Disclaimer: This Harry Potter story was written for fun. All rights belong to the wonderful lady (JK Rowling) who gave the world Harry Potter to read and enjoy. No ships. Bashing around everyone.

First of the last three chapters of this story.

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The Queen's Prerogative

It was Sunday, 14 July 1996, and the wizards and witches representing the families with voting seats in the Wizengamot gathered to sign away their seats. Not everyone was there voluntarily – the promise of arrest and a trial for treason had been used to force two old wizards to appear today. The Royal Reformation Army had proven capable of capturing and trying persons targeted for prosecution in the first week of July – former Professor Minerva McGonagall and Former DMLE Director Amelia Bones were both languishing in prison for the rest of their lives. Former Minister for Magic Cornelius Bones had not lasted two weeks in prison before another inmate killed him in some grisly manner that was not detailed for the public.

The former ministry notables and the military wizards from the Royal Armed Forces faced off in the deserted Wizengamot chamber at the bottom of the Ministry for Magic. Records and artifacts throughout the building had been removed quickly by the Unspeakables and helpful elves.

Today, there weren't any cushions or even benches in the Wizengamot chamber. The chief warlock's throne was gone but the scorched stones where Augusta Longbottom and Albus Dumbledore died were still clearly present.

There were just grumbling wizards, agitated teenagers, and armed soldiers waiting with reporters and photographers.

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Sign Away the Seats

Rita Skeeter managed to find employment at Witch Weekly when she promised to report honestly and write stories that were not sensationalized. For the first week of her new employment, she'd kept that promise but today would test that oath.

In front of her, she had an angry Lord McMillian, a sad Susan Bones, an indifferent Neville Longbottom, and a happy Harry Potter to interview. Each of them was returning their right to be lords (or ladies) in the Wizengamot to the crown this afternoon. These four represented the best-known lords and were gathered for a joint interview. To start, Rita threw the interviewees off by asking a strange question; 'What have you done to help others during this crisis?'

"Help others? I'm a lord! I lead and can't be bothered to 'help' people. Everything I do helps people by enforcing the laws," growled Edgar McMillian.

Susan and Neville admitted they hadn't 'helped' anyone. They were both still in shock over the huge changes in their lives. Susan's aunt had been convicted and sent to prison for life. Neville's 'grandmother' had been revealed to not truly be his grandmother, a murderer, and a witch stupid enough to have made a horcrux that exploded and killed her in this very chamber three weeks earlier.

However, Harry was willing to sign over the eleven seats he held without a moment's hesitation. He explained, "It's important that we all help during the reformation. We can't sit back and just watch. Some people are confused and don't even know who the queen is, so we need to give them information. There might be hungry kids and old folks, and we need to do our part to make certain they get food."

"Mr Potter, what's your opinion of this Reconciliation Commission."

Neville spoke up, "Call him Potter-Black."

"Why?" asked Skeeter.

"That's his name," insisted young Longbottom.

Rita asked, "Okay, 'Mr Potter-Black', what's your opinion of the Royal Reconciliation Commission?"

"The commission is a great idea! Wizards and witches can ask questions and get answers to their questions."

Snidely, Lord McMillian asked, "Alright then, what gives this muddy queen woman the right to take away my seat in the Wizengamot?"

"Don't call her 'muddy' sir, that's being disrespectful of our sovereign."

"She's not my bloody sovereign!" he insisted.

"Well, yeah, she is," Harry said. "When the guy who was king set up the charter for Magical Britain – in the 1650s I think – we became a self-governing group of people. Like the crown dependencies on the Isle of Man, Guernsey, and Jersey. We had our own government but we're still loyal to the monarch. But the Ministry for Magic forgot the laws in the charter, so the queen revoked it."

"No, I refuse to believe this. I don't…we don't have to do what this muggle queen says," shouted Edgar McMillian. The older wizard suddenly turned pale and clutched his chest.

"What's happening to me?" he demanded to know.

A medic rushed forward and helped the wizard to the floor where he lost his magic, shrivelled up and died. The medic shook his head, "We told him that the crown's magic was stronger than his. He denied the queen's commands and that's treason. He lost his magic."

David McMillian, Lord McMillian's eldest son was present in the chamber so when it was time for the right for McMillian seat to be returned to the crown, he signed for the only time as 'Lord McMillian'.

