AN: So I come back to Manchester after helping my mum move for 2 days straight, go to work in the middle of the day for another 8 hours, get home and do nothing but finally get some decent sleep. I Wake up and start unpacking stuff I've brought from my mum's to my dad's. When I finally get my room tidy enough to set up my PC it fucking breaks. I now have to probably buy a new SSD and maybe even a new motherboard.

On the bright side Rex Orange County put out a new song and it absolutely bangs. Ironically it's called "new house". Also, someone sent me a message saying that they'd like to be a beta for this fic and they seem quite nice so far. Sadly I didn't see the message till now so I replied like a week late. A public apology to you Elizabeth, my response time has been appalling.

Also, I'm enjoying these little magical theories and notions at the beginning of chapters and while I don't really know how any of this works as I don't think JK has ever explained it, it's fun. I will probably stop being able to come up with new ones soon but I enjoy writing them so if I think of one I'll put it in :)

(I wrote the above like 7 months ago and have just now decided to start writing again. I have a new and good job that has normal hours and I can earn a living and get some good rest, for a while there I was basically just waking up, working, coming home and sleeping.)

This chapter is dedicated to Elizabeth who has the patience of a saint and I'm sure is as beautiful as the small amount of personality I have been graced with from our short conversations. I struggled with replying and receiving your messages and after that, I basically forgot about this story for half a year. But I am back now and will hopefully be able to provide some decent work for you lot. I am planning on revising my earlier chapters (making them a bit longer and add in some more history etc.), but for now, I just want to write some new shit.

Enjoy!

Chapter 5: A Semblance of Fresh Air

There are different types of magic. A better word to use would be Genres as, while they are different, they are the same on a basic level. Part of it comes with evolution. The magic in a wizard or even a magical creatures body changes over time into something different that suits the user.

For example, 1500 years ago house elves couldn't apparate. Over time they saw what wizards were doing and in an effort to better serve their masters they learnt to do it themselves and then showed it to the rest of their species. At the time they could barely apparate across a house and struggled even more if there were wards. Now because over almost 1500 years they have trained their magic so much that they apparate across most of the country and even go through wards they aren't keyed into even if they are bringing people with them. The Potters, as well as some other magicals, have done some research into this.

It seemed that they simply have different magic to wizards. With the help of those possessing mage sight, wizards were able to see that on a small fundamental level their magic was the same. The way in which they use their magic was even the same as wizards, maybe a house elf will be a tad more conservative. It also seemed that they have smaller magical cores on average.

House elves can also seem to be able to find their master, and sometimes if they spend enough time with them, their children, anywhere in the world. They can also see how many people are in their master's home if they spend enough time there. Sometimes they can tell you who they are based on their magic alone.

Goblins don't have much magic to use but have managed over the years to be able to infuse what little magic they have into their weapons to ensure they are always sharp and self-cleaning and also have other magical properties. Veelas, however, are a completely different story. They actually have, on average, a larger magical core than wizards, they simply constantly use it in their allure. They were actually originally held very high in society in Eastern Europe due to their magical power but were eventually seen as sex objects and their allure had to be increased in power so that anyone attempting to assault them could be overwhelmed and the Veela could escape and over time their allure just stayed more concentrated than what it used to be. Their power essentially became wasted on the greed of man and now they only have above average magical cores due to their allure's constant usage.

It is entirely possible that anti-apparition wards will have to be upgraded so that when the wizard's way of apparating eventually evolves there is still a defence for it.

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Minerva McGonagall had been teaching almost 40 years, starting back in 1956. The past year, however, since a ministry worker had come to take over her home, had been the first time she had been genuinely embarrassed to be working there. The students had been walking through the halls silently with their heads down for months. There was no longer any laughter. No games of exploding snap in the halls. No rambunctious behaviour. She hadn't taken any points in months the children were behaving so well. and yet it didn't make happy. It both angered and depressed her.

Her lions had been the worst affected, undoubtedly because that was the house Potter was in. She couldn't bring her self to resent him though. She knew that if he was here he would be getting the brunt of it. Instead, Miss Granger seems to have been the focus of the new Headmistresses ire, likely because of her blood status and affiliation with Mr Potter.

She thought about Albus's removal while she picked at her breakfast. It would likely be even harder on the children now. Looking to her left she saw Umbridge watching the halls silent eating, the ever-present sickly smile on her face changed to surprise. Looking at the door she saw a very different Harry Potter walk into the great hall, very different but she'll always know that hair. James Potter had always been her favourite student, not that she'd ever admit it.

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After leaving Hermione in the care of the school Matron to get her hand treated in order to prevent pain and scarring, he was making his way to the floo in the Pomfrey's office with his guests in tow. He'd been preparing for this for months but was still worried about the outcome, part of him wanted to let slip his aura and possibly scare the spineless Minister onto the backfoot where Harry could press him until the bumbling fool submitted. Now, after his own undersecretary and her entourage had used an unforgivable in front of hundreds of people, on top of that most of them were young and impressionable children she was there to protect.

