CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: REMEMBERING
TUESDAY, JULY 23rd, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell.
Harry woke up at six. He had already worked this bit out. He felt a little guilty about having to get up so early while his newly bound witch slept. He didn't mind leaving notes, but they deserved a better and more intimate first morning, he thought. Now that he was turning time, he could give them that. In this case, Tuesday Version One would slip out of bed and join Luna and, as it turned out Dora for breakfast. Version One Harry would take Hermione and Stacey out to dinner and sleep with them later on. First Tuesday was spent on Duke business.
He met with his construction supervisor in the morning to begin plans for the new town. Mr. Archer arrived with all kinds of plans for houses and other buildings. They were "stock" plans as he called them and buildings like the ones he proposed had been built all over the country in the last few decades. The houses all had four to five bedrooms, depending upon how the family that lived there used them. They were larger, it seemed, than the houses Harry remembered from Britain and each had an attached garage. There were forty different designs, yet all were designed to look "older" such that they would not seem out of place in any of the existing towns. As each design could be reversed, it meant there were eighty different models of houses ready to build.
Mr. Archer recommended that the loop around the lake be changed. Where the road intersected with itself southeast of the lake, that road should then extend east to the main highway giving the town at least two roads into it. That intersection would become the town center and the shops and offices would be clustered in the vicinity. In addition to shops for groceries and other daily items, there would be other stores as well. There would probably be a barber and hair salon, a health clinic staffed out of the nearby hospital, probably a nice restaurant and at least one pub, not to mention space for other businesses as well. He would also include the primary school and a Town Hall.
The Hotel and five Manors would be between the lake and the road around it. On the other side of that looping road would be between sixty and seventy of these new houses. Another sixty would be on the north-south road that connected the lake to the entry drive for Potter Manor. The remainder of the homes would be built on blocks of streets extending to the east and the main highway. Harry was told if he gave the word now, people could begin moving in as early as late August. Harry did not hesitate to give the work.
Mr. Archer then made a recommendation that Harry had not even considered. In all probability, most of the residents of this new town would work elsewhere, most likely Pottersport or Jamestown. They were a good twenty miles or more from their jobs and Mr. Archer expressed concern about traffic on the country roads. He suggested a commuter rail be built from Jamestown, passing by the new town and connecting with the main rail line near the air base. With that, trains would connect all the major communities in the west of Charenwell (except Potter's Vineyard) and people could take the train to their jobs. It would take three months to build the line, but it would actually enhance the current transportation plan which envisioned a line from Jamestown to Pottersport. Harry approved that as well.
He spent that morning with Fiona and Rhonda acting as assistants, which meant he had some alone time with them. He had lunch with them and Cissy and then spent a couple of hours with Cissy going over the plans for the meeting with the Prime Minister before having time to play with Daphne and Ginny before dinner with Hermione and Stacey.
Tuesday Version Two was spent at the Airfield flying and in Ground School. Harry had Dora and Astoria for a pre-dinner fun time before going out with Luna and Mallory. He ended the day with those two in the Mistress's Bedchamber and having to suffer through Mallory complaining about "morning sickness." Fortunately, she was not feeling too under the weather.
So it was that when he awoke this morning and after an altogether too quick wake up with Luna and Mallory as they were heading off for their morning as well, Harry turned time and was now climbing back into bed with Katie maybe ten minutes after the earlier version of himself had crept out to begin his day. He hoped he had not awakened her when he did, but if he had she would now assume he had gotten up to use the loo. Time turning could be confusing, he thought as he pulled the still sleeping Katie close, earning a sigh of content from her for his actions.
Harry soon heard his newest partner giggling softly. He looked at her and saw her blue eyes were open and she had a slight smile on her face. "Good Morning, Katie," he said softly before kissing her on the lips earning a soft moan of pleasure from her.
"Good morning, Harry," Katie said.
"Sleep well?"
"Until you got up," she said. "I missed you."
"I wasn't gone that long," Harry replied.
"I still missed you," Katie replied. "Funny."
"What is?"
"I should really be embarrassed or something," Katie said staring into Harry's eyes. "I wake up and find myself naked and in bed with you. I should be mortified. But I'm not."
"You're not?" Harry asked.
"Nope," she giggled. "What I am is randy! Now, are you lust going to sit there or are you going to make love to me hard and fast like a good husband?"
"How can I possibly say no to that?" Harry said as he slid on top of her and entered her earning a long moan of pleasure from her.
Katie had surprised Harry somewhat the night before, or rather three nights before or whenever his First Tuesday night had happened. She had love bonded with him during the sex that followed her initial bonding and asked for permission to have his children. For some reason, Harry thought she might be a little more reluctant to "go all the way." But apparently she was not, going so far as to have girl sex with a few of his ladies that evening as well. He was surprised she was ready for more this morning given she had sex with him at least four more times after their initial bonding. It might have been more, but Harry usually stopped counting at some point.
Hermione had apparently cut Harry some slack on his schedule for today. His morning was wide open. So after satisfying Katie's initial needs, he and she took a long bath together that was far from innocent before sitting down to breakfast in the Second Floor Dining Room. They were joined by Tabatha and Harry and Tabatha introduced Katie, who had yet to say no to anything, to the reasons why the Potter Girls only wore robes and to her first three ways, which she said she really enjoyed. She had seen a couple of them the day before, but had not joined in one before.
With the three of them thoroughly shagged out for now (although Harry was sure he could go a few more laps with these two) they spent the rest of the morning on the Second Floor. Harry admitted he had not been up here in weeks and certainly not after the girls began moving in which was around the time Luna became his Consort.
"Why not?" Katie asked.
Harry shrugged. "I have been busy, but that's not an excuse. I really don't know why not. I guess these rooms seem personal for some reason although I can't really see why. Hermione's room is my Master Suite where I usually sleep. Luna's is the Mistress's Suite and I've been there a fair bit as well."
"Well," Tabatha said, "you have permission from all of us to look around although most would appreciate it if you stayed out of their dressers and such."
So Harry began his tour. At the southeast corner were Minerva's apartments. The corner bedroom was hers. The other bedroom had been turned into an office of sorts. There were pictures in frames in all three of her rooms. Her bedroom contained the more intimate pictures of her with Harry's Great-Granddad and one of her with his grandparents. There were also some new ones of her with Harry and the others both at Harry's Investiture and at the Queen's State Visit.
The office had pictures of her with every year of students from Gryffindor House. They were dated and Harry could see that she became Head of Gryffindor in 1967. He noted that each picture was of the First Years that year. He paused at the photo from 1971. He could barely recognize some of the students, but eventually he saw his parents, Sirius and Remus. The photo from 1991 showed him and the others in their first year. He was surprised at how young and goofy they all looked.
