A/N: For some reason, I can't read the reviews for the last chapter – I see that many were written but they don't show up when I look. So if you had a particular objection or suggestion – sorry for ignoring it. I do take well-reasoned reviews into account when I can.

The Greatest Minister for Magic in History Part 2

"The Lone Traveler: Young man who tried to change the past and save those he loved… plan failed and became the Lone Traveler, wandering through time and reality, making a difference wherever he went… very powerful… defeated a powerful Dark wizard styling himself a Lord… swept along the path he walked by a spectacular aura of blue light."

'Legends & Myths of the Wizarding World' by Gertrude Yolanda

FF St ID 2673584 – Chap 9 – The Professional Modified FF St ID – Chap 58 - Dunuelos

It was Monday morning again and the Wizengamot was in session.

Cornelius watched as various items were argued and debated. It was, with his new vision, rather boring.

Finally something sparked his interest. A new bill was put forth. Lord Avery stood up and said, "I am putting forward a bill to limit the ability of Muggleborn wizards and witches to purchase enchanted items." The man's assistant delivered the proposal to the clerk who began passing out the parchments.

"I find it reprehensible that a casual fancy of an item from a curious wizard or witch can put our world at risk."

Cornelius motioned for the floor. "The Chamber recognizes the Minister for Magic," Dumbledore said from his position.

"I have a few questions: First, Madam Bones. As Director of the DMLE how many reports has your department received that indicates wizards being careless amongst Muggles with enchanted items?"

Madam Bones stood. "I would need to get the records, but I am not aware of any particular complaints. There are a number of muggle items that have been enchanted which cause problems. The Department of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts deals with those."

Cornelius nodded. "That's fine and from what I can see falls outside of this proposal." He turned to the member who was proposing the bill. "Lord Avery. Are you aware of specific complaints about enchanted items falling into Muggle hands?"

Avery had been taken aback that anyone had objected – especially the new Minister whom he had helped elect (as a compromise, of course). "Well, no one complaint but it has been historically a problem."

"I see." He turned back to Madam Bones. "Madam Bones. Are there laws on the books to deal with enchanted items falling into Muggle hands? Criminal charges that can be filed against those responsible? Procedures to recover such items and ensure any violations of the Statute of Secrecy are handled?"

Madam Bones nodded. "There are, in fact, such laws already in place."

"Thank you, Madam Bones." He turned to the chamber at large. "Then I will have to say I object to this bill on the basis that existing law deals with the matter sufficiently and putting new laws in place is a waste of time and money." He sighed. "This goes to the heart of the matter than caused me to propose reorganization: Wasting money and time, specifically OUR time. The Ministry Coffers are large, but they have to be in order to ensure our security. The Wizengamot passes laws to ensure that problems are dealt with. This is all to the good. But for a new law to pass without my personal objection, three questions must be asked: 1) Is there a clear and present situation which is systemic? 2) Is existing law insufficient to deal with the situation without new problems being created? Or are existing laws conflicting on the matter? 3) Is the matter under the purview of the Ministry of Magic and Wizengamot? This bill passes on the third point but fails on the first two: There is no clear and present situation – only the worry of past problems; and, there are existing, non-conflicting laws to deal with it. Therefore, a new law is … well, it's unnecessary. I cede the floor back to the Chief Warlock." He sat down.

There were more murmurs of approval at this argument than there had been on the Minister's first day.

Cornelius was reviewing a few items when Lucius Malfoy was announced. He had his secretary send the man in.

"Lord Malfoy! A pleasure to see you this fine day. How can I help you today?" Cornelius shook the man's hand.

"Well, first of all, I wanted to offer my congratulations on your new position." Lucius took the seat that the minister offered even as the man sat down himself.

"Well, thank you. You are kind."

"I also wanted to quietly bring up a matter of concern. My colleagues and I feel that you might not have fully understood the purpose behind Avery's bill."

"Oh?"

Lucius nodded. "While it might be impolitic to say outright, there are many of us that are concerned about … new and radical influences to our society. The problem we have is that we worry that our culture is being diluted by those who arrive and fail to show the proper respect for the society in which they are arriving. To curb such problems, we – from time to time – attempt to put forth laws which will ensure our traditions are upheld."

"I see." Cornelius said. "And I am a traditionalist, as I said before."

"Yes. You see our concern."

