CHAPTER FIFTY: THE EXPANDING UNIVERSE
SUNDAY, JULY 28th, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell.
They had now been here two days. Parvati reflected on this as she waited for Padma to finish setting up her new room. The Bonding had been a wonderful surprise for her. Her mother had told her stories from India about that sort of thing and in most cases it seemed that while the girl in the story eventually had a good life in her new family, the bonding was not pleasant. As it happened, she had wondered why they had been gathered and told at length about what was about to happen to them and wondered yet again about the talk she and Padma had with Hermione and Luna all before Harry had even arrived. She now thought she understood. The long talk made it far easier to accept this change in her life which in turn made the whole thing magical. It was not how she imagined her first time would be. But now, looking back, she had to admit it probably was better than she ever could imagine. Harry made it so wonderful and somehow had made it seem like it was meant to be this way; like this was the life she was born to become a part of.
To her surprise, Padma felt the same way. While she and her sister might be almost identical in appearance, and only those who truly knew them could tell them apart on appearance alone, that's where their similarities ended. Being sorted into a different house from her sister those years ago had been hard at first. But over time, Parvati understood why it occurred. Of the two of them, she was the more adventurous and outgoing. Padma was the more intellectual and reserved. They were both very smart, not Hermione smart but bright enough and they loved to read. But whereas Padma loved reading about history and magic, Parvati was more into fiction and had developed a taste for romance literature. She wondered if that would continue now that her life made most of the books she had read appear tame in comparison.
Waking up in his arms the morning after was like a dream for her and her sister. He was amazing in bed in quite an unexpected way as it had been a very good night's sleep filled with very pleasant dreams for both of them. When they told him this he chuckled. He said he dreaded ever sleeping alone again. Ever since that first night with Hermione, he slept exceptionally well and had not suffered the nightmares that had plagued him since well before Hogwarts and which had only gotten worse as school wore on. Even though both she and Padma knew they had clearly overdone it, despite the polite warning, they both allowed Harry to thank them for the wonderful night again that morning … twice each.
Saturday and been spent shopping. Daphne and Astoria took them and the other two "new" witches into Pottersport and they bought more clothes than ever. Parvati was in a sort of heaven as she enjoyed that sort of thing as did Connie apparently. Padma liked the clothes, but merely tolerated the shopping. It had never been her thing. That trip began their "new" education. They now knew that they were no longer in Britain. It was obvious even if they had not been told. Diagon Alley had become almost too depressing to visit. Yet here, the shops were busy and streets bustling. It was amazing to be in a truly magical country. It was even more amazing to learn that humble, gentle Harry Potter was the Duke. Yet another thing their "husband" had not known until just a few weeks ago and another reason to add to the list of reasons never to return to Britain.
When they arrived back at the Manor, they were shown to their new rooms. In the common room a stack of boxes awaited them. Apparently the Manor Staff had somehow boxed up all of their possessions from home and brought them here. Parvati and her sister were also informed that their parents would be invited to move here soon. Well, not to the Manor itself, but to a town their Harry was building nearby.
That evening, they attended what apparently was a weekly meeting of sorts. It was basically information overload for both of them. Harry was obviously doing far more than bonding witches to him. There were talks about a pending war, the ongoing troubles in Britain and working with the British Muggles that clearly showed the both of them they had missed a lot and would have to spend time catching up. It was here too that they met the other girls bound to the other families and, while it was one thing to be told about what happened, it was quite another to see it for themselves.
It was here too they learned more about the Auction. Apparently Harry's agent (Dora) had been drawn into a bidding war for the two of them. They had cost their Harry almost fifteen thousand Galleons! Moreover, they learned, Harry had made it clear to Dora that all of the girls were to be purchased regardless of their price or bid. He was not going to allow others to suffer the fate that had befallen countless unfortunate women in the past.