On the desk was a large book that had more class pictures. These were different as names were written for each person and in some cases dates or other annotations. It did not take Harry long to figure out what she was doing. Again looking at the picture from 1971, he noted that his mother's name noted she was a Consort and a date: 31 Oct 1981. The dates were the day they died. There had been fifteen students who started in Gryffindor that year, eight of whom were witches. Four had annotations that they were probably concubines. Each had left school after Fifth Year, apparently. Aside from those four, Remus and the Death Eater Peter Pettigrew, all the others had dates by their names. Only Sirius had lived passed 1982. The rest of the eight had died before they were twenty-two. It didn't say how they died, but the dates told the story. It was the war.
Every one of Minerva's First Year Lion classes from 1967 to 1980 had at least one student who died in the war. By the looks of things, there were some classes where if there were any survivors at all they were the girls Minerva believed became Concubines. That was no comfort at all.
"Harry?" Katie asked after a time.
Harry sighed. "I just hope and pray there isn't a book like this in our future."
Katie nodded. Both she and Tabatha had figured the book out as well.
Cissy's suite of rooms was on the Southwest corner and Harry decided not to go in. She used it as her office when she wasn't working with Harry. Besides, she was not bound to Harry and Harry felt it would be improper to look in without a specific invitation.
The Suite next to Cissy's belonged to the Greengrass Sisters. They each had their own bedroom and there were pictures everywhere. They had a lot of pictures of them and their family. Harry had not met the three younger sisters, but he could easily see the resemblance. They looked like a happy family. But the girls also had a lot of newer pictures of them with Harry at the various functions to date and several of them with the other girls when they were obviously out in Pottersport for a day of shopping. It struck Harry by their expressions that they seemed just as happy in those new pictures as they were in the old ones.
Across from the "Shopping Twins" now lived Karen and Laura. They too had pictures all over the place. It seems they received scores from their families, including old pictures from when they were younger, before they were stolen away. Each had a picture taken just the other day with Harry and their reunited families. Harry smiled. He told Katie about that day and about how nervous he was to meet the families, not just of his four girls but of all the ones recently returned from Britain. It turned out to be a good day after all.
The suite of rooms next to the Greengrass sisters was that of Fiona and Rhonda and they had similar pictures all over the place. Harry realized that they all were displaying their "family" to whomever entered and he was touched that they all considered this new life worthy of such an honor.
The suites all had a number on the door and the names of the occupants and some other information. If the girls had not finished their schooling, their current year was noted as was their birthdays. Suite 1 had been Minerva's. Suite 2 was Cissy's. Suite 3 was that of Karen and Laura. Suite 4 belonged to Astoria and Daphne. Suite 6 was that of Fiona and Rhonda. The remaining suites south of the Common Room and Dining Room were 5, 7 and 8 and were currently unoccupied. Harry and Katie had taken advantage of Suite 7 the previous night.
On the north side of the floor, Mallory had Suite 16 to herself. She too had pictures. There were several of her and Sirius and one very old picture of her with Sirius, Remus and Harry's Dad. None of the pictures he had seen were too private to display publicly. There were also several newer ones of her, Harry and most all the other girls who now lived here. Harry was at first surprised that there were no early pictures, but then remembered that she had yet to reunite with her family. Maybe one day he could see pictures of little Mallory.
Suite 15 was Dora's. She had several pictures from the last few weeks including (as had Astoria and Daphne) the picture from when she soloed last week. Her older pictures were all of her and her parents from various times in her life going back to when she was a little girl. Damn if she wasn't cute! What surprised Harry a little was the absence of any pictures of her with Sirius or Remus. Maybe there weren't any.
Suite 14 belonged to Tabatha and Stacey. Stacey had several pictures up in her room, all taken since she arrived. There was a large one taken at the Ball of her dancing with Harry. She looked genuinely happy in it. Katie got Harry to blush by suggesting it looked kind of like a wedding photo. Perhaps, Harry thought, in a way it really was.
Tabatha's room had all her stuff from her home. She explained to Katie that they had managed to get all her things and let her parents know she was okay. She got a nice letter from them just yesterday. They didn't know she was a concubine yet and Tabatha was still uncertain how to explain that, but was sure she would be able to.
"After all," she said, "it's not like I'm ashamed of it. I actually think this new life can and will be wonderful!"
She had pictures of her family in her room, but only a couple taken since she arrived here. It was something she said she would work on because if she couldn't wake up with Harry in her bed every morning, then at least she could wake up to his picture, with her of course. She then took off her robe and suggested they give her bed a proper christening. Harry was not about to say no to her idea. To Harry's surprise, neither it seemed was Katie.
Suite 12 was the one Katie would share with Ginny. Harry saw that Ginny had pictures up. She had a few he had never seen of him with her and another with him, Hermione and Ginny taken at least a year or more ago. She had an old picture of her and Luna taken when they were both probably nine or ten years younger. She had a few recent ones including her with Harry at the ball and group photos of her with House Potter, another like the one Katie saw in the Library (and in each of those girl's rooms) and one of her with Daphne and Astoria. There were also photos of her with her brothers and their families.
"Fred and George are here?" Katie asked.
Harry nodded. "They are. Angelina's George's Consort now and Alicia's Fred's. Oddly with those two ladies one can now tell the two apart."
There was a picture of that year's Quidditch Team, or at least the one that finished the season and won the Cup as Harry, Fred and George had been kicked off the team after the first game. It was one of only two pictures that had Ron in it as he had been Keeper, but Ginny had apparently strategically places a ribbon over the picture that obscured the former brother and friend. There was only one picture of Ginny's whole family. It was an old one and by the looks of it was taken when Bill finished Hogwarts. Bill was in his school robes and was wearing his Head Boy pin. If Harry had to guess, Bill was then eighteen so this was 1989. Charlie had to be the one Harry didn't recognize. He wore the pin of Quidditch Captain and he would have been sixteen in this picture. Percy was a snotty looking thirteen year old. Fred and George were fighting each other to put rabbit ears behind the pompous git's head. They would have been eleven in this picture and it was their last year before starting Hogwarts. Ron looked angry about something. He would have been nine. Then there was Ginny. She would have been seven in this picture. She looked the happiest of the entire family and was smiling brightly. Arthur and Molly were there as well. Harry guessed this picture was there from a time before Ginny supposed her life and family fell apart.
The last bedroom they visited was to be Katie's. She was surprised at how nice it was, but even more surprised at the boxes in the room.
"What's this?" she asked.
"The Elves," Tabatha said. "They went 'round to my old place as well and brought all my things. Mind you, you'll still get the Greengrass treatment and a whole new wardrobe this weekend. But it's nice to have familiar things. Would you like us to help you unpack?"
"After we break in the bed," Katie said. "Can't let you have all the fun, Tabatha!"
