Dumbledore really was brilliant, steamrolling over all Minister Fudge's protests, objections, and questions about what had happened. It helped that the ministry had been vehemently stating all year that Voldemort hadn't returned, only to be proven that he was a few weeks before, then being handed a dead dark lord and almost his entire organization on a silver platter. Madam Bones was the harder one to convince since Fudge had almost immediately decided to take the win for himself and his new election campaign.

"Albus," the head of the DMLE sighed and shook her head. "This just doesn't make any sense. You say that Mr. Draco Malfoy and Mr. Harry Potter were staying the weekend at Longbottom Manor, which was under a Fidelus Charm, when somehow You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters got past that charm and decided to attack. Now let me get this right," she consulted her notes again. "They sent a patronus message to Professor Severus Snape and Mr. Remus Lupin, who are apparently friends now, as soon as they realized the danger..." she raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "The two men flooed in and joined in the defense with Madam Augusta Longbottom, Mr. Algernon Longbottom, and the children."

All three teens scoffed at being called children but were smart enough not to say anything. "That sounds correct to me," Augusta Longbottom looked at the woman sternly. Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks both looked on in confusion at the situation. As members of the Order, they knew something else was going on, but it seemed neither could figure it out either.

"Right...so," Madam Bones shook her head and went back to her notes. "The Death Eaters fought their way into the house where they unfortunately killed Mr. Algernon Longbottom who luckily killed Bellatrix Lestrange with some unknown curse before his death. Then Mr. Draco Malfoy, who is apparently an eros, fired on all the Death Eaters we found who were unresponsive but had arrows in them. And he is certain he can remove the charm?"

"Of course, Madam Bones," Draco nodded at the question he'd already been asked a few times. "As soon as you would like me to. I recommend they are secure in custody first though if they aren't already."

"So, none of our underage teens are responsible for any deaths except that of You-Know-Who, who Mr. Potter somehow killed," the head of the DMLE looked at him questioningly.

"I got him with a very lucky bombarda, then an incendio," Harry lied, glancing at Dumbledore who had assured him it would hold up. "He was going to kill Draco and Neville."

"Yes, and Professor Snape killed Lucius Malfoy who was cursing his own son, and Mr. Lupin took out the Death Eaters that looked like they were attacked by an animal," Madam Bones continued reading her notes. It wasn't a stretch for Remus to take responsibility for anyone attacked by Hestia or Graham. "That still doesn't explain what happened to Peter Pettigrew who's still unconscious and suffering from dementor exposure or Walden McNair who we found to inexplicably not have a soul."

"Well, we all know the dementors have been wandering around collecting the convicts who were broken out of Azkaban..." Harry supplied sheepishly. "I think I saw one out of the corner of my eye in all the chaos."

No one in the room looked like they believed him. "Can you tell us why the three of you decided to have a sleepover tonight of all nights?" Kingsley questioned the group since it was quite strange that Draco would be in company with the other two.

"Er, I asked them over," Neville supplied tentatively. "We're all in Remedial Potions together and got close over the year."

At the mention of Remedial Potions, Madam Bones's head shot up and she looked at the three questioningly before turning her gaze to both Snape and Lupin. "Yes, I think that does explain the situation," she said slowly as Snape gave her an almost imperceptible nod. "Yes, I think that explains everything just nicely."

They all watched as Amelia Bones crossed out a couple lines on her pad of paper and closed the notebook with a decided snap. "Madam Bones?" Tonks asked the woman questioningly. The woman's demeanor had changed drastically from suspicious disbelief to relieved acceptance almost immediately.

"I think we're done here, Auror Tonks. They seem to have an explanation for everything, and it was obviously all self-defense. We need to specifically question Peter Pettigrew as the fact of him being alive calls into question Sirius Black's culpability in the Potters' murder, and we may need to question the few living Death Eaters as well, but it seems there really isn't anything they can say to mitigate their guilt. The fact they're all marked and at the Longbottom residence speaks to the truth of their guilt in the matter," the woman concluded. "We can all sleep easier tonight knowing that You-Know-Who is clearly dead and gone. Thank you, Mr. Potter. I'm sorry you had to go through this...and the rest of you as well."

Kingsley looked like he wanted to protest and kept shooting confused looks to Albus, but he kept his mouth shut. "Right, we need a press conference! And something about a trial for Pettigrew and Black and how my administration has uncovered the corruption from the one before, etc. etc.," Minister Fudge almost clapped in glee as he strode to the floo and left directly for the offices of the Daily Prophet.

When the two aurors flooed out, Madam Bones turned to Professor Snape. "Is everyone else involved ok? No one is injured?" She asked in a low hiss so the portraits couldn't hear.

"Everyone has been seen to," Snape assured her with a nod.

