CHAPTER FORTY-TWO: SCHEDULES
SATURDAY, JULY 20th, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell.
Harry looked at the three woman seated in front of him. In the span of a minute he was being asked to change focus from the plans for the families of over one hundred Consorts and Concubines to his scheduling issues, an even more massive headache.
"I see," he said. "And you have a solution to this?"
Hermione nodded. She handed him a large, polished wood box. He opened it and saw an hourglass lying on a silk like cushion.
"Don't you think a watch is more effective?" he asked with some confusion. "What good is an hourglass?"
"That's not an hourglass, Harry," Hermione said with a smirk.
"Then what is it? Is it magical?"
Hermione nodded. "And it is something you have used before."
"A time turner? But you said those are dangerous if misused!"
"It is your family's time turner, Harry," Hermione said.
"There was a time when powerful Houses had their own time turners," Cissy continued. "The British Ministry confiscated most of them a few hundred years ago when a group of Dark Wizards got their hands on some and started causing trouble."
"But," Hermione said, "as Charenwell is outside their jurisdiction, your family's Time Turner was never taken."
"But you said they shouldn't be used," Harry said looking at Hermione.
"Harry," Hermione replied looking at him in a way she had before when scolding him about homework, "do you honestly think I would have been allowed to use one just to attend class if they were really dangerous? The risk is not in the use, it's in the abuse."
"It's why so much magic is regulated in Britain," Cissy added. "Apparition and portkeys are useful, but they can also be used for nefarious purposes. The same is true of animagus forms and any other magic that could aid the would-be criminal or subversives. Were magic not controlled, it is doubtful our current government would have survived as long as it has given that it seems to go out of its way to alienate if not enrage the vast majority of the people it governs. It's also why it controls the press to the degree it does."
"But Hermione, you said that if I had done what I wanted I might have ruined everything!" Harry protested. "I'd go crazy if I saw myself or something."
"Harry," Hermione said, "at the time the only person in Hagrid's Hut who knew about time turners was me. You would not have known what to make of you coming in and catching or killing Pettigrew 'cause the 'you' in the Hut both didn't know the rat was the real betrayer of your parents nor that one could go back in time.
"I occasionally ran into me that year, Harry. It was not a problem really as both of me knew about the time turner. Now, I'm not saying you should have a heart to heart with yourself or something. That would be…"
"Weird," Harry finished.
"But as we all would know about this and so would you, seeing two of you would not be a big deal, especially given the reason you will be using this."
"Okay. So I won't go 'round the twist…"
"And neither will we," Luna added.
"I'm listening," Harry said.
"First of all, I am not going to recommend its use every day of the week. I'm thinking that you will not use it on Saturdays or Sundays unless it is absolutely necessary for some reason. That being said, this Time Turner is not like the one I had. It only has – er – one setting. It will take you back exactly twenty-four hours; no more and no less.
"So, on a typical Sunday night you will sleep in your Chambers with two of your ladies. Monday morning, you will get up and go about your day. You will dine in the family dining room. That night – for now – you would retire to the Mistress's Bedchambers with two of your ladies. The next morning, after your bedmates leave for breakfast, you will use your Time Turner and go back a day, so that when you sit down for breakfast, it will be Monday again. This time, you'll eat in the Second Floor Dining Room and then go about your second Monday. That night, you will sleep with two more of your ladies in one of the empty Second Floor suites for now. The next morning, you turn time again and eat breakfast on the Ground floor before repeating Monday one more time. That night, you sleep in your Master's Bedchambers again and this time you don't repeat Monday, but begin Tuesday."
"Confusing," Harry said.
"We'll have a schedule for you to keep it all straight," Cissy said.
"Okay, and what do I do with these days?"
"One day will be for your Duke and Head of House duties," Cissy said. "The other day will be for training. For now that will be both magical and physical training. The third day will be for your flying school, although when magical school starts up, it will be for that. Now when magical school starts, we hope your magical training needs will be less time consuming so that all your military training will occur on the training day."
"Each of us will help you with each of the day's schedules and make sure you don't get – er – lost and confused," Hermione said. "Cissy is in charge of your Duke schedule and will be your primary assistant on those days. Luna will handle your training days and I will handle your school days, naturally."
"Naturally," Harry said. "That takes care of my projects schedule, but what about you?"
"It helps that too, Harry," Hermione said. "Remember how I said you sleep in different bedrooms?"
Harry nodded.
"On Monday through Friday nights, when you sleep in the Master's Bedchamber, you sleep with me and another witch."
"When you're sleeping in the Mistress's Bedchamber," Luna said, "it will be with me and another witch."
"And the second floor bedroom," Hermione continued, "it will be either two witches, the birthday girl or for now the most recent addition to your harem on her bonding night. Luna and I will work out the sleeping schedules. Under this schedule – and assuming no birthday girls – you will sleep with all your ladies at least one a week. Also, each day will have three designated 'Harry Times' for the others. Since you now have plenty of time probably, you can afford it. During those times, you are allowed to have fun with two ladies who would not be sharing your bed that night. This means, assuming we take advantage of the schedule, you can have your way with all of us every week day and still have time for everything else."
"We'll work out the details for that bit," Luna said. "Our thinking now is one day's girls will have their Harry time in the Library, another group in the Great Room and the third group in the Second Floor Sitting Room. They, of course, are not required to have their Harry time, but if they beg out, there's always tomorrow for them and, fair bet, a willing replacement."
"I'm confused," Harry said. "I can see how it's possible to be with all my girls in one day that way, but your numbers don't add up for the nights. I'm with you two and four others every night during the week. That's twenty-two. I assume the other two are on the weekend?"
"Sunday night," Hermione said.
"And what about you two?"
"We can go a day without you in our bed," Luna said. "Besides, Hermione and I get you all to ourselves every Saturday night."
"Unless that's a birthday," Hermione added, "Then we get our weekend Harry time the next day."
"We know you like having us together," Luna purred.
Is it that obvious, Harry thought to himself? "What if something happens?"
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"Like at the end of Third Year," Harry replied, "what if something happens that I really need to or want to change?"
"We'll have time to talk about it," Hermione said.
"How so?"
