I am actually terrified how fast this update came...

So, this is dedicated to a Prime Minister close to my own heart. No, not Bertie, although he was the person who inspired me to write this :D. The Prime Minister of Procrasti: Q8iya, here is your British equivalent :D

Enjoy, and sorry if you're frightened by the high speed :D...

The Muggle cleared his throat and said "Can I help you?"

"Where am I? Number Ten Down-" she frowned, the address sounded familiar from class. She thought back to the day when Professor Burbage had talked about the address… that was the week that Dean, her Muggle Studies buddy (who was taking it for a laugh, they both were, having lived with Muggles they thought it would be an easy "O") was sick and Seamus (somebody else who thought it was an easy "O", after all, he was half-blood as well) had sat with her. Number Ten Downing Street.

"Oh dear," she said. "You're the Prime Minister."

"Yes, I am, and you are-"

"Lavender Brown. K- Minister Shacklebolt sent me here. I hope to Merlin you know who he is, else I'll have to do a memory charm, and they're not easy."

"No," the Prime Minister said tiredly. "I know who he is. I'm sure you're an admirable person Miss Brown, but I'm afraid that I have an appointment-"

"No you don't," said a painting in the corner that looked remarkably similar to the one in Kingsley's office. "He's forgotten."

Lavender looked from the Prime Minister to the painting. "Okay, I'm obviously causing a bit of trouble here, I guess I'll just Apparate home-"

"Can't," the painting said shortly. "Non-Apparition charms all over."

"Well, I'll just go down the road then," she said making for the door.

"Minister Shacklebolt's locked them," the painting said. "He says you two should talk."

Lavender held her hands up in despair and turned back to the Prime Minister. "Sorry about this," she said. "He just kind of shoved me into the fireplace and sent me here. And look, there's soot all over my skirt." She took her wand out and Vanished it.

The Prime Minister looked rather nervous. "Um…"

"Oh, don't worry, I won't hurt you." She held out a hand. "I'm head of the Werewolf Rehabilitation Facility and President of the Werewolf Liaison Office and Werewolf Support Services."

He looked slightly taken back as he shook her hand. "So you're a-"

"Werewolf." She smiled. "Would you like to see the scars?" she offered. "Often seeing the actual injuries can often help people get to grips with the problem in hand."

"No, no," he said adamantly. "No, that's quite alright. Um, why don't you sit down?"

She took a seat in the leather upholstered chair. "Sorry," she said. "If it's any comfort, I don't want to be here either."

"Actually, you could help me," he said, taking out a large white sheet of card. "Can you believe they want me to colour co-ordinate my own election campaign? I mean, I don't know what red is which." He looked really desperate. "Do you want to help?"

"Of course," she said, taking the sheet. "Do you have colours?"

He handed her a tin of pencils.

"Here, you do one as well," she said, pointing at the other sheets. "Then we can compare!"

He lifted one of the other sheets to his place and took some pencils. Lavender bent down and began to colour.

"So, you know Minister Shacklebolt then?"

"Believe it or not, he used to work for me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he was my secretary. Then one day, he's been missing for about six months, turns up and says 'Hey, I'm Minister for Magic!'"

"Well, that must have been awkward."

"A bit. But I like Kingsley. Much better than that Scrimgeour guy."

"I know, he burnt a hole in Harry's favourite shirt."

The Prime Minister looked up. "What?"

"Harry Potter. You might not have heard of him, but he's kind of the saviour of the magical world. He's a national hero. So am I, come to think of it."

"Why do I get the feeling the magical world is a very small place where everybody knows each other?"

"Oh, it isn't really," she said, shading a very patriotic shade of blue. "I just happened to be in the circle."

"Oh, you just happened to be in 'the circle'?" he said, making speech marks in the air with his hand.

She laughed. "I shared a room with Hermione Granger for six years. I went out with Ron Weasley. I got attacked by Fenrir Greyback. I got drunk and nearly kissed Neville Longbottom. I was in the DA, at the battle of Hogwarts. Oh, I got taught by Remus Lupin. And I just broke up with Witch Weekly's seventh most sexy guy."

"You have a busy life. And you're a politician."

"Human rights activist. And national hero. And fashion icon."

"Yeah, those three don't really go together in our world."

"Not in ours either, then again, I'm part of the generation that changes everything."

"And what are you, early twenties?"

"Nineteen," she said with a grin. "Hey, do you look good in green?"

He made a face. "You're not seriously dressing me in green on an election poster?"

