~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~At Dawn They Slept ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello, how are you Mr. Kelley?" the Professor replied.

"Hello professor, I'm doing well, as best can be expected."  Mike motioned his right hand to Amy, "Professor McGonagall, this is my fiancée, Amy Fosterman, she also works at the Bureau.

"I see you have grown into a fine young man, Mr. Kelley.  Miss Fosterman, I am assuming, Joseph Fosterman is your father?"

"Yes, he is, Professor.  I am very happy and proud that he was elected to the Board," Amy said.

"I'm certain dear.  Your father is a very capable man. He will no doubt be a great asset to this school." She paused for a moment, "Where are my manners?  Please come in, we'll meet the Headmaster in the Great Hall for lunch."

Amy answered before Mike could, "Thank you Professor."

"So, what do you think of our school Miss Fosterman?  I wonder why you did not, yourself follow in your father's footsteps, and attend Hogwarts?"

"My mother insisted that I go to Salem.  She said it was 'The only place a witch can get a proper education,' if I remember her correctly," Amy told her while she marveled at Hogwart's ground floor.

McGonagall's face went sour, "I think I will be having a talk to your mother soon."

Amy laughed, 'she just like Headmistress O'Sullivan.'  "Well, I will most certainly arrange a meeting for you."

They reached the tall doors to the Great Hall.  Professor McGonagall, opened the right one and turned toward them, "Thank you Miss Fosterman.  Now please go inside, I will join you shortly."

Mike held out his left arm,"Ladies first."

Amy giggled,"Why thank you Mr. Kelley."

Mike smiled, "You are most welcome Miss Fosterman."

"Such chivalry, for a minute I thought both of you were British!" McGonagall smiled and left them.

'She smiled, she never smiles,' Mike thought, as he entered the Great Hall behind Amy.  Inside a much smaller table in the center replaced the four House tables.  He paused for a moment, there he was, Dumbledore, in navy blue rubes, next to him was Mad-Eye Moody, another, younger wizard, with red head, was next to Mad-Eye, and to Mike's horror, Amelia Bones.

Dumbledore rose, turned and walked towards, them, "Good afternoon," he reached out and shook Amy's hand, "You must be Amy, your father did not tell me how lovely you are."

Amy blushed, and placed her hand on her chest, "Thank you Headmaster.  It is a pleasure to meet you."  Amy leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, now it was the old wizard's time to blush.

"Please, call me Albus," he told her.  Then he turned to Mike, "Mr. Kelley, even under the current circumstances, it is a pleasure to have you with us again."

Mike searched his face, not sure what he was looking for, "Thank you Headmaster, a pleasure to be back.  Um, I wanted to keep this unofficial, why is she here?"

The Headmaster stared at him with those damn twinkling eyes, "I presume you mean Miss Bones, she is here in an unofficial capacity.  Please come join us," he motioned them to follow him to the table.  "I believe Mr. Kelley, you are acquainted with Alastor Moody."

"Yes, good to see you again, Mad-Eye,' Mike, with a firm grip, shook Mad-Eye's hand.  He gestured with his left hand, "Mad-Eye, this is my fiancée and fellow auror, Amy Fosterman."

Amy smiled, "Finally, I meet the legend."

"I'm not a legend, Amy, not yet anyway, I'm still alive."

Amy laughed, "You are till a legend in my book, and who is this handsome devil, Albus?"  Amy motioned with her head to the other wizard at the table.

Dumbledore smiled, "That handsome devil is Bill Weasley. Mr. Weasley works for Gingotts, and helps us from time to time."

Bill stood up bowed slightly, "Pleasure to meet you Mike."  He took Amy's hand, and kissed it, "And a wonderful pleasure to meet you Miss Fosterman," he said in a sultry voice.

"Why Mr. Weasley, what would Miss Delacour say?" Mike laughed.  Bill paled, "We do have our sources," was all Mike offered.

Dumbledore paused for a moment to think of this, and then continued, "I believe you know Miss Bones?"

