ELECTION DAY, 23:55

"Good evening, Prime Minister," Charlotte stood with her hands behind her back, quickly falling into step with the newly elected leader, as he entered 10 Downing Street. "Welcome home."

"Ah, home," the dark haired man repeated, glancing at her up and down, as they entered an office, his assistants hurrying to keep up. "Except, it's not really, is it? It was home for that last Labour bastard, and the Liberal before him."

"And now it's home for a Tory one," Charlotte said, unflinchingly. She did not agree with the new Prime Minister's political party in the slightest, and she certainly wouldn't be pretending that she did for five whole years.

Immediately, the middle aged man came to a halt, turning on his heel, and gesturing for his assistants to leave. They did, leaving her alone in the room, with only expensive furniture and a Conservative politician for company.

"She's feisty," he said, looking her up and down, as he wet his lips. Then he began to circle her- a shark and his prey. "And young. And blonde. Is it natural?"

"It is," Charlotte said, firmly. "And I am a lot older than I look. Now, you may be the youngest PM in history, but must I remind you that you are still old enough to have a wife, and three kids, who I assume are arriving promptly?"

"Er, yes, they are," the Prime Minister answered, somewhat flustered as she pushed past him to the desk, where she opened several files. "In the morning, it's far too late."

"My name is Charlotte Cardleman-Potter, most people keep it at Charlie, you have not earned that privilege yet," she stated. "I'm here to assist you as best as possible, when it comes to... inter-societal relations, so to speak."

"As far as I am concerned, my job is to oversee British society's relations and frankly, I am not about to liaison with any foreign tribes or the like on my first night as PM!"

"Prime Minister, you need to understand your privilege here, the last few guys didn't get this opportunity to adjust- they were just thrown into it with no awareness of what the situation was, or anything else of the sort but-"

"Mrs Potter, just spit it out," he said, rubbing his temples.

"Cardleman-Potter," she corrected. "And if you must shorten it, make it Cardleman- my father didn't raise me for nothing."

"Mrs Cardleman, then!"

"Prime Minister, somebody is going to arrive through that fireplace," she began. "And when they do, it's essential that you keep, calm. No faints, or seizures or heart attacks would be great."

Before the Prime Minister had a chance to answer however, the "other Minister" arrived via Floo, stepped out of the fireplace and dusted the soot off his shoulders.

"Good evening, Prime Minister. Congratulations on your election," he said, offering his hand to shake. "Allow me to introduce myself- Theodore Nott, Minister for Magic in the United Kingdom."

The Prime Minister doubled over, and vomited still down the front of Charlotte's skirt.

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ELECTION DAY, 2018, 09:00

"Good morning Minister!" Harry laughed, playfully smacking Theodore over the head with the files he had in his hands, before dumping them on the desk. "Here's the first round of paperwork from my department. Just need you to sign off on a few missions."

"Please," Theodore sighed. "Let me borrow some of your energy."

"What can I say? My wife keeps me young."

"I thought the job would be more glamorous than this," Theodore groaned. His eyes looked tired as he ran a hand through his thinning hair. "I've done nothing but paperwork for three weeks."

"Well, if it makes you feel better," Harry started. "It's Muggle Election Day. You might make a new friend."

"Or meet a total prat," Theodore said. "Have you seen that Conservative one? Right cocky bastard."

"You have to admire him for one thing though," Harry shrugged. "To be where he is at thirty one, and he's self made-"

"You really believe what they put in his manifesto?" Theodore laughed. "His parents probably helped him out, with a 'small loan' of a million pounds. Anyway, get back to work."

~

ELECTION DAY, 02:35

"How was work?" Charlotte heard her husband call as she entered the house via Floo. Harry was in the kitchen, undoubtedly preparing a nightcap for Charlotte. As he did, every night, and she loved him for it. "I saw the Tory won. How is he?"

That was she entered the kitchen, and saw his expression change as he turned to see his wife covered in sick. She groaned as she kicked of her heels. "He's just delightful. Can you clean me up?"

"On it," Harry grinned, flicking his wand and the stench and the sick was gone. "Now I can kiss you and not have to worry about disease."

Charlotte laughed happily as she wrapped her arms around him, and he kissed her gently. "Are the kids in bed?"

"Honey, James and Richard are both seventeen now," Harry started, tentatively, and she knew automatically what he was going to tell her. "Responsible... young... adults."

"You let them go to that party, didn't you?" Charlotte rolled her eyes, not entirely surprised. "Whatever, you can deal with their illegal hangovers tomorrow. Anyway-"

"It's not illegal if they're drinking fire whiskey," he added.

"They're drinking WKD at a muggle bar with fake IDs they made using Teddy's old magic trick and you know it," Charlotte laughed, still slightly worried "As long as you gave them a safety lecture."

"Of course I gave them a safety lecture, what do you take me for?" Harry laughed, before lifting Charlotte off her feet. "C'mon, I can see you're about to drop."

"Look at us," Charlotte sighed. "Careers, grown kids, a few grey hairs-"

"Zara isn't grown up yet," Harry laughed that beautiful laugh she loved so very much. "And I do not have grey hairs!"

"Zara is in fifth year! That's a pretty big deal," Charlotte laughed. "But despite the kids, and the jobs, and the grey hairs- we're still in love."

"You're only this cute when you're drunk or delirious," her husband said as he lay her down on the bed. "So, get some sleep."

"I love you," she told him, sincerely, and he kissed her, and told her he loves her more.

And all was well with the world.

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Y'ALL WE'RE DONE

Thank you so much for reading! If you came to this book through Caecus then you know how much these stories mean to me so I'll keep this A/N fairly simple.

So, Charlotte finished her degree and got a job in civil service, and slowly worked her way up until she got a position at Downing Street, via the Ministry of Magic. Her job is basically to assist the Muggle and Magical ministers in decision making which will benefit both societies. She is also responsible for keeping Magic secret in the Muggle government.

Harry's career follows the same path as in canon- Theodore becomes an award winning healer and eventually moves into politics, first as Minister for Magical Health, then as Minister for Magic, after Hermione's term ends.

And before you all start- I know timelines are slightly askew with the real world- I know we don't have an election in 2018 but it's convenient.

Charlotte and Harry have 3 kids- 17 yo twins James and Richard, and 15 yo Zara (named after our iconic Karen Zara Afasy).

But ya! Anything else I've missed out, I'll leave in a comment here

Love you guys so much!

Peace and love.
-Amber E Sweetwine.