Robert Thompson knew he was an intelligent man. Hard to be anything but in order to become a self-made billionaire (with only a little help from his father) and the Prime Minister of Britain. He delivered his speeches - self written, of course, he wondered why he paid all those fancy people at all - blamed all the right groups and made all the right sounds full of righteous fury that a politician must, and that had done the trick. He was now the Prime Minister of the country and it felt good! He finally was where he belonged, at the very top, with the power over the unwashed masses - whom he'd have to kiss up to at some point, but that is a problem for future-Robert. Now sitting in his seat in the highest office of the country, he suddenly found himself wondering how this could even be possible. He fancied himself as a modern day king, the ruler of the lands, but what kind of king tolerated pretenders in his own backyard?
Even as the emerald green flames died down in the fireplace in his office, he was planning to bring under his heel these strange people who he should rightfully be the leader of. He would have laughed the strange girl - and it was a girl playing grown-up who had just left alongside the stranger-still boy with a scarred head - right out of his office, had they not demonstrated their abilities. Magic was real! He couldn't be fooled, smart as he was, and knew what he saw. He thought back to the bizarre meeting that had just ended.
"Hello, Mister Prime Minister," said the bushy-haired girl, with a smile on her face, "I am Hermione Granger, the Minister of Magic and with me is Harry Potter, the Head Auror," she said motioning towards the green-eyed boy standing next to her, "Let me congratulate you on your election and express my sincere hope that our governments can continue working together."
"Miss Granger, please be seated," Robert said, secretly wondering whether this was some kind of hazing or elaborate stripper routine that he'd forgotten that he ordered.
"It's Minister," the boy - Potter - corrected, narrowing his eyes threateningly at Robert. "The correct address is Minister, sir," he tacked on after receiving a glare from Granger.
"Yes, yes," Robert, he was the boss here and wasn't going to kiss up to some unknown bint just because she claimed to be Minister of Magic. Bah!. "Who put you up to this? I knew those damn Bog-trotters were everywhere Irish were up to something!"
"Of course, I could scarcely expect you to take my words at face value. If I may supply a proper demonstration?" she asked, drawing a stick from her sleeve.
"What?"
"Try not to be startled," she prefaced, and, with a tap and a muttered word, in place of his table was a great big Hippopotamus! He almost fell out of his chair, he was so startled.
"Bloody hell!" he blurted out loud. "How did you do that? It was like magic!" This was splendid. He felt like a proper king! He even had a court jester, and she was quite easy on the eye, if a little frazzled.
She only smiled and with another tap of her stick, the table was restored.
"Indeed, as I was saying, magic is real and we witches and wizards have been living among the non-magical population, but hidden. It is tradition for the Minister of Magic to welcome the new non-magical Prime Minister and I hope we can have a fruitful relationship."
Unfortunately, Robert was too busy reeling from the "magic is real" revelation to respond to the cordial greeting that his magical counterpart had just delivered.
"Witches and wizards! Is that all you do, going around turning tables into animals?" Robert asked.
"Not at all, outside of a transfiguration professor you would rarely see someone doing this. But it does serve as an excellent demonstration, if I do say so myself."
"Ah"
"Well, now that introductions are out of the way, I was hoping we could go over some recent updates from the magical side of things and some ideas about setting up better cooperation between our governments"
What had followed was a very productive meeting and one in which Robert managed to wrangle quite a few interesting facts and such was his charisma, that the girl couldn't help but give them to him. But as the shock of the revelation wore off, he grew increasingly more agitated, though. How dare they have another government right under his nose and more importantly how dare they pretend to be his equal! This was an outrage! No, he wouldn't stand for this. He was the king - no, Prime Minister - of the United Kingdom and he would have his kingdom united.
These people shouldn't be running amok, destroying things all willy-nilly like that Volde-fellow the girl was talking about. No, he would make a deal with them and have them working for him instead - Robert always made the best deals. He could then send a few of them over and give those gingers something to moan about.
"Blast those cursed witches and their cursed government!" Robert shouted to his empty office. How dare that cunt reject his offer! Didn't she know how good that deal was for her? He even offered to let her take her boy-toy to his hotel in the Bahamas for free! This was going nowhere. Looks like he'd need to bring out the stick.
"Rose! Rose! Get the head spooks in here right now!"
"Yes sir, I'll get Directors Sweeney and Grimshaw as soon as they are available"