Harry's next stop was St. Mungo's. Another team assembled had been sent here to make sure the injured were taken care of and Tom's followers wouldn't hurt them. One set of healers and helpers had already been sent off to be questioned at the ministry. The healers that had hidden with the Order were back on staff and everything was under control. Harry met with those he knew and congratulated them on saving the injured. He then began to visit everyone who had fought and some of the prisoners. The first room he visited was Seamus'. At first Harry thought he was asleep laying with his back to the door and Harry.

"So taking a vacation in here then?" Harry asked when he realized Seamus was awake.

"Are you mad at me?" Seamus wouldn't look up or turn over.

"For what?" Harry was perplexed.

"For getting caught." Seamus chanced a glace up, "For not getting the information."

"No. It was a trap. Whoever went was going to get caught." Harry grinned, "Why did you go on the scout mission?"

"Dumbledore said you'd be disappointed if I didn't bring back the information." He offered pulling on a string from his blanket.

"Dumbledore doesn't speak for me." Harry shook his head, "If I had gotten the information I wouldn't have sent anyone."

"Why not?" he asked.

"When have you known them to bring a group in on a Tuesday?" Harry asked, "It's always on Saturday during the hunt. That way they make room for more prisoners. If I would have sent anyone it would have been fliers under disillusion. They would have been up and away from the threat and using sight enhancing spells. Under no circumstances would you have been there."

"So you are mad at me." Seamus rubbed at a healing cut on his arm and looking dejected.

"Seamus, they thought you were dead." Harry pointed out, "You, suddenly being alive, meant either you killed us or we switched sides. Neither option sounded good to me. I had been keeping you out of the recent missions to let them forget about your death."

"Oh." He looked sheepish, "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry." Harry patted his back, "Dumbledore excels in playing on people's emotions and laying on the guilt. That's why he really isn't fit to lead a war."

"Huh?" Seamus asked.

"Fighters fight better if they are fighting for something or someone." Harry pointed out, "If you're fighting because you feel guilty you're far more likely to be injured, killed or in this case captured."

"Yes, I was more worried about getting the information so you wouldn't be disappointed than I was about getting caught." He agreed, "We weren't careful enough. Honestly, I wasn't careful and got us caught."

"Well at any rate it led to the end of the war so I'm not in the least upset, mad or disappointed with you." Harry stood, "I'm only slightly miffed at Dumbledore."

"I'm a bit more than slightly miffed." Seamus muttered with a frown, "I wonder why he sent us? Muggleborns are never sent anywhere near that camp usually."

"His excuse was that everyone else was either just back, getting ready to leave or out training." Harry shook his head, "I still think he sent those I'm friends with because I allowed Raymond to teach us how to hurt people."

"Did he really even want to finish the war?" Seamus asked.

Harry had no answer and left his room soon after to visit some of the others. He had talked to several people he knew before he ran across someone whom he considered a friend.

"Tracy?" he stopped short.

"Who are you?" she asked suspiciously.

"Ahhh, that's a long story." He took a seat, "What are you doing in this ward? Last I saw you were working in the archives."

"Yes, I was up until three weeks ago." She sighed, "I found out Sue Li had been caught and I was trying to buy her out of the camp. Pansy basically figured out what I was doing and had me arrested for being a sympathizer. My parents were spared because I got a flat and was doing it on my own. They were being watched though."

"Are they ok?" Harry asked concerned.

"Yes they've already been in." she smiled, "I've not heard about Sue though."

"She's fine." Harry offered, "We plucked her out of the woods."

"Thank Merlin." She sighed but tilted her head, "I feel like I should know you. Who are you?"

"My name is Harry Potter." He began.

"No way." She gasped, "I know I don't know you. Why do you feel familiar?"

"You do know me." He gave her a half grin, "I had a different name when you knew me. You see I was adopted. I had been dropped off at an orphanage run by a squib when I was fifteen months old. She in turn called her magical sister who couldn't have children. She and her husband were on a trip around the world and were currently in Italy. So I was taken to them and the adoption happened in Italy. Then they came back a few months later with the baby that was 'born' on the trip and away from the stress of home. No one knew I was adopted and we had no idea who I was until a few months ago. So now I go by my birth name Harry Potter."

"And your adopted name?" She asked.

"Blake Bishop." He gave her a grin.

She leapt off the bed, slapped him and then threw her arms around him and sobbed, "I thought you were dead."

