The next week was full of meetings with the Wizengamot, the governing body of Magical Parliament. Every house currently working within the law was represented, including the Weasley's, whose longstanding lawsuit against the Malfoy's was allowed, allowing the family to win over half of the ancient pureblood families fortune.

Sitting next to the Weasley's, the Longbottom's, Abbots and his own, the Potter/Black line, represented by his wife as the Potter representative, her mother as the Black, Ron as the Gryffindor and Hermione as the Ravenclaw.

The agenda called for more trials, caught Death Eaters and Death Eaters-in-training.

Again.

This group was too sent to the Veil of Death, or the Dementor's Kiss, their choice.

Once or twice, a Death Eater would cry foul by saying they were under the Imperius Curse, but a quick dose of Veritaserum would always negate that possibility. If someone was found, they'd be placed in magical protective services, and hidden as witnesses until they were needed.

In rare occurences, money laundering was the cause of one or two Death Eaters nearly getting off with a slap on the wrist. One such occurance, Death Eater Lucius Malfoy was found guilty of bribing an officier of the court, high treason, murder in the first degree of countless muggles, murder in the first degree of countless wizards, murder in the second degree of Albus Dumbledore, and aiding and abetting a known fugitive, Lord Voldemort, while claiming to have been a victim the entire time.

He was, in accordance with ancient laws passed by Merlin himself, executed by the Veil of Death, and his three-quarters of his family funds taken, given to those who had been wronged.

In an attempt to look humane, the Ministry offered him a final statement. The pureblood arisotcrat sneered, and said, "one day soon, the Ministry will fail. And, at that time, all those in attendance here, today, will forfeit their lives to the great and powerful Dark Lord. At that time, I will dance with glee, and accept my eternal punishment."

The crowed was stunned silent, as Harry glared and, with a motion, stunned the aristocrat. He pushed the ex-second in command through the veil, and smiled.

Families that, had before been poor, were given part of the former fortune, the Weasley's having gotten five million from a three-century old land deed that Gertrude Weasley signed with Palmer Malfoy, a loan that created the now defunct Malfoy manor. Apparenty Palmer disagreed with the conditions, and using an ancient law, passed the debt in the will, as an unclaimed debt, to remain unpaid.

With the reinactment of Merlin's Book of Magical Law, dozens of prisoners had been retried, and released. Sirius Black, pardoned post-humously because of corruption, was allowed a final resting place in Godric's Hollow, as his final wishes mandated. The families of Death Eaters were stripped of funds that were unnecessary, and placed into a central account that was held in trust by Gringotts. Normally, the Goblins would not do anything of the sort, but in an attempt to teach the Death Eaters a lesson, and to embrace the new Ministry, for any Ministry that employeed a half-Goblin, a Vampiress, a Werewolf, and a half-Giant, was one they would want to deal with, Vladimir asked Ragnoran, the cheif Goblin, to bend the rules.

Soon, it seemed that 1 September was on them. Due to the death of Albus Dumbledore, the school had to be refitted for the influx of students that came, for the protection offered by the Minister's personal guard. There were, at any one time, fifteen to twenty new students arriving to Kings Cross by portkey, and then another five would come ten minutes after that.

It was also decided that Harry, as Minister, would need his own office, a room would have been offered, but being married to the Defense Professor did have advantages.

For Aihblin Barabal, though, things were going wonderfully. She had plenty of responsibility, good blood, great new friends, including a certaiin werewolf named Lupin, and all the respect for a human that her sire would find disgusting. She smiled. Her father, a wonderful, respected man, had come to her as the ambassador to the humans, and asked her to go to the Minister. The old laws allowed for the free handling of freely given blood to a vampire, but an auror/hunting squad attacked a vampire and his 'dinner mate' one evening, and had killed the Vampire.

The 'dinner mate' was supposedly distraught over the fact that her friend had been killed, bymagic, and had logged a complaint that had made it to his desk. Ainblin was confused, Harrywould have never authorized anything like that under the old laws. She told her father that she'd take care of it, and had floo'd Harry.

He asked the name of the auror, the time of the murder, the statement from the 'dinner mate' and the spell used to kill the vampire. After reviewing the evidence Auror Dawlish had been fired, a third of his funds given to the 'dinner mate' in question, and was put on trial for murder in the first degree; including a violent act.

It was treated, therefore, like a hate crime. After that, he issued an apology to the Vampireleader, and his condolences, and a promise that his aurors would never be sanctioned for murder on a vampire. He also, to the Vampire's amusement, said that any auror accused of this would be placed on trial in the Vampire's courts.

