New And Improved Harry Potter

Amelia's POV

It was only lunch and Amelia was already ready to go home. The day started off bad when she read the headlines. She was fuming by the time she got to her office. She had reamed the two rookies, who were in charge of Fudge's case, for letting that bit of news out so soon. Alastor had told her that the rookies were only following procedure, and that she shouldn't be too hard on them. Still, she had been hoping to keep it quiet for a bit longer. She had been inundated with owls since. She just had too much on her plate at the moment to have to deal with a panicking public. They made too many unreasonable demands, and they wanted answers to questions she didn't have answers for. That, and now the Wizengamot was breathing down her neck, making it impossible to get any work done. If one more old geezer came to her office ordering her around, she was going to hex them. There was even a letter in there from Dumbledore, as if he wasn't on the run, telling her how to handle the investigation. The nerve.

She left the rookies on the case, everyone had to start somewhere. She did assign a senior Auror to supervise, so the uppity-ups would get off her back.

Finishing her eggs salad sandwich and banishing the remains of her lunch, she started going over what her Riddle team had found. So far, they learned, from the muggle's hometown, that the squib had potioned the father, and how he had come running back when she stopped. It was all hearsay and gossip, but if you read between the lines, you got the gist.

They found out that Tom was orphaned and raised in an orphanage. They tracked his career through Hogwarts, and the few jobs he held after. There were some suspicions on what happened to his father and grandparents, but since his uncle was dead it, was a dead end. Actually, everyone in Tom's family was dead under shadowy circumstances, but all was neatly tided up for someone else to take the fall. The caretaker of the old Riddle mansion had even died, mysteriously.

That place looked like it had been lived in recently and they found an unidentified dead man there, who was missing a hand. It looked like he had bled out. They traced that back to a scene in a graveyard not far from the mansion. Amelia had to assign two more Aurors to go over that, thinking it was the place Potter had told her about. That meant it was the aborted attempt to resurrect You-Know-Who. She was tempted to send an Unspeakable, but then she'd never hear anything back, so she was holding that off for the moment.

The Riddle team had lost track of him after he quit Borgin and Burkes, but they were still looking. The main problem was that he might have left the country, and they didn't have the budget to go abroad. They could send a few owls, Floo other departments and ask a few questions, but not go themselves. Sometimes she really wished they had phones, like the muggles.

She was hoping they would pick up the trail after he came back to the UK. There had been rumors of him being in Hogwarts a few years ago, which she had dismissed at the time, so she was having them restart there.

"Madam Bones," the voice of her secretary interrupted her thoughts. "There are two young men to see you. They said to mention the map and you'd know who they are. The older one was here a few days ago."

"Send them in Debra, and make sure we're not disturb for the next twenty minutes," Amelia said, pushing the rune to answer.

Sirius and Harry entered the room, a box floating at their side, though Harry was glamored to look like a much different person. He had sandy hair and a bulbous nose. His eyes were a lighter green and his mouth was fuller. If she hadn't been warned, she would have never recognized him.

"Madam Bones, I hope you're not too busy," Harry said, taking the chair on the right. He smirked at his godfather as the man sat next to him. Both men couldn't wait to see her face when they showed her what they brought.

"I am busy," she answered, shuffling some parchment to the side. "This mess with the Minister's death has caused a lot of chaos. People are demanding results, and they are not taking 'we're working on it' for an answer," she sighed, looking at the two men in front of her. "I wish you had remembered more, but it can't be helped. What can I do for you two today?"

"I have something that might take some of the worry off your shoulders," the younger boy enticed, waving to the box floating beside him. He moved it to the side of her desk and watched as she eyeballed it like it was about to explode or something.

"Oh," she asked, turning back to him and raising her eyebrow. "Something that's not going to bite me, I hope." The last thing she needed was these two hooligans to play a prank on her. She was very much familiar with Black and his friends' shenanigans in Hogwarts. They had carried on after and all had a small file of misdemeanors. Nothing more serious than a pureblood complaining, but since both Black and Potter were also purebloods, nothing ever came of them.

"Well," the teen said sheepishly, not making her feel the least bit better. "We're working on that. There's a treaty in the works, but I thought someone who knew more about the Wizarding World's politics would be better at that than I," he finished with a shrug.

"A… treaty?" Bones inquired, wondering just what was in that box.

"Yeah, you see, we found an army of Doxies in Sirius' old house and I was thinking they could be used to patrol the tunnel here. If you could train them up a bit, work out a deal and make sure they have plenty of food, then you have your own private army in the walls. However, the queen tells me that they are going to split soon. She found another queen in her current nest, so I was thinking the new army could go to Hogwarts, and do the same there," Harry said, with a broad grin. He and the queen had talked more after breakfast, and she was content with the idea of living in hidden passageways, biting only those that either entered without the password, or overpowering those that smelled of evil, like the dark objects from Grimmuald Place. If the Ministry was attacked, or Merlin forbid, taken over, they would help defend their new home. The same for Hogwarts, only there would have to be an addendum about biting students. It would give her brood something to do, and then perhaps they wouldn't rebel.

"Did you say an army of… doxies? As in the eight limbed creatures that live in draperies?" she asked in a great deal of shock. "What do they even eat?"

"You know, I'm not sure. Queenie should let you know in the negotiations," he said with a thoughtful look.

Amelia rubbed her forehead, trying to ward off a headache. She knew that he was only trying to help, but this was not something she needed right now. Perhaps Alastor and his paranoia would come in handy for this. He couldn't sign any treaty, but he could train them up. That and he was the only one who knew of the tunnels. "Fine, leave the box here and I'll get someone on it," she finally said with heavy sigh.

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