Cornelius sighed. "I hope not to offend, but I believe I have to be blunt: Lord Malfoy? How do you make your money?"

Lucius was taken aback but answered the question – it was well known anyway. "I have various ventures: Acromatula silk, production of quills, other matters. I also breed magical creatures."

"Very good. Quite proper for a pureblood lord. Now, let me ask you this question: Why do you want to cut your own throat?"

Lucius was shocked. "What do you mean?"

"Look. Your customers are, outside of perhaps the quills you make, Elite. Is that correct?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

"Very good. And it's quite proper for a pureblood lord such as yourself to deal with the Elite and not the common riff-raff."

"Quite correct," Lucius preened.

"Well then, you must ask yourself: How do your customers make money? How do you ensure that they have the resources to buy your products? Many of them make the items that are sold to the everyday wizard and witch. A good percentage of these are muggleborn, another percentage are pureblood, and the vast majority are halfblood – which of course requires that there are muggleborn. If we tried to sell only to the pureblood, running the muggleborn out, where will our new money come from? Eventually there will be only purebloods – but you've just killed 80 percent of the economy. Do you really want to be poor? Or maybe, you have the luxuries you've always enjoyed but your grandchildren are poor. Personally, I believe you want your family to always be recognized as what it currently is: Elite. How can you be Elite if there ARE no 'average wizards and witches'? Am I wrong?"

Lucius' face took on a look of concentration. "A matter I have not considered previously."

"Well, think about it and get back to me. About our culture: I agree. I think it would be proper for new arrivals to be required to take a class on Wizarding culture and traditions. We teach new students about goblin rebellions and all of that, but I'd rather they learn proper respect before teaching them about respecting goblins and such."

Lucius' face took on a look of interest. "Now that I can quite agree with. I just don't think that the … wizard who runs Hogwarts would agree."

"Well, start getting people behind it. Your argument can be that if Hogwarts can teach a class about Muggles, CERTAINLY they can find the space to teach a class about Magical Society. Why should OUR world be given short shrift? As a matter of fact, we should reorganize the Hogwarts history classes: One year of Wizard History and Tradition, One year of the History and Tradition of Magical relations such as goblins and centaurs and the rest, One year of the Muggle interaction with the Wizarding world, and then two years of wars and magical inventions and great wizards in history. I'm not a teacher so someone should put together the class who knows more than I. But if you want a law which teaches new wizards and witches proper tradition, I'll back it. But you have to give something back."

Lucius was very interested. "Oh?"

"Yes. The Muggle studies at Hogwarts is abysmally out of date. We teach things that Muggles did 50 or 100 years ago. Do you know that Muggles have visited the Moon – and that was 20 years ago?"

Lucius was shocked. "That's impossible!"

Cornelius chuckled. "No. It's widely known in the Muggle world. They have devices that could destroy London in about 2 seconds. They have planes that fly faster than sound. They have devices which speak around the world instantly – with something small enough to hold in your hand. I think I'm tired of Wizards being looked at like idiots by Muggles because we refuse to educate ourselves. If we can't curse them or throw our superiority in their face, at least we should show ourselves just as intelligent and knowledgeable when circumstances require it."

Lucius looked at the Minister for Magic. "You might just have something. I will get back to you on these things."

Cornelius stood with Lucius following. "Please do. I look forward to your next visit." He stuck out his hand and Lucius shook it. As Lucius got to the door the Minister stopped him. "Oh, Lord Malfoy."

"Yes, Minister?"

"I believe that your family motto is something like: 'Nos solus arcum ad Magia.' Is that right?"

"Yes," Lucius looked back, nodding his head.

"I hope that your family remains true to this from now on. I know in that last conflict you were forced to violate that by a madman. If that madman ever returns, your family would be forced to violate its own history once more. I hope that I can trust you not to allow or create that situation again if you can prevent it?"

Lucius looked at the Minister carefully. "If I can help avoid it, I will."

"Good."

Cornelius went back to work. Soon, however, he was interrupted again. His secretary announced Arthur Weasley.

Once again, Cornelius stood to greet his visitor. "Arthur Weasley. Hello. Welcome to the Minister's office. How can I help you today?"

The head of the Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts shook the Minister's hand nervously and said, "Thank you, Minister. I wanted to speak to you about your proposal."

The two men sat down. "Well, alright. What is the problem?"