There was a long report on information obtained about Death Eaters. Several women had been enslaved to them and their supporters and now freed of their bonds told all they knew. The information had little immediate value, but Parvati was stunned to learn that Harry and his people now knew far more about the Death Eaters than did the Ministry of Magic! Obviously they were gathering this information for a reason. They also learned that Dumbledore owed Harry a terrible amount of money and many seemed disappointed that the man seemed like he might be able to pay. Given that it was Dumbledore who had seen to it she and her sister wound up with Harry, Parvati was almost ready to send him a thank you note. Given what would have happened had Harry not done what he did, she'd rather send him a Howler.
That night she and Padma finally had a chance to talk to each other as sisters. It was then that Padma told her what she really thought had happened and the notion intrigued Parvati as much as it did her sister. It fit almost perfectly with what their mother had told them and the stories about India. Padma noted, however, that she had looked that up at Hogwarts and found very little of use. There was a reference that it was "foreign" magic and another that it was "dark," but Padma added that Snake Talkers were considered evil in Britain. She was now of the opinion that "dark magic" in Britain, while it included truly dark arts like necromancy and hate based magics, also included any magic that was deemed to weaken "Purebloods" and the control wizards held over witches. It was worth looking through Harry's library to see if there was anything about Padma's idea.
They had not had time to do so on Sunday. The morning was spent out of the Manor at a restaurant Harry took his family to for brunch every Sunday. When they got back, she and Padma had been pulled aside by Astoria and Luna to help make Harry's Birthday Present. It was an interesting and surprisingly fun couple of hours contributing their part to a gift they both thought Harry would like. (Given Harry's wealth, what could they possibly buy him?)
Following dinner and a little Harry time for themselves and a few others, they were gathered together with all of the witches and got their "presents." Along with the seven others who had joined the family in the last two weeks, Parvati and her sister now wore beautiful "engagement rings" in honor of their bonding and "wedding bands" in honor of their Love Bonds. They also had jewelry that would have been the envy of all the girls at Hogwarts, had they returned.
They were alone again in their new quarters. Harry had taken Rhonda and Karen to his bed that night and Parvati and Padma learned that she and Padma would be with him Wednesday night. For now, however, it was just the two of them and they both agreed that as bizarre a twist as their lives had taken over the past few days, they were glad about what had happened to them and, once their parents were here as well, they would not want their old lives back for anything.
MONDAY, JULY 29th, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell.
Harry had spent his Sunday night with Rhonda and Karen. Once again, his first Monday found him at a large gathering early in the morning as all awaited Mallory's news regarding this week's tests. As they waited and the women with permissions entered the Family Dining Room one by one, Minerva announced she had decided upon a name for her and Harry's daughter. The girl, due in early April, would be named Anna Rose. A simple name, Minerva said, for what she hoped would be a life far less complicated than the one her parents were living.
Mallory soon entered and smiled at the gathering. Harry was there with his seventeen other women, all now Potters or Blacks. Neville was there with his twelve women, nine of whom were now Longbottoms but Neville, Susan and Hannah counted Pattie as a tenth. Bill was there with his twelve, nine of whom were also Weasleys now. Fred was there with his eight Weasley girls and his four younger ones who had yet to take the next bond. George's family remained "identical" to Fred's and was there as well. Remus was there with his six women, his Stephanie having become his Consort over the weekend. Only his youngest, Ellie, was not yet a Lupin. Finally, Frank and Alice were there with their five ladies, four of whom were now Longbottoms.
"Right then," Mallory said. "We have a lot of lucky winners this week. This time, I'll begin with those we already know about. George and Angelina: congratulations, you two are expecting a son."
"Yes!" George said pumping his fist.
"We're calling him Fredrick Arthur," Angelina said, "after his favorite uncle and his granddad."
"There goes the neighborhood," Harry quipped.
"Fred and Verity are also having a son," Mallory said.
"Okay, there goes the whole ruddy country," Harry chuckled as Fred and George shook hands. Fred announced his first son would be named John William, because Verity liked the name and he was saving George for Alicia.
