My Note:

I am making this one longer then usual.  Let me know how you like it


Remembering

Mike reached Hendersen's office and saw the door was open, and walked in.  Luke's office also had a reception/assistants' like the Secretary LaPomeret's, although smaller and much less imposing.  Strolling in, he feels a hand to his shoulder, foot to his leg and the back hitting the floor. 

"Hello love, kinda slow in your old age," Amy said with a smile.  She kissed him and pulled back.  Amy, decided to take a breather from field duty and became a special assistant to Sect. Hendersen, but she still had the reflexes of field work.


"I thought I told you, no kinky, rough stuff in the office, makes too much noise," Mike giggled.  He heard an "Oh God" from somewhere behind Amy.  "So, when did you get here?"


"Come on big boy," Amy started to stand up and extended her hand to help him up as well.  "I drove over about forty minutes ago.  I heard about Mia, sorry," she said with a frown.


Luke cleared his throat loudly to interrupt.  "Sorry to break up this reunion, but I need to talk to your kinky sex partner Amy."  Amy blushed, Mike made a smug face, Luke continued, "Did you send out the letters to Dumbledore and Mrs. Hernandez?"


"I sent Dumbledore's, I have Mrs. Hernandez's letter right here," Mike held the envelop up.  "I though, someone at the New York Office should hand deliver it."


Amanda held out her hand, "Good idea, I'll have sent up with this evening's interoffice mail."


Mike handed her the letter, "Thanks."

"LaPomeret talked to the British Ambassador, more liked screamed at the top of his lungs at him.  Poor guy, he had only been on the job for 3 weeks," Luke said shaking his head slowly.  "Anyway, the British promised to launch a full investigation, which means they will try to sweep everything under the rug, and hope no ones notices.  Which they will, this kind of thing could bring down their government."


"Maybe that would be a good idea, serves Fudge right," Amy growled.


Amanda added her two cents, "That would be bad at the moment.  It would leave a power vacuum for Voldemoret and his supports to take over the Ministry."


"They could have the Ministry right now!" Amy exclaimed.


"Doubtful, the UK Ministry is no that weak, yet," Luke said.  "If it comes to that, I think we will start some very direct action."  Luke looked at Mike and started on a new train of thought, "The Death Eater with the Red Scorn has not leaked yet, but LaPomeret decided to add it in during his press conference this afternoon."


Mike's jaw dropped, "Why the hell would he do that?"


"Because my dear boy, it is better to say it like it is, then have it leak," Luke said matter-or-factly.  "You know it would be bound to leak, and the press would blast him."


Mike decided to pop the good news to Amy.  He looked at Hendersen, "Did you tell Amy the good news?"


"That Voldemort is back or that I have s splitting headache?"  Luke said sarcastically.


"Noooooooooo, I was thinking about her going with me to England, when I go shake down Dumbledore."  Mike beamed to Amy, "See, I told you we would have a vacation soon."


Amy jumped up and down clapping sarcastically, "Oh, you lug, you know how to sweep a girl off her feet."


"Hopefully, Dumbledore will respond in the affirmative," Mike wondered aloud.


Amanda looked at everyone; she saw the exhaustion and suggested, "Why don't we call it a morning?  Mike, what do you have planned for your team tonight?"


"I reserved a room for the team and their significant others, at the Other Side at 8 PM tonight.  A little dinner and drinking time, then tell them all of the good news from today.  Tomorrow after the meeting with the Secretary, I was planning to organize a meeting with all my Special Investigation Groups."


"Plan that for later this week, I want hold a top level Law Enforcement meeting on Monday," Luke told all of them.  "I want us to meet back here at 7 PM.  All of you get some rest."


"My pleasure," Mike answered back.  "Mind if I catch a ride with you, love?"


Amy faked annoyance, "Well, since we live together, I guess so, come on."


"Let me get changed first, is it warm out?"  Mike asked Amy.


"Well, it is June and we are in DC, that's a YES!"


"Okay, sorry, be right back."  Mike walked over to his personal office.  He walked through his assistant's office to his.  His office was only medium sized, but still had room enough for his desk on one side and a conference table, couch and chairs on the other.  Halfway up the walls was wood paneling, instead of paintings, Mike had a few large banners on the walls.  One from his high school National Quidditch Championship team, the second of the New York Hawks, his favorite professional Quidditch team, another was a banner signed by all his students at the FBME Academy, and last was a standard FBME banner. 


