A Child of Two Worlds, Part 2
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Chapter 5: Red-hot
Berlin
As a child, Alex only had a vague imagination what governing really meant. She had opinions on certain themes like the relationship with Muggles, magical creatures, Muggle-borns and so on. But now as the personal assistant of the German Federal Minister for Magic herself, she had a much more concrete understanding of the enormous task that Aylin Yıldırım had to accomplish.
She seemed to be drowning in Ministry memos on a daily basis! Status reports on certain issues and scheduling appointments with various department heads and Ministers for Magic at State level, not to mention the many calls from Muggle ministries whose duties somehow overlapped with those of the Ministry of Magic, on the Federal or the State level. Like the conflict with a Centaur herd which had left expanded their territory and now refused to retreat so that Muggle companies could built a settlement there on the outskirts of a city. Or the recent rise of Erkling attacks which by far wasn't restricted to wizarding children.
Many of these incidents could have been avoided actually had Aylin's predecessor, Thomas Reischer, not decided to ease regulations concerning the protection of Muggles in these cases. After the coup d'état led by Aylin had been achieved and Reischer and many of his loyal colleagues and advisors arrested, the investigation that had followed had brought to light quite a network of ministry workers and members of Pure-blood families and certain organizations that were not very tolerant towards Muggles. Reischer seemed to follow the policy of "wizards first" which rather meant "Pure-bloods first". It turned out that the neglect to repair the damage done by magic in the shopping centre in July last year and the exposure to magic, although limited, wasn't the first one.
So now, Aylin, with the help of Alex, had to sort out this mess. Although she was officially called personal assistant, Alex's job was more like the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic at the British Ministry. Essentially, she was second-in-command and the person Aylin trusted the most.
Alex had just returned from a meeting with two members of the Committee on Magical Creatures and one member of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad discussing an incident involving several Bundimuns in Potsdam which had been resolved several hours ago. Aylin wanted regular updates on such events likely out of a personal obligation to prove herself to be better than Reischer which Alex thought wasn't remotely necessary as she was not only better than him in every sense but probably the best and most dedicated German Federal Minister for Magic of all time.
Alex sank into her chair and closed her eyes. With the flick of her wand, she summoned a bottle of Fire Whiskey and let it slip some into her conjured glass. It would only be a matter of moments until the next memo arrived so she might as well enjoy this small moment.
A knock on the door made her sit up straight. Clearing her throat, she said:
"Come in,"
Her eyes widened at the sight of the man standing in the doorway. With a bright smile Alex jumped up, ran around her desk and threw herself into David's arms.
"Oh, I've missed you!" she whispered into his ear.
They let go of one another and David looked around her office.
"Wow, it's nice… and almost as big as mine," he grinned earning a light punch in his arm.
"So, how are you?"
"I'm good," Alex said, "really good. I like the work. How are you coming along?"
"Oh, I don't know. I'm not really the right guy for an office job. I'd like to go out in the field a little more. But it's great to actually doing something to strengthen the new relationship our two societies have now."
Alex looked down. Taking a short glance at her schedule, she turned back to him.
"But you're not just here to visit me, are you?"
He shook his head.
"I'm a witness too, remember? I will testify today as well. Shall we go together?"
Alex nodded and the two of them strode out of her office and along the corridor.
"I like your new look by the way," David said regarding her hair which was now at shoulder-length. Alex smiled.
"It makes you look…"
She raised her eyebrows.
"Older?"
"Formal," he said smiling.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head but kept smiling.
"I've met an uncle of mine a while ago," Alex said. "Albert Brandt. He invited me to see his family, well, and my extended family I guess, so we could get to know one another. To come home as he said… I'm not sure whether I'm really coming home. England has been my home for as long as I can remember. And I'm not sure whether I should trust him. He definitely seems to not really reject his father's ideology."
"Well," David said, "the best way to know for sure is to accept the invitation and see for yourself."
Alex nodded somewhat absentmindedly. They had reached the elevator and went down to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement where the court rooms lay.
"Did you hear that Muggle press and witnesses were also called to the hearing?"
Alex nodded.
"I actually helped in organising that. After all, it concerns them and now when we don't hide anymore, they deserve to know the true story."
David shook his head.
"I wonder how that will impact the internet with all its conspiracy theories… how many ridiculous stories will be checked now for a magical origin?"