"Bill and Fleur," Mallory said, "you're having a daughter."
"So much for the Weasley curse," Fred said as he congratulated his eldest brother. The girl was going to be named after Fleur's sister.
"What are you feeding your girls Neville?" Mallory asked in a mock scolding tone.
"I'm sorry?" Neville asked.
"Like Amber, Susan is expecting twins," Mallory said. "A boy and a girl as well."
Susan threw her arms around Neville.
"Wow," Neville said. "This is so wonderful. I - when I was little there weren't any kids around my own age. Already, our little Frank and Hannah will have Amber and my Harry and Suzanne and loads of others their age to play with. This is wonderful."
Harry thought about that as well. His kids would not be alone either. His Sirius (by Mallory) and Anna (by Minerva) would have loads of brothers and sisters their own age and loads of friends as well.
"Finally Dora," Mallory said. "You and Harry are having a daughter."
Dora leapt into Harry's lap and gave his a kiss. "We're naming her kind of after my Mum," Dora said when she finally broke for air. "Mind you, I'm not naming my kid Andromeda, but Andrea works and she can be called Andy, just like my Mum."
"Right," Mallory said after the congratulations died down. "Now for the newest members of this rapidly growing baby shower club. First up, Remus Lupin and his Amelia."
Remus gave the woman a long kiss. "I never thought…" he began. Stephanie was there to help him calm down. It was clear that becoming a father was not something he had expected in his life given his condition.
"Frank Longbottom," Mallory called out. "I'm sorry Alice."
"Don't be," Alice said. "Given where I am in my cycle, I would have been surprised if it was me. So who's the lucky girl?"
"Veronica."
The woman in question gave out a surprised squeal of delight.
"It's gonna be weird," Neville said. "My kids will have aunts or uncles their age."
"And Frank and I will have grandkids the same age as our children," Alice said. "Don't worry too much about it Neville. As you said, your kids will have all kinds of children to play with in time."
Neville nodded with a smile.
"George, you poor man," Mallory teased.
"What? Didn't get any this week?" George asked.
"Oh no," Mallory said. "You certainly did. Ellen is expecting…"
A squeal of delight was heard from the last of the shop girls.
"…as is Georgina."
"Told you Sis," Georgina said with a smile as she waited her turn for a congratulatory snog from their wizard. Shelly smiled at her twin sister.
"Daddy'll have kittens when he finds out," she said.
"Fred?" Mallory asked, "you'd better give Alicia a good kiss."
"I'm pregnant?" Alicia asked. When Mallory nodded, the former Chaser all but tackled the former Beater.
"You know," Harry said, "we might want to consider wearing pads in the future if our ladies continue to be so - er - enthusiastic."
Hermione slapped Harry on the arm.
"Next up," Mallory continued, "is Bill Weasley and his Lana."
"Yes!" the former Lana Powell exclaimed before giving Bill a kiss. "Take that you Pureblood bastards!" she added.
"I'm a Pureblood," Bill protested.
"Sorry luv, Death Eater bastards!" Lana corrected herself. "Said I wasn't worthy and all that…"
"It's okay, Lana," Bill said as she started to cry.
"Erm …" Mallory began, "Neville Longbottom and Penelope…"
"Thank you Neville," Penelope said softly.
"You're welcome," Neville replied. "Merlin's Beard, what have I gotten myself into?" he added chuckling.
"And last but not least," Mallory continued, "Harry and Daphne."
Daphne walked over to her wizard doing her best to show the others a modicum of proper decorum. Her modicum failed as soon as she was close to Harry. She launched herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face as her sister told everyone she was going to be an Aunt now.
"Is it always like this?" Padma asked turning to Luna who was seated next to her.
"Oh no," Luna said. "We only find out about babies on Mondays. We should probably change the name of the day to Babyday so there's no confusion."
"But is every Monday like this?"
"Pretty much," Luna said. "I mean the tackling and snogging bits. Today was different 'cause there were more of us finding out what we were going to have or that we were going to have a little one. I do hope I'm next. Mum and Daddy would be so proud…"
"Sorry Luna," Padma said.
