CHAPTER 21: A NEW BEGINNING

So try as I might, I simply couldn't figure out a way to realistically show all three of Harry's presentations for his masteries, which is why the first part of the chapter seems to go so quick. After that, if you'll notice it seems to slow down, and that's on purpose. This chapter is supposed to show most if not all of Harry's summer activities and unless I wanted a chapter longer than the rest of the story, some things simply had to be cut.

June 22nd, 1992

Harry sat on the train riding back to London thinking of how his life, and mission, had drastically changed in the last year, or more particularly, the last month. After they had rescued Dumbledore, the ICW had only reported to the public that Grindelwald had escaped from Nuremburg. And since the Flamels weren't around to dispute it, he had secretly "bequeathed" a vial of the elixir of life to the real Dumbledore, along with a strong compulsion to drink it. Dumbledore had done so and had thus been given back his near half a century that Grindelwald had stolen from him. Although no one knew how he'd found out, Snape had tendered his resignation to McGonagall the same day that Dumbledore escaped and hadn't been seen or hear from since.

He'd also announced to the world that Voldemort was alive, and their efforts in stopping him had caused Harry and his friends to each receive Order of Merlin's First Class, despite Harry's protests. After that the school year had relatively settled down with Dumbledore announcing that in the coming year, a number of changes would be coming to Hogwarts.

A punch brought him out of his musings and he winced turning to look at an irritated Daphne. "Welcome back to Earth Harry. I've been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes."

"I'm sorry Daph. What did you say?"

"I said, when do you go to Italy to get your Masteries?"

"We leave tomorrow. And I'll open The Sanctuary and Merlin's cove next week on the 1st." Daphne looked thoughtful. "Do you think that it'd be alright if I came with you to Italy?"

"I don't have a problem with it Daphne." Then, seeing the look on Alex's face, he quickly added, "You're more than welcome to join us as well Alex. What about you Hermione? Or you Neville?"

"I'm spending the first few weeks of Summer on vacation with my parents. I think we're going to France this year, otherwise I'd love to come. I've always wanted to see Rome, and even more so after having learned about the magical world. I'm sure that the magical shopping district in Rome is amazing. Did you know that the Romans were the first ones to create and use Muggle Repelling Wards? It's actually pretty fascinating." Harry chuckled at Hermione's red face by the time she had finished saying all that. "Breathe 'Mione. Breathe. Remember, that thing you did when Professor Flitwick gave us permission to do the yearbook?" they all chuckled at the put upon expression on her face before Neville spoke next.

"I'm not sure I will be able to. My gran said something about doing some more training this summer."

"Well, remember to keep up with your physical training as well." After Neville nodded, they sat in silence for a moment. "Anybody want to play a game of exploding snap?" Neville asked after a minute. The rest of the train ride was spent trying to keep their fingers from exploding. For the first time in Harry's two lifetimes, his train ride wasn't disturbed by Malfoy.

James Potter waited as the Hogwarts Express pulled into the station. The last year had been filled with changes in his life, from his son suddenly fixing his magic, to the realization that his son was quite the genius. He had an amazing sense of business and a level of maturity that frankly astounded James. And the world knew it. In just two days his son would become the youngest ever Master of Potions, Ancient Runes and Defense Against the Dark Arts. By doing that he would also become the youngest ever to hold multiple Masteries. Although, he could without having to deal with the press. But that wasn't the only changes. His eleven year old son often seemed to have the maturity of someone twice or even three times his age, and when he thought no one was looking his eyes occasionally took on a haunted look that he had seen in many Auror veterans who had lost close friends or seen one to many battles. It made him think that his son wasn't quite what he appeared to be. His wife, bless her, did not see it.

Lost within his thoughts, James didn't notice that the station was filled parents attempting to find their children and said children were talking loudly with their friends until someone bumped into him. Having been roused from his thoughts, he began to look for his son and his friends, and after a minute James spotted his son standing in the corner near the gate. Catching Mr. Granger's eye, James motioned over to where his son was standing with his two fiancé's as well as his God-brother and Hermione. "Uncle Prongs, where's my dad?" Alex asked as soon as she saw James.