"I'm sorry." He rubbed her back and hugged her tight, "We couldn't let anyone know. Basically Seamus and ten others were sent by the rebels to check out people suspected of possibly being me. The night of my birthday he waited until I was too drunk to see straight and took me to their hideout. Once I was awake they asked for a sample of blood. They found out I am Harry then went and got my parents and torched the place and left dead bodies in our places."

"They kidnapped you?" she leaned back shocked.

"Pretty much." He agreed, "If I wasn't Harry they would have let us go. My parents weren't forced to fight they just chose to stay with me. Once I realized I could stop all this I couldn't turn down the chance to do it. I couldn't leave those that were just like me in that camp."

"So you're a blood traitor?" she asked, "No your birth mother was a muggleborn so you're half."

"Yes." Harry waited for her to hate him.

"Well that's cool." She grinned up at him, "You got taller, plus a lot of other things that look beneficial."

"Are you saying I'm not your mousy friend any longer?" he asked glad she wasn't disgusted.

"Heck no." she grinned, "You're my tall, dark and handsome friend that I'm going to have to beat the girls away with a stick."

"Tall yes." He agreed and tugged at his hair, "Dark yes, handsome not so sure. However if the past five hours are any indication beating off the girls with a stick is a must. If they'd just quit introducing me as Lord Potter everything would probably calm down pretty quickly."

"Lord Potter." She pulled away, "Anything like Lord… you know who?"

"Nothing like that." He didn't force her back into the hug he just looked at her, "My title is from the muggle Queen. Some Potter about fifteen hundred years ago did something to help the King back then and they gave us Lordship over the magical part of their kingdom. We have the responsibility to see that Her Majesties magical subjects get what they need and we are tasked with protecting this part of her realm."

"How do you do that?" she asked.

"By getting rid of interlopers like Tom, who was a half-blood too." At her confused look he explained, "Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, You Know Who or He Who Must Not Be Named. Who, by the way, took the name His Majesty illegally."

"Are you the new minister then?" she asked still slightly confused but leaned back into his hug.

"No I appointed Amelia Bones." He grinned, "Alister Moody is head of the DMLE and Kingsley Shacklebolt is Head Auror. They tried to make me but when I pointed out to Minister Bones that I was the same age as her niece, we both agreed she was too young to run the country and so was I."

"I'm glad you're ok." Tracy gave him a final hug and slipped back onto her bed.

"I'm sorry I worried you." He patted her leg after covering it for her, "I'm glad you're ok too. I know how bad that camp was."

They were still talking when Fleur approached, "Lord Potter, your parents are requesting that you return home and rest. You've had a long day."

"I'll agree to that." He stood, "Oh by the way Fleur, this is Tracy. She's the one that was beside me that day."

"This is her?" Fleur smiled brilliantly, "I cannot thank you enough."

While Tracy was distracted by Fleur talking about the tournament and Malfoy, Harry slipped away. He returned to his home and had a quick dinner with his parents before he climbed into bed and fell asleep. In one day he had trained, went on a rescue mission, defeated Tom, helped clean up the Ministry, appointed a new Minister, Head of DMLE and Head Auror and last but not least visited several friends in the hospital. It was no wonder he was exhausted.

The next morning he dressed in his dress robes and Fleur made enough changes that no one would realize it was the same robes he'd been in last time. He met with Amelia at nine and they made some policy notes and left to be on time for the meeting with the Queen. It seemed like no time at all before they were standing as the woman entered the room.

"Lord Potter we are relieved to see you." She spoke first, "We were concerned yesterday when we heard the news."

"Thank you. I am relieved to be here." He waited until she sat and then took the seat indicated, as did Amelia, "We would have been lost without your devoted people."

"We are glad to have been an asset." She smiled, "What is the state of things?"

"We have retaken the Ministry, hospital and school." He explained, "There were no students at the school so it was just removing the headmaster and a few professors. Healers who are suspected to be opposed to us have been detained at the Ministry. Our people are back in the seats of power. This lovely woman with me is the new Minister for Magic the counterpart to your Prime Minister. May I present Madam Amelia Bones."

"Ms. Bones we are pleased to have you." The Queen nodded.

"Thank you Your Majesty." She bowed her head.

"What are your goals for our magical citizens?" the woman asked.

"We will endeavor to set up our governing body to mirror the muggle one." Amelia began, "We are tossing out all but the most basic laws and beginning again. We aim for equality for all races of magical sentience and protections for our creatures. Muggleborns familiar with the muggle political process are helping us make decisions."

