministry of Magic," instructed Harry.

"Yeah, we get it Dad. Now let's go!" James exclaimed. Neither he nor his siblings had travelled by Apparation before, and he was getting anxious to try it out.

One by one, starting with the man, Albus clinging to his wrist so tightly his knuckles were white, they disappeared in a blur. Shortly following them were Harry and James, James with an excited smile plastered across his face, followed by Ginny and Lily, the little girl with a look of pure terror on her small face. A moment later, they all appeared in the gigantic Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. The place was heavily crowded, with thousands of witches and wizards heading to the elevators going to work. The Potters struggled to keep together and keep up with the man, but eventually they arrived in the wing with the elevators. They all piled into one, and the man pulled a lever to the Roman numeral IV. The grill slid shut across the car, and the elevator jerked into motion, first going backwards, and then plummeting downwards. After a very brief and very sickening ride, the car moved into place and the grill slowly slid back open. A female voice said: Level Four- Department of Magical Maintenance, Department of Prophecies, and Department of Magical Education.

"This is our stop," said the man, and he took off in a brisk walk down a hallway, the family jogging to keep up.