CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: RUMOR OF WAR
THURSDAY, JULY 25th, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell.
The Prime Minister's party was fairly large. He had with him one of his junior assistants, who it turned out was a Merlin Club type with a brother and much younger sister who were magicals. Three cabinet members were there as well, none of whom knew about magic until recently. He did not yet know why the Home Secretary was asked to attend. The Foreign Minister was little surprise given this was supposedly a foreign country and he already knew military advisors had been requested which explained the attendance of his Defense Minister, although again he did not know why.
The Prime Minister had requested the attendance of both the Head of the Special Intelligence Service (commonly known as MI-6) which handled foreign Intelligence and the Head of State Security (commonly known as MI-5) that handled internal security given the perceived situation with the magicals back home. In addition, a contingent of military personnel was with him. All were Merlin Club types. The senior officer was an Army Major General named Churchill, who assured the P.M. he was no relation to the former P.M. (at least not a close one). Three Colonels were with the General, but the P.M. knew several other Army officers were elsewhere at the invitation of this Duke. There was also an Air Force group led by Air Vice Marshall Graham. He was joined by and Air Commodore and two Group Captains, although again there was another group elsewhere.
The group was escorted into a large room by a young woman who appeared to be in her late twenties and said her name was Ms. Black and she was the Duke's Personal Secretary. There was a huge table in the room, a podium and screen at one end. The Prime Minister and his entourage were asked to take a seat and whether they would like any refreshments. Once such refreshments were presented, the first of their "opposite numbers" entered. He introduced himself to the Prime Minister as Lord Mayor Lupin, whom the P.M. knew was his counterpart in this government.
The Lord Mayor was not alone. With him was a Mr. Albert Davidson, who was the Foreign Minister. Lord Mayor Lupin explained that their foreign office was not very large. Britain was the only non-magical country they had diplomatic relations with in any manner. They had a "Mission" with the International Confederation of Wizards which was analogous to the United Nations and consulates with the Magical Americas, France, Germany, Spain, Scandinavia and Italy. Also with him was Mr. Thomas Gage, who was about as close to their chief of intelligence as one could be.
"We have," he said, "until recently that it, had little need for such things. Even as it stands, our activities are limited to magical Britain."
Two other entered. There was a tall, young man the P.M. figured was in his twenties with red hair and a very good looking blonde woman with him. They were introduced as husband and wife. They were both employees of a bank called Gringotts which was magical and also the oldest financial institution in the world and one of the largest. They were here in part because of the Bank's interest in this meeting, but also because the young man's wife was the daughter of the current French Minister for Magic. Her father had only recently been appointed and Mr. Davidson explained that magical France might prove important going forward.
An older couple entered. They appeared to be in their thirties and were introduced as Frank and Alice Longbottom. The P.M. was told they were trained in magical combat. Finally, a large group entered. There was one very young looking lad with sixteen women, most looked too young for this sort of meeting. The young man was Lord Harry, Duke of Charenwell. One striking, brown haired young woman was introduced as Lady Hermione, Duchess of Charenwell and another very attractive young blonde as Lady Luna, Countess of Darby. These ladies were, apparently his wives. So, apparently, were the fourteen others who had entered with him.
"I figured it's best to get the shocks out front," the young man said seeing the expressions on the men across the table. "Hermione, would you please explain?"
The young woman remained standing as the young Duke and the others took their seats across from the Prime Minister and his people. She explained first that she was born and raised outside London. She was what the magicals called Muggle Born meaning her parents were not magical. About a third of all witches and wizards were born from non-magical families, although no one knew why. She then explained the bonds in some detail. Specific origins lost to history, she explained its widespread use in magical Britain beginning around a thousand years ago due to a glut of witches.
"We have here what may be the best collection of primary source material on our history dating back to the time of the Romans of any place in Europe," she said. "However, while we have journals and chronicles covering much and practically unbroken, what we might now consider an important fact or theme might not have been considered as worthy of mention by the ancient authors. This is indeed the problem when we speak of the glut. We know it was about a two to one disparity meaning there were two witches for every wizard regardless of their birth status. We also know the glut has continued in Britain down through the centuries while it ceased to be an issue in the rest of Europe. Finally, we know it was never as much of an issue here in Charenwell and has not been an issue in hundreds of years. What we don't know is why it was one and why it remains one."
"Why was it so important for a witch to be with a wizard?" one of the visitors asked.
"That we do know," Hermione said, "rather we know what they thought at the time."
She told them of the dual concerns about losing magic to the non-magical world and the growing hostility the non-magical world had regarding magic. While it was true that wizards remained valued members of society, the non-magicals developed an unnatural fear of witches. Hermione could only speculate as to why, but the proof were in the various pogroms. The waves of mass hysteria and persecution fell almost entirely upon perceived witches. To allow a real witch to return or expose her abilities to that climate was considered folly. Like any, one needed a man and a woman to have children. The women had to be "protected."
Minerva and Cissy then talked about the rise of the Pureblood philosophy in Europe and Britain in particular and its affect on the witches in society. The growing belief in superiority and supremacy ideas led to the subjugation of witches over time. Where once it seemed magic was a unifying condition in their society, gender became a means of control. In some ways, the magical were far more egalitarian than their non-magical counterparts. Witches rose to the top of certain fields and with the right patronage could be significant players in others. But in all cases, their successes were due as much to the patronage of their "wizard" as to their own talents.
