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Act Two: Epilogue

Tucked in a small office in a small corner of the ministry Arthur Weasley worked diligently on the various reports that he was keeling through in wait for any news on the procession of his headed bill. The bill that was being debated in the court hall at that very moment was a construct that had started forming after he-who-must-not-be-named was defeated by Harry Potter. Being a clerk in the seven-man office at the time Arthur had noticed a trend in how over 85% of instances of magical artifacts cursing muggles a direct tie to a wizard distributing it into the system is discovered. As a result, starting just under ten years ago, under a small wage and a growing family he started to craft the Muggle Protection's Act, a law that would see cursed wizarding items that are explicitly designed to trick muggles into being removed properly by the ministry.

Taking a short break from the work he looked over the newspaper, the story that was printed on the front page was the same one that had been running for the last few weeks, though not undeservedly. The paper displayed a crazed man with black hair and insane eyes yelling at the reader, why they continued showing that picture despite what the Wizgamont had ruled yesterday was questionable.

"Sirius Black found innocent of 1 count of wizarding murder and 13 counts of muggle slaughter."

The news when it first broke that Sirius Black was getting a retrial was the only thing that Wizarding Britain was talking about the last few weeks. Bartemius Crouch was constantly speaking on the wizarding wireless about how this retrial went against everything the government had stood for. It was just the Death Eaters trying to get their friends out of prison and take over the government. The arguments would have been effective if not for the person who pushed for his retrial.

Albus Dumbledore, the defender of Great Britain, the war hero, and everyone's teacher. No one could ever accuse Professor Dumbledore of being a Death Eater, Arthur would know that better than most considering his time spent as a mole in the government for The Order of the Phoenix. He had been proven innocent beyond a reasonable doubt that, in fact, he was innocent. The lack of an original hearing and sentencing does help with that. Arthur had seen him one of those days, bound in wizarding cuffs on his hands and feet with eyes that seemed to hold nothing. Walking near him felt as if walking near a chunk of ice, it leached off the heat, but more so Arthur left that walk feeling drained emotionally as he did when his father was murdered by he-who-must-not-be-named.

Arthur's musing was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. He returned the quick double clap with a "coming" as he stood and straitened his robe. A quick glance at a mirror had him readjusting his tie as well, the simple black thing with accents of red and gold. With a final fix of a stray hair on his brow, he crossed the room to the waiting threshold. With a slightly shaking hand, he pulled the door inwards to see an obnoxious set of neon orange with pale purple stripes robes with a wizard's hat that was blue and green polka dotted. "Professor Dumbledore?"

"Arthur, how many times have I asked you to call me Albus?" The great wizard before him asked. Arthur could only blink in awe, It didn't matter if you saw him once or one thousand times, the sure presence that Professor Dumbledore had was enough to bring amazement every time.

"I'm sure you have said it many times," he took a step back and opened the door in full swing, "please come in. Sit. Would you like some tea?" Walking to his desk he fixed some stacks of paper so that the place no longer looked like a pigsty, "sorry for the mess."

The good professor waved him off, "No bother. And I have brought my own," sure enough in his wand hand was a steaming cup in a muggle invention called styrofoam. It was meant as a one-use cup for office work and apparently increased work efficiency. "This blend comes from my friend in South America, it is strange to drink tea with accents of coffee and chocolate, but it does add a special flavor that I had not expected. I can send a bag for Molly and yourself if you wish?"

"It's no problem professor, that sounds a bit too exotic for either of us." Never one to pass up on such a great opportunity he did ask a favor, "perhaps you could pass on a few of those cups though. I would love to see how they work."

"Of course, Arthur, nothing would please me more, but perhaps we can discuss why I have come today?" He paused as we both maneuvered to my desk. After a few more seconds of pause, he started again, "The deliberations on your bill have concluded. As expected, section seven was not passed but every other component was able to be pushed through, as expected of your cousin she and her team did excellent work for you."

"Hoping that we could get the legal action tag putting them on probation for three years per level of dark magic was slightly too high of an expectation," Arthur started, the weight of the professors' words not yet settling. A decade of work concluded. "Andromeda was even able to get unannounced warrants and no double jeopardy approved?"

"It was magic to watch Arthur," Professor Dumbledore's eyes shone as he let out a natural-sounding laugh, in moments like this he appeared so human. So normal. But Dumbledore was anything but human. "She broke down the statistics, the likelihood of multi-action perpetrators, everything. She did so many stats that Lucious forgot how to speak after retort's all were rebutted with a new graph. She must have prepared 100's of those things, I tell you." Again, he laughed.

Malfoy. Arthur hated him. Over these ten years, his improper disposal of cursed mugglewere had led to at least as many cases but never was it his fault. It always traveled through Knockturn first. Paper trail was always there as was that despicable grin. He always had that look of superiority in every conversation they had, every battle. The previous 3 iterations had been taken down by him alone.

"You should not continue your feud with him. Something that happened to your father's father has nothing to do with you anymore. Lucious is a smart man, but I don't think him to be evil. You should forgive this feud."

"Sorry Dumbledore, that is the one thing I will never do. They cursed my entire line, only a fluke of magic gave me my wonderful daughter. And the pregnancy… no. I will never forgive that family." The disappointment was clear in the great man's eyes. He felt ashamed, almost like the look Percy gave when he returned with subpar grades in his third year.

"Well Arthur, I must be going. Other things to do and all."

"Of course, have a great day." With an enthusiastic wave, the good professor left. Once the door closed Arthur fell back into his chair and watched the ceiling. So much had just happened in those few minutes. Ten years. Ten years and finally his hard work had paid off. He had saved the lives of how many muggles with such a simple bill. He could look for thirty new members for his staff starting the next day as his department doubled in size with one simple bill. He couldn't wait to tell Molly, his rock and love. Her smiles and kisses he would get when he got home made him gitty like a schoolboy.

Could he even work anymore today? Probably not.

Telling his secretary he was leaving had the boy smile and note the time. Approaching the flue his walking was stopped by someone shouting his name across the atrium. "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Weasley."

Turning a young girl was running to him, quill and pad in hand. "I must have missed you in the office, but I'm glad I got here now. I am a politics writer for The Daily Prophet and would love to get some of your thoughts on your bill passing?"

Him? Interview? "I would love to, miss?"

"Cunningham. Would it bother you if we had it in my office in Diagon Alley since you appear to be leaving already?"

Agreeing he flued to her office. After an interview that seemed to last an eternity about the specifications of the bill, he finally walked out, feeling more tired than if he had just worked for that same amount of time. With a shrug, he figured he should check out his account, as the school year was coming soon. A stop by the investment office saw that it had been an abnormally good month for dragon dung leaving to an influx of galleons that seemed quite unreasonable. Going to Gringotts left another shock.

"Where did these 100 galleons come from?"

"A man named Nicolas Flamel is the name they were processed under," is all the goblins had in response.

"This must be a mistake."

"There are no mistakes at Gringotts. Your account was given exactly how much it should have."

Walking from the back to the Diagon Alley Flueway he couldn't help but think that it was the greatest day of his life. Getting to his home he yelled "Molly, I'm home." She did not reply. "Is anyone home." He said again moving to the clock. It seemed normal. Ron, Percy, Ginny, and The Twins all said they were home. Bill was lost, as normal. And in the garden Molly, and Charlie! His boy was home. A great grin plastered himself, this day continued to get better.

"Daddy?" A sniveling voice called behind him. It was so quiet from his normally boisterous girl.

"Cupcake?" He turned on a dime to see lost green eyes.

"Daddy, what's going on?" She appeared to have been crying. As quick as he could he swept her up into a hug.

"It is ok, cupcake. Why are you crying."

"It's Charlie. He just got home, and mom came to pamper him. But he yelled at her. Daddy, Charlie yelled. Like he was angry." With every word she built herself up into more of a fuss.

"It is ok, cupcake. I will go talk to him and mom and figure it out. Promise." He gave her a big smile as some of the fear left her.

"Promise." She said with puffed cheeks.

"I said I would." Putting her down he started for the door. "Outside." She nodded in response.

Walking around the house Arthur couldn't help noticing how beautiful of a day it was. The warm country air flowed around, and the sun shone brightly in the sky. Everything was going well until he saw the garden. Molly was seated on the dirty floor her hands cradled on her face her chest panted with suppressed sobs. Arthur prepared to yell at his second son until he saw his face. Charlie had been a strong boy. Sure, and confident. Of all his boys Charlie always seemed unshakable. Even with him fleeing the country at a woman's rejection he still had his smile as he stated he was taking the Romanian internship at a dragon farm rather than going to the quidditch draft. Now though, he truly looked lost.

He approached his wife. Putting a hand on her back he looked at his son. "Now, what did you do to make your mother so, hysterical?

"Dad." His boy said. His face was hard like metal. "Bill is dead."

The warm air blew around him. "What?"

"Bill is dead."

His heart broke. As he listened to the story of his boys traveling to Atlantis, having a real-life adventure. And eventually, the death by an ancient monster. Arthur could only think as the sun shone down bright and warm.

This was the worst day ever.

AN: Hello, quick update. I hope that everyone is liking the story. The next update for this one may be in roughly a month, for my Snafu fic sometime in the next two weeks. I am on a serious writer high right now so that might all be a little too ambitious, but I like my chances. With this Act 2 is officially over. Act three will begin with another interlude-like chapter and then back to Harry. As you can see, I have moved Sirius getting out of prison a lot earlier meaning that the third year will be very short, and I don't have anything as epic as Atlantis scheduled for next summer either.