Chapter 5

-August 15th London: Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE) 11:03 A.M.-

Amelia Bones, the head of DMLE, is currently doing some paperwork when the Minister of Magic, Fudge, barged into her office followed closely by his pet toad, Umbridge.

Amelia looked up from her paperwork and politely as possible asked, "What can I do for you Minister?"

"I just received word from my counterpart over the pond saying that had arrested some upstanding pure bloods, I demand that you arrange for their release into our custody," Fudge demanded.

"I can't do that, even if I did try," Amelia replied, "As it happened clearly inside the US borders, we have no legal standing to have them transferred to our care. If they managed to get their charges of assault on muggles dropped, they did enter the country illegally. For a witch or a wizard, that's an automatic six month prison time in the US."

"Preposterous," the pink toad said in a chiding tone, "They are pillars that support the magical community for generations. Madam Bones, Fudge has given you an order."

"Even if that is the case, they still have to obey the law," Amelia replied, "Like I said before, we have no legal footing to have them transferred over to us. Now if you two can kindly leave, so I can give my American counterpart a proper explanation on why a dozen British citizens, six of which are members of Wizingmont, were wearing standard Death Eater uniforms attacking a muggle boarding school along with an apology."

"Madam Bones," a tall black man said as he entered Amelia's office. "Arthur Weasley has agreed to give you an update on the increase of muggle baiting tomorrow at the agreed time. And the auror training budget has been cut again."

"Thank you Shacklebolt," Amelia replied.

With that Kingsley bowed and as he about to leave he gave a respectful bow to the minister and said, "Minister." With that he left.

-August 15th Xavier's School for the Gifted 9:23 A.M.-

It had been discovered that Hermione can use magic and she had a 12 and ¾ inch wand wand made of a fern wood with a feather from a thunderbird. As compared to Greer's wand which was 10" Texas oak, with a claw from a Namien Lion. Granted they can do wandless magic but they can do that for minor spells, they needed the wands for the complex spells.

As they were practicing changing a cup into a mouse, in the living room, not to far from the chimney. A red letter fell down it and landed in front of Greer, with her name on it.

"Who is it from," Hermione asked.

Greer took a closer look at it and replied, "Doesn't say."

Before they could do anything the letter started shouting at Greer, "Greer Potter! How dare you disgrace your parents! They didn't die to protect you so you could go to some inferior foreign school! They'd expected you to go to the best magical school in the world, Hogwarts! I'd promised my Ronnikens that you'd be his best friend…"

The letter didn't have time to finish as a spark from Hermione's wand caused the yelling letter to burst into flames.

"What was that!?" Hermione asked in a flabbergasted tone.

"I have no idea," Greer replied in pain as the sheer volume of the letter hurt her ears, "Bloody hell, I think it busted my eardrums. I also don't recognize the voice."

"Language," Hermione still managed to chide her new friend as her ears were still ringing.

"I know that voice anywhere. That was Molly Weasley," Agatha Harkness, their magical tutor. "That letter was a howler. I had an unpleasant meeting with her, many years ago, when I refused to teach her my magical secrets, shortly after she left Hogwarts."

"Why did she send that to Greer, Madam Harkness?" Hermione asked.

"I know that she and her family are poor. An educated guess is that she wants to set up her son with Greer so she can access the Potter wealth, as they are among the wealthiest British wizarding community," Harkness replied.

Greer made a disgusted face, as she tried to manage the migraine from the letter, she cursing her new enhanced hearing, and replied, "No thank you!"

"What was that awful racket," Logan asked as he was coming in from the garage, working on his bike.

"A howler. A magically chanted letter to sent to those that somehow displeased the sender to let them know of their displeasure," Harkness replied.

"Magic," Logan growled, "I hate magic."

"We know," both Greer and Hermione replied in stereo.

When Logan left the two girls returned to their magical assignment, after Agatha reassured them that she'll take care of the person who'd sent the letter. After an hour of work they both managed to transform their cups into mice and back into cups.

-August 15th 3:16 P.M. the Burrow-

Amelia Bones arrived at the Weasley household and she knocked on the door and she was greeted by the person she wanted to meet.

"Madam Bones! What do I owe the pleasure," Molly asked in a surprised tone, inviting her in.

"I would return the sentiment if it wasn't the fact that you sent a Howler to a muggle school," Amelia replied in a fierce tone. "What possessed you to send a Howler to such a muggle building!"

"Muggle?" Molly replied in confusion. "Nonsense, the only howler I sent in the past few weeks is the one I sent to Greer Potter."

"Who is staying at a muggle boarding school, after her previous guardians abandoned her," Amelia replied in a tone that would be best suited to scold a child. "Sending a howler to a muggle owned building is in complete violation of the Statute of Secrecy!"

"Dumbledore would have never allowed that to happen," Molly protested.