This led to an overview of the elites who controlled magical Britain. The government was one of the elites and for the elites and for a long while it was dominated by Purebloods, or those who had magicals as all ancestors back as many generations as were a the time politically acceptable. In general, Purebloods felt they were an entitled class, but they were not the only ones. There was an aristocratic class as well. While not so pure in blood, they had inherited their positions and their seats in the legislature and were not about to give up their traditions. One group, the Purebloods, were known as supremacists as they believed bloodlines alone determined who should rule. The aristocrats were based upon inheritance and not blood purity. They believed they deserved to rule because they had for centuries. They were derisively known as Traditionalists, although there was really little difference between the factions. While it was noted that not all who "qualify" as either Purebloods or Aristocrats supported these views, far too many did. Under either view, women were second class citizens.
Basically who and how far a witch could go in magical Britain was decided by her wizard Patron be it her father, husband, Head of House or the man who held her title as his concubine. The presenters were certain that they always contrasted magical Britain with Charenwell where the situation was as different as night was from day.
"If there are not the same problems here," one of the visitors asked, "then why are there concubines?"
"Ah!" Harry replied. "Many reasons and we believe in comparison mostly virtuous given the fact that our laws have not allowed for the abuses. First of all, plural marriage has never been illegal in our culture, just impractical. The Dukes have bonded with Concubines in part to ensure an heir. My own Great-great grandmother was one. Second, bringing in women from abroad necessarily brings in new bloodlines and as important new ideas. We are very isolated here and always have been. Were we populated solely with the descendants of the original colonists, we might well have died out or lost our magic centuries ago. Instead, we are apparently more magical than average.
"Then there is the fact that due to our custom of educating abroad there has been throughout most of our history a constant emigration abroad. Until fairly recently, when a child left for school most did not return. To be honest that was more due to the difficulties of travel than any other reason. In 1850 the population of this island was only around 15,000."
"And now there are over 40,000?" the Prime Minister asked. "What happened? Larger families?"
"No larger than in the past," Harry said. "Changes in transportation allowed more and more of our people to return home. We have historically made it difficult to get here. Wars both magical and non-magical have ravaged Europe and we have always remained untouched by them directly. We have sent troops off to the defense of Britain. I'm told we currently have a few of our people serving in Her Majesty's Armed Forces…"
"I being one of them," a man in an Army uniform said. "Colonel Mark Howe, Sir. My family is from Port of Darby, Sir!"
"For example," Harry chuckled, "Colonel Howe here. My Grandfather was another. He was in your R.A.F. throughout World War II. Still, transportation has been the primary reason why we were a net exporter of magicals for centuries. It was never truly economic. Only about one third of the land here is developed in any manner and we have always produced more than we need from it. We have been the major agricultural supplier for magical Britain and much of magical Europe for centuries and currently export six times what we need. Thus, there was always a home for our people should they choose to return and jobs as well.
"Transportation was the problem. As Colonel Howe is probably quite aware, magical transport has been far quicker and still is far quicker than non-magical. But it is incredibly inefficient."
"How so?" the Prime Minister asked.
"Two summers ago," Harry said, "magical Britain hosted the Quidditch World Cup. It's not unlike the event in football. Around one hundred thousand fans attended the match. If this were football, how long would it take to move those hundred thousand from their homes all over the world to the pitch?"
"Not long," the Prime Minister said. "Assuming they got convenient flights, that number would hardly tax Heathrow, or our public transport or hotels."
"And how involved would your government be in the transportation and lodgings?"
"Not very," the Prime Minister said. "The Olympics are a major investment, but that's because most countries lack the facilities in the same location and everyone wants to out do the last country who hosted them. Unless we were to decide to build a new football pitch, which seldom happens, our primary involvement would be security."
"That's because you economy has produced efficient and global mass transit. Moving thoudands or even millions of people is not an issue because the economy does that every day. Our world has no such system. Our Ministry was involved in every aspect of that event from building the pitch, to securing lodgings, to supplying food and water, to transporting all in attendance. It took them over a year to get ready, and even then most of us had to camp out. It took over two weeks to get the hundred thousand to the site and slightly less time for them to get home.
"We can move small numbers vast differences very quickly. But what you would consider an average day of moving people we can't do with magic. Moreover, magic is useless at moving bulk cargo. My country is magical in the extreme as compared to the rest of the world, yet our exports and imports are by sea on ships. Our crops are harvested by machines. They are transported to where they are made into bread or whatever by lorry. Our exports travel from there to our port by train and to the world on ships. We can't magic tons of goods anywhere quickly. And with magic there are similar limitations moving people.
"Apparition is one form of magical transit. I can apparate from here to anywhere in this country. However, it takes training and there are a lot of quite capable magicals who can't do it. Even if you can, you can only take yourself and – maybe – one other person. Furthermore, magical barriers that prevent that form of transit are quite easily made and sustained. Finally, it is relatively short ranged: a powerful wizard might be able to travel four hundred miles over land, less than half that across water.
"Portkeys are a magic device with unlimited range and can bring a few people at a time. But they are hard to make and can only be used once – twice if they are a 'return' portkey which would take you there and back again. It would be like having to build a new plane every time one left.
"Finally, there is a magical transit system called the Floo. It's the easiest to use, but can only take you from one place on the network to another on the network and it can only handle one person at a time between those two places. That and it's relatively new. It was invented in the Seventeenth Century. We didn't start setting one up here until over a hundred years later and it wasn't until 1850 that we set up a dedicated connection between here and a location we controlled in London.
"Prior to our London Floo connection, our children left for school by ship. They'd arrive in Plymouth and have to take other transport from there to their schools, which might be as far away as Scotland. Basically, once they left home at age eleven, they were gone until they finished school. Given seven years in Britain, many chose not to return at all."
"Hence your historic concubines," the Prime Minister said.
"Among the other reasons, yes," Harry replied.