"No problem, as it is. Just curiosity: Why did you suggest me to run the Interior?"

Cornelius smiled at the man. "I know that you have a reputation as being a bit odd with your fascination with Muggles and that has perhaps held you back a bit. I also know that you are aware but have ignored this. Yes?"

Arthur gave a small smile. "That's true. I don't really much care."

"That's fine. Everybody has their interests. In looking over the way we do things, I noticed that we deal with Muggles in far too many places in the Ministry and it really should only be in once place. Your office hasn't had any complaints against it other than those who you catch disliking being caught. This tells me that you can do the job. You also are a family man. You have four attending Hogwarts now?"

"Yes, that's true."

"Yes. And in a couple of years that will be five. In my mind, if I want to get this Ministry more efficient I should put people in charge who can do their jobs. And if you make a bit more money and can give your family a bit more because of it? It's all to the good."

Arthur nodded, feeling emotional. "Thank you, Minister."

"You're welcome. There is, however, a problem."

Arthur got nervous again. "Oh?"

"Yes. While you are fascinated, unfortunately you have a tendency to go on and on about things that you don't fully understand. I know you want to learn things, but sometimes you put off the people around you."

Arthur blushed. "That's true. It's a bad habit."

Cornelius chuckled. "Well, we're going to fix that." Cornelius took out a parchment and wrote a letter. "This is a letter authorizing you to take a month of paid time to learn about Muggles. It also authorized 300 Galleons from the Minister's office discretionary fund for you to purchase books from Muggle stores dealing with basic Muggle things as well as proper manners and etiquette from a Muggle point of view. Whether this bill passes or not, you understanding Muggle things better will only help in your job – the old one or the new one. Now, I suggest contacting Minerva McGonagall at Hogwarts and asking for the name of a recent Muggleborn graduate who would be willing to teach you about Muggle things for the month. The letter adds a 100 Galleon consulting fee to pay whomever you find who can help you. I will need receipts and records and all of that for the accounting office to ensure you're not spending the money frivolously, but any necessary expense to do what I am asking is acceptable. I can authorize up to 200 more Galleons if absolutely necessary but would prefer that you keep costs down – as long as the job is done properly. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Minister. Thank you." Arthur accepted the parchment and stood up. "I won't let you down."

"I know you won't. Oh, and I would suggest that at most 100 Galleons of that goes to taking your family to a Muggle amusement park or some such thing to really see how Muggles live – make them all leave their wands at home except you and your wife of course – I don't need the Obliviators called out if there are mistakes. As long as your records indicate it's a Muggle thing, it will be fine. If your consultant joins you, they'll have to pay for it out of the 100 Galleon consulting fee. I'm certain Gringotts can convert Galleons to Muggle money as necessary."

Arthur shook the Minister's hand vigorously. "Thank you, Minister. I can't say how much this means to me."

"You're welcome. Now go on now, get moving on this. I want you ready if this reorganization bill passes."

Arthur left in high spirits. Cornelius chuckled and went back to work. After another half an hour, he was interrupted again.

"Welcome, Amelia. What can I do for you today?" The Minister once again invited his guest to have a seat.

Amelia Bones sighed. "We have a problem."

"Oh?"

"You know the list of prisoners and such that you asked for before your inspection?"

"Yes."

"I found that one prisoner has no record of being convicted." Amelia looked worried.

Cornelius tried to look shocked – he mostly succeeded. "Do you mean that there is someone in Azkaban who wasn't tried before the Wizengamot?"

"Yes. Not even charged as far as I can find."

"Who is it?"

"Sirius Black." The Director of the DMLE was expecting fireworks. She was pleasantly surprised.

"Oh, Merlin. That's going to be a problem."

Amelia nodded. "What do you suggest?"

Cornelius gave a little shrug. "Well, neither one of us was in charge when he was put in. So when it becomes public we can honestly say we found it on a standard review. We're going to have to get him a trial."

"He's been there for 9 years!" Amelia said. "I don't even know if he's sane. And there will be people upset if we open up this can of nifflers."