"He has no jurisdiction over who is or isn't Greer's guardian, as she has an American citizenship now," Amelia replied in a stern voice, "He only had the right to leave her with her mother's muggle sister, as she was her only living relative, other than that, he'd be exceeding his authority! You are just lucky that this school you sent the Howler to was already in the know about magic! Otherwise you were to be tried and if found guilty, you would have spent upwards of four months at Azkaban! And that does not include the additional fines! As it is you are going to be fined and serve a month of community service."

Molly flinched, "So close to sending my kids to Hogwarts?"

"You should have thought of that before you sent that howler," Amelia Bones replied, "I expect you to show up to the DMLE tomorrow by 9 to pick up your schedule for your community service. For each one you miss, an additional day is added, and if you miss seven, you'd be spending each of you community service days in Azkaban. Do I make myself clear?"

Molly flinched and nodded. As she finally agreed to do the charges to prevent herself from going to that awful prison. Molly sighed in disbelief as she saw the total of the fine. Which was more than her husband made in a month!

After Amelia left, Molly went to the clock that showed where her family was and opened the face of the clock and inside the face was a vault key.

"I know Dumbledore entrusted the Potters vault key to me, but I don't have a choice," Molly said to herself. "We don't have enough money to pay the fine."

-Gringotts 3:42 P.M.-

As Molly approached the goblin in charge of the vaults and she placed the key onto the table in front of him and said, "I'd like to make a withdrawal from vault 687, Sir Goblin."

The goblin inspected the key carefully before replying, "I am afraid that I can't take you to this vault."

Molly kept her anger in check as she knew full well the consequences of crossing a goblin, especially in their places of business, and she asked in as calm and collected tone as possible, "Whatever why, Sir Goblin? I have full permission from the girls magical guardian to access this vault."

The goblin merely grinned wickedly.

-Hogwarts: Dumbledore's Office 4:02 P.M.-

Dumbledore is currently in trouble with the goblins as they were looking through the finances of their major vaults and noticed inconceties in the Potter's trust vault and thus his access to the vault is suspended until a proper investigation could be handled. As most of the money he withdrew for the Greer's handling by her aunt and uncle had mysteriously never reached to the Dursley in the first place. Dumbledore mused to himself on how he could get the funds he needs for his various projects that he had hidden away from the public. He also tried to figure on how to get the Potter girl back under his control.

That was a squad of Goblin Gringotts guards entered his office, dragging a chained Molly Weasley behind them.

Dumbledore stood from his desk with a raised eyebrow and asked, "Master goblins, may I know the meaning of this?"

A goblin Gringotts official came forth and placed a scroll on his desk and replied, "We caught this thief trying to enter the Potter heirs trust vault through a secondary key that is supposed to be in your safekeeping. As such through our treaties with your government, you are no longer the keeper of the Potter vaults and Molly Weasley has been from stepping inside Gringotts for the next 7 years."

"This must be some misunderstanding," Dumbledore replied, "I have my utmost trust with Mrs. Weasley. That is why I had that key hidden away in her house."

"That me be good enough for your government but we goblins take theft very seriously," the goblin said. "If we had our way, she would be working in our mines already." With that the goblins took their leave, leaving a still bound Molly in his office.

Dumbledore looked at Molly, letting her safekeep the spare trust vault key that he processed, didn't pan out the way he wanted to. Dumbledore continued to think of ways to salvage the situation.

-Location: ? Time: ?-

The body of Minos was dragged away by several members of Friends of Humanity.

"Are you sure that was necessary, Graydon Creed," a man with graying hair asked.

"I don't tolerate failures Trask," Graydon responded, "The only reason I funded his project was for to create weapons for our crusade against the mutant menace. Freaks fighting freaks. Since his subject escaped, she now lives among our most hated enemies. The X-men!"

"They have been a thorn in our side for quite some time," Trask admitted. "But our suppliers in Hydra won't take kindly for losing an...expensive asset."

Graydon growled and replied, "I'll worry about them, but I'm putting you in charge of cleaning this mess up."

"Can I take lethal action," Trask asked casually.

"I'd like the brat alive," Graydon replied, "but if no other alternative presents itself you have the green light. We can still learn plenty from the girls corpse."

With Trask left the room with a grin on his face.

-Canadian Wilderness-

A feral looking man of 6'6" is eating the corpse of bear that is much larger than him. Behind him was a hovering small metal sphere projecting an holographic image of a man hidden by shadows.

"What is your answer Victor," the hologram asked.

"So the brat finally grew a backbone and looking for a fight with his old man, no less," Victor said with a feral grin as he paused long enough to bite off a piece of raw bear meat before continuing, "Just tell me where the fight will be."

With that the holographic image was cut off and the metallic sphere flew off without a sound.

To be continued…