Everyone awoke fairly early the next morning and eventually found their way downstairs to find a nice breakfast had been prepared for them. Harry, Mads and none of the other Aurors were around so they decided to help themselves to the food.

"Wonder who made all of this?" asked Hodgins.

"Magic," laughed Booth taking some bacon, "This bacon is delicious."

"I don't think you can just conjure something from nothing," said Angela biting into an apple.

"You are correct, Miss Montenegro," they heard someone say, but at first saw nothing then Cam jumped a good 3 feet from her chair when into the kitchen walked a small creature no larger than a 7 year old child.

"Hello," she squeaked looking at him, "And who are you?"

"I am Bardly the house elf and I am here to serve you," he bowed his head. He was wearing fitting clothes and seemed to be fairly young for that what they guessed.

"A house elf?" Booth looked down at him.

"Yes," he smiled widely, "I am very pleased to serve the guests of Lady Blood."

"So Mads lives here?" asked Brennan.

"Oh no," Bardly said shaking his head, "Lady Blood's home is much larger. If you're lucky she'll bring you there, but not many know where it is or have seen it. Been many years."

"So Mads is wealthy?" asked Angela, "Sounds like Hodgins."

"Mr. Potter and Lady Bloods are both from very noble wizarding families. Very ancient blood. Yes indeed," he poured Brennan a cup of tea which she took with a smile.

"I like him," she laughed to Booth.

"Thank you, Lady Brennan," he bowed again.

"So are you the servant or something?" asked Cam.

"Caretaker I prefer," he smiled again, "House elves are known for servitude to wizarding families although it has gone from favor, but my family has been attached to the Blood family since the beginning."

"So you're a slave?" asked Booth.

"No, caretaker," he corrected, "Lady Blood set me free years ago. I chose to stay. I love the family so."

"How big is the Blood family?" asked Cam.

"Use to be very large indeed, but relatives began dying off. Leaving Lady Blood and a handful of others scattered 'round the world. Very sad, yes very sad," he lowered his head with a shake.

"Dying off?" Brennan raised an eyebrow.

"Some went to the dark side when Voldemort was still around, others just up and vanished, some went mad, but mostly from old age," he shrugged, "Lady Blood inherited the family wealth and burden when she was just 18. Very hard life, very hard life," he shook his head.

"Voldemort?" asked Angela.

"Burden?" asked Brennan.

"I'm confused," said Cam.

"Very long story, very long indeed. Should read about it one day," he smiled with a bow and disappeared from the room.

"From reports inside the Ministry more specifically the Auror department we have gathered that the muggles are being protected due to a prophecy for telling these events and their arrival into the wizarding world," stated Argo a follower of Aldous.

"Hmmm," he lit a cigarette, "This is interesting."

"Bring forth more Messors," smoke billowed from his nose, "We need to get that prophecy and the Aurors will cause a problem. We can be certain of that."

[Messors = Reaper in latin. Aldous's followers.]

"Does the prophecy pertain to anyone in particular?" he took a drag and dropped ash into the tray.

"It only accounts for 4 of them, but there's 5…" he said.

"I'm aware," he snapped.

"It does mention one Angela Pearly-Gates Montenego as the center point of the prophecy," he looked to his Master.

"And?" agitation in Aldous's voice.

"We don't know anything further about the prophecy in order to get the full prophecy we would need to enter the Department of Mysteries."

"So be it," Aldous smiled taking the final drag from the cigarette.

"Hello," they heard a familiar voice. Harry entered the kitchen.

"Morning," they smiled.

"Where's Mads?" asked Jack.

"She'll be around shortly just taking care of few things back at the Ministry."

"Good morning, Master Potter," bowed Bardly entering the room, "Their things have been all packed and are ready to go."

"Thank you, Bardly," Harry shook the house elf's hand with a smile, "And how are you?"

"Very good," he smiled widely at the young man.

"Good to hear," he looked up at everyone, "Are you all ready to head out?"

They all nodded in agreement, "Are we using the port-key again?" asked Temperance.

"Yes," Harry laughed, "Why?"

"I do not like the feeling of it," she admitted.

Harry just laughed and helped himself to some breakfast.

"Bones I can't believe how well you're taking all of this," Booth looked at her, "Usually you're the biggest skeptic here."

"Seeing is believing, Booth," she said, "I can't argue with the facts that are presented before me."

"Going to have to agree on that one," Cam nodded, "By the way this food is phenomenal."

"I agree. Bardly makes a fine breakfast," smiled Harry.

"Good morning," Mads walked into the kitchen, "The port-key is ready. Your Aurors are waiting for you at your homes. Everyone set?"

"Are we allowed back to work?" asked Booth.

"Yes," she said, "We'll be keeping a constant watch on the Jeffersonian."

"This whole someone living with me 24/7 is going to take some getting used to," sighed Angela.

"Like I said, I'll be around, but you'll rarely know I'm there," she removed an old boot from a cabinet to her right.

"That's so random," said Hodgins.

"Magic," she poked and held out the boot, "You all know the drill."

There was a heavy sigh from the group before they took hold of the boot and were sucked through the air and once again hit solid ground inside the Jeffersonian, inside Brennan's office.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to that," coughed Hodgins picking himself off the floor.

"Takes time," Mads laughed.

Angela and Cam took a seat on the couch to right themselves before returning to work. Angela felt as though she was going to vomit and Cam's head was spinning.

"We've got a problem," Harry turned to Mads.

"What?" her expression suddenly went serious.

"Break in at the Ministry," his voice was stern, seriousness in his features.

Mads nodded, "We have to leave immediately, but the Jeffersonian is well guarded."

And without another word the two Aurors were gone without even a noise leaving the others to go about their day.

"What happened?" Mads quickly took charge of the situation inside the Department of Mysteries seeing as she was the Department head.

"It just took place," breathed one of her subordinates, "They managed to get into the Hall of Prophecies."

"And?" Mads felt her heart quicken.

"All prophecies are accounted for," but this didn't make her feel any better.

She quickly pushed by the young witch and into the Department of Mystery which was alive with activity. Wizards and witches were buzzing around the different areas of the Department coming and going through all the many doors. They all stopped and stared as Mads made her way towards the Hall of Prophecies.

One thing about all the people in the Department of Mysteries was that they worked within the Department. Most of those who worked in the Ministry did not know the location, the people who worked in the Department and some didn't even know the existence.

Harry was inclined to the knowledge due to his past experiences within the Ministry as well as his status as Head of the Auror Department.

Since the Battle of the Department of Mysteries that took place when Harry was still school the large room had been rebuilt, the shelves restored, but many of the prophecies had been destroyed, those that evaded destruction were replaced to their rightful shelves.

Mads immediately found her way to the proper shelf that held the proper philosophy and removed it from the shelf. Due to her status as Department head she wasn't struck with madness as others would have been.

"The prophecy is in order, and nothing seems to have been disturbed, but…" she muttered under her breath, "The prophecy was copied."

"How can you tell?" asked Ayleth Russell one of the witches under Mads's command came around the corner. Mads eyes flashed to her before back to the orb in her hand.

"Call it intuition," she said placing the orb back on the shelf, but never taking her eyes from it. Angela, you are not safe. This was excuted by someone inside the Department. The alerted only when leaving, but entered without problem.

"Whispers around the Ministry is it has to deal with the Americans you brought here; the muggles," she quickly added.

Ayleth knew she caught her boss's attention, the Unspeakable's gaze lingered on the orb before turning her attention to Ayleth, "And do you believe everything that passes through your ears?"

"If I feel it to be true," she smiled.

Mads smiled, rubbing her cheek, "Don't."