Rose Lily Potter and the Avengers

A/N: You people are beautiful. I like reviews. The longer ones or the ones with questions will get responses. I love communicating with you people.

I own none of this.

This is just a little tidbit I wrote after a reviewer made a very good point, about how everything involving the Wizengamot bit seemed to go too smoothly. You won't miss anything if you skip this, but I still hope you will read and enjoy.

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Tales from a Tonks

Let's see. If Draco is my nephew through my sister, then Iona would be my grand-niece. Or if Rose is my Great-Aunt Dorea's granddaughter, that would make Rose my second cousin, I believe. So on that side, Iona would be my second cousin, once removed? What would that make Iona to Teddy? They're god siblings through Rose, but through blood they would be... Oh, Merlin. I'm going to need a quill to figure that one out.

Andromeda Tonks would never allow herself to be caught daydreaming (or much worse, doodling her family tree) in the Wizengamot chambers, whether it was the main chamber or the offices and conference rooms that were available to them. However, that didn't mean she was immune to the boredom of committee meetings.

Only one day after her Head of House had shaken up the Wizengamot, Andromeda was sitting in one of those meetings, listening to Head Unspeakable Burke speak about the many different things they would need to do before the Department of Mysteries would close.

One of Andromeda's many talents was the ability to listen intently and let her mind wander at the same time, and she employed this talent very often. It was especially useful when people tried to slip things past them all while they were meeting-weary, like now.

"Excuse me, Burke, but I'm afraid you've lost me. I'm not sure why the locking of the Veil Room would take two weeks. Without that, I'm sure we could get the Department closed down within a month, so long as the other committee can get our new research department up in that time. What is the long time estimate for?" Andromeda asked with a smile as she lamented the fact that she was also on that other committee.

Burke really has no talent for politics. He should have kept his hood on. She thought as the Unspeakable got visibly nervous and began to sweat.

"Ah, yes. That's a rather delicate issue, Madame. See, we have to be extra sure the doors are warded extra-tight so we don't have any more children accidently breaking in."

Ooh. Well done bringing that up, Burke. That's a double-edged sword. It hurts me since my votes come from one of those children, but it hurts too you since it happened on your watch as department head.

"Well, if that's your only concern, I'm sure I could convince the Minister Shacklebolt to let us borrow an auror or two to guard the doors while you work, or to test the wards even. I'm sure Auror Weasley would love another shot at it."

Ahh, politics is so easy when I can name drop people like this. It's almost too simple. Wow. He really has not backup plan, does he. Maybe if he was just a little better at this, the Department of Mysteries might have stood a chance at survival.

"Ah, well. Yes. That would be very helpful if you could convince the Minister of the need. That'll put us optimistically at just about 33 days before we can close up down there. I believe we've accomplished all that we can today. Shall we meet again next Friday?"

"It won't be necessary to wait that long, Burke. Everyone on this committee, save yourself, was chosen because they have no day jobs and can easily meet as often as necessary. I say we meet next Monday, so we can at least hear if Madame Tonks has gotten our auror guards. It will be a moot point to hurry if she cannot, after all."

Andy was mildly surprised that she hadn't needed to cut down on Burke's improvised stalling tactic, as another committee member, Lord Phillips had spoken up, especially since she thought Phillips was against this whole idea. The unfriendly smirk sent from the blonde Lord in her direction answered all of her questions, and also made her internally groan.

Oh, Merlin. Could you have a lousier mask? Why not just give me an entire presentation about your plan, with bullet points? Do you honestly think I can't convince Kingsley to spare a few aurors just because you took four days away from me? At least you're marginally better than Burke at this. Poor Burke. Look how confused he is. He thinks his ally has betrayed him.

"I… I guess that will work. All right. We'll meet again at 8 A.M. next Monday. See you then, folks."

Thank Merlin. I'm starving. I've got an hour before my next meeting. Maybe I can work out our crazy family tree now.

"Madame Tonks. Might I have a moment of your time?"

Or maybe it will be a working lunch. This should be fun. Let's see how the little one wants to play.

"Of course, Lord Phillips. I am wondering if you would like to speak over lunch. The elves in the Ministry cafeteria make a wonderful roast lamb that is calling to me right now."

"That would be lovely, Madame. I've heard that the food here is adequate."

Ah, yes. Because you wouldn't be caught dead eating perfectly good food with the lowly Ministry workers. Please, go right ahead and spend all your money on food of the same quality elsewhere. As if elves could cook anything but wonderful. Andromeda thought as she and Phillips made their way to the lifts, where she saw an opportunity to take another shot at the snobbish Lord.