"Because, although it will mostly be just you playing with time the Time Turner can affect more than one person. Should something happen, we can go back, figure out if it needs to be fixed and then go back again and fix it. Hopefully nothing like that will occur, but we did think about it."
Harry nodded. "Hopefully," he agreed. "So when do you want to start this?"
"Is Monday too soon?" Luna asked.
Harry shrugged. "I asked for help with the scheduling. If you think Monday is when we should get going, then I guess Monday's fine. Why Monday?"
"You think you can do all you're doing and have time for more bondings?" Cissy asked. "You barely had time for anything other than flying this past week."
"And you have three next week," Hermione said. "Katie Bell is due in Monday. Connie Plumber is scheduled for Wednesday and the Patils on Friday."
"And we can guess you'll want plenty of time for them," Luna giggled.
"I suppose," Harry said rolling his eyes. On the surface, his lifestyle might seem like a teenage boy's dream come true. The reality was it was almost a nightmare. It would be so easy if he didn't care at all about them, but he was not that way. This would help them almost as much as it helped him. Who knows? Maybe he could convince them to allow five Time Turned days for every "normal" day. That would allow him to sleep with every one of his witches every night. But he supposed the problem with that was what to do with the extra three days. Oh well. "Okay, fine then."
"So, can we now talk about your schedule for next week?" Cissy asked.
"Might as well," Harry sighed.
"Later today," Hermione said, "if it's okay with you, we think we should have a meeting of your key people. We need to speak with our people in Britain and find out what's happening. You really haven't had time to do that this past week."
Harry nodded. He asked for help with his schedule. One should be careful with what one asks for as you might get it.
"Tomorrow," Luna said, "we suggest a luncheon or something similar here at the Manor. Nothing too fancy."
"For what?"
"For the families of the Charenwell girls who have returned," Hermione said.
Harry nodded. "On one condition," he said, "this is on a not to interfere with my weekly Brunch at Martha's basis."
"We wouldn't dream of that, Harry," Luna said. "Now, aside from the families, is there anyone else you would want to invite?"
"Neville and…"
"We included those in the families, Harry," Hermione said.
"Er…"
"What about your sister, Harry? She is family, you know."
"And," Luna said, "aside from two balls you really have seen little of her. Don't you like her?"
"It's not that," Harry sighed. "I just don't want her to think I'm trying to take her away from her family."
"That's no reason to ignore her altogether, Harry," Hermione said in an almost scolding tone.
"Fine," Harry surrendered.
"And now that you have time, we may need to schedule her in as well…"
"SHE'S MY SISTER!"
"We didn't mean that way, Harry," Luna said. "We meant like for lunch and stuff so you can begin to become her brother."
"Oh. Okay. And if it's family, we probably should invite Cousin Samantha and her family as well."
"What about your other Cousin?" Luna asked. "You two seemed to get along."
"Dudley?" Harry asked. "Okay fine, but not his parents!"
Luna shrugged.
"The Lord Mayor has asked if Thursday is good for you for a meeting with the British Prime Minister and his people," Cissy added.
"Is it?"
Cissy nodded. "We'll need to arrange a schedule for the visit. I'd recommend a lunch here and maybe talks at the airfield…"
"Why there?"
"You're looking for military aid," Hermione said. "It would show you're serious, especially if we have flight training at the time."
Harry nodded. So much for a relaxing Saturday.
SATURDAY, JULY 20th, 1996 – Pottersport, Charenwell.
Vernon Dursley might have been one of the most narrow minded, self obsessed and bigoted examples of a higher primate, but he did understand some things. Most critically, he understood the need for and income and realized that if he stuck to his guns, he would lose his job and be stuck in a country full of freaks. He found his way to work on Friday. Actually, he swallowed his pride and asked his neighbor and Production Manager Andre Wilson. Not that he could have gone to work sooner as his car was not delivered until Thursday afternoon. Work was in a trailer at a construction site some twenty-five miles from where he now lived. He would have grumbled about that, except he was no further away from Grunnings here than he had been in Britain. Actually he was closer to work. And the traffic here was practically non-existent compared to Britain so he was only half an hour away.
Vernon had to admit he was impressed. If what his production manager had said was correct, a month ago there was nothing where his future plant was located; nothing except for a lonely stretch of road along the coast. Now, while it was obvious nothing was finished, there were steel frames going up along a wide, five lane road along the coast and his own plant was both huge and framed out. Wilson explained the speed of construction was because of magic, a word Vernon knew he would have to get used to here. The steel was fastened together the same way as it was back in non-magical Britain, but magic eliminated the need for time consuming cranes. When the ironworkers were ready for another steel beam, it was there in place in seconds. Vernon did his best not to notice that it seemed most of the workers were short and had pointed ears.
The factory building itself might well be done by mid August, much sooner than it could have been built back home and Vernon was pleased to learn he did not have to worry about labor strikes by the construction workers. To his dismay he learned that there were labor unions in this Country, but oddly there had been few strikes at all. He was a little put out to learn that Andre's estimate as to when they would be up and running was accurate. The labor would be mostly imported from Britain and given the immigration restrictions that would take time. Even then, the labor could not begin to relocate until the housing was available, and it was obviously still under construction. But the real delay was that magic could not speed up the manufacture and delivery of the equipment as that was still done non-magically and overseas. The best guess is they would be making bullets and such by November.
Vernon was in the living room going through mounds of paper that now demanded his attention when the phone rang. Petunia was out shopping for food and Dudley was just plain out. Vernon was convinced that witch he called a girlfriend had done some kind of vile hocus pocus on the boy, but was not about to say anything given that it was now clear if he pushed, he or his wife or both of them would be out on the street. It turned out the flat really was in the boy's name and, as it was owned by the Duke himself, the fact Dudley was only sixteen was not important.
"Dursley residence," Vernon growled into the phone.
"Good morning Mr. Dursley," a woman's voice replied. "My name is Cissy Black, Personal Secretary to His Highness Duke Harry the First. Is Mr. Dudley Dursley available?"
"No he isn't," Vernon growled back. "He's out."
"I see," the voice replied slowly. It sounded very aristocratic. "Would you please inform Mr. Dudley Dursley that his presence is requested at a luncheon tomorrow at one o'clock here at the Manor? Casual attire and he may bring his date."
