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  Harry watches Amelia work, pleased with her efficy.

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  He stays long enough to see what Amelia does in the immediate. The Director of the DMLE casts a variety of spells first, all to try a him or how he intruded on her offi the first pce. For a moment, he thinks she might tio focus on that, ign the breadcrumbs he dropped on her desk. If she had, Harry would have been disappointed, admittedly.

  But… no. After a moment, Madam Bones slowly sidles her way over to the desk, wand still out and now poi the papers themselves. One might think she was being paranoid, but the paranoia is justified for two reasons. Number One, she lives in a world of magic, where even a piece of paper be used to kill through a variety of hexes and curses. wo… it’s not paranoia if they actually are out to get you.

  Amelia Bones would be Enemy Number Oo Voldemort and his Death Eaters if Harry and Dumbledore did. As things stood, the fact that she anded a Bronze Medal despite being just one of many of their victims from the Dark Lord’s First Rise spoke to Amelia’s determination and resolve. She was a fighter and a go-getter through and through and even if there wasn’t anything unique or special about her in the way there was for him and Dumbledore, she still represented a signifit thorn in Voldemort’s side.

  Still, eventually the overly cautious DMLE Direakes it to the desk and looks down at the papers, still ready for them to quite literally leap up and attack her. Then she reads a few lines of what’s on the first page and Amelia stiffens before suddenly snatg the papers up, eyes widening as they dart bad forth, ing the text at a truly voracious pace.

  Yeah, that was about what Harry expected. After all, the sheaf of dots provided proof of misdeeds tied to individuals that Harry imagined Amelia had wao put away for a long, long time. No one overly special, to be clear. They weren’t Lucius Malfoy, that was for sure. But they were just important enough in the grand scheme of things that they got a pass. And that… that likely rahe Madam something fierce.

  Sitting back down at her desk, it’s clear that her previous work has beeirely fotten. As Amelia begins p over the dots he’s provided her with, Harry just smiles from where he’s hidden, watg her. Unfortunately… it IS rather b in the end. This was the truth. Harry didn’t think he could possibly taint the ensuis with his presence because at this point he simply didn’t think he could be caught.

  However, the real dowo stig around and watg Amelia work was this… he would get bored. Oh sure, studying the woman’s severe but beautiful face was certainly fun enough, especially since she didn’t know he was still there. But there came a point where Harry found himself somewhat numbed by the tedium of it all.

  Hours and hours pass as Amelia Bourns his initial sheaf of pages into three very full files, one for each of the Death Eaters he’d lined up for her. Her work is to be appuded, but by Merlin is he at the end of his rope by the time something iing finally happens.

  Namely, the sun finally finishes rising and Amelia’s ented pocket watch suddenly chimes with an arm. Gng down at it, she huffs and pulls open a drawer. For a moment, Harry thinks she’s pulling out alcohol of all things… but betedly realizes she’s withdrawing a potion when she uncorks the vial and downs the mixture ihout a sed of hesitation.

  In an instant, the uhy pallor that the older witch has developed after being awake all night without getting even a wink of sleep has vanished. Color returns to her skin and she straightens up, clearly re-energized and feeling quite a bit better. Like a good cup of tea, but a huimes stronger.

  Harry watches in amusement as Amelia then proceeds to pull out a mirror and tap it thrice. A male voies out of it a moment ter.

  “Scrimgeour here.”

  “Rufus. Report to my office immediately.”

  “… Yes ma’am.”

  Well now. Wasn’t that a bst from the past. Rufus Scrimgeour. Harry tilts his head as he realizes that… yes, that makes sense. Rufus Scrimgeour WOULD still be the Head Aurht now. For a moment, he has to wrestle with his owive feelings towards the man. Harry and Fudge’s very short-lived rept had not gotten along well. Rufus Scrimgeour certainly gave the appearance of being a much tougher and more stalwart Minister of Magic than elius Fudge had… but that was just it. That was where it ended. Appearance.

  The man, only likeo a lion, was all fsh and no substance. He cared more about public perception than actually perseg a proper war against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. He’d also been terribly suspicious of Dumbledore. Whi a way was fair, the old wizard had his fingers in too many pies and was stantly spinning half a doze any given time.