"We also have an idea for some cooperation." Harry added when Amelia was finished, "Muggle parents of magical children are left out of the loop in all areas of our society. We would like some cooperation between us to fix it. Whether it is by allowing muggle parents to choose a magical guardian, having an agency as a go between or some other way we have yet to think of. In the past the headmaster of the school was the magical guardian but I believe that is a conflict of interest. If the student or their family disagrees with the headmaster they have no recourse."

"We will leave that up to you and our Prime Minister to work out, but we will support the idea of cooperation. Nigel, send for Raymond to assist with this cooperation." She turned to the Prime Minister, "He is our magical representative, head of training for our magical secret service. He can help you both see the other side. Make sure our subjects are aided."

The Queen then stood and left the meeting. The Prime Minister was still in shock. He had not received any visitors from the magical community during his four years in office and to find out that the Queen herself knew of the people left him flabbergasted. Raymond arrived in short order and they sat down and began to plan how they would combat this problem. They were quite pleased with the method that was worked out between them.

Harry sat in his study thinking. The manor felt so empty now that the order was gone. They had been gone for some time the final battle had been months earlier. But still he needed to do something to make the place lively again. His approaching birthday party would fill it up for a while but he was thinking it needed to be livelier in a more permanent way. The obvious way would be to get married and have children. However since he had not met anyone he would care to date for more than a month or two it wasn't an immediate answer to his problem, or perceived problem.

His adopted parents still lived with him and he had told them he expected them to stay as long as they lived. They were happy to for the moment. He was unsure if that would change in time. A knock on his door drew him from his thoughts and he smiled widely as his parents entered the room.

"Hello." He greeted.

"How are you feeling?" Emily asked.

"Bored." Harry chuckled.

"Shall I call Amelia and tell her you're ready to take over?" Brandon teased.

"No, I am not that bored." Harry chuckled, "I was just trying to think of a way to bring this place some more life. We just aren't enough."

"Well." Emily looked to Brandon, who smiled, before she turned back to Harry, "I've had a thought about that."

"Really?" Harry was intrigued, "As long as it doesn't include me finding a wife I'm all ears."

"You are not old enough to marry." Brandon huffed.

"At least we can agree on that." Harry chuckled.

"I was thinking." Emily stressed glaring at both of them, "I was thinking of adopting more children."

"I think it's a wonderful idea." Brandon agreed putting an arm over his wife's shoulder, "We always wanted more children."

"Do you have someone in mind?" He asked.

"Not so much someone as somewhere." She offered, "Sarah has two right now and she thinks there may be more."

"You want to adopt all the magical children out of the muggle foster system?" Harry asked just a bit shocked.

"Maybe not all of them." She grinned, "But at least five or six, maybe more."

"We have the room." Brandon pointed out, "We have help with the elves. None of us need to work between the money we have and they money from investments. We could share all the duties and still get away if we needed to."

"I won't ask you to change any dirty nappies or anything you don't want to do." she offered, "You could just teach them to fly, play chess and things like that."

"We'll pay rent if that's what you want." Brandon added when Harry still hadn't spoken.

"No rent." He shook his head, "I'm just a bit shocked is all. Are you sure this is a good idea."

"I think it's a fantastic idea." Emily smiled, "I've wanted more children for ages."

"It's possible that if we do it others will copy and all the children can be saved from that system." Brandon smiled too, "The positive public image this could generate would be enormous, if we still cared about that kind of thing."

"How about it Harry?" Emily pushed, "Do you want to be a big brother?"

"Of course I do." Harry grinned, "I'm just a bit worried about being a big brother five or six times over. Let's start with the two from Sarah and see how it goes."

"Deal." Emily squealed and jumped up and ran from the room. Harry supposed she was contacting her sister.

"You know we only wanted the two from Sarah." Brandon grinned slyly.

"I know that's what she told you." Harry grinned back, "I have no doubt that she will end up with more than that though. Once she gets started…"

"It's hard to get her to stop." Brandon nodded, "You horrible child look what you're putting your father through. You should have said no."

"Ha." Harry scoffed, "If you think I'm telling mum no you've got another thing coming. I just lived through a war and I don't want to be in the middle of another one."

"That is a point." Brandon agreed, "Good thing we only have fifty rooms in this house. She might get ideas that are too big if we had more."

"But only forty seven are available." Harry sighed, "I don't want to be a big brother that many times either."

Harry turned from the desk and tapped the wall with his wand. He pulled out two glasses and a decanter of amber liquid. He poured each of them a generous amount and then put the decanter away. The two men clinked glasses and tipped them back. There was no evidence of drinks left when Emily returned to force them to go visit with Sarah and the two newest additions to the family, she even made them dress up for the occasion.