Arthur had been in office for a month now, and Alexander and Hermione were too busy to go and personally congratulate him on the new job. Now with Halloween over with, despite not having a blood relationship with the couple, the Potters had been his adopted parents for just under a year and the day of their loss was still a hard day, one that the demigods spent training to release all of their frustrations and sadness, the couple decided they would go an visit the man.

Sending word to Amelia of their intentions, the teenagers used their private Floo on the 1st of November to head into the Ministry. Going through the lacking security, they rode the elevator to the top floor, which was still many stories under the streets of London.

Walking up to a young wizard at the reception desk, Hermione smiled, "Good morning, we have an appointment to see the Minister."

"One moment and I will see if he is ready for you," the man motioned to the seats in the waiting area before leaving his own seat and heading through large wooden doors. Not bothering to sit, the couple stood and waited for the receptionist's return. When he did, he was surprised to see them still standing, "The Minister will see you now."

"Thank you," gracefully and with much more elegance than people twice their age, the demigods walked through the doors and smiled when they saw the redhead sitting behind his desk, "Good morning Minister Weasley."

"Harry, Hermione, a pleasure to see you both again," Arthur walked around his desk and shook both of their hands, "Please, have a seat."

The pair sat together, "Congratulations on the new position sir."

The man blushed, "Yes, well, I was very surprised by the announcement, as my being in my pyjamas at the time would indicate. My family has been very supportive.'

"We'd noticed," Lex said, "Speaking of family, how is Ginny handling her schooling?"

"Oh, it is hard for her, her magic was greatly affected by being possessed but the Healers say that she will still be able to do the majority of what a normal witch or wizard can," Arthur smiled happily when he said that, "We're considering sending her to the Americas next term, they have a school there that specialises in students with magic problems; this new position will help with that a lot."

That brought genuine smiles onto both teenagers' face, "That's excellent news. Well we do hope you aren't finding you job too tiring Minister."

Arthur groaned, it was barely audible but the teens heard it loud and clear, "There are so many screw-ups that Fudge was Minister for, not the least of which was the release of numerous Death Eaters simply on their say-so that they were innocent or under Imperius. I truly want to bring every last one of them in and force Veritaserum on them, but that would be illegal as they were deemed not guilty of their crimes. Then there's that idiotic tournament that I can't even stop…"

"What tournament?"

The Minister knew instantly that he'd said too much, "Uh, see, I really shouldn't have said anything."

"Sir, please, what tournament?" Hermione really set the puppy dog eyes on high as she looked at the man.

"Ask your goblin friends, that is all I truly can tell you both, I am sorry it can't be more," the blue eyes were honestly sorry.

"We will sir," Lex told the man before a pink tinge hit his cheeks, "Has Amelia spoken to you about the Sirius Black debacle?"

"Yes, it was one of the first things she briefed me on. Atrocious miscarriage of justice, not even receiving a trial. Are you aware of his relationship with regards to yourself?"

The black hair tousled from the band it had been tied with as the wizard nodded, "He's my godfather, the best friend of James Potter and not their betrayer. Yes, of that stuff, I am aware sir."

Arthur was intrigued at how much more like his eldest the young pair seemed; emotionally, mentally, physically, intellectually, and spiritually, than Ron or even Percy for that matter. It seemed as though he was speaking to full grown adults, his peers, than it did a pair who were barely teenagers. There were old souls but this was outstanding, "That's good that someone told you those things. Now, I will give you no promises but as things stand, I am working with Amelia and the Wizengamot to arrange for Mr Black to receive a fair trial, but it is a slow process, one that will be after the entire Wizengamot are made to make loyalty oaths to the Ministry and to the pursuit of justice."

Hearing that last part, the teens were pleased, Arthur Weasley wasn't a pushover not was he someone's puppet, this man would change things for the better. Though they felt the necessity to warn him of his sons, "Minister Weasley, it is not our place to involve ourselves into your personal life but we are concerned that two of your sons are going to try and use your position for their own means. Our apologies if we have stepped over a line in saying so."

"So, you haven't," the Minister sighed, "Percy has wanted to be Minister for Magic since learning of the power that the position gives, having no idea how to handle such a power doesn't seem to faze him, he has always been like that, as has Ronald. Only difference between the two is that my youngest son seems to think he deserves everything in life to be served to him on a solid gold platter. He could coast through life, earning great money, should he ever become a professional chess player, but that would mean turning his fun into work, and to Ronald, that truly is blasphemy. You needn't worry, neither will be getting any assistance in their endeavours from me, nor will I cave to my loving wife, who has very recently learnt that I am not going to abuse my powers, not even for family. Thank you for your concerns; it warms my heart that you would risk angering me to warn me."

"We've never been ones to take the easy way sir," Hermione said simply, standing to shake his hand once more, "It was nice of you to find time to see us on such short notice."

"You're both welcome at any time. Stay safe and have fun in life," Arthur told the couple, watching them leave his office arm-in-arm, a smile on his face.