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Backwater

Harry's eyes shot open. His sleep had been disturbed by another vision of his arch nemesis. It appeared that Voldemort was sending his followers to kill an old man and Harry was tired of standing by to allow the snake faced bugger to get his way.

It took five tries before Harry felt a rush of magic telling him that his attempt at portkey creation was a success. "I hope this works," Harry said nervously as the device activated.

He arrived to a scene of carnage. There were several Death Eaters fighting with men in black suits and to Harry's surprise, the men in the black suits were winning.

Harry crouched behind a large tree stunning any Death Eater that got within range until the fight ended.

"Drop the wand and put your hands on your head," a cold voice said from behind. "Do it or I will fire."

"Can I put it on the ground slowly?" Harry asked. "I don't want to damage it."

"Very slowly," the voice agreed.

"Thanks." Harry complied with the voice's instructions and soon felt handcuffs closing around his wrists.

They led him to a small windowless room and Harry spend several hours telling and retelling the grim faced men of how and why he'd come to be involved in the fight between them and the Death Eaters.

"One more time son," the grim faced man began. "Why did you decide . . ." he stiffened and looked at Harry for a few seconds. "Never mind, it looks like your story checks out."

"Can I leave then?" Harry asked.

"Not just yet," the man said. "Someone wishes to speak with you before we decide what happens next."
"Who?" Harry asked.

The door opened and the old man that was the target of the Death Eater assassination team walked in.

"Hello Harry," an old man with a kind smile said as he entered the interrogation room. "I understand that you were trying to save me?"

"Yes sir," Harry agreed. "I didn't know that your guards would be able to do it for you . . . um . . ."

"You're wondering why most of them weren't using magic?"

"That and why they were using unforgivables sir," Harry said nervously.

"Unfor . . . ah, the killing curse. It's not illegal here so long as it's used in self defense," the old man explained. "As for why they were able to use magic, well that's because the Secret Service has a high percentage of magic users. While they usually guard the President and his family, as a candidate I'm also entitled to their protection."

"Can I ask you something sir?"

"Of course Harry," the old man agreed.

"Why were the Death Eaters after you?"

"Because I'm not magical," the old man said with a laugh. "I did however serve on the Senate select committee for Magical affairs and I suppose they didn't want someone that knew so much about the magical world taking the presidency."

"Presidency?" Harry said with a frown.

"You didn't know?" The man seemed amused. "My name is Senator Snuffy and it is quite likely that I will be President Snuffy after the election next month . . . well, I hope it is anyway."

"Oh . . . what now?"

"I've spoken to the President and I've spoken to State," the Senator said. "And you've been given asylum if you want it. I've also seen the Canadian Ambassador and he's agreed to extend it if you'd feel more comfortable in a Common Wealth country, he also mentioned that it was likely that the Australians and the New Zeelanders would likely offer it if asked."

AN: Basic idea is my version of the cliché that Europe is a backwards bunch of morons so far as the rest of the magical world is concerned. Harry saved Senator Snuffy, or rather Harry tried to save Senator Snuffy. President Resident is the President in Harry Potter world as I'd rather side step politics if I write this. While I enjoy arguing Politics this isn't the venue. And while I may start a blog for that at some point to indoctrinate the world into my radical agenda, that time has not come.

Couple of Omake for Family Affairs in Chapter 61

Omake by: Tommy King

Draco Malfoy had, as usual returned home for the Yule holiday, it had taken some fixing by his father to allow him to go home after the Ball, but a 'family emergency' had come up.

It was just after breakfast and Draco was pacing up and down outside his father's study, an amused Lucius watching him using a surveillance spell, and after thirty minutes decided to put an end as watching his son was losing it's entertainment value.

He shouted "Come in" and waited for his son.

Lucius had read some Muggle psychology although he would deny Muggles having anything worthwhile to contribute and indicated to his son to sit in front of his desk. The desk was set up in such a way that there was a large gap between Lucius and whoever was talking to him and the visitor's chair was lower than his, automatically giving him the dominant position.

"Well then, boy, what has your britches in a knot?" he asked condescendingly. Over the years he had been subjected to his son moaning about Potter and Granger and many other smarter students and his empty boasting about getting one up on the Weasleys, as if that was something to be proud of, after all it was Draco's grandfather who was responsible for the Weasley's plight.

"Ron Weasley," started Draco and Lucius struggled to dtop himself from rolling his eyes. "He might be more into Pureblood ideals than we thought, there was a rumour he was going to the Ball with someone he was really serious about, he turned up with his sister! Why don't I have a sister to sleep with, how can I outdo him in keeping the family line pure, I have no female relatives but mother and I can't marry her because she's already married."

Lucius looked into his son's eyes and a shiver ran down his spine, he shuddered at the plans he saw and decided that Mad-eye Moody had the right idea, only eat and drink food he'd personally seen prepared, 'Time to father a spare and get Snape to arrange a Potions accident' he thought as he tuned out the rest of his son's ravings.

Omake by: davidiusbrown

As the dance wound down, Ron and Ginny were outside the castle, walking down a lighted path.

"Do you really think that Hermione may be out here?" Ginny asked.

Ron replied. "I don't know, but I don't like the way Krum was eying her. He's up to something, I know."

Suddenly, a crying Pansy Parkinson ran down the path yelling, "Draco! You bastard!" She ran right into Ron's shoulder. His body twisting, Ron fell, taking Ginny down with him.

Before they could get up, or even say anything, they were interrupted.

"Ah, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Weasley. This is so very interesting." Ron was lying flat on his back. Ginny was straddled atop him, her dress hiked up well past her knees, her head lying on Ron's chest.

"Twenty-five points from Gryffindor. Each. For your public display of affection."

Ron said, "That's it. We're dead."

"Mum's not going to like this." Ginny said, shivering against Ron.

Snape replied. "Don't assume that Miss Weasley. I imagine that something like this had to have happened before. Some families have their...traditions. Have you ever wondered why your mother's hair is the same Weasley red as yours?"