"He's waiting with the rest of the family at Potter Manor. He unfortunately couldn't get away from a meeting with various department heads until just a few minutes ago and decided against trying to fight through the number of people here after dealing with 'insufferable pompous fools' for the entire morning." At that David and Emma both looked at James with the obvious question going unasked. "Both Alex's father, Daphne's father, and myself, and Harry as well as Neville, are Lords of Most Ancient and Noble Houses. Sirius is both a Viscount and a Baron whilst I am an Earl and a Viscount, Daphne's father holds I believe an Earldom and a Barony, and Harry is the Marquis of Godricston, Earl of Herefordshire, and Viscount of Abengale. Neville is also the Lord of the House of Longbottom and I believe he too is both a Viscount and an Earl." The last was directed at Neville who nodded, and both elder Granger's jaws dropped. Their daughter was friends with perhaps the closest thing they would ever see to royalty. "Between all of us, we hold a total of 81 votes, and while we don't always agree on everything, our voting Bloc is currently the most powerful. There are a couple of other houses whom we are allied including the house of Bones. Amelia Bones is the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the current Regent of the House of Bones who's Neice is the Heir Apparent. They hold an Earldom and a Barony which adds 10 votes to our Bloc, with which on a good day we tend to represent close to half of the voting power of the Wizengamot, the magical version of Parliament. Therefore, our opinion and approval on any laws that the Ministry wants passed means that we are typically very busy-which reminds me Harry, the next round of budget request is due for a final vote in two weeks and as per the charter, you need to be there during at least that session. Also I believe Cornelius wants to meet with you again after we get back from Italy. Amelia and Alastor also want a meeting with you."

"It never stops does it Dad?" Harry mock-groaned to his father, however his friends knew something of the fact that he wanted to revolutionize their world and could see the hidden joy within him at the fact that not only was he one of the most powerful members of the Wizengamot politically, he was also on a first name basis with some of the most influential people in their society. Dan and Emma just looked incredibly confused and overwhelmed which caused James and Harry both to let out a short laugh. "I don't understand how two school boys could have so much power or be on a first name basis with your version of the Prime Minister." Dan finally said after a minute.

"Well, I believe that we have a rather good looking 'Welcome Home' Dinner waiting for us. Dan, Emma, Hermione, you are all more than welcome to join us and I'm sure that we can answer some the questions you have about the differences in our worlds."

"I think we'll do that." Emma said after sharing a brief look with both her daughter and her husband. "We didn't bring our car so how are we all supposed to get there?"

"We'll use the floo. Over here." At that the group gathered up their belongings, and off they went to Potter Manor.

June 23rd, 1992

Harry woke up early as was his habit, and after his morning workout, he made breakfast for his family and the Grangers, who'd ended up staying the night. Soon the smell of breakfast had all the Potter's and Grangers plus Daphne and Alex, who would be going with them to Italy, coming down the stairs. After a few more minutes, Harry placed the last Pancake on the table and they all sat down to enjoy their breakfast. Before Harry knew it his father was pushing back his plate and said, "Well, we've got an hour and a half to get to the Ministry for our Portkey to Italy. Dan, Emma, I'll apparate you to your house if you'd like. The rest of you need to be back down here in an hour." That caused James to have to explain what exactly apparation was, and what a portkey was, and Hermione quickly filled her parent in on why they were going to Italy. Meanwhile the rest of the family made their way upstairs to get their trunks that the elves had packed last night and shower. In Harry's case, he sat in his room reviewing what he was going to say to the different committee's. After an hour he made his way back downstairs where he calmly sat talking to his two fiance's before the rest of the family came back down. Once everyone was gathered they floo'd to the Ministry before making their way to the International Travel Office where James picked up their Portkey and at exactly 10 o'clock, they disappeared from Britain.

After landing at the Italian Ministry they quickly checked in, registered their wands, and then made their way to their hotel. After checking in they spent the rest of the day talking with each other and having a good time. They'd made plans to go see the Roman Coliseum the first day after Harry finished his third presentation. Harry in particular enjoyed the feeling of Alex and Daphne pressed up against him as they watched t.v. together on the couch. It was nearly eleven when James sent the three preteens to bed, pretending he didn't see it when Daphne and Alex each kissed Harry's cheeks before he did the same. After he made sure that Harry was in his own bedroom he crawled into bed with his wife.

