The month was going very very slow for Ronan. He couldn't wait for it to be over. He had to spend hourless days in meetings with several of the Magic Ministers and it was wearing him out. All they did was argue and to top it off one of the main Ministers failed to show up. It was already half way through the month and he had yet to show.

Ronan sits quietly listening to the Minister of Magic from Spain and France argue over some ridiculous matter. He slowly rises to his feet and glares at both of them. "Gentlemen. Please. Calm yourselves. Do not waste the precious time of the council with your mindless rantings. They can be dealt with at a later time. Agreed?" He watches as the two nod their heads and again take their seats, glaring daggers at each other. "Now. Since that's settled. Is there any legit concern that needs to be addressed by the council before we convene for the day? Picking up at noon tomorrow." He looks around. "Ok then. Meeting adjou..." he is interrupted by banging doors and scuffling of feet. He sighs. What now?

"Sorry bout that." The red haired man apologizes for his rude entry. "I'm also sorry that I'm late. It's been hectic all over England. I've only now been able to get things under control." The man looked tired and worn.

Ronan eyes the man. He looked vaguely familiar. He must be the missing Minister. "Alrighty then. After your swearing in we will adjourn for the day. Please raise your right hand and recite your information."

The red haired man nods and raises his right hand. "Arthur Weasley. British Minister of Magic. Appointed two years ago at the dismissal of the prior Minister." He smiles.

Ronan blinks and his eyes widen just a bit. Arthur Weasley. The very man that was a surrogate father to him in his youth. "Duly noted. The council recognizes the British Minister to our panel. Meeting adjourned. We will pick up at noon tomorrow. And gentlemen. Please have something intelligent to discuss." Ronan rises to his feet, happy to be getting out of there for the day. He is stopped when he feels a hand on his arm. He blinks and turns to face the person stopping him. "May I help you with something?" He takes a step back looking the man over. He looked very old. He had a long white beard and sparkling blue eyes.

Arthur watches the young man that was seemingly in charge of this years meeting. He looked very young. He didn't look any older than his youngest son, Ron. He strides over to the boy and old man, smiling. "Ah. Professor Dumbledore. What brings you here?"

Ronan jumps slightly not noticing Arthur's approach. "Yes. What brings you here? This meeting is closed to everyone but the Ministers of Magic."

Dumbledore watches the boy. A smile playing in his withered face. "I am the headmaster of Hogwarts. I am always invited to the meetings. This has been the very first time that I've accepted. I thought I might be seeing you here, my boy."

Ronan can't help his fluttering heart. Dumbledore was like a grandfather to him up until his horrible seventh year. "I'm sorry. I think you have me mistaken for someone else. If you will excuse me. I have very important notes to go over for tomorrows meeting." He takes another step back but couldn't bring himself to leave.

Arthur watches with interest. "You look too young to be a Minister, young man. Why are you here if it's closed to all but Ministers?"

Ronan sighs and sticks his hand out to Arthur. "Ronan O'Reilly. My father is the American Minister of Magic. He is in poor health at the moment so since I'm Minister in Training..." He shrugs.

Arthur takes the boys hand and shakes it firmly. "I had the honor to meet your father at last years meeting. Very noble man. Very noble."

Dumbledore watches the boy. "Ronan O'Reilly died more than four years ago in an attack staged by Voldemort. You can not be him. But I do think that you my boy...are Harry Potter."

Ronan turns pale. How did Dumbledore always do that? It was like the man was psychic. He sighs. "Don't speak of that to anyone. It does not leave this room. Understood?" He glares at Dumbledore then Arthur.

Arthur blinks. Dumbledore must be losing his mind accusing this boy of being Harry. But the boy doesn't deny it. He instead pales and looks rather ill. "I should go and try and track down my rogue bunch of kids." He was trying to break the uneasy silence.

"Their in America, Sir. Staying at the Salem Villa. It's right around the corner for the American Ministry and Half Baked." He says quietly.

Mr. Weasley blinks. "How did you know that? They said they were going on vacation. Whatever possessed them to go to America?"

Ronan sighs. "They were hunting for me. I found this out when I bumped into Hermione who was trying to get into Half Baked. My restaurant. They should be returning home since they found out the horrible truth about James. Sad really."

Dumbledore eyes the boy. "What did you tell our resident Charms Professor? It had to be very gruesome for them to even consider leaving."

"Let me start off by saying I will not have this life ripped away from me. I defeated Voldemort so I could be left alone. I told Hermione that James lost his mind four months after he was brought to America. He has the mind of a two year old. And that my father has him in a expensive mental health hospital but there is no hope for him."

"Wait. Ron told me that you turned out to be James. You don't look mentally distraught to me." Arthur says, confused.

"I did indeed have a nervous break down four months after my return. It took a month to get me back on my feet. In which time I started to attend Salem Center. I excelled in all my classes and I just graduated two months ago, top of my class." Ronan looks at his hands. "The doctors said I had to much stress. If I didn't try and avoid some of it..I would die before my eighteenth birthday." He adds in a whisper. He didn't know why he was telling this all to the two men standing in front of him. But it felt good to get it off his chest.

"You know..Ron, Hermione and Luke saw you leave. They rushed into my office hysterical. I couldn't do anything. Erik is your legal guardian until your twenty-second birthday. Are you going to tell them the truth?"

Ronan shakes his head. "No. Let them believe the truth that I've already told them. And if either of you tell them..I will tell them who Luke really is. I know that you don't know Mr. Weasley and you better pray that you don't find out. I'm sure you would have a very different view on your son-in-law." He gives them a cold, hard glare.

Arthur looks at Dumbledore. "Who Luke really is? He is Luke O'Reilly isn't he. All his paper work checks out."

Dumbledore narrows his eyes but they soon resume their usual twinkle. "Yes. He is really Luke O'Reilly. Just as the boy standing in front of us is James O'Reilly, Ronan O'Reilly and Harry Potter. I will not tell anyone. But think about your actions before you do them. Do you really want things to go back to the way they were before all of this? Enemies instead of friends. You know that Molly and Arthur may accept the real Luke but you also know that her brothers will not." He looks at his over his half moon glasses before heading for the door. "If you change your mind. You know where to find me" He disappears out the door and out of sight.

Ronan looks at Mr. Weasley. "I know that you want to know. But I will not tell you unless the cause arises. I may hate him for how he treated me...but I would never take his happiness away unless I had a very good reason." He then quickly exits, thinking about what Dumbledore said.

Arthur stands there in a slight shock. He shakes his head and quickly follows the other two out the door. He needed some sleep before this day could get any more weirder.