"I take it we're not here about the concubine issue," the Prime Minister said.
"No," Harry replied. "It is a symptom of the problem we seek to solve. My actions in that regard are a small part of a larger scheme. When I learned of it from Dora, whom I inherited, and when I learned who might be sold off this year – many are my friends – and when I learned far more about the ills of that society, destroying that aspect of it was something I could do now, but it alone is of little moment.
"So what are we here about, then?"
"You've heard of Voldemort?"
"He's supposed to be dead!"
"That is what the Ministry wants everyone to believe," Harry said, "or at least they used to. I have no idea if they still feel that way. The truth is he's not and never has been. The story is not that important. He has returned, and that is the problem.
"Voldemort is the leader of the Supremacist movement for all practical purposes. It's ironic, as he's less of a Pureblood than I am, and I am most definitely not one. His followers believe he is leading them to their rightful place as rulers of the magical world. His followers believe under him all Muggle Borns will be proper slaves. The truth is his real aim is total dominion. He considers Muggle Borns 'unnatural' and 'abominations' and would see them as at best slaves and at worst exterminated from the earth. His slave class would be the non-magicals of the world."
"That's preposterous!" someone said.
"And delusional," Harry agreed, "and ultimately suicidal for magical kind. We see a move against your world as self-inflicted genocide. A war with your world would be destructive for you, but it would be the end of us. Magic cannot stand up to modern technology, particularly if you learn what you're up against. You have more in your army than all of the magicals in Britain combined without regard to their age or ability, and most of them are law abiding people who want nothing to do with any of this. Yet I fear should Voldemort move as he'd like, they would be the first to die in large numbers.
"Unfortunately for all of us, Voldemort and his lot do not see reason and will not capitulate. To become a follower requires willing and eager commission of capital crimes against his perceived enemies, meaning Muggle Borns and non-magicals. In the end, I see no option that could ensure peace between us so long as any of them remain alive and at large. They must be wiped out to the last one of them.
"The problem is, they are only part of the problem. The Traditionalists, led by Albus Dumbledore are also a threat to all of us. While they would not enslave by force and terror, they believe only they are fit to rule us all. They would act from behind the scenes through manipulation, trickery and when needed magic. But call it what they will, it is still slavery for their system robs the rest of us of our will to act. While they are not violent, they are a real and present threat to freedom and they too must be delegated to the dust bin.
"You must understand, Sir, they represent a minority of our world both in numbers and opinion. Maybe one in ten of the magical in Britain are either with them or sympathetic to their aims. But their supporters control the government and there is no mechanism that would allow the rest of the well meaning, law abiding and peaceful members of our society to oust them. Neither the Ministry nor the Wizengamot are elected to their stations and they answer only to themselves and those whose bribes are largest.
"The two factions are now vying for total control of the government to advance their elitist agendas. Their success, should it come to pass, does not bode well. Both sides believe in their absolute superiority, invulnerability and that their way is the only way. Neither group believes the rest of us pose any threat to them because neither side has ever ventured out among their own kind, much less the world at large. That is a very arrogant and dangerous attitude which can only lead to ruin. It is this ruin Her Majesty and I seek to avoid."
"I noticed you didn't say we," the Prime Minister said.
"My apologies," Harry replied. "But I do not want to leave you with the impression we are asking you to solve our problems. We are asking you for certain assistance that will allow us to solve this problem ourselves."
"Why so indirect?"
"We wish to prevent this crisis from spreading," Remus said. "So long as it remains mostly confined to the magical world, it can be contained within Britain until dealt with. The last thing any of us should want is any sympathy for magical Britain from the other magical governments. Right now, the Magical British government is not highly respected across the Channel or anywhere else for that matter. For years the International Confederation of Wizards – which is similar to your United Nations – has been headed by Dumbledore. He has used that position to prevent any scrutiny of the goings on in Britain by the international community while they have not been able to avoid their similar treaty obligations or scrutiny. As a result of some of Lord Potter's recent actions in this crisis, Dumbledore has been ousted. Needless to say, the rest of the magical world is not predisposed to help either him or his government.
"But direct non-magical intervention would change that immediately. Any acknowledgment or actions that would show you know of magic would prompt a response from the magical world at large. Our world exists, for better or for worse, because we've remained secret from the rest of the world. This might not be the best policy and times might well have changed such that this policy is no longer valid, but it is the policy and the magical will side with Britain to keep magic secret. That would necessitate an unacceptable widening of the crisis and would probably lead to what we seek to avoid: open conflict between our worlds."
"Add to it the fact," Harry added, "that while the vast majority of the magicals in Britain probably would not waste their energy supporting the Ministry or the two factions ordinarily, we can't be sure they would not resist non-magical intervention. The need for the separation of our worlds is taught from the moment we start school, even earlier if we were raised in that world. Whether than need is real or paranoid nonsense is not as important as the fact that most magicals believe it is real. They would support their would-be oppressors which would only make things worse."
"So why are we here?" the Prime Minister asked.
"I came here myself for the first time June 23rd," Harry chuckled, "and I still find myself asking that question. Mind you, most of what you've heard so far I knew nothing about then. Didn't even know about Concubines. Apparently, as active as that market is, we muggle-raised types are considered unworthy of playing in that field. I knew about Voldemort, of course. Kind of hard not too when I've had to face him in battle five times to date."
"Bloody hell!" Colonel Howe said.
"Him," Harry continued, "a troll or two, a basilisk, couple of dragons, more acromantulas than I care to remember, scores of dementors a dozen Death Eaters…"
"Death Eaters?" the Prime Minister asked.