June 24th, 1992

Harry sat in the waiting area of the ICW Presentation room. Today he was presenting his cure for Lycanthropy, this afternoon he would present his runic array, and then finally he would present the Encyclopedia of Defense tomorrow morning. While on the outside he was the picture perfect version of calm, inside he was a mess. Daphne and Alex had each taken him aside this morning to wish him good luck. A good luck that included his first real kiss with either. While neither had lasted very long Harry had, on both occasions, been left stupefied and the girls had walked back into the main room extraordinarily pleased with themselves.

"Lord Peverell-Daniels, they are ready for you." Harry nodded and stood up. Was the next step in his plans to change the wizarding world. He could only hope that the Potions Master's Committee was more open minded then the purebloods and didn't dismiss him because of his age. Entering the room, he looked over and saw the panel of five. "Good Morning Master Potioneers."

The one in the middle, the leader of the Committee, simply nodded back to him before motioning for him to get on with it. "Since nearly two thousand years ago, when the Roman empire was at it's height, our society has been plagued with the curse of Lycanthropy. And for as long as it's been around, Healer's, Potioneer's, and more have all failed to eradicate the source of the curse. The typical approach in the past has been to attempt to 'kill' the genes that carry the curse. When I first began to look for a cure, I too fell into this trap. But then I realized something. The curse simply cannot be killed. With that knowledge I sought to do a little more research and try a new approach. The curse at it's core, it simply a bastardized version of the animagus. So I sought not to kill the curse, but alter it's basic function. Instead of trying to remove the curse, I changed the way it affected those inflicted with it. Through combining the core aspects of the Animagus revealing potion, as well as wolfsbane, combined with a concoction of my own, I was able to change the curse's basic function. Instead of killing the Lycanthropy gene, I simply changed it to that of an Animagus. Twenty five people who were inflicted with Lycanthropy have taken the potion. None have shown any of they typical symptoms of the curse. They hold no reaction to silver, they do not transform on the full moon, and they have the complete ability to transform into a wolf animagus at any time with full control of their actions. Their bite no longer is infectious, and they have the same abilities as any other animagus." The five Master's looked shocked for a minute before one of them began to grin. "I hope you have proof of these claims Lord Peverell-Daniels."

"Yes I do Master Slughorn. Provided in the files that each of you were given is sworn affidavits, the effects, cost, and trial results from the twenty five cured."

"Please excuse us a minute whilst we discuss what we have heard thus far." Slughorn, the Chairman of the Committee said. "Of course Master Slughorn." A silencing ward went up and Harry stood patiently waiting. Contrary to popular belief, the process of determining if one would receive their Master's degree was not a long one. It typically only took a few hours at most as the Master's on the Council were some the most respected and knowledgeable in their arts. Therefore they had an ability to tell based of the information or examples provided whether or not a prospects presentation was truthful, and if it did what they said it would, or in the cases of some, it allowed them to know enough said prospect was knowledgeable enough to receive a Mastery. What typically took so long was the process to come before a master's council. It took, depending on the subject, three to five years of apprenticeship. Potions and Runes were the only two that one could realistically fast-track to the Master's on. Defense Against the Dark Arts was actually a misnomer. Since it was the ICW that gave the masteries, and each country had a different definition of what was defined as a Dark Art. Britain was the most strict in the world, which was also why it had seen so few Defense Masteries in the last fifty years. Harry, if he was successful in receiving said mastery, would become the third person in recent British History to hold such a Mastery. Dumbledore and Moody were the other two.

Harry was only waiting of all thirty minutes before the silencing ward came down. "Lord Peverell-Daniels, we have reviewed the information, and the potion you have supplied us with and it is the opinion of this committee that the results are accurate and that you have successfully created a potion of world changing magnitude. It is therefore our pleasure to award you the Title of Master of Potions and welcome you into the Potions Master's Guild. Congratulation Master Potter, and we look forward to seeing the future potions that you create. We have your certificate of completion of a Mastery, and you'll Potions Master License will be owled to you by the end of the week." Harry shook the hands of the Committee members, received his certificate from Slughorn, posed for a photograph, and then made his way into the waiting area where his family was waiting.

