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After dinner, Harry found himself back in a sitting room near his and Susan's bedrooms with Tonks, Susan, and Madam Bones.

Madam Bones waited for everyone to become situated, and for a House Elf to bring drinks. "To start, I found a great deal of disturbing information while researching your situation today. The first of which began nearly fifteen years ago with your Aunt and Uncle becoming your legal guardians. After going over the ministry's file on you this morning, I requested the information from the Muggle Ministry as well as your primary school. I was quite surprised to find that according to the Muggle ministry you have never existed. While this is common for older pureblooded families, that you have lived in the Muggle world fully for ten years and at least partially for five more with out legal complications is remarkable. The Department of Muggle Relations normally takes care of all legal documents and records involving the Muggle government for families that live or wish to live even partially in the Muggle world. After going through all available records I have found no mention of the Dursley's gaining your legal guardianship or any record of a request from them for your guardianship."

"That's probably because they didn't." Harry said, interrupting her.

"Pardon?"

"I don't know everything, but from all the yelling they did over the years I know that they didn't want me or go out of their way to get me, I was left on their doorstep one night with a note."

"Indeed. That is rather distressing to learn though not unexpected when considering what you showed us early this morning. While it is horrible that events occurred as they did, it does make handling your situation legally easier for us now. As the Dursley's have never been your legal guardian's, there is no legal premise for you to return to them. According to your parent's will, and the paper worked at the ministry supports this, your godfather became your legal guardian. Since Mr. Black was never found guilty of any crimes, as he was not giving a trial, he remained your guardian regardless of his illegal incarceration. With his passing you no longer have a legal guardian and, under the current circumstances, it should not be difficult to have you be legally considered an adult."

"Unfortunately, while I believe you and the story you told us this morning, a Pensieve memory can not be counted as fact due to the possibility of memory altering spells. Instead of using a Pensieve and Veritaserum to verify that what you have shown us is in-fact true, an ancient device called a Staour af Sjón, though it's more commonly referred to as the room of visions, will be used."

"I would first like to state that you are in no way being investigated for any wrongdoing, and nothing seen in your memories will be used to bring about any legal charges against you or your friends. That being said I would also like to apologize in advance for requiring you to go through this."

"The most noticeable difference between The Room of Visions and a Pensieve is that this device can determine whether a memory is real or a fake; even in situations where the person does not know it was false, such as having your memory altered. It accomplishes this by latching on to emotions and small details from each memory in question and then finding other memories with the same details or emotions from your past. This process is done a great many times; creating a complex web of connections between your memories that even the most skilled Witch or Wizard could not create. Another large difference between this and a Pensieve is that you, and all who are in the room with you, will feel everything you felt, emotional or physical, and hear every thought you had.

Harry failed to stifle a groan when he heard that last part; he did not like the sound of reliving everything at all.

Madam Bones heard his groan and a look of sympathy crossed her face, "I am sorry to say that there is one last part which you will not enjoy hearing about Mr. Potter. You will have to relive all the memories you showed me last night; and many others that you will not be able to choose in front of a group of witnesses. I know that this is a great invasion of your privacy and I have kept the amount of witnesses to a bare minimum. Only seven people, including you, Auror Tonks, and myself, will be present. They will be; Rill Hunzinger, Senior Auror for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Charles Croaker, Head Unspeakable for the Department of Mysteries; Gilbert Pressau, Director of the Department of Mysteries; and Zhiv Al'Meare, a former Hit Wizard and current leader of the Dark Arts Defense League. Each is extremely trustworthy and holds the utmost respect from their piers. I do not like that you must go through this but I am afraid that we have little choice."

This time Harry didn't even bother to try to hide his displeasure. "And here I thought it couldn't get much worse after learning I'd have to see and feel everything I felt during those bloody memories!" Harry was going to continue on about something called privacy when Tonks said something that completely interrupted his train of thought.

"Don't you see Harry, that's one of the remarkable things about life; it's never so bad that it can't get worse!"

Harry stopped and just stared at Tonks for a moment while deciding if he had actually heard her correctly. She looked like she was serious, or at least as serious as she could with purple and green spiked hair and pink eyes, and she had a bright smile on her face as if she was really proud about what she had just said. A moment later Harry began to realize that Tonks was correct, things could get worse, a lot worse and they probably would. Despite not finding anything funny about this, Harry began to laugh.

"Mr. Potter, let me now tell you some of the good that will come from this. Your godfather's name will be cleared. While this will not bring him back to life, it will help bring light upon such a grievous mistake and, hopefully help prevent it from ever happening again. Charges will be brought against Delores Umbridge, and every Death Eater you witnessed at his rebirth. Your recorded will be cleared of all false charges, including the use of magic from before your second year. You will be granted the full rights of an adult, including the use of magic and your license to Apparate. You will receive specialized training from the Unspeakables and Aurors, and later by a Confederation Hit Wizard. You will gain full control of your inheritance, including the Potter Manor. You will never have to go back to your relatives again, that I will personally guarantee."