Mike closed the office door, and walked over closet.  He took out his Gold's Gym bag, and walked over to his desk.  He pulled out a grey Buffalo Bills t-shirt and black Nike gym shorts, and began to take off his raid grab.  His body ached all over, but it felt really good when he took off his boots, dragon skin can only feel so good.  'I need food and sleep' he thought.  He dropped the boots in the closet, took out his New Balances.  "Time for home," he told himself.  He opened the door and jumped Amy was right in the doorway.  "We need to stop meeting like this!"


"I know love, time to go."


Mike and his fiancée walked to the elevator and waited for it to arrive.


Amy decided to make small talk while they headed to the building's underground garage.  "My father finished the deal to buyout Scapa Flow Broom Crafters."


Amy's father, Joseph Fosterman, was one of Wizarding America's most powerful, richest, and well most ruthless moguls.  He had controlled or owned a number of noner and magical companies throughout the world, and was quite the real estate developer as well.  He gave Amy anything she wanted, but she took it all in stride.  Why she decided to become an auror, Mike was still trying to figure that one out.


Mike raised his eyebrows, "Really, so his quest for global domination continues?"


"Ha Ha, you know as well as I, it was either him or Volenisky.  Scapa Flow is  too small to compete nowadays," Amy countered.  The doors to the elevator opened.


"Poor Brits, we buy up everything there."


Amy smiled, "Hey, they invest a lot here."


"I know, but one investor will be missed."


"What? Who?"


Mike looked surprised, "Didn't Hendersen tell you, Dumbledore caught Lucius Malfoy, at the Ministry, he's a Death Eater."


Amy's mouth dropped open, "Wow, you know he was on the Hogwart's Board of Governors, and got kicked out."  The doors opened into the underground garage, Amy walked out, Mike following here to wherever she parked her car.  "They were thinking of taking him back, I doubt that will happen now.  Maybe they will finally accept my father's application."  Joseph's father and mother, both noners, immigrated to America during World War II.  Even after they found out their son was a wizard, they insisted that he be educated at a proper British school, Hogwarts.


Mike was awestruck, "Your father applied to be on Board?"


"Yes, after Malfoy was kicked out in 1993, dad applied for his seat.  The board has two members from each house, since he and Malfoy are both Slytherins he asked to join.  They denied him and the seat has been open ever since."


"Why did he want to join?"


Amy gazed for a minute and thought about the answer.  "He told me he wanted to give something back.  Mom and I did not believe him, but convinced us.  He drew up some plans to expand the school for advanced studies, offer students in need free supplies, and of course, expand the Quidditch facilities."


Mike laughed hard, "Well, that is the most important thing!"


Mike and Amy reached her car, a dark blue Porsche 911.  Amy loves sports cars, and her father was all to accommodating in providing them.  She had wanted a Lamborghini, but Mike told her no way, this was DC, not Miami, or LA.  A car like that was just stupid to have here in DC traffic.


"It's open," she told him.  "You want AC or windows?"


Mike threw his gym bag behind the passenger seat, dropped his body in, and closed his door.  "Windows, I need some fresh city air, cough, cough."


Amy smiled, got in, closed driver's side door, started, and revved the engine, and they shot out like a bat out of hell.  She loved driving fast.  The air was warm and humid, the sun shined through a cloudless sky, it was another typical DC summer day.  Mike noticed the love of his life's long brown hair blowing around, and then he noticed the speedometer.


"Hey, slow down lead foot.  I am not that much in a rush."


"Sorry sweetie."


Mike looked out his window and got lost in his thoughts of the past. 


Flashback

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The Headmaster's office at the North American Magic Academy:


A roaring fireplace provided the only light for the office.  It was dark outside, but one could see the snow following through the office's bay window, on this cold February 1980 night.  Two Headmasters sat opposite each other, close to the fire, a young boy sat further away, between them, listening attentively.


"Albus, the boy can help you so much, his gifts are amazing, you saw them for yourself.  I know you need the help, and he wants to go."


"Lawrence, I know you mean well, but he is still a boy.  I do not want to endanger him, and he still has many years of training before he could do battle with the likes of the Death Eaters."


"You know the reputation of this school, as well as anyone else, Albus.  He has the training; his teachers have been working with him for five years now."


Before the Headmaster Lawrence Weinstein could continue, the boy interrupted.  "Please, Headmaster Dumbledore, I know I am ready.  I have been ready all my life.  I was made to do this.  At least let me, be backup, help when you question people or something.  Please!"