As it stood, things between the Vampire's and Humans were greater than ever before.

The werewolves were almost the same. When a werewolf was attacked, and the smell of silver in his blood showed he was attacked, Harry sent Remus to the colony to get a statement. When he entered, being an Alpha Male as he was, Remus was targeted by the leader of the pack there, and had to fight for dominace.

He succeeded, beating the man squarely with a powerful punch to the jaw. He then took great strides in helping them understand that Harry was a friend, and the werewolf in question, Fenrir Greyback, was the man that turned him in the first war. He was attacked, on sanction by the Wizarding Government of Great Britain, as a Death Eater first and foremost.

Fenrir was later put to death, a pack of angry Werewolves biting into his neck as the full moon rose.

"Harry, I have some more papers here for you to sign before we leave tomorrow." Nym called from her office in Potter Mansion. Harry groaned as the events of the last month played on his mind. He walked into the office, taking the stack of papers, including treaties, updates from other offices in the Ministry, and, you're wanted at Hogwarts at 7:00 for the Sorting."

Harry sighed, sitting in a room full of his peers, who will see him as either political ally,or potential enemy, and watch a new set of said peers be sorted. He silently nodded to Tonks,and said, "it's alright. We've also got that meeting of the Wizengamot tomorrow morning. I've got to preside over it, and you've got to be there, luckily tomorrow is Saturday."

She sighed, looking at the paper that Harry was reading. The paper, an inquiry from the French Veela nation requesting a meeting, was the top of the list, and signed by Fleur Delacour.

Harry signed the paper, his title, "Minister of Magic, England; Order of Merlin, First Class; High Seat of the Wizengamot, Boy-Who-Lived, Chosen-One, Defeater of Dark Lord Voldemort, Honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League, Enforcer of Merlin's Book, Bearer of the Sword of Godric Gryffindor, Weilder of Mjollnir*, holder of Megingiord*, Heir of the Noble Houses; Potter, Black, Gryffindor, Supreme Lord of the Light", automatically appearing.

Harry sighed, the papers sitting at his side all containing the same thing. He swore it was the pen, but only a parchment signed with the Minister's Pen would be official. And, as that pen had been handled by every Minister, other than Fudge. He pushed that paper into the outbox on his desk.

Mr. Harry Potter
Office of the Minister for Magic, England
London, England

Dear Mr. Potter,
Allow me to introduce myself. I am your American Counterpart, Theodore Geoffries. I'm writing on behalf of the American Wizengamot, to offer you an entreaty, and our support on your upcoming struggle against the self-proclaimed Dark Lord, Voldemort. The America's see Voldemort as a potential threat to the safety of the magical community, and we've gotten reports of your actions since taking reigns on the Ministry.

First, I would like to make it known that we are working without the approval of our governmental leaders, and since the presense of magic is known in America without disdain, our responsibilities here are greater than anything. That said, our president does not believe that one man of Voldemort's caliber can harm the world.

As I remember the time of the last war, an Auror at the time, I can honestly say that it scares me to think the man back. Having never really thought him gone, for good that is, I was awaiting the time he'd return, and try to again take the world. As such, the American Aurors have been training for deployment to England, as soon as you're ready.

This, of course, is not without it's catch (a muggle saying of course). If you agree, we willneed to make a contract of non-judgement with you, so my aurors will be licensed to kill any Death Eater within reason. I would like to come to England, and meet with you. I realize you have school, so I am willing to set my schedule around whatever timetable you need. Please, realize that as leaders of our people, it is our responsibility to protect them from any threat, foreign or domestic.

Contact me with reply owl as fast as possible,
Theodore Geoffries (Minister for Magic, America; Order of Merlin, First Class; Order of Merlin, Second Class; High Seat of the Wizengamot, Grandmaster Dueling Champion, Master Auror General, Alpha; Former Headmaster, Salem School of Wizardry and Witchcraft; Weilder of Merlin's Staff)

Harry smiled. He replied, thanking the man for his help, and wrote out an order for the standing license to kill, if in a life or death situation.

"That must have been a good read, Harry. You've been sitting there for ages. How many more do you have to do, before we can leave for Hogwarts?"

"Actually, I'm finished. That last letter was from the American Minister, Geoffries. He's asking for an audience with me, and I sent that I'd be available at the first Hogsmeade weekend. He's sending some Aurors over. I'll ask that you help them integrate when they arrive at the Headquarters. I don't doubt Amelia's ability, but this needs handled Auror to Auror.