"In addition, you will not have to deal with Severus Snape again, at least not at Hogwarts. Many have wanted him gone throughout the years and I know of several Witches and Wizards have applied for the Potions Master position at Hogwarts, only to be denied. Lucious Malfoy and Albus Dumbledore were always Snape's biggest, and only, true supporters. With Lucious in prison and the proof of Snape's actions towards you, and others, over the years I have no doubt he will be removed from Hogwarts."

"Within a couple weeks time we should be in position to have Fudge removed as Minister of Magic, to be replaced with Gilbert Pressau, whom you will be meeting tomorrow. Once he is in place, we will have more support to make the changes required to begin saving the wizarding world. There will, of course, be many other changes brought upon by this; however I believe those are the most prominent of them."

Harry grinned at the news of Fudge being kicked out, that alone would be worth reliving his memories, but everything else truly blew his mind away. Training by Aurors and Unspeakables, Sirius' name cleared, Snape being hired… Only one thing came to his mind to ask.

"How?"

"How can you do all that, it's only been one day!"

"One day since you came here yes, but the beginnings of this started long ago. Tell me Mr. Potter, have you ever heard of the Plebeians, or Plebs?"

Harry shook his head, "Not that I can think of."

"No, I suppose you wouldn't. History is taught rather skewed in Hogwarts and most students there would barely think of, yet alone talk about them. Perhaps you know what a squib is?"

"Err, yeah. A person with magical parents who can't use magic. I found out last year during the attack that one of my neighbors, Mrs. Figg, was one."

"Not completely accurate, however it is a close enough description for now. Your neighbor Mrs. Figg would not have been born with that name. Did you know that magical families disown a Squib at the age of eleven? They are sent away to a boarding school, but they are never allowed to return to their families. Their surname's are changed upon entrance to the school and they begin a new life there. Once the Squib has left all pictures of the child are removed, and the name is removed from all family and ministry records. This has been the tradition for over 500 years now."

Harry couldn't believe they could treat their own children that way! He had been disgusted how they treated other creatures before, but their own children…

"Now to learn about the Plebs I must tell you a little bit about how our current society came to be. You know of course that Hogwarts was created over a thousand years ago as the first large school to teach magic. However, before that magic was taught through apprenticeships. It was not uncommon for a learned wizard to have a dozen, or more, apprentices. As more students chose to attend Hogwarts, many of the more prominent witches and wizards did not like that they no longer had the apprentices to add to their income and do much of their work. About seven hundred years ago, as the more affluent wizards were loosing much of their importance, The Council was created. The Council was an organized ruling body for much of Europe made up of nearly all the learned and affluent wizards of the time. Over time The Council changed and became two separate entities; the International Confederation and what is now known as the Wizengamot."

"While those original members may all be dead, many of their families still live on and over the centuries, they have remained in power; today they are known as the Pureblood families. And while we now have an official government, they still rule Europe through their influence. That, of course, is a very simplified version of things."

"The Plebeians are all of those who's families were not part of The Council, they make up over 70 percent of the magical population. While they may have over 70 percent of the population, they do not have nearly 70 percent of the power. Never in the history of the Ministry has there been a Plebian as the Minister, or senior advisor. Since it's creation there has never been more than three Plebeians on Wizengamot at any one time. At the moment there are only two, of which I am one."

"The Plebeians have never had an easy time but over the last century has been much worse for them. Many have not been able to send their children to Hogwarts. Either needing the children to begin working earlier to help support their family or not having enough to afford Hogwarts' tuition. Apprenticing with family, friends, or in some cases, a fully trained wizard is becoming more common among them.

"However, even if they can afford to send their children to Hogwarts, our society is designed to hinder their success as much as possible. Muggle born students are in much the same situation. No matter how smart your friend, Miss Granger is unless she marries into a more pureblood family, she will never receive the success she deserves."

"While Voldemort is the most immediate threat and must be dealt with, there are other problems that exist in our world and we must deal with them as well. You do see that do you not Mr. Potter? For far to long the Wizarding World has existed by the oppression of others."

Harry nodded his head. He knew he should say something but wasn't sure exactly what he should say; there were just to many things to say, to many things to think about, and to many questions to ask. Fortunately, Madam Bones seemed to sense what he was feeling.

"The meeting will be at three tomorrow morning Mr. Potter. Perhaps it would be best if you try and get some sleep, you will have a very long day tomorrow."

Harry just nodded to her, mumbled a quick goodnight to them and went to his bed. When he laid down, he didn't think he would be able to sleep at all; his mind was just too full and jumbled. However, a minute or two later he was out cold.

Harry smiled slightly as he woke up; the comfyness of the bed and warmth of his blanket felt great against his body. After a few moments of enjoying the feeling he heard someone grumbling, raising himself up he expected to see Ron or one of his dorm mates mumbling about how early it is and was surprised with whom he saw.

"Tonks!"

Tonks, startled by Harry's voice, tripped over the box she had dropped and somehow landed on the…

Harry stared for a moment, and then grabbed his glasses to make sure his eyes weren't fooling him.

"Um… Tonks, what are you doing on the ceiling?"