Amy stuck out her hand first, "Pleasure to finally meet you as well, Madam Bones, especially after all those memos back and forth, between our offices."

"Yes, Madam Bones, such an unexpected surprise," Mike said to her, while glaring at Dumbledore.

Mike and Amy sat down across from Dumbledore, Madam Bones and Weasley.

"Pumpkin juice Miss Fosterman?" Dumbledore asked.

'Not this time old wizard,'  "So, Madam Bones, what does bring you to Hogwarts this fine day?"

Amelia Bones face reddened, she was clearly upset, "I am a member of the Board of Governors of this school Mr. Kelley.  The question is why are you here?"

Mike mocked a sigh, "Oh, just getting more information on your house's disorder."

"What concern is it of yours about our house," she replied, her words as sharp as a knife.

Mike looked her straight in the eyes, "It became our concern when I found a Death Eater in ours."

Bones huffed, "Oh, so now you Americans get all up in a tizzy!"

Mike slammed his goblet of pumpkin juice, some of the juice splashing out,"Listen woman, if you people paid attention and took care of things on this side of the pond, I wouldn't be here!"

Bones face contorted into something wicked,"How dare you think you can come over here and run rough shot over us!"

Even Mad-Eye started wincing, when the Headmaster intervened,"Mr. Kelley, Madam Bones, please, we are here to deal with Voldemort, not to rekindle old grudges, or start new ones."

Mike exhaled slowly through his mouth, then spook.  "Fine, the Secretary, and the rest of the Big Six Ministers, are worried sick.  LaPomeret wants more information, and that is why I am here."

Bill Weasley looked lost, "What is the Big Six?"

Amy answered him, "Bill, that's the name given to the Ministers, and our Secretary, of the five largest Ministries, and our Department, in the Western Hemisphere.  Unfortunately, it seems, neither side of the Atlantic teaches about the other. "

Bill nodded, "Oh."

"What's this about a Death Eater you found Mike," Moody asked.

"Yes, Mr. Kelley, do tell," added Amelia Bones.

"I led a raid on a dark magic group, The Red Scorn, last week.  When we processed the dead bad guys, we discovered a Death Eater.  He was far too young to have been one the first time around.  After questioning the Scorn members, we found out the DE was there recruiting them, so it seems, good old Volde wants to take his show international."

Bones looked up and to the right, lost in thought, Dumbledore rubbed his chin with his right hand, trying to ascertain this new information, Mad-Eye just glared, when finally Bill Weasley broke the silence, "Well, this really changes things, doesn't it Headmaster?"

"Yes, it does Bill, and I am no longer your Headmaster, please just call me Albus."

"Damn him, Damn him to Hell!  Now he wants to terrorize the world!" bellowed Moody.

Mike summed it up, "That, Mad-Eye, is the point of why I am here."

Amelia cleared her throat, "So, what exactly do you need Mr. Kelley?"

"We need information, Madam Bones, and see how we may share information in the future," Amy replied.

"Let us enjoy lunch before we discuss more this business," Dumbledore told them.  "I for one am famished."

"So, Professor, how was the school year?" Mike inquired.

Dumbledore let out a sigh, "Very taxing I afraid, Mr. Kelley.  Now, more then ever I do worry for the wellbeing of my students."  Mile looked at his eyes they had definitely tired.  "Ah, Minerva, please come and join us."

"Albus, I still do not understand why we are sending Potter back to those muggles, especially, after the events of this term." McGonagall hissed at him.

"Professor McGonagall, this is neither the time nor place," Dumbledore snapped back, his eyes shifting towards Mike and Amy.  McGonagall looked quickly at Mike and nodded to the Headmaster.

Mike cleared his mind as he ate, then he sought out Amy's.  'Are you there, love?'

'Yes, I sense you.'

'It seems our future allies are hiding things from us already.'

She made a mental sigh, 'I know Mike, but we cannot confront them about it now.'

'Why not?'

'It is better to wait silly, so we can hold it over there heads later.  Anyway, I'm certain we can find out more later.'

