The green flame subsided and Tom stepped through into the Ministry of Magic. He had been here on several occasions with his dad so he was used to it’s splendor, but still it was breathtaking. The green flame flared up again and Professor McGonagall stepped through, “This way Michael,” she pointed in the direction of the large fountain that depicted the golden figures of a wizard, witch, centaur, goblin, and a house-elf.
Tom followed the transfiguration professor through the crowded main lobby toward a series of elevators, a very familiar voice boomed over the crowd. “There’s my boy,” Giles, the Llewelyn patriarch beamed as he opened his arms wide to his youngest son.
Tom threw his own arms around his father, as Professor McGonagall and Tom’s mother exchanged pleasantries. “Hi dad.”