New And Improved Harry Potter

Amelia's POV

The next morning Amelia came to her office in a better mood than the day before. There was no glaring headlines in the morning paper, no Wizengamot breathing down her neck and no mysterious murder popping up overnight, and no surprises from Potter and his godfather. All in all, it was a good morning.

She settled into her chair and was going through some paperwork. Her Riddle team confirmed that You-Know-Who had been at Hogwarts for the Potter boy's first two years. Why Dumbledore never said anything was a mystery, and when she got her hands on the old coot, she would make sure to ask him. Both times he was in a ghost-like state, and with Potter's assessment from the botched revival attempt, that was still true. She did wonder what You-Know-Who would do now. The man they had found was identified as Peter Pettigrew, which they knew had been alive from Potter's and Black's testimonies. Pettigrew did have the Dark Mark, and Potter did state he had been helping his master. So, was there going to be another attempt soon? Could there be, with his minion dead? Would the vile man go to his other supporters? They'd have to keep an eye out.

She was just settling in with a cup of morning tea, when Alastor came stomping in.

"Did you get things set up?" he asked without preamble, after throwing himself into a chair, his magical eye going straight to the box of doxies in the corner.

"Yes, I received an owl this morning, and Mr. Waters' associate will be here tomorrow. Her name is Ms. Rachel Middleton. She's another solicitor of the firm. Mr. Waters stated he had too much to do at the moment handling Potter's many cases," Bones stated, looking over the missive she was referring to.

"Good. What time?" the grumpy man inquired.

"Around one pm. So, be here after lunch, and we'll get things settled," she answered, putting the letter aside and looking at her ex-boss. He was looking better than he had when he first came to her office to help. It seemed that giving him something to work for did wonders for him. His hair wasn't as lanky, and his skin tone was healthier looking. Pomfrey did a good job at patching the old war veteran up, but could do little for his mental state, which had never been that stable in the first place.

"Fine. Give me the map, I have a lot to do today," he demanded, holding out his hand. There were people he need dirt on. They were loose in lips when they thought no one was around. He'd make sure to get what he could on them. He had been thinking all night about have those doxies spy for him and the Head of the DMLE. They would actually be a great benefit. And if he took what Bones said to heart, they'd make great assassins. No one would ever be the wiser, if they played it correctly.

"Sure, remember don't keep any records where they can be found. I don't need anyone knowing what you're up to," she said, getting and opening her safe. She grabbed the map and went back to her desk, handing it over to Moody.

"Do you think I'm a rookie? I was doing stuff like this when you were still wet behind the ears," Alastor stated with a small growl. He snatched the map up, put it in his pocket and heaved himself out of the chair.

"No, sorry, I'm just worried that something will get out and we'll lose our advantage," she soothed. She knew there were leaks in her department. There was always someone willing to take a bribe to spill secrets. Sometimes it was greed, other times it was need. With the cuts that Fudge had put on the department, pay was not good. There were those that needed to support their families. She didn't think it was a good enough excuse, but there was little she could do. Perhaps, now that Fudge was gone there would be changes.

"And right you should. Nothing remains a secret for long," Moody said gruffly as he headed towards the door.

"Let's hope this does," she grumbled to herself and returned to her paperwork.

Minerva's POV

McGonagall was sitting at the Albus' desk, she refused to believe that it was hers, going over letters from parents, many of whom were threatening to pull their children. She had drafted a form letter for those, which stated that Potter had been unruly and posed a threat to the sanctity of the school. He was disruptive and downright destructive. She pointed out that the boy had been implicated in many malicious pranks, and though he had been cleared, she felt that he had had a hand in them. She stated that she felt she did what was best for the students of the school, and that peace had returned since he had left. She signed each letter and sent them off with a house elf to be posted with the school owls.

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