"Well?" Lily demanded as soon as she saw him. In response he grinned widely and showed her his Potion Master's Certificate. Everyone crowded around him each trying to offer him their congratulations. "Alright let the boy breathe guys." James said laughing as he then pulled his son in for a hug as well. Daphne and Alex each grabbed a hand as soon as James let go. "Well, all those nerves have made me hungry. Who else is hungry?" Alex said after a minute with an impish grin. "Oh you were attempting to become the youngest Potions Master in history? I didn't know that." Harry deadpanned. "Well, unlike some people, I don't advertise my achievements in the Dailey Prophet." Alex also deadpanned, causing everyone else to laugh. The rest of the morning was spent walking along the Tibet river after an early Lunch. As Harry had to present his runic array at two, they made their way back to the ICW building his mind going a mile a minute. Somehow, he figured, things would work out.

The rest of the groups week in Italy went by fast and before Harry knew it, it was time to return home. Since their first kiss the day he had received his Runes and Potions Masteries, Harry, Alex, and Daphne had not shared another kiss although both girls had confided in him that they had enjoyed it and to expect plenty more where that came from over the next few weeks.

"Harry, it's time to go." Daphne said as she entered his room. Harry nodded, gathered his trunk, and followed her into the living room. Thankfully they would be portkeying to a private arrival room since Harry was supposed to be opening Merlin's Cove tomorrow morning, and the Sanctuary tomorrow afternoon, and it was well known that they would be returning today. And with it also being well known that Harry would be seeking his Masteries in three separate subjects this week, the press had been dogging the Minister about their return plans. Cornelius however was well used to dealing with the press and understood that none of them wanted to deal with them immediately after returning. After all, for good or ill, the rest of his family needed to be informed before the Prophet was.

Soon everyone had arrived at the Ministry before making their way towards Potter Manor where the rest of the family eagerly awaited the news. As soon as he saw him, Sirius jumped up. "Well? Did you do it?"

"I'm said to say Padfoot… that I received all three of the Masteries!" Sirius screamed yes before bear hugging Harry who was laughing at the look on his face. Remus just calmly came and gave him a hug with a heartfelt pat on the back and a congratulations.

"So what's your next move now?" He asked once everyone had calmed down. "Well, tomorrow morning I open Merlin's Cove and at one the Sanctuary will also open. After that I need to speak with my account manager, make sure that with all this money I've been spending that I'm still making some more money each month. Then there is the Wizengamot meeting and after that I plan to enjoy the rest of my summer vacation."

"Well, if anyone has earned one than you most certainly have. I mean, three masteries before you even turn twelve. I mean, testing out of some of your classes before your first year ended was impressive enough, but you had to go and become the youngest person ever to receive a Mastery in any subject much less three of the hardest to receive a Mastery in."

Harry blushed at the praise from Sirius. "Thanks Sirius." Harry smiled at his family. Everyone in this world that he cared about was here. From Neville to Hermione to his girls and all of their respective immediate family. All of them were here to celebrate an achievement that he was extremely proud of. Granted he'd only been able to do it because he wasn't actually only eleven going on twelve but only he knew that and would ever know it to everyone else he was simply an eleven year old with incredible talent and an amazing amount of power. He only wished that he could at least tell Alex and Daphne.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts Harry spent the rest of the day celebrating with his friends and family. They laughed ate, and had a good time before Harry kissed both Alex and Daphne on the cheek as they floo'd back home with their respective families before retiring to his bedroom to read a book on something that Harry was interested in.

Because different nations had different definitions of the Dark Arts, one could actually receive a separate Mastery if they displayed enough knowledge and skill. Although it's not actually so much a mastery as it is a title or rather, a group. The Combat Mages.

Out every certification that was possible to receive, the Combat Mage certification was the hardest. Just to qualify to go undergo the trials one had to have at least two other masteries, and a letter of recommendation from a combat mage. There are no exceptions and only 250 were allowed to exist at a time. Qualifying as a Combat Mage automatically granted one a Mastery in Defense, Charms, and Transfiguration as well as a Mastery that not many people knew existed-Offensive Magic.

