The following day, Rose woke up at five. She spent an hour showering, straightening her wild hair and picking out an acceptable outfit for her first day as head of the Department of Mysteries. Following the simple breakfast she made she woke Orion and helped him into his uniform. It was unfortunate that she'd decided to enroll him a week before the holidays, but she had thought it may help him get used to their new schedule.

"Come'on buddy. It's time to wake up!"

"I don't wanna." he said adamantly, rolling over.

"But I made breakfast, and your uniform is ready and the nanny is coming." Orion continued to ignore her. "You're going to make so many friends."

"WiIl yew stay home?"

"Mummy has to go to work, though." Rose looked down at her grey twill pencil pants, contemplating her next moves as Orion continued to sleep on. "It would make me really happy, and right now, I feel kind of angry," Orion opened his eyes, "I guess I won't get you that cookie on the way to school like I was planning to…" she watched as her toddler got up and out of bed.

"Don't be angry mummy, you can still get me a cookie!" Rose smiled as her toddler began to get dressed, she helped him button his shirt and left him to finish up on his own. When she got downstairs she placed his little backpack at the door and pulled out his coat and boots so that they would be ready for when they left. She sat down to eat and Orion joined her a moment later, his cardigan was on backwards, but otherwise dressed and prepared.

Around seven, Rose helped Orion reverse his cardigan, put on her own jacket and grabbed the old leather satchel that her mother had given her when she'd graduated from Hogwarts and they left them home.

After dropping Orion off at the nannies and giving her instructions on how to get him to the montessori and when to pick him up, Rose walked down to the closest secluded place she could think of. She apparated right into her own office.

A few minutes later a young woman, who looked straight out of Hogwarts came in. She had brown hair up in a bun on her head and light-brown horn-rimmed glasses. She looked nervous, and for a moment she stared right at Rose without saying anything.

"Hello! Can I help you?" the woman stared at her for another moment before finally deciding to speak.

"Er, I just wanted to inform you that I'm your new secretary."

"Hi, I'm Rose."

"I know."

"Ok." Rose looked awkwardly at the girl, "And you are?"

"Right! I'm Beatrice, Beatrice Price."

"It's lovely to meet you Ms. Price. I understand you're an intern here?"

"Yes."

"Well, I hope you learn loads! I don't have anything for you to do right now, but please book a meeting for the entire department just before lunch. How about 11:30, it won't take long."

"Alright."

"Tell them it's a brief, but important meeting. Everyone should be in attendance." Beatrice left after that, she looked hurried, as though it was her first day on the job, and as Rose thought it through, it was possible that it was. Rose began unpacking the boxes that had been transported to her office the previous week. Her office, had a faux window. She thought about the stories her grandfather used to tell her about his office in the Department of the Misuse of Magical Artefacts. Today, out her window it was shiny.

When she'd considered transferring, she'd asked the minister if her new office would have a window. Unfortunately, being in the Department of Mysteries, the minister had worried for the safety of the window, so they'd supposedly put a fake one in. It was rather large, and if the weather stayed the same, then she wouldn't have to use the overhead light she hated. All four walls of the office had bookshelves. Two from bottom to top and the other two omitting the doors and the window. Above and around the window, on the empty shelves, Rose began putting up momentos.

First, there were pictures of Orion, then of Scorpius. Soon her friends and family had made it onto her shelves and Rose admired her work. Then the few books that she'd received from her mentors were placed in, the vintage compass her closest friends had bought her when she left traveling after finishing Hogwarts and finally the action figures of herself and Scorpius that her husband had insisted they get when they were on their honeymoon.

Rose spent the next hour setting up her non-magical devices and casting the appropriate charms so that they would work. At ten, Beatrice came in again to tell her that the minister had requested a meeting at noon.

At 11:20, Rose opened the conference room. The room had been locked, but she'd requested the key to use it. The previous department head had never used the room and when Rose walked in and turned the light on, the thick layers of dust stirred. After a lot of coughing and a few charms, the room looked highly overdated, but at the very least, decently clean.

Just minutes later her new employees began filtering in. The few she had already met curtly nodded, before sitting down. Others disregarded her.

Many of them were much older than her, they probably assumed she was just a new employee, they certainly weren't expecting a young new Department Head.

When Beatrice finally came in and nodded her head, Rose stood up and began.

"Hello everyone. I'm your new Department Head. Rose Malfoy. Today's meeting will be brief, I just wanted to inform you that this is the start of a new era in this department. I will be making changes and I hope to know you all very well as we get to work over the next while.

I will be having private interviews with all of you and upon the requests of the minister the department will be expanding. Feel free to leave any memos or information you have for me with my secretary and intern Ms. Price," she pointed Beatrice out to the group, "and just a reminder that as of now, you once again have a Department Head, everything should be going through me." There were some nods of understanding around the office, others looked visibly irritated. Rose resolved to make sure no one was opposing some healthy change around the office.

"Before you all leave, I would like to remind you are all Unspeakables. Everything that happens here, everyone you work with is private. As such, I do not wish my identity to be revealed around the Ministry for the time being. Enjoy your lunches!" Soon, everyone was filing out of the conference room. Beatrice stayed behind and Rose automatically took the advantage to have her write possible changes down.

