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LOTS of Author Notes at end that have a few of my opinions and some tidbits about back story I am using for the characters. Reading them could clear up a few questions some of you have had.

Here's chapter 27 of Magic vs. MA.

Okay, so last chap was only preparation for the trip and not the actual trip. This one IS the field trip to London from the 2 different groups, and a Death Eater attack.

If you see a symbol or number after a word or phrase that looks out of place, it's because I have an Author's Note regarding that word or phrase at the end I wish to explain.

One reviewer mentioned that he didn't understand the part about Harry reading fantasy books, thinking that the Dursley's would want to keep Harry away from anything of that nature. Now, I might be giving the Dursley's too much credit but here's my reasoning:

They let Harry read those books for a few reasons. One was it kept him out of their way and quiet when they didn't want him to do some chore, and another was that in case something magical ever DID happen that only Harry witnessed and started talking about to others, they could always claim his mind was rotted by reading that trash and he was confusing the books with reality.

For my own sake, I'm putting the Ministry of Magic office as being near the real British Ministry offices. They are part of the British system after all, and even though there isn't a lot of interaction between the Muggle and Wizarding general populations, there is some cross over when it comes to government officialdom. In a lot of fic, Aurors often pretend to be part of the Muggle police forces( both standard, Scotland Yard, and MI6), but in here, they have their own class as Section 10. The Muggle police agencies know that when people show the Section 10 badge, that its a really dangerous case and that it's something the government want's kept quiet. So to the Muggles Section 10(Aurors) and Section 11(Unspeakables) are just a British version of CIA and FBI rolled together.

Some of the scenes in the next chapter are giving a little boost from watching Goblet of Fire. Try and guess which ones.

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"So Harry, how do you find riding a dragon?" Ranma asked as they soared easily through the air, flying just above the normal flight lanes for this part of the world. Ranma had taken to reading and knowing any and all information regarding air traffic since the time he'd nearly collided with a passenger jet heading towards Tokyo during one of his first flights. The escape had been so close, that he had left scrape marks on the plane from his wings beating the air and his tail slashing to help him keep his balance.

"It's bloody amazing Ranma. I never expected it to be so peaceful up here. I mean, I'm a great flyer on my broom, or so everyone tells me, but this, this is REAL flying. I can't believe you get to do this anytime you want!" Harry laughed into the rushing wind, throwing his arms wide and enjoying the rush of air cooling his body. He'd been unusually warm, and realized that he'd put too much heat worm into the potion that was allowing him to survive at the height they were flying.

"When we get back, we should have a race." Ranma suggested, unaware of the last time Harry had been in the air with a dragon. "Might be fun. Taro could join in as well. He might not look it, but he's fairly speedy for a ton of beef."

Harry glanced to the left, where he spotted the large form of Taro slipping easily through the air, keeping up with Ranma's larger and more powerful wing beats. Taro had much more experience flying long distance and dealing with the wind resistance and other hazards of flight then Ranma, though this was nearly twice the height he'd ever flown before. Harry could just make out Taro's massive shaggy head twist to look at them and roar something that he couldn't quite hear.

"Taro just noticed a storm front not far ahead. We're almost to London so we're going to slow down and drop to only about 10 000 feet. I don't know how I know how high I am, but somehow, I can just sense it." Ranma stated to let Harry know what was about to happen. "Now, you want to take the scenic route, or the Express?" Ranma stated, a hint of laughter in his rumbling voice.

Harry blinked and grabbed the reigns. "Let's take the Express! It can't be any worse then diving straight down while chasing a Snitch."

Ranma's body shook with laughter, and his long neck craned over to look back at Harry as they came to a screeching halt in their forward momentum. "Then try this!" he said, collapsing his wings to his body and twisting his body to face downward. Immediately, they started to fall from the sky and gathering speed. Soon, they were moving faster then Harry could ever remember going, even on his Firebolt.

He screamed out in pure pleasure and exhilaration at the joy of flying. Free of the bounds of gravity, free of the stares and gossip of others. Free of their expectations and accusations. Just him, Ranma, and hundreds of miles of open sky.

"THIS IS BLOODY BRILLIANT!" he screamed out, clutching the reigns and letting the force of the rushing wind push him tighter into the saddle.

Taro watched as Ranma fell, chuckling to himself as he pulled the stopper on the tiny thermos that contained hot water. He dumped the water over himself, and tucked his limbs in tightly as he commenced falling. Those with little experience would think that his larger form would fall faster due to it's weight, but the wind resistance and natural buoyancy of his changed form would actually slow his fall. Ranma was having that problem at the moment as his body instinctively sought to slow his fall by spreading his wings, which occasionally started to flare out before Ranma regained control over his instincts.

