We need a strategy
welcome home

Kingsley might have tried to scold Hermione a bit in his reply to her letter. But really, he was proud of her--and very glad to have the Potters back home. The epidemic was a horrible thing, undeniably terrible, but if from it, change could be set in motion to move the country back towards the nation it should have always been, then he was glad some good could come out of a terrible thing. It was much better than nothing good coming from all the pain and loss. 

Sitting at the dinner table, Oralee at his side and the Potters across from them, he could not help but smile. It was good to be in long-missed company. A few pieces had started to fall into place that almost made the world feel like it was moving back towards normal. It was a lot to hope for--that they would get back to 'normal', but the man had to believe that they could do it. His heart told him they could. 

Dinner had been good--old friends happy to be in one another's company again. They had saved the difficult conversation for afterwards. He sat the bottle of fine bourbon he had brought on the table, breaking the wax that sealed the cork around the top of the twenty-three year old liquor. Kingsley was old enough now that he only drank liquor old enough to order its own liquor. This was a special bottle, though--one he had been saving for a special occasion. He'd gotten the bottle of Pappy Van Winkle's Family Reserve Bourbon as a gift a few years back from a retiring professor--more than just an employee, the man had been the law professor Kingsley had TA'd for all those years ago. They'd ended up friends in the end. It'd been sad to see Old Lawrence, go. But this was not about a trip down memory lane for the wizard. Tonight was strategy with just a splash of celebration. 

He conjured up a few glasses and poured a finger in each, levitating them around to each of them sitting around the table. He raised his own glass to them, as he made a small impromptu toast: "I've said it already, but I'll say it again: it is good to have you all back. I would have broken open this bottle just to celebrate that, but we have more to do tonight than just welcome you back to where you belong." He smiled at each in turn, his empty hand finding its way onto Oralee's knee to give it a little squeeze. His glass was brought to his lips for a small sip before he placed it down on the table. His attention landed on Hermione last and stayed there as he continued to speak: "You walked into the snake pit and back out again. But what we will find on Friday morning is still an unknown. We need a plan--and we need goals. Clear ones, and solid defenses for why we should get them. Before we jump into laying those out, is there anything more that we need to know about your meeting with her?" Kingsley had been avoiding saying Andromeda's name for awhile now. He knew he was not the only one. Calling her Andi or Andromeda was too familiar. It brought up old memories of the woman he had believed he had known...a woman he had thought was his friend. He'd be cold in his grave before he referred to her as Lady Lestrange--and the honorary title Minister felt nearly as dirty in his mouth. So, he just didn't call her anything at all as best as he could manage. 