Laura and Karen joined them for lunch in the Second Floor Dining Room. They had a nice, lazy morning sunning themselves in the gardens and were here to join Harry for his afternoon training sessions with the elder Longbottoms and, of course, for their Harry Time. Katie remembered them from the night before and learned that they were both from Charenwell originally and had been illegally sold as Concubines. Harry had acquired them when he confiscated their former owners' estates for failing to pay rent and had brought them home. True, they were still technically concubines, but they had Love Bonded with Harry since returning and Karen already had permissions for a child. Laura would ask, but had decided to wait a few months.
"After all," she said, "with all those who are either pregnant or will be soon, I figured Harry could use a bit of a break."
"How many?" Katie asked.
"Let's see," Harry replied. "Mallory is expecting a boy and Minerva a girl. Hermione and Dora are pregnant, although it's too soon to say with what, aside from the fact that it's mine. Luna, Daphne, Ginny, Stacey, Karen and Rhonda - and you of course - have permission as well. Only Laura, Fiona, Tabatha and Astoria do not have permission. We think Astoria should wait a bit. The others chose to wait a bit."
Katie nodded. "How bad is it?"
"Right now?" Harry replied, "not so bad. Mallory was complaining last night - well my last night. I'm sure the spring is going to be and adventure. But so far not so bad."
"Sorry," Katie said. "That's not what I meant. How many of us are there?"
"You mean all told here in Charenwell or in Britain?"
"Your new family," Katie said, "and the others. I mean I know Fred, George, Angelina and Alicia are here. But are there others? Who else will I know?"
"Neville Longbottom," Harry said. "Susan Bones became his Consort and they came here after the Death Eaters failed to kill them."
"Oh my!"
"He and Susan killed two of the nastiest," Harry said. "He inherited a Concubine and now has a few more. Fred and George bought a store in Diagon Alley…"
"I know," Katie said. "That's where I was when I got called here. It was empty."
"From what they said, Diagon Alley is empty."
Katie nodded. "It's horrible, Harry. It's like the whole world stopped living. Ollivander's is an empty shambles. The stores that cater to students are still open, but many of the others are all shuttered up. It's like a ghost town."
"The bottom line is," Harry said, "there will be a lot of girls here by the end of the summer from Hogwarts. Dumbledore seems to have sold off every eligible Muggle Born he had who was still in school. Your friend Leanne will be joining Neville's House as will Cho Chang. Three others from your year are here. I suspect the other Muggle Borns are already bound.
"My year is gutted. Only six girls out of eighteen will be returning to Hogwarts. All the others are or soon will be here. Mandy is with Bill Weasley's family now. The rest are either going to be with me or Neville. Basically, fourteen Gryffindors, seventeen Hufflepuffs, fifteen Ravenclaws and five Slytherins are either here or will be."
"Sixty-one?" Katie asked.
Harry nodded. "Most were sold at Auction by our Headmaster. I bought them all, well aside from Susan, Ginny, Luna and Hermione. They are distributed among the other Houses here. I'm to have twenty-four of you ladies. I'd prefer fewer, but I can't just let you suffer like others did and are."
"How … how much?"
"What?"
"How much did we cost?"
"You're average asking price was about two hundred Galleons."
"Okay, so we're worth more than most dogs. Still. Your Firebolt cost a lot more than that," Katie said with disgust.
Harry nodded. "It's a sick world. I bid two thousand a head for the lot of you. I didn't want anyone to buy you. I got most of you for my opening bid. Some bastard did decide to run it up on a few. Sorry son of a bitch didn't know that two thousand was just an opening bid. I'd have paid a hundred times that for you. You can't put a price on a human life, but the Auction did. I would have paid far more than I did to save you, Katie. Far more to save you and the others as well. Still, I'm not happy that I had to do this."
"We're glad you did, Harry," Laura said. "He saved your life, Katie. He saved us all really."
Katie nodded. It was still a lot to take in. She then remembered what was in her purse. "Harry," she said, "I found something when I was in Diagon Alley that I think you should see. It's in my purse."
Katie got up and left for a few minutes. When she returned, she handed Harry a copy of the Daily Prophet which proclaimed the Ministry had ordered mandatory registration for all Concubines and their owners. Harry took the paper and read it.
"Dobby?" Harry called.
An Elf arrived moments later. "Yes Harry?"
"Could you see to it that copies of this article about concubines are made and distributed to Lord Mayor Lupin, Lord Long Bottom, Frank Longbottom, and the Weasleys and to Cissy, Minerva, Mallory, my Consorts, the Sisters and Dora? If you can get copies to everyone, I'd appreciate it."
"Right away, Harry Potter, Sir!" the Elf said before taking the paper and disappearing.
"So," Harry said, "what do you think of that article?" It was after dinner and he had asked for a meeting with those who had been given the article and his entire family of course.
"It really doesn't say anything, does it?" Hermione replied.
"Just repeats the headline with some minor details about who to contact to register," Luna added.
"Well, they obviously did this for some reason," Harry said. "I have a few ideas, but I'd like to hear yours."
"Taxes," Remus said. "The girls arguably represent an unreported source of income or its equivalent."
"Equivalent?" Harry asked.
"The girls perform services that arguably may benefit their Masters in some way. Fred and George's shop girls were not paid. As their employer was not paying for their services, he arguably increased his profits."
"He still had to feed them," Harry said.
"We're not that expensive, Harry?" Verity said. "We had small rooms above the shop and a few changes of clothes for work. We would probably have cost him more if he paid us competitive wages. That and whatever we were costing him we probably more than made back on our backs."
"So, they increased the profitability of his business," Remus said. "Add to it that I doubt any of them reported income from their girls - er - entertainment services. It's possible the Ministry is going to tax them. After all, who should pay your reparations? The Ministry may feel that the people who buy the girls should be the ones paying the penalty."
"That's a possibility," Harry nodded. "If there is a problem with it, it's that one assumes the Ministry is acting rationally. That would be a first as far as I know."
"It could be they're trying to find the twenty-six others," Dora said. "Or forty-two others, anyway. They might think they'd be in a better position to worm their way out of the fine if they could turn over the women."
"That thought had crossed my mind," Harry admitted. "However, the owners would want to be paid. I doubt they'd turn the girls over in a spirit of generosity and compassion. Somehow, I don't see the Ministry as being willing to pay one Knut more than they absolutely have to and even then they're going to try and get out of it."
"So what do you make of it Harry?"
"Two possibilities. One, the Ministry is dumb enough to think I'll be a good boy and register as the law requires. It might be a ploy to lure me back to Britain. Then again, they might think I'm still there. The other possibility is the fines. They know I won't register and will use that as a means to cancel out my demand. They'll say I owe them four point two million for having unregistered concubines."
"But you don't live there anymore!" Hermione said.
"I still have a seat on the Wizengamot," Harry said. "They could use that as justification. Still, the law that's quoted in the paper arguably does not apply unless I maintain my concubines in Britain, which I do not."