Harry signed eleven different times, returning all eleven seats to the crown. Neville signed away the Longbottom seat, and Susan frowned but signed her name, returning the Bones seat to the crown.

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Chamber of the Wizengamot

Everyone in the chamber where the Wizengamot met felt the magic begin to fade away when Colonel James Harrison signed the document labelled Queen's Prerogative of 1996 as the Crown's representative.

Harry asked, "Is this place really deserted?"

Harrison indulged the young wizard and replied, "Yes, the Department of Mysteries moved out first, but their new location has not been revealed."

Leaning closer, Harry asked, "Did they really move?"

"Yes, this whole structure is going to be filled in with dirt to hide that the Ministry for Magic was ever here. I'm worried because it will take a couple years to finish. We have to remove all the walls and floors, elevators, etc. before bringing in the dirt and stone."

The colonel said, "Every department and all the records have been moved north to the new buildings in Birmingham."

"At those buildings where they held the trials?" he asked.

"Yes, the Reformed Ministry for Magic."

Harry snickered , "Everything will be above ground so that the mundane government can keep an eye on them."

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Gringotts Remains Sovereign

"I have one more question, colonel," Harry said when the man turned away.

Because of the boy's efforts to help the people and cooperated with the Royal Reformation Armed Forces, Harrison turned back though he had a frown on his face.

"What's happening with Gringotts? You're not going to try to change them, are you? Not going to try and force them to do anything different, are you?" asked Harry.

"No," Harrison assured the young wizard. "Gringotts will be treated like the Isle of Man you mentioned earlier. The goblins will be a self-governing dependency of the British Crown.

"Good. They are fierce, and I'd hate to see any fighting there."

The colonel inclined his head before he turned and walked away, determined to get away from this structure where magic was fading away. It would soon be nothing but deserted floors underneath a carpark.

And within a year, it would just be filled in with stone and dirt.

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A Hiccup in a Devious Plan

With an idea for a prank forming in his mind, Harry returned to The Wheel after the ceremonies and discussions in the deserted Wizengamot chamber. Leaving after all the photographs had been made, Harry listened to the discussions about how long it would take to remove everything here and fill the space up with rocks and dirt.

Commander Harrison admitted the task would take at least a year, a large chunk of his budget, and could prove dangerous to the workers.

'I wonder…' Harry thought. 'This might be a good prank. A devious prank.'

The young wizard remembered that the previous December he'd thought about using Improved Finite Incantatem to destroy the Ministry for Magic by returning the carved out space to it's original condition like he'd done with the Chamber of Secrets and Azkaban. He cancelled the idea because it might kill innocent people.

Today, after Dobby popped him back to The Wheel, he hurried up the stairs to the nursery and spent two hours with Evans. Winky assured Niffler-Daddy that Evans needed one nappy change in his absence and she would willingly allow the wizard to handle the next one – the smell that Kreacher promised had arrived.

But that evening, during supper in the nursery with a fidgeting Evans entertained in his crib by Kreacher, Harry broached the subject of using the IFI ritual to fill in the ten floors at the ministry. Harry said, "With the prime number of elves, it shouldn't drain too much power from us."

Winky and Dobby simply shared a glance before nodding in agreement and were planning on when to summon the other elves when Kreacher commented, "Must be scheduleds around Evans Baby sleep schedules."

Harry asked, "What do you mean?"

The elf looked scandalized and explained, "No! Never do rituals with Evans Baby in rituals room! Not sleeping, not behind shields, not wards! Evans Baby never, never near a rituals!"

"Of course not," Harry agreed.

"Then where be's Master Evans Baby while Mr Harry Potter and his ten and seven prime elves – all his elves – making rocks come back from Null Magical Space Nothingness?"

Harry argued with himself for an hour, "We can't do it! I won't leave him here for an hour without anyone with him!"

The three elves remained silent as their wizard debated what to do.

"Could a magical portrait watch him?"

"They'd have to be able to come to the ritual room if he woke up. We'd have to stop in the middle of the ritual – what would that do?"

"Can I hire a babysitter? God, that would be a disaster from the get-go. "

"Guys, I don't think we can do it."

Miss Winky and Dobby nodded in agreement. Kreacher muttered about living with idiot elves and a niffler before he popped away. When he reappeared, Kreacher had Charliedickerson.

"There be's elves at Hogwarts with nanny training. Theys be liking Mr Harry Potters-Black, but Kreacher wonder for how much longer if wizards never thinks common senses."