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[attr="class","cbody"]Hermione had known the risks behind deciding to just walk right on into the Ministry. She had been well aware that there were about half a dozen things that could go wrong before she even made it through the Atrium. But she thought that what was going on needed to end--and the best way that she could think to do that was to try her best to get through to her. To somehow get her to realize that they were never going to be able to keep the government running or find a cure when more than a third of their population were either registered or on the run. They needed everybody working toward the same goal.
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No. They wouldn’t.
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Did she want that on her conscience? Did she want thousands of people to remain sick because the actions of the government made the person who found the cure unwilling to share it? Of course not. Hermione thought that they could appeal to that logic, and they could get the Muggleborns back to their jobs, back to the lives that they deserved to have. They could send students back to Hogwarts, they could try to actually move forward and attempt to find a cure together. It was the only chance that they really had. If they could get her to understand that, then they could all start to move forward.
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Hermione was glad that Kingsley had replied to her owl so promptly and had been so willing to help out. As a former Minister and a close friend to them for years, she wanted him there with her. She thought that his opinion would be invaluable. Sure, personally she had her problems with Kingsley. Her best friend was his ex-wife, after all, and there had been more than a few wine-infused nights in her past where she’d told Lee that she deserved better. That she didn’t have to settle.
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Apparently, their relationship was still complicated. But they were also back to living together, so it was at least a step in the reconciliation process. She didn’t know what to think of all of that--Lee had told her what she could in the letters they’d exchanged earlier in the day, and she had to admit that she had plenty of opinions about Kingsley telling students eager to learn that they just… couldn’t anymore, because they didn’t have magic. She understood where he was coming from, of course--the risk in some majors for those who didn’t have magic, but still. As a person who loved to learn, she couldn’t imagine how those students felt--the ones that were told that they couldn’t.
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But that was not why they were here tonight. They weren’t here for Hermione to try to convince Kingsley that everyone who wanted to learn should be able to. They weren’t even here for her to wonder about exactly what was going on between Kingsley and Lee. They were here because they had to go into the meeting on Friday with some kind of plan. It was the only way that they would get anything done. “It’s good to be back--if we had known you’d open scotch older than our children for our return, we would have come back sooner,” she said, with a smile, before picking up the glass he’d levitated in front of her. It was good to be back home, back with friends, after having a dinner where they could just catch up and not think about the serious talk they needed to have afterwards. Well, she had been thinking about it still, but it had been a nice dinner nonetheless.
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“Well, they did take me to the aurors’ office before I saw her. They called up to her office, and she told them to bring me up. I’m not going to get overly optimistic that it means anything, but the fact is… she did agree to see me. I don’t know what that means,” and she didn’t. She knew it was foolish to think more into it than it probably was, but she was a Lestrange now. She could have had her arrested or killed on sight and wouldn’t have had to see her at all. But she hadn’t. “The meeting itself was… strange. Outwardly, she didn’t reveal much but the insights to bring out of it--she seems a little resigned. I don’t think she has any other options or ideas. If they were anywhere close to a cure, she wouldn’t have needed to agree to a second meeting--if the Ministry was running fine, same logic. I think the fact that she agreed to meet again at all proves that she may just realize that she needs to do something different. Clearly, they aren’t getting anywhere on their own.”
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poets & Silhouettes

take off your shoes

cause tonight we will dance among

When Kingsley had said that Hermione had gone into the Ministry there was a moment of panic that had come across her. She knew that it was risky, at best. And suicidal at most. There was no way of knowing what could have happened when she had gone in there, but she had come back out again. And Oralee couldn’t really think that she was going to begin to understand what they were playing at. Because this was a board that they had all long been pieces on. But while the pieces were the same, the game underneath of them had changed. And she didn’t know the rules.

She didn’t like not knowing the rules. Historically speaking, not knowing the rules was a tried and true way to get killed. And that was the last thing that any of them needed. No one was going to die. No one was going to get caught up in this mess again. But she knew that that was naïve. They four of them, here, sitting at this table, that meant that they were already caught up in it again. Because she had invited Kingsley back into her home, and her life. And the Potters had come back to London. And things were changing, again. Things were constantly in flux, and right now, the winds of change were blowing.

What direction they decided to blow in was not for her to say though. She knew that they had to tread carefully. One wrong step, one miscalculated move, and she knew that they could lose it all. They were targets. Shacklebolts. Potters. They would always be targets. Proof of that sat in the scars that covered her arm. The ones that covered Hermione’s abdomen. They were always going to take those hits. They were always going to get hurt. It was just a matter of getting back up again. And it had been long enough. They were getting back up again.

Having dinner was easy, and simple, and she knew that there were looks from the other side of the table. Things that she hadn’t told Hermione. Things that she hadn’t had the time to tell anyone, really. Because it had only been a week or so since he had come back for good. And she knew that there would be time enough to talk about that later on. It was the mood of the dinner that spoke volumes about what they were actually here to do. They were going to talk about what Hermione had done. About what came next. And she didn’t think that there was any reason to believe that they were just going to know what to do.

Her, well, Kingsley knew what he was doing. He had been the Minister for a long time, and Oralee thought that she had been more than a little outwardly upset by what had happened there. And now? Andromeda Lestrange was sitting in that position. And she didn’t know what she thought about that. Did she trust her? No, and she wasn’t going to. But she wasn’t sure that there was any reason to hate her either. At least, not now that she had let Hermione walk away. If she would have hurt her, or stood by while someone else did, Oralee thought she would have been hard pressed to keep her temper about the woman. But she had bought herself some semblance of grace with that choice.