The wizarding high court was called the Hexenthie and its head was the Oberster Hexenmeister, the Chief Warlock, Alla Pietsch, daughter of Franziska Pietsch, the predecessor of Thomas Reischer. She would be leading the procedure.
"Miss Brandt, did you know Mr. Degenhard before the incident at the shopping centre?" Madam Pietsch asked.
"No."
She wondered whether her family's connection to the Degenhard family via marriage had triggered that question from the Chief Warlock. The Brandts were known to have dealt with Anti-Muggle movements in the past after all.
"How did the duel between you, Mr. Reed and Mr. Degenhard begin?"
"I actually didn't engage in Mr. Degenhard directly, I defended myself against one of his associates, I don't know his name. They seized us as we were wearing Muggle clothing and wanted to abduct us along with three other Muggles. But David resisted and freed himself from his captor, Mr. Degenhard. The wizards holding the Muggles disapparated and David and I drew our wands to keep the two remaining wizards at bay. We counted on Aurors to arrive as soon as magic had been detected but they never came. And then Mr. Degenhard and his companion charged at us and we defended ourselves."
"Can you describe the course of the duel?"
"I attempted to first disarm him and then to stun him but both attempts failed. He tried to use a curse or spell on me but I deflected it with the Shield Charm. He then used some kind of exploding spell that missed me and hit the fire-extinguisher – that's a cylindrical device that Muggles use to put out small fires. The pressure released from the device knocked me unconscious. When I awoke again, David had kneeled by my side to help me up and I noticed that a huge explosion had hit the ground behind David and there was rubble and smoke everywhere. Our adversaries had disapparated. Muggles had started to panic and some had been hit by stray spells. Since no Aurors came and the Muggle Police was arriving, David and I decided to disapparate in order to maintain secrecy."
"Did it cross your mind to report the attack in the shopping centre to local wizarding authorities?"
"Well, since they should have acted out of their own accord but didn't, we thought it would be a waste of time since they clearly didn't bother or were instructed not to act. I might add that we were aware of the conservative government under Thomas Reischer."
Madam Pietsch nodded.
"Thank you, Miss Brandt, you may go."
Alex nodded and joined Aylin at the audience benches. An aide rushed to the door and accompanied David to the witness chair.
"Please state your full name," Madam Pietsch said.
"David Reed."
"Right before the duel happened, you and Miss Brandt were heading towards the parking garage. Why?"
"Because we thought we could disapparate without being detected."
"When the members of the GHW seized you and Miss Brandt, you freed yourselves from them, didn't you?"
"Yes. I actually gave away a defensive charge forcing Mr. Degenhard to release me. I thought, if I could hold them off, we could still let the Aurors catch someone. But the Aurors never appeared, so we were forced to duel it out."
"Please describe the duel."
"Mr. Degenhard fired a curse at me which I deflected. His next spell missed me hitting a wall causing nearby Muggles to flee in panic. I conjured up a fiery robe which he transfigured into smoke. That's when a spell missed Alex and hit the fire-extinguisher and she was knocked out. Mr. Degenhard used my brief distraction to cast a powerful spell which I couldn't defend myself against. It sent me flying about a meter into the main hall of the shopping centre. I managed to get on my feet again. That's when I noticed the body lying near the crater and the smartphone the man was holding. I summoned the phone and kept it with me. Mr. Degenhard and the other person were nowhere to be found. Then I helped Ms. Brandt on her feet and, hearing the police arriving, we disapparated."
"Because you didn't have the capacity to deal with the damage yourself?"
"Yes ma'am. No wizarding authorities had arrived and it was clear to us that whoever should have given the order to send a reversal squad or the like was either careless or had some kind of agenda. Apart from that, Alex and I were not only unexperienced, we also were only two against a whole police unit plus a dozen consumers and employees in the shopping centre."
Madam Pietsch threw an evaluating glance at David.
Finally she said:
"Thank you, Mr. Reed."
The small cafeteria was in a corner of the lobby of the Federal Ministry. David and Alex were sitting at one of the tables while having coffee.
"They're letting Muggle witnesses testify as well, I hear," David said impressed.
"Indeed, and the evidence provided by several smartphone videos," Alex added.
"What do you think of Degenhard?" David asked her.
Alex looked down.
"The first time I spoke to him, he tried to manipulate me. And I wonder how influential he was within the GHW. We still don't know who the leader is. And there are still members out there. Perhaps it's even bigger than we thought."