  But Dumbledore was never Scrimgeour’s enemy. Not in the same way Voldemort was. After all, only one of them had killed Rufus and takehe Ministry of Magi a coup, in the end. Harry holy shuddered to think what Rufus Scrimgeour as Minister would have done whehing happened afterwards. When magic itself began to die off. When the muggles’ wars had sped everything up ahem with no time to react or recover.

  Given how they’d failed even with everyone w towards the same goal, Harry didn’t think they would have fared aer with a man like Scrimgeour at the reins.

  Still… he would try and hold his prejudices at bay for now. Indeed, as he watches Amelia’s Floo fre to life and the lion-like wizard iion step into her office, Harry reminds himself that this is not the same Rufus Scrimgeour he ied with in the previous timeline. After all, that man had no oo keep him in check. He was Minister of Magid doing whatever he possibly could to fix things his way.

  This Rufus Scrimgeour, however, is still Head Auror. And that means he ao the Director of the DMLE… one Madam Amelia Bones.

  “Read these.”

  “Ma’am?”

  Amelia just points to the chair in front of her desk before flig her wand so that the three files she’s made out of Harry’s information slide across to that side. Rufus sits down and opens the first one, eyes narrowing and lips pressing tightly together as he looks over the information for a long moment.

  Silence falls in the office as the Head Auror skims through the first file and then the wo. When he’s done, he looks… frustrated. But also baffled.

  “Ma’am… whiy Aurors did you peel off to do this work? Why wasn’t I informed?”

  What Rufus leaves unsaid; Harry hear pin as day. ‘How had he not noticed?’ It was ohing for Amelia to go over his head… she WAS his boss after all. But for the Head Auror to not even KNOW that she was going over his head in this way had clearly caught Rufus off guard. But then to be fair… she hadn’t gone over his head.

  “None. And you are being informed, Rufus. You are in fact the first person I’m inf.”

  Reag across her desk, Amelia taps the middle file.

  “This information… all of this information came to me only st night. By way of a… fidential source. Brand new. And I’m not at liberty to say any more than that at this time.”

  Scrimgeour’s eyes widen at that, his gaze flig betweehree files as he looks at them in a new light.

  “… I see. And this… source. Are you sure it be trusted, ma’am? Are we fident this information wasn’t supplied to us to make fools of the Auror Department?”

  And there it was. Even as Head Auror, Rufus cared more about appearahan substance. Holy, he was just as bad as Fudge, just in a different way. Fudge liked to maintain the appearahat everything erfectly fine eve wasn’t. Rufus, meanwhile, wao maintain the appearance of trol. That HE trolled everything.

  Fortunately for Harry’s purposes, Amelia Bones is nothing like elius Fudge or Rufus Scrimgeour. She does hesitate for a moment, looking off to the side as she ptes his words… and remembers what Harry said to her the night before, the hidden wizard realizes. She’s thinking back to what he’d told her, about just how many former Death Eaters were happily ensced within the Ministry. Within the Wizengamot. Blood Purists. Opportunists. Murderers. Rapists.

  The worst sort of scum and she just had to let them slide because there wasn’t enough evidence or because they’d been fiven of the crimes they itted in the past. But not with the information Harry had given her. He’d picked three men who all had itted crimes in more ret times. He’d provided evidence. He’d provided proof. All that was left was for Amelia to act.

  “… I spent all night corroborating what I could. Trusted? Maybe. Acted upon? Yes, undoubtedly.”

  Rufus stiffens as Amelia suddenly rises from her desk, moving to get her coat.

  “Ma’am… if this turns out to be eveely farcical, we could damage the standing of the DMLE. I just want to make sure you’ve taken that into sideration.”

  Shrugging on her coat, Amelia looks back at him and nods sharply.

  “I have, Rufus. That’s why… you don’t o worry. I’ll be taking some of our Aurors and handling all of this myself. If it is a trick, then I’ll fall upon my sword and you’ll rise to take my pce. If it isn’t… then we’ll know where we stand with this new source. Am I uood?”

  Rising from his ow and standing straight, Scrimgeour nods sharply.

  “Yes ma’am. Perfectly uood.”

  Harry resists the urge to whistle… before remembering they ’t hear him anyways. So he whistles long and low, impressed as all hell by Amelia’s go-getter attitude. Of course, leaving someone like Rufus as Director of the DMLE if this really does go tits-up is a mark against her, but everything else… everything else is quite impressive.