Cornelius looked at Amelia and said, "Don't care. I … don't … care. This Ministry for Magic is not in the business of revenge or in acting because it's convenient or popular. We follow the law. Get Black put quietly in Minimum Security and get him cleaned up. Put people you trust on it who won't talk. Get together all of the evidence you have and any available witnesses and get ready to put him in front of the Wizengamot in three weeks. That should give him enough time to recover from heavy Dementor exposure if he can. He'll have to testify using veritaserum. If anyone complains that we're wasting time or money, they should be told that doing our job properly can never be considered a waste and that every witch or wizard deserves to be treated according to the law. Justice is not vengeance. If he's guilty, we can tell the public that we're making sure that the Law is followed fully and that no witch or wizard is put in Azkaban without a fair hearing. If he's innocent, we can tell them the same thing and that we fixed a problem we inherited."

Amelia considered the Minister thoughtfully. "I was very nearly expecting you to want to keep the Ministry from looking bad."

The Minister chuckled. "Well, I think covering it up would be worse for us. I think the average witch or wizard will be satisfied that their government is willing to do the right thing even if they own up to making a mistake. It let's them know we'll do the job right even if people disagree and that they won't be railroaded into Azkaban falsely."

The Minister sighed after Amelia left. It had taken all of his willpower not to order it covered up but the Lone Traveler had been adamant when they talked about it.

Cornelius did notice that people were treating him with more respect since he started following the man's advice.

Finally, there was one more visitor for Cornelius to deal with. "Madam Longbottom. Welcome to my office. How can I help you today?"

When the two were seated, Augusta Longbottom spoke. "Your proposal was startling. Especially your suggestion at my appointment. I was wondering why. I was not one who voted for you."

The Minister chuckled. "I know. And that's fine – everybody is entitled to an opinion. However, I am the Minister now and I have to see to it that the Ministry is run well. History has no shortage of finding those named 'Longbottom' in service. You are also, according to my knowledge, one who doesn't suffer fools gladly."

The Dowager Longbottom gave a small smile. "That is quite true. Any number could give testimony to that who have found themselves at the end of my wand – or tongue."

"Yes. And if the Ministry is to run well, we will need voices of great conviction ensuring that it remains that way. The Undersecretary of the Ministry will even have to deal with the Chief Warlock at times as the Wizengamot will follow under that area. I know that you respect the man but are not one of his toadies."

"Yes. While my son and daughter in law followed him in the last conflict, I was more … skeptical. I thought giving the Aurors stronger teeth was more appropriate."

Cornelius nodded. "Of course. And, by the way, I am heartily sorry for the price that your family, especially your son and wife, has paid in service to this nation. How is the rest of your family?"

"We are well. It has been much better since we became certain that my grandson will be invited to Hogwarts."

"Oh? Was there a question that it would be so? I find that hard to believe."

Augusta sighed. "I should tell you that this is private, but we worried for a number of years that he might be a squib. He hasn't had much accidental magic."

Cornelius' face took on a look of confusion. "Now that just doesn't make much sense at all."

"What?"

"Your son and daughter-in-law were quite powerful. And not closely related. I find it hard that such a two could produce a squib or someone who might be close to one."

"Well, as I said, we were worried."

Cornelius' face took on a look of concentration. "Your grandson was found with his parents after they were attacked?"

"Yes." The Minister could tell this was painful. "Alice shielded him with her body to prevent his being harmed."

"I am sorry for your family's losses. But, has your grandson ever been cleansed of any Dark residue from the attack?"

Augusta looked interested. "Cleansed? What do you mean?"

"Your grandson was cleared by a cursebreaker I hope after the attack," the Minister said.

"No. He was cleared by St. Mungos."

"Oh, that will not do. Can your family afford a 200 expense?"

Augusta was curious. "Quite easily."

"Good. For your grandson's benefit, please go and retrieve him and meet me at Gringotts in," the Minister looked at his watch, "let's say 30 minutes."

Being very curious as to what the Minister was on about, she stood up and replied, "30 minutes then," and left.

Thirty minutes later found the Minister standing outside of Gringotts with his two guards. Madame Longbottom, in her traditional dress, was accompanied by a young boy.

"Ah Madam Longbottom. So this is young Neville?"

The Dowager Longbottom nodded. "Yes. Neville, say hello to the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge."

Nervously the boy put out his hand. "Good to meet you, sir."

The Minster shook the boy's hand. "And good to meet you. No need to be nervous. Did your Gran tell you why I asked you here?"

"Er. No, not really."

"Well, we can explain inside. Shall we?" The minister offered the lady his arm which she took in a proper manner.