"And just how will he attend? I'm not about to drive him goodness knows where!"
"I am sorry to hear that, but it would not have been necessary. A car will be sent to bring him here. It will await Mr. Dursley either at your flat or at Miss Jasper's. His Highness is looking forward to it and hopes you are settling in well."
"We were kidnapped!" Vernon shot back. "That little bastard had us taken, and you expect us to sit back and enjoy it? I should sue the lot of you."
"I am sorry to hear of that, Sir," the voice replied sounding bored, "but your reaction was not unanticipated. First of all, your transfer here was perfectly routine. You are well aware of your company's position on such things. Second of all, you are hardly being held prisoner…"
"Can't go home, can we?"
"You know your company would not welcome a failure back with open arms. You are well compensated, Mr. Dursley. And as for law suits, there has been a review and audit of His Highness's Accounts. It seems you received ten thousand a year for his upkeep when he lived with your family. He would be well within his rights to demand you account for each and every penny you received from November 1st, 1981 through June 22nd, 1996 and repay any and all amounts that were not used for his immediate benefit. Good day."
She hung up before Vernon could even begin to shout at her about freaks and anything else he could think of.
SATURDAY, JULY 20th, 1996 - The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, U.K.
Ron Weasley came down the stairs bored out of his mind. The week following the reading of the will had left him with just his Mum. His dad had left them, not that it bothered him in the least as it proved that the man was not a Dumbledore supporter and thus of questionable value. But the man had said Ron would be rewarded this summer for his efforts with befriending Harry Potter. True, he thought, that Granger bitch was beyond him now, but Dumbledore had promised him a wench and Hermione was just one. The Old Man promised and as far as Ron was concerned the old bat had broken the promise. Where was his slag? She was promised and yet she was not there. No wonder people were now starting to ignore the old man.
Ron sat down at the table and waited for his breakfast. He had to admit things were incredibly boring this summer. He was the only one of the kids in his family still at home. Bill had moved out years ago, but returned with that French hottie around Christmas. He moved out again about two weeks ago and Molly believed he and his French tart had left the country altogether. Charlie had not been home much at all since finishing Hogwarts in 1991. Percy had sent his Mum a letter not long after the reading of the Will, but he still lived in London. It seemed he was trying to get in his Mother's good books now that Arthur had left. Fred and George had disappeared as well. It was believed they had left the country. And Ginny was dumb enough to get caught with a love potion and was now Potter's little sex slave in all probability. Ron didn't believe the conniving little slut knew nothing about the potions.
His mother served him breakfast and he ate slowly for him. It was odd how quite the house was. But, aside from maybe Charlie, the rest of his family had abandoned them. Bunch of traitors, Ron thought. Everyone he knew it seemed was a traitor. Harry had betrayed him in so many ways, not in the least of which by somehow taking Hermione from him. The bastard knew Hermione was supposed to by Ron's play thing, but he had taken her anyway, probably because he could and could use the bint to rub his Boy-Who-Lived stuff in Ron's nose yet again. The bastard had three other women! Why did he need Hermione as well? Okay, two of them were Slytherin skanks, so they didn't count and why anyone would want Looney Lovegood was beyond him.
Then again, Potter was getting laid in all probability and Ron Weasley, who was supposed to have his own piece of tail to pleasure him whenever he felt the need, was still left with just his imagination. Dumbledore had promised him a whore of his own. But the man seemed to be quite untrustworthy. His mother blamed the old man for ruining her family. There was something to that. Dumbledore's plans had failed quite spectacularly and had Ron not been hoping for Granger as his pet, he might have found the old man's recent troubles funny.
He had heard things weren't going well for Dumbledore. There was an article in the Daily Prophet that said Dumbledore had lost his position as Chief Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards. It said the only reason he was still Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot was because of some kind of quorum thing which meant the Wizengamot couldn't vote on anything. This was good news for the Minister for Magic, as it also meant that despite the fact everyone wanted him out of office, the Wizengamot could not force him to leave. Naturally, Fudge was back to his old tricks of blaming everything on Dumbledore. His most recent rant accused the old man of harboring a fugitive and losing control of Harry Potter. Ron smirked remembering that article.
The Prophet was also back to its old standby of accusing Potter of all sorts of things most notably the brutal rape and victimization of Ron's sister. To read that paper one would have thought Ginny was an innocent girl, something Ron's Mum believed but Ron was certain she had lost her innocence some time ago. Dean had bragged about all the "fun" he had with Ginny. Unless Dean was lying, which Ron had no reason to believe he was, Ginny was insatiable, whatever that meant. Michael Corner also had been known to tell all about Ginny and had almost been beaten senseless for describing her naked body when Ron could hear. As much as a part of him hated what Harry did to his sister, Ron did not believe she was even close to being a virgin when Harry claimed her. She wasn't much better than a concubine to begin with, he thought. Of course, he could never tell his Mum that.
As was typical practically since his father moved out, his Mum pretty much left him alone at the Burrow as soon as she finished with breakfast. Ron didn't mind and was pleased she wasn't around to nag him about homework or chores. No sooner then she had left and an owl arrived with a letter. Ron could see it was for him and was from Dumbledore. He grudgingly gave the owl a knut for its trouble, and the damned bird had the audacity to seem insulted before flying off.
He opened the envelope and there were three pieces of parchment inside. The first was a letter from Dumbledore.
Dear Mr. Ronald Weasley:
I apologize for the delay in getting these to you, but as you can imagine I have been fairly busy this summer. Enclosed is title to a witch as promised. I regret Ms. Granger was unavailable for sale as she had already been bound by the time of the Auction. I also regret the witch in question is a little older than you might have liked, but the young witches were far too expensive this year, selling for at least 2000 Galleons, so you can see this was the best I could do.
To claim her as yours, all you need do is touch your wand to the seal on her title. This will bring her to you, but will not bind her to you. To do that, state the following:
"I, Ron Bilius Weasley, by virtue of a valid Purchase and Assignment, claim you Martha Hillary Graham as my Concubine in mind, body, heart, soul and magic from this day forward, to do as I please, until death or sale shall separate you from my House."