Listening to the two of them speak she moved her hand over the top of Kingsley’s when he squeezed her knee and closed her own fingers around his. Subtlety had been a specialty of theirs for as long as they had been together, but it was an assurance that she was still there. That she wasn’t going anywhere. She had walked away from him twice in the last two months, or she had tried to, when he had practically rejected her in that elevator. And then when she had transferred to Gràinneog. Now though, she knew that that had been the right choice. Living together again, without being married, she didn’t need to be his subordinate.

Swirling her glass in her bad hand Oralee set it back down again without so much as lifting it to her lips. “And you think that she’s going to do what, exactly? Politics are messy. She can’t just agree to taking help. What are we going to lose in the process?” If Andromeda Lestrange agreed to anything that they had to say, they were going to lose something in return. That was the way of the world that they lived in.

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Baby you save me

I know I don't tell you nearly enough

That I couldn't live one day without your love

Hermione going into the Ministry had been terrifying. There was no doubt about that. He worried about her. And he was sure that he was going to continue to worry about her. He didn’t think that there was any sense in telling anyone that he didn’t. She was his wife, but she was also his best friend, and the mother of his children, and everything that they had done in the last two years had been for those kids. They had been trying to take care of them. To make sure that nothing was going to happen to them. And now this?

He wouldn’t stop her. If this was the path that she thought was the way to the answer, he would follow her, and sometimes jump in front of her, and Harry would be there. They would do this. But he also thought that there had to be something else about this whole thing. There had to be something that he could do. Something that wasn’t just sitting here in this house and doing nothing. Because that was where he was right now. He knew that they were going to have to try and figure it out. They were going to figure this whole thing out.

Harry wasn’t convinced that they were going to figure it out tonight. He wasn’t convinced that they were going to figure it out this year. But he knew that Kingsley and Oralee could help. They were some of their best friends, as surprising as that revelation had been when it had occurred to him. He hadn’t really thought that they were going to be, but the age difference between the couples hadn’t really ended up mattering. They had far more important things to worry about than who they had ended up being friends with. Like what they were going to do now… A meeting?

She had gotten them a meeting, and Harry knew that he wasn’t going. That was something that had been made clear. He had been the hero last time around, and while he didn’t think that it was fair to ask that of her now, he knew that they were going to. That they were going to look at them, and think that they should be leading this charge. That somehow, because their name was Potter, they were responsible for all of this good. And he didn’t know where that had come from. He didn’t know why it was all on them…

He did know that they weren’t the only famous names around. And the couple on the other side of the table, that were looking a lot more coupley than they had been when they had left, had their own share of pressures. Kingsley had been the Minister, he knew how this game worked. The only problem was that it had changed. The players had changed, and the game itself wasn’t about the Death Eaters alone anymore. It had been easier, when there had been a proper foe, and they could hash it out with Voldemort and get it done with. But this wasn’t that.

And he was sure that it was never going to be that easy again. But Oralee was right. “She’s going to want something. In return, she’s going to demand something if she gives you anything. You have to be ready for that. Lee’s right, what are we willing to pay, for what we want?” Harry had a lot of complicated feelings about both of the Black sisters. One had saved him, and then kept their secret. The other had done the unthinkable. And the options weren’t the way around he would have believed them to be once upon a time. He wasn’t sure that he trusted either of them, and he wasn’t sure that he trusted whatever deal they were going to make with the Lady Minister.

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We are one people

Let's catch amnesia, forget about all that evil

One tribe, one time, one planet, one race

Kingsley knew all about politics. He had been very well versed in it for a great number of years. It had changed him. He had been different when he was an auror than after he became Minister. Being an auror had been simple. Follow the law. Do your best to make others also follow the law. But being Minister had been complicated. It had taken him from a world of black and white, to a world of grey. It was more like being a lawyer, when everything had been about nuance and interpretation. Politics was like that. Rules were bent and adjusted, revised and reworked. It was all constantly shifting and responding. It forced a man to think of the big picture. Every action had far reaching consequences. You had to see seven, eight, nine moves down the game to effective lead a nation. 

