New And Improved Harry Potter

"It's Grey now, and this is my godson. Whose name we shall not mention in public," the glamored man said, still grinning like a fool. "As to the glamors, well let's just say it's a secret for now, but perhaps in a few months we can tell you." He had no problem sharing it with Moody, but Harry might, and he didn't want to ask here.

"Really, well that explains a bit. what made you two mischief-makers decide to do all this?" Moody said as he sat next to… Grey. His tired old bones creaked with protest as he settled on the hard rim of the fountain.

"We were bored," Harry answered, like it was obvious.

The one-eyed man barked with laughter, it had been a while since he had been around the Marauders, and they were always pulling pranks when they were bored. The Order was not exempt. He could remember many times the meetings had to be called when some smoke bomb, or firework went off. Albus was quite understanding and would just chuckle and shake his head, stating that boys will be boys. It looks like Bl… Grey was teaching his godson a trick or two. "How long will it last?" he asked Sirius.

"A few days. Well, the courtroom one will never go away."

"What did you do to the courtrooms?"

"Honesty," was the succinct answer.

"Oh, that'll set the Kneazle among the pigeons. Well, I'll leave you two to your fun, try not to make more work for Bones. I'll let her know what happened, and she can get back to important work," Moody said as he got up, his knees popping with the movement. He nodded to the two and stomped away, his wooden leg thumping with each step.

"He's the guy who was kidnapped, right?" Harry asked, vaguely remembering him for a quick visit to the Hospital Wing after the first task.

"Yeah, poor guy. He's done more for us then anyone I know, including Dumbledore, but most people dismiss him because he's a bit paranoid and sees things in the shadows," Sirius answered seriously.

"That's one of the reasons I never want to be a hero. People soon forget the real ones," the younger boy said sadly.

"Yeah," was the sad reply.

Just then an old man with a long beard, which was bright green to match his frizzy hair, ran by with bright rainbow pink robes that had brooms being ridden by house elves on them, being chased by three snitches, five paper airplanes, and for some reason a swallow.

The two looked at each other and busted out laughing.

"That guy must have hit at least four floors," Harry said between chuckles. "You would've thought, he'd've stop at two."

"That's wizards for you," Sirius replied, holding his stomach from laughing so hard.

The elevator dinged, and Waters came out. Harry and Sirius got up and went to him, they smiled and waved, letting the man know it was them.

"How'd it go?" the amnesiac asked.

"Well, to tell the truth it wasn't going to well, then suddenly no one could lie, and we won by a landslide," the lawyer stated, putting he ever-present briefcase down.

"How did telling the truth help that?" Harry wanted to know. He thought it was a done deal, so was confused as to how it helped.

"It seems that there was a lot of bribing going on. Mrs. Fudge was busy spreading her late husband's money around, so she could keep it. So, when the Wizengamot voted they had to vote for the law, and not their pocketbooks. Seems they couldn't even lie to themselves," Waters explained, looking at the two smirking at each other. He decided not to ask, plausible deniability and all that.

"How much are we talking about here?" our hero wanted to know.

"Let's just say that Fudge was not an honest man, and you will not have to work if you don't want to," his lawyer answered with a small smile.

Amelia's POV

Bones was ready to pull her hair out. If one more person came in here with a petty complaint and demanded that she see to it personally, well a few pranks would be the least of their worries. When the door opened, she was ready to start blasting away when she saw Moody stomp in. She sighed with relief and gestured to a chair. "Did you find out who cause all it mess?" she asked hopefully. If anyone could figure it out it would be Mad-eye.

"Yeah, it was Black and Potter. If it's any consolation to you, I don't think they did it to be mean or petty. They were bored, they said," Alastor stated as he sat on the chair offered.

"How did they get past security?" she asked, grabbing a quill and parchment.

"They're under a glamor. They checked in at the front desk, though I think they gave up wands that aren't theirs," Moody replied, his eye going to the box of doxies. He couldn't wait until he had them up and trained. He was too old to be stomping around the Ministry. It's why he retired in the first place. Maybe he could get Amelia to get him an office, where he'd take in all the information that the doxies picked up.

"Are they still here?" Bones inquired, hoping to speak to them before they left.

"I'm not sure, but I think they were waiting on the Fudge case to finish, which it has. They may have left already," he answered distractedly, going over training techniques and how he would modify them to fit doxies. He could see miniature obstacle courses in his head.

"Well, it was too much to hope for. At least I know that it wasn't anyone trying to get Ministry secrets. The Department of Mysteries seems to be untouched, though they are still checking. Expect to see a few of them around, they were quite intrigued about how the pranks were placed. It seems there was no magical signature," she added thoughtfully.

"Bloody Spooks," the retired Auror grumbled, remembering all the times they need that departments help and got none.

"Thanks for informing me, Alastor, but I need to get back to some important business," she said politely.

"Yeah, I have some things to do as well," he stated gruffly, getting out of the too soft chair.

"Don't forget to be here tomorrow around noon," Amelia called to him as he opened the door.

"Right," he said, grumbling under his breath about not being that old.

Bones sighed and got back to work. Her Riddle team had found out that You-Know-Who was still a wraith, and he was in Britain. They didn't know where, but they were trying to interview all past 'Imperious' victims. They felt that now that his minion was gone, he'd go to one of them. The problem was that most of them were rich pureblood and they had nothing on them to bring them in for questioning. There were a few that frequented the Ministry and had a high standing with the powerful people here. Malfoy came to mind.

Her search for the Horcruxes was not progressing in the least. She had no idea where they might be, or even what they might be. She knew that the diary, the cup and the ball Lupin had brought were gone but could find little else. Though the werewolf did mention that another had been destroyed at Hogwarts, but she didn't know what it had been. It was frustrating her to no end. Just then her door opened to a man who was wearing rainbow robes, sporting bright green frizzy hair, singing a lewd song marched in. She simply raised her wand and that man beat a hasty retreat.

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