It wasn't long before Taro caught up to and passed the laughing pair as the head long rush to meet the rapidly expanding ground continued for several more seconds until Taro felt himself near the speed limit for his form and had to quickly transform back and flare his own wings to slow his descent. He popped back upwards for a moment like a skydiver opening his chute, and Ranma screamed past him and beyond before his own wings snapped out and they pulled out of the fall into a massive loop de loop before resuming a steady glide level near the 10 000 foot mark they'd aimed for.

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Nabiki started as she felt a hand gently shake her shoulder. She sleepily opened his eyes and blinked to shake the last vestiges of sleep from her face. "Nani?" she asked.

Haabu smiled. His wife was adorable when she tried to pretend to be more awake then she was. He'd learned early that she was slow to awaken and liked to linger on the edge of sleep before starting her day. "We are going to be landing soon, bao bei." he whispered to her, his hand caressing her cheek. His smile grew as she unconsciously leaned into his touch. "We are on final approach and the crew insists we take our seats."

Still half-asleep, Nabiki allowed her husband to carry her over to the seats and place her gently in the plush seat. She rewarded him with a searing kiss filled with promises of more to come and then lazily set about the task of securing the seat in the upright and locked position while strapping on the seat belt. Once that was done she shook off the last of her sleepy haze and came to full alertness. "Once we land, we'll order a vehicle to bring us to the Ministry. Apparently, people with no magical ability can't see the wizard places scattered throughout the cities of the world. So Xo Me, we will rely on you to authenticate that we have reached the right place."

The Chinese elder nodded, taking the younger woman's word as that of Lord Ranma. "Of course, my lady. I can already detect several magical signals in the city below, including a few very concentrated sources of power. Empress has been kind enough to give us the address and location of the Ministry Offices, and I can verify that we have reached the proper place." She turned her head and stared out through the window nearest her. "I also sense a very powerful source of energy and chaos approaching the city. There are two other energies with the large one, including a powerful magical signature." She frowned and turned to Nabiki. "If I didn't know better, I would say the larger source is Lord Ranma, but he is at that school, a great distance away."

Nabiki scowled. She hated mysteries. "If Ranma was annoyed enough with this Ministry's interference with what he's trying to do at Hogwarts, he might have decided to come pay them a visit. And if that's the case, Fudge better damn well hope that we get there first. Ranma's not exactly the most diplomatic person in the world and his idea of restraint is punching someone through a wall and not kicking them across the city."

Haabu chuckled. "He's not quite that bad, bao bei. Though if you tell him I said so, I'll deny it to the day I die."

Nabiki giggled, enjoying just being a woman with her husband. Then the seriousness of the situation asserted itself. "Back to business. When we reach the Ministry, Haabu chan, I want you to do that floating thing. Nothing major, but just enough that it's obvious that you aren't walking but floating through the air. Xo Me, If you can do the doddering Elder act, scowl at them, mutter under your breath, things like that. Maybe throw a ki ball or two if they get in the way. Nothing to hurt anyone, but enough to startle them and get them moving. I will be quiet until we get to Fudge. I'll be doing that 'Ice Queen' thing Ranma says I'm good at but that I think is just a good business face. I'll ignore everyone but Fudge and talk to him like he's something I scraped off the bottom of my shoe."

"Ah, I see. You want him to know how little the rest of the world thinks of him." Xo Me stated with a wicked gleam in her eye.

"I want him to know that his power extends only as far as the influence of the British Empire and that he has no power over ANY one who isn't part of the United Kingdoms. From what I've read, for the longest time, wizards the world over have bowed down and cowered before the wizards of the British Empire and obeyed the orders of the British Ministry. Just because most of the better known wizards in history originally came to fame in the UK doesn't mean that they have the right to dictate to the rest of the world. Like with the American's ordering around the rest of the world because they have the 'strongest' army, the British Minister has held the threat over the rest of the wizarding population because of the history of their situation."

Haabu nodded and gripped the armrest as the plane began it's final decent. He really hated these flying death traps. He was just glad that it was almost over. Then he remembered that he'd have to go through this again to get home, and decided to ask the Elder to knock him out for the return flight.