How far could Andromeda see? How far could anyone see when curve balls like this Epidemic were getting thrown into the game? Someone knew what was going on, but he did not believe the answer to who had let lose this sickness on them could be found at the Ministry or within the Order, but maybe if they worked together, they could figure it out. Maybe... They had to hope that was the case. He didn't want his boy to be without magic for the rest of his life--or his wife. Or all the others that had been impacted by the Epidemic. 

Everything that was being said around the table rang reasonable and true to Kingsley. He knew they only had so much power. But he thought if they were really smart about it they could offer giving up things that would help them in the long run--that could help everyone. “Of course. Nothing is free. But just because it looks like we are giving something up, doesn't mean we really have to--everything is really in how you frame it. Like obviously jail time for you or Hermione is out of the question. Yes, you broke the registration laws, but that sort of sacrifice is an active one that I don't think we should pursue. I have an idea. It's going to seem a little crazy, but it goes along with everything we tried to do when I was Minister. Durant's hate and persecution against the Death Eaters brought this uprising on us. I firmly believe that. We need to get ahead of something like this happening again. We need to have the long vision. I don't know how to get Andromeda to think it is her idea, but I want to purpose something that will stop the cycle. I think we plant the idea of pardons or clemency or something like that--something that will prevent the cycle from just continuing. We need to get changes pushed forwards that move our society back towards normalcy and justice--and do so in a way that won't just lead to our kids having this same discussion in thirty years. I've seen history repeat itself too many times. We need to force things onto a different path.”  He was prepared for his suggestion to be met with opposition. He was still working out in his head even how to achieve what he was encouraging. Kings knew well though that there were ways to manipulate conversations to plant thoughts in people's minds and words in their mouths--there were ways to phrase things, to repeat words that would guide someone where you wanted to take them. It was an art that had been often employed by lawyers and interrogators--of which he had been both at various points in his life. 