Suddenly, David looked up.
"There's a message for you," he said pointing at an owl that was soaring straight for their table. It landed on the it and dropped a letter. While the owl flew away again, Alex tended to the letter. David had guessed correctly: the letter bore the seal of the Brandt's, a wand around which a fiery snake was slithering, an Ashwinder.
Alex quickly opened it and began to read the letter to David:
Dear Alexandra,
We are pleased to learn that you have found such an excellent position to help witches and wizards through this new age that is dawning. As a noble member of the House of Brandt, my wife Gunhild and I would like to invite you to our estate, the Brandt Residence in Hamburg next Thursday.
Yours sincerely,
Theobald Brandt
Alex looked up at David who was regarding the letter curiously.
"If this keeps coming, I might as well start a collection," Alex commented dryly.
"So…" said David, "your family is inviting you."
Alex nodded.
"I haven't come to know many of them…on my father's side at least. Dad has been, well…outcast by some of them. Technically, Uncle Albert is now the heads of the House of Brandt, even though my grandfather is still alive. And now that I've come here, they all want to meet me…and possibly win me over or something."
He fumbled with the letter in her hands.
"I..I don't know why. I mean, I wasn't even born here. And they're acting as if I was returning from exile or something."
"Do you think they'd want to turn you against your father?" David mused.
Alex looked at him shocked. Although the thought did cross her mind for the few minutes she had talked to Uncle Albert, hearing it from her oldest friend still made her cringe.
"You don't like to believe that," David deduced.
She shook her head and smacked her lips.
He cleared his throat.
"I…er…I need to dash, I'm afraid. Shacklebolt needs me this evening."
They both rose kind of awkwardly.
Alex accompanied David to the Portkey Office. She watched as he vanished along with an old bucket. She knew why he had gone so abruptly. He knew she wanted to be alone with her thoughts on that. This was something she needed to sort out for herself. Folding the letter and putting it in her robe, she went into her office to grab her winter cloak.
The street she apparated on was busy. Muggle commuters strode along the pavement as snow began to fall. Clutching her cloak to her neck, Alex started to march through the thin layer of snow. People were still flinching when a witch or wizard suddenly appeared out of thin air but they seemed to get used to it quickly. The bar she was heading for was right on the corner.
Inside, Alex sat down at the bar. Pulling out a bit of Muggle money, she ordered a glass of some Muggle alcohol. She took a sip and frowned. That stuff was dull! Almost not worthy of being called alcohol. She longed for some Firewhiskey or that Amarican drink that Julia liked so much…what was it called again? Gigglewater.
Taking out the letter again, Alex reread it but actually, she was merely staring at the lines than truly digesting their meaning. She knew them anyway. A voice caught her attention. It came from the TV where the First channel's evening news was just beginning.
"Starting today," the news anchor informed them,"the website of the Federal Ministry of Magic will inform the public on coexisting magical creatures such as Goblins, Vampires or Centaurs but also the more dangerous creatures, plants or magical illnesses such as the bites of Werewolves or Doxies or the luring laugh of an Erkling…"
"Still hard to believe all that is real," a young man next to her said in a Berlin accent, "even though it has been two months already."
Alex nodded slowly, her chin in her arms.
"I know what you mean."
She could see from the corner of her eye that he was gazing at her. She turned to him and saw that he was actually hot.
He looked at her cloak.
"You are…you're a sorceress, aren't you?"
"Witch," she said. "Sorcerer and sorceress are titles."
She stretched out a hand.
"Alexandra Brandt. You can call me Alex."
He took it.
"Carsten Mohnhaupt. Do you work at that ministry?"
"Yeah. But it's only been a while. I travelled before that."
His face lid up.
"Oh, really? Where did you go?"
"France, Egypt, China, Australia, Brazil, the US…around the world actually."
"That must have been easy being a witch."
She smiled.
"It was quicker than taking a plane, yeah?"
"Did you teleport or did you take a broomstick?"
He grinned and she chuckled.
"Oh man, our worst hidden secret. No, I apparated. That's what it's called…you know…teleporting. We call it Apparating."
"Ah," he made nodding understandingly.
She took out her want and refilled her glass with water which earned her a frowning look from the barman and leaning towards the young Muggle.
"And what do you do, Carsten?"
"Oh, I'm studying at the Humboldt University here," he said. "History. But I guess, we quite missed out on some points."
