Alexander and Hermione, having been removed from the potions lab, wandered the halls of the old castle, finding themselves nearing the owlery, "Sirius?"

"Might as well," the pair went in and sat at the provided desk.

Pulling out a sheet of parchment and a quill, Hermione, being the neatest writer, began to write;

'To Mr Sirius Black,

Hello, our names are Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, and we have just been informed of your predicament. As you are Harry's godfather, fugitive or not, we wish to give you a chance to explain your actions to our face, so would like to meet you. You are not to come into the magical world or you will be in danger, and also ruin the hard work of a woman who loves you enough to fabricate evidence that you are currently in China. Meet us in 3 days at a park in Crawley, you will know which one if you truly can track down your godson.

We are willing to give you a chance, do not screw it up by risking your life,

Harry and Hermione.'

"Think it is a good idea to use your substitute name?" Hermione asked as they attached the letter to an owl's leg, "To Sirius Black please, he may be in dog form so be on the lookout."

"He only knows me as Harry Potter, to tell him anything else would confuse him and risk him not showing," Lex replied, watching the owl soar off, "Think Severus will mind if we let Sirius live at our home?"

The thought of it had the witch giggling, "Yes but it will be funny to watch him trying to deny us it."

That brought laughter from the wizard and they made their way down from the tower. They were almost on the ground floor when the intercom system for the school came alive and Minerva's voice rang out, "Harry, Hermione, please come to my office."

"Fudge," they groaned together as they ran towards the headmistress' office, the gargoyle moving as soon as it saw them.

Walking into the inner office, the pair saw a red-faced Minerva sitting behind her desk, Tonks standing near the fireplace, Amelia sitting comfortably in one of the high-backed chairs, and a frustrated looking man with an ugly lime green bowler pacing the floor. As soon as he saw them, he screamed, "Arrest them this instant Bones!"

"Excuse me? What have we done and who the bloody hell are you?" Hermione said.

"Who? WHO? I'm Minister for Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge you impertinent little…"

"Cornelius, you say one more word and I will have Hogwarts ban you from the grounds," Minerva warned viciously, her eyes on fire, "It is not Hermione's fault that she has no idea who the man ordering her arrest is."

The two demigods smiled, "Thank you Min-Min-ma'am."

"Almost got it that time," the headmistress laughed.

"We'll get there. Good morning Amelia, Tonks, how have you been?"

"Very well Harry, Hermione, though I did receive a Quibbler edition this morning that I'd not subscribed to," the brunette witch said, her voice laced with laughter.

The Metamorph just laughed outright, "Bloody wonderful you two, making waves again I see."

"We try," turning their attention to the silently fuming man, Alexander asked, "Now, what are we being arrested for again?"

"THIS!" Fudge threw a copy of the Quibbler at the boy, "You are not going to slander my name and get away with it. Arrest them."

"Excuse me Minister but you are very wrong on many points. One, had this been false, then it would not be slander, it would be libel; if you want more clarification then I suggest you go talk to your friends at the Daily Prophet who are about, if they have not already been, to be hit with a complaint for libel against Harry due to their issue yesterday. That was point two by the way. As for this article, we had every right to put forward our opinions on idiotic decisions made, especially when they affect us and the students that we will be in charge of taking care of in the coming term. We have done nothing illegal but you can bet that we will be requesting that the goblins make up a complaint of your own, this time it will be for slandering our names. I do hope you have a good attorney, because we have the best in the country," Hermione said in one long breath.

All three older women were laughing, though the older duo of them were hiding it very well, while Cornelius went from dark red in the face to being as white as a sheet, "You, you can't do that. I'm the Minister."

"Does being the Minister for Magic excuse you from breaking the law? I thought that it meant that you had to follow it to the letter and spirit to set a good example for those that you preside over in said position," Lex calmly thought out loud.

"And for being Minister, the last time I checked, you had to be competent to hold that position, and you mustn't be if you believe it appropriate to order the placement of Dementors in an educational establishment. Perhaps the Wizengamot should put forward a Vote of No Confidence and someone who knows what the hell they're doing gets placed in the Minister's seat?"

Hearing that, Cornelius turned wheels so fast that it was visible externally, "Well, that's a little hasty, after all it isn't as though the Dementors are here yet. I think it was in haste that I made that decision, and on further consideration, I'm going to leave them all at Azkaban. If you'll excuse me, I do have a government to oversee."

The second that the man was gone, all pretence was gone, and the 5 occupants of the office broke down in laughter. When they were finally settled, Lex asked the head of the DMLE, "Amelia, are you even able to put forth that vote?"

"Yes but without some type of proof of corruption or complete idiocy, chances are that his loyal contributors on the Wizengamot will keep him in power. They rather a puppet that they can buy off than someone with a brain that they would have to kill to get their way."

"You could request the goblins to release a copy of Fudge's bank statements, see if he gets any money that is not his salary, and then have them backtrack it to a specific account; they are able to do that," Hermione suggested, "And if you are going there, please ask Bogrod to write up a complaint of slander against the Minster, we weren't joking."

The two Aurors were stunned at the idea, and rushed off to get onto it. Minerva looked at her lions and smiled proudly, "I truly pity anyone who attempts to get between you and your mission in life, whatever that may be. Go, have some fun while you still can, it's only a few more weeks before term starts up."

Hearing that, the couple did as suggested, spending the rest of the day going between the lake and the large Beech tree nearby.