  As the two leave Amelia’s office, Harry follows the older witch. From there, things do signifitly pick up as she proceeds to call all of the Aurors in front of her for an impromptu emergency meeting. With a no-nonseone of voice, Amelia proceeds to split them all introups, giving them only precisely what they all needed for their missions and nothing less. She assigns Shacklebolt as lead for one group, Dawlish as lead for another, and herself as lead for the third.

  Three simultaneous raids with n ahead of time. Heh, it’s certainly not how the Wizarding World usually operates. Indeed, normally raids like these are pnned out weeks if not months in advance… giving the Aurors on the payroll of the Dark Wizards time to get word back to them so they get their affairs in order and hide the things that o be hidden.

  This ploy of Amelia’s only work once, Harry notes. But he imagines she reizes that as well and that’s why she’s making sure all three raids go off simultaneously.

  “Alright everyone! You have your orders, so let’s move out!”

  From there, things move even more quickly. Amelia isn’t taking ces. Even if the Death Eaters Harry offered up to her on a ptter were little more than small fry, she’s ag like they all have the same level of insight into her department as someone like Lucius Malfoy almost certainly did. And… it works. Between Amelia’s go-getter attitude and professionally pnned raids and Harry’s information, the operation is a full success.

  He hops over to Hogwarts for an appeara one point during the day, before returning to Amelia’s side as she and her Aurors take down all three Death Eaters, colleg the actual material evidence of their crimes thanks to the information Harry provided her with. It’s all there. The hidden trophies uhe floorboards, the passcode to open the ented safe in the wall, even the exact curses on the dark items buried in the garden so that Amelia’s tracted Cursebreaker would kly what he was dealing with.

  The whole thing goes off without a hitch, and with how muformation they already have, the interrogations go just as well. Mostly because the interrogations aren’t even really necessary. Thanks to Harry, Amelia and her Aurors know more about the Death Eaters and their crimes thahree criminals remember themselves, quite frankly.

  There’s a little bit of an uproar all the same, of course. Amelia even has a meeting with Fudge once all is said and done where the Minister hems and haws a bit about how he ‘only wishes she’d mentioned something like this in the works’. But he ’t actually sure her for doing her job. And Amelia had done her job very, VERY well today.

  Finally, night falls and Amelia returns to her office. Harry expects her to simply things up and then head home to get some shut eye since she clearly didn’t the night before… but no. The woman makes sure to dot her I’s and cross her T’s on the gift he’d dropped in her p, ing everything up with a nice bow on top. And then… thes back to work.

  That potion of hers might have allowed her to make it through the day without any sleep, but Harry doesn’t actually know of any potion or elixir that pletely repces sleep. And if he doesn’t know about it, it almost certainly does.

  Amelia doesn’t seem to care. If anything, Harry’s help has lit a fire under her ass. She seems tired… but revitalized. Rejuvenated, really. He didn’t realize it, but Amelia Bones his win. She REALLY his win.

  … He’d always wondered why it had been Rufus Scrimgeour who had beinister of Magic after Fudge’s disgraceful exit. After all, as Head of the DMLE, surely Amelia was more of a shoo-in for the role than her direct subordinate, right? Especially when the Ministry had just been forced to admit that Voldemort had indeed returned.

  A, it had been Rufus. He’d beinister while Amelia had tinued on as Director until they both died a year ter less than a month apart when Voldemort finally stopped pying games and took over the Ministry.

  Harry finally uood why that was. Amelia was tired. Not just physically, not just mentally, but also spiritually. She was weary in mind, body, and soul. Perhaps she had put her name forward for sideration as Minister. But Rufus had fought for it a little harder and Amelia… Amelia simply hadn’t cared enough to force him to stay in his ne. And in the end, she’d stayed in HER ne while he’d gone on to make an absolute mess of things.

  What would the Ministry of Magic have looked like with a Minister Bones? Would it have fared aer against Voldemort? Maybe not. But ohing was for sure, it couldn’t have fared worse.

  Meanwhile, Harry finds himself watg a reinvigorated Amelia as she settles in to work her way through anht without sleep. And… he siders his options.

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