A/n HI everyone here's another chapter for you. We're cracking on with the plot a little more here. I hope that you like it. :)

Chapter 35

The meeting had been going quite well in Nathaniel's opinion when suddenly the issue of a child at Hogwarts having come into a Faerie inheritance was brought up. From his perspective it had come out of the blue. It was only right that as a species they would want to protect this individual, but the fact that he had not been informed of the situation spoke volumes. Other ministry departments often overlooked or underestimated the support and services that they could provide people with.

He was then shocked even further by the fact that this child was one Harry Potter. Never in all his days could he have believed that this was the situation that he would walk into today when he came to the office. Not only was a thought extinct race sitting in his meeting/conference room, they were talking about coming back into the open once more and something had happened that hadn't in centuries. At least he thought that it was centuries, after all people were bound to have reported such a thing as a child going through that type of inheritance before.

Why the school hadn't informed the department, as they usually did was beyond him. In cases where guardians were unable to, or unwilling to get in contact with the right people, the school's general method of finding them a support base was to contact wizarding child services, then this department, so that they could be sign posted to the relevant creature council. This process was sometimes interrupted in the middle by a visit to the aurors, in cases of abuse and neglect though that was very rare. Nathaniel was desperately hoping that he had merely been overlooked, something that happened often, rather than the case being one in which the aurors were involved. No-one deserved to be treated in such a manner.

Something like that would explain the facial expressions, body language and the way that they were diving into the subject straight away. In the acient book that he had managed to purouse quickly before meeting with them, one of the strongest themes about their society seemed to be that of safeguarding their children.

There could also be the fact that Dumbledore had just been suspended from his post at the school, the reasons for this had yet to trickle down the interdepartmental gossip chain, but he was sure that they had finally been able to get him for something pretty serious. Rufus Scrimgeour had after all been baying for the man's blood for decades.

Harry Potter was a child who had both lost and achieved many things in his comparatively short life span, thus far, and Nathaniel thought that it was about time the boy got something good in his life.

Getting over his shock as quickly and as professionally as he was able to, he explained how little he was aware of the details involved in this situation.

"I assure you though that the Creature Liaison service will be willing to work both with you and Wizarding Child Services in order to ascertain the circumstances of the child involved and that we will do everything in our power to ensure his safety." It was a statement that sounded impressive, but also promised very little. Much like anything in politics.

If Harry was in fact a Faerie he would do his level best to get the guardianship transferred from the current adult to a suitable member of his own race. From the rumour mill he had been semi-conscious of the fact that the boy wasn't happy with whoever he was currently living with. But it also meant that he wasn't promising any grand feats of daring do, after all the safety and health of one Harry Potter was of the utmost of importance.

Mr Powell would have to make an appointment to meet with Amelia Bones at some point in the next couple of days. She was a busy woman, but it would have to be done in order to get the ball rolling. The sooner that this could be sorted out the better it was for everyone involved.

It wasn't long after that that the meeting wound to a close. Various other topics were included such as the fact that they wanted to send a particular set of parents to the school to spend time with Harry before the boy made a choice about them. They pencilled in several dates, into their respective diaries, in which they would meet in order to get the Faerie Creature Council set up once more.

Now Nathaniel just had to sort this big mess out and help them fight a possible legal fight with a guardian that didn't seem to be particularly caring of Harry.

Albus Dumbledore was sat at the window of his small house on the south coast in the living room to be exact. Brighton had always been a place where he had felt welcome and safe. The house had been one of the first things that he had bought when his sister had died, wanting to be as far from the memories of that summer as possible.

After extensive searching of his house, the aurors had seized items both muggle and magical from him as well as practically all of the papers in his study. The information had been something that he had refused to part with easily and that was the reason his hands were now sporting a pair of magic dampening bracelets that were keyed into a ward around the house. There was no way that he would be able to leave the house wearing them, even if it weren't for the twenty four hour guard that he was subjected to.

Every second that passed made him more and more angry. Who were they to imprison him, at all, never mind in his own house? Things it seemed were only going from bad to worse, his firm grasp on the wizarding world loosening day by day.

There had been a tie when he would have been able to twinkle his eyes, do a small bit of memory modification and the whole situation would have been over and done with. But it seemed that Rufus had made occlumency a part of the standard training amongst his staff.

His hands were magically tied at the moment, but he would find a way of getting under their guard. Eventually someone would fall for his doddery old Grandpa facade. One he had cultivated with extreme care over the past fifty years. It had meant that he had been able to get away with a number of things that an able bodied man would never have been able to. Looking like a kindly if somewhat eccentric Grandfather also had the merit of people telling you things that they probably shouldn't.

He could hear the boots of the aurors outside the front room squeak as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and it added to his mounting sense of being trapped.

Albus' head was filled with plans, many of them prepared many years ago. It seemed that he would have to fall back to one of the oldest in his collection. One he and Gellert had made that bright summer all those years ago, before everything had fallen apart.

It was time to put into action plan 2.12 also known as Operation Dung beetle and trust his dark night, in order to pull this off.

Breakfast was a busy affair, as it usually was within the walls of the magical school. Ron was yet to see the 'abnormality' as he had taken to calling his former friend. Though Neville, Dean and Seamus seemed much happier than they had recently.

It was unfortunate as Ron had hoped that the waste of space had finally died. Dumbledore had told him exactly what Harry was. A creature, the 'boy' wasn't even human and that was something that he had been brought up to believe was disgusting, not only that but 'he' wasn't even properly a 'he' anymore. His mind wasn't capable of understanding what was going on.

The small group of people who were against creatures, found themselves increasingly isolated within the school. It seemed that there were a great deal more people with creature blood running through their veins than had first been thought. In fact those with a purely human genetic background were very rare. Even the blood purist families often had a drop or two of something within them.

In the beginning it had been fun to bully the students that were going through their inheritances, but Ronald had quickly realised that doing so wasn't particularly in his best interests. A girl from Hufflepuff had beat hi round the head in Herbology because he'd made fun of her girlfriend and he still had the bruises to show for it.

Despite his bravado, at the end of the day, Ron Weasley was a coward. The few times that he had managed to be brave were often fuelled by his lust for money. Something that Dumbledore had provided him plenty of.

Hermione was one of the very few people that still talked to him. Considering that they were boyfriend and girlfriend and love often made people wear rose tinted glasses, this was to be expected. Though she seemed to be pulling away from him more and more lately, which was something that he just couldn't have happen.

His mother had sent him the top up potions (a stronger dose this time) that he needed, now it was just a matter of getting them in her food, without her noticing...

A/n: A bit shorter that usual I know, but I just didn't know what else to do with it.