Mike decided to press the issue anyway, "So, Professor McGonagall, how was this semester, sorry term?"

"It was very," insert pregnant pause and death glare from Dumbledore here, "eventful Mr. Kelley, very eventful."

As the rest of the meal continued, Mike poked and prodded. Getting some answers, but still massive gaps remained. 

After finishing a large slice of chocolate cake, Mad-eye sat up.  "Look at the time, Mr. Kelley, Miss Fosterman, it's been a pleasure.  Headmaster, Headmistress, Mr. Weasley, I shall speak to you tomorrow."

"Leaving so soon Mad-eye?" Mike asked.

"Prior commitments, maybe I will see you later this week," he said gruffly, and left the Great Hall.

Madam Bones stood up as well, "It was a very interesting lunch Albus, but I must return to the Ministry."  He nodded to Amy and Mike, "Mr. Kelley, Miss Fosterman, I'm sure we will meet again some time soon, till then." 

"Perhaps, you would like to relax before we continue our discussion in my office," Dumbledore offered.

"I would love a quick tour of the castle, if that would be alright Headmaster," Amy asked bouncing up and down in anticipation of seeing more of the castle.

"Of course Miss Fosterman, Professor McGonagall would be happy to give you a quick tour.  Afterwards, would you please show them to the Guest suite in West Tower."

"Thank you Headmaster, we shall see you shortly," Mike replied.

McGonagall stood up, "Miss Fosterman, Mr. Kelley, please follow me."

After touring some of the classrooms, the Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw common areas and dorms, the three of them headed for the Dungeons.  "The castle is absolutely beautiful Professor McGonagall, what a magnificent place to attend school."

"Thank you Miss Fosterman, I believe you should tell your mother of that fact.  I do hope, she visits Hogwarts with your father.  Come; let me show you the Potions classroom and the Syltherin common area."

After viewing the Potions classroom, they walked to a point along the stone wall.  "Steel serpent," McGonagall muttered.  The wall withdrew and opened up.  "After you Miss Fosterman.  Welcome to the Syltherin common room."

"Wow!"  Amy exclaimed.  "So, this is where my father lived.  Now, I know why he likes green so much.  It looks just like his office at home."  Amy walked over and felt one of the couches.  "How, How was my father as a student, Professor?"

"Fiercely competitive, always working hard at his classes, not the best at magic, but he had an acute business since, always caught up in one scheme or another."

Amy laughed, "Sounds just like him.  I hope you can tell me some of the juicer stories later, my father just gives my mother and me the G rated stuff."

The Headmistress frowned,"The G rated stuff? What is rated G?"

"Oh sorry, he just tells me the sweet, innocent stories, nothing racy."

"I have plenty of stories Miss Fosterman, plenty of them.  But I think it would be a good time to take you both to the guest room and then to the Headmaster's office."

Mike cleared his throat to grab Amy and McGonagall's attention.  "Thank you for the wonderful tour Professor, I could use a bit of freshening up before we talk to the Headmaster."

The three of them climbed the stairs and made their way to the West Tower.  They followed McGonagall up the winding staircase till the came to a lading with three doors.  "These are some of the guest rooms we have at here at Hogwarts.  I assume you both would like to," she cleared her throat and stiffened, "share a room?" 

Amy blushed, and covered her face with her hands.  Mike giggled, "Professor, we are not children, we are engaged you know.  But yes, I think Amy and I would like to share a room."

McGonagall relaxed, she knew Mike was right; they were adults, not her students, her Gryffindor cubs.  She opened a door, "Here you go, you lovebirds.  When you are ready, use the fireplace, just say, Headmaster's office."

Mike and Amy thanked her and went it.  Mike gave the room a once over.  On the far side wall was a large bay, window, the room's carpet was a royal blue, the walls were gray stone.  The large four poster bed was close to the bay window, the bathroom, was to the left of the main door.

"God damn it!" Mike yelped.

Amy jumped whipping out her wand, "What is it?!  What's wrong?!!"

"Can't the damn British combine the hot and cold water in one tap?"