"Oh, it's okay," Luna said. "I lost Daddy but gained a wonderful family in return."
"No, I mean about everything else," Padma said. "I should have stopped the others from…"
"I don't blame you for other people's issues, Padma," Luna said. "You were never mean to me at all and that was special then. Now you're here with Harry and all of us, and that is special too. The past is over and done. We can't change it. But we have a future we can make here that can be better than our pasts. I hope you understand that."
Padma nodded. "Nothing about Wrackspurts and Crumple Horned Snorkacks?"
"Oh, I found my Crumple Horned Shorkacks," Luna said with a smile. "Turns out they live here. Well, not here, here. They live in the nature preserve in the mountains. Lovely things they are. I was feeling really down and Harry took me there. It was a wonderful day. As for the Wrackspurts, I think they are a unique British beastie. Haven't seen them since I came here."
"Okay, listen up," Harry called out. "First of all, congratulations to everyone. Right then. Our fledgling Air Force can start another class for flight training this week. Assuming you are agreeable, the following people can begin their training this morning. For reference, those of us who began a couple weeks ago have been designated Class 9601. We continue training as well.
"For the rest of you, we will be starting new classes of twenty or so every two weeks for now. To participate this year, you must have been born on or before December 31st, 1981. Those of you who are younger can start next year, we hope. Those of you who are not spending your mornings in flight training are encouraged to join us here for magical instruction.
"Class 9602 is as follows assuming the people and families involved are agreeable:
"From my family we have: Laura, Fiona and Tabatha. From Neville's we have: Penelope, Annette and Deborah. From Bill's we have: Peggy, Lana and Carla. From Fred's we have: Vicki, Francine and Coleen. From George's we have: Anna, Roberta and Georgina. From Frank Longbottom's we have: Sandra, Veronica and Gretchen. Finally from Remus's we have: Sarah, Amelia and Tara. Any objections or questions?"
"What about those of us who are pregnant?" Penelope asked.
"You're all, regardless of flying status, going to have weekly checkups," Mallory said. "I don't see flying as a problem whatsoever during the first few months. After that, I'll keep a close eye on each of you. Any complications and you're off flying status. I anticipate that those of you who choose to continue in the smaller, high performance aircraft will probably be off flight status sooner than those in the bombers and such, but we'll see."
"Regardless," Harry said, "our schedule is such you should complete your full certification before there are issues."
MONDAY, JULY 29th, 1996 – Lake Louise, Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada.
On the shore of a turquoise blue lake fed by snow melt and glaciers and surrounded by steep, towering snow capped mountains that rivaled any one might find anywhere in the world, the Canadian Pacific Railroad built a huge, luxurious hotel reminiscent of the great resorts one might expect to see in the Swiss or Austrian Alps, which at the time was exactly the point. The hotel was the height of luxury when built and remained that way. It was built to encourage tourism and in particular tourism along the transcontinental railroad that lead from the populated eastern portion of Canada to Vancouver on the Pacific Ocean. Kings, Queens and Heads of State had stayed here over its long history and enjoyed the pristine, alpine vistas.
It was early in the morning and Rose Granger was sitting on a huge veranda that looked out over the lake and the mountains. She and her husband Robert had been here about a week as part of their "master plan" to stay as far away from the Troubles as they could. They had left their home the day after their daughter had been sent off to a Safe House and travelled to Paris where they spent a couple of days figuring out what to do next. The witch who called herself Tonks was clearly well connected in ways. She had given them a package of documents and debit cards. There were at least six pairs of each and they were all "valid." The documents included passports and identification papers with their photographs and a history of use. In France, their British Passports were placed in a small box and when Robert and Rose Granger passed through customs to board their Air France flight to New York, to the international authorities they were now Robert and Rosalyn Chambers of Baltimore, Maryland. Now, on Lake Louise, they were known as Roger and Rebecca "Rose" Caruthers.