"We did come from there," Katie pointed out.
Harry nodded. "But you were not bound to me there. Only Minerva, Mallory and Dora have even been back since they were bound to me and that was on business. They live here."
"I was bound to you there," Ginny said. "That might be what they're thinking. I mean what happened that day was in the papers and everyone knows you took me…"
"You were bound in Gringotts," Harry said. "Technically, that's not Britain."
"As if the Ministry would see a distinction," Dora said.
"Hence my thinking," Harry nodded. "I doubt the Ministry is doing this as a sign of good faith. I mean they want the girls registered with the Animal Control people!"
"What is more interesting is the fact they made this public," Minerva said. "They have never publically acknowledged there are more than a handful of Concubines in Britain. Ginny is the first publicly acknowledge concubine in years. The vast majority of us are unknown to the public at large or if known, invisible. Whatever their reasons, this is a major departure from custom."
"And the Ministry is not an organization known for doing anything new, novel or against custom," Dora added. "They must realize they are totally screwed."
"Meaning the least annoying possibility is they're trying to find a way to negotiate," Harry said. "The problem is I'm not really in the mood. If they come up with the twenty-six who are still missing, I might cut them some slack as to those women, provided they are sold to us and repatriated. But, it's still a hundred thousand a head for any who they did not return to us."
"What are your plans?" Remus asked.
"If it's some kind of plan to get to me, then the smart thing to do is nothing," Harry said. "If they are acting in what they thing is good faith, we'll know soon enough. Still, regardless of what this means it is an interesting development. How's the article coming Luna?"
"It should be ready by Monday," Luna replied.
"Good. The idiots just made that article very relevant."
"How?"
"They've admitted that there are concubines and probably more than they know about. Why else would you ask people to register? If they knew of all concubines, registration would be pretty silly. So now even the Muggle Borns are aware of something amiss…"
"Assuming they're taking the Daily Prophet," Hermione said.
"True. But even if they weren't, this notice can be included in our edition of the Quibbler and they can soon learn that it's real."
"And now the story has the added credibility," Luna said. "It'll be harder for the Ministry or anyone else to say this is another one of Daddy's conspiracy theories."
"My thoughts exactly," Harry said. "With this registration and your article, it might be a lot easier to convince the Muggle Borns to move here. We might even want to expand our nets, as it were, and make similar offers to the Half Blood families with Muggle or Muggle Born parents."
"You might very well depopulate the place," Hermione noted.
"Only if everyone agreed and none are threats," Harry said. "As bad as things are, I don't think everyone will agree to the move and I won't force them to."
"Jamestown might not be big enough," Remus said.
Harry shrugged. "Land is not a major factor. We can always build another town if need be. The undeveloped lands we can open would more than double the size of this country in terms of settled lands. Denying the enemy their targets and slave class is more important than any other consideration."
"That and it would give you a large recruiting base for your military," Dora said.
"I know," Harry replied. "And that recruiting base won't have the same problems that I suspect my people here have. To most, Britain is Outside and of little note or concern. I hope a fair few of our current citizens volunteer, but I can't count on that and I am reluctant to make service mandatory."
WEDNESDAY, JULY 24th, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell.
Connie Plumber was a sixteen year old, Muggle Born witch who lived with her family in a suburb of London. She was the youngest of four children and the only daughter. Unlike many Muggle Borns, she had known about magic most of her life and certainly as far back as she could remember. Her older brothers were all Muggle Born wizards and the oldest, Peter, had received his letter inviting him to attend St. George's when Connie was only three. While she did not remember the day her family learned about magic, she had never not known about it and had known since she was five that she was magical just like her older brothers.
She had also been told from a very early age that magic was a secret and that she could only talk about it or hear of it at home with her immediate family. As a young girl, she had kept the secret because it was important to her parents and they had told her bad things would happen if she told anyone. She never did, at least she never told anyone who was not magical themselves which meant she had kept silent until she too was to head off to St. George's.
Like any young person, when Connie first went off to Primary School, she wanted to make friends. But this big secret was a problem. If she had a friend, she might tell and they wouldn't be her friend anymore. Not that it mattered. She was an outcast anyway. Then again, her brothers had been outcasts as well for the most part. When she finally went to magical school, she was able to meet many Muggle Borns like herself and found that most of them had been misfits and outcasts in their Muggle Schools. She thought about that. Perhaps, she thought, young children could sense magic in another young child. She learned that young magical children were magically "unstable" meaning they could neither control their magic nor would it keep from "leaking." As they got older, the magic stabilized and could be controlled and would not manifest itself as readily which was why, she was told, magical training began at age eleven.
If young Muggle children could sense something from magical children, this might explain why the Muggle Borns were generally outcasts in Muggle school. The other children would sense something was different about them, and children tended to not like "different." Connie had reached this conclusion before she was officially told she was a witch and invited to magical school. Being mostly alone in class and on the playground made her a keen observer of others and she could see how being different led to being separated. If a child was big or small for their age, they were different. If they didn't dress well, they were different. If they had glasses, they could be different (it certainly did not help). If they talked funny, they were different. So, if a non-magical child could sense magic, even if they had no idea what it was, and connected that sensation with the magical child, that child was different and would find it difficult to have any real friends.
Connie had attended two primary schools by the time she finally joined the magical world. Her first was in Surry and she was "one of those Plumbers." Her brothers had long been "different" and treated as such by most of their classmates and she was treated as such by default. Although she now thought that had she been the oldest, it might well have been the same for her. At her first school, she did have a friend of sorts. She only saw her friend at school for some reason. He never spoke about his family or home, never invited her over and was never able to accept an invitation. But he sat with her in class, at lunch and on the playground, at least when they were not being tormented by bullies. He was small for his age, wore glasses and bad clothes. He was even the best in their year for a short time. All of these screamed "different," although part of her thought there might be more. But of course, she couldn't talk to him about that!
When she was eight, her family moved to a new town and she started a new school. By then, her two older brothers were off at St. George's. For the first time, she and her brother Edgar were able to make some friends. Whatever had been different about them before was gone and now their only claim to being different was being new. Connie now thought that their magic was more mature by then and could not be "sensed." Either that, or non-magical children lose their sense for magic as they get older.
Even though he had promised, her old friend never wrote to her. She had forgotten his name in time, although she always remembered him. A part of her hoped her suspicions about him were true and he was magical as well. But he was not part of her class at St. George's, so she figured maybe it had just been hope.
Magic had made her an outcast in the non-magical world, she now believed. To her dismay, it had made her one in the magical world as well. It was not as bad, as there were a lot of Muggle Borns in her class. But it was clear that Muggle Borns were looked down upon by at least some of the other students, particularly those who came from a long, magical line. There were aspects of both magic and the magical world she really liked and she studied hard to master her gift. But the longer she was a witch in the magical world, the more she suspected it was not the paradise she had thought it might be when she was younger. She remembered her first trip to Diagon Alley when she was four and to her the world was right out of a fairy tale. Now, at sixteen, she was more cynical. There were nice people in this world, but she felt it was stuck in another time and in that way it could be primitive and even barbaric.