She held the page up. "Yeah, I just thought… never mind, I'll go for sky blue."

"Good choice," he said. "So do you want to explain it all to me?"

"Surely Kingsley-Minister S-"

"You can call him Kingsley, I do."

"Well, surely he explained to you."

The Prime Minister sighed. "Yeah, but everyday there was something new, and then he vanished."

"Oh yeah, he got caught by the Taboo."

"The what now?"

"They put a Taboo on the name, do you know who You-Know-Who is?"

"Oh Lord Vol-thingy."

"Yeah. Well, I call him Riddle. That's his real name."

"So he's definitely dead? I mean, they thought he was dead once before apparently, and then poof! He was alive."

"No, he's definitely dead. Harry killed him."

"Right. So you know Harry? Is he in 'the circle'?"

"Are you kidding, the circle's drawn around him. Speaking of which-" she held up the flesh pencil and charmed it to look his colour.

"That's cheating!" he complained.

"What, it's too ruddy, people will think you're drunk. They don't want a drunk Prime Minister."

He sighed and went back to colouring his jacket a violent shade of purple.

"So, who's Harry? I don't want his history, I want to know who he is. You seem to know him pretty well."

"Right, about half a head or so taller than me, but his hair adds about six inches. All messy and black. Bright green eyes, and this scar, like a lightning bolt, right here." She pointed to just above the end of her left eyebrow. "And these signature glasses, big and round, really old things. He's pretty sound, all in all. Makes good jokes sometimes. Pretty clever. Brilliant Seeker. Crap at Divination, he used to make it all up."

"Divination?"

"Divining the future. We used to take the class together. It was my favourite."

The Prime Minister coughed. "You can predict the future?"

"Oh yes. Sometimes. I mean, I'm not a real Seer, but I can do some palmistry, crystal gazing. I'm good with tea leaves as well."

"So, um, you could tell me if I was going to win the next election?"

She grabbed his hand and stared at it. "Yes, I could tell you. But that would be lulling you into a false sense of confidence."

"So I'm going to win?" he asked, excited.

"Maybe. The future changes depending on every single tiny decision we make so I don't know. I mean, if you decide to wear that jacket on the election poster…"

He looked down at his sheet. "You don't like it?"

"Purple, not your colour."

"Right," he said, taking a blue and going over it. "So go on. Who else is in 'the circle'?"

"Well, there's Ron Weasley, all the Weasleys really."

"Who are they?"

"They're a family. If you ever see anyone with red hair, you can put your money on them having a Weasley connection. They're kind of poor, but they're all in Gryffindor. Molly, that's the mother, she's really accommodating. And apparently an awesome dueller. She killed Bellatrix Lestrange. She was like, top Death Eater."

"Death Eater?"

"Riddle's followers," Lavender said, scribbling teal along the horizon behind his head. "Of course, I was down by that point, I missed all the good stuff. Typical Greyback, changes my life, and puts me out of action for the best bit of the battle."

"Right. Who's Greyback?"

"The werewolf who bit me. Ron and Neville took him down."

"Are you sure this is just 'the circle'? I seriously think it's just a small world."

"Six degrees of separation," she said with a shrug.

"Your politics sound so simple."

"Yeah, but a lot of people died. Hey, do you have any pinks?"

"What on earth do you want pink for?"

"I was just going to give you rosy cheeks."

"If you must," he said, relinquishing the pink pencil. "So, these Weasleys?"

"Oh yeah. Well, they're all over, I mean, there's Arthur in Muggle Connections-that's you guys, Muggles, Molly, who everyone in the entire country knows for being a good cook, Bill and his wife Fleur, yeah, I'm living with them, you know, Fleur Delacour? Well, obviously you don't know her, but she was a champion at the Triwizard Tournament."

"Wait, that was the thing they had to bring three dragons over for?"

"Four actually, Moody put Harry's name in the Goblet. Of course, then he turned out not to be Moody at all, he was Barty Crouch, but according to Hermione he does a very good impression. The real Moody died though. Pity. I would have enjoyed working with him."

"Wait, this is Harry Potter again?"

"I told you 'the circle' revolves around Harry. Dumbledore's Army, the Order of the Phoenix, everybody idolizes him, and the Auror office now as well. When we were in Fourth Year, he got involved in the Triwizard Tournament, so they had to bring an extra dragon over."

"And nobody told me?" He looked outraged.

"Well, seriously, what were you going to do about it?"

