Evening was falling as the day drew to a close. In the depths of the Ministry of Magic most workers were starting to pack up their belongings and depart homeward bound.
"Oi, want to go for a spot of tea?" One would say to the other.
As they departed by Floo or other forms of transportation two remained in the Minister's office deep within the bowels of the Ministry; they seemed to be speaking in hushed voices.
"Theodore Lupin, we now know that our worst fears have been realized and this child is INDEED the son of Voldemort. He is also, as you probably know, half Warlock as well."
"Yes minister."
"And now you bring me word from the Headmaster of Hogwarts that he himself will make appointments here to see the boy?"
"Yes that is true, but I don't see why that is such a big de-"
"It is a big deal, Teddy, don't you know what this could mean, what-what kind of conflict this could bring upon the wizarding world...I digress."
"No, ma'am, I'm sorry I don't fully understand." He made a subtly "sorry" face.
She laughed from behind her desk, "In time you will, In the mean time I think we should contact my husband he'll want to here the latest news."
"But ma'am your husband already knows, I am certain you know this."
"Yes, but there is something I must tell Harry..." She seemed to lose herself in thought, "thank you Ted, that is all, you may go."
"Thank you ma'am," he bowed and with that turned and left Hermione Jane Potter: Minister for Magics' office.
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There was a sputter and from his fireplace shot firey hot sparks. From within the glowing flames a womans head formed and spoke, "Harry darling, are you there?" It was the voice and head of Hermione.
"Yes I am, what is it?" The man spoke back.
"How are you doing, tough day in the office?"
"It is coming to a close and I should be home soon. After all, with Albus still living there we have to be ready for any of his tricks." He smirked at the thought of his son's mischevious mind, like his and his father before him.
"Harry, there is-there is something I must tell you..."
"Yes, love?" He moved his face closer to the fire; feeling the heat on his skin, "what is it you wish to tell me?"
"Harry you know I've always been scared for you, ever since we started school. After the fall of Voldemort it loosened quite a bit but now...with the announcement of this child the feeling has returned and Harry, I just can't seem to think that since you and Voldemort had a tie between you that maybe you and this child have a tie between you too..." She trailed off, obviously concerned for her husband.
"'Mione my darling, I wish not to think on that matter right now, after all, I'm getting settled with this job and we have another Potter on the way," he smiled and they both laughed, "'Mione I think it better just to remain as we have for many years and when the child is older I will talk to him." This seemed to satisfy Hermione a bit.
"Ok baby, see you when you get home," and with that her head vanished from the fireplace.
Harry Potter stood there with a troubled look on his face, he had dismissed the issue for now, but he knew when the time was right he would have to face his fear and confront the spawn of his most hated enemy. As he moved back to his desk he ruffled his fingers through his raven colored beard, his green eyes shown brightly in the light and the lightning bolt scar on his forehead burned for the first time in years. All was not well. "What can this mean, Dumbledore", he suddenly sought help from his former Headmaster, he had no conscience idea that the voice who responded was from the back of his head.