The group went in. Madam Longbottom asked curiously, "Your guards stay outside?"

Cornelius chuckled. "Yes: Nothing safer than Gringotts of course. I think that if they wanted to hurt me, two wizards wouldn't do much to stop them. I'm not really worried though."

The guards who overheard hid their smirks as they opened the door for the party. The Minister was correct that two wizards were not much of a challenge.

Augusta was surprised when the Minister got in line just like anyone else who visited the bank. Shortly however, a goblin appeared and invited them to follow him. "This is Slipnose: He's my account manager. Very helpful he's been."

Augusta nodded. "It is good to do business with you, Slipnose." She didn't get to her position by being stupid.

The goblin nodded. "And good business to you as well, Madam Longbottom."

Very soon they were in the goblin's office, which was different than the room the Minister had met the goblin in before. "What can Gringotts do for you today, Minister?"

"Yes. Thank you. Anyway, it has come to my attention that young Neville here was present when his parents were attacked. He was just over a year old. Per our earlier discussion, you have the means to ensure no Dark residue is left. Madam Longbottom has the means to pay for the necessary procedure and I wished to facilitate it."

Slipnose observed the nervous boy and said, "I will take you to one of our healers and they can verify."

Madam Longbottom nodded in agreement, actually feeling somewhat relieved. Since the Minister had asked, her stress had been going up and up. "That's fine, thank you."

"Minister, my leaders were interested in the matter you spoke of on your last visit."

"That's good, Accounts Manager. And I will be willing to return to speak of it, but the health and well being of a child, I believe, takes precedence over business matters."

Slipnose stood up, waiting for the group to follow. "It is as you say."

"I will be return next Tuesday at 5:00. Is that acceptable?"

"Yes. Follow me."

The goblin led the group to a large room. On one side were a number of beds, most sized for the smaller goblin stature. A few were larger. On the other side of the room, it was blank rock.

The goblin present spoke to Slipnose for a moment in their own language. The healer then turned. "Young one, I am Breakfist, Healer. You will follow my directions?"

Neville looked to his Gran nervously, who nodded. Neville replied, "Yes. Er. I'm Neville. I'll do as you say."

"Good. Follow me."

The goblin led Neville over to the almost empty side and stood between four stones set into the ground before a small stone table. Neville stood nervously as the healer retrieved a cup full of some liquid, a blank parchment, a quill, and a small knife.

"Cut the pad of a finger with this knife and place 7 drops of blood within the cup."

Nervously, Neville did as he was asked. He counted out loud as the blood dripped. When he was finished, he pulled back his hand.

"Give me your hand." Neville put it out and the healer pushed it against a stone from his pocket. When the stone was pulled back, Neville's finger no longer bled.

"Now, stand still." Neville stood as still as possible while his Gran and the Minister watched. The healer chanted over the goblet for half a minute and then the four stones lit up. After two more lines, the cup, too lit up and then the light disappeared. The quill was put into the cup and the healer stood back.

Suddenly, the quill lifted from the cup and began writing on the parchment. Neville recognized none of it. When the quill was done, the healer took the quill and cup over to a fireplace and threw the quill in. He then put the cup within the fire, allowing it to burn away the residue. "Not good to have freely given blood sitting around," the healer said.

Augusta Longbottom nodded. "That is wise, healer."

The healer grinned at her. He then returned and took the parchment and read it. He made various noises. "Young one. You work with earth and soil and plants?"

"Yes. I, umm, we have a greenhouse and I work there most days when I can."

The healer nodded and turned his head to the witch. "Your family is wise and blessed. While your grandson had some taint from the attack, the constant exposure to earth and soil over the years has pulled the taint away from him. His available magic has been working to push the taint out since he got it. I recommend that he continue the practice at least until he begins his formal education. He will have no permanent effects from the exposure."

Augusta was suddenly both relieved and upset with herself. She had long complained that her grandson spent his time gardening. She hadn't been aware that doing this was helping him. "Neville. I hereby withdraw any negative comments I may have had regarding your desire to work in the greenhouses. I was not aware that it was your magic's way of cleaning itself."

"Er. That's fine, gran. I didn't know either." Neville was actually quite happy to follow the healer's advice – and his Gran wouldn't be saying anything against it anymore! It was a good day for the boy.