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Ranma and Taro landed safely in a deserted section of the warehouse district. Ranma switched back to his human form once Harry finally managed to free himself from the restraints. They bundled the straps and Harry shrunk them and stuck them in his pocket. Taro hadn't managed the trick of changing himself without water yet, so he used his last thermos to transform into human form and dressed. Once they were all set, they started off, Ranma and Taro allowing their ki sense to extend in all directions to sense the approach of any potential threats.

There wasn't anything in the area they couldn't handled, and despite there low numbers, not even the most vicious gangs of the area was willing to take the chance of attacking them for Ranma had copied Haabu's floating trick and was about a foot off the ground, holding his staff tightly at his side while Taro would glare at the occasional watcher who followed the trio as they moved out of the area to a more populous and 'safer' section of the old city. Once they reached a decently safe place, they used the cell phone Fred and George had magicked to contact their friends still at the school and let them know they'd arrived safely. Then Harry used his to call for a cab, which picked them up.

They reached the Parliament building about half an hour later. They entered the building and then left through a side exit. The Ministry of Magic offices were hidden through a special sequence of brick presses like the entrance to Diagon Alley. This was the back entrance to the Ministry as compared to the visits Harry had previously taken. It was usually used only by Aurors and Unspeakables on top secret missions to bypass the curious people who had been called to the Ministry for various reasons.

Harry entered the code Luna'd had given him. He wondered a moment how she'd gotten the code, but she'd just smiled mysteriously and said she had her sources. Then she'd snogged him senseless and he'd had to have her tell him the code again before they left.

Once the bricks parted and the entrance opened, they entered into a deserted stairwell and onto a platform. Harry gave their destination as the office of Minister Fudge and off they went. The trip was eerily similar to the cart rides of Gringott's, thought not quiet as long or rushed, it was still a bit of a thrill. Minutes later they exited the hidden door into the waiting area.

Harry lead the way, with Ranma floating behind him and Taro at his most intimidating brining up the rear, his dragon hide vest and gauntlets gleaming eerily in the harsh lights of the magical equivalent of Fluorescent lights. The guards, a pair of heavy set Aurors standing at the door to the Ministers private office didn't notice them at first, as it seems they were trying to get into the office. Their spells were bouncing off the doors and causing damage to the rest of the room. Harry looked confused at Ranma, who had broken out into a grin and waved the young wizard off.

Ranma's chuckling drew the attention of the guards, who spun into crouches and cast some type of spell toward the three. Ranma simply held his staff out before him and absorbed the energy of the spells. He swung the staff in a horizontal arc and both guards were lifted and tossed to the side. They hit the wall and passed through the paper thin construct with ease. The secretary, a young red-haired man paled and shakily drew his wand, and Ranma pointed the end of his staff at him. The black haired martial artist was somewhat surprised when his young wizard friend pushed his staff, and the small ki blast, aside and looked questionably at the messy haired boy.

"Let me handle this, Ranma. Percy and I know each other fairly well." Harry said quietly. "He's Ron's brother." Ranma nodded and instead directed the staff at the hole in the wall and the outer doors and used his Ki to erect a barrier preventing entry into the room.

Harry replaced his wand into the wand holster Moody had given him, and approached the nervous young man with his hands extended like he'd seen in Muggle cop shows. "Hello Percy. How you doing?"

Percy's eyes grew even wider as he finally recognized the other wizard. "Harry? What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at Hogwarts? And who is that?"

"Percy, this is Lord Ranma Saotome of the land of Angwan. He is here to speak with Minister Fudge about the restrictions that have been placed on the students of Hogwarts and the Ministry's continued interference with the school's curriculum."

If anything, Percy's shaking become any more pronounced. His wand fell from his hand on to the desk and he collapsed back into his chair, placing his face in his hands. He started chuckling, then laughing hysterically. He eventually got himself under control and took on an overly officious manner. "I'm sorry but the Minister is in a meeting with a representative of the government of the country of Angwan. I'm afraid you'll have to wait. The door is being blocked by some unknown type of magic barrier."

Ranma's grin widened and he slammed the end of his staff down on the ground, causing the entire wing to shake. "That isn't a magic barrier, Percy. It's a ki shield. And you can't break it, but you can knock, if you know how." Ranma allowed a tendril of his ki to flow from his aura and stroke the barrier. It collapsed within seconds and the doors swung open. He floated into the room, gesturing for Taro to remain outside and Harry to enter with him.

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Nabiki was well into the Ice Queen persona as she debarked the plane on the arm of her equally cold faces husband. The impassive pair didn't express or show the slightest interest as they moved through the crowd at the airport, the gathered throngs parting before them like wheat before a thresher. Xo Me and the Guards brought up the rear as the pair avoided the security checks thanks to the diplomatic markings on their plane and passports. Within 2 minutes of landing, the pair, alone with Xo Me entered a waiting limo while Mint and Raimu stepped into a SUV that would lead the way.