"It's one of your new protections, just shut that box would you? I'll explain once I get down."

Harry climbed out of bed and shut the box. Unfortunately for Harry, but fortunately for Tonks, he was standing right under her and broke her fall from the ceiling.

Harry managed to get himself out from under Tonks and then helped her up.

"Thanks Harry, you made a good pillow. Now that you're up help me with this box, we're setting it at the foot of your bed; it's a might heavier than it looks and magic won't work on it."

The box was surprisingly heavy and Harry was impressed that Tonks had managed to get it by herself.

"All right, now that that's done, what is that thing? And how did you end up on the ceiling?"

"Not really sure exactly what it is, Director Bones brought it home, some sort of artifact is in the box I think. I do know it's part of your security here though. As long as the box is open, anyone else but you who walks into the room will end up stuck to the ceiling. Magic won't work on the box, and won't help in getting off the ceiling, so you're the only one who'll be able to open or close it."

"Tonks, what do you think of all this?"

Harry couldn't help but stare at the amount of skin her legs showed as Tonks sat down on the edge of the bed, bringing her knees up to her chest. "Well, which part Harry?"

Good question, Harry thought. He really didn't know what was bothering him. "I don't know, I guess all of it."

"I was raised mostly as a Muggle, so a bit the history was new to me, but it makes sense with some things I've started to see in the last couple years and many of the things me mum told me about when I was younger."

"She left the wizarding world right after Hogwarts because she hated it. She used to say that the wizarding world was nothing but a cesspool of cruelty, corruption, and laziness. She didn't tell me everything, but I know some the stories. She was betrayed by several her friends after Hogwarts because she chose to live in a Muggle flat. It was after the second time she was attacked that she left the world completely."

"Me dad was over, though they were just dating at the time, and they were attacked. He was hit with a couple curses, including the Cruciatus and it really freaked him out. He broke up with her for a little bit, but she was able get him back. Now, the only time I ever see her use a wand is to recharge the wards around the house. She was actually pretty sad when I chose not to leave the wizarding world after Hogwarts 'cause she likes the Muggle world a lot better."

Tonks laughed softly for a moment, "You should've heard the argument we had when I went to work for the Ministry. Really though, her stories were one of the main reasons I first thought of becoming an Auror. I thought I could change things and make this world a little better for her, so that she wouldn't have to hide from it anymore; a naïve idea of a young schoolgirl perhaps, but it seemed right at the time."

"It's one the main reasons why I agreed to join The Order. I had started seeing just how corrupt things really were and how little I could do as an Auror. I think that one of the best decisions that I've ever made so far was to let you fly here and not report it to The Order. Whether you realized it or not, in less than 24 hours you've begun to change our world more than I could in an entire lifetime. At least now I know I made the right decision yesterday in pledging myself to you."

Harry was startled out of his thoughts by that, "What?"

Tonks smiled sheepishly, "Err… Yeah, I forgot to mention that didn't I? Director Bones and I were talking after you went to bed last night, well this morning really, anyways, she had to make sure I wouldn't tell the Order you were here yet and to know where my loyalties would lie. I knew I didn't want to be cut out of what was happening and I didn't want to leave you alone. So I suggested that I pledge myself to you. I'm still not really sure exactly what made me suggest it, but it shocked us both a bit when I did. It worked though, it's why she didn't ask me to leave tonight; she knows I'm not going to betray you."

"Um, Tonks, what about the Order? Didn't you swear your loyalty to them or something?"

"Nah, not sure why Ol' Dumbledore doesn't do something like that, but guess that's the way he is, trusting the best in people. Pretty much all that happened was that Kingsley and Dumbledore explained things a little and then asked me if I was interested. I said yes and that night Kingsley brought me to Grimmauld Place where I met Sirius. A couple nights later we had a meeting where I met the rest."

"What!" Harry nearly shouted, "My parent's were killed because of a traitor in The Order and he doesn't even make them do anything? Even in the D.A., everyone had to sign a jinxed parchment! What the bleeding Hell does he expect? The same thing will happen all over again!" Harry was enraged and got out of bed to pace around the room, his thoughts focusing on Wormtail and his betrayl.

"Not that I mind watching you pace around in your boxers, but since neither of us are going to be getting much sleep now and we'd have to get up in an hour or so anyways, why don't you get dressed and we'll go for a jog outside. It should be nice out at this time of night."

During their jog Tonks told Harry about the different people that he would be meeting that morning. Harry was surprised that Tonks had only met one of them, the Senior Auror. She told him that he was really strict, extremely unpleasant when you make the same mistake over again, but also very helpful with advice.

Tonks had heard of all the others and spent some time telling him what the rumors about them were, and how he should act around them. Apparently, the former Hit Wizard, Zhiv, had been one of the best and had taken down a couple famous dark wizards. He also learned that the Unspeakables dealt with the intricacies and nature of magic itself, and that she had only a very base idea of what they did and what they could teach him.

After they finished jogging, they sat on the steps to the house and talked for a little longer, until Tonks said it was time for them to wash up and get ready.