"Voldemort's shock troops," Colonel Howe explained. "They're terrorists of the worst sort and most magicals are not about to stand in their way. Most who do wind up dead in short order. As for the other stuff, let's just say Lord Potter here has seen more magical combat than any of us have seen our kind, even Colonel Sport and Social."
"He kill anyone?" another Colonel asked.
"A few," Harry shrugged. "Not counting Voldemort three times to date, I killed my first wizard when I was eleven…"
"He was trying to kill you, Harry," Hermione added.
"There was that," Harry agreed. "Sport and Social?"
"S.A.S.," Hermione said. "Daddy was a Captain in that unit before he met my Mum. He doesn't talk about it."
"Granger?" another colonel asked. "Wouldn't be Robert Granger, would it?"
Hermione nodded.
"Bloody hell! He was my first C.O. when I came over from the Paras! Colonel Jasper Wilson, Ma'am. 'Though your Old Man probably would remember me as Duffer."
"Duffer?"
"Your Dad still plays golf?"
Hermione nodded.
"He was pretty good. I wasn't. That and the first time we were on the shooting range I missed the bull once. Embarrassing."
"Pleased to meet you, Colonel," Hermione said. "I'm sorry my folks aren't here. With the troubles, they're off on holiday." There was a hint of sadness in her voice.
"Can we get back on point?" the Prime Minister said. "Or would now be a good time to break for lunch?"
"The reason we asked you here won't take much longer," Harry said. "To summarize, there're some right nasty bastards in Magical Britain who are a threat to us all. The Ministry of Magic either will not or cannot do anything about it. The government is nothing more than a social club for hereditary elites who milk the vast majority of their citizens and they are with little or no recourse to prevent it.
"We've concluded the current crisis will not resolve itself without 'outside' intervention of sorts. Moreover, to resolve this crisis and leave its cause in place simply delays what needs to be done."
"What's that?"
"First priority is the destruction of Voldemort and his Death Eaters. This will be total destruction. The magicals cannot be counted on to bring the bastards to justice as the bastards all but own the government already through their families. Dumbledore and his faction need to be destroyed as well as they are not much better. Again, we can't count on magical Britain to do anything. As the government perpetuates the conditions that gave rise to this entire mess in the first place, it too has to go. But I'm getting way ahead of myself.
"As soon as I realized I had means at my disposal to knock them back on their heels, I took it to them," Harry said. He then described his economic attacks to date on the Death Eaters and their supporters and Dumbledore. He followed it with the Concubine Auction and the reparations demanded from the Ministry for the illegal sale of Charenwell witches with the still pending threat of more serious economic sanctions and embargos.
"The purpose of these measures was to break them financially," Harry continued. "They need money to engage in their more direct and dangerous activities. Our estimates are the Death Eater organization is now practically broke and Dumbledore and his organization soon will be."
"And your demands on their Ministry? What was that about?" the Prime Minister asked.
"If you were in my position, Prime Minister, what would you have done? What would you have done if you learned your people were being kidnapped and sold into practical slavery and that those actions were practically sanctioned by a foreign government?"
"A lot more than ask for reparations!"
"Unlike Great Britain," Harry said, "Charenwell lacks all the instruments of – er – persuasion. At this time, we have no weapons other than economic. As was discussed before, our wards and location have made this country all but immune from foreign adventurers. We've had no need for an army even for our common defense."
"Until now," the Prime Minister began.
"From a defense standpoint," Harry said, "nothing has changed. Magical Britain – even all of magical Europe – pose no direct threat to us. There are things that could give us problems. My biggest fear is how the non-magicals would react to a general war between our worlds. This is something we wish to avoid at all costs if possible. While we may be practically immune from attack, we are not immune from – er – secondary effects such as total economic collapse on a global scale or the effects I once read might be the result of a large scale nuclear war. One of the reasons we wish the current troubles in Britain to be confined to Britain and mostly to magical Britain is to avoid any risk of escalation. I am doing what I can with the tools I have, Sir."
"And what do you hope to accomplish with what you have done," a man asked. "I'm Sir Howard Michael, Foreign Secretary."
"Thank you, Sir Michael," Harry said. "The economic attack, for lack of a better word, is a delaying tactic. While the various factions have been hurt, neither Voldemort nor Dumbledore will back down. We estimate Voldemort was a year or so away of toppling the existing government. He's lost ninety percent of his finances. He has also recently lost over two thirds of his combat force in efforts directed against me personally. That was more bad luck on the part of his forces than any brilliance on my part or on the part of his other adversaries. He, however, does not concede defeat. He could lose everything but so long as he remains, he sees himself as undefeated. But he has been delayed. It will take him some time to recover to his setbacks over the last month or so.
"The others were attacked as well because, as I said, they must be dealt with in the end as well. Magical Britain cannot be allowed to continue as it has in the past. It is their traditional culture that gave birth to this crisis. Their arrogance and lack of any understanding of the rest of the world led us to today. If that society is allowed to remain both unchallenged and unbowed, then defeating the current threat is merely a delaying tactic. I will not pass this problem off to a future generation if it can be dealt with now – or in the near future at any rate.
"By hitting the others, I've kept any of those groups from gaining an upper hand. The sanctions against the Ministry are justified under our international law. But they have the added benefit of preventing both Dumbledore and Voldemort from recovering quickly. I have very recently learned that certain less than honest and high ranking officials in that government have diverted public funds to one or the other of those groups over the years. It's kind of hard to divert funds you don't have."
"How recently?" Hermione asked.
"There was a report on my desk this morning from Mr. Gage, the Lord Mayor's intelligence chief," Harry replied. "The actions we have taken to date all fall within things I could do in my private capacity or demands I could make as Duke," Harry continued. "However, as you probably can imagine, these actions alone will not resolve the current crisis. Our plans going forward will require at a minimum coordination and consultation with your government for starters and probably a little more."