Twenty minutes later, they reached the offices of the Ministry and Xo Me lead the way through the magical barriers protecting it from the site of the non magical. They barreled their way through the entrance, Raimu and Mint shoving people aside with their enhanced strength while Haabu's ki extended around them in a protective barrier as several guards started casting restraining spells on them.

Nabiki ignored the miniature battle as Haabu's ki flared and Xo Me's hands flashed. Within seconds, the nearly 2 dozen magical guards were rendered unconscious. They then proceeded through the halls, as Xo Me's magical sense detected the place of most concentrated magic. This lead to a large set of double doors with magically flashing sing proclaiming 'Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge'. Mint and Raimu shoved the heavy doors open and Nabiki and Haabu strode, or rather glided through the now open entrance. Haabu nodded to the excitable pair, who took up stations outside the main doors as they swung closed on their own accord.

A startled young man leapt from his seat, a wand appearing in his hand while the too burly guards before the smaller inner office door also drew wands and took up aggressive stances.

Nabiki finally spoke for the first time since leaving the plane. "I am here to see Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge on behalf of Lord Ranma of Angwan and the Imperial Family of Japan."

The red haired young man froze and stared for a moment before shaking himself and putting away his wand. He could sense little magic from the trio before him, which meant they were no threat to the two powerful Aurors in protecting the Minister. He wondered how the white haired man was floating and how the goblin woman was balancing on the top of that staff, but set that aside for the moment. "I am afraid that the Minister is not taken supplicants at this time. He is very busy countering the false rumors of the return of You-Know-Who and has no time to deal with foreigners with no official standing."

Haabu turned his gray eyes on the youth and allowed a little of his Ki to flare into being. "You will tell the Minister that Lord Haabu of the Musk Empire and his Queen are here to see him and that if he wishes to remain in one piece, let alone stay in office, he will see us immediately."

"Threatening the Minister is a crime punishable by the Dementor's Kiss." stated one of the large men in an oddly high-pitched voice. "You will lay down all weapons and surrender yourself peacefully, or we will forcibly restrain you."

Haabu frowned at the two and lashed out with his ki, sending them crashing into opposite walls, leaving crater style impacts in the plaster and stunning them.

"Since you refuse to do so, I will take matters into my own hands." he said to the red haired young man, who was staring at him in fear. He pointed a hand at the double doors and used his ki to send a wave of air to shove open the doors. Then he and Nabiki glided through with Xo Me following silently.

He used the same method to close the doors and set up a barrier with his ki that would stop anyone from entering the room.

The Minister was sitting at his desk, his back to the door as he overlooked a set of papers. "Not now, Weatherby, I've almost found the means to oust Dumbledore from his position and place Delores in charge permanently."

Nabiki spoke. "You are Minister Cornelius Fudge, I gather?" she demanded in the coldest voice she could muster.

The portly man spun about in his chair in surprise at the feminine voice. "Who the hell are you people? How did you get in here? Guards? Johnson, Stevens, where are you?"

"I'm afraid they are unavailable for this meeting, Minister." Haabu stated, allowing a draconic sibilance to enter his voice.

Fudge gulped as he stared into the cold, dragon like eyes of the Musk ruler. "Who are you? What do you want?" he demanded, trying to restore some of his control to the situation. Sadly for him, he'd lost control the moment he'd annoyed Nabiki and frustrated Ranma.

"I am Nabiki Tendo, this is my husband Prince Haabu of the Musk, and this is Elder Xo Me of the Jokoketsu. We are here as representatives of Lord Ranma Saotome, King of Angwan and of the Imperial Family of Japan." She allowed that to sink in and saw the moment it clicked in his mind as he collapsed back into his seat. "We are here to ask why you continue to interfere with our lines of communication to Lord Ranma and his aids during their stay at the school of wizardry you call Hogwarts." Nabiki felt a faint flutter of emotion through her bond to her husband and spared a side glance at him. He gave her a tiny smirk and tilt of the head to show that there was nothing for her to worry about. In fact, she could feel that he was rather pleased about something, but she had to play her part.

"The ban on communications applies to all at Hogwarts, Miss Tendo." Fudge began, trying to appear diplomatic and fair. "With the false rumors and accusations that are being spread by Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter, the population was beginning to panic. The ban on communications and other edicts passed by the Ministry are an attempt to halt the spread of these falsehoods and to calm the people. I as Minister can not allow private citizens to frighten the population with these tales of imagination."

