Harry flooed home at 1:30am. He hadn't been home in several days and nearly forgot how comfortable his living room seemed after a long day's work. He looked around before moving to the kitchen to grab a quick snack before going to bed. He had to be back to the ministry by 8:00 to go to a series of meetings before a possible press release that afternoon. A lot of the staff thought they should wait until they knew more, but the public relations department insisted to Kingsley that he needed to get ahead of the news and couldn't let the story leak. Harry knew that they were right, and all their reputations would be destroyed if they were caught hiding the resurrected for any amount of time.

"Harry?" The voice was a little more than a whisper as Harry climbed the stairs to his room. "Ginny let me stay up to see you. I fell asleep on the stairs."

Harry spotted Teddy laying on the carpet above the top step and gave him a small smile.

"It's too late to be awake." Harry said, picking his godson up slowly and carrying him towards his bedroom.

"Then what are you doing?" Teddy cuddled closer into Harry.

"I had a big day at work," Harry said, "How are you feeling?"

"I think I'm finally getting rid of my cold," Teddy said, before starting into a coughing fit that caused phlegm to fly onto Harry's neck and jacket. Harry rubbed Teddy's back and waited for the coughing to subside as he sat them down on Teddy's bed.

"I believe you, but that fit didn't convince me of much." Harry smiled, then let out a sigh. "Teddy, my heart is warmed by the fact that you waited up for me, but I'm going to be doing a lot of late nights this week, and your sleep is very important to me. When I'm at work I need to know that you're kicking this cold in the butt okay?"

Teddy nodded as Harry set him to sleep and helped him through his nightly routine of setting up his treatment system and preparing for tomorrow morning's potions. Harry watched Teddy fall into sleep. He didn't know how soon, but this boy was going to see his family. He was going to hold them. He was going to cry into them. He was going to know them, and Harry felt that it was part of his job as his godfather to make sure that Teddy wasn't coughing up as much phlegm when he was hugging them for the first time.

Harry tapped his sleeping wife on the shoulder as he gathered his pajamas.

"Harry?" She asked from what appeared to be a very light sleep "Yeah, hurry into bed, I've missed you." She curled back into her blankets.

"I know, and I've got bad news."

"You were supposed to be moving towards leaving your job!" Ginny sat up. "You told me that you would be able to leave within a month, once you were certain your deputy was up to the job."

Harry made to interrupt but was cut off.

"YOU were supposed to be on your way out of this job. For me. For Teddy. For our baby. We have been having a hell of a last four months between the cystic fibrosis and the pregnancy, you cannot be taking another long job. Another long trip. Another anything that will take more than a few days Harry. I could go into labor tomorrow and you need to be able to get there within two minutes. And you have to be coming from your office." She sighed. "You've been exhausted Harry. We've been exhausted. Our family can only handle so much of this."

Harry stared at the ferocity that rose from his exhausted wife.

"I'm not leaving ministry buildings," He started cautiously, "But I'm going to be gone for a while."

"How long?" Ginny asked skeptically.

"I have no idea but am helping answer that question in a meeting tomorrow." Harry pulled on his pajama shirt and sat down in bed.

"Can you at least keep me updated?" The exhaustion was more apparent in her voice. "I need to know when your home. You had gone radio silent on that mission and I didn't know if you were dead. I shouldn't be getting an owl from my brother, and Kingsley's not going to want me running in on you anymore." She sighed and laid back down in bed. Harry lay next to her and moved so that she was in his arms.

"I promise you that if it wasn't important, I would have said something, but we're on a high alert emergency level due the amount of ministry staff that are involved in this. I can't leave."

"What time are you leaving tomorrow morning?" She asked curling into his chest as best as her pregnant belly would allow.

"Eight Am." Harry heard Ginny sigh.

"You won't be home until late again?"

"Correct," Harry's eyes grew heavy "I'm gonna go to sleep now Ginny, I'm sorry."

"I love you" She yawned.

"Love you too."

Three hours into his shift the next day Harry was sitting in a meeting about which ministry officials would be at work on which days over the next several weeks. The room was just dark enough that several of the sleep deprived ministries found themselves beginning to doze off occasionally. Officials this high hadn't been in a scheduling meeting in years, some of them decades. This situation, however, seemed complicated enough to warrant it.

Harry glanced down at his phone. This was also something that everyone in the room was guilty of. He saw six phone calls from Neville Longbottom, and a couple texts from his wife telling him to call the training Hogwarts professor.

He excused himself briefly, yet another feet that had not been uncommon during this long meeting with the busiest people in the ministry. He went to call Neville only to find his phone ringing once again with Neville's number on the screen.

"Hello," he answered walking towards his office.

"You picked up!" Neville cried happily, "Mom, its Lily's son, he picked up!"

Harry froze on the spot. In his ear he heard Neville begin to explain the phenomenon slowly as Harry put it together quickly in his head. Neville's parents had been cursed into insanity by Bellatrix LeStrange. Everyone else whose wounds hadn't scarred had been healed within 5 years or had died. But of course, Neville's parents had been worse than dead, and now their wounds were healed. They had their sanity back again.

Neville was halfway through explaining how the nurse had found Alice actually reading the newspaper, when Harry cut him off.

"How many people know about this?!"

"What?" Neville asked, shocked at the interruption.

"Ginny was texting me to call you. Who else did you tell. I need to know now Neville. It's a matter of national security."

This caused a short silence.

"I've told a lot of people Harry," Neville sounded terrified, "What are you talking about?"

Harry swore into the phone and began running back to the meeting he had been attending. "I'm going to grab the deputy to the Public Relations Department and we'll be right over, you're still at the hospital, right?"

"Yeah, what's going on? Is everything okay?"

"Everything's more than okay Neville, people just aren't supposed to know about it yet." Harry breathed deeply before walking into the meeting. "You're not in trouble, we just need to talk to you. I'm glad to hear about your parents, and I'll be there in a second."

Harry hung up the phone and made his way around the table before getting Nancy Ellis's attention and moving out of the room with her. This gained large amounts of attention from everyone in the room. Most of them, however, merely looked jealous that Nancy had been given an excuse to leave.

The two left the room and made their way to St. Mungo's. Harry filled the witch in as they walked, and her face grew paler with every step. They got to the floo transport, and each declared their destination as the lime green flames engulfed them.

When they made it to Neville's parents' room, he was pacing outside the door, his robes flowing behind him. Harry's face fell a little. This man had just been given his parents back. He should be in there telling them about his life, talking about the great things he's done. Yet they had to deal with the information at hand first.

Nancy approached Neville and began gathering a list of all the individuals who knew about his parents. As he listed them off, his pale eyes flickered over to a sympathetic Harry every couple of seconds. The list wasn't short. It included the entire Weasley, Lovegood, and Abbott family, as well as much of the Hogwarts staff. Harry had been the last to answer Neville's call.

After gathering the list from Neville, Nancy raised her wand towards him.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked quickly, before she could cause any harm.

"Altering his memory." She announced swiftly. "He can't know until Friday morning, or were you not listening to the meeting before last?"

"His parents are in there?!" Harry exclaimed "What are you going to do to all 20 so of the people that know? What about the people they've told?"

"We'll send officials out to them." Nancy stated. "I can't think of any other way to keep people from spreading a ministry level secret."

"They don't know a ministry level secret. They only know that Alice and Frank Longbottom have regained sanity. You're here to help me make up a lie for Neville to give them as to why this happened. The ministry has bigger fish to fry than temporarily obliviating 30 to 40 people, most of whom have a fair amount of distrust to the ministry and will possibly be aggressive against the officials. Hermione Weasley is one of the few ministry heads who hasn't been told yet, and she knows her rights when she's being obliviated and would ask to know what she is going to have modified. You don't want to have these problems and you don't want them now. So, what can we tell those who know in order to keep it on the downlow until further information resurfaces?"

The hallway was very quiet for a few seconds. Neville went back to pacing back and forth, now eyeing the door to his parents' ward. Harry stared patiently, waiting for Nancy to see sense and help him come up with something. Nancy was staring daggers at Harry. Harry had worked with her before, and she was renowned for not listening to anyone outside to anyone outside the P.R. Department about anything P.R. related.

"I know the people he's listed. If you want to spend two days convincing them to let you obliviate them, then go ahead. If not, then help me." Harry stated plainly. He watched the gears in her head turn, her mind trying to find a way to be right.

"Has there been ongoing treatment?" She abruptly asked Neville.

"Yeah" He muttered "but there was no sign of improvement at all until this morning. The nurses said that it could've happened anytime yesterday after 10 am, it was a busy day in the ward, and the volunteers wouldn't have known what to expect when they delivered the food."

"I'm going to put a temporary memory charm on the medi-witches. They'll think that they changed the treatment slightly, and it had a monumental impact on your parents. This is what you'll tell everyone. Send them an owl immediately." Nancy made her way into the ward and performed the magic necessary while Neville and Harry waited in the hallway.

"Congratulations," Harry said quietly, causing Neville to stop pacing. "I can't imagine how you must be feeling."

"It's amazing," He whispered, "I keep forgetting, and then I would look over to her and I would just smile. I'm dumbfounded by it all."

Harry smiled. Neville couldn't know it, but he knew the feeling. He couldn't help but remember holding his parents tightly in Hogwarts just yesterday. He can't imagine the shock that would come with sitting down and telling them everything you'd been thinking for years.

"They proud of you?" Harry asked. "Or has your Gram not shown up to brag about her leader of Dumbledore's army?" Augusta Longbottom was getting fairly old, but it had been five years since Neville's grandma had been talked to without worming her grandson into the discussion.

"Gram was here," Neville said with a big smile, "Dad told her to sock it though and got me to tell them everything. It was amazing."

Harry let out a laugh as Nancy Ellis came back into the hallway.

"Do you have a second to come meet them?" Neville asked as the two turned to leave. "They say they knew you as a baby, and it would mean a lot to all of us."

Nancy began walking away, still obviously upset about the previous conversation. "We have a meeting to get back to. In case you forgot we've got bigger fish to fry." She left Harry in the hallway.

"She's right," He conceded to Neville's dismay. "But the minute I get free time I'll come visit. Tell them that I said hi, and that I told them to ask you about boggart lessons. I bet your dad will get a kick out of that one."

Neville's slight frown brightened as Harry left and he moved back towards his parents. Harry's day grew much duller as he was shuffled from ministry meeting to ministry meeting. No high-end officials were getting more than a few seconds at Hogwarts over the next couple days, as they were trying to meet a Friday deadline for announcing the resurrecteds' return and were hoping to begin sending people to accepting homes over the weekend. Anyone who didn't have a home to go to would be given free stay in a hotel for three months before being expected to pay their own dues.