Chapter 2

I don't own HP or Owl House, hoot hoot.

After an eventful ride on the Knight Bus, Harry and Luz arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. Luz had refused to let Harry go off on the bus on his own. He agreed to her accompanying him, glad to have an adult actually state that they care for his well-being.

The trip was only 15 minutes long, Harry paying for both as Luz didn't have any sickles. When asked, she stated she didn't have any magical currency, not knowing where to find a local exchange for it.

When the two arrived, they were greeted by Tom, the elderly owner of the pub. He in turn escorted the two upstairs, believing Luz to be a bodyguard. Once there they were met with a portly, administrative man wearing an emerald suit and a lime coloured bowler hat.

"Ah, young Harry Potter, safe and sound. You gave the Trace monitors quite a fright when they detected your accidental magic." The man stated with a kind smile. "My name is Cornelius Fudge, I am the Minister of Magic. I had some time, so I thought I would personally make sure you were alright."

That statement raised several flags in Luz's mind. Her girlfriend being a councilwoman meant she knew any action made by a politician, especially kind ones, were meant to serve a personal agenda.

"The Minister? You mean I'm not under arrest?" Asked Harry, confused. "But I was warned any more magic after the last warning meant expulsion?"

"Heaven's no, young man," Fudge replied, "Accidental magic is not counted in such cases, nor minor spells such as lumos or nox. Such incidents can be explained away, leaving only deliberate acts of magic to be recorded. Did the warning not explain this?"

"I never got to see it. A house-elf trying to help me cast a hover charm and I was blamed for it." Harry said.

"Well, I can look into that later, however, we seem to be forgetting someone. My apologies, my dear, might I trouble you for your name?" Asked Fudge, turning to Luz.

"Ah, my name is Luz Nocida of the Wild magic Coven, Minister, I came across Harry here earlier, and didn't feel comfortable leaving him to roam on his own." Spoke Luz with a smile.

"Wild magic Coven?" Frowned Fudge. "I don't believe I've heard of such. Where did you go to school, if I may ask?"

"I went to Hexside, on the Boiling Isles, sir." Said Luz, somewhat expecting this line of questions.

"Hexside?/BOILING ISLES!" Harry and Fudge both said.

"To think one of the Fabled Lands' have deigned to reconnect with the world." Fudge continued, Harry looking confused.

"Fabled lands?"

"You know of the Isles, Mr Minister?" Asked Luz. "The Isle's have no record of magicals still on earth."

"That doesn't surprise me, Ms Nocida," replied Fudge, settling into what Harry knew to be a lecture mindset. "The Boiling Isles, along with other magical lands such as Tir Na Nog or Avalon, had long since separated from this reality as to protect their secrets and people. This was not long after the Founders of Hogwarts had passed away, long before our people had a proper government."

"But sir, why aren't they mentioned in any of our history texts?" Asked Harry, interested in the topic at hand. The Minister was a far better teacher than Binns, the ghost that 'taught' History of Magic.

"That would be ,in part, because most believe such places to be myth, and as such faded from memory. I know of these lands' existence, because my ancestors were the ones to help turn the facts into myth. We helped Fudge the details." He said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"As interesting as that is, and definitely something the Isles are open to, that's not really the purpose for my being in London." Luz said, summoning her magic staff to her hand. It looked to be made of applewood and had a carved otter on the top end.

"And what task would that be, Ms Nocida? If it's within my capabilities, I may be able to help." Offered Fudge. He knew a kind gesture to those of the Fabled Lands' could mean more protection for Harry and status for himself. A true politician always had two reasons for every move.

"Well, my father is a magical citizen here in England. I had come looking for him in order to connect to my roots as it were." Luz spoke, "I was born after a night of passion, and he is probably unaware I exist."

"Ah, of course, that is but a simple matter. As long as you have his name, any post owl can deliver a letter to him, provided he is still alive." Fudge told her. "Magical owls have innate abilities to find their targets, most times with frightening speed. I can make certain of his status for you, though I will need his full name, as I believe you carry your mother's?"

"Yes, I indeed do, sir." Luz beamed, before dropping the bomb. "His name is Rubeus Hagrid."

This chapter gave me trouble as I was agonizing over the Knight Bus. I ended up scrapping the scene entirely. Only 1 person correctly guessed. Others suggested Ol Hagrid, but discounted him. Look I had Harry Potter on my mind, I watched Owl house, and Luz just reminded me of Hagrid. To be honest we see her interact with a lot of magical creatures and taking hits that should be leaving marks. As a quarter giant, this makes sense. She's also shorter than Hagrid because her mom is shown to be pretty short.

Also one reviewer asked that Dumbledore not know about the Boiling Isles. Okay, just gonna Fudge some details. Eh eh. Anyway, neither have been in contact for a long time, so culture clashes ahoy.

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