You then order her to take off all her clothes and then you have your way with her. But to complete the bond, she must perform oral sex on you and you must have intercourse with her. Now, you should be advised that under our law she is your responsibility. You are required to see that she is fed properly and that she has decent clothes to wear in public. I set up an account in your name with about 2000 Galleons to see to her needs for the foreseeable future. Also enclosed is title to 17B High Street Hogsmeade where she may reside during the school year. You should know that having a concubine allows you to leave the school to enjoy her company whenever you wish, but you are still expected to attend classes and do your course assignments.
Enjoy!
Ron looked at the next parchment which stated it was Title to Martha Hillary Graham, born June 21st, 1975 and that she had been a concubine since July 1991 and was said to be talented in the sexual arts, which got Ron's heart going. Okay, so she was a little old, so what? He went up to his bedroom and looked through the mess for the package he had bought during the Christmas holidays when he thought he would be getting Hermione. He really wanted that bossy bitch to wear it, but it really didn't matter, did it? He soon found the dog collar and leash, perfect for leading his pliant little slut around. He then dropped his trousers, touched his wand to the parchment and waited.
SATURDAY, JULY 20th, 1996 - Potter Manor, Charenwell.
The much delayed meeting of Harry's Order gathered in the large banquette room on the Ground Floor. With the additions over the weeks, to include the thirty-nine concubines who had been bound to Harry or the others since the last meeting, the group had outgrown the Family Dining Room.
Harry began the meeting by telling the others all that he had done since the last meeting, which was before the Will Reading. In addition to summarizing his actions at the Will Reading, he also discussed the confiscated witches they had recently added. He also mentioned the auction, but would allow Dora to answer any questions in that regard. He discussed at length both the Charenwell Air Force and his meeting with the Queen. Finally, he discussed his new plans for a town near the Manor for the families of the concubines.
"So as you can see," Harry summed up, "and despite rumors to the contrary, I have been fairly busy since we last met beginning what we need to do here to prepare for war."
"An' here we thought you're just too busy with the ladies," Mad-eye said. "I do hope you're not neglecting them too much."
"A schedule is being worked out in that regard," Harry said, "and that's all I'm going to say about that."
"Not even how many of 'em are preggers?" Mad-eye asked.
"Three of my ladies are, if you must know," Harry said. "Mallory is expecting a son. We hope to know what Minnie is having this week and we learned Dora's expecting as well in my family. Neville's Consort and his Amber are also expecting, as is Fleur, Fred's concubine Verity and George's Consort Angelina. I wouldn't be surprised if more join their ranks when Mallory conducts her test on Monday.
"However, as amusing as my life has become, what I have been sorely lacking since I left Gringotts London over a week ago is news about what's happening in Magical Britain."
"Stirred up a hornet's nest, you did," Mad-eye said. "Dumbledore's fit to be tied, he is. He was ousted from his post with the I.C.W. last week. Coming on the heels of getting the sack as Her Majesty's Magical Counselor and he's one pissed of wizard, to say the least. I wouldn't recommend any of you lot setting foot back in Britain for the time being."
"Have no intention of doing so," Harry said.
"On the down side," Mad-eye continued, "it looks like Dumbledore will retain his position as Chief Warlock."
"Why?"
"'Cause the Wizengamot can't do anything," Mad-eye said. "Can't even oust that good for nothing Fudge. Seems almost have of the votes done vanished."
"What do you mean vanished?" Harry asked.
"You and Lord and Lady Longbotttom control close to half of all the votes. The three of you are two young to be seated and none of you have assigned a proxy. Consequently, even if everyone else shows up, there is no quorum. Without a quorum, the morons can't even open a session, much less oust Dumbledore or Fudge or legislate their way out of the mess you've caused."
"Do you think we should assign proxies?" Harry asked.
"No bloody way," Mad-eye replied. "Whoever exercises those votes will have a bloody huge target on them. If Dumbledore doesn't move against them, a fair bet the Death Eaters will. That lot's pissed off as well."
"Guess they're rather pissed as well," Harry chuckled.
"They lost ninety percent of everything they had," Mad-eye said. "Even that pet of Dumbledore's Snape got clobbered."
"I even have one of his old Concubines," Remus said.
"And I am much better off, thank you very much," a witch named Amelia Carpenter said.
"That makes two of us," Georgina Parker said. She was the fraternal twin of Shelly Parker and they were both now bound to George Weasley.
"I wonder what that greasy git would do if he knew his women were now bound to two people he hates," Harry said.
"If we're lucky, he might have a stroke and we'd be done with him," Remus said.
"Why would Snape have concubines?" Hermione asked. "The man's shagging just about every female student in his House!"
"Because he can," Daphne offered.
"And because he can't shag us over the Hols," Astoria added.
"Not to mention it seems to be their way of entertaining important guests," Stacey added angrily. "Should have snuffed the lot of them, if you ask me."
"It will probably come to that in the end," Harry said. "The Death Eaters are beyond redemption as Snape's treatment of the witches in his House bears out. And until they are gone, the rest of our world is not safe. Still, the useless bastard has some uses."
"As what?" Georgina asked.
"He's a spy for Dumbledore," Kingsley said, "and Moody and I a privy to his information, so arguably he's a spy for us in a way."
"Without baggage," Harry said. "We're under no obligation to keep him safe. Dumbledore probably is for some reason."
"As nasty as he is," Kingsley said, "he still provides valuable information about Voldemort and the Death Eaters. It was from him that we recently learned Voldemort had been in a coma since June the twenty-third and only recently recovered somewhat."
"So he didn't order the attacks on the Ministry Six?" Susan Longbottom asked.
"He ordered them," Kingsley said. "He just was out of it when they happened. Although it is doubtful he would have been involved in those attacks. It's not his style. None of the targets were high enough on his list as it were. Arguably, only Harry is. Still, it is doubtful his involvement would have made a great difference. The bottom line is the Death Eaters lost about two thirds of their combat power since the beginning of June and lost most of their finances and supplies. They've taken a huge hit and it will take them a while to recover."
"You say he fell into a coma or something on the twenty-third?" Hermione asked.
Kingsley nodded. "That is what Snape reported."
"That was the day Harry and I bound! That's consistent with our theory that the bonding affected his horcruxes."
"Dumbledore apparently went after one last week," Kingsley said. "Or at least he said he as an idea where one is."