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[attr="class","cbody"]It had been time to come back to London. It had been overdue, actually. Coming back had been on her mind for days before she had brought it up to Harry, and weeks before they’d had a family meeting about it. Staying on that island forever was just not an option. It had been necessary, when the registration had first begun. She had little doubt of what had happened the day the month had ended, and Muggleborns had become fugitives. They had probably knocked their front door to try to find her. And if they had, she likely would have been killed before they actually assigned her a job. At least, she knew that Harry thought they would have killed her to prove a point, and that just hadn’t been something they could risk.
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When Minister Wentzell had been in charge, coming back had not been an option. But then Andromeda had taken over. Hermione had no love lost for the woman—the choices that she had made were not ones that she could undo. Who she had married, who she had sided with—those were decisions that put her on the other side of this. Hermione was not one to think that the world was black and white. It wasn’t. There were so many shades in between that.
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But the choices that people made, they did make an impact. They decided how the world would perceive them, what they were made of. It showed their character, it showed who they were at their core, and Andromeda’s choices had made Hermione lose all faith in the woman. It was why they still hadn’t come home. If they had truly thought that they were safe because she was in charge, they would have been able to come back to London far sooner.
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Yet the announcement had come and gone, and they had stayed on Mermaid Isle. It was clear from Andromeda’s choices once she was made Minister that the registration wasn’t going anywhere. Small changes had been made and if she had been a more optimistic person, maybe she would have thought that Andromeda was slowly trying to end the registration. But there was no use for optimism in a situation like this one. Logically speaking, she was far more likely to be appeasing dissenting voices by acting like she was making positive changes. In the grand scheme of things, what she was doing was miniscule compared to what she could be doing. It made it far more likely that her real motives were just in quieting the Order.
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Still, eventually it had been time to come back, and now that they were here, it was finally time to do something. Hermione was just glad that she had Kingsley on her side for it—and that Harry and Oralee were supportive of it. Or at least, not actively trying to convince them not to go through with it.
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Hermione knew that there were likely things that they would have to concede in order to get what they wanted. But there were also ways to word what they gave up in just the right kind of way. She might not have been a lawyer, but there were always loopholes—and when Death Eaters were involved, those loopholes were necessary. It seemed like Kingsley was on the same page as her as far as that was concerned. How something was framed was just as important as what the idea was. If they could do that, then they could come out of the meeting losing far less than the other side thought that they had.
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She was well aware of what her main goals were, throughout all of this. The registration at an official end. Muggleborns back to their jobs, back to Hogwarts. Death Eaters out of the school, Death Eaters that had gotten their titles based on the mark on their arm out of the Ministry. She knew there were those that were their due to skill and if it came down to it, she could make that concession. But she also knew there were those that only had the job because one of the past two Ministers had given it to them based on what their last name was. Those people needed to go. If they could pull it off, an actual election for Minister would be nice for a change—Merlin knew how long it had been since they’d had one of those.
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Hermione took a generous swig of the bourbon Kingsley had poured, focusing on the burn of the liquor for a moment instead of answering him right away. Clemency was a lot to ask for. The sins that the Death Eaters had committed… she couldn’t imagine. She didn’t want to imagine. The people that had been hurt, that had been killed—there were Muggleborns that got tortured on a daily basis, because that was the job they’d been assigned. There were teenagers assigned to the same jobs as adults… not even old enough to do magic outside of school, but old enough to feel the effects of a purist’s hatred. What justice did that provide to the families that had lost loved ones? To the children that would never be the same after the treatment that they had endured?
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It was a bitter pill to swallow. But she also knew that it might prove to be a necessary one. All of the changes that they wanted—they weren’t going to come for free. So, after a moment’s pause, she spoke again. “I think to get what we want, there’s little short of clemency that they’d be willing to accept. What do we have except for that?” She paused for a moment and took a breath before continuing. “And while they have power, they don’t need clemency from us. But the promise of having it in the future might be enough. She can’t be Minister forever. If they want to protect themselves—and their families, it might be enough.”
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Hermione had to hope that it would be, as hard as it was to even think about something like that. Apart from that, they didn’t have all that much to give. Except, like Kingsley had said, willingly doing time for their own crimes. Which she would rather not do. “I think we can turn even that to our power, with the right phrasing. Clemency up until the date of the meeting, perhaps. But any crimes after the fact would be excluded.” That would protect most of them, but any Death Eater that could resist further violence would at least face some consequences.
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poets & Silhouettes

take off your shoes

cause tonight we will dance among

The fact that they had come here together had been enough to surprise Hermione. She had seen it on her friend’s face when they had walked in the door hand in hand. But she didn’t think that it had warranted a comment at the time, and Hermione had seemed to agree. They had bigger things to deal with. Oralee was glad that Hermione had made it out of her first meeting with Andromeda unscathed. It wasn’t really the woman herself that she was worried about, though she didn’t doubt that someone with that much medical knowledge was deadly, it was the Death Eaters that surrounded her.

Because there were Death Eaters crawling all over that Ministry, and she knew that it was something that they were going to have to try and tackle. They were going to have to try and get rid of some of them, as time went on. She knew which ones she would like to see removed the most, but she wasn’t going to push that just yet. They couldn’t go throwing people out of a Ministry that they didn’t have control over. But that had never seemed to be a problem in the past. People had been forcefully taking over the Ministry for years.

The last person that had been rightfully voted in was the man sitting next to her now, and she didn’t know how she felt about that. He had been the rightful Minister all along, but this wasn’t a monarchy. You didn’t just overthrow a Minister, and then find someone to take up your cause and fight to put them back. That was how history was written, she knew that. She was very aware of her own family history – she was a Parr, after all. But that didn’t change the fact that they couldn’t just take back what had been stolen from them. Not when Andromeda Lestrange had Death Eaters standing guard around her.