"You scared the hell out of me for that?  Jesus!" Amy scolded at him.  "And, anyway, in modern buildings they do, Hogwarts is not exactly state of the present."

Mike huffed, "Fine, maybe I can merge the two, know any good merging spells?"

Amy thought for a second, "Try that German one, Mischen, I think."

Mike tried it, and then walked out of the bathroom.  Amy laughed hysterically, "Why are you all wet?"  She could barely contain herself. 

"Laugh it up," Mike hissed.  "I forgot to turn off the pipes before I merged them.  They sprayed water all over the place," he grumbled.

"You are so helpless sometimes, here let me dry you off, she giggled."

After fixing Mike up Amy asked, "Why did you bring the Jolly Ranchers and those socks from LL Bean?"

"Peace offerings to our future allies," he huffed.

"What's your problem?"

Mike huffed again, "We are still being left out in the dark, and I'm getting pissed."

Amy sighed, "What did you expect?  We just pop over here, after they have been fighting for months, and expect them to bare their souls?  I don't think so."

Mike smiled, "That would be nice."

"That AIN'T happening," Amy replied.

"Shall we continue our dance with the Headmaster?" Mike asked her.

Amy stuck out her tongue.  "Well, I think he is a fine partner, unlike present company."

"Listen woman."

Amy got up from the bed, ran over and kissed him.  "Oh, honey, you need to lighten up," she said.  "See you in his office," she bolted to the fireplace, took some floo powder and yelled, "Headmaster's office."

"Why you," Mike ran over to the fireplace and repeated the process.

Mike landed on his feet, in the Headmaster's office and frantically looked for his fiancée.  "Where are you, dear?  I'm certain this hex will hurt you more then it will hurt me," he said with a mischievous grin.

"I'm over here, DEAR," Amy replied with a similar grin.  She was sitting on a red velvet couch, next to McGonagall, who gave him one of her world famous stern looks.

Dumbledore was at his desk, he looked up from a pile of letters he was reading, "Ah, Mr. Kelley, shall we continue or discussion?" 

Mike walked over to Dumbledore's desk, "Headmaster I have a few gifts for you."  Mike handed his a large bag of Jolly Ranchers and a three pack of think, padded wool socks from LL Bean.

The old man smiled and his blues eyes twinkled, "Thank you Mr. Kelley.  I see these are socks, but what kind of candy are these?" as he held up the Jolly Ranchers bag.

"It's a hard candy to suck on, like lemon drops.  There are a bunch of different flavors, although, I am partial to watermelon myself."

As the Headmaster rose from his desk, he thanked Mike again.  Mike noticed he was older, more haggard and had a lot less energy then he remembered all those years ago.  Dumbledore took a seat on the left side of Bill; Mike sank himself into a soft, brown leather chair in-between the two groups.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback to 13 August 1981~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Diagon Alley is still a mess.  It will be at least another few days before most of the shops are open again," Mad-eye told the group sitting in the Great Hall.

Mike growled, "I should have been with all of you yesterday, I could have found out something."

"It was much too dangerous for you Mike.  We would not have been able to protect you," Dumbledore told him.

Mike yelled, "I can protect myself!"

Mad-eye laughed, "Kelley, I think you would be a little over your head."

"Yes, Mike you would be out-matched, and a dare say in a heap of trouble."

Mike sat there fuming.

Mad-eye laughed again, "Don't worry lad, you will have plenty of future opportunities."

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Amy led off the proceedings, asking about strengths and weaknesses of Voldemort and the Death Eaters.  Bill told them how Gringott's Goblins were still on their side.  They even were helping track down the money flowing to the Death Eaters.  Mike decided to let his mind wonder, what really did happen last school year.  His mind lazily flowed into McGonagall's, she would never know he was there probing.

'Mr. Kelley, I see your skills are as sharp as ever.'

Mike was petrified, what just happened?  How did he know?  'Headmaster?'

'Yes, Mike, it is I.  After you left us in 1981, I decided to dabble in your forms of Legilimency and Occlumency  I dare say I am still confounded by them.'

