A/N - Yeah, I know it has been a long time since I last updated this, but I had a re-read and a tad of inspiration for this fic. Don't know when the next instalment will be, but I will try my best to get one out soon. By the way, I know Umbridge worked in the Improper Use of Magic Office a the Ministry, but for the purposes of this, she worked 'under' Fudge, if you get what I mean! (By the way, I some of this text is from the HP Lexicon!)

Great Hall, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland

14th November 1993

Daphne and Harry watched as the First Years were eating their evening meal at the Slytherin table, ensuring that their charges were keeping to the one major House Rule: Slytherins are United, no matter the cost.

"Was we as annoying as them when we were Firsties?" Harry asked his lover and fellow prefect. "The Umbridge twins for example, they keep telling me that they would serve us as much as the late Ministers Undersecretary did for him."

"Didn't she-"

"Yes, she did." Harry interjected. "The rumours were that Fudge was their actual father and not Lord Umbridge. She was his assistant when he he was Head of the Department of the Control and Regulation of Magical Creatures and she worked in Clerical Services."

"Didn't your great Uncle Charlus work in the DCRMC?" Daphne asked, trying to remember the Heads of Department that had been in the Ministry.

"Yeah, he was Head for a year until he was killed by a Ware. He only got the job after Fudge moved up in the world, even though Great Uncle Charlus was older." Harry replied. "I remember reading his notes that were left in Potter Manor and he mentioned in them that he had to spend more time covering for Fudge as Acting Head then doing his actual job as Fudge would spend more time with Umbridge."

"I can't believe its been 4 months and they still haven't caught that Lestrange woman." Daphne said. "Mother remembers what she was like when she was at Hogwarts. She was all nice and kind until she was raped by Ambrose Longbottom. She did have a bit of an obsession with the Dark Arts, but after the rape, she just threw herself into the hard."

"Ambrose Longbottom, yes, Longbottoms uncle. Talk about having howler monkeys in the vanishing cabinet." Harry remembered. "Great Aunt Dorea's portrait still hates the way the Longbottoms still have prominace in the Wizarding World whilst her great neice had to suffer at the hands of that bunch of tossers. There again I don't think Great Aunt Dorea forgave Walburga after she forced her favourite great nephew out of the family home."

"At least Sirius managed to land on his feet."

"Yeah, thanks to Grandpa Fleamont and Great Uncle Charlus. Had they not let Sirius stay at Potter Manor, I bet he would either be dead or in Azkaban."

"Why's that Harry?"

"Sirius told me that his mother was a bitch. There again giving your son the initials SOB is quite appropriate for a Grim Aminagus. There again, it could be worse...you could have been related to Fudge. His cousin caused uproar and had the Minister fire him last week for breaching the Statute of Secrecy by making a Muggle train disappear."

"That was just plain stupid. Last I heard he had got a job at TerrorTours." Daphne said, trying not to laugh. "By the way, Professor Snape wanted to see us later. Something about next year."

Suddenly they felt the temperature going cold. Pulling their wands out of their holsters, Harry and Daphne knew something was wrong.

Adam Potter was confused. He loved Hermione Granger, almost as much as how his brother loved Daphne Greengrass, yet at the same time he was scared that he would mess up their relationship and end up spending the rest of his life on his own.

Looking at the girl who he was in love with, he caught Longbottom flaunting the sports pages of the Evening Prophet.

"Puddlemere Chaser vanishes amid chaos at Holyhead match

Ministry fears of violence at the match between traditional rivals Holyhead Harpies and Puddlemere United were realised when former Harpy, Chaser Wilda Griffiths, disappeared midway during the match. Many Puddlemere and Holyhead supporters had handed in "dummy" wands at the gates and used their real wands during the ensuing riot. Holyhead team captain Gwenog Jones is said to be "helping the Ministry with its enquiries"

'There were wands everywhere,' said Timothy Blenkinsop (23), a Puddlemere supporter who was caught in the midst of the fighting. 'Everywhere I looked people were collapsing. A lot of the Harpy supporters were using the Jelly-Brain jinx. A group of Puddlemere fans near me retaliated with the Sponge-Knees curse. It was shocking. I just ran. I count myself lucky to have escaped just with this tail.'

'It is nonsense to say that Gwenog wanted the Holyhead fans to riot,' said a Holyhead representative after the match. 'Yes, maybe she did say that Wilda deserved to be gnawed to death by starving tarantulas, but that was a light-hearted remark which she certainly did not expect anybody to take seriously. And I'm quite sure that wherever Wilda is, she is not being devoured by spiders.'

'Most of my hag volunteers have refrained from taking a bite out of me since last Tuesday' he said.

'We're not trying to stop people having fun. We're just trying to stop them turning each other into artichokes without checking to see if they know the counter-charm.'"

"What a diabolical discrace." Adam heard Neville Longbottom say to his friend, Ron Weasley. "I'm sure that Royston Idlewind could have told them a thing or two about the futility of trying to keep wizards with wands under control."

"At least my Cannons won!" Weasley said in response. Adam watched as the red headed teen stood up and walked over to his twin brothers. Turning back to Hermione, he smiled at the thought of one day being together forever.

Just as he was about to place his hand on top of hers, he suddenly felt cold, and then he heard a scream. The scream of his brother being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse by Lord Voldemort. Something that happened when he was only one year old.