They shared a laugh.
"But seriously," Carsten said, "did they get any actual witches back than during the inquisition and the witch hunts?"
Alex's face became thoughtful. Gosh, he was curious. Well, who wouldn't be if they actually encountered a witch?
"Sometimes," she said. "But mostly, they killed innocent women based on their crude understanding of magic. Some of their beliefs would actually not make any sense to us. That was one of the reasons we wizards decided to go underground. There were two factions back then, 1692: the more militant ones who wanted to fight non-magical people, not only because they were rounding up potential witches but also because they saw what they were planning, especially Europeans. The other side wanted to be completely separate from Muggles – that's what we call non-magical people. Why help them when they won't care for us? Let their problems be their problems. In the end, they were the majority. But of course, in one way or another, paths crossed over the centuries. The hate towards non-magical people was strong at the time. But times change. And you change. So we decided to expose ourselves again."
Carsten had listened to her and was looking at the bar table in front of him.
"When I saw the reports for the first time, I thought it would be a canard or Fake News. But then, the news kept reporting on this and I thought: Wow! This is actually happening… it's a lot to take in, I mean…dragons, centaurs, goblins…wands and stuff…"
Alex looked at him. He was kinda cute musing about his experiences. This gave her an idea…
"Would you like to see more?" she said. He looked her in the eye.
"Hell yeah!" he said.
He paid and together they went outside. They walked for a bit until they came across an art shop where a wooden model of a person could be seen in the shop window. Alex put out her wand and pointed it at the model. It sprang to life and began to clop from one side of the display to the other. Carsten laughed at that.
"That's only a minor charm," Alex said, "for fun. There is much more that we can do."
Carsten looked at her wand.
"But you can't just learn it, can you?" he said. With a sad smile, she shook her head.
"This isn't Doctor Strange. You have to be born magical, otherwise you cannot perform it. That doesn't mean your parents have to be a witch or a wizards as well, though."
He nodded. Alex looked at him. Damn, she wanted to do more with him. But she didn't know how he would respond to her kind of love life. Most witches and wizards didn't really think much of it but she knew Muggles were quite different on that subject. They walked on for a while and Alex learned that his family was based in Berlin for more than a century. When the country had been divided so had parts of his family. They hadn't managed to get into West-Berlin hen the wall had been erected. He had a younger brother who was 12 years of while he himself was 22.
They reached at a hall of residence.
"This is where I live at the moment," Carsten said. Alex reached into her pocket and pulled out a card.
"This is my address," she said. He took it. She looked down, then stated quite bluntly:
"Carsten, I think you should know that I am very open about relationships and that I don't mind whether it is a man or a woman or anything in between."
He nodded.
"That's okay," he said.
Alex chuckled at that.
"Okay."
They looked at each other for a moment.
"So…" he said, "'till next time?"
She nodded.
"Yeah. You can call me at work."
He raised his eyebrows.
"You have phones?"
He tilted her head.
"Now we do. At least at the department where I work."
He smiled and went inside with the card still in his hand. She watched him go and went ahead. He really was cute. She had actually held back this time which was not her way at all. Normally she was really straight forward in what she actually wanted and in most cases it seemed to work. A good hard fuck, a nice cuddle, or simply enjoying each other's company; there were many kinds of relationships. Alex was surprised that it had gone on with Aylin for so long. Perhaps she was now ready for longer relationships. But a long-time relationship with only one person? Where was the fun in that? There was so much out there, so many different preferences, so many different people who loved different things, who liked it slow or fast, calm or passionate. Women gave a different experience than men. There was a different…flair about women though. And each of these new experiences gave her a new perspective on things.
Taking a few more steps she eventually made a little turn with her feet and vanished into thin air.
Hamburg
Alex was surprised to find the Brandt Residence right in the middle of a Muggle street. Surely, even now after wizards had shown themselves, the house was till enchanted with Anti-Muggle Protection Spells meaning that only witches and wizards could see it. After waiting at the front door for a few minutes, a House-elf opened. She seemed to be middle-aged, as far as House-elves went, and had a surprisingly small nose for her species.
"Mistress Alexandra, I presume?" she said with a bow.
Alex cringed at the words.
"Just Alex," she said simply. "Who are you?"
"I'm Gislie."
She walked into the corridor with Gislie tipping after her.