While her increasingly cynical view of the magical world was due in part to her observations, she would admit her History of Magic teacher was another major influence. She was a Muggle Born witch who, after finishing St. George's, had worked on her Muggle education and eventually attended university where she studied Muggle history. It was clear practically from day one First Year what she thought of the approved course and exams in the Magical World.
"You can call it History," Connie remembered Professor Jackson saying, "and you're right to a point. It does contain a list of names and dates and events. But as a study of those events, as an analysis of how what we were, where we've been as a people and society and where we are, it's rubbish. It's not even in chronological order and what is in this book make little sense for none of it's placed in any context even within our own world, much less the world at large."
And Professor Jackson was right. Their text was little more than a list of things someone considered important and it probably was in the order of when someone thought it important enough to put in the book. It was a haphazard list of when spells or potions were invented and by whom juxtaposed among some wars with Goblins and treaties and things that made little sense at all.
Professor Jackson said that all histories must be read critically. At all times, one must consider who the historian is writing about, what they base their writing upon, what point the writer is trying to make and who the work is written for. While the people, events and dates might be the same for two different writers, the context and analysis might lead one to believe the two books are talking about two completely different things. History can be apologetic, rationalizing policies that may not be rational. It can also be used to justify the present. It is inherently biased based upon when it is written even by historians who come close to being objective. A history of a recent event might be very different than a history of the same event written centuries later.
For example, King Richard III was vilified in commentaries and histories for a few centuries after this death. He was a usurper and a vile, petty, evil, violent man. But those commentaries and histories were written during the time of the Tudors and Stuarts and remained accepted for some time. It was, of course, important for the Tutors to vilify and marginalize Richard, who was in fact the brother of the King before him and next in line for the throne should the King's sons not reach their majority and by custom would serve as King in all but name during the infancy of the heir. It was possible King Richard III saw the boys die, but that was after he had been crowned and his right to rule recognized as valid, not before. One must remember he was deposed in a Civil War, (one which had been raging for decades), as two factions fought for the disputed crown and ultimately lost to a very distant claimant line, the Tudors and Henry VII who were hardly magnanimous in victory. Henry VII was as brutal in ending claims against the throne as Richard was alleged to have been. That was but one example, and there were many of similar ones about. And one had to remember; the Muggles take history as a far more serious pursuit than do the Magicals.
Professor Jackson made it a point to have her students read two of the magical newspapers, as newspapers were considered a source of current thought by later historians. One paper was the Daily Prophet and the other was the Wizarding Chronicle. The former was considered the national paper, but a more apt description would be the paper for Hogwarts and the ancient lines of families (mostly Hogwarts alumni) who controlled their government and by extension their world. The other paper was founded by a St. George's student and staffed by later students and was arguably more about St. George's than anything else. It was clear to Connie that if one took each paper as true, then there were two completely different worlds.
The Daily Prophet was clearly biased towards the Ministry and where it was critical; it usually blamed one part of the Ministry by highlighting the enlightened thought or practices of another. The Chronicle ignored the Ministry for the most part, unless it did something that affected St. George's and its community. If the actions were deemed by the editors as adverse, it was highly critical. A recent example was the Ministry actions towards education which, oddly, only seemed to affect Hogwarts. The Prophet reported ever action and Educational Decree in detail. As none of these decrees affected St. George's, the Chronicle never even mentioned them. There had been an event at Hogwarts called the Tri-Wizard Tournament, which was front page news in the Prophet for almost a year. It was mentioned, briefly, in the Chronicle, but you had to look for it. About the only things the papers agreed on in terms of important were professional Quidditch and Death Eaters, although once again the coverage had been different. The Prophet reported Death Eaters as a threat led by a mass murderer named Sirius Black. The Chronicle dismissed this Black fellow as a leader and blamed the resurgence on the Ministry and its hands off policy regarding the terrorists. According to the Chronicle, Death Eaters were vile, murdering bastards protected by the Ministry because their relatives controlled the major departments and the Wizengamot going so far as to suggest the Death Eaters were unofficial government shock troops. The truth, Professor Jackson suggested, was probably somewhere in between and in any event not pleasant.
Professor Jackson made it a point to discuss two major areas where she felt "magical history" was little more than "Pureblood Propaganda." The first were the various Goblin Wars. If one believed the "history," the wars were always started by the Goblins and always without provocation. This was not the reality of things. One time? Maybe. But four? Naturally, the wizards always won decisively. But if that was true, how did one explain the last Peace Treaty which gave the Goblin nations an exclusive monopoly in banking and finance? That hardly sounds like a treaty arising from a decisive victory. Indirectly, it gave the Goblins significant control in magical affairs, which was precisely what the wizards had been fighting against!
The other was the Statute of Secrecy. According to the approved history, it was the result of two concerns regarding the Muggle world. The first was the belief that Muggles would "use" magical to solve their problems given a chance and the second was the historic persecution of "magic." Yet the two reasons were contradictions. If the Muggles really wanted to control magic for their benefit why were there persecutions? And if they really were trying to persecute magicals, why was it that most all of their victims were Muggles? The various "witch hunts" were just that. Even in the worst of times, few if any were burned for being wizards (men were burned for heresy). The truth was many of the witch hunts were power grabs by Muggle rulers, part of a greater war, or simply persecution of women and free thinkers.
The first major pogrom in the last thousand years was against a people called the Cathars in the Twelfth Century. They were deemed heretics primarily and their women witches. It was actually a land grab by the French King, as was the eradication of the Knights Templar in the early Fourteenth Century, although the fact that the Templars were the wealthiest financial institution in Europe at the time and the King who purged them was in debt to them up to his eyeballs probably did not help. Neither of those two pogroms were specifically cited in the magical history as significant (aside from further evidence of animus). The reason was like most of the "Burning Times" culminating in the late Sixteenth Century, few if any magicals were ever caught. Then again, if you burn two thousand women at random, sooner or later you might get lucky and catch a real witch. The last major pogrom was during the Wars of the Reformation which raged across Europe between the Catholic Church and the Protestants where each side accused the other of heresy and killed the other's supporters with abandon. Magic was a buzz word for heresy, not magic!
A prime example was the book called the Maleus Malefecarum (?) or "Witches Hammer." It was written by two German priests who were members of the Catholic Inquisition and were tasked to provide a handbook for stamping out the Protestant Hersey. They used their commission to write a laughable treatise on witchcraft. Although it was used, the Church which commissioned it banned the book and excommunicated the authors for heresy! And again, if an inquisitor caught a real witch using that book, they were lucky.