"Did he get it?"
Kingsley shrugged. "No idea. He hasn't said anything. Then again, he's spending much of his spare time trying to find a way to keep the Goblins away and avoid being asked to pay the Ministry's reparations. They have strongly suggested he should pay most of the four point two million that Harry demanded for the illegal enslavement of his citizens."
"What's this?" a voice asked. It was one of the Charenwell girls.
"The Duke made a demand for reparations against the British Magical Government," Kingsley said. "They have until August tenth to pay 100,000 Galleons for each of the forty-two Charenwell witches illegally enslaved between 1989 and 1995."
"The payment will be to compensate the families," Harry said.
"What about the sixteen of us who have been returned?" Fiona Simpson asked. She was one of Harry's Girls.
"They don't know that," Harry said. "And you're still Concubines. Your life may be a lot better than you could have imagined, but that doesn't change what happened to you or your families. Even if I could get the other twenty-six returned, they would still have to be bound to someone. I have no intention of cutting those bastards any slack whatsoever."
"In that vein," Remus said, "I have directed our Ambassador to the I.C.W. to record our claim with them."
"What will that do?" Harry asked.
"Among other things," Remus said, "now that Dumbledore is out as Supreme Mugwump, it means that if we impose sanctions on Britain, it is far more probable other nations will impose similar sanctions. Britain has been able to ignore the I.C.W. for years and ignore its rules and such because as Supreme Mugwump, Dumbledore could keep them from having to suffer any form of international scrutiny. That, obviously, has changed. Britain will have a rough go of it from now on."
"And the I.C.W. will stay out of our way when we declare war?" Harry asked.
"Given that Her Majesty is in accord with your plan, they would be hard pressed to find any reason to intervene directly," Remus said. "That's not to say they won't try and get the parties to negotiate…"
"Negotiate what?" Harry asked. "I do believe I have sufficient justification as it now stands to declare war, don't I?"
"You do," Remus agreed. "But I'm sure the I.C.W. would like to avoid that."
"I'm sure they would," Harry replied. "The problem is I can see no terms short of the total unconditional surrender and an occupation designed to take that society down. Anything less is counter-productive. That being said, we are a long way from being ready for a war."
"Do you really see us as being an occupying force?" Remus asked. "That may require far more people than would be needed to take Britain in the first place."
"It need not be just us," Harry said. "What we have now is time; time to prepare, time to raise and Army and Air Force and time to work with our allies and find new ones. An international coalition might be better suited as an occupation force, provided they are progressive in nature and not just more of the same rubbish."
Remus nodded and Harry noted both he and Cissy were writing notes.
"So my next question is," Harry said, "will Dumbledore or the Ministry pay?"
"Dumbledore is selling off as much as he can," Kingsley said.
"I am aware of that, seeing as we now own title to a fair few Hogwarts girls. I dare say there won't be much of a dating pool for the blokes," Harry chuckled. "Between those who've already been bound and those who will be, Hogwarts will be short fourteen Gryffindors, seventeen Hufflepuffs, fifteen Ravenclaws and five Slytherins. That's about one out of every four girls if I'm not mistaken."
"That many?" Mad-eye asked.
"And the damage falls more heavily on the upper years," Hermione said. "Of the eighteen girls in our year, twelve are or will be here. Gryffindor won't have any. Ravenclaw is left with just Lisa Turpin. Three Slytherins are left and two Hufflepuffs. Seventh years lost six of twenty-two. Fifth years lost nine of twenty-five. Fourth years lost thirteen of twenty-six. Third years lost ten of twenty-eight girls. Even second year lost one of theirs."
Harry nodded. "Those are just the ones who are still in school. The total number of Concubines and Consorts as a result of this plan will be a hundred and two."
"Bloody hell!" Mad-eye said. "I assume you mean none will be attending school in Britain?"
"Why would we want to do that?" Luna asked.
"Good point."
"So the question remains, will Dumbledore or the Ministry pay?" Harry asked.
"As for Dumbledore," Mad-eye said, "he's making one hell of an effort. My guess is he doesn't want to deal with the Goblins if he can avoid it."
"I guess having him run through with a Goblin sword was a bit much to hope for," Harry sighed.
"There's more, Harry," Kingsley said. "Your little display at the Ministry made all the papers. About half the Order has quit. Now this may be a temporary thing to show their disgust with Dumbledore's tactics or it may be more permanent. The few who have talked to me said that the damage to the Death Eaters in recent weeks makes walking away for now easier as the threat is not as obvious. Bloody fools if they believe that, but what hurts Dumbledore helps us, I'm afraid."
"The idea was to knock all of them for a loop," Harry said. "As safe as Charenwell is, I'd rather have them busy with things other than trying to find me. Speaking about that, I am curious as to how and why the Dursleys are here."
"I thought you were getting on with your Cousin Dudley," Hermione said.
"It appears he's changed, but it's too early to tell," Harry admitted. "The question remains. I've been told the wards would prevent anyone who is a threat to me or this country."
"They're Muggles, Harry," Remus said. "They might have been right bastards to you at Privet Drive, but can you honestly see them as a threat now?"
Harry had to admit they were not all that threatening now that they were outnumbered by magical ten to one.
"The intent based wards are for magical threats," Remus continued. "Muggles are kept at bay by Muggle Repelling wards, disillusionment wards and the fact this place is unplottable. Magicals are not so easily deterred, hence the intent wards for them and anything they might think to send our way.
"As for how they got here, you did express concern for their well being given the magical threats to them."
Harry nodded. "Now that I'm gone if the Death Eaters didn't kill them Dumbledore might. I don't like them, but that doesn't mean I want them dead."
"Your Uncle's company is a major arms manufacturer and has been for over eighty years. That's one of the industries that would be useful to us and as that company is owned by a company you control, getting them to build a plant here was easy. It turns out your Uncle was next up for a shot at plant manager. Didn't take much effort on our part for his company to make him an offer he couldn't refuse. As for getting him here, he and another family were flown in on one of our planes. The other family is named Wilson. Muggles, although two of their children are listed as magical. Mr. Wilson is a munitions expert and will act as the Production Manager."
"So what you're saying is we're safe from Muggles 'cause they can't find this place?"