"Shall I take the lady's coat please?" she asked respecting Alex's wishes to not call her mistress but nonetheless addressing her in a formal manner.
"No, thanks, it's part of the dress code. And it's a blazer," Alex replied.
She marched through the corridor confidently. Gislie now took the lead and Alex followed her up the stairs into a large drawing room. In the centre of the room, right in front of the dining table, stood four people: Theobald Brandt, a rather friendly looking man who was 66 years old; his wife Gunhild who was 67 years old and looked rather strict and their son Markus who was 43 and looked like one of those handsome young men of the 1950s that Alex had once seen in a Muggle picture.
Theobald stepped forward.
"Alexandra," he said, "wonderful to finally meet you. This is my wife, Gunhild."
The two women shook hands.
"And that is our son Markus."
Alex shook Markus's hand and noticed that the checked her up and down and seemed quite fond of her. The reputation of how families like hers liked to keep their bloodlines "pure" flashed in her mind. Alex looked him in the eye and decided that she would rather marry a cat than to enter that kind of a relationship with her cousin.
Theobald indicated them all to sit and Alex sat across from Markus while his parents sat across from each other.
"So, Alexandra," Uncle Theobald began, "how is your new job at the Federal Ministry?"
"How do you know about it?" Alex asked sharply.
"It's not hard to figure out," her uncle said simply.
"It's very satisfying," Alex said. "We have a lot of stuff to do, especially repairing the damage that Reischer left behind, so it's challenging but that's good."
Theobald lowered his head for a moment and, starting to help himself to the meat that Gislie was now serving them, he spoke again.
"Did you know that I, along with several others, was against casting Friedrich out?"
Alex stopped with her fork half-way up to her mouth and stared at her uncle who smiled knowingly.
"But Albert…is not the kind of person to question his father. He respects him, he says, but I'd rather suspect he fears him too. And as he was now the head of the family, he could not possibly choose any other way."
"I always had the impression that father didn't want to remain here in the first place," Alex said sincerely. "After what he had been through."
"And he is not the only one, my dear."
Uncle Theobald sighed and leaned back.
"The House of Brandt is the most ancient pure-blood family of the entire German speaking region."
He gestured to the wall opposite of him and Alex saw a gigantic coat of arms could be seen: it showed a wand around which a fiery snake was slithering. Under the coat of arms was a vast family tree and, at the very beginning, Alex could see a familiar name.
"Albert Brandt I.," Theobald said, "founder of our family. The family of Ashwinders and Fiendfyre…"
Alex looked at the crest with much distain.
"There were two kinds of Brandt," her uncle continued, "those who did what father said…and those who listened to what father said. We are the latter. And so is your father."
Alex looked back to her uncle. Theobald glanced at her in a serious way.
"We cannot repeat the mistakes of the past and there has to be a time to let go. Do not judge us solely because of our last name, Alex. We must focus our efforts on the wider issues. The world is drifting and where to we must yet see. But I fear this House might see its final days when we do not burn the past but let it consume us. And in an entirely different light I quote a man my father once served: the old ways serve us no longer."
Talk show with Anna Weber
Alex had never been on a talk show before. Of course she hadn't. She had seen some on TV as her parents owned one. Now she was sitting in a chair with four other people and the host, a 50 year old woman names Anna Weber. The opening tunes for her show were just sounding and, with a smile that seemed friendly but also practised, the host greeted the audience:
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I'm happy that you're here, welcome to the show."
The audience in the studio cheered and applauded.
"The world was irritated and then shocked about a month ago," Anna Weber continued, "as in every nation world leaders announced that witches and wizards had been living underground for more than 300 years and had now decided to show themselves to the world again. What's more, many world leaders also seemed to have had regular contact with wizarding representatives over the centuries. What this means, for our past and for our future, that's what we're here to talk about in our debate the revelation of wizardkind - what will change now? and with me are the following guests:
Alexandra Brandt, General Secretary of the newly-founded MNP, the Magical and Non-magical Party; Hans Niebler, from the CSU, member of the Bundestag; Ilse Seidel, from the Left Party, also a member of the Bundestag; Markus Gründer, a historian at the University of Hamburg and finally, Cardinal Gottfried Wetter, Archbishop of Cologne."
Again applause from the audience as Ms. Weber turned to Alex to pose her first question:
"Miss Brandt, the magical community has decided to come out of their 300-year-old hiding. Why now?"
"Because we believe that we can help the non-magical community in many areas," Alex replied. "And, in the eyes of many witches and wizards, it is something we should have done much sooner, perhaps we shouldn't have gone underground in the first place. I certainly believe that we can accomplish many good things if we work together. There are problems which can be easily solved using magic. However, there are also things that won't be helpful and where we have to work together. But perhaps these different perspectives can be of use as well."
"And what are these areas in which you aim to be helpful? You are the General Secretary of the MNP, Ms. Brandt. What does your party strive for?"
Alex shifted a little in her seat getting more comfortable.
"Well, there are several problems which we see and which the current government has done little to solve: there is the unemployment rate which has increased, for instance. Yet, the chancellor still presents Germany as a country in which we live well, she is ignoring that! We can help there in some cases and, what makes us different – as you will come to see soon, we are actually willing to do something instead of stating slogans just before elections. In fact, we are already doing it. That's why we've come out of hiding in the first place: to change things for the better."
The greying, fat Mr. Niebler from the CSU scoffed.
"Listen, young lady," he said presumptuously, "before you make such daring predictions, you should gain a few years of political experience in order to judge the situation. I can assure you, the Great Coalition has already looked into the prob – cough, cough!"
His last words were suffocated by a heave coughing, no doubt from the extensive smoking he had done as Alex had found out from research.
"Here, let me help you, Mr. Niebler," Alex said and pulled her wand out. Pointing it at Mr. Nieblers throat, she said:
"Anapneo!"
The elderly conservative man could breathe freely again at once. He froze for a moment and stared at the wand in Alex's hand as did nearly everyone else in the studio.
"And no, Mr. Niebler," Alex said calmly putting her wand away, "I have all the experience I need. The experience of the people. And the people want a change. They want something different. And we will give it to them."
Several members of the audience had made whoa as Alex had performed the spell and a number of them were now applauding and laughing.
"Mrs. Seidel," Weber asked the Left Party politician, "your party has, like all the established parties at first, observed the activities of the MNP with scepticism. Now you are saying that you would support their program."
"I would say so, indeed," Mrs. Seidel said. "I say right now that, if the MNP does manage to win in the states and at the federal level, we'd like to extend our hand towards a coalition. We need a strong unity of left politics."
"Mrs Seidel, we are not left," Alex said, "nor are we right. We are something new. I do have to say that many of your concepts are promising, but we aim to go further than that. We aim to help those who need help, not only by making better laws but go to them and use our methods as best we can, something that none of you are able to accomplish, frankly. And we'll stick to that. We don't make empty promises. Never!"
"In the past 300 years," Ms. Weber said, "the viewpoint of witches and wizards and magic has often led to suspicion and violence. Even today, there are witch hunts in Africa and in parts of the Arab World. Here in Europe, the church and religion played a big role in the treatment of alleged witches. Miss Brandt, the Federal Ministry of Magic has stated that only in a few cases real witches and wizards were actually caught – "
"That's right," Alex replied.
" – but that was nonetheless one reason as to why the wizarding community chose to go into hiding in the end. Cardinal Wetter, Just a few days ago, the Pope spoke of the witch hunts as, quote, a grave injustice, which the churches and many of their representatives are guilty of. Now that witches and wizards have proven to exist, hat is the current stance of the church towards them?"
The cardinal began his reply with a short sigh before saying.
"What has been done in the name of God and in the name of the church was a mistake that should never have been made. We will of course welcome any witch or wizard into our communities should they wish so."
"I'd like to point out," Alex added, "that the Italian Minister for Magic already had an audience with the Pope and we are striving for a good relationship with the church."
Berlin
Aylin moaned. Her entire body trembled with a freeing pleasure as her little Alex explored her body with her lips and tongue. And Alex loved it! Aylin had a gorgeously sexy body. With two fingers inside her lover, Alex reached up again after having tasted Aylin's juicy nectar. She finally came to her breasts which had been her destination repeatedly, taking turns on each and suckled on them as if she was starving. Aylin looked down at her and stroked her head lovingly.
"Yes, take it all in, my baby, drink it all up" Aylin cooed between moans. "Aaah! You know, if you keep doing that – ahhh! – you might actually drink milk from them soon – ahhh!"
Alex actually already had experienced that a long while ago when she was in Brazil. She put another finger inside her and Aylin screamed.
"Ah! Yes! Yes! Aah! Fuck! Yes! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
She panted heavily and smiled at Alex who was still sucking, now harder. Oh gosh, she needed it too. Aylin got up and now threw Alex on her back and began exploring her body. Her full, not small breasts, her belly until she reached her pussy. Alex's mind ceased to work! A stream of passionate energy seemed to flow through her and she lost herself. She felt Aylin's tongue within her and she was good, so good that it was almost pleasantly unbearable!
"Ooh! Aah! Yes! Aylin, keep going, oh god! Yes, yes! Yeees!"
She came and how she came!
Aylin reappeared between her legs licking her lips. They embraced and lay together on their bed. After a while, Alex reached down again and rested her head on Aylin's tits occasionally suckling them.
"Don't you still have that lactation potion you bought when you were in Lübeck?" Aylin asked her. Alex looked up smirking.
"Didn't think you were the kinky type, Aylin," she said.
"You don't know me, girl," Aylin grinned and kissed Alex on her forehead and her lips. Their tongues met. Then Aylin got up and pulled Alex with her to the bathroom. Using the Water-Making-Spell, Aylin filled the tub which, like the interior of the bathroom itself, had been enlarged. After adding magically created soap-bubbles and foam to the water, the two women got in and Aylin added one final quality to the water by charming it so that it would wash them on its own accord. Relaxing in the warm water and cuddling, Aylin and Alex enjoyed it thoroughly.
It was when they had just dressed themselves that a voice called out from Aylin's Two Way Mirror.
"Madam Minister, Madam Minister, can you hear me?"
Aylin and Alex hurried to the mirror. On the other side was Birgit Pfeiffer, Minister for Magic of Saxony.
"What is it?" Aylin asked.
"A hostel for asylum seekers in Bautzen has been set on fire a couple of minutes ago. Shall I send for people to diminish the flames?"
"Have your people on standby," Aylin said, "I'm going there myself."
She closed the mirror. Alex stared at her.
"You're actually going there?"
Aylin collected her cloak.
"Do you think I just sit there when I have the ability to do something quickly? The Muggle fire brigade needs time to arrive there, it might be too late by then. Wanna come with me?"
Alex looked at Aylin for a second and nodded determinedly.
Bautzen, Saxony
"The hostel was scheduled to be ready by March," Minister Pfeiffer informed Aylin and Alex who had directly apparated to the site. The roof truss was on fire.
"Let's act quickly," Aylin said pulling out her wand, poplar and unicorn hair, 14 inches. Alex pulled out her wand a well but before they could spread out, they heard someone approaching.
Three men were striding towards them. Grinning, they looked up at the flames.
"Whoever did this deserved a medal," one of them commented, "just let this place rod, eh? We don't need any of that lot in here."
Aylin turned towards the men. Alex and Madame Pfeiffer raised their wands towards the roof of the hostel.
"Did you do this?" she asked them.
"Nah, didn't come up with the idea myself, sadly." They were now near enough that each party could see the other's faces. The men frowned.
"Who are you then?" one of them asked, "Get out of our town, we ain't want no foreigners here!"
"Hang on," the second one said, slowly eying Aylin's wand. "I know ya! You're this nutter from that magic office, aren't ya?"
"Aguamenti!", Alex and Madame Pfeiffer said and water shot out of their wands. Although they had perfectly aimed for the two sides of the building, the wind let the streams flow off course.
"Oi! Don't do that!" The third guy called out making a step towards the group of wizards. Aylin raised her wand.
"Stay where you are!", she said. Out of the darkness, she could make out several figures coming closer to the site. Laughter could be heard along with joyful chanting as if the bystanders were happy to see the flames.
The first guy pulled out a knife from his pocket.
"Whatcha gonna do, eh? Spray me with water?" He laughed and made an attempt to simulate casting spells waving about with his knife. "Abracadabra!" he said mockingly.
"I would be careful on how to pronounce that," Aylin mumbled. With a quick flick of her wand, the knife flew out of the guy's hand and Aylin caught it. The three men were stunned. Some other people were now reaching the scene and Alex saw one man approaching her ready to toss her aside to stop her from putting out the fire.
"Back off, everyone," Aylin shouted, "or else I'll make you back off!"
They were now clearly outnumbered as the circle was drawn closer around them.
"Alert you men," Aylin told Pfeiffer and she reached into her robes producing a small mirror.
One guy charged running towards Aylin who waved her wand conjuring thick robes which ensnared the man causing him to stumble. Another came running towards Alex and she stunned him. Then sirens roared in the distance and at the same time, one pop after another signalled the appearance of about twenty witches and wizards. The group became nervous as the first fire truck arrived accompanied by a police car. One officer got out of his car and, using a megaphone, called out to the onlookers:
"Everyone stand back now!"
A large group of the onlookers backed off indeed but others, enough to block the fire truck, got together to form a barrier.
"Burn it down! Burn it down!" they chanted.
"Yo, let it burn, they don't need to come here!" a voice shouted. Aylin nodded to Madame Pfeiffer and she gave instructions to the unit of the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol:
"Shield, now!"
One by one, Hit Witches and Wizards apparated in the square in front of the hostel and around the fire trucks. Using their wands, they formed a magical barrier and began to march forward increasing the barrier while using spells to draw off the crowd. Finally, the entire area was protected by a shield dome that let nobody through. Meanwhile, Alex noticed that journalists had filmed the event. The police officer was approaching Aylin.
"Thank you, Madam Minister!" he said. "You've been a great help."
"Anytime," Aylin said. "That's what we're here for. To get things done."
Berlin
Carsten Mohnhaupt stood thoughtfully at the entrance to the Federal Ministry of Magic. He hadn't dared to enter as he wasn't sure whether he was allowed. Many thing and customs of this magical society were still a mystery to him though he longed to learn more about them from Miss Brandt, this friendly witch who worked here. He had called her just minutes earlier and she had joyfully announced that she wanted to show him something.
Then she came! Sporting red robes and a cloak and a fitting hat, she came to him. Carsten noticed that she was carrying something.
"Hi," she said.
"Hey. So you do fly on broomsticks."
She smiled brightly.
"Yeah, we do. This one is special. It can carry two people. It's way more comfortable than apparating. Can I take you for a ride?"
Carsten beamed.
"I'd love that!"
Alex let go of the broom and it positioned itself perfectly for both of them to mount it. Alex got onto the broom and directed Carsten to sit behind her.
"Whoa!" he exclaimed as his behind hit the invisible cushion that every modern broom was equipped with.
"It's a Cushioning Charm," Alex explained, "To make the ride a little smoother."
She pushed off the ground and the broom soared into the air. Carsten screamed with delight as they rose higher into the air. Latching around Alex's waist with his hands, he let his head rest on her shoulders.
"This is fantastic!" he screamed as the wind roared around them. Alex smiled and leaning in a little closer and the broom increased in speed. Within minutes they had reached the outskirts of the capital and were flying above suburbs and meadows. Alex let the broom down and they landed on the edge of a field with brown, dried out grass. Alex looked up into the sky.
"A full moon," she sated. Carsten looked a little alarmed.
"Don't worry," Alex chuckled, "I'm not going to show you werewolves! No, there are other creatures which come out at full moon."
She kneeled down and Carsten followed her. Watching the field, Alex waited. The minutes passed by. Then –
"There's one," Alex whispered pointing to the middle of the field where a small creature had appeared. It had a very long neck and bulging eyes, a pale grey skin and flat feet.
"Mooncalves," Alex whispered as another one appeared. The two animals ere circling each other before the one on the right started bouncing up and down with its hind legs. The other one followed. Moving elegantly, the two animals continued to dance in a precise pattern across the field.
"Wow," Carsten breathed out, "it's beautiful!"
Alex nodded.
"Their dance forms unique geometric patterns in the field," she explained. "It's how they mate."
They watched the show a little while longer. Then they retreated carefully. Walking down a nearby street,
"I saw you on TV a few days ago," Carsten mentioned. "You delivering some crushing arguments against this mummy, Niebler."
"Thanks," Alex said.
"And you made quite an impact! According to the polls at the ZDF Politbarometer, you're the most popular politician now!"
Alex tilted her head.
"Well, that may only be temporarily. And that's not what I care about anyway. I can sit at hundreds of talks show making bold and radical arguments but it won't change anything if we don't go out on the streets and help people. Help those who really need it. Then we can truly change the country! Provide a better life more many people."
"There are three state elections on March 13," Carsten. "Will your party run?"
"Of course we will," Alex said. "But we will not only run, we will do stuff. I can promise you election unlike any other. And not just here, but everywhere!"