These were the justifications for the Statute of Secrecy. And yet that Statute was signed when "witch hunts" were all but a thing of the past. The "Burning Times" ended a few generations earlier! If the Muggles were no longer all that interested in burning witches, why did the magicals then deem it necessary to hide their world? What was even more perplexing was that according to the official history, Muggles were weaker than magicals to begin with. If you are stronger than another, why hide? The truth was that while there may have been a time when wizards were "stronger" than Muggles, by the late Seventeenth Century that time was long past. The Muggles were both far too numerous and growing more so every generation and their technology was becoming a problem that could not be countered easily. Basically, the Statute came in at a time when the magical world realized that should the Muggles ever make a serious effort to persecute magic, they were now more than capable of being successful! The strong adapt when faced with adversity; the weak hide! Why else would there be a societal aversion to technology in the magical world? Why also was there such a thing as wizarding wireless? Why was the magical world an artistic wasteland without notable artists, musicians or writers? Why in many ways was the magical world a pale imitation of the non-magical? Why were there no great universities in the magical world? Innovation in all things drove the modern Muggle world. In the magical world, one need not be able to define the word innovation for the concept was foreign!
This discussion led to another of Professor Jackson's criticisms: the societal disparities in Magical Britain. She stated that many magicals, and particularly those in positions of power in their world, came from old families who had been a part of this world for generations and in some case for well over a thousand years. They had, through much of that time even before the Statute of Secrecy lived apart from the non-magical world and looked upon it with at best suspicion. She would argue that the Statute served another purpose which was to control the new lines of magic. Discourse between magic and non-magic had occurred in the past and almost always it was driven by magicals with recent familial ties to the non-magical world. Then again those magical, be they Muggle Borns or Half-bloods, understood their non-magical kin or at least made an effort to do so. The old society, steeped in tradition, did not. Some of those in power saw the new blood as threats to their order and arguably their control. The new blood brought with it new and what the old blood considered potentially subversive ideas that threatened the established order. In the Muggle world, these people were called at various times revolutionaries and heretics. In the magical world they had no such name, but were viewed with similar suspicion.
The last magical War was more of a counter-revolutionary pogrom against perceived heresy than a true war. The aim was to control and subjugate all with non-magical roots or sympathies. While that war had ended abruptly, the attitudes that gave rise to it remained. What was truly unfortunate is that the would be suppressors would condemn the magical world to suicide. Magic is strengthened by new blood, not as the powers that be believed weakened. Healers knew that Muggle Borns were on average more magically talented than Purebloods and Squibs were a phenomenon peculiar to Pureblood families. And yet the Muggle Borns were still perceived as second class at least within the oligarchy of old families that held all the seats in the Wizengamot and all significant posts within the Ministry itself. Until that changed, the magical world was in danger from within. But this was not what one would be led to believe reading the approved history which trumpeted the glories of tradition and the old families.
It was no wonder Connie had become cynical. The truth was that inequities in her new world disappointed her but no longer surprised her at all. Maybe one day momentum would drive a change for the better for all magical kind, but she was yet to be living in those times. A part of her hoped for those times and longed to be a part of them, but she knew she alone could not bring that about. While there had been new laws supposedly increasing Muggle Born rights, she knew they were not worth the parchment unless those laws were enforced and from what she had seen, they received lip service at best.
She was reading a book on the Middle Ages her professor had recommended for the summer when it happened. Suddenly, she found herself in another place, obviously by some kind of magic. She was not alone. Five other young women were there as well, all of whom were confused at what had just happened. All of them, it turned out were Muggle Born witches and aside from her all had been attending Hogwarts, which Professor Jackson ridiculed as the intellectual center of the old family philosophy. Megan Jones introduced herself first. She said she was sixteen and had finished her Fifth Year in something called Hufflepuff House. Connie knew the name was for one of the Founders of Hogwarts, as that was part of the official history (which conveniently ignored the existence of St. George's.) Wendy Hendricks, Simone Fanning and Pamela Adams were all a year behind her and had been in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw respectively. Selene Adams was Pamela's younger sister and a Ravenclaw as well who had just finished her second year.
They were met by an older witch whom the other witches knew. The older woman was a respected teacher from Hogwarts which caused her students to relax somewhat. Then the witch began telling them why they were here. For Connie, it was further proof that Professor Jackson was onto something although she wished her Professor had said something about this. Then again, perhaps her professor had not known. That the magicals still had a form of involuntary servitude, while a shock to the others, was consistent with what Connie had learned even if it had not been covered. That the burden fell exclusively on the witches was also not as much of a surprise. What she had read and witnessed suggested that the magical world was not egalitarian and the women who rose to prominence outside of education, Healing and other roles not associated with the power base were the exception and not the rule. That the burden fell most heavily on Muggle Borns was also not a surprise. Why, however was. Her Professor had not talked about Magical Guardians and the near absolute power they held over their wards, and in particular their female wards. Then again, as a Muggle Born who somehow avoided the slaver's net, perhaps she didn't know.
Connie soon found herself in an immense library awaiting her fate. Despite assurances that their condition would not be like what they most likely could have expected in Britain, she was still to be bound against her will. Typical, she thought. A gilded cage, however luxurious, was still a cage. If there was one advantage to being cynical, it was that bad things were if not expected and least not a surprise. It was the good things that surprised her. A witch named Tabatha was with her at first trying to cheer her up for lack of a better word. Connie ignored the girl as best she could. There apparently was nothing that could be done to avoid this fate and she wondered why anyone would try to make it sound better than it was.
Soon, there were a lot of other witches in the library; all dressed as the one named Tabatha was in short, silky robes. Connie knew it would soon happen. The wizard would arrive to deprive her of her freedom. The wizard would arrive to take her virtue and bind her to him. The wizard would arrive to rape her, for that's what it was despite everything McGonagall and Tabatha said. Connie found it hard to believe it could be enjoyable. Even if it was, however, it was still rape because it was not her choice. However wonderful this wizard was – and according to this Tabatha girl he was wonderful on so many levels – before her sat the proof of the hypocrisy: while two of these women might have chosen their fate as Consorts, it was arguably to avoid the fate that awaited her as a Concubine. And the number of women proved this wizard was nothing more than a serial rapist, all other arguments to the contrary!
He arrived and she looked up and met his eyes. It was if a block was lifted and memories barely perceived for years returned at once. It was him! It was her first friend! She now remembered everything! His name, their friendship and how an evil wizard took it all away the summer when she was eight! He had been on the run from them for days. Just before the end of school, the local bullies had been chasing him. Connie had known for months her best friend was a wizard, and probably a powerful one. Moreover, her Harry knew it too. He didn't need to be told, he had figured it out on his own and when he told her, she told him she was magical too! But the bullies still chased him and he apparated up to the top of the school. The "bad men" came looking for him, but he just apparated away. He showed up at her house – how he found out where she lived she never knew – a few days later dirty and hungry. He's been apparating all around the country trying to get away from the "bad men" and came to her figuring they'd never suspect she was a witch and seemed quite unwilling to risk being amongst the non-magical folk. Her parents were Muggles, but agreed to hide him. He was with them for a week when the "bad men" showed up. She remembered their leader who was named after a bug. She remembered him casting spells on her and her family and her friend and forgetting almost all about Harry. Her parents moved to another town within the week as if it had been planned all along, but Connie knew now it had not been. It had been the magic. The old bastard took her best friend away!
"Harry?" she asked.
Harry nodded.
"You remember?"
"I do now," Harry said.
"Memory charm?"
"Obviously," he frowned. "And it seems it was neither the first nor the last the old bastard used on me over the years."
"Did you know?" Connie asked. "Did you know when you bought me?"
Harry shook his head. "I had no memory of you, my first best friend, until just know. Apparently seeing you lifted the block."
"I didn't remember you either," Connie said, "although I remembered of you kind of. I remember a boy whose face I could not see and name seemed unimportant; a friend who was my first friend back in Primary School. I remember believing he was magical like me and my brothers. I remember he was always there for me and that we moved away and I never heard from him again nor knew how to find him."
"It was 1988," Harry nodded.
"What happened?" Hermione asked. "You two knew each other?"
"Connie was my only friend anywhere back then," Harry said nodding. "Fall term I figured out that I could do real magic. It was the only explanation. It also explained why my relatives hated me and why they thought I was a 'freak' and kept me locked in a cupboard much of the time. I told Connie one day and she told me about magic. It was real! Her brothers were wizards and the older ones were in a school for witches and wizards and she was a witch too.
"When I told her, I remembered the bad men, as we called them. I had discovered magic before and the bad men came and made me forget. I didn't want to forget and figured they came 'cause my relatives called them, so I practiced my magic far away from them in a wood in a park. I was getting pretty good at it and the bad men had not come. The only problem was Connie couldn't practice with me 'cause it was …"
"My parents didn't want me wandering about," Connie said.
"As long as I did my chores, my relatives didn't care," Harry continued. "Anyway, it was right at the end of the school year and I got a better mark than my cousin and his friends and they decided to beat me up. They chased me 'round the school and cornered me by some dustbins. I apparated to the roof. I do remember that bit, but not what happened after.
"The bad men came while I was up there. I knew they would make me forget and was afraid they might hurt my friend for telling me the big secret about magic being real. I ran for it. Well, I apparated for it. I have no idea where I went; just that it was somewhere else. The bad men didn't follow so I thought I was safe.
"Well, I was also seven. I was not going to go back to my relatives. Now that I could do that, why did I need to? But I had no money or house or anything (or so I thought) and I still had to eat. With magic I was able to find food."
"You can't conjure food," Hermione began.
"No," Harry agreed, "but you can summon it. I'd walk by an open window or the open door of a market and summon a pie or bag of cookies or candy bars…"
"Harry!" Hermione scolded.
Harry shrugged. "I was seven," he said. "Food was food and sweet food was better and I never had money and didn't know you really needed it. The problem was, within minutes I heard the pops telling me the bad men had come, so off I went again. I did that for I don't know how many days. I'd arrive somewhere new and they wouldn't follow, but eventually I needed to use magic either to eat, or keep warm or keep dry and they'd be there in minutes and off I'd go again. I couldn't even tell you where, just not where I was or where I had been before. Sometimes I'd be near a town or in a city and others I'd be out in the country and have to walk for miles to find a town. I was tired and getting sick and knew I couldn't keep this up. I needed some place where I could be safe from the bad men and not have to use magic to survive. I thought of Connie. I did magic to bring the bad men, popped off to a place far away, did magic again to draw them as far away from Connie and popped to her front door."
"But you didn't know where I lived," Connie said.
"Apparently, I didn't have to," Harry replied. "I rang the bell and Connie answered and I guess I passed out."
"He was filthy and burning up," Connie said. "My parents took care of him and he told them about his life at his relatives and my parents swore he would never go back again. But about a week or so after Harry showed up, the bad men came calling."
"It was Dumbledore and a couple of Aurors," Harry said. "How they found me, I have no idea, but they did. Dumbledore tried to reason with Connie's parents, but they were not going to listen. They threatened to call the police. That's when the wands came out and that's the last I remember about that or Connie until just now."
"They obliviated all of us," Connie said. "Oh, we still remembered magic as I did have two brothers in magical school. But we all forgot about Harry mostly. All I remembered was a special friend, whom my parents were soon convinced was imaginary. Imaginary or not, that memory always made me feel better. A week later, my family moved to a new town on the other side of London and I started a new school."
"One day, that bastard will pay for what he did to us," Harry said to Connie. "His sick society will pay!"
There was a long pause before Connie spoke again, remembering why she was here. "You still have to bind me to you," she noted.
Harry nodded sadly. "If there was any other way … I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Connie said. "I'll live. Besides, at least I'm with my imaginary friend again. And who knows? I might even give that next bond thing a go as well. We were friends…"
"As far as I'm concerned, we still are," Harry said with a smile.
A/N: RELATIONSHIP SCORECARD:
If you didn't read the Intro, you missed that. This is so you can keep up with who's with who and how.
Key:
Names in Italics = OCGr – Gryffindor, Hu – Hufflepuff, Ra – Ravenclaw, Sl – Slytherin. SG – St. George's School, PE – Prince Edward School, SA – St. Andrew's, SP – St. Patrick's, SD – St. David's.(Number indicates last year completed. No number means they finished all seven years.)
P = pregnant.
Harry James Potter, age 15.*
1. Hermione Jane (Granger) Potter, age 16 (Gr-5); CONSORT (POTTER).*P
2. Luna Celeste (Lovegood) Black, age 15 (Ra-4); CONSORT (BLACK).*
3. Dora (Tonks) Black-Potter, age 22 (Hu); CONCUBINE (BLACK).*P
4. Minerva Grace (McGonagall) Potter-Black, age 68 (Gr); CONCUBINE (POTTER).P - girl.
5. Mallory Michelle (Grant) Black-Potter, age 39 (Hu); CONCUBINE (BLACK).P - boy.
6. Daphne Renee (Greengrass) Black-Potter, age 16 (Sl-5); CONCUBINE (BLACK).*
7. Astoria Lynn (Greengrass) Potter-Black, age 14 (Sl-3); CONCUBINE (POTTER).*
8. Ginevra Molly (Weasley) Potter-Black, age 14 (Gr-4); CONCUBINE (POTTER).*
9. Stacey Marie (Campbell) Potter-Black, age 17 (SA-5); CONCUBINE (BLACK).*
10. Tabatha Simone (Collins) Black-Potter, age 16 (SA-5); CONCUBINE (BLACK).
11. Laura Teresa (Oliver) Potter-Black, age 21 (PE-5); CONCUBINE (POTTER).
12. Fiona Michelle (Simpson) Black-Potter, age 22 (SD); CONCUBINE (BLACK).
13. Rhonda Kaye (Lester) Potter-Black, age 17 (SD-5); CONCUBINE (POTTER).
14. Karen Maria (Green) Black-Potter, age 18 (PE-5); CONCUBINE (BLACK).
15. Katie Anna (Bell) Potter-Black, age 17 (Gr-6); CONCUBINE (POTTER).
16. Constance Maria (Plumber) Black-Potter, age 16 (1/19/80) (SG-5); CONCUBINE (BLACK) 7/24/96.
Bill Weasley, age 25.
1. Fleur Patrice (Delacour) Weasley, age 19; CONSORT (BILL WEASLEY).P
2. Mary Ellen (Howard) Weasley, age 18 (Hu-5); CONCUBINE (BILL WEASLEY).*P
3. Samantha Christine (Johnson) Weasley, age 17 (SG-5); CONCUBINE BILL WEASLEY).*
4. Peggy Louise Nolan, age 17 (9/6/78) (Hu-6); CONCUBINE (BILL WEASLEY).
5. Elizabeth Olive Nolan, age 14 (Gr-3); CONCUBINE (BILL WEASLEY).
6. Lana Catherine (Powell) Weasley, age 22 (SA); CONCUBINE (BILL WEASLEY).
7. Carla (Masterson) Weasley, age 20 (PE-5); CONCUBINE (BILL WEASLEY).
8. Donna Lynn (Roselle) Weasley, age 19 (SG-5); CONCUBINE (BILL WEASLEY).
9. Christine Celine (Paulson) Weasley, age 17 (PE-5); CONCUBINE (BILL WEASLEY).
10. Mandy (Brocklehurst) Weasley, age 16 (Ra-5); CONCUBINE (BILL WEASLEY).
11. Wendy Seline Hendricks, age 15 (11/20/80) (Gr-4); CONCUBINE (BILL WEASLEY) 7/24/96.
Neville Algicyrus Longbottom, age 15.*
1. Susan Marie (Bones) Longbottom, age 16 (Hu-5); CONSORT (NEVILLE).*P
2. Amber Selma (Harker) Longbottom, age 33 (Sl-5); CONCUBINE (NEVILLE).*P - boy, girl (twins).
3. Penelope Ann (Clearwater) Longbottom, age 20 (Ra); CONCUBINE (NEVILLE).
4. Annette Lucille (Harper) Longbottom, age 24 (SD); CONCUBINE (NEVILLE).
5. Deborah Leigh (McLean) Longbottom, age 20 (SA); CONCUBINE (NEVILLE).
6. Miriam Olivia (Riley) Longbottom, age 18 (SG-5); CONCUBINE (NEVILLE).
7. Amanda Kennedy, age 16 (SP-5); CONCUBINE (NEVILLE).
8. Hannah Suzanne (Abbott) Longbottom, age 16 (Hu-5); CONCUBINE (NEVILLE).
9. Patricia Faye Abbott, age 14 (Hu-3); CONCUBINE (NEVILLE).
10. Megan Allison Jones, age 16 (6/5/80) (Hu-5); CONCUBINE (NEVILLE) 7/24/96.
Fred Weasley, age 18.
1. Alicia May (Spinet) Weasley, age 18 (Gr); CONSORT (FRED).*
2. Verity Nicole (Smith) Weasley, age 21 (SG-5); CONCUBINE (FRED).*P
3. Danielle Louise (Carter) Weasley, age 20 (SG-5); CONCUBINE (FRED).*P
4. Victoria (Vicki) Peters, age 17 (Ra-6); CONCUBINE (FRED).
5. Rachel Francine Peters, age 15 (Ra-4); CONCUBINE (FRED).
6. Coleen (Harrington) Weasley, age 23 (SP); CONCUBINE (FRED).
7. Elisha Susan (Stout) Weasley, age 21 (SD); CONCUBINE (FRED).
8. Helen May (Ivey) Weasley, age 20 (SG-5); CONCUBINE (FRED).
9. Caroline (Folsom) Weasley, age 18 (SD-5); CONCUBINE (FRED).
10. Annette Maria Barnes, age 15 (Gr-4); CONCUBINE (FRED).
11. Simone Fanning, age 15, (5/25/81) (Hu-4); CONCUBINE (FRED) 7/24/96.
George Weasley, age 18.
1. Angelina Olivia (Johnson) Weasley, age 18 (Gr); CONSORT (GEORGE).*P
2. Shelly Ann (Parker) Weasley, age 22 (SG); CONCUBINE (GEORGE).*P
3. Ellen Suzanne (North) Weasley, age 20 (SG); CONCUBINE (GEORGE).*
4. Anna Melissa Jenkins, age 17 (Hu-6); CONCUBINE (GEORGE).
5. Roberta Elaine (Larson) Weasley, age 25 (PE); CONCUBINE (GEORGE).
6. Georgina Emma (Parker) Weasley, age 22 (SG); CONCUBINE (GEORGE).
7. Eileen (O'Malley) Weasley, age 21 (SP-5); CONCUBINE (GEORGE).
8. Isabel (Tate) Weasley, age 19 (SA); CONCUBINE (GEORGE).
9. Tammy Grey, age 15 (Hu-4); CONCUBINE (GEORGE).
10. Pamela Ray Adams, age 15 (9/21/80) (Ra-4); CONCUBINE (GEORGE) 7/24/96.
11. Selene Adams, age 13 (1/29/83) (Ra-2); CONCUBINE (GEORGE) 7/24/96.
Lord Mayor Remus John Lupin, age 36.
1. Sarah Michelle (Hanson) Lupin, age 21 (SG); CONCUBINE (REMUS).
2. Amelia Renee (Carpenter) Lupin, age 21 (SG); CONCUBINE (REMUS).
3. Tara Frances (Marks) Lupin, age 20 (SG-5); CONCUBINE (REMUS).
4. Christy Matthews, age 19 (SG); CONCUBINE (REMUS).
5. Ellie Beth Mitchell, age 18 (PE-5); CONCUBINE (REMUS).
Frank Longbottom, age 41.
1. Alice Maria (Pierson) Longbottom, age 40 (Ra); CONSORT (FRANK).
2. Sandra Ellen (Butler) Longbottom, age 24 (SP); CONCUBINE (FRANK).
3. Veronica Helen (Riordan) Longbottom, age 23 (SP); CONCUBINE (FRANK).
4. Gretchen Lee (St. James) Longbottom, age 21 (PE); CONCUBINE (FRANK).
5. Marie (White) Longbottom, age 19 (SD); CONCUBINE (FRANK).
6. Carol Matilda Timmerman, age 17 (SD-5); CONCUBINE (FRANK).