Rose had always wanted to see this place and it was far from Britain and the Troubles. They had been here over a week hiking and most recently canoeing on the lake. Bob was up in the room having a lie in and she came down here to look out on the scene, at least when she was not reading her book. This was the perfect vacation in some ways. Not once had they encountered anything that hinted at magic. Okay, maybe some of the local "Indians" they had seen hinted of it, but it was not the kind of magic they knew and were now trying to avoid. Still, as wonderful as this summer had been for them, there was a void in their lives. If only their daughter Hermione could be here with them. They had not so much as heard from or about her in over a month. Perhaps, Rose thought, this was a good thing? Still, she and Bob missed their daughter terribly.
"Mrs. Caruthers?" a voice asked.
Rose looked up from her book and saw one of the Hotel Staff next to her with a package in his hands.
"This package arrived for you this morning," he said handing her the package.
"Thank you," she replied hoping not to look either scared or confused, which she was. Who would know where she and Bob were? She relaxed only slightly when she saw the address label. It seemed to be from Gringotts of Calgary. When the young man left, she opened the package carefully. Inside there was an envelope and a large, leather bound book. Rose opened the letter and was surprised. She recognized the handwriting immediately.
Dear Mummy and Daddy:
I hope this package found you and if it did don't worry. The Bank is on our side of things and can be relied upon to be discreet. Apparently your bank cards are how they are able to find you and since their secrecy laws make Swiss banks look like blabbermouths, you can be assured no one else knows where you are. (They would not have seen to final delivery if anyone we are concerned about was anywhere within a few hundred miles of your location.)
When I got here I was told we'd figure out how to contact you. I still remember what Dora said that morning when she told us we had to leave and the promise she made to us that this would only be a temporary thing; being apart that is. I can't say if or when it will be safe for us to go home. We know what is happening back there and, although steps have been taken, it's not safe for us. Still, it is safe here and soon we'll bring you here as well. (They could use a couple of good Dentists too!)
Where am I? We were told I was being taken to a safe house. I guess you can kind of call it that. We were also told you could not come because of the magic. That was also true. But both explanations, while true, are incomplete. While I am living in a nice house and it is quite safe, what or where I really am is a safe Country. I can tell you the name of it because it has already appeared in the Daily Prophet: Charenwell. It's an island far from any land and it probably the most magical place on Earth. There are over 40,000 people who live here, between 80 and 90 percent of them are magicals! The rest are not but have magicals in their families or came here knowing all about us. This means NO STATUTE OF SECRECY LAWS. Kind of pointless to hide something everyone knows about!
Travel to and from here is very restricted. They protect the secret of magic by hiding EVERYTHING which means there is little contact with the rest of the world. Well, that's not exactly accurate. The people who live here can come and go (or at least they could until recently) but unless you were born here, you require a connection with the Royal Family of this place or the permission of the Duke or his Prime Minister to even hope to find this place.
(There is one, limited exception. The Lord Mayor [he's like the Prime Minister] can allow people to come if there is no Duke, but he must know those people personally and he must trust them. This country is protected by powerfully vicious wards and if a magical tries to set foot on our shores without permission or if they are a threat, the wards will … eliminate them. Not even Voldemort and his ilk can hope to survive.)
Charenwell was discovered by a wizard-warrior who was a descendant of Sir Galahad. He established a colony here in his family's name around the Seventh Century. He was also at the time a significant nobleman in Mercia. Here he was known as the Lord of the Isle. In Mercia and later England he had other titles. A Lord of the Isle was instrumental in the events of 1066 as he did not like the Anglo-Saxons or their King and a later Lord saved the English Monarchy for which his Isle was granted independence from the Crown. That was in 1216 and was when he became the Duke of Charenwell.
So anyway, that's where I am in general. I got here because the Lord Mayor knows me personally. You haven't met him but he was one of my Professors at Hogwarts for a year. I also happened to be a close, personal friend of the sole surviving member of the Ducal Family. He, of course, knew about as much as I did about this place when we came here after Hogwarts which is to say nothing.