"Explain," the Prime Minister said. While he was hungry, this was what he was here to find out.
"With the magical government and the factions temporarily – um – broken," Harry said, "we intend to begin an evacuation from Britain…"
"Evacuation? You expect us to leave?" a man said. He was the Home Secretary.
"That would be impossible on many levels and unnecessary," Harry said. "No, by evacuation we are talking about magicals and their families. Specifically we are talking about that segment of the magical population at greatest risk in the current crisis. It is our intention to conduct a voluntary evacuation of all Muggle Borns and their families as they are the ones who are and will suffer the most."
"If they are magicals then is this of concern to us?" the Home Secretary asked.
"We would appreciate some assistance in this," Harry said. "While I think it is not absolutely necessary, it would expedite the process. Despite the fact that the primary evacuees are magical, you must understand that by Muggle Born we mean first generation magic. The evacuation is not limited to them, but they define the population to be moved. We intend to evacuate them, their husbands, wives, children, parents, brothers and sisters, the whole lot. All of them are at risk."
"How many?"
"We don't have precise numbers yet," Daphne replied. "Our estimates range from as few as twenty thousand…"
"Twenty thousand?!"
She nodded, "… to more than double that number."
"That's what all that construction on the coast is about?" the Prime Minister noted.
Harry nodded. "We are not bringing them here as refugees. We intend for them to live as normal a life as possible. That new city will have several manufacturing plants, plus everything else a city should have. There will be jobs, schools, a hospital, shops, restaurants, the works."
"You said earlier magical transport can't move large numbers effectively," the senior Air Force officer noted.
"The only magical means of evacuation would be our Floo connection in London. That would not be a good idea. Were we to use that, the elitists would find out. It would be kind of hard to disguise a long queue at an otherwise forgettable travel office in the middle of the largest magical shopping district in Britain. To put it simply, we're talking an evacuation that could ultimately involve a third of the total magical population. That's one third of their businesses, tax payers and such leaving in short order."
"And well over half of the Ministry's tax base," Bill Weasley added. "The Muggle Borns in that world are generally the lower income levels due to discriminatory practices and the fact that many do not have family wealth of their own. Despite that, they pay the lion's share of the taxes."
"How do they bloody put up with that?" asked a man named Mr. Moore who was head of State Security (MI-5).
"Considering it's less than half what they'd pay on your economy, they probably think they're getting a good deal," Bill shrugged. "Obviously, we are of the opinion that the magical government might take exception to losing its most certain revenue source. Hence, it is prudent that the Muggle Borns just disappear – at least as far as the rest of our world is concerned."
"And how will they just disappear?" the Prime Minister asked.
"First off," Harry replied, "we have to convince them to relocate. This is not going to be done by force. For those living on our side of the line, as it were, we'll try and do the convincing. Then again, it might not take much as they are probably well aware of the problems. Our Foreign Office is handling that?" he added turning to Remus.
"It is," Remus said.
"But," Harry continued, "and I don't have specific numbers yet – a significant number of the Muggle Borns and families live on your side of the line in your economy. Astoria?"
The Prime Minister saw a young woman stand. She had to be one of the youngest in the room. "We are compiling a list," she said. "Names, addresses and such. Thus far, we have accurate information on all Muggle Borns age eighteen and younger and a fair bit on those under age twenty-five."
"And how are you getting this information?" the MI-5 man asked.
"For lack of a better word, we have people who are stealing it for us," Astoria said. "Most of it is public, just not looked at. But the information on those non-magical families with magical children under age eleven is most secret. Still, we have a list of all magical children born as of June 1st. Our relocation priorities are all families associated with a magical child age eighteen or younger first and the older families later. Moreover, our definition of 'at risk' families is broader than the magical British definition of Muggle Born. We include anyone with at least one Muggle parent within this at risk group; not just those whose parents are both non-magical.
"There is an issue with this prioritization. When we are dealing with non-magical parents who have no magical children age eleven and older, they know nothing about magic. The policy in magical Britain is they are not to be told until the child turns eleven, which is one of the reasons why the lists regarding those families are secret. As part of her former duties as Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Minerva was tasked with breaking this news to such families each year.
"We believe that those who are magical will be the ones most likely to relocate without much persuasion. Those families who have school aged children may require additional convincing, which is where we would appreciate your government's ideas and help. Those who will be learning of magic the first time when we arrive to try and convince them that their lives are in danger we feel will be the hardest to convince. Again, Harry hopes your government can be of assistance."
"And just how will they leave assuming they choose to?" the Prime Minister asked.
"We are in the process of acquiring aircraft," Remus said. "We received delivery of the first two of ten Q300 turboprop passenger aircraft from Bombardier Aerospace this morning. One of Lord Potter's non-magical companies is currently arranging for gate facilities at Heathrow and Dublin…"
"Dublin?" the Foreign Secretary. "Why Dublin?"
"Magical Britain consists of the entirety of the British Isles," Remus said. "The Home Rule Acts and subsequent independence of the Republic of Ireland did not change the national boundaries in our world."
"Are you speaking with them at all?"
"Our only relationship outside our own world is with Her Majesty, Prime Minister," Remus said. "What's more, the British Ministry of Magic does not consider the Irish Republic to constitute a legitimate government with whom they are obligate to maintain some minimal communications."
"A fact that the I.C.W. takes issue with," Mr. Davidson, Charenwell's Foreign Minister added.
"Bloody hell!" the Prime Minister exclaimed. "You want us to deal with them as well?"