There were varying levels to benefits to being a combat mage. It meant that one answered directly to the ICW and was basically equivalent to being the Head of the D.M.L.E. or each countries version. In times of international or national emergency a Combat Mage could take over as head of those forces. They were the elite. If Special Air Service were the elite Special Force of the Muggle World, then the Combat Mages were the magical worlds equivalent. The last time a combat mage had gone rogue it had taken nearly 100 Aurors to bring him down. None of them had survived the battle.

The next step after achieving the Combat Mage Certification was to become a Combat Warlock, of which there were only every 15 at a time. It was a life-time appointment. The requirements to even qualify for the trial were so outrageous that only 1 out of every 100 Combat Mages even qualify. And you didn't pass the Trial for Combat Warlock. You either survived or failed and died. Only three times in the last 400 years had there ever been more than one to survive them. On those rare occasions a duel to the death was performed to decide who would be the next Combat Warlock.

And if the Combat Mages were like the SAS to street cops, then the Combat Warlocks made them look like newborns. They were the ones called to deal with things like Basilisk, or other XXXXX creatures. As far as Harry knew, no one had ever successfully killed a Combat Warlock.

Combat Mages were the unofficial official armed forces of the ICW. While in times of Crisis they could command its members to provide Aurors, the only standing force that they had were the Combat Mages.

Marking his page, Harry sat the book down and decided to go to bed. Tomorrow would be a long day after all.

July 1st, 1992

Harry woke up ready for the day. For months now he had been waiting for this day. The chance to truly bring the Magical World into the modern century. He just hoped that he could do it without losing every tradition that they held dear. Some things needed to change. The magical world needed the muggle-borns. But the issue that many purebloods had with muggleborns was that they came into the magical world expecting it to be exactly like the muggle one and thought aspects of it were barbaric. That just couldn't be allowed either. Their traditions had held them together as a society right up until Voldemort. He was the first truly homegrown terrorist that Magical Britain had ever had to deal with on their own shores. Every other wannabe Dark Lord had been easily handled by the Aurors. What had made Voldemort so successful was that he didn't fight in normal warfare like others had. He fought in the shadows and through assassination. He'd been able to gather so many followers because people were tired of losing their traditions. Something that Dumbledore had already promised to reverse at Hogwarts. Hogwarts would take time, and most importantly, money to fix. Something that Harry was going to use the stone to help with. He was also going to push for more research into muggle-borns. While he was all for allowing them, and indeed using their inventions when it made life easier, he was also well aware that for each Muggleborn brought into the magical world, and with technology growing greater and greater, the risk for discovery was even higher. That meant that they, as a society, couldn't afford to have their young uneducated about the way of the muggle world.

"Harry? If you're up you need to come eat something so we can go to Hogsmeade." A voice floated up the stairs towards his room. "I'm coming!" Resolving to think on this more later, Harry got out of bed and made his way down the stairs.

A quick breakfast later followed by an ever quicker shower, Harry was once more downstairs ready to go and change the wizarding world once more. Five minutes later Harry stood outside the gates of Merlin's Cove as Witches, Wizards and their children began to line up. "Harry! It's great to see you again!" The sound of that voice in Harry's old world would have had him cringing, in this one, it simply brought a smile to his face. "Cornelius, so glad you could make it." Harry turned and gladly took the offered hand that the Minister gave him. Both of them ignored the flashing camera of the press who were here already. "Do you think that you might have a bit of time to discuss something with me? Concerning what we talked about earlier in the year?" the Minister asked him criptically.

"Of course. I have to be here for at least the first hour after I open the Cove, and then I also have the Sanctuary to open later at one. So would three this afternoon work? I won't have anything else to do for the day so we should be free to take however long we need to."

"Three will work. Shall I meet you at Potter Manor, or would you rather come to the Ministry?"

"I think it might be better if you came to Potter Manor."

"Very well, I shall see you again at three if I don't manage to make it to the opening of the Sanctuary. I'll take no more of your time as it's late and nearly time for you to open the Cove."