"See Albus, look at him, to deny him this would be denying him his life's mission.  I know he is young, probably too young, but these are extraordinary times Albus.  You need to take extraordinary measures.  If, for one moment, you think it is too much for him, you may send him right back to me."


Dumbledore sighed, "It is against my better judgment, but we do need the help.  As long as the Department refuses to believe Voldemort is a danger to America, I know I must seek out help elsewhere.  Alright, Lawrence, I accept your offer.  Mr. Kelley is it?"


The boy beamed and jumped up, "Yes, sir, Mike Kelley, Headmaster, Thank you, Thank you."


Dumbledore looked at him, "You may not be so thankful of me later Mr. Kelley."


The boy sat down and seemed to start pondering what the Headmaster had just said.


Dumbledore continued, "I will have two of my best former students look after him; they have been assisting me in the fight against Voldemort almost two years now, James and Lily Potter."


Headmaster Weinstein thought for a moment, "Potter as in Thomas Potter?"


"Yes, James is his son.  James and Lily met at Hogwarts, both were in the same year, house, and they were head girl and boy together.  They married soon after graduation."


"I see, well then, Mike, go pack your things, and bring them back here.  Headmaster Dumbledore and I need to finish some final details and you will be off to England."


End Flashback

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"Mike, were almost there love," Amy, told him while rubbing his neck.


Mike shook his head, "Great, I am starving."


Amy turned off Connecticut Avenue, onto a side street.  They passed a few townhouses, and came upon an older, larger, brick, three-story townhouse, one with a garage and slightly dipping hill for a front lawn.  The house was Mike's pride and joy.  He purchased it with the money from his settlement with the Department of Magic fourteen years ago.  Amy adored it, but she insisted on redecorating some of the rooms.  Since she had incredibly good taste, meaning similar to his, he told her go for it.  The house was their home now.


Amy parked the car in the driveway and pressed the garage door opener button on the sun visor. As they entered the garage, Amy asked him, "What do you want to eat?"


"How about an omelet and some pork roll?"


Amy entered the house first.  Mike pressed the garage door button to close it, and soon followed.  They both arrived in the kitchen.  Amy walked over to the split refrigerator, and turned to Mike, he was going through the letters left on the kitchen island.


"What kind of cheese do you want?"


Mike thought for a second and looked up at her, "Swiss and cheddar, please.  You know, we really should get some house elves."


"We have been through this, we perfectly able to the house work ourselves.  We can always get a maid service later, and we have too many noner friends," Amy huffed.


"Sorry, sweetie," he kissed her on the cheek.  "I am going upstairs to take a quick shower, call me when you're done."


Amy kissed her beloved, and spanked him on his rear end, "Okay, now take a shower stinky."


"Kinky girl," Mike turned and walked out the kitchen. 


He bounded up the stairs two at a time.  When he reached the second floor, turned and walked into the master bedroom.  The bedroom was very bright, the sun shining through the windows.  Mike collapsed on the bed for a moment and then sat up.  "I love my job, I love my job," he muttered to himself.  He smelled is underarms, 'damn I am stinky' he thought.  Walking into the bathroom, he noticed the stubble on his face, 'I'll shave for the meeting tomorrow', turned on the bathroom lights and heat fan.  He took off his shorts and t-shirt, opened the ornately frosted glass door to the shower and turned the hot then cold water on.  Before stepping in, he used his hand to check the water temperature, from the three showerheads. 


Finishing drying himself, he pulled out a clean t-shirt and shorts from the dresser. 


"Soup's on," Amy yelled from downstairs.


Mike raced down the stairs yelling, "FOOD!"


"Where do you want to eat?" Amy asked while holding out his plate filled with eggs cheese and pork roll.


"Here," pointing towards the kitchen island, he pulled up a four legged, green stool.  Amy placed the plate in front of him.  Mike started eating quickly.


Amy looked, put her hands on her hips and was frowned, "Slow down, it's not going anywhere."


"Sorry mom."


She smiled, walked over, and hugged him from behind.  "I didn't mean to nag."


"I know, I was being a smart ass."


"You are so good at it."


"Thanks beautiful, love you."


"Love you too," she kissed him on the right cheek.


"After this, I am going to get some sleep.  Unless something urgent comes, just wake me up around 6 PM, so I can get ready for tonight.  Okay," mike mumbled with his mouth full of piggy.


"No problemo, and don't talk with your mouth full."  She slapped him lightly on the head.