"Basically," Remus nodded.
"And those death wards are for magical 'cause they might be able to find us?"
"They haven't really tried, at least not in recent memory. But yes, that was the reason for those wards to – er – deter them if they should become so bold."
"I see," Harry said. "So, what about the Ministry?"
"They are looking for a way out," Kingsley said. "They might be willing to negotiate."
"I will only consider that if they turn over the remaining young women," Harry said. "And they will still owe a hundred thousand for each one they can't find."
"Even though they're already here?"
"Why should the Ministry benefit from another's misfortune," Harry said. "They can't possibly know I already have repatriated sixteen. Moreover, even if they find out, since they did not return them, they can reap no benefit."
"Duly noted."
"So will they pay?"
"They'll probably pay some," Kingsley said. "The Minister's already sent an envoy to the I.C.W. to seek negotiations, as it is clear you won't be showing up for any reason."
"Let me know when we hear from the I.C.W.," Harry said to Remus.
Remus nodded. "And our position?"
"Remains unchanged," Harry said. "A hundred thousand a head. You do know what they did is a justification for war?"
Remus nodded.
"However, you can let them know I might consider less if the others are repatriated."
"You'll have to find them bonds."
"I'm sure we can find them decent homes, Remus," Harry said.
"I wonder if we can get more mileage out of this than just reparations and putting pressure on the Ministry," Dora commented.
"How so?" Harry asked.
"Well, we've been 'debriefing' the girls who had been bound to the enemy and let's just say their stories are shocking."
"I gathered that from Stacey," Harry said.
"Both for our own purposes here at home and for – er – our efforts abroad," Dora continued, "I think we should publicize their mistreatment. We all know what the bond can be if used as originally intended. We also know from them and others how bad it can be and my guess is we've only scratched the surface in a way."
"Oh?"
"The bastards sell of sixty or more every year at those auctions," Dora said. "And that doesn't include private sales or debt claims such as you've also used. Do you really think there is a need for sixty or more women a year? And if there is, why? Think about it. Based upon those numbers, during the seven years I was in school, four hundred and twenty young women were sold at auction. That's larger than the Hogwarts student body. Why so many?
"I mean sure, you can say they're sold because they can be, but still, the numbers don't make much sense when you consider that normally a witch should live over a hundred years following her sale. Given that number, aside from a need for – er – youthful slaves, how can you justify the demand? We know a few of the regular buyers only keep their girls for a few years and then sell them, but still it doesn't make sense. Unless…"
"Unless what?" Harry asked.
"Unless Minerva and Mallory and maybe even Amber are the exception and not the rule."
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"A slave economy can only sustain itself if there is both a constant supply and constant demand," Dora said. "In most slave cultures, the live expectancy of the typical slave was not very long. Some slaves lived long lives, but many died relatively young, thus they needed to be replaced with new labor on a regular basis."
"Are you saying most of the girls die young?" Harry asked.
"I don't know, Harry. I can only talk about my own experiences and what I have learned from the others who 'served' elsewhere. But it is a theory that fits the facts. What need would there be for a concubine Minerva's age in general? Most serve as little more than whores or as domestics. But as most slave holders have house elves, about the only domestic jobs would be as wet nurse, nannies and such. And what happens when the child is older? Amber would have been thirty-five or so when Neville finished school. What would have happened to her?"
"I would have kept her," both Neville and Frank said.
Dora nodded as if she expected that reply. "But what about the pureblood supremacist who sees her as little more than chattel? And what about the Muggle Borns whom they see as animals? Do you honestly think they're pensioned off? What happens to them when they've outlived their uses to their Master and cannot attract another buyer? Do you really think they'd be maintained beyond that point?"
"You're suggesting they're killed?" Hermione asked. "But the bond prevents that."
"It prevents the Master from harming his slave, this is true. But the slave is still mortal. You ever wonder why the Ministry of Magic has an executioner when there is no death penalty?"
"I thought he was for dangerous creatures," Hermione said.
"Like they are common place," Dora snorted. "The Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures might have a case a year, maybe. And yet there's a full time executioner."
"So you're saying the – er – used witches are killed?" Hermione asked in shock.
"It's a theory," Dora said. "But it makes sense in a sick way."
"Anyway to prove it?" Harry asked.
"Not without getting someone to confess," Dora said. "I doubt the bastards even consider it wrong. I also doubt anyone's been keeping tabs on concubines or been looking into their welfare. It could be happening and we'd never know."
"Surely many of them have careers," Alice said. "Minerva did, as did you and Mallory."
"I don't doubt that others do," Dora said. "But if we assume an average of forty witches are bound for the first time each year, and the numbers are probably much higher than that, that means four hundred have entered service since 1976. Since Minerva was bound, even using such a small number there would be over eighteen hundred concubines her age or younger. It's probably in excess of six or seven thousand. The only way to know for certain that a witch is not a Concubine is if she's married, but as a few do marry their binder, even that's not a certainty. Where are those eighteen hundred women – and it's probably a lot more than that?"
"So you think they've been – er – disposed of at some point?" Hermione asked, even though it was clear that was exactly what Dora thought.
"It fits the facts," Dora said.
"Circumstantial evidence at best," Alice said, "but there is a sick logic to it. But so what? What good is this information?"
"One of the challenges Harry faces," Luna said, "is getting the right public opinion on his side. Charenwell has never had to fight a war and certainly not an aggressive one. Unless riled, there would be resistance to a call to arms simply because they really can't see why what happens in far away Britain is of any concern. Likewise, we also want to get the Muggle Borns out. But you're asking them to leave their jobs, their homes, maybe event their families and move to a country they've never heard of. It takes a lot to convince people to so change their lives.
"This could help do that," Luna continued. "We don't have to state it as fact really, just a theory that supports the facts we can prove. The people here will be upset, to say the least, and especially since Dumbledore saw fit to sell their daughters into that hell simply because he felt he could. And do you think the British Muggle Borns will be so keen to keep rooted in a country where their lives are so clearly worth nothing? Being called a Mudblood and being kept out of some careers might be annoying, but not so much to give up being British. But being little more that sheep to the slaughter? You really think the sheep would go there if they had a choice?"
"And your ideas?" Harry asked.