"Thank you. I'll see you again this afternoon." Harry and Cornelius shook hands once more before Harry made his way to the top of the small platform that had been made for him, while the Minister made his way into the crowd.

"Thank you all for coming. I'll just say a few quick words, take a couple of questions, and then we'll get to the real reason we are all here.

"As many of you know, when I was a baby, I was misdiagnosed as a squib due to a rare condition that caused my magical core to turn on itself. What many of you don't know is that in fear of my parents rejecting me-a baseless fear as it turns out- I sought ways to survive outside of my family. On one of my trips into the muggle world I saw something. A place where kids of all ages, and parents of those kids were able to go and have fun, free from the burdens of the world. When I underwent the procedure to fix my core, and realized that I could in fact stay in this world, I decided to bring that place of joy with me. And so the idea for Merlin's Cove was born. I wanted a place where kids could go be kids, and parents could forget about the worries of the world, even if just for a few hours. And so this amusement park that you see before you was born out of that dream. It is purposely designed to be fun and relaxing to Witches and Wizards of all ages, not just children.

"Now as I said I'll just say a few words, and that'll be that. I'll take a few questions now." Harry randomly pointed at an elaborately dressed witch. "Janet Frazier with International Daily, Lord Peverell-Daniels, you recently went before three Master's councils. Have you received the results yet?"

"Janet, May I call you Janet?" Without waiting for a nod Harry continued. "I'll be releasing a press statement sometime this week with those results, until then I will confirm neither my success or failure to whichever the case might be. I will also not answer any further questions on the subject until I release that information. Next question." And so Harry ended up spending an hour talking with the press before he finally said enough is enough.

"Alright, that'll be it. No more questions for now. Now, I believe the time has come to open this place up so without further adieu," here Harry pulled out his wand and cast a light severing charm at the ribbon that held the gates tied shut. "I now declare Merlin's Cove is open for business." Applause met his statement and he grinned as he watched families go rushing in. The next hour passed by for him rather quickly and before he was aware of it, it was time for him to go and open the Sanctuary. Since he had already answered a lot of questions that morning, he kept the questions prior to opening the gates short. Around two thirty he found himself once more in Potter Manor waiting for the Minister and Amelia to arrive. He was going to surprise them with their other guest. Dumbledore. Soon enough his three guest had arrived and James led them to his study.

"So Minister, you requested the meeting. Perhaps you should start."

"Very well. Since our last discussion, I've had Franklin combing the records with a fine tooth comb, looking for anything that could help us now, rather than long term. He found twenty eight million galleons in unobligated funding that has since expired-which means it can't be used by the various departments that it was originally appropriated to. The reason that we haven't found this money before now was because when the Wizengamot passes an appropriation bill it includes a one year carryover. After that year, the unspent money from the various departments becomes expired and cannot be spent by those departments. Therefore Gringotts removes that money from those accounts and deposits them into a separate account. It is apparently the job of the Chief Financial Officer to inform the Minister of the account, but someone along the way didn't."

"Even still, shouldn't Gringotts have sent you an annual report on the status of the account?"

"Apparently Franklin never saw them, or they were lost in the shuffle. I've already inquired with Gringotts about it though. I've only been Minister since 1990, so we should have had the one from last year and then one that's due at the end of the month. We're going to wait until the end of the month when the next carryover expires to pull that money back in."

"So what does this do for the overall budget?"

"It means we can do two things. Keep the budget at about the same amount for next year, or we can increase spending for the needed departments. Not many people are aware, but the Department of Mysteries isn't only about research. That's just their public face. Sure they actually do research as well but most of their budget is actually for Intelligence and our own version of the SAS only by far more secret. No one knows of their existence, except the members, the head of the department, and the Minister. And know you four as well."

"And let me guess, you'd like to use the extra funds to cover some of the debt cost over a period of time so as to cut how much is appropriated for debt spending by the Wizengamot, thereby freeing up funding for those teams?" Harry asked having a good idea of what the Minister was asking.

Cornelius grinned and nodded. "With Grindelwald out there, and by your own words Voldemort still being out there even with Amelia shoring up our Auror Corps, we're still going to need them. Like I said they also provide intelligence."