There's so much I want to tell you about what has happened here, but I need to get this off. Harry is here as well (like that's a surprise?) and has finally ascended to his birthright. He's now the Twenty-Seventh Duke here! We even met Her Majesty the Queen!
Anyway, in a month or two we'll send for you. We have a nice place here and there's a large Guest House with your names on it! I'm enclosing a photo album with this letter so that you can see how wonderful this place is and that your daughter is quite happy here. (I'd be happier if you were with us.)
I miss you loads! (And hope you're at least trying to enjoy yourselves!)
Love,
Hermione.
"Are you okay, Dear?" a voice asked.
Rose looked up from the letter and saw her husband with a concerned look on his face.
"This came for us," she said indicating the book on her lap and the letter. "It's from Hermione."
Robert Granger's eyes lit up as his wife handed him the letter. When he finished reading he said: "Well, at least she's not saying they're married or worse."
"BOB!" Rose exclaimed.
"Just saying…"
"And what if they were?"
"Excuse me?"
"We gave them our blessing, remember. What if they are?"
"Er…"
"She sounds happy, Bob. If these photos show that she looks happy…?"
"I…"
"You'll accept it! They're young, it's true. But our daughter is no child and something tells me neither is he. So long as this Duke thing means he can support them and she's happy, we're going to accept it. Clear?"
Bob nodded. They opened the album to the first page entitled "Our New Home" and saw what looked like a palace in the picture. "Bloody hell," Bob said.
MONDAY, JULY 29th, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell.
Lavender Brown was the oldest daughter of Richard and Millie Brown. She was sixteen years old with blonde hair and what she knew was one of the best racks in Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Her sister Madeline was twelve and would turn thirteen at the beginning of October and was about to start her second year at Hogwarts. Her annoying brother Eric was just ten years old and a part of her wished he had been born a few months later because as it was she'd still be in school when he started.
Lavender and her siblings were a blessing to her parents for more reasons than simply because they were their children. Lavender was "technically" a Half-blood witch. Oddly, however, her true magical heritage was from her non-magical father's side of the family. Her mother was a Muggle Born while her Dad was a Squib and had effectively ended the Ancient line of Brown. The Browns had been magical since the founding of Hogwarts, if not before and Lavender's grandfather had been a Pureblood. He was not one of those supremacist elitist bastards like the boys that stalked about school and Diagon Alley in their Slytherin Robes. Granddad Brown was a Pureblood only because that's just how it happened to work out. Then again, attending a school like Hogwarts, one was bound to meet a nice Pureblood witch, which he had. They had three children, all of whom were Squibs.
Darius Brown was the last magical in a hereditary, patriarchal line that held 25 votes in the Wizengamot. Darius also had political enemies. In recent decades, there were two factions a pliable politician courted: the Pureblood Supremacists or Dumbledore's crowd which the elder Brown did not consider much of a choice. His had been what he saw as a voice of reason and moderation, for it was often his votes and those that followed his lead that affected the outcome on the floor of the Chamber. But, with a Squib for a son, the family knew the Brown vote would fall to a cadet line upon Darius's death. The primary claimant there was a suspected Death Eater and the only other option worshiped Dumbledore like a god. Neither were viable options in Darius's mind.
Lavender knew some of the story. Darius had kept a close eye on the classes at Hogwarts around the age of his son Richard and in particular used the position he then held on the Board of Governors to attend all the Sortings. He was taking note of all the Muggle Born girls as they entered hoping to arrange a marriage with one of them and his non-magical son. Darius was not so fooling as to believe that Pureblood custom was observed by Muggles and this was more along the lines of "matchmaking" rather than arranging a marriage. But he also knew that it was unlikely any witch other than a Muggle Born would consent to court much less marry a Squib. Fortunately, Muggle Borns had no such prejudices. It was critical for Darius that his son married a witch because that would increase the chance that the boy would have a magical child, and preferably a magical son. Darius could bypass the cadet lines in his will and pass his seat to a magical grandson, although the political clout of being Head of an Ancient House was gone regardless.