Mike wondered, 'Then, how did you know?'

'You were being lazy Mr. Kelley.  Had you been your usual self, I doubt I would have caught you trying to wonder in Professor McGonagall's mind.'

'Professor, please understand, I am only trying to do my job.  I am trying to get answers to the Riddles of Riddle, so to speak, or think or whatever,' Mike huffed, mentally that is.

The old man looked over at him and smiled, 'Yes, I understand Mike, but all shall be revealed in due time.  Although, there are things that you know already, that have yet to be revealed.'

'Ugh, now you are a riddle. What do you mean, or is this one of those, I will have to find out for myself things?'

'Sorry, Mike, you will have to figure these things out on your own.'

'Damn, I know you would say, I mean think that.'

"So, Bill, tell us the additional safeguards the Goblins are using at Gringott's?"  Amy asked him.

They continued their meeting until the wee hours of the morning.

"Dear me, look at the time, I suggest we retire till and continue later this morning," Dumbledore announced.

Mike checked his watch; he set it for UK time before they left, "It is almost four am, how about we meet for brunch at say, ten o'clock?"

McGonagall nodded, "I think that would be fine Mr. Kelley, I shall see at your suite at ten sharp."

"Good night, all, I will see you in the morning.  Mind if I use your Floo, Hea-Albus?" Bill asked.

"By all means Bill, see your in the morning."  They said good night to Bill Weasley, and then he flooed back to his flat in London.

"Come on love, sleepy time," Mike said.

"Good night Professors, see you at ten sharp Professor McGonagall," Amy added.

'Good Night Headmaster, I'll remember to not be so lazy next time.'

Albus laughed, "Good night, Mike, Amy."

Mike and Amy flooed back to their guest room.  Mike sat down on the bed, and then leaned down in his elbows.  "So, that was all very interesting, hopefully, it will help us out."

"You know it really all comes down to what happens here.  The rest will be a side show, a terror filled side show, but side show none the less," Amy sighed.

Mike huffed, "I know, and that's got me worried.  They don't have the numbers."

"We are moving a lot of manpower here."

"Yeah, but that opens up a whole 'nother can of worms.  Time will tell, regardless, the ball is back in Voldemort's court, let's see what he does next.  Anyway, we should get some sleep."

Mike, went to the bathroom to get ready for bed.  Amy spook up,"Hey, what time do you want our mail from HQ?"

"Tell'em after 10:15 or so in the Great Hall," Mike responded.  "That should give us time to get down there and settled.  Read the morning reports."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Later that Morning~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Good morning, sunshine!"  Mike exclaimed.

"Good morning to you, love."

Mike was taken aback, "You're not grumpy?  How can this be?"

"I guess excitement of being here, at Dad's school, and I got a good night's sleep for a change.  I certain gentleman was not nagging me for sex!"

"Hey, I'm a guy, it's my job."

Amy throw one of her pillows at him, Mike deflected it with a spell.

Mike laughed, "A pillow, I think you can do better then that, but we need get up and make ourselves look beautiful, McGonagall will be here in forty-five minutes or so."

"Fine, watch your back, Mr. Kelley."  Amy got up and stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door.

"Witches!"

Amy yelled from the inside the bathroom, "I heard that, you double better watch your back."

At exactly 10 AM, Mike and Amy heard a knock at the door.  "Are you two decent, may I come in?"

"Come in Professor, although, I doubt Mike will ever be decent."

Mike saw a hint of smile on the professor's face.  "Good morning, Professor."

"Good morning Mr. Kelley, Miss Fosterman.  Please, shall we go to the Great Hall for brunch?"

"One sec Professor, we just need to get our stuff together.  We'll just leave directly from the Great Hall," Amy told her.

After gathering everything together , and Amy making sure Mike was carrying most of the bags.  Mike turned to McGonagall, "Lead on Professor M."

McGonagall starting talking to Amy, "Where are the both of you going to next?"

"Edinburgh," they both said in unison.

