Hey. How ya all doing?

Me? Yeah, I'm not in the best place right now. Not exactly the worst place possible but just not in a very positive mindset.

I feel like I need to get out of my house a bit. Clear my head.

Anyways, who wants to hear me be all pessimistic. Ugh!

On to the story!

Song for this chapter is 'Black Widow' by Katy Perry.

What?

You thought I was done with Peter?

That I would leave him alone with a new job, an amazing reputation, newfound confidence, 500 galleons monthly incomes and so much more... but some fewer friends?

Cause friendship is magic or something.

Ha! Hate to break it to you people, but this ain't a kids show.

No, you see this was just the beginning (with a bit of personal amusement thrown along cause I just couldn't resist).

Now, comes the main agenda.

It had been two days since the Peter, Lily fight thingy. The Marauders and Lily were understandably upset. The two Aurors and one Professor's conversation had become considerably less boisterous than before, thankfully as I didn't know how much longer I could bear having to laugh at the stupidest of jokes.

"Tapetum," I said, facing the wall which slowly morphed into a chimney.

I walked into the floo and quickly enunciated, "Atrium, British Ministry of Magic."

As the flurry of green fire died down, I stepped out. My feet hitting the shiny black marble floor. A container rested next to the floor I had stepped out of, a handful of visitor batches in it. I picked one up and pinned it to my cloak, much as I had done the last time.

A sense of deja-vu went through me as I passed the security check with my hair and eyes back to their brown state and my height shorter. I was even wearing the same things and carrying the same bag I had with me the last time I had visited the ministry.

This time though I didn't head straight for the elevators.

Instead, I moved to the farthest corner of the room where there was a thinner crowd and ducked into an alcove, pressing myself into the shadows.

"Illusiont," I said, waving my wand around myself as if tying myself with ropes.

I shivered as I felt like a raw egg had been broken over my head. I felt the tips of my fingers tremble from the soft buzz of the magic. I looked down and saw the black of my cloak fading away, merging with the cream wall behind. I brought my hand up and, except for the faintest shimmer of movement, I could barely distinguish it from the floor below.

I walked out of the alcove, making sure I didn't bump into anyone, fiddling with the strap of my now-disillusioned bag.

I then headed towards a metal gate a few doors to the left of the elevators. It was open for anyone to pass through but most people ignored it.

I stepped in to be met with a flight of staircases.

Nobody used the stairs in the ministry anymore, preferring to use the elevators as in most places, unless it was to reach Level 10.

I jogged down the stairs passing each level marked with a plaque like the ones you would find at a metro station.

After about fifteen minutes, I reached the level I was looking for, out of breath and just glad that I had to walk downstairs and not upstairs. How I was able to walk past these many stairs, or sometimes even more, at Hogwarts in my youth is a mystery to my present self.

I walked towards the metal gates, walking past the plaque that read-

Level 2: Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters and Wizengamot Administration Services.

Stepping out I walked down the corridor which was quite similar to the one on Level 4. Passing several doors, plenty of hallways and other winding corridors.

It was in one of these corridors that I turned, walking past a group of Aurors who were happily chatting away.

I walked to the very end of the corridor reaching a door.

I waved my wand, casting a nonverbal 'Muffliato' behind me, before turning the knob of the door and walking in.

The room, marking a sharp contrast to Umbridge's office, was sophisticated and professional, filled with files and books accompanied by a desk and chair. The only personalised things in the room were some degrees hanging on the back wall and a picture frame on the desk of a young redhead and a woman.

The woman in question was sitting on the desk right in front of me with short curly blonde and blue eyes. She wore the formal black robes along with a witch's hat. She gave off a feeling much like Martha did, all businesslike and serious, except she also had a leaderlike aura to her.

She looked up when I entered the door and frowned upon not seeing anyone in the way. The door closing on its own didn't quell her shock either.

I raised my wand and saw her eyes slightly catch on the shift of my hand for a moment before unfocusing again.

I waved my wand, much like I had done while applying the charm, and let the disillusionment drop.

The woman immediately stood up from her seat, taking her wand out and pointing it at me.

Upon realising that I wasn't about to attack anyone, her shock turned to aggravation.

"Who let you in? No one is allowed to come in without an appointment," she started, tucking her wand into her pocket, moving towards the door muttering, "Those good for nothing Aurors," along the way.

I stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

She just looked at me irritatedly, as if I were an annoying fly that she wanted to swat away.

"Madame Bones," I nodded respectfully towards the woman pulling my bag off my shoulder and unzipping it, "I apologise for the intrusion but there is something I needed to tell you. And it's urgent... as the breaking and entering might suggest."

"Well, I don't want to hear it. Submit a verbatim to the front desk like everyone else," she then looked past my shoulder shouting, "Aurors! AURORS!"

"We all know how long it takes for cases to reach from the front desk to the departments, ma'am," I said ignoring Amelia who was screaming for Aurors, "Oh, by the way- I've cast Muffliato on the door, they can't hear you."

I finally pulled out the file I was looking for in my bag, holding it out in front of me.

"Here."

She pushed it to the side, reaching inside her pocket for her wand again, probably to undo the muffling charm.

"Madame Bones," I said again holding the file out again. She ignored me. "Madame Bones," I said this time in exasperation. She pulled out her wand pointing it at the door.

Realising I had no other choice I raised my wand. "Expelliarmus."

The years of working as a Law Enforcer had given her enough experience that the wand didn't fly out her hand, but it did make her loosen her grip.

"Accio wand," I said and the wand this time soared out of her hands and into mines. I quickly tucked it into my pocket, so that Amelia didn't have a chance to grab it.

She looked at me with a livid expression. If looks could kill then I would have been six feet under, partying with Hades in the underworld.

"Apologies ma'am, but you'll want to read this," I took a step forward holding the file again, "Just one page, that's all I'm asking for. If you still wish to not be involved after that then I'll walk out and you'll never have to see my face again."

Amelia continued glaring at me, but the part where I talked about willingly leaving the room seemed to peak her attention.

How flattering.

She snatched the file out of my hand, with a disgruntled sound, flipping it open rather aggressively.

She started reading it, her eyes scanning the page with a quickness that could only be identified in a reader.

The glare from her faces melted as she scanned the first page of the file. I watched with satisfaction as she flipped the page over, reading the second page.

She went through the whole file in record time, soaking in all the information like a sponge.

She shut the file close once she was finished with it and didn't waste time moving towards her desk, grabbing a piece of parchment and a quill. She scribbled on it a short note, the sound of the quill scratching against parchment giving away the urgency she was expressing through her words.

"My wand," she said not even looking up from her desk as she finished with her letter, folding it into an aeroplane.

I pulled the course wood out from my pocket and handed it to her.

She snatched it away and walked briskly towards the window in the corner of her room. She murmured a charm on the paper and swished her wand in unison, charming it to her will. I watched the plane float up from her hand defying the laws of gravity. Once it had reached a sufficient height, it dived nose down, out of the window and out of our sights.

Amelia then turned back towards me. Still processing all the information that had just been handed to her on a silver platter.

She moved towards her desk, picking up the file and holding it as if she were showing me a card.

"How did you-" she paused, a sparkle of glee appearing in the depths of her eyes, "I've been trying for years! Wh- how-"

I chuckled, interrupting her from her stutters.

"I have my sources," was all I bothered replying with.

Can we all just agree that quills are utterly useless and the wizarding world should move towards pens, or at least pencils? Cause there is no reason not to! It's not like pens work on electricity and will go haywire near magic.

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