Also, I know I've got a detail, and that you know who's in it. Just don't let on that they're there. Do you know where our rooms are?"

"Quite impish, aren't you? Well, I guess you can be okay, you're tired. Yeah, the rooms are acroos the hall from Sir Cadogan, and he'd like for you to visit him as soon as possible. The password is "Mistress of the Minister". Incidentally, did you get your rewrite done on the transfiguration essay dealing with metamorphmagi?"

Harry paled. He had totally forgotten. Gulping, Harry shook his head. As they disappeared, Harry swore he could feel the emotions flowing off of Tonks. He sighed, and as they reappeared, the woman stalked off.

The Great Hall looked the same, save for the black banners that hung freely, a permanent floating charm and a fixation charm keeping the banners in place. Hogwarts herself responded to the attitude of the student population, and therefore a rainy atmosphere, showed on the ceiling of the hall.

Since arriving at the school, Harry had seen hide nor hair of his wife, a fact that scared him a bit. Having forgotten something so important to her, the young man couldn't help but feel a since of anxiety at the thought of her impending blow up. He swore, then and there, to never hurt her intentionally again.

It was all for naught. As the sorting started, Tonks walked in, escorting the eager first years to the Staff Table. She caught Harry's eye, and with a snarl, forcibly walked faster towards the table. Ron was at a loss, Harry noticed, looking at his best mate, as if the world had fallen on his shoulders.

At the table, three new additions sat. The first, an old man, probably near as old as Dumbledore, sat with silver and green robes, and the Head of Slytherin house insignia on his left breast-plate. Harry recognized him, from one of the Potions Magazines sitting in Fudge'sold desk, as Horace Slughorn, a supposed great master of Potions, and creator of the Wolfsbane.

The next, a seemingly old man, with wild black hair, sky blue eyes, was sitting to the left of Professor McGonagall, red and gold robes flowing down his side. He was in fast conversation with the woman. Harry sighed, thinking that he'd be the new Transfiguration teacher. After spotting the Gryffindor insignia on his breast-plate, Harry saw that he was the new Gryffindor Head of House.

Sitting to the right of McGonagall, and beside Slughorn, was Dora. She was in blue and bronze colored robes, custom made Harry noticed, noting the fine work of Hilda Malkin. She was sit on one side, and leaning over to McGonagall, whispered something in her ear. Harry sighed.

McGonagall stood as the students got silent, save a few from Slytherin house that openly hated Dumbledore and despised Harry. She unrolled a piece of parchment and said, "this will be the last sorting I conduct, before I fully employ myself to my new position as Hogwarts Headmistress. When I call your name, come up to the stool, place the Sorting Hat on your head, and go to your respective house table.

Also, as is customary, when there is a death of the Headmaster, we dispense with the sorting song, in honor of the man.

Gillian Abercrombie"
"Hufflepuff!" called the hat, after which Harry droned out the rest of the act.

When the last one finished, "Zachary Zambini" got sorted to Slytherin, the woman again stood.

"Times like this have not been seen for a thousand years. Things are going to be expected of each of you, and one can only hope that you accept what I'm saying here. Before getting to the customary notices, I want to speak briefly on something that each of you needs understand.

With the death of Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts was left without a Headmaster. As is my duty, I took that role. As is necessary, I enacted a rule that gave power to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Nymphadora Tonks-Potter, to reform a group called the Defense League. Anyone that accepts this badge, will have added responsibility, and added freedom, for with great power comes great responsibility.

The Defense League is active in a time of war, trained separately at different intervals, and only answer to the Headmistress, or Headmaster of the school, and will have the power to override prefects, and will only be punished as a last resort.

The students I call here, now, are recognized as worthy of the badge, and will be expected to treat it as such. You may think that this is the Inquisitorial Squad from last year, but I can urge you to realize it is not.

From Slytherin we have Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zambini. They are recognized for their outstanding since of right, wrong, fair and unfair.

From Hufflepuff, Susan Bones, and Hannah Abbott. They are recognized with their work as prefects, and the fact that they, in an official capacity worked better than most in their year.

From Ravenclaw, we have Cho Chang and Roger Davies. They've both proven successful in defending other people, having fought Death Eaters-in-training to a standstill last semester.

From Gryffindor, we were going to have Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley, but with his new role as Minister for Magic, Harry cannot accept. In his place, we have the third of that trio, Hermione Granger, for sheer intellect, and Ron for "sheer dumb luck"."