"Ugh, oh, and keep a look out for Milo."


Mike finished eating, climbed the stairs, and collapsed on the bed again.  He drifted off into a peaceful sleep.


Meanwhile, across the Pond

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Harry was just playing with his dinner.  He was too busy thinking about Sirius's death and all the events the other night at the Dept. for Mysteries.  Glancing over to the head table, he saw newly reinstated Headmaster Dumbledore talking to Professors Snape and Flitwick.  As he turned back to his dinner, out of the left corner of his eye, he saw a large black owl appear.  Harry watched as it flew right to Dumbledore and landed with precision in front of him.  The owl stuck out his right talon with a note attached to it. Dumbledore retrieved the note, read it, and gave a brief surprised look and gesture.  He leaned over and told Snape and Flitwick something, held out his arm, the owl hopped on it and the Headmaster walked over to the side door and exited the Great Hall.  'I wonder who's owl that is,' he thought for a second.


A few minutes later, Dumbledore reappeared back in the Great Hall.  Harry saw he had the black owl on his arm.  The old professor moved his arm up to give the owl a boost.  It soared into the air turning to leave the hall, and it just vanished.  Harry blinked, but the owl was gone.  'Never saw that before.  Have to tell Ron and 'Mione about it later.'


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"Honey, honey, its 6 o'clock, time to get up and get ready."


Mike groaned, "6 o'clock already?"  He began stirring, and turned over onto his back and sat up. 


"Yup, and Milo is back with a message from Dumbledore," she handed him a sheet of noner white paper.


 "Stylen," Mike said has he got out of bed.  "You read this?"


"Yup, it will be wonderful to finally see Hogwarts," Amy said excitedly.  "You think we could get the dollar tour?"


"In this case, I think it would be the galleon tour, and I don't see why not."  Mike dropped the paper on the bed and went to his walk-in closet to select his clothes for tonight.  "I haven't been there since summer of '81.  I hardly remember the place.  How should we travel tonight?"


"Are we drinking?"


"Silly question, I asked Sam to have the Fire Whiskey out for us."


Amy rubbed her chin and considered the different modes of travel.  "I think floo would be best."


"Alright, I am going to take a shower, and get dressed.  We should floo over to the Department around 6:50."


"Why are you taking another shower?"  Amy tilted her head and gave that same frown again.


"The hair love, it got messed up while I was sleeping," Mike told her with a grin.  "See you soon."  He walked into their bathroom and closed the door.


Later that evening in Hendersen's Office


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"Awesome," Luke said.  "Dumbledore can fill in a lot of holes we have.  Diaz thinks Scribe is not telling us everything he knows."


"Well, that's typical," Amanda, sighed.  "I hope Dumbledore won't hold back on us."


"He won't and he knows he can't," Mike said looking at Amanda.


Hendersen looked unsure, "You can get into his mind?"


"I can," Mike, told him.


"Without him knowing?"


"What does it matter?" Mike wondered.


"I prefer not to upset our allies, before they become allies," Luke said, as he started walking back to his desk.


"I have done it before, I doubt it will be a problem," Mike smiled.


Luke looked satisfied now.  "Good, oh tomorrow's meeting with the Secretary is over at his house, same time, 2 PM.  Do not be late!  Amy, make sure he doesn't drink too much tonight."


Amy laughed, "Consider it done, sir."


"It's almost eight; may I go now, Dad?" Mike hissed.


"Fine, go, just remember 2 PM."


Mike swiftly left Luke's office, Amy walked quickly to keep up. 


When Amy caught up beside him, Mike ranted, "The nerve, I am not some fresh out of the academy space cadet."


Amy saw the anger, and started rubbing his shoulder.  "Sweetie, he has been under a lot of pressure, and you have been known to get tipsy."


"I DO NOT GET TIPSY, I GET BLASTED," he yelled.  "BUT, I know when to stop when there is work to be done.  You know as well as I almost everyone in the Bureau drinks some hooch.  Hell, at North American we practiced drinking and mourning, but we knew when to stop."  Amy started laughing uncontrollably at that last one.  Mike stared at her as if she had some horrid disease, "What's so funny?"


"What you guys did at that funny school of yours.  Practiced mourning?  Were all of you on crack or something?"


"Um, NO!  You know how it is there."


"Yes, I know love, but sometimes, it is too funny."  Amy stopped, hugged and kissed her fiancée.  "Love you."


"Love you too," Mike said sweetly.  "Now let's go get hammered."