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Chapter Seven

Explanations and Apparations

"What was that all about?" George asked.
Harry and Max looked wearily at each other.
"Your turn," Max said simply. She sat down in her seat to finish her breakfast.
"Max, are you okay?" Harry asked. He had been hit with the tazer darts before. He also knew that his sister had been hit more than any of them as punishment for the blunders of the rest of the X5's. She had been their leader. Their CO.
"I'm fine," Max said shrugging, "I've been hit so many times that I am pretty much immune to them."
When Uncle Arthur walked into the kitchen, they all reseated themselves around the table. Harry started to tell the story about Manticore. Everyone watched him with interest. Max decided to finish eating and reading her Hogwarts letter.
As Harry was finishing his story, Max dropped her fork on the plate with a loud chink.
Max was just staring at the letter in her hand.
"What is it dear," Aunt Molly asked.
"It's, they- they made the Slytherin prefects. Every one of them has a mother or father that is or was a Death Eater. One last name I don't recognize though. It's interesting though. A fifth year named Lena Ddiler. If you mix up the letters of the last name up, it spells Riddle. Tom's last name is Riddle. That's just weird." Max said.
The whole table was silent. Harry broke the silence with the end of his story and review for their test.
"No way!" Max exclaimed.
"What!" Ron yelled jumping up. He apparently thought that Lydecker was back.
Instead of answering him, Max pulled a mirror out of her pocket. She looked into the mirror and simply stated, "Sirius". A reply came from the tiny mirror, "What's up Max? Did Harry pass? What about Ron and Hermione?"
"They haven't taken it yet. I gave you the time, you should know that. Did you forget how to tell time?" Max asked. "Could there be any chance you have a daughter?"
"What do you mean?" Sirius asked.
"I mean, do you know a woman named Elizabeth? She has an eleven year old daughter who is the only kid on the list without a middle name. Her father's name is here too. I wanted to check something though," Max told him.
"What is the girl's name?" Sirius asked with a mixture of curiosity and seriousness in his voice.
"The child's name is Olivia," Max answered with a marauderish grin on her face. "Olivia Black."
"She said she was just sick. I really should talk to her, but I can't. I'd probably scare her," Sirius said solemnly.
"Calm down. I was talking with her the other day about you. She said she was disappointed that you hadn't gone to see her yet."
"She really said that? Wait a minute. Max. What were you doing there in the first place?" Sirius exclaimed.
"I keep in touch with all of mom and dad's old friends," Max shrugged. "I've got to go though. If we don't leave soon the threesome will be late for their test. Bye!"
"Bye," Sirius said.
"Chop, chop people let's get ready. I'll 'motivate' you Normal's way. We've got to go in ten minutes. Bip, bip, bip people." exclaimed Max.
Harry laughed and started up the stairs. He remembered that he could do magic out of school grounds one landing up. He got out his wand, pointed it at himself, and swished and flicked with the incantation of "Wingardium Leviosa".
Ron watched Harry as he floated past up the stairs. Ron laughed and levitated himself only to drop halfway up the stairs.
Both he and Ron changed into robes. They both had casual robes for the occasion. (Casual robes are any day robes that aren't Hogwarts robes.)
They went into the bathroom to finish getting ready and were both downstairs with time to spare. The girls and the older boys were not done. Harry sat down and started to think about his family.
Voldemort is his grandfather. Harry was pretty sure he was related to Lena. He knew when Max got nervous. She was a soldier and rarely showed any emotions.
Harry was snapped out of his reverie by Max's call for a line in front of the fireplace.
Ginny wished Harry good luck and stepped into the fire. She had disposed of the crush when she had found out that they were cousins.
Harry took his glasses off and stepped into the fire. He only wore them to look more like his father and to throw suspicion off him that neither he nor Max need glasses. Harry stepped into the fire and stated his destination as his dizzying journey through the flu system began.
Harry stepped out of the fire in the Atrium at the Ministry. There were witches and wizards scattered about. They were busy talking. Harry was glad. They would have otherwise wanted to stare at him and Max.
Uncle Arthur walked to the desk with the rest of the group following.
As they walked past the statue, Harry noticed that it had been repaired after all these years.
"Excuse me," Arthur said to the guard at the desk.
"Yes?" the guard grunted.
"We will need, "Uncle Arthur turned to count heads. "Nine visitor's badges and wands weighed."
"We need 8 Uncle Arthur," Max said.
"Okay, 8 then," Uncle Arthur corrected himself, then whispered to Max. "Why 8?"
"You'll see," Max said.
"Sorry. There's something going on upstairs. Nobody passes unless they are on the list." the guard said rudely.
"Can you check for the last name of Weasley?" Uncle Arthur kindly asked though it was evident that he was losing his patience with the man. He checked his watch.
"Nope, not here," the guard said.
"We need to get through. We need to get to the apparition department for our test appointment." Arthur begged.
"No, can do."
"Yes, can do," Max said while rummaging in her pocket. She pulled a card from her left, front pocket. She showed the guard. "Max Potter. Junior Minister in the Auror division."
"You clear, they don't."
"They do, or you lose your job."
"Well said Miss Potter. Your visitors badges. Tell them your name and they will show it. Have a nice day and good luck on your test."
They went into the lift. They were the only ones there.
"Good trick Max," Gred and Forge said.
"No trick," Max said seriously.
"Yeah, right."
"You'll see."
They stepped out of the lift on a floor that Harry recognized.
"We have time," Max said checking her watch. "I'm going to my office to check my mail."
She walked through the Auror department.
"Potter," a gravely voice called.
"Hey Alastor," Max said.
Harry turned. He saw Professor Moody.
"What are you doing?" Moody asked.
"Checking my mail and proving to my family at the same time that I really work here." Max grinned.
"Move along then. Don't show them the training room. Big thing going on in there. You know." He said and hobbled off.
"What thing?" Uncle Arthur asked.
"Classified. Sorry," Max supplied.
Max's office was organized. She had many pictures of family and even some of her and Harry's sibs.
There were shelves and shelves of Dark Detectors. It was a pretty big room.
"Damn it," Max exclaimed. "McDowell!"
"Yes, ma'am," he queried. He was standing at attention. Harry saw Max's internal wince at being addressed like that.
"What happened to my mail?"
"In your in box."
"That's for work to be done not for mail."
An owl soared through into the room. It held a Howler in its beak.
Max took one look at the letter.
"The letter is addressed to either head of the Auror division. Give it to Moody. I don't feel like a headache." Max said. She clearly did this a lot.
"Dismissed McDowell," Max said.
He saluted and left.
"Manticore flashback," Harry whispered so only Max could hear.
"Tell me about it," Max whispered back.
A second later a blood chilling scream rent the air.
Max ran to the sound, drawing her wand. It had been the Howler.
"Remember my last Potter."
"Whatever," Max said into the quiet. "Why don't you come say it to my face instead of hiding through a Howler."
"What was that about Max?" Moody asked.
"Nothing. C'mon your going to be late." Max said and they walked through the department to the Apparation Department.