Millie was three years younger than Richard Brown and was a Muggle Born witch. Darius had an eye on her as a possible match the moment she was sorted into his old house. He used his family elves to learn about her family and found that they were less than pleased about her magical status. The truth was no one should treat their daughter the way those people did! Darius used his political pull to get the Ministry to intervene in the abusive situation and had the girl placed with his family the summer before her second year, assuming magical guardianship over her. Had he wanted to, he could have arranged her marriage to his son right then and there. But Darius had little use for such things and besides the girl deserved better than the loveless marriage most of his Pureblood associates had been forced into. Fortunately for Darius, it never came to that. Millie and Richard hit it off immediately. In time, they fell for each other and married the day after she finished Hogwarts.
Lavender knew this story and thought it was so romantic. Throw in the danger aspect and it was even better than the trashy novels she read – of course being as it was her parents, she didn't want to read about what they did behind closed doors even though that was usually the best bits of the book. The couple married in 1978 at the height of the war. Squibs and Muggle Borns were not categories conducive to a romantic "happily ever after" as they were both targets for the depredations of the Death Eaters. The Browns all knew this and also knew that the Death Eaters suspected Darius had allowed this "unnatural" union to occur so the vermin could sire a magical spawn that would cut off the Death Eater cadet line of the Brown family from what nature intended. Richard and Millie lived behind the formidable wards of the Brown estate for the rest of the war and it was there that Lavender was born. As much as she didn't like her little brother, Lavender knew he was the primary heir to the Brown votes. She also knew Granddad hoped for more options. The old coot had even gone so far as to suggest she get busy, find a beau and get to breeding!
That was a week ago when he made that suggestion. Actually, he had probably been hinting at it for years, but last Monday he made it clear that he felt she should "get it over with" as soon as possible. Much as she wanted a hot boyfriend, steamy sex and eventually all the rest, she really didn't need Granddad pushing her into it. It's not like there were that many good choices out there! She was a Brown, after all, and that meant she was expected to marry a Gryffindor. Face it, most of the really hot boys were not Gryffs. The older Gryffindor boys she had gone out with only wanted two things: to play with her ample boobs and shag her silly. Their attempts at the former was usually allowed, but the later earned them a knee to their eagerness. In her own year she had dated Seamus Finnegan for a while, mainly because he would settle for a blow job and was a fair kisser. But she didn't see him as a long term thing. Ron Weasley was cute but a first class jerk. Dean Thomas wasn't her type at all. Harry Potter was probably out of her league, certainly never noticed her even after she had developed and clearly was head over heels for the most unlikely girl in her dorm. That left Neville Longbottom who had grown into a really looker and was very nice, but was far too shy to make a move and would probably soil himself if she tried to be forward.
She was thinking she might have to look at the lower years for her serious boyfriend potential and was thinking about writing to her best friend Parvati to discuss the upcoming year and its dating prospects when she suddenly found herself somewhere other than her bedroom. It was a vast, vaulting space with tall, tropical plants and comfortable looking couches and chairs here and about. She looked around in confusion and watched as another girl seemed to materialize out of thin air. She recognized the sandy haired witch immediately, but was even more confused.
"Sally-Anne?" Lavender asked.
The girl blinked, obviously just as disoriented as Lavender was and looked at the speaker. "Lavender?" she asked. "Oh my God! Where are we? What happened?"
"No idea?" Lavender said. "I was in my room at home and now I'm here."
"I was out gardening," Sally-Anne said.
"What happened to you?" Lavender asked. "I mean you weren't at school last year."
"Not at Hogwarts," Sally-Anne replied. "After that tournament and the dead boy and all the stuff my first three years? Mum and Dad pulled me out. Too dangerous."