The woman turned to the three teens who were looking at her in wide-eyed confusion. "I really am sorry you all had to go through this," she told them with a sad smile. "I know classes like Remedial Potions are wonderful bonding experiences. I myself keep in touch with those in my Remedial Divination class still," she glanced to Severus quickly. "Might I add...I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Malfoy," she said stepping over to Draco with an intense look. "And for what your father did to you. That was inexcusable. I can only imagine what you must have gone through growing up with that man. Bigotry and prejudice run deep in our society, unfortunately."

Draco looked over to Neville who reached across to take his hand comfortingly. "Er, ma'am...could we maybe talk? I think I have some information you might find useful about my mother and a few other Death Eaters who weren't at the house tonight," the blond offered with a sad sigh.

"Oh dear," she sighed and took out her pad of paper once more. "Tell me what you know...do you have someone you can stay with if we end up arresting your mother?"

"He can stay with us," Augusta Longbottom offered without a thought.

"I'm his godfather," Snape cut in quickly. "I can take legal custody and then we can decide if he stays with me or at Longbottom Manor."

"Right, well that's settled. What do you need to tell me...?" Madam Bones asked, sitting down and waiting as Draco gathered his thoughts.

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The trials went much faster than anyone expected, mainly because of the interrogation of Peter Pettigrew under Veritaserum and the testimony of Draco Malfoy who had heard quite a bit over the years. By mid-July, Sirius Black was freed with an apology from the ministry, most of the remaining Death Eaters were in Azkaban (with a new, large contingent of human guards), and the magical community was celebrating. It seemed the war ended before most even knew it had begun anew. Unfortunately, with the prophecy being registered at the ministry, Harry had to be given credit for Voldemort's death, which got out to the public very quickly. In order to escape the reporters for a while, he moved up his trip to visit the dementors in the Caribbean.

Newly declared innocent, Sirius did actually travel with Harry to the Caribbean but stayed on a completely different island than where the prison was located. Getting out and in the sun did the man a world of good in Harry's opinion. For himself, Harry had a blast with the dementors. He helped them with some record keeping as they still weren't good with the paperwork aspect of the prison, but mainly he just got to hang out with them and get to know them better. Drake, Ronnie, and a ministry official from the Caribbean Ministry of Magic were all set to return with Harry and Sirius to Britain to inspect the vault at Gringotts and arrange for transport of the jewels back to the dementors' home.

Surprisingly, the Caribbean Minister of Magic himself appeared where Harry was just settling back into Jamie to take the portkey back to England and seemed to plan to be the ministry official accompanying them. "Mr. Potter, it's a pleasure to meet you," the minister who was an older man that clearly looked like he'd been a surfer in his younger days but who was doing his best to look respectable now said with a grin and a shake of the teen's hand.

"You too, sir," Harry smiled broadly. "It's nice to have a face to the handwriting since we talked so much over Christmas for the prison contract."

"Yes, quite. I must admit, you have quite the head for business for someone your age," the minister, Sachin Joseph, responded with a broad grin. "You really gave us a run for our money in the negotiations."

Harry shrugged in embarrassment as Sirius clapped a proud hand on his shoulder. "The dementors, especially King and Mina, really do know their stuff, they just aren't really sure how to interact with humans most of the time," he explained. "I really didn't do much."

"I think you did quite a lot for both our peoples," the minister smiled. "Now, I've decided to travel with you to meet with the British ministry. The diplomatic visit is long overdue, but the real reason is that I've heard some rumors that the tide is turning once more. The rumors state that now the ministry is more concerned about you turning into the next dark lord and about the fact that a werewolf took part in your battle as well as an eros."

"What?!" Harry stammered out in surprised indignation.

"Those bastards!" Sirius added in with a growl.

"Do not worry, young dementor," Joseph clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder with a jovial smile. "I'm only going to get a feel for how many of these rumors are true and what the general feel is. I'd like to be a support in the ICW if things do start to go south, plus, as a leading member of the Council of the Autonomous Nation of Dementors who are currently residing in my domain, you are directly under my protection. Frankly, I could even petition for diplomatic immunity for you if needed. I have permission from the dementor you call King to act in your favor if needed. Will that be acceptable?"

Harry blinked at the man and glanced to Drake and Ronnie who were both nodding in agreement with his comments. "Er, yeah, thank you," he breathed out. "Wow, diplomatic immunity...I didn't even realize I'd qualify for that."

"With negotiating on the dementor's behalf, you've already set yourself up as a diplomat and a valuable member of your nation, so the paperwork is already filed on our end," Joseph explained. "You are the diplomat representing the dementors for our ministry. I just need to hand over the documents to the British ministry if things get out of hand for you. You say the word and I'll hit that idiot Fudge with all the paperwork with great pleasure."