Ron burst laughing, as he looked at the professor, and saw her mouth twitch. "That brings me to my next point. Prefects, and Professors, as of this moment, it must be known that Harry Potter is not to be punished as his duties and perceived threats against his person will entail your immediate arrest. The only such persons able to deliver any punishment at this school is myself, and his wife, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, or if need be Hogwarts herself."

Also, Severus Snape was placed on the list of known Death Eaters, wanted in conjunction with the murder of Albus Dumbledore. In his place is Horace Slughorn, who is taking over the duties as Head of Slytherin House, and the job of Potions Master instructor. Draco Malfoy was expelled this summer, when evidence came to light that he was a Death Eater.

He is well known, among other things, for his creation, the Wolfsbane Potion.

Taking the job of Transfiguration instructor, and new Head of Gryffindor house, is Abe Domino, who created such transfigurations as the nose shift. He is also a metamorphmagus instructor, as well as trained in the art of Animagus transformation teaching. Anyone willing to take those classes need to sign up by the end of October.

To my right, as I stated before, is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and first lady of magical England, Nymphadora Tonks-Potter. As an auror, it is Mrs. Potter's job to help people, and is experienced in fighting Death Eaters, to the point that she is willing to lead the Defense League.

All Hogsmeade visits, unless otherwise stated, are hereby cancelled for the duration of the year. Quidditch tryouts will be held in two weeks, and each team will need to select their best players, to choose a school team. There will need to be at least one student from each house.

Unless on offical business, there will be no traveling the school at night, prefects and staff both are asked to keep an eye on students. Therefore, any invisibility cloak, or shadow scard are confiscated. The restricted section of the library, and the forbidden forest, are both off-limits to students. Seventh years, and fifth years, are reminded that NEWTs and OWLs are to happen this year.

Before the feast begins, I'd like to keep your attention for just a few more words. To the world, outside, Albus Dumbledore was a man that enjoyed sweets, and occasionally saw the wonders where others would see filth. He gave chances, more often than not, for the so called greater good.

When we found that he was killed this summer, the staff of Hogwarts decided if there were a way to honor our fallen comrade, we would present such at the opening feast. So, in concordance to tradition, we hereby enact the "Act of Anti-Partisianship'.

This act will enable harmony in the school, and make students and teachers alike unable to discrimiate against anyone in another house. This is to help build trust with other students.Therefore, it is with great pleasure, I enact this act. There are to be groups of study made up of three people from every house, to meet on a day of the week chosen by concensus. At these meetings, you are to behave yourselves, and act like the students you are.

As Albus would say, "doing the right thing consists of doing what is right, moreover than what is easy.' It would be easy for us to allow these petty greivances to go onward, but the right thing is to try and force them out, than to allow them to fester.

After the feast, I'd like to meet Messrs Potter, Weasley, Ms. Granger, and Professor Potter in my office. Thank you."

The feast ended soon after the announcements were made. Harry had sat with Tonks at the staff table for the endurement of them, and the meal. When they were over, Harry met with Tonks, and soon met with Ron and Hermione. They made their way to the office of the Headmistress. Harry sighed as the gargoyle shifted.

When they appeared in the room, Minerva was sitting at the desk, littered with dozens of papers that looked official. She sighed, and looked at Harry. He smiled. He walked over to the woman and said, "if these are official documents that just need your signiture, all you have to do is tap the quill. If they're too important, the quill will stop and put it in the review box, and if it's not, will sign it, if you've of course looked over them."

The woman grinned. "Thank you, though that is not why I've called you here. I understand that you may be needed on offical business while in school. I received a letter from Minister Geoffries yesterday, seeking an audience with you off campus."

Harry sighed. He had planned to tell her soon, but didn't know that Theodore had already scribbed her. He nodded. "And, I've accepted. While Remus is my Undersecretary, all official business is my duty as Minister for Magic. I meant to talk to you about it, but with the new rules in place, I am more than willing to bring him here."

The woman smiled. "No, it's not that dreary. You may go, as well as do any other things that you may or may not have been neglecting. I just wanted to get your reaction. Now, Ron and Hermione. As members of the Defense League, you are hereby elevated above the status of prefect, and therefore I will need your prefects badges. Pansy was stripped of prefect status with the inquisitoral squad, and Cho and Roger were this years Headboy and Headgirl. We have elected adequate leadership to replace them, but I'd ask you for your recommendation in Gryffindor."

Ron immediately said, "Neville, Headmistress. He's got a good head on his shoulders, and went with us to the Department of Mysteries. Harry taught him personally, so we know he's trustworthy, and he's a great dueler. Hermione?"