With much preparation and stocking of a complete nursery in the most secure portion of Potter Manor, and a lecture a half-hour in length from Niffler-Daddy Harry to a very nice elf who nodded in agreement with the wizard's every command, Evans Baby was left alone with the Hogwarts elf.

Niffler-Daddy forced himself to focus on his task for the hour and forty-five minutes required to prepare, perform, and recover from the Improved Finite Incantatem that returned the space under the Carpark in London to its original state before any holes were gouged by wizards and goblin engineers.

That night Niffler Daddy Harry slept in his own bed for the first time since Evans entered the house. Well, he slept in his bed for three hours before stumbling into the nursery to help with the midnight feeding. For the rest of the night, Dobby kept watch as his wizard slept in the recliner with a sleeping baby on his chest.

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Colonel Harrison's Headache

The office of the Commander of the Royal Reformation Armed Forces was busy with plans for lowering the illegal war wards that had hung surrounded the British Isles for more than twenty years. James Harrison finally felt confident that the mandate from the Her Majesty was possible to attain with in the schedule of twenty-four months.

The official hand over of power by the 'lords' of the Wizengamot had occurred with the single incident where one older wizard lost his magic. The Reformed Daily Prophet had covered the ceremony and the incident fairly and completely. There were few inflammatory letters generated by the death of 'Lord McMillian' because the wizard had been very unpopular among the other families. The photos of the other notables signing the Queen's Prerogative of 1996 in which they surrendered their voting rights in the defunct Wizengamot were more popular.

And the Potter teenager signed the document eleven times, led the other two teenagers to sign away their voting seats and historical power. The young wizard proved to be a loyal citizen following the queen's commands, as well as compassionate by spending his own money to ensure there was food for everyone hungry in Magical Britain during the chaos of the first two weeks.

Looking over his schedule, Colonel Harrison frowned when an aide interrupted the quiet office. The young woman explained, "Sir! The Ministry for Magic is gone!"

"Yes?" asked the colonel, confused by the young witch's statement.

"Sir, I mean the physical complex… the underground building in London."

"What about it?"

She visibly straightened her back and repeated the news, "The ministry is gone."

"What do you mean gone?"

"There's rock and dirt where there were ten floors of offices… The first engineers went this morning to begin their survey to start removing all the wizard-made walls, stairs and stuff. Anyway, there's only one staircase left, and it ends in solid stone."

Not wasting a second, Harrison ordered, "Get me the on-site commander on the phone."

Communications with the local commander was made and Colonel Harrison was flummoxed when the muggleborn wizard confirmed, "There's nothing here but stone. We used Defodio to gouge out a shaft three floors deep but it's solid rock. There's no remains or evidence that there were elevators, offices, walls or anything."

"Pull back from the car park and put up Muggle Avoidance Wards for the day. We'll get MI5.5 to come look at it."

The Unspeakables rushed to the carpark in London and confirmed that the ten floors of the Ministry for Magic had been filled in by rock and dirt. One Unspeakable commented, "It's just like Azkaban -everything went back to what it was before wizards carved it up."

Stumped but curious, Colonel Harrison once again read the report about Azkaban's return to its original form. The door and all the windows had been sealed by rock and the prison appeared to have never been carved out.

Being a muggleborn wizard, Colonel Harrison knew how magic provided surprises, and he was able to accept that in some way, 'magic' had a hand in the disappearance and end of the structure underneath London that had been the Ministry for Magic.

The Reformed Daily Prophet carried the news and photos of the gouged-out shaft used to determine that the space was truly filled up. (And university personnel who studied geology came to use sonar and ground piercing technologies to confirm that there were no caverns or open spaces underneath the carpark.)

In a most peculiar development, the shaft that had been gouged out of the new rock using Defodio was plugged up once again before the week ended.

"Leave it alone," was Colonel Harrison's order to everyone under his command, to MI5.5, and the press.

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Dobby and Kreacher privately cursed the Royal Reformation forces for gouging out the rock again to leave a shaft three floors deep. Their irritation was caused by the distress it created in Mr Harry Potters-Blacks to have to leave Evans alone inside Potter Manor for the twenty minutes it took for the IFI ritual to be completed and restore the stone a second time. Miss Winky handled the problem properly – Charliedickerson and the nanny elf came from Hogwarts to sit beside the crib transported to Potter Manor from The Wheel, while the niffler-daddy and his prime number of elves performed the ritual.

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