"We publish all we know," Luna said. "We compile what we know and give it to the Charenwell press. Merlin knows it will sell papers. Most of the Muggle Borns at Hogwarts take the Quibbler, so we can also publish there. As we know where the other Muggle Borns are, we could always send them complimentary editions."
"The Ministry will just ban it," Hermione noted.
"Daddy always loved when that happened," Luna said. "Circulation always went through the roof 'cause people wanted to know why it was banned. While they're very good at declaring something as banned, the Ministry has a terrible record when it comes to enforcement."
"She has a point there," Cissy said.
"We need to keep the pressure on," Remus added. "It's not wise to let your opponent catch his breath if you can avoid that."
"But Luna's father…" Harry began.
"The July issue of the Quibbler went out the day he was murdered," Luna said. "That was the reason why he was home on a Monday. We got time to get our August issue ready. Your elves here were quite thorough when they recovered what they could from my old home. Daddy's printing press is in storage here at the Estate along with enough ink and paper for at least 10,000 issues. If Daphne and Astoria and some others are willing to help, we could get an issue out by the first week in August."
"It would have the added benefit of undermining the Ministry should it seek to negotiate more favorable terms," Kingsley said. "I don't think the I.C.W. would look the other way where lives are suggested as lost. They will probably demand an accounting and without Dumbledore to keep the I.C.W. off their backs, the Ministry might well be busy trying to disprove your theory. And I can assure you that at least some member nations in the I.C.W. will be doing their best to prove your theory. A fair few countries have been itching for an opportunity to stick it to arrogant Britain for years."
"All of which ultimately plays into our hands," Remus said. "We can get some support for mobilization here and keep them too busy to cause is problems there. That should aid in our evacuation efforts both by convincing the 'at risk' population to leave and to keep the Ministry looking the other way when they do."
"Okay, let's do it," Harry said. "Anything else for today?"
"Our 'sympathizers' within the Department of Mysteries," Kingsley said. "The ones who gave us the master list of Muggle Borns have been busy again." He reached into a satchel and produced a large book. "This is the master list of lists," he said. "Basically, it's the name and address of every magical in Britain without regard to blood status. DMLE uses this to find warded properties. It's accurate enough to send a post owl and can get you within a half a mile of even the best protected property. What we do is use this book to get close then send a post owl and watch where it goes. It allows us to find the location of even a house under the Fidelius Charm, although we still can't break that. But, it lets us monitor the area just in case. Basically, with this book and some decent intel, we can create accurate target lists."
"Excellent," Harry said. "But there's still the problem of wards."
"Which is what we want to work on," Fred said.
"As we said, jokes are fun," George followed.
"But there are bigger and better things to do with our time," Fred added.
"We're thinking of making some kind of ward detector."
"No idea how it will work.
"But if it works it'll be bloody useful."
"Thinking of using your airplanes for it," Fred said. "Verity and Alicia think it could work."
"We'll need a test location or two," George added.
"And need to learn the wards and see the runes or arithmancy involved."
"But we think we can make something that can…"
"See through wards…"
"For lack of a better word."
"Any other grandiose plans?" Harry asked.
"Loads," the twins said in unison.
"Replenishing charms for ammunition," Fred said.
"Can increase a magazine…"
"Or a plane's guns load…"
"By a factor of five…"
"Or even ten."
"And yet the person or plane doesn't have to carry all that."
"We hope so see some Muggle stuff…"
"Might be able to magically enhance it for our purposes…"
"Or adapt it to work with magic…"
"Or some such, who knows?"
"Sky's the limit!"
"What we'd really like to make are portable ward generators," George said. "You could then drop an anti-apparition ward on the bad guys without them knowing."
"Ward busters too," Fred added. "Still only an idea, but think about something you could toss at a property and bring down wards."
"Bloody useful!"
"What do you need?" Harry asked.
"Time," Fred said.
"And we regret money."
"And wards and a property we can play with."
"I'll see what can be done," Harry said. "And if you have any other brilliant ideas that might aid our little war effort, don't hesitate to talk to us."
"We serve at you pleasure, Your Dukeness!" Fred said.
"Which indirectly brings up another point," Remus said. "You need to let the people know we are preparing for a war."
Harry nodded. "I knew that was coming up sooner or later. What do you recommend?"
"You've already laid the groundwork, Harry," Remus replied. "The articles Luna's proposing should help, but even without them we need to move forward. It's a fair bet we can get legislation through the High Council now. The enslavement of our girls coupled with their keeping you from us is sufficient grounds."
"And the fact they set my parents up to be killed," Harry added. "Not to mention the murder of Duke Charlus. But I don't want to say let's go to war just yet."
"But you need them behind you, Harry," Remus said. "You need them to see the need for an Army and Air Force. The ladies here cannot be the only ones, you know."
Harry nodded. "How soon?"
"Arguably, the sooner the better," Remus said. "They must know that Jamestown is not some folly. They must know just how bad things are in Britain and that what happens in Britain matters. They must know we have already made commitments to the Crown we intend to keep. I'm sure they will understand, especially as it will be a couple of years at least before war is really necessary."
"And a couple of years before we can even hope to carry it out," Harry nodded. "How soon?"
"The sooner the better, Harry," Remus replied.
"I could go on the telly, I suppose," Harry said. "Next week?"
"I'd wait until after your meeting with the Prime Minister and his people," Hermione suggested.
"That would be prudent," Remus agreed.
"Friday then?" Harry asked.
Remus nodded.
"You think we could have the concubine story to the local press by then?" Harry asked Luna.
"We can try," she said.
"Right then," Harry nodded. "Anything else?"
"The Goblins have managed to transport the confiscated property," Bill said. "It's scheduled to arrive by ship sometime next week."
"What do we know about it?"
Bill shrugged. "Just generalities," he replied. "Loads of potions and potions ingredients for certain. The Goblins didn't bother with an inventory as the priority was to get it out of the country before someone figured a way to stop them. There are some other things the Goblins said might be of some interest, but they would like Fleur and I to look it all over when it arrives."
Harry nodded. "You will keep me advised?"
"Of course," Bill said.
SATURDAY, July 20th, 1996 – The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, U.K.