Hermione grinned. "Well, I know that my choices are limited to the fact that the only other girls in my year are Parvati and Lavender. But as Padma Patil is a prefect, and she's good at it, proper logic would dictate that Parvati is a great choice as well. So, I will go with her."

Harry grinned. His friends had been expecting that. He looked at Tonks, who blushed and mentioned that she may have warned them to be aware of a change in status.

Minerva smiled, and said, "well, it's good that we can agree. I'll announce the changes to prefect and Head status in a weeks time."

"Is there anything else, Headmistress?" Hermione asked. The woman nodded, and looked at Tonks. Harry and Tonks met eyes, and both asked his friends to leave. Ever since their initial meeting with Mr. Ercole, their retained lawyer, the Potter's had been awaiting a meeting with the Headmistress, on one mut point.

"If this is about our sleeping arrangements, I can assure that our marriage is perfectly binding, and that we were married well before it mattered."

The woman sighed. "Yes, but times have changed since the day of Salazar Slytherin. I can't allow an open sexual relationship between a student and teacher, it goes against the law."

Harry grinned. "Yes, the decree "Hogwarts Professionalism", no teacher of any age may consummate with a student, married or otherwise, if not intended by the current Head of Hogwarts."

The woman nodded, the decree was on her table, in plain site. It had been written by the Board of Governors in 1768, when the current Charms professor inpregnated a student he had been dating for two years, from the time of his seventh year.

Harry sighed. "We've talked about this, and I've checked. Merlin's Law does prohibit the passing of any law from any institution other than the Ministry of Magic. Under Merlin's Law,that is an illegal law, and even if it were not, the point would never have been a problem. We are married, and already in a consummated relation, and as the Head of the family, I want an heir, and she would have, under the new law had to procreate with me. Naturally, I would never have been enforcing that, but our lawyer stated it was perfectly legal, as the Ministry of Magic overrules the Board of Governors."

Minerva smiled. "As Headmistress, I cannot condone such actions, however as your friend, I am very happy for you. As long as it stays in the bedroom, I find no fault with your relationship. Also, I will have Winky take you to your room, Professor, Minister."

"Thank you, Minerva/Headmistress" the two replied.

It was with great dread that got up the next morning. The warmth covering that bed one that they did not want to leave. But, sadly, time waits for no one, and especially not Harry, or Nymphadora Potter.

They looked too the room, one that had been properly settled into, and now was starting to feel like home. Hogwarts informed Harry that a guard was posted outside of their room, an auror. He sighed, and got up, looking towards the sky with a silent plea.

The day was dreary, dismal. A cloud overhang them, which foretold of incliment weather, and all the signs pointed to an infestation of rain. He sighed, and kissing Tonks awake, made forthe shower.

They properly bathed, and Harry got out magnificent robes, royal blue, the crest of the Potter, Black and Gryffindor house adorning his right and left chest, and back respectively. On his shoulders, the emblem of the Ministry of Magic was shown, two wands crossed with lines running down the sides.

Aligning his back, as given by his friend, Dobby, was Mjollnir, secured from the Gryffindor Vaults. It was a large hammer, seven feet in length, with a silver head. It was mostly undecorated, other than the lightning bolt on either side of the head, and of course the runes that adorned the handle.

Around his waist, the legendary belt, Megingiord. It doubled Harry's strength, magically, mentally and physically. He smiled, the belt was serving a greater purpose than what originally was thought. Dobby had been essential in the acquirement of the two belts of the fabled God, and a letter by Gryffindor himself helped explain the way it was acquired.

He floo'd, naturally, from his office, which had a private, secure connection to anywhere in magical Britain, and found that his caution was unneeded, as the room was filled with aurors,some bearing the insignia of American aurors, others Britain.

He looked at the door as a man bearing naval blue robes, long black hair, matching blue eyes and a radiance of power came in that, if he were any other man, Harry would have choked, had it not been for Megingiord. On his back, a staff about six feet, made up of a mix of Holly and Yew, swirling design. It had a rounded top, and a black crystal settled there.

"Mr. Potter, so good to see you. Is that Megingiord that adorns your waist?"

Harry nodded, "yes, and as I see, you've gotten Merlin's Staff with you. So, therefore, you must be Minister Geoffries?"

"Yes, it's good to meet you."

* - Megingiord, and Mjollnir, are weapons weilded by the Norse God of Thunder, Thor. To learn more, go here