"The conference room will be changed. The Ministry is old, everything is overdated. If we're going to keep track of everything that's in here, then I need to know what's in here." Beatrice followed Rose to her office, where Rose grabbed a suit jacket and pulled it on. "Next week when I hire those interns, they will begin cataloguing our already finished files. Meanwhile I want Walker and Bodnick to write me reports on their research in the last seven months." they continued to walk through the hallways and soon they reached a giant fireplace. "I'll be flooing in to meet with the minister now. Send out those memos for me and there are few personal things I need you to do for me when I get back. I shouldn't be longer than an hour."

When Rose came back from her meeting she found Beatrice standing frantically, staring at Rose's phone which was ringing on her desk.

"It's been like that for ten minutes now."

"Why didn't you pick it up."

"I didn't know that lifting it would stop it!"

"No, no." she said remembering that wizards didn't have cell phones. "I'll take the call." she grabbed the buzzing phone and shooing Beatrice, who let go of the breath she'd been holding, out of the office.

"Hello?"

"Oh, Miss Rose, your son is in 'ze hos'peetal! He's turning blue, I z'ont know wat to do, so I call 'ze ambul'ants and zey come. We in 'ze hos'peetal St. Mary. Ok, I donknow 'wat zey gonna do."

"Mrs. Bakalov, can you give the phone to the doctor looking after Orion? I need to transfer him to a different hospital."

"Transfer? Vye?"

"Please, Mrs. B!" Rose said frantically. "Just give the phone to a doctor." As Orion's nanny passed the phone to a doctor, Rose exited her office and had Beatrice call up St. Mungo's.

Within a few minutes, Rose had confirmed directions to St. Mungo's for Orion from St. Mary's, had reassured Mrs. Bakalov of her decision and ultimately Orion's safety, had then reassured the paramedic of the "private institution" that he was taking Orion to and told Beatrice to replan the rest of her days work. She left in a hurry, but as she reached the floo network preparing to leave, one of her new colleagues stopped her.

"I'm so sorry Thompson, I'm in a hurry. Can we meet tomorrow?"

"Ah, it will only take a minute." Thompson was an old man with greying hair, a kind face and impeccable robes. Rose also knew that he had an abnormally large salary and had managed to get the people he didn't like fired, on their own accord. "I was just about to leave as well, you know. All you children are always running around, apparating. I myself find the floo more satisfying. It takes that extra second, but you need to worry about splinching, and children do that so often these days, and then they get hurt, and they spend time in 's."

"I'm actually heading there right now."

"And you know those young'uns these days. Always taking risks. My grandson is always getting himself into trouble. He had such potential and now, he's in a band of all things. All he does is play some sort of 'lectic guitar and he's basically thrown his life away. It's a good thing I took him off my will. Imagine what he would do with that kind of money now. He would go crazy. Spend it all and ruin the family name. We were such smart and loyal people. He ruined it too, had such potential, but lost so much of his intelligence when he got into that group of friends. I worry that they could be getting hurt, doing rugs, no not rugs, my daughter told me what it was, dugs? No… One moment, I'll think of it."

"THOMPSON!" Rose suddenly screamed. Thompson's face went white. "My son is in the hospital. I can't stand here. I need to go." And Rose walked into the fireplace and yelled ' 's', leaving a dumbfounded Mr. Thompson, standing in front of the fireplace in a dust of smoke.

"Victoire, there's a child in 420. Just came in from a muggle hospital. Mother must be a witch, she had him transferred, but she hasn't arrived yet. The kid's with his nanny who is freaking out." Victoire turned to Rebecca, who's shoulder-length straight brown hair was swishing back and forth as she rocked impatiently on her heels, waiting for Victoire to reply.

"Get a nurse to check in. It's probably accidental magic."

"The kids turning blue,"

"Didn't I just say accidental magic?" Rebecca shrugged showing Victoire all the other files she still had to do.

"Fine, I'll check in on him. 420?" Rebecca nodded as she swept off in the other direction. Victoire's curly silvery hair bounced around her shoulders as she walked into 420. She remembered the times her own children had caused bouts of accidental magic.

"Hello, I'm , how are we today." inside the room on the patient bed sat a blond toddler, visibly angry, it seemed that not only was his skin blue, but also his clothes and shoes. The only things unaffected were his blond hair and striking grey eyes.

"Ze boy is turning blue."

"Yes, I can see that." VIctoire shook the old woman's hand, before coming towards the boy. "What's your name buddy?"

"Orion."

"That's a wonderful name, someone in my family is named after a constellation too." she said checking his pulse, and his airway. "Do you know what a constellation is?" the toddler nodded.

"Mhm. It's the stars!"

"Yeah, it's a collection of Stars. Orion was a hunter."

"Daddy was a Scorpion."

"Cool."

You have beautiful blond hair you know, and those eyes. They really remind me of someone I know." she smiled at the boy, who was playing around with her stethoscope.

"'E good?" the old woman asked, clearly worried, as the boy was still blue.

"I think he'll be alright. The effects will reverse themselves in a few hours."

Victoire stared at Orion for a moment before writing down his prognosis on a piece of parchment.

"Oh goodness, I'm so sorry. Is he alright?" Victoire turned around to the familiar voice. "Oh, hey." Staring her in the face was none other than her cousin, Rose.