Molly Weasley returned to the Burrow after yet another fruitless day of trying to repair the damage to her family in the wake of the reading of the Will. Bill, Fred and George were nowhere to be found and no one had any idea where they had gone. The only good news, if there was any, was they were not dead. Her special clock showed they were either "at work" or "home" or "travelling," although they obviously had not set foot in the Burrow. She knew wherever they now were they considered it home, just as Charlie considered Romania his home and Percy considered his flat in London home. But wherever this home was, it was not accepting post owls as they all had returned without delivering their letters.
Ginny was also a surprise as her hand also pointed to "home" much of the time. When Molly had first returned to the Burrow after that traitor Potter stole her daughter and last chance at a proper Pureblood life away to become his pleasure slave, the clock had originally said Ginny was "In Mortal Peril." But that had changed by the next morning when it read "home." Molly had hoped that meant she escaped somehow, although from what she knew of the Concubine Bond, that seemed unlikely in the extreme. Molly doubted Potter had taken her as a Consort or that anyone else had either. But something had changed. Still, Ginny was gone and with her any hope of using her to get at a wealthy man's fortune. All she was left with was Ron and maybe Percy although Percy still refused to see her as she was still loyal to Dumbledore. Of the two, Percy was the one most likely to marry into the right family as he was smart, hard working and ambitious. Ron was almost a right off. He was not dumb, but hard working and ambitious were qualities that would never describe the boy.
Arthur had left her and the Order, a double betrayal in her eyes. Leaving her she could understand, even though the man was too bloody noble for his own good. He never understood how the world worked, which explained why he was stuck in a dead end job at the Ministry and unlikely to ever move up significantly. The man was smart enough, but it seemed his son Ron inherited the man's ambition. Fortunately, she had squirreled away money over the years, far more than her husband suspected. They had been payments from Dumbledore for her cooperation and for use of her daughter in time. She could not live the life she wanted, but she could at least keep the Burrow and feed herself and her bottomless pit of a stomach son and still be able to afford to send him for his last two years at Hogwarts.
She entered the Burrow and saw Ron in the living room on the couch. His back was to her and he seemed to be leaning back as if examining the ceiling. She walked in and saw his pants were down around his ankles and there was a young, naked woman whom she had never met kneeling between his legs and performing a wholly unnatural and disgusting act upon his manhood with her mouth.
"RONALD WEASLEY!" she bellowed, breaking the mood as it were. The young woman stopped what she was doing revealing far more of Molly's son than she ever intended to see. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHO IS THIS … THIS … THIS HARLOT?"
Ron struggled to pull up his pants. "Er …," he began, "well Dumbledore did promise…"
"PROMISE WHAT?"
"He'd get me a concubine…"
"As I recall, that promise was for Granger, not any slag off the street!"
"That's not what he told me," Ron said. "Granger was the first option, but I was to be rewarded for doing what I did with Harry."
"And how do you expect to keep her?"
"What do you mean? She's mine now. We bonded and everything!"
"And where will she live? You think of that? How will you pay for her?"
"She's already paid for," Ron started.
"I meant food! The girl's got to eat, you know. Food costs money! And I do hope she has some clothes…"
"Dumbledore said there's an account with 2,000 Galleons for that," Ron began.
"And that's all!" Molly said. "If you have any plans for using it for any other reason, you can forget about it!"
"But Mum, Dumbledore gave that money to me!" Ron protested. He knew he should have bought his Firebolt when he had the chance. Now his Mum was going to ruin anything.
"In case you've forgotten, Ronald Weasley," Molly said, "you're not yet of age! Therefore YOU can't access that account. Now since you've decided to debase yourself and soil this House with that thing, the least I can do is make sure that money is used to keep her healthy. Goodness knows how she was treated before! The girl looks half starved!"
"But Dumbledore…"
"NO BUTS, RONALD! You want to use money for something else, GET A JOB!"
Ron frowned at that.
"Now, just where do you think she'll live?"
"Here of course," Ron said. "And I got a flat in Hogsmeade for when school starts…"
"I don't believe this! Where will she stay when she's here?"
"My room…"
"I don't think so! Are you going to marry her? Because if not she sleeps in another room! No questions! And she will be dressed when she's out of her room! This is not a bordello. You want her for sex? Not out here! Your room or hers! And consider yourself lucky, Mister, that I'll even allow you that much under my roof! Now the lot of you go upstairs and make yourself presentable! AND I WANT YOU BOTH DRESSED AND DOWN HERE IN FIVE MINUTES. You and your toy can spend the afternoon de-gnoming the garden! Goodness knows it's gone to seed in the last week!"
Ron and the naked girl practically ran up the stairs.
"What was Dumbledore thinking," Molly muttered, "giving a sixteen year old a concubine like that?" At least had it been Hermione, Molly could have insisted the girl stay with her parents when not attending to Ron's perverted needs!
A/N: No, I am not going to describe every time turned day in detail! Just know that they're happening.
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).*
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
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, age 21 (PE-5); CONCUBINE (POTTER).
12. Fiona Michelle Simpson, 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).
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).*
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, 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, age 17 (PE-5); 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
3. Penelope Ann (Clearwater) Longbottom, age 20 (Ra); CONCUBINE (NEVILLE).
4. Annette Lucille Harper, age 24 (SD); CONCUBINE (NEVILLE).
5. Deborah Leigh McLean, 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).
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).*
4. Victoria (Vicki) Peters, age 17 (Ra-6); CONCUBINE (FRED).
5. Rachel Francine Peters, age 15 (Ra-4); CONCUBINE (FRED).
6. Coleen Harrington, 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, age 18 (SD-5); 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).*
3. Ellen Suzanne (North) Weasley, age 20 (SD); 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, age 21 (SP-5); CONCUBINE (GEORGE).
8. Isabel (Tate) Weasley, age 19 (SA); CONCUBINE (GEORGE).
Lord Mayor Remus John Lupin, age 36.
1. Sarah Michelle Hanson, age 21 (SG); CONCUBINE (REMUS).
2. Amelia Renee Carpenter, 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, 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, age 19 (SD); CONCUBINE (FRANK).
6. Carol Matilda Timmerman, age 17 (SD-5); CONCUBINE (FRANK).
* - Indicates in flight training RDCAF.