Augusta then realized something. "Healer? You said 'Available magic'? Does he have magic that is unavailable?"

The healer glanced down at the parchment. "Yes. He has two child locks on him: Quite common to see such things from parents who have children with strong accidental magic as a baby. I thought you were aware."

Augusta's face drained. "No, I wasn't. Can they be removed?"

"Oh, quite easily. Should I do so?"

Both Neville's and Augusta's voices were heard in unison. "Yes, please."

"No problem." The healer went to a recessed stone area and took another stone and brought it over. "This time, just prick your finger. One drop is all we need."

Neville enthusiastically did as he was asked. The wound didn't even need healing.

The goblin placed the stone on the table and chanted over it. Soon, all five stones (four on the ground and one on the table) as well as Neville's body flashed a blue light.

Neville almost moaned at the sudden feel of his magic flowing through him.

"There, all done." He turned to the Dowager Longbottom. "Make certain that when he begins his formal education that he has his own focus, properly attuned. I know that some families use legacy foci but such would interfere with the young one's growth. His magic is very strong and if he is to learn control he will need a proper focus. Do you understand?"

Augusta nodded. "Thank you, healer. You have done our family a great service."

"It is my job. It will be 60 Galleons total – less than it would have been had he needed a cleansing."

"I will pay immediately."

"Then we are done."

Cornelius, however, had a question. "Healer? You say that working within the earth and soil cleanses Dark magic?"

The goblin became enthusiastic as he spoke on matters of his craft. "Oh, yes. Very effective! It is always interesting to see how much cleaner the magic is with witches who work a garden everyday or the children of families who don't have enough to pay for servants to work the land. Wizards of the past knew this – your people used to have various gatherings and celebrations at the equinoxes, solstices, at the Harvest, etc. Such things used to take the place of the need to work the land to clean their magic. It's a pity that such things have fallen away in the last few decades. Your people would enjoy much cleaner and stronger magic otherwise."

Augusta and Cornelius looked at each other in something akin to horror. Augusta said, "Dumbledore has been trying to get rid of the old ways for almost a century. Does he know how much damage he could be doing?"

Cornelius replied, "I don't know. But something must be done. It's coming clear why we've seen more dark wizards in the last couple of centuries – less people work the land and we've been ignoring traditional celebrations."

Augusta nodded. "What do we do?"

The Minister turned. "Healer? Can you provide written testimony to what you just said? And possibly any references from Wizarding books of the past that verify your statements? I will be happy to pay for your time and expertise to do so."

The healer considered the Minister. "I know it isn't very like my people, but I will provide this at no cost. I am a healer first and it pains me to see suffering because of ignorance. Do something about this and I will consider the bill paid."

"I will do whatever I can." He looked at Augusta. "We're going to have to go against Dumbledore about this – we need to plan thoroughly."

Augusta nodded. "Let's get your bill passed first. I will need the extra leverage to help you. We don't want to give up any hints before we are ready to act."

"Agreed."

The two magical humans turned to the Healer. "Breakfist, you have our thanks. I will begin working toward this within 40 days – when we have curtailed some of the Chief Warlock's power to prevent it."

Slipnose, who had stood back and watched, gave the healer a respectful nod. "Another matter to bring before our leaders. My thanks as well, Healer Breakfist. Good Health and Wealth."

"Good Health and Wealth to you as well, Accounts Manager."

Augusta signed over payment once they had returned to Slipnose's office and took her grandson out to Fortescue's to celebrate. The Minister and Slipnose spoke briefly in preparation for their next meeting and the Minister withdrew.

Harry Potter, Lone Traveler, watched the family of three grasping on to each other in relief and happiness. He had been just in time to prevent the greater tragedy and little Luna Lovegood, he hoped, would not grow up without her mother's love.

He felt the call as he watched. "Mr. and Mrs. Lovegood?"

"Yes? What can we do for you to whom we owe much?"

"Enjoy life. Also, please tell the Minister, Cornelius Fudge, that I have moved on. I've taken care of most of the problem but he'll have to take care of the main piece when it shows up on July 31, 1991. Can you pass of the message?"

The couple nodded enthusiastically as their little girl clung to them. "Then I wish you a happy life."

A/N: Harry was working on Harry's situation out of sight. This is about the Minister being far different because of meeting the Lone Traveler. The Lovegood/Harry deal was peripheral.