AN: Just a little idea I've working on for a while now. Let me know if you like it and want to see more.

UNTIL NEXT TIME!
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The moment the telephone box door opened, Harry's feet and curiosity took off on their own. And how could they not? The splendor of the ministry was surely enough to draw in a 15-year-old seeing it for the first time. What, with its polished dark wood floors and walls, gilded fireplaces, and Peacock-blue, gold-inlaid ceiling decorating the rather spacious hall. That wasn't even mentioning the centerpiece fountain where larger-than-life golden statues stood in the middle of a circular pool.

All the grandeur seemed to enthrall the teen so completely that even his instincts failed to notice the pearly whirlwind…until the clothesline struck him like a sledgehammer to the back of the head. One moment, Harry had been reading a sign about donations to St. Mugo's the next, he was clutching the back of his head with one arm as the other kept his face from meeting the floor. His hearing came back first, allowing him to hear his assailant apologizing.

"-orry! I'm so sorry!" She continued profusely as he regained his other senses. Her blow really knocked him around. The girl must've been strong if she'd done this much damage in an accident, which is what it sounded like based on her constant apologizing.

Harry carefully turned his head to get a look at her as she kneeled beside him. Her skin was pearlescent, and her hair was like snow, her eyes being gemstone red and worried. Overall, harry determined she was inhumanly pretty. This briefly reminded him of the Veela from the Quidditch Cup last year, minus the hypnotic pull. The sudden silence shook Harry of his thoughts and he returned to see that he had waited too long to respond. Now this girl's hands were covering her mouth and she looked like she was about to cry. This really made him feel bad, even though he was the on hurt. Harry went to assure her it was nothing but ended up wincing in pain as he tried to move, feeling a bit of liquid in the hand in his hair.

"You're bleeding," the girl had switched from worried to tears, to shocked. She gently grabbed his hand and moved it out of the way to get a better look. She was soft, very soft.

"Here, let me take care of that," she moved her hand to hover directly over Harry's injury, "it's the least I can do!" Now, her voice was cheerful. Harry only just noticed she hadn't drawn a wand before a brief flash of light and a ping filled the air.

And like that, the pain was gone. Harry sat up on his knees feeling around the back of his head bewildered, totally missing the intense confusion that flashed across the girl's face for a second. He turned back to the girl responsible for this. She just looked back at him with a cheerfully innocent expression. "Thanks, uhh…," was his smart reply.

"Oh! Where are my manners?" She took a hint Harry was not sure he was giving out. The girl stood up and curtsied with her white skirt as she introduced herself, "My name is Irisviel Von Einzbern; heiress to, and future head of, the Einzbern family." Irisviel, as she called herself, moved with elegance despite only being around his age…or, at least, that's what she looked like. As befitting of an heiress, Harry guessed. She also wore her skirt over black tights, white boots, and under a purple(-ish) shirt. More importantly, she didn't have a wand at all. So, how did she heal him?

"Um, I'm Harry, Potter." He hesitated, not sure if it was a good idea to add his last name considering his circumstances. Given that Irisviel just smiled at him with no recognition at all, he decided he made the right choice to trust her. Before this conversation could go any further, an old angry-looking gentleman in a white robe walked up to the teens, his gaze fixed on Irisviel. He must have been related to her, given his similar appearance. The surprises continued from there as the two began talking in German. Harry felt totally locked out.

"Harry! Harry!" called out Mr. Weasley, reminding Harry why he was here in the first place.

"Wait!" Before he could leave, Irisviel caught his wrist. She searched her pockets before her grandfather handed her a small pocket mirror, a rectangle no bigger than 10 centimeters long and the casing was made of what looked like pure silver…. Except for the intricate magic circle of various materials inlayed on the back. "It's a magic mirror! So, we can talk to each other later!" This girl was enthusiastic to say the least.

"Just channel your magic into the array on the back like this," she pulled out what appeared to be the companion piece and ran her finger along its circle's edge. Harry noted that the circle on the back of hers was different is very small ways…and that Irisviel had yet to pull out a wand. A tug on his senses brought him back to the moment and turned his attention to the mirror in his hand…which was showing Irisvie's face rather than his own reflection.

"Ah! Harry, there you are." Mr. Weasley arrived at that moment. He looked over the scene before turning the young girl, "I apologize young miss, but Harry here has an appointment he must get to right away."

Irisviel tilted her head for a moment before she beamed at this mystery man. "That's okay! Me and grampa are here for important things too!" Before anyone could ask, she went to her apparent grandfather's side and the two started walking away.

To Harry, this was just another part of this whole strange encounter. It was just so bizarre that Harry was lost in thought for a while, until he was practically smashed into the back wall of a lift. That's when he noticed the stares he was getting and, on instinct, put his head down, messed with his hair to cover his forehead, and pocketed the mirror the strange German girl had given him… though he did try to keep his and on it, even in his pocket. His mind, grateful for any kind of distraction from what was about to happen, wandered back to Irisviel Von Einzbern. She was too pretty, something Harry had become very suspicious of after learning about Veelas. In addition to that she could also preform wandless magic perfectly from what Harry had seen and felt even though she looked no older than himself. Not to mention just how strong she was. Successfully distracted, Harry mostly ignored the next few minutes as the voice from the telephone box rattled off floors and wizards came and went. He barely noticed being led down hallways, a brief talk with Kingsley Shacklebolt. It wasn't until they were in Mr. Weasley's office that harry was broken from his musings.

"Harry, you've been distracted all morning, are you okay?" Harry didn't miss the touch of concern in mr. Weasley's voice.

"Just a bit nervous I guess." Mr. Weasley's face softened a bit.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you're going to be alright by the end of this." Mr' Weasley decided to change the subject. "I saw you made a new friend in the atrium. Did the young lady introduce herself?"

"She told me her name was Irisviel Von Einzbern, that she was an heiress… then she gave me this mirror." Harry held out the girl's gift for Mr. Weasley to take. The older man's eyes scrunched in confusion as he examined the magic circle on the back.

"Not Alchemy isn't my area of expertise, but this like a finely made communication circle." Harry's eyes widened.

"Alchemy?" He must of sounded excited because Mr. Weasley chuckled a bit.

"Yes Harry. Now, I'll have to keep this when you get to the hearing, but I'll be sure to give it back after. Young miss Einzbern had given it to you after all." Just as Mr. Weasley was about to hand the mirror back, a timid looking wizard who apparently owned the desk harry was sitting at rushed in and informed the two that the hearing had been bumped up to five minutes ago and changed venues. With that bit of news Mr. Weasley put the mirror in one of his pockets to hold on to and rushed Harry to the new location.