The group went silent as they pondered what Cornelius had said. "I think we should do that. Unless I'm mistaken the budget for Fiscal Year 1992 was around 18 million galleons which is a record low. It's less than a fourth of the budget right after the Great War. That was the point in which the Ministry was the strongest. From the records we could find, even though the annual budget was only eighty million galleons-well what would be eighty million today- taxes during and for three years after the war brought in around hundred million."

"From what I remember of that time we paying about fifteen percent in taxes. The massive amount of Aurors, and the need for war supplies meant that nearly everyone could easily find employment of some kind right out of Hogwarts."

"Now days Muggleborns find it extremely hard to get gainful employment, causing many of them to return to the Muggle world which means less taxpayers for Magical Britain."

"Part of that is the extreme restrictions that the Purebloods managed to get passed during the Dark War. The other part of that is that with the ministry budget so low each year and the purebloods in control of the government they have been able to keep Muggleborns from getting jobs in the Ministry."

"Something that we're planning on changing." Harry said causing all of the group to look at him. "I'm planning on putting together a bill that if it passes will prohibit all departments of the Ministry from hiring based on blood status. I'm also working a bill that I hope to have ready to present to the full Wizengamot that prohibits employers from not hiring those who have been formerly afflicted with Lycanthropy. Of course that's after the cure is announced tomorrow at my press conference."

"That's… actually really smart. Why didn't I think of that?" James looked thoughtful. "Both are passable right now. With the news that Grindelwald is out there once more, even the Traditionalist are smart enough to realize we don't have the power to stop him if he starts trying to rebuild his army. They won't fight a bill right now that ups the Ministry's manpower."

"Especially since this coming term at Hogwarts will be much different to what any of them experienced. I'm bringing back all the classes that Grindelwald got rid of. I'm also doing a complete overhaul of the school and it's facilities. It's going to cost a lot of money but I'm hoping that my changes will encourage more parents to send their kids to Hogwarts instead of one of the other schools."

"I can help with that. Part of the funding bill removes all funding from the Ministry Schools. If you balance out the tuition cost at Hogwarts then more muggleborns will attend. Especially if the Ministry provides funding for those disadvantaged Muggleborns."

"That's actually something I wanted to bring up." Harry cut in. "I don't think that muggleborns are actually muggleborn. I think they are the generations removed children of squibs. Before families started kicking squibs out, there was almost no magicals born to those of non magical blood. What if in the funding bill, we include Inheritance tests for all incoming Muggleborns and those still in the magical world?"

"That-could work. It would revive a lot of Ancient Houses that have long been thought extinct. That would certainly put a lot more money in circulation-thereby increases tax revenue."

"Not only that but with one of the classes I'm planning on bringing back-and making mandatory for all students-Wizarding Tradition and Culture- it will appease some of the more moderate traditionalist enough that they might actually acknowledge the muggleborns that are a part of their house."

Harry grinned as he looked around at the people in the study. It was long past time to change the wizarding world and include those of muggle descent. Cornelius looked giddy at thought of how quickly his dreams for a unified Magical Britain were coming. The group continued their discussion until Lily came up to inform them that dinner was done. James offered each of them to stay for dinner and, gladly accepting, their conversations turned to less political, but no less important topics.

So this chapter had a lot of dialogue in it, and that was on purpose. One cannot change their society without a lot of discussion. I've also decided that I will continue this work in pieces, while working on another story that has captured my imagination. I've tied a lot of what will be the main focus of that story into this one to see how the reaction is to it. A traditionalist Harry who is still 100% accepting of Muggleborns and simply wants them to embrace their new world. What do you think of that? I've also changed the rating to T as I figure I will end this story before it starts getting into Mature themes such as extreme violence and suggestive content. You'll find all that in the sequel I will do. The rest of this story will definitely take a more political turn as Harry shifts focus from Hogwarts to the rest of the Wizarding World. I've got some surprises along that front planned for the next chapter. This story will run right up to the end of Harry's third year and the rest will be covered in the as of yet unnamed sequel that I will do. Since Fourth year is when Voldemort returns ending one chapter of Harry's life right before it seems fitting. Discussion for another time. I can't give away all my plans for this series now can I?