"Ah, Auror Weasley. How are you, today? Lord Phillips and I are heading towards the cafeteria for lunch, but I'm sure we wouldn't mind some company."

"I wish I could, Andromeda. But I'm heading up to Minister Shacklebolt's office to give him my report on the death toll by House Magic over the last century. It's not the prettiest report and the Minister wanted it ASAP." Andromeda could easily tell that Ronald Weasley was masking his distaste of the older Lord she was with, and she was mentally cheering for the young auror. He was better than half the idiots in the Wizengamot.

Oh, how he has grown from the lazy Gryff. I hope he doesn't get too serious like Moody was, or he'll never find someone special. Maybe he'll loosen up when the children are old enough to start flying, if Rose shares that fun.

"Well, that's too bad. If you're heading that way, let Kingsley know I'll be dropping by after I finish eating to speak to him about something. I'll bring him his favorite, since he's so busy these days. Well, this is our stop. Make sure you drop by Grimmauld, Ronald. Rose will want to introduce you to Iona, I'm sure."

Bloody Hell. I'm on a roll today. Andromeda thought as they said their goodbyes and the two Wizengamot members exited the lift. I just used Kingsley's first name, insinuated I knew his favorite meal (fish and chips, not very fancy, Kings), let Phillips know I could set up meetings with the Minster without needing his approval and that I will be speaking to Kingsley about the aurors.

Soon enough, the two were at the cafeteria and had taken seats at a small table. An elf popped next to them.

"Can Mipsy serve you?"

"I'll have the lamb, please Mipsy. Lord Phillips, would you like anything? It's my treat."

"I'll have the same. Thank you, Madame. But it's not necessary." Phillips said politely, although Andy could tell it was taking all of his willpower to speak that way to both her and the elf.

"If you insist, milord." Andromeda replied as Mipsy popped away to get their food. "What did you want to speak of, Lord Phillips?"

And once again, you show your ineptitude at politics by so visibly changing gears. Make it a smooth transition, as if you were merely speaking about the weather.

"Madame, I was wondering why we are so insistent that the Department of Mysteries closes now. We've had this system in place for centuries. Surely, we need not change it now if it has worked so well."

Andromeda smiled pleasantly as she took the first bite of the food Mipsy had just placed in front of her before she responded.

"Well, if you must know. The department hasn't exactly been very helpful to us. The DoM has been in place since 1672, and we haven't had any research actually come out of it since 1854. That's a lot of research that is missing, milord. I wonder what type of things they have to give us."

"Do you really think it will be worth it, though? To betray centuries of tradition for measly research?" Phillips beseeched.

"I do think it will be worth it. I just don't know what exactly we'll be getting. It's rather exciting, actually. They might have research on curing dragon pox, or on strengthening wards. They might even have something on, I don't know, increasing the effectiveness of certain fertilizer's on Herbology ingredients."

Andromeda mentally smirked as Phillips's eyes bulged greedily. Oh, yes. I'm very aware that your fortune comes from your greenhouses. I know how everyone in the Wizengamot operates, fool.

"But, if that's not enough. This will give us an opportunity to start regulating the function of our research divisions so that we can get the most out of it. That kind of oversight will be very… profitable."

Andromeda enjoyed a few moments of blissful, idiotic-statement free silence as Phillips seemed to be deep inside what Andy assumed was his tiny mind before he visibly shook himself from his thoughts.

"You've given me a lot to think about, Madame. I'll leave you to enjoy your meal."

Aww, don't leave now. It was so much fun to beat you at my own game. And you didn't even touch your food.

"Of course, Lord Phillips. May you have a pleasant afternoon."

Andromeda watched as the man walked away before she called Mipsy back to collect his discarded food and to order Kingsley's food.

Ten minutes later, Andromeda Tonks walked into the Minister's office with food in hand.

"Andy! Is that for me? You're the best." Kingsley Shacklebolt said cheerfully as he was uncharacteristically happy to see the Potter/Black proxy holder. She was responsible for about half of his extra work, after all. But she brought food.

Ah, Rose. Do you even understand how much control I have given you over this place? Might as well just put your name on the front of the building.

"I'm afraid I can't stay long, Kingsley. I've got another meeting in 15 minutes. I need to talk to you about setting up a temporary auror guard at the Veil Room. It'll keep Burke from delaying the closure."

Kingsley just nodded with a mouthful of chips and motioned for Andy to elaborate.

Yeah. This is your Ministry, Rose.

A/N: For those of you that read and enjoyed this short extra, I'll give you a treat. I don't usually do this, but I promise you'll see a new chapter for Christmas. Cheers!