Lavender snorted. "It was almost as bad this last year what with toad face and all."
"Toad face?"
"Long story. So, where'd you go then? Your parents take you out of magic altogether?"
Sally-Anne shook her head. "No, just transferred to another school near home. It's called St. Georges and in many ways I liked it better. No Slytherins, no Snape, no ghosts trying to teach history." She chuckled. "Professor Jackson actually studied history, you know, at a real university. Says the stuff they teach us is at best utter rubbish. It was almost my favorite class. But what happened to us?"
The two looked around and saw three younger girls also looking confused.
"You go to Hogwarts," one of them said pointing to Lavender.
Lavender nodded. "And you?"
"The three of us are roommates there," the girl said. "Hufflepuffs. Just finished Third Year. I'm Morgan Carlson. This is Jenny Faulken and Elaine Manning."
"Lavender Brown," Lavender said. "I was Fifth Year in Gryffindor. This is Sally-Anne Perks. She was my roommate through Fourth Year."
"This some kind of Hogwarts thing?" Jenny asked.
"No idea," Lavender said. "We're just as confused as you are, if that helps."
"Any of you have wands?" Morgan asked. "Mine's at home."
"Shame on you," Lavender giggled pulling hers, "with all that is happening? You should never not have it."
"Sorry."
"Hem Hem," a voice said causing the four who where at Hogwarts the last year to jump and look at the voice.
"Parvati!" Lavender scolded. "You know how much we all hate Toad Woman!" But she was laughing. If Parvati was here it couldn't be too bad.
"Hey Lav," Parvati said. "And Sally-Anne?"
Sally-Anne nodded. "Hi Parvati. What's going on?"
"Certain enemies desired bad things for you," Parvati said. "Not just you lot, a lot of us. Certain friends intervened so now you are here. You lot were at greatest risk, but your families are as well and we'll be figuring a way to bring them here as well. Like Hogwarts, you're to be sorted. Well, you already have been chosen for your new houses. It will all be explained. For now, I will hand you your House Robes."
She handed Lavender the first one.
"This is a bath robe," Lavender noted.
"And a really nice, soft, warm and comfortable one," Parvati replied. "For now it just tells us where you go. But it's the best robe I ever had for a bath or a cover up so… Here's your's Sally-Anne," she finished handing Sally-Anne a different colored robe with a large "H" on it. She passed out the remaining robes to the other three girls after calling their names.
"We're to be in different Houses?" one of them asked. "But they're my friends."
"Different idea here," Parvati said. "Yes, like Hogwarts your Houses are your family here. But unlike Hogwarts, your friends are your friends without regard to Houses and such. Now follow me and our - Headmistress - will explain exactly what is going on."
MONDAY, JULY 29th, 1996 - Dover, U.K.
Alan Grant was sixty-eight and had recently retired from his job as an engineer for Britain's National Rail. He had almost fifty years on the job and he was good at it. Throughout his career he had been pushed and pleaded with to move into management but his love was driving trains. Sitting at a desk never sat well for him. He was tempted once. That was twenty-three years ago and he almost went that way. But his daughter disappeared and being labor he could find time to search for her. His search was a failure. He never heard from her or saw her again. It was considered an atypical situation and ruled a kidnapping and murder with no suspects or body. Driving his trains gave him peace he could not find. He missed his Mallory, his little baby doll. His wife Maria was able to put it behind her, or so it seemed. He never did.
An owl fluttered through the window. This was no surprise to Alan. He had three surviving children and nine grandchildren all of whom were magical and this was their preferred method of sending post. The owl was a post owl and held out its leg so he could retrieve the large letter attached. That was odd, he thought. He got regular posts from his children and such so they were not the burdens this bird was forced to carry. He removed the bundle and then gave the bird a huge piece of steak for its effort. He had long ago learned that while post owls would accept money, they were far more interested in food. He opened the letter, but did not recognize the handwriting…
Dear Mum and Dad:
I'm sorry for the length of this letter, but it has been twