The first stop on Harry's journey was St. Mungo's. If he was going to raise hell at the Ministry, he wanted to know everything about the situation. When he arrived via floo, he went straight to the Welcome Witch.
"Good afternoon Lord Potter, how may I help you?"
"Good afternoon. I need to speak with Healer Davis. Is she in the hospital right now?"
"I have not seen her, but let me check her schedule," she replied while looking into her files. "She should be in the Janus Thickey Ward, as she was supposed to start her shift an hour ago. Do you know where it is?"
"Yes, I do. Thank you for your help," Harry replied and went to the fourth floor. As he remembered that place from his visit during his fifth year at Hogwarts, the road there didn't take him long. When he entered the ward, he bumped into Healer Davis, who had just finished her routine check-ups.
"Good afternoon, Healer Davis."
"Good afternoon, Lord Potter. What brings you here?"
"I came to talk about your letter. Can we talk somewhere private?"
"Of course," she said and then took him into her office where they could talk freely.
"I need to say, Lord Potter, that I had not expected that you would react so fast to my message," she began.
"Please call me Harry, as my healer, you have that right. But to answer your question: I am an orphan myself, and I know how it feels to be neglected and unwanted. So, if I can do anything to help them, I will," he replied.
"I am relieved to hear that. What do you want to know?"
"First of all, you mentioned that the Ministry had a closed orphanage. Can you tell me more about it? I was always sure that underage orphans live in muggle orphanages."
"Only muggle-borns live in the muggle world. The Ministry had a small place for underage kids that no one could take care of. Granted, there were not a lot of those kids, no more than two dozen. In the wizarding world, families care more about their blood, so if a relative needs a new guardian, someone normally steps in. So, the Ministry never had any real problems with that. During the war, pureblood orphans were 'adopted' by Death Eaters. Half-bloods were forced to run away, as their lives were in danger. They mostly hid with friends and passed off as relatives, but sometimes they had to live on the streets in the muggle world. With the orphanage empty, Death Eaters had closed the place," Healer Davis explained.
"Then the problem is even bigger than I thought. We have to make sure that those kids adopted during the war are safe and find half-bloods that are in the muggle world."
"This is why I have turned to you for help, Harry. No one has even half the influence you hold right now. If you push the Ministry, they will be forced to react."
"Who did you contact in the Ministry?"
"I spoke to the head of the Department of Child Welfare in the Ministry. When I realized that it led to nothing, I asked for permission from the Director of the hospital to speak to Lord Greengrass, as his family is close to mine. The last person I asked for help was Lord Longbottom when he was visiting someone in the hospital. Both of them assured me of their help and suggested I talk to you."
"I promise to do everything in my power to assist those children. Now, besides finding a long-term solution, what do you require at the moment?"
"Money. The hospital budget has been stretched thin due to the ongoing war, and we were not prepared to handle the large number of unexpected patients that have come in. We are struggling to provide all the necessary treatments, particularly for a few patients who happen to be werewolves."
"Alright, here is what we are going to do. I will pay for their stay here. You can inform the Director that they are to get everything they need, no matter the cost. This is a short-term solution, and not the best one, but I will not have those kids suffer. As for a more permanent answer, I am going straight to the Ministry to check why they are unwilling to do their job."
"Thank you, Harry. I will inform the Director straight away," she replied, her voice full of gratitude.
"Then let's not waste any more time. If I have some news, I will send you a letter." Harry stood up and said goodbye before leaving the hospital. He used Floo to the Ministry, where he went straight into Kingsley's office.
"Welcome, Lord Potter," he was greeted by his secretary. "Unfortunately, the Minister is busy right now, as he has a meeting with his advisors. Do you want to leave a message?"
"That's even better that his team is there with him. Please go inside and inform them that I want to speak to them. Urgently," Harry replied with steel in his voice. Even though she was supposed to send away everyone, the tone of Harry's voice had shown her that he was angry. She did not want to be the one who would detonate that bomb, so she knocked on Kingsley's door and went inside. After a second, she motioned for Harry to go in. Harry found out that every department head was there, so he saw a few familiar faces like Gawain Robards, Arthur, and Percy, who got the job as head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.
"Harry, is something wrong? Amanda can usually withstand any pressure that someone is pressing on her. So, she needs to be freaked out beyond measure to not send you away," Kingsley welcomed him.
"Yes, Minister, there is a problem. I need to know why the fuck you or your advisors had decided that leaving over 100 orphans in St Mungo's without any financial help and bringing Mungo's to the brink of bankruptcy is an unimportant matter," Harry replied coldly.
"WHAT? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Precisely what I said. There is a horde of orphans that no one knows what to do with. And in the meantime, Mungo's is going bankrupt as they can't afford to keep them there. Healer Davis personally informed the head of DCW of that problem," Harry replied coldly.
"I was informed that there was a little problem with Mungos, but I did not know about that. I was assured that it will be dealt with soon," Kingsley had replied, trying to placate him but failing in this task.
"So, you know that the only hospital in this country faces problems, but you decided not to find out more about that. Let them worry about that themselves," Harry spat back.
"Who do you think you are speaking to, whelp? I am half of a mind to take my wand and teach you a lesson!" shouted the head of DCW, Hugo Macmillan. He was an older man around sixty years old, with a trimmed beard and long grey hair.
"Try to raise your wand at me, and you will start wishing that Voldemort is still alive, you inbred cretin. You and your generation are the reason he was able to take control of the Ministry. You are a bunch of useless cunts that barely see the end of your noses. So please do us a favor and shut the fuck up," Harry barked at him. Everyone in the room became silent, as they did not want to irritate him even more.
"Gentlemen, let's not start unnecessary fights between us. It will not help. Harry, I know you too well to think that you have done nothing, so can you please tell us what kind of help you gave them?" Kingsley tried to cool down the atmosphere.
"Tomorrow morning, I will transfer some money to Mungo's. It will last them for some time, but it is not a permanent solution," he replied.
You can't simply send money to the hospital!" Macmillan shouted in frustration. "It needs to be sent to the Ministry where we can ensure that it will be used wisely. Your lack of basic knowledge shows that you do not belong here, you mongrel!
Harry had started to shout insults back at Hugo until their fight was suddenly stopped by Kingsley. "That's enough," he boomed. "Hugo, go to your department and prepare all documents that pertain to the orphanage. Also, make a detailed report about the situation in St. Mungos. How many kids are there, and what is the cost Mungos is having because of that? Go." He ordered, not leaving him a place for objection. Macmillan stood angrily and left the office.
"Now Harry, don't get angry, but Hugo was right. It's the law that such donations need to go through the ministry first, and that a large donation needs to be made by a non-charity foundation; otherwise, we would need to tax it," Kingsley tried to calmly explain to Harry.
"Then ensure that the whole sum of money will end up in St. Mungos and that it will be used only for that goal. Lily Potter Foundation will be the donor of that money," Harry replied.
"But there is no Lily Potter Foundation," Percy replied.
"It was created 5 minutes ago, with Houses Potter and Black as the main donors for that cause. Paperwork will be submitted soon."
"I understand, Harry," Kingsley replied. He was not happy that Harry was giving the orders here, but he understood where he was coming from, so he allowed it. "It will be done, and we will start working on permanent solutions as well. But I am telling you upfront that it will not satisfy you, as we don't have a budget for that."
"Do your best," Harry replied coldly and left the room. He went straight to the manor. When he was there, in his office, he started to calm down, and reality hit him a bit. A few moments ago, he had run into the Minister's office, shouted at important people in the Ministry, gave his orders, and simply left. When he remembered that, he did not recognize himself. Sure, he had been harsh in the past, but never to that degree. But he also knew he was justified in his actions. The Ministry had messed up big time, and someone had to wake them. Even though he knew that would make him enemies, especially in Macmillan, he knew it was inevitable. When he publicly announced everything he was working on, the backlash would be big. His thoughts were broken by Mimsy, who had informed him that someone had Floo-called him. He went to the living room and saw Andromeda's face there.
"Hello, Andi."
"Hello, Harry. Are you busy today?"
"Not really. Has something happened?" Harry asked, worried a bit.
"Everything is alright. Don't worry. I am calling you because we declared Dora strong enough to travel, and she wants to get out of the house. So we have thought about visiting you."
"Come here as fast as you can," he simply replied.
"We will Floo in 10 minutes," Andi replied and left the call. Harry went to the office to send Healer Davis a quick message about his conversation with the Ministry. When he was done, he went to find the Grangers to tell them about Tonks' visit. Hermione was excited to see Teddy again, and her parents were interested in meeting more wizards. They went back inside and waited in the dining room. No more than a minute later, Andromeda went through the fireplace holding Teddy in a carrier. Behind her came Ted, holding Dora by the arm to make sure she kept her balance.
"Hello, everyone," Tonks greeted them.
"Hello to you too, Dora," Harry replied. "Dan, Emma, this is Ted and Andromeda Tonks, my good friends. Next to them stands their daughter Nymphadora Vulpecula Tonks. And this little gentleman in a carrier is my godson, Teddy."
"I swear, when they will allow me to cast spells, I will kill you, Potter," Dora growled. They decided to go sit outside to enjoy the good weather.
"What had you so riled up, Harry?" Hermione asked, looking closely at him.
"He is angry?" asked surprised Dora.
"Right now he is angry, but moments before he was furious," she explained.
"How in Merlin's name do you know that?" asked Tonks.
"Years of practice, my dear. All I need is one look, and I know everything he is feeling."
Harry then told them everything that happened today. They were outraged hearing about the Ministry's incompetence.
"Harry, when you said that you might use inappropriate language in Kingsley's office, you mean by that..." Hermione asked slowly. "Words that I will not repeat as children are here.
And I can be sure that Macmillan will try to make my life as hard as possible," Harry replied.
"Can I ask why they turned to you, Harry? Why an 18-year-old kid is a person they think of as a potential savior? And why were you allowed to barge into the office of the most important person in your society? I am not trying to attack you, Harry, but I am curious," asked Emma.
"I'm either seen as a dumb kid who should be quiet and taught a lesson, or hailed as a savior by Wizarding Britain. It's always been that way. Right now, they see me as a savior, so everyone is listening to what I'm saying. And the reason for this is simple - money and power. I inherited two seats in our parliament and two of the biggest fortunes in this country. No doors are closed before me," Harry explained.
"I know you warned us, honey, that life around Harry is crazy, but I'm still shocked," said Daniel, turning to Hermione.
"Welcome to my life, Dad. Crazy things are the norm for me. But I wouldn't change it for anything," Hermione replied smiling.
"What do you think will happen now?" asked Ted.
"The Ministry will come up with some half-arsed plan that will barely be helpful."
"What will you do if you're right?"
"Then I'll need to think about making the Lily Potter Foundation a permanent arrangement."
"A noble goal, Harry, but I'm warning you. It will put pressure on you to find a wife faster," warned Andromeda.
"Why?" asked a baffled Hermione.
"Because traditionally, ladies of the house were responsible for charity work. In the past, Lords were expected to donate money and let their wives do the work. If they see Harry doing that work, they'll start suggesting he finds a wife," explained the older woman.
"I don't understand your society," sighed Emma.
"Alright, enough of that. I finally was able to leave my prison, so let's not waste any more time on important topics," declared Dora.
No one objected, and they spent the rest of the day together. Harry made a firepit, where they cooked sausages and took Teddy for a walk around the property. The presence of his godson had calmed him considerably, allowing him to have fun for the rest of the day.