Now, however, he had an amazing advantage in that the law was completely on his side in every aspect. He and his Grandmother had been preparing for an uphill battle with obstacles, it seems now that only the obstacles remain. However, Fudge is the type to easily be sent into a stupor and become the bumbling moron that he is so he wasn't the problem they had been planning for. Lucius Malfoy, Lord Malfoy, presented a much bigger problem, The Malfoys, since coming from France 150 years ago, while the family is only 350 years old the Malfoy seat likely holds the most power. Even if the seat is not hereditary. Lucius has accumulated this power using bribes, threats and in very few cases his very own charm. He is one of the few people with the power to call an emergency Wizengomet session.

It would be their downfall.

In their view, Harry didn't know that he was even going to the Wizengomet, he still knew nothing of politics and he would already be frazzled and confused by Umbridge and the speed at which he would leave the castle. This would be further cemented by the fact that the Potters had barely touched the Wizengomet in over 300 years.

The tactic was to knock them off balance and turn as many heads as he could while they were confused. Hopefully, the old farts in their plum robes will be so used to an unchallenging life, that when something comes to their attention that is not a law to make their lives easier or something that is extremely inconsequential but takes 9 meetings to come to fruition, that when Harry stormed in there, ministry brigade slumped over in mid-air behind him, they will also be much too frazzled in order to come up with a decent thought.

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As he walked through the ministry atrium he decided to ponder the effects of the hereditary seat system of the wizengamot. In parts he agreed with it, the idea that the knowledge of manoeuvring the British political landscape is continuously passed on and those families can only gain knowledge of how to govern the people better. It makes sense. But like Communism the theory is sound but in practice, it's a shit show. The best way he could describe it is a tall hill of money with the common people at the bottom. The lords will climb and leave the commoners at the bottom and the further they climb the less they can see and understand their problems. It was a cycle that will sadly continue and he couldn't really blame them, they were raised in a sheltered way because their parents were raised in a sheltered way because of their parents. etc.

For example, in the space of 10 years, there was a total of 8 different magical shopping centres, at one point 3 of them were called Diagon Alley, the ministry wanted it to be called that but could not make a choice as to where they should choose as a permanent spot. They could only afford to maintain one at the time, Knockturn Alley was meant to expand on Diagon but the large influx of crime has dissuaded the ministry from making another attempt. The Diagon Alley that we know today was eventually set up in 1286.

But he understood why they maintained them beyond these reasons and the standard "our traditions are important" speech. A few hundred years ago the wizarding world was in constant fluctuation even without the wars that were occurring. The constant changes and advances were good but it led to a sort of nationwide anxiety. Spells that you used on a daily basis were changing. Between the years of 1181-1188, portkeys, the floo and brooms were invented it was one of the reasons that the magical carpet is still banned in the UK. Well, that and the fact that several Lords held shares in the highest-selling brooms companies. For example, in the space of 10 years, there was a total of 8 different magical shopping centres, at one point 3 of them were called Diagon Alley, the ministry wanted it to be called that but could not make a choice as to where they should choose as a permanent spot. They could only afford to maintain one at the time, Knockturn Alley was meant to expand on Diagon but the large influx of crime has dissuaded the ministry from making another attempt. The Diagon Alley that we know today was eventually set up in 1286.

Hogsmeade was actually a fluke. In 1303 an extremely distressed mother refused to be too far away from the school when her daughter broke her ankle in an accident with a broom. This led to her use of a recently invented magically expanded tent as the months went on she decided she quite liked the area and decided to push all her money into a shop using

her Grandmother's recipes and made a good living for herself and her daughter. Children often opted to walk to the train station so that they could make a purchase. People forgot about the crazy women who refused to leave and instead remembered a woman with a heart of gold and an excellent singing voice. Sylvie Honeyduke.

It only took another 22 years before Hogsmeade became an official ministry sanctioned village.

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It took him only 10 minutes to find the Wizengomet chambers. He had seen some pictures and memories of the chamber and not a single thing had changed in the last 70 years at least, a lot more than that if the portraits accounts were accurate. He had to admit that the room was quite beautiful, dark and foreboding but quite elegant. He would have liked to take in some more of his surroundings but Fudge had finally come out of his stupour that he had been since Harry had entered the room.

For once he couldn't blame the minister for his blustering. He had just walked in with his assistant and 2 Aurors levitated behind him. Well, the Aurors were quite high in the air, Umbridge's head had knocked on a few steps on the way.

"Minister, I would like to reports a crime". Harry said putting on his most concerned face. Despite what his grandmother said and how much she wanted him to be mature all the time. He was still only 15 and as such was allowed to be cheeky and stir the pot from time to time.

AN: I have also decided that this bottom AN will be reserved for things about the chapter that you would only understand after reading the chapter and some recommendations.

First off I know very little about communism and will not be researching it unless I get very bored and curious at some point. I believe from word of mouth that it is the concept of everyone who can work doing their part to maintain the financial stability of the country and then everyone getting an equal amount of money, therefore, extinguishing poverty. But when it was given a go the rich got richer and the rest of the country was left in famine and poverty.

Second, this was probably as close to an interlude chapter as you will ever get. No clue how I got almost 3000 words from Harry walking through the ministry.

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