"Nicely stated, but with as much truth as there are people on the moon." Nabiki stated coldly. A squeeze on her arm directed her to glance again at Haabu, who motioned with his head towards the door and it was then that Nabiki felt a flicker of familiar ki coming from beyond the barrier. She raised an eyebrow in a silent question that Haabu answered with a slow nod. She grinned at her husband and squeezed his arm affectionately before turning back to face the minister with a huge smile on her face, an expression that frightened the older man more then the cold facade she'd portrayed before.

"Minister Fudge, today seems to be a bad day for you. May I present to you, Lord Ranma Saotome, King of Angwan and the Cold Dragon of Nerima." Nabiki finished with a bow as both she and Haabu spilt apart and turned to face the door which opened and Ranma floated in followed by a messy black-haired boy with a lightning bolt scar on his head. The whole effect and timing shattered whatever remaining bravado of the Minister as he beheld for the first time one of the sources of his most current woes as well as the boy who'd he'd been trying to silence for more then a year now. It would have frightened him even more to learn that none of the movements had been planned and that neither group had known the other was going to be there on this day, let alone at that they arrive within minutes of each other.

"Nabiki? Haabu? What are you doing here?" asked Ranma in shock as he saw his sister-in-law and her husband in the office of the person he'd come to speak to.

Nabiki grinned and rejoined her husband's side, letting Ranma take up her former position on to the wand side of the wizard. "I've said it before, brother, and I'll say it again. Great minds think alike. We both had the same Idea to come and visit this toad today." She looked at the boy. "I guess this must be Harry Potter? Good. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter, and I'm glad you're here. I'm sure you have your own things to discuss with this waste of effort."

Harry grinned, enjoying seeing Fudge quaking in fear. Ranma had recovered his surprise from the unexpected guests, and had again adopted the frightening frown and glowing aura he'd been projecting since they'd entered the building. "It's a pleasure to meet you, miss. I guess you're Sensei Kasumi and Akane's sister, Nabiki? And that means that you, " he turned ot face the Musk lord and swallowed his own tremor of fear as he studied the powerful and imposing figure " must be Lord Haabu. I am very happy to meet the two of you, and will gladly wait until you are done before taking my turn with the Minister."

"Do you know why I am here, Fudge?" Ranma asked, letting his dragon voice out, causing those in the office and the other waiting room to shiver on a bone deep level.

"I have no idea, Ranma, was it?" Fudge replied before letting out a whimper of pain as Xo Me appeared behind him and slapped the back of his balding head. He turned to glare at the Elder who scowled at him.

"You will address my Lord with the proper respect, or I will cut out your tongue, child." she demanded. "I believe according to your customs, he is to be addressed as either Lord Ranma, or your Majesty. Any other form of address is an insult from a worm such as you to he."

Fudge held his remark and turned away from the horrible visage to face the foursome. "I am sorry, Lord Ranma. What I and the Ministry do to ensure the safety of the students of Hogwarts and the well being of the wizarding population has nothing to do with you."

Ranma just raised an eyebrow, a trick he'd copied from Nabiki. "That is were you are in error, Corny. Anything that hinders my being able to reach my Council in Angwan is my business. Your reading and blocking mail into Hogwarts is a violation of international law. As a representative of my people and ruler of the Council of the Three Tribes, I and those I travel with are granted diplomatic immunity. That means that we can not be held responsible for any crimes we might commit and that we are to have secure, unhindered access to means to communicate with the home government. You have overstepped your bounds by interfering and not allowing my mail to reach my council. You have interfered in the running of my classes, something that I was promised I would have full control over. Your servant, Umbridge, has used cruel and possibly illegal means to punish students at the school for simply disagreeing with your pronouncements and statements. This, I can no longer tolerate. It is time for you to face the truth, before something really big happens. This Voldemort that you are so scared of has returned. It is time for you to stop trying to protect your own interests and to realize that the people are only safe if they are aware of the truth, not your idolized and sanitized version of reality." 1

Fudge blinked. From what Umbridge and his other spies at Hogwarts had told him, Ranma Saotome might be a powerful fighter, and an animagus of some skill with having a dragon form and the ability to shift into a woman, but he was not much of a thinker or speaker. He used very crude, not vulgar, but very low brow language and didn't seem overly bright or focused on anything but these so called martial arts. This person before him was nothing like the brash, arrogant youth he'd been described. "I don't know what you are talking about. Delores Umbridge is a kind, caring woman who would never harm the children put under her care. She would never punish any who did not deserve it."

