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Hermione at Buckingham Palace
After the attack on the Quidditch World Cup Final, British Minister for Magic Hermione Granger-Weasley attends a meeting with the Queen of England and the Muggle Prime Minister to discuss the end of the Statute of Secrecy. Little do they know that their discussion is monitored by the MI5.
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Rain fell on Buckingham Palace as an enchanted Ministry car rolled through the gates. Inside the car, Hermione sat perfectly still. The car stopped at the side entrance. A discreetly suited aide ushered her into a private wing. There were no journalists, no cameras, and no recorders, at least none visible to the eye.
Two women waited in the drawing room. Prime Minister Theresa May stood with a sheaf of papers clutched to her chest. The other sat calmly in an armchair, holding a polished cane: Her Majesty The Queen. Even in her nineties, she radiated composure and symbolic importance.
“Minister Granger,” the Queen said. “It’s been some time since I received a visitor from your world.”
Hermione bowed slightly. “Your Majesty. Prime Minister.”
May gave a thin smile. “Yes, well. Not a social call, I’m guessing.”
“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. I won’t waste your time, " Hermione said. " You’ve both seen the news. Our worlds are colliding. Muggles... ”
"Don't you dare use that term again! " May interrupted.
Hermione blinked. “Prime Minister, that’s simply the technical term for—”
“—for normal people, yes, I’ve heard,” May snapped.
Hermione looked offended, but she didn't say anything.
“Dragons. Lightning storms. That green… thing in the sky, " May exclaimed. "My Home Secretary is still trying to work out how to spin it. The Scottish First Minister wants to know why she wasn’t briefed.”
She tossed the papers onto the table.
"I’ve been aware of magic since Kingsley Shacklebolt served as my security liaison. I’ve kept my mouth shut for years. But this...this is a catastrophe.”
Hermione held her gaze. “It was an accident. A breakdown of containment charms. No one expected the mascots to break free.”
“Accident?” The Prime Minister demanded. “I had half of MI5 screaming at me because a dragon flew over the M74 motorway and your ‘containment charms’ apparently don’t work on Twitter!”
“Theresa, please. We mustn’t lose our tempers, ” the Queen tried to calm the Prime Minister down. “I have been aware of the magical community for many decades. Ministers for Magic have sat in this room many times. Even my father met one during the Blitz. But rarely have we stood on such a precipice.”
Hermione inclined her head. “Exactly, Your Majesty. The world is changing. The Statute of Secrecy was crafted in an age of superstition and fear. It has outlived its purpose. If we do not act now, on our own terms, it will crumble without us.”
May stared at her, appalled. “You’re actually proposing to reveal yourselves? To the public? To Parliament? To the world? Do you have any idea what that would do to my government? To any government?”
“Perhaps,” Hermione said softly, “we should stop thinking of it as ‘your’ government or ‘ours.’ Perhaps it’s time we think of it as everyone’s world again.”
The Queen regarded her thoughtfully. “You would reunite the two worlds,” she said, more statement than question.
Hermione nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
For a moment, the Queen was silent. “I have always believed,” she said at last, “that concealment, while prudent, has its costs. It leaves people ignorant. It leaves governments blind. And it breeds fear. Perhaps transparency would bring its own peace.”
May was flabbergasted. “With respect, Ma’am, you can’t possibly—”
The Queen raised one gloved hand, and May fell silent. “I said perhaps, Prime Minister. Perhaps.” Her gaze turned back to Hermione. “It would be a vast undertaking. One that could bring great change, and great danger.”
Hermione met her gaze. “I know. But hiding has already failed. The Muggle world is watching, Your Majesty. We can either lead them into the truth or be dragged into it.”
May’s voice trembled with anger. “And what happens when they don’t greet you with open arms? When they try to seize your wands? When there’s panic in the streets? My government will collapse. And you’ll be the one who lit the match.”
Hermione said nothing.
The Queen’s expression softened. “Let us at least discuss what a managed… introduction… might look like. But I must warn you, Minister: once done, it cannot be undone.”
Hermione inclined her head. “I understand.”
The conversation turned to practicalities: public messaging, international coordination, and the shadow of the ICW vote tomorrow. None of them noticed the faint glimmer above the chandelier, a pinprick of black metal, no bigger than a matchhead. It was an MI5 listening device.
Deep beneath Thames House, Millbank, Dominic Hayes, Director General of the Security Service, stared at the audio feed streaming across his desk. His hands were pale around his teacup.
“Magic,” he whispered. “Bloody witches and dragons, right under our noses.”
His deputy shifted uncomfortably. “Sir, the Queen knew. And the Prime Minister.”
Hayes had never felt so betrayed during his entire career working for the Security Service. “They’ve been lying to me for years. To the country. To the world. We’ve been fighting ghosts and terrorists and never knew about this.” He pushed back from the desk and stood. “Get me everything you can. Names. Places. This ‘Ministry of Magic.’ We’ve been infiltrated without even realizing it.”
Hayes boiled with fury and confusion. “No more secrets. We’re going to find out exactly how deep this goes.”
Back at the Palace, the Queen, Hermione, and the Prime Minister continued their tense discussion, unaware that the veil between their two worlds was already thinner than they imagined.