Oralee didn’t know how long that would last though. She didn’t know if they could weaken that position, and if they could… But over throwing the woman that was sitting in Kingsley chair wasn’t exactly the answer either. They needed a political approach, and while she knew that she could buckle down and do that if she had to, Oralee was sometimes far too much a Gryffindor for politics. She wanted to fight for the things that had been taken away from them. To the point where she knew that sometimes it was almost going too far. When she had wanted to send the Death Eaters flowers for murdering Durant – not the rest of the people of course, but just him in particular – she knew that she had been a little too reactive.

She listened to them all quietly, but she thought that she disagreed with one thing. Why did it have to be Andromeda’s idea? They didn’t have anything else to offer. They were not the ones holding all of the cards here, they were the ones that had everything to gain. And that meant that they were going to have to try and give her something. Otherwise they weren’t going to get anything. “Why does it have to be her idea?” She shook her head a little bit and moved her hand away from Kingsley’s on her knee and brought it back above the table with the other one. “We don’t have anything else to give. If it’s her idea, then we went in with nothing. Giving nothing. We have to ‘give’ something. Giving them clemency is a kindness. We forget their crimes. And they forget ours…”

The last part of that was just a casual reminder to all of them. An echo of her husband’s thoughts. They were just as guilty of horrible acts. “If you go in and offer that, as ‘payment’ of a sort, for everything that we want, it’s that or you’re just making demands. Which is never going to work. She might not be a politician, but she’s a Black, and if there’s one thing I know about the ‘nobility’ it’s that they don’t just give you things. There’s always a price. One final price, that we all pay equally. Fair treatment for everyone, means that we all have to forget one another’s crimes…” Oralee flexed her bad hand before she finished her thought, “No matter the actual cost.”

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Baby you save me

I know I don't tell you nearly enough

That I couldn't live one day without your love

Harry had never been good at plans. He had told Hermione so on more than one occasion. They planned things nad nothing went the way that they were expecting it to, and everything in the plan ended up being wrong. He knew that. He knew better than to think that this was going to go any differently. And he knew that she was the one that wanted the spotlight this time. He had fought his war. And Harry knew that if it came down to it, he would fight again. For her, for their children, for all of it. But he wasn’t going to sit there, and think that anything that they said tonight, was actually going to make a difference.

He knew better than that.

And it was silly to think that they were going to be able to predict Andromeda Lestrange’s moves. If they had been able to do that, he thought that they wouldn’t have been so entirely blindsided by the Lestrange part to begin with. They didn’t know the woman that they were going up against. And he had thought that he did. Once upon a time he was sure that he had known her. The woman that had raised his godson. The woman that he was sure would have done anything and had pushed the limits to save his wife’s life. He thought that he had known her.

And now he knew that he didn’t. That none of them did. And maybe that was just something that they had to realize about everyone. That no one really knew anyone at all. Hermione. He thought that he knew Hermione. But even sitting across the table from Kingsley and Oralee, whom he considered to be good friends, Harry was sure that there were plenty of things that they didn’t, and would never, know. They had been divorced, when they had left, and here they were, together, like nothing had even happened.

No one knew anyone, and that made plans unpredictable. You couldn’t say what someone was or wasn’t going to do. You couldn’t focus on just that aspect of it and think that your plans were going to work out. Life wasn’t that simple. There was nothing about any of this that was simple. And he didn’t know what to say. As he listened to them hash it out, he thought that he was going to just be quiet on this one. There were already two Gryffindor lions in this conversation, and Harry wasn’t much for the battle plans type of situation. He liked to improvise. He liked to figure things out as he went along.

And it made him just as unpredictable. Or he liked to think that it did. Everything that he had done in the last two years revolved around his family. And around making sure that they were taken care of, and safe. And that nothing bad was going to happen to them. But being back here, knowing what Hermione intended to do. Harry found that he was much more interested in just watching it all play out in front of him. He would act, when the time was right. But for now, he thought that the other three had a better handle on it than he did. He was not a politician, and he had never claimed to be.

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