Harry snorted, one hand going to the back of the other and tracing a pattern that had been worn into his skin due to the fat toad's 'care'.

"That is as idiotic a statement as I've heard from you yet, Fudge." the young wizard spat, emboldened by the company he was with. "Umbridge is nothing but a power hungry tyrant who takes joy in causing the students pain. She has terrorized the entire school, and cozies up to the children of known Death Eaters, given them special awards and powers to give detention and take points from others. The only reason that any one is still actually learning anything at the school is because she's been afraid of Ranma here."

"Now those are unfounded accusations young man. All known death eaters were imprisoned. There is no proof that any parents of students at Hogwarts are now, or have been Death Eaters. The only former death eater running free is Severus Snape."

"What about Lucius Malfoy? Durmstrang's headmaster? The senior Nott, Goyle, Crabbe, Parkinson? What about them? They were death eaters." Harry stated with real venom in his voice.

"Now it was proved that those poor people where only acting under the Imperious curse. They were being controlled by He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named. They couldn't fight the spell. It's too hard to fight off." Fudge exclaimed in denial.

Harry snorted. "That's a load of shite if I've ever heard one. I've had the Imperious placed on me, Fudge. It's not that hard to fight and you can't make someone, especially someone who is as powerful as Malfoy and the others supposedly are, do something they absolutely refuse to do. If it had been on them, they could have fought it enough not to kill, torture and maim muggle-born witches and wizards. But they didn't. Because they didn't want too, which then shows that the Imperious curse didn't matter. They wanted to hurt muggles and muggle-borns, the curse would only have taken away their restraint. Like if you drank too much or took drugs."

"That's preposterous! The Imperious Curse is able to make you do anything the caster wants you to do. That is why it is one of the Unforgivable spells. There is no fighting it. You might be able to hold off for a short time, but if the caster has enough power, then you will give in and be under his control."

Ranma interrupted before Harry could fight the minister's claim. "As interesting as this is, it's not my concern right now." he'd taken a moment to confer with Nabiki while the wizards argued and Nabiki had filled him in on the news from home. "I am here to tell you Fudge that you will stop interfering in Angwan business and the running of Hogwarts, or I will remove you."

The portly man sputtered at the threat. "Remove me? Remove ME? You don't have the standing to remove me from office!" He leapt shakily to his feet and tried to glare at the foreign intruder.

Ranma's face became a mask of rage. "Whoever said I would remove you from office? I was talking about removing you from Life."

Fudge paled and collapsed to a heap in his chair.

Ranma slammed the end of his staff dong again, once more shaking the entire wing of the Ministry. "Hear this, and hear it well Cornelius Fudge. I, Ranma Saotome, Cold Dragon of Nerima, Lord of Angwan, son of samurai and warriors make this promise: Anymore interference in my affairs or the affairs of my allies will result in open war between the lands of Angwan, Nihon(which you know as Japan), China, The Austral-Asian Confederation of Wizards, against the British Ministry. The war will continue until you are removed from power, by one means or another, and a competent and fair minded person is placed in control of this corrupt bureaucracy. All those who oppose you will be welcome in the stated lands, including those you name Death Eaters, for they at least are fighting for something they have faith in, not just their own selfish gain of wealth and fame. Should you choose to ignore these warnings, then I will go to this Lord Voldemort himself and make a deal with him. I will give him control of the British and European wizarding worlds, so long as he controls his followers and stops the torture of muggles and muggle born."

Harry waited for Ranma to finish and glide out of the room, followed by Nabiki and Haabu. Xo Me remained, standing near the young wizard. "And I'll go to Voldemort as well, Minister. There are two things he'd love to have happen: either he and his Death Eaters kill me, or I become his servant. If you don't get Umbridge out of Hogwarts and take away those stupid edicts, then I will go to him and offer to help him take over myself." Harry spun and left, being followed by the silent Elder who cackled with glee.

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So was it worth the wait?

1 Some might wonder about Ranma really making this speech. Well, thanks to the Pearl of Wisdom Ranma touched in one of the chapters of Comes the Cold Dragon( the source of inspiration for this fic), he's grown up a lot. He just doesn't show it in every day life, since it's a part of his philosophy to never or only rarely show what you are truly capable of. It's part of the founding statements of the Anything Goes style to only fight at a level just enough to beat your opponents but make it close enough that they will be eager to fight you again.