"I don't know," he said, throwing his pencil down. "You can see how I feel about all this. I get to the top-"

"Only to find there's a whole world right under your nose you didn't know about and they all act superior to you. It was the same for my Mum when she won the tournament in the tennis club where she met Dad." Lavender frowned a little as she said this.

He bent over to look at her. "Yes?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. I just fell out with my parents. They object to my lycanthropy."

"Right," he said. "That must not be very nice."

"Eh, they weren't great company. Mum was thoroughly Muggle about everything and Dad just never intervened."

"Ah," he said nodding wisely. "It's like that in my house."

Lavender laughed. "Okay, so I'm almost done," she said, blowing off her sheet. "Ready?"

"Go for it."

"Tada!" she said, holding it up.

The Prime Minister paused. "Miss Brown, as sure as I am that your sense of fashion leaves nothing to be desired, I do have to question your choice of shirt?"

"What, you don't like it?"

"It's just, a little, bright."

"You're appealing to the larger community," she said with a shrug then grinned. "Us."

"Do you vote?"

Lavender shrugged. "I will, if it's any help. Well, I'll have to register. Does that take long?"

He shrugged. "Couldn't you just magic it in?"

"Don't be silly, you can't do everything by magic," she said rolling her eyes. "Paperwork is practically an Exception to Gamp's Law."

He looked questioningly up at her.

"Don't ask me, ask Hermione."

"Is she in 'the circle'?"

"Yeah, her and Ron were with Harry that whole year. She's like, the cleverest person in the world probably. Anyway, her and Ron are engaged now, it's really sweet."

"And Harry?"

"Oh, well, him and Ginny were voted Witch Weekly's hottest couple."

"Why do I get the feeling you judge everything by Witch Weekly?"

"I don't! Not since I found out what Gilderoy Lockhart was really like, yuck. I read it for the hair and make-up."

He laughed. "Okay, so where was Witch Weekly's seventh whatever in the circle?"

"Ron and Harry's roommate. He and Parvati and I became the seconds in command in Dumbledore's Army after Ginny and Luna got taken out of Hogwarts."

"The same Ginny?"

"Yup."

"Same Hogwarts?"

"How many Hogwarts do you think are out there? Well yeah, it was Riddle's favourite place-"

"His boarding school," the Prime Minister said flatly.

"I know, he was weird. Evil and weird," she said.

"Aren't dastardly villains usually?"

"Yeah, I guess so. And like all dastardly villains, he was thwarted in the end!"

"I'll drink to that," he said, pouring two glasses of red wine from a bottle on the far end of the desk.

"Cheers," Lavender said, clinking glasses with him.

"And what about Mr. Number Seven? Was he thwarted like every evil villain?"

Lavender shrugged. "He isn't. Not really." She breathed out angrily. "You know, it was just, I didn't feel I could trust him anymore. I don't know why."

"You've never had that problem before?"

Lavender frowned. "No. I mean, we went out when we were younger, I broke up with him because I didn't like him anymore. And I would still trust him, with my life. But… I don't know. He's keeping secrets from me."

"Well, to give my non-objective opinion, don't we all have secrets?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "For instance, I have this secret, these people come out of my fireplace and tell me about evil wizards and I talk to a painting."

She laughed again. "I suppose you're right. But…" She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I'm still in love with him, I'm just convincing myself reasons why I'm not."

He nodded sagely. "Glad that my experience at leading a country can help your social life."

"Thank you," she said. "This has been a most interesting meeting."

"Indeed. I now know that a turquoise tie with orange spots is the way to go for election posters."

There was a whoosh at the fireplace.

"Have you calmed down yet Lavender?" Kingsley asked, shaking soot off his robe sleeves.

"Yes, actually. Mr… er, Prime Minister and I were just having a drink."

"Would you like to come home?" he said. "And not throw a temper tantrum at getting given money and time off to go Christmas shopping."

"Okay," she said, draining her glass and standing up. "I guess I'll see you around," she said to the Prime Minister.

"Oh," Kingsley said, catching sight of the poster. "I'm sure people will vote for you in that colour scheme."

"I'll see you then Lavender," the Prime Minister winked, but she wasn't sure if it was for her or Kingsley.

They Flooed back to the Minister's office.

"Now, take the money and shop," he said.

Lavender paused. "There really is something going on isn't there?"

He shrugged. "You'll find out soon enough," he said, closing her out of the office and wondering once again what on earth everybody was planning.