Harry could tell that the minister would definitely get a lot of pleasure out of it. He wasn't sure what the Caribbean minister had against Fudge, but having met Fudge himself, he could guess any number of things. "Thank you, sir. That's very kind of you."

"Nothing of the sort! We all ready?" Joseph held out a piece of rope. They all grabbed on and were whisked away to the international portkey office of the British Ministry of Magic.

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"Mr. Potter," Rufus Scrimgeour greeted the party, heading a large group of aurors. They took in the two dementors, but Scrimgeour still turned and scowled at Harry. "You are hereby under arrest for questioning in the death of Dolores Umbridge, the practicing of illegal dark magics, inciting vigilante behavior, and harboring a known fugitive."

"Hey! I was innocent!" Sirius yelled at the man, blocking his godson with a shoulder.

"At the time, you were a wanted fugitive, and at the time is what matters," Scrimgeour stepped forward, only pausing as Drake and Ronnie hovered a bit closer to Harry.

"Harry...er, now might be a good time to take Minister Joseph up on his offer," Ronnie quietly screeched to Harry.

"Mr. Potter," Minister Joseph looked over his shoulder at the teen questioningly. He lowered his voice to whisper, "How would you like me to handle this? It would be nice to solve this quickly, but if I serve the papers, it would out you as a creature."

"You know..." Harry responded loudly and smiled at Scrimgeour and the aurors. "I decided a while back that I owed nothing to the British Ministry of Magic. I only owe my allegiance to my people and those like me, which are constantly being discriminated against by you...so, I think I would really like to outed, Minister Joseph," Harry told the athletic politician beside him.

The aurors all stared in shock at who turned out to be a foreign dignitary in the group while he rummaged in an attaché case he was carrying. "Give me one moment..." The minister held up a finger as he continued to rummage. "Ah, here they are!" He proudly handed over a stack of parchment to the head auror. "I think you will see that Harry Potter is neither a citizen under the purview of the British Ministry, nor is he able to be arrested as a foreign diplomat. Of course, it's in your rights to reject our application for diplomatic status and immunity, but Mr. Potter fulfills all requirements under ICW law, is already a recognized diplomat, and it could be seen as an act of war if he is detained or rejected based on his status as the Ambassador for the Autonomous Nation of Dementors."

The group of aurors just stared. None of them seemed to have wanted to arrest the Savior of the Wizarding World, now they were all a little terrified and confused. Scrimgeour turned red in fury, but there was absolutely nothing he could do. "I must forward this on to our minister."

"Of course, though I recommend delivering it to him in person," Minister Joseph smiled deviously. "He's not very good at opening his mail, as we have all seen from past events."

"Excuse us, we have an appointment at the bank," Sirius grinned with an arm around Harry and flanked on both sides by dementors. "Make a path please," he strode forward unconcernedly for if the aurors were going to move or not.

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September 1st rolled around with Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley sitting in a compartment that already included Draco, Neville, Ron, and Hermione. "You think people are going to be ok with a dementor being in the school?" Harry asked his friends. The news had gotten out quickly, as well as the fact that Dumbledore had officially extended an invitation for Harry Potter, official Dementor Ambassador, to finish out his schooling at Hogwarts.

"I'm a little offended I only got a footnote on being an eros," Draco grumbled. "You being a dementor and taking out the Dark Lord just took all my spotlight."

"You got that nice, tear-jerker piece that Skeeter wrote about your mother going to jail and Snape killing your dad," Ron remarked with a smirk.

Neville glared at the redhead, but Draco just laughed to everyone's surprise. "I laugh so I don't have a nervous breakdown," he waved his hand in dismissal. "I have to admit, with Uncle Sev as my new parent and staying with Nev most of the summer, I've never felt so safe in my life though."

Their compartment door was pushed open to reveal the rest of the HSMC standing in the corridor, Hestia in the lead. "Mind if we join?" She asked.

"I'm not so sure you'll fit," Hermione remarked as the creatures all shoved their way in, sitting on the floor, on various other's laps or awkwardly leaning against the door or window.

"Ok, I'm feeling a bit claustrophobic, is there a reason for this?" Draco drawled with a glare to Colin Creevey who was unabashedly sitting on his lap. "I'm not a piece of furniture!"

"We have been talking, and well, Harry and Draco came out to everyone..." Bartholomew started solemnly.

"While Brook and I are still upset no one told us what was going on," David muttered.

"You weren't reachable," Ginny raised an eyebrow. "It's not our fault dryads and naiads live in another realm, or rather heavily warded pockets of magic."

"Mum wouldn't let me go," Aceline grumbled.

"As she shouldn't, you're twelve," Hestia glared at the girl. "Now, back to the subject, since Harry and Draco are now known, we were thinking it might be time for the rest of us to come out of the shadows. The Death Eaters have been taken down, and why did we all fight to save our world if we still have to hide?"

"I was only fighting for Draco and Neville," Kara raised her hand. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm fine with everyone knowing I'm a Valkyrie, but we don't have as much prejudice as some of you guys."

"Like us," Aurora nodded. "Most of Aurelius and my housemates already know we're half-werewolves though."

"Graham and Matthew both sent their support when I talked to them this summer," Hestia added on. "If they hadn't graduated, they said they'd be coming out to the school too. Honestly, Matthew has already just started telling people. He got a job in Hogsmeade to be closer to Sinistra."

"So, what does coming out mean? What would that look like?" Hermione asked, interested even if she wasn't a part of this.

"Glamours down?" Aceline asked the rest. "I'd really like to keep my wings out. It's really bloody uncomfortable to keep them tucked in all the time."

"That would actually be nice," Draco nodded, shoving Colin off him and onto Neville's lap.

"I really hate having to keep a glamour up over my entire skin," Neville added on in agreement as he huffed under the added weight.

"Wait...Neville's a creature too!" Ron stuttered. It seemed he'd just caught on that everyone was a type of creature in the compartment besides him and Hermione.

"Yes, Ron, I am too," Ginny patted his head.

"I know you are, Mum won't bloody shut up about it." Ron rolled his eyes at her. "But besides deciding for some insane reason to date Malfoy of all people, Neville's just so normal."

"And we aren't?" Dennis Creevey smirked at his housemate.

"Bloody hell, you all are, aren't you?" He gulped.

"What did you think this meeting was about, Weasley?" Draco rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air.

"Well, you know Albus would be in support," Harry grinned at his expanded group of friends...his family. "Plus, since Sirius was hired on as the new DADA professor and Sinistra is there, we have quite a bit of support. Also, I'm pretty sure they're going to be freaked out the most with me, so you have that added advantage as well."

"Don't forget Professor Flitwick," Ginny added. "He taught Remedial Charms before Severus took over."

"Yes, so it's probably the safest for us now before we get out of school into the real world. Then, we work for change," Brook explained. Hermione was already looking like she was going to corner the other girl to come up with a social justice campaign.

"So...are we really doing this?" Colin asked the group. "We're just going to tell people?"

"Sure, what the hell?" Eir shrugged and smiled at them with her razor-sharp teeth and golden eyes.

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Professors Snape, Sinistra, Pomfrey, and Flitwick were all standing outside the castle as the still glamoured HSMC members approached the doors. They'd sent a letter with Hedwig on ahead of them to prepare their faculty advisor who must have spread the word a bit. "Are you all sure about this?" Snape looked at the assembled group as the rest of the students walked past them into the castle, looking questioningly at the odd group from all houses and years.

"What's winning a war good for unless things change," Ginny told him seriously. "There needs to be a day when Hogwarts no longer has remedial classes...unless they're actually teaching lessons that is...and instead has a creature meet and greet group or a bowling club or something."

"I'm very proud of you all," Flitwick was bouncing in excitement. "This day has been a long time coming."

"Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, what are you doing in this group?" Madam Pomfrey crossed her arms and glared at the two hiding behind Harry.

"Er, emotional support, ma'am," Ron grinned at her.

"I'm walking in with them too," Professor Sinistra stood taller. "You coming, Severus?"

"Of course. If they are going to do something so foolish and sentimental, then their faculty advisor should be in the group as well," Snape smirked as his fangs lowered and his eyes took on a slight red shine. "If we do this...let's do this right."

The HSMC stood alone outside the castle and all lowered their glamours with wings stretching and eyes starting to glow. Harry huffed. "I guess I'm still stuck in Jamie."

"It's the thought that counts," Ginny kissed his cheek, fluttering her glittering wings.

"Yeah, I'm with you Harry, I don't think I'll fit through the door in my creature form," Hestia shrugged. Her eyes had taken on a distinct avian quality, but she remained in her human form.

"Hey, Draco, you think you could flutter your little fluffy wings and throw out some love and good feelings while we walk in?" Harry asked his Slytherin friend who snapped a wing around to cuff him in the back of the head.

"Shut it Potter, and try not to eat anyone this year," Draco smirked back as he opened the door for everyone to walk though.

"Ah, it looks like the Hogwarts Society of Magical Creatures have decided to join us!" Dumbledore laughed out in full twinkle mode as the group walked into the stunned silence of the student body in the Great Hall. "Now, reminders, Mr. Filch has a new list of banned items, posted on his door for those of you inclined to take a look. Next, the forbidden forest is strictly forbidden unless you're a creature more dangerous than a werewolf. Professor Lupin, who has graciously returned to help out Professor Black for the year while he continues to heal, will be more than willing to spar with anyone who thinks they might fit in that category. Lastly, no magic in the corridors between classes..."

And on that note the story ends.
Thanks for reading.