"You owe me a beer," Mike told Amy.  "Yeah, we want to take in all the tourist spots."

McGonagall gave them a stern look, "Sure you do, Mr. Kelley."

They reach the Great Hall, Dumbledore stood up, "Good morning, Mike, Amy, please join us."

"Don't you ever sleep," Mike asked.

"I do Mr. Kelley, but during these troubled times, I find it harder and harder to get the proper amount of sleep."

Bill spook up, "How long are you hear for?"

"About five days or so," Amy replied.  "We want to have some Q and A sessions with some other people, and get the lay of the land so to speak."

"Q and A," Bill asked.
Message: Flash
Mike turned to Bill, "Questions, and Answers, Bill."

The Headmaster spoke up, "Shall we all sit and enjoy our brunch?"

They sat and begun to eat.  The food was good, and they only made light conversation.  Then the Mike's owl flew in.  On one of his talons was a green band, meaning unclassified information, the other had a band of red and white stripes.  Mike and Amy looked at each other.

Amy hurried to one of their bags by the table, "I'll get the quill and ink, get some parchment, would you."

Mike, opened his briefcase, pulled a roll of parchment, and unrolled it on the table.

Bill Weasley, the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall all looked at strangely.

"Sorry," Mike offered.  "The bands mean there is an urgent message for us."

Placing the ink, quill, and parchment out for Milo to look at, the big owl hopped over and the quill began to move.

Bill looked amazed and began to ask.  Mike explained, "It's a secure owl Bill.  The owl memorizes the message, so, even if you get the owl, you cannot get the message."  Bill simply nodded.

As the quill wrote, Mike's eyes went wide, and another owl came flying in.  "My God!"

Message Priority: Flash

Subject: Death Eater Attacks Worldwide

"Headmaster, look at this!" Mike said excitingly.

Mike saw the old man's had lost their twinkle, "I already know."

The leading headline of the Daily Prophet 'Death Eaters Declare War, Launch attacks around the World! Hundreds Dead!'

They attacked a Quidditch match in Brazil, multiple muggle born wizarding families in Canada, the royal Magical Family of Japan, The Ministry for Magic in China, Warrington Street Magical Shops in Philadelphia, Diagon Alley, The Moscow Magical Museum,  a French magical village, the Floo Hub in India, the list went on.

"Jesus Christ," Mike exclaimed.

"Mr. Kelley!  Language!," McGonagall yelled.

"Sorry, professor," Mike said meekly.

Amy sighed, "Sorry Headmaster, but we have to get back to the Department.  Is there a fireplace wit a floo connection we could use?"

Dumbledore's look of shock faded to a look off deep concern and disappointment, "Of course, Amy, please follow me to the antechamber.  I will connect the fireplace there to the network."

The group headed into the antechamber.  Dumbledore quietly said an incantation while waving his hand/  "All right, the fireplace is connected.  Professor McGonagall, would you please floo to Miss Figg and see how," he softly cleared his throat, "He is doing.  I'll contact our other friends."

Mike was fuming, he was being left out in the cold again.  It would have to wait, there were much bigger problems at the moment.

"We'll be back eventually, Professor, Headmaster," Mike nodded to Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster.  Mike throw the floo powder, "Department of Magic," he stepped into the green flame and was gone.  Mike stumbled out of the fireplace, and almost into a dragon.  A Bayou swamp dragon, these small but powerful beauties had a tough, thick skin, with green and black camouflage patches. Not only did shot out fire, but some magical spells as well.  Their small size, compared to other dragons, made them perfect for guarding the inside of buildings.  The dragon looked at him and roared, its handler, calmed it down.

Amy soon followed him, and almost went into the dragon as well, but Mike caught her in time.

"Don't want to piss him off love." 

"Why is it here?" she asked.

"I guess after the attacked they went to a high security level," Mike replied.

"Well, we better get our asses to the Ops Center," she said.

"Too right love," he told her. 

Mike and Amy showed their IDs to the guard witch and started running to the Ops Center.