"We may need to in time," Harry said. "But we think we can handle this aspect without their assistance. It's one of the reasons we're asking for assistance on your side of the border. That will free up some of our people to deal with the magicals in the Irish Republic. We also would appreciate your assistance in arranging transport for those who agree to relocate from their homes to Heathrow. We will pay those costs, naturally."
"And your plan?" the Prime Minister asked.
"We should be able to begin evacuation flights in about a month," Remus said. "By then we should have the planes and pilots. The real issue is housing on this end. No one will be relocated unless there is housing available here. Lord Harry is not about to set up refugee camps unless it is absolutely necessary, which it is not at this time. That being said, once the evacuations begin, we expect to be able to accommodate between a thousand and fifteen hundred new arrivals per week without stressing the system. Depending upon the final numbers involved, we anticipate the complete evacuation can be accomplished within the next six to ten months, with subsequent and much more limited evacuations to follow as new magical families are identified."
"I'm still curious as to why all this is necessary," Albert Clark who was the Home Secretary said. "I understand you do not think we are capable of safeguarding the lives of our own people."
"Not efficiently," Harry said. "You might be able to if you knew exactly when and where the enemy would strike and if you deployed a score of armed men who would shoot to kill to the targeted location. As we see it, to avoid this on your own, each family would need a protection detail not unlike what you provide Her Majesty, and even then the enemy might enjoy an occasional success."
"A bullet will kill a wizard," Colonel Howe said. "But a wizard can get behind us before we even know he's about."
"Still, why?" the Home Secretary asked. "What's so bloody important about these people?"
"The Pureblood elites see them as abominations against nature," Cissy said. "The Muggle Borns are living proof of their own … inadequacies and they see them as subhuman threats. The families that gave birth to them are threats as well. In the Death Eater ranks, one earns his mark by killing a Muggle Born and preferably their family."
"And that was the state of things during our last war with them," Frank Longbottom said. "They suffered horribly then."
"And there have already been attacks with this new lot," Dora added. "Not many, but enough to show anyone who remembers that the dark times are returning."
"And what is the Ministry of Magic doing?" the Prime Minister asked.
"They see is as mere criminal activity and random acts of violence," Dora said.
"Just as they did the last time," Frank added. "To them, the fate of Muggle Borns is of little real importance."
"WHY NOT!?"
"The Ministry is run by Purebloods and Aristocrats," Dora said. "The rest of us have no voice and therefore, unless we have deep pockets we don't matter to them."
"It was only when the Death Eaters began killing Purebloods who opposed them that anyone at the Ministry sat up and took notice," Frank sighed.
"And the current Minister is even weaker willed than those who held office back then," Dora added.
"Basically, if we do nothing the Muggle Borns and their families will face extermination within a few years," Hermione said.
"That's it!" the Prime Minister shouted. "We have enough trouble with the genocidal nonsense in Bosnia! I will NOT have it happening on our shores, regardless of any other considerations, Mr. Clark."
"All I sought, Minister," Mr. Clark replied calmly, "was a concise statement as to what we were facing. We seemed to be dancing around the real issue. Now that it's out in the open, I agree. I further agree that we should seek to resolve this magical issue through magical means unless there is no other alternative."
"Agreed," the Defense Minister said. "Goodness knows we don't want all of Britain becoming another Belfast."
"Right then," the Prime Minister said, "Mr. Clark?"
"Sir."
"Any idea how many Merlin Club types work for you?"
"To be honest, Sir, until a couple of days ago I had no idea what that meant. No Sir, I do not. I think it would be wise to assume we are not talking about a large number. I would recommend each of the departments determine what they have in that regard and we consolidate all except absolutely essential personnel into some outfit to assist in this matter. We may want to expand that net further and look to the various Police departments, military and so on."
"You do realize, Minister," his assistant added, "we will need to bring in the Leader of the Loyal Opposition and quite possibly our opposite numbers in his Shadow Cabinet."
"That's all I bloody need," the Prime Minister groused. "But you're right Jason."
The caravan of vehicles headed out from the Manor following a very nice lunch on a veranda overlooking some gardens. In one of the cars transporting the Prime Minister's party sat the two senior military officers and their principal assistants. The senior officer present was Major General John Churchill, a last name which had been a thorn in his side most of his career as he always seemed to have to explain he was not related to the famous Prime Minister. His counterpart from the Air Force was Air Vice Marshall Ed Graham.
Both men had been in the service for well over twenty years and had spent most of the time bouncing back and forth between postings in Britain and "front line" duties in Northern Germany where they trained and waited to fight a war with the Russians that never came. Their wars began a few years earlier in a desert far removed from the lush, green fields of the German Plain.
Major General Chuchill was a tanker and had served in tanks since leaving Sandhurst all those years ago. In 1990, he commanded an armored Brigade in the British First Armored Division and rode his Challenger tank through the desert on the right flank of the American General Schwartzkopf's great "End Run" around the Iraqi army in Kuwait. Bloody Yanks got to tangle with the only Iraqi's who bothered to put up a fight. His unit smoked a few horrible outdated T-55's here and there, but otherwise seemed to spend their time directing Iraqi soldiers to the camps in the rear. Even then, his war lasted less than four days.
Air Vice Marshall Graham was in that war too. But, after years of flying the Tornado, when the shooting started he was on the Air Staff in Saudi Arabia, one of many officers planning target packages. Basically he and others like him decided what to bomb, when to bomb it and whether it needed bombing again. He knew it was an important job in the big scheme of things as did all the pilots assigned to that glorified tent in the desert. Like the others, regardless of what country they served, he would rather have been one of the young men doing the dropping than on the ground pushing the paper.
