An hour later, Harry and Kingsley were standing at the side of a stage that had formed itself upon Harry's wish. The more permanent inhabitants of the room moved there way towards the front of the stage, away from the refreshment tables and restrooms. Harry noticed that the crowd seemed anxious for his speech, even though very few of them could see him. Harry had been right in assuming that more than anything they wanted information.

After he came back, he had pulled several people aside. People who looked frazzled, but not paranoid. All of them people who would trust him if he said he was in the order. One of these people had been Edward Tonks, so was kind enough to help Harry understand exactly what the dead remembered about their deaths.

"I know I was hit by a green light," Ed discussed, "and that I was dead. And I know that a fair amount of time has passed. But quite frankly, I have no idea where I am, or why I survived. By the sounds of it, Harry Potter's not so special anymore 'cause a whole lot of us were killed by Avada Kedavra." Ed seemed to catch himself "Not that I don't like Harry Potter!" he had rushed to say, "I was only making a joke!"

Harry had given the old man a smile. "I understood, it's alright."

He now stood next to the stage, looking over the notes of the speech, wondering if he should've told Ed to look for his daughter. If he should have indulged the man with his identity. He shook his head and came back to the bullet points that he was about to read from.

Introduce self

Discuss situation

Clarify date

Acknowledge lack of current information and schedule of historical context

Historians will give speeches

Pamphlets will be available

Any broad questions about the situation can be placed into feeder boxes and will be answered in our next several addresses to the group

Staff is for immediate and safety related

Thank you for your patience

He looked out to the large crowd. The noise had died down as many of them were only whispering, and the majority of them were still in the viewing area. He walked slowly up the steps, onto the stage, and towards the podium which had appeared a few moments ago. He was not disguised this time, so many people who saw him gave audible gasps. Whispers began again as the discussion of the boy who lived filled the room.

Harry waited for the surprise to die, then began his speech. He looked out into the crowd as he discussed their fate. He caught the eyes of Nymphadora Tonks, who was easy to spot, and noticed that she was standing next to her husband Remus Lupin. After checking his notes again, he looked back up at the couple. They were smiling at him, and their grins caused Harry to stumble over the next couple sentences and look back to his notes to retrieve himself.

He distinctly avoided looking for the pink hair this time, and instead went back to aimlessly scanning the room. He was able to make it through most of the speech, only noticing Molly's brothers Fabian and Gideon Prewett. However, while discussing where the feeder boxes for questions would be placed, Harry met eyes the same color as his. His voice caught in his throat, as his mother's face came into focus. She gave him a teary smile, causing Harry to smile back. She was there in the crowd. She was alive. She was looking right at him, no longer through any sort of picture or charmed mirror.

Kingsley gave a slight cough, jolting Harry back to his notes.

"Sorry!" he exclaimed, scanning for the information on his notecard. "Lastly the ministry would like to thank you very much for your extended patience that we will ask of you until we know how to send you home without causing an emergency." Harry gave a brief nod and walked off the stage. His eyes were tearing up at the thought of his mother, and his gaze was wandering the crowd again, unable to find her as he walked down the stairs.

"I was hoping that wouldn't happen," Kingsley said with a bit of a laugh, "But I couldn't help but smile. Who did you see?"

"First Remus and Tonks, then the Prewitt Brother." Harry absentmindedly scanned the crowd as he talked, "And I also saw my parents if you didn't notice. Well, I guess I just saw my mom, but it was enough to nearly knock me over."

"I think just about everyone noticed that one Harry," Kinsley chuckled.

Harry noticed a pink blob of hair moving towards him, but soon didn't care as saw his mother's face moving faster. With a glance at Kingsley, and an approving nod, Harry moved towards the mob of people, and into her arms.

"You look just like your father!" She exclaimed as her arms wrapped around Harry. The hug felt perfect. His mother's arms were closed neatly around him, warm and enveloping. Not quite like Molly Weasley's, but somehow better in their carefulness.

"What did you do to your head?!" Lily Potter asked suddenly, as she stepped back to look at her son.

"What?" Harry asked, reaching up to find something abnormal. Nothing felt out of the ordinary or bruised. Kingsley had removed all disguise charms before he had walked onto the stage in order to receive the most rallying effect from the public. He felt over the familiar scar on his forehead, and down to his neck.

Lily gave him an odd look. "The scar," she whispered gently.

Harry squinted at her, still not understanding which scar she was talking about, he felt around his neck, and nearly began explaining why he had choke marks from a necklace when his mother spoke up again.

"This one," She pointed right at Harry's famous lightning bolt scar. She had died Voldemort had killed him. She would have no idea about the scar that made him so famous. No understanding of why he was the ministry member who spoke to them, not the minister of magic. Why he could talk to his family while the ministry was being expected to work as normal. Why he had security guards several yards away that were protecting him from those who he did not know, but who were very thankful for his work.

"Oh this," he said, rubbing the lightning bolt, "I'll explain later."

He gave her another hug as Tonks came out from between two people, Remus right behind her. Harry gave both parties tight hugs as tears glistened all their cheeks.

"How's Teddy?" Tonks asked quickly.

"He's fine," Harry said, "He, well not feeling to well right now, but he's fine. He's doing better."

Before Remus and Tonks could ask more questions, James Potter was heard above the din of noise.

"MY SON!" He was attempting to sneak between guards who seemed to suddenly notice who he was and allowed him to break free. Remus turned to face James as well, his face reflecting a similar amount of shock as Harry's.

"You're alive." he said.

James stopped running to Harry, noticing his best friend. "Hadn't noticed," He smirked before continuing towards Harry and engulfing him in a hug.

The two held each other close, and Harry began to cry into his father's chest. Lily wrapped her arms around the two of them, and together they sunk to the floor, surrounded soon by Sirius, Remus, Tonks, and Fred. Harry still hadn't said more than a few words to any of them, but the pure joy seemed to resonate through the area.

Remus noticed Sirius, and the two hugged and came to tears. Remus began showing off his and his wife's wedding bands, and Sirius feigned fainting while Tonks boasted about finally getting the old fart to come around. Fred watched happily, knowing that soon his time would come, and glad to see that none of his family had joined him in his run to meet with Harry. If any of them had died, they'd be here by now.

On stage, a historian began to speak. The witch droned on, as those who had been dead the longest found their ways to the appearing seats. The rest of the crowd began to disperse away from Harry.

After several wordless minutes with his parents, 23 years of missed memories acknowledged between them, Harry broke away slowly and the three rows back to their feet. Harry looked around to find himself momentarily surrounded by his parents, Remus, and Sirius, just as he had been in the forest several years ago. He gave a smile as Fred and Tonks joined them again, happy to see Harry standing up.

"Harry," an apologetic Kingsley said from behind "I'm going to need you to get back to work. I'm sorry you can't stay here, heaven knows you deserve it more than most, but I really need your help. It's going to be a long night."

Harry nodded, and said a fairly lengthy goodbye that included three and a half hugs from his mother alone.

"Once you get the chance," Fred said, right as Harry was walking away, "Let my family know that I'm okay. Tell George that I'm sorry."

Harry gave them a nod and walked back to Kinsley. The minister of magic gave him a smile and began discussing a variety of ways in which they were thinking about notifying the public and organizing locations for the crowded room of people to leave to. Behind the pair, the chief economic advisors were working on contacting businesses who would be willing to offer jobs to those who had come back, in exchange for the ministry using their services to provide food, and shelter for them.

The day moved slowly for all high order ministry officials. Harry had not been the only one to break down and cry. Percy had come in that evening, had quickly began crying at the sight of his brother.

The secrecy of this job, while important, was torture. Harry alone had considered asking for permission to tell his wife, and Ron, both of whom had been allowed to know ministry secrets in the past. Percy had asked Kingsley himself if he could tell George Weasley, whose closest relation to ever having a high order ministry official was his brother. This request had been met with a kind 'no.' Several heads of department had been more successful in their requests, as they wanted to add deputies and assistants into the knowledge. Harry understood that this was necessary to complete their jobs, but also knew that Cynthia Lance, assistant to the head of magical housing, had lost a brother 6 years ago to Voldemort. He saw them crying together while he was leaving that day.

Security officials were under disguise charms in order to ensure that their jobs were performed correctly, as were highly popular ministry officials such as the Minister of Magic, Harry Potter, and (when she was there) Minerva McGonagall. Kingsley, while understanding of the procedure, didn't like that he had to walk straight past his previously deceased brother.

Those who had been dead began to dawn the name "the resurrected." The name, coined by the head of public relations, seemed to encompass all of three feelings about those who had come back, while admitting the least to their deaths. This made everyone involved more comfortable.