The two senior officers had only just met. To be honest, the only thing they or any on their accompanying staffs' had in common was that they were all Merlin Club, as in either they were magical, they married a magical, they had a magical child or magical sibling. Air Vice Marhall Graham had married the love of his life who turned out to be a witch. Major General Churchill, on the other hand, had a younger brother and sister who were magical, as well as his own son and daughter. They both knew about magic, but what a magical country needed from the conventional Muggle military was anyone's guess.
They discussed it on their short drive and quickly ruled out they would have any real involvement in the evacuation, unless they themselves qualified as potential evacuees. But, both had brought even more service men and women with them who had left South Farm even earlier then they did. Most of those officers and NCOs were either technicians or had significant experience training soldiers and airmen. The two senior officers agreed that probably had something to do with this odd trip. But it still left questions unanswered.
"I must admit, Ed," Major General Churchill said, "when I was told the lad wasn't yet sixteen I was expecting someone not unlike my son at his age. The lad seems much older."
Air Vice Marshall Graham nodded. "A month ago there's nothing. He knew nothing about what he told us, or precious little. Now all this? It'd take us months, if not years to do as much."
"Ah! But we'd not be paying for it from our own wallet, would we? If it were us, a good idea would have to be written down, sent up the chain-of-command and re-written every step of the way until it landed on the desk of the right senior officer who'd then send it out for staffing. Months later, it'd come back, barely recognizable and woefully and unnecessarily complicated before being sent to the money people who'd cut and paste and cut some more, without regard to anything really, and you're left with something that makes no sense at all and costs way too much. And that's before it's sent to the government! His way is far more efficient. It eliminates a lot of unnecessary rubbish and …"
"And the need of every staff officer to put in his bit so that his boss thinks he actually works for a living," Ed Graham added. "It's a wonder we ever had an Empire."
"And I'm guessing we're another one of those good ideas the lad came up with. Let's just hope Staff is kept out of it."
"Unless they're like us, they can't get in," Ed said. "Still … I can guess why the Army is here. He said something about his people solving this little problem and his other comments suggest a military solution but his tactics suggest he's nowhere near ready."
"They got bloody magical combat types," the General said. "My briefing book said those Longbottoms and that Dora woman are combat trained. What would they need with my lads?"
Ed shrugged. "As little as that makes sense, why is the Air Force here? I honestly doubt we can teach them a thing or two about broomsticks. What's this place?" he finished as their car had entered the base.
"Looks like a military base of some sort," the General said. "Uniform looking buildings with numbers and whatnot. No soldiers, though."
The car pulled up to a large, brick building. It was the only one they had seen. They were told they had arrived at their destination. They exited the building and looked around. In the distance, they saw a building with a large sign that said "Flight Operations" on it. Above the main door of the building they were to enter was another sign. It read: "Headquarters. RDCAF."
Before either man could comment, a drone of engines caught their attention and they saw a flight of four bi-planes with British insignia pass overhead nearby.
"I guess we now have some idea why you're here, Ed," the General laughed.
The Prime Minister and his people, with a much larger number of military personnel, were led to a large theater like room. It resembled a theater in many ways, except it had large windows which looked out upon the airfield. As they entered, were they to look out (and some did) they would have seen a Lancaster Bomber taking off with a flight of four Tiger Moths waiting their turn on the taxi way.
Harry and his entourage entered next. The non-magicals could not miss the fact that Harry and seven of his ladies had changed from their more business like attire into what looked like RAF uniforms. They all had the stripes of a Flying Officer (the lowest grade of Commissioned Officer) and pilots wings. While his people sat in the front two rows on one side of the auditorium, Harry mounted the stage.
"Prime Minister Major, Gentlemen," he began, "welcome to RAF Pottersport." Harry then gave them a brief history of the base, the role Charenwell played during the Second World War in the defense of Britain and his Grandfather's personal contributions to that great crusade, as he called it.
"I take it there's a reason we're here?" the Prime Minister said.
Harry nodded. "What we've discussed so far is the current state of affairs in magical Britain as we understand them – and we believe we have a good handle on that – and actions I've taken or am taking to … change things. Despite what we can do right now and are doing, none of these actions are likely to significantly change things back home for the better. At best, what we've done and are doing merely keeps it from getting worse any time soon.
"The most immediate threat to all is Voldemort and his Death Eaters. They've suffered severe setbacks recently, but are not out of it. Even with the losses his combat teams suffered and massive loss of supplies and funds, he still has at least three or four hundred marked followers. Those are the worst of the bastards, gentlemen. To get their marks – as we've said – they have to be cold blooded killers and prove that they are. We can't very well let them run about just 'cause their not as likely to make a move to take over as they were a month ago.
"Dumbledore is also still a threat. Bastard can't help himself. He's suffered some major blows, but he never needed the money the other group needed and unfortunately he's not dead. The slick bastard will recover and will get back to his plans for world domination by stealth.
"The reason both of these vile ones will recover in time is because the people tasked with stopping them won't. The magical government of Britain is functionally and mentally incapable of taking any action against major families; and it's the major families that are the bulk of the two evil bastards' followers. So long as the government of magical government remains committed – as it has for hundreds of years – to the preservation of the interests of a few rather than the protection and interests of all, this crisis remains.
"The bottom line, gentlemen, is this: First, Voldemort and his Death Eaters must be wiped out. Second, Dumbledore and his followers must be utterly defeated, even if this also means wiping them out. Finally, unless you want your grandchildren or great-grandchildren meeting with me or my heir some years down the road to deal with the same nonsense again, the government of magical Britain must be replaced and governing class stripped of its privileges. A government that represents and protects the interests of all the people must be set up and, through education and other means sustained until such time as that is what expected.
"Unfortunately, we currently lack the tools necessary to do this.
"In 1805," Harry continued, "the Crown called upon the Duke to honor his ties and send men to fight Bonaparte. Our Duke responded sending a regiment of infantry and a company of cavalry. They were mostly magical, but fought with the same weapons as the rest of the British Army. Their magic made them less susceptible to illness and their doctors and healing techniques meant our wounded soldiers most often recovered. They fought with distinction in Spain and later at the Battle of Waterloo. In 1914, your King called upon us again, and another regiment went to France, only to be slaughtered at the Somme as were so many others. We answered the call a third time in 1939, sending well more than a thousand into His Majesty's Armed Forces to fight the Germans. But between your country's calls, we've maintained no army whatsoever.
"Now a civil war is raging – for lack of a better word – in magical Britain and it threatens your country just as much if not more so than Bonaparte or the Germans. We believe we can help you win this conflict. We want to help you and are offering our help. Our problem is we don't have an army."
"And that's where we come in?" Major General Churchill asked.
"You've been in the business, General," Harry replied. "You guys know what's what."
"We not in the magical war business."
"Ah! Yes … well. Fewer than ten percent of all magicals can qualify for magical combat training," Harry replied. "You gotta be really good and really smart."
"And why is that?" the Prime Minister asked.
"This is a wand," Harry said. "Don't worry, it's not loaded."
"And what is a wand aside from wizard kit?" the Defense Minister asked.
"A magical device tailed to the wizard," Hermione replied, "crafted to all expressive magic to be focused and directed in a coherent form to achieve a desired result."
"The text book answer," Harry chuckled. "It's a tool for spell casting. Now, each spell is unique and is cast at least slightly differently than any other. To finish school, we learn … what's the standard?"
"Three hundred individual spells," Minerva replied, "mostly in charms and transfiguration and the remainder in defensive magic, our version of your basic self defense."
"How many to make Auror?" Harry asked.
"Figure you almost double it, and perfect many of the ones you learned before," Dora said.
"And, I guess it's kinda like learning to read and write Chinese," Harry said. "We learn one spell at a time before moving on to the next one in each discipline. That takes a long time. How long to train for Basic Auror? That's our police/soldier type right out of initial training," Harry added.
"Three years," Dora said, "although figure another three before they are fully qualified on average."
"You see our problem?" Harry asked. "We need more than a handful of folks and we sure can't wait until 2002 or later.
"But, if you must know, guns are quite effective against wizards."
"So you want a conventional ground force?" the General asked. "Tanks and artillery too?"
"Er … you're way ahead of me. I can't see a need for tanks. We need infantry mainly."
"Will they get any magical training?"
"Yes Sir," Dora said. "First aid, some close combat stuff. Those are easy enough to work in, we think."
"And there's also the issue of range," Harry continued. "Up close, this wand is a deadly weapon. Much beyond twenty meters … well while some spells can get that far, you can't hit much. Aim's right terrible for all but an area spell and those aren't generally as useful. A rifle, on the other hand, well… And there's rate of fire. I can get off one or two spells a second for a bit. I'm pretty sure you can shoot faster and from farther away than I can cast and I'm told it won't take you six years to train me up as a basic combat soldier."
"Six months, more like," the General said. "Longer if you're looking for certain specializations such as urban combat specialists, demolitions types and certainly Special Forces. Even then, it won't take six years."
"So," Harry said, "we can either field a combat force capable of dealing with Death Eaters and the like in a year or less with your help, or three to six years on our own. As we're paying for it either way, I'd rather have soldiers sooner than later."
"And an Air Force?" Air Vice Marshall Graham asked. "You think you have a use for these relics?"
"We already can train pilots to fly them. Eight of us are already in training from my family with eleven others. Another twenty-one start next week and we're shooting for twenty every two weeks until we're manned. We have or soon will have two squadrons of Tiger Moth trainers and have two more we can assemble. Our combat force will ultimately consist of three squadrons each of Lancasters, Bostons, Spitfires and Typhoons and maybe four of the Dakotas. But, we have no modern weapons and no one here as combat training. As for relics, the enemy has neither planes nor air defenses. If we can make these planes reach and hit the targets, there's nothing the bad guys can do to stop up. That's a huge force…"
"Multiplier," Hermione finished.
Harry nodded. "I got the planes and can get pilots, why not use them?"
"So in the case of the Air Force, you're asking for both teachers and technical assistance, but not aircraft?" the Air Vice Marhall observed.
"That is correct, Sir."
"And you or your country is footing the bill?" the Prime Minister asked,
"That is our intention, Sir."
"General? Air Vice Marshall?"
"My – er – staff and I would like a week or so to come up with requirements before I can make a recommendation to the Defense Minister, Sir," General Churchill said.
"I can have an idea of what might be needed by then as well," Air Vice Marshall Graham agreed.
The Prime Minister nodded. "Get on it. No promises other than we'll see what we can do, Lord Harry."
"I would have been surprised if there had been at this point, Sir," Harry agreed.
"But Her Majesty has made this a priority," the Prime Minister added. "And as I won't have to go to Parliament for the money, or so it seems, we might be able to move somewhat quickly."
"We appreciate that, Sir."
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 = OC
Gr – 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 (SG-5); CONCUBINE (BLACK).
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 (Gr-4); CONCUBINE (BILL WEASLEY).
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 (Hu-5); CONCUBINE (NEVILLE).
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, (Hu-4); CONCUBINE (FRED).
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 (Ra-4); CONCUBINE (GEORGE).
11. Selene Adams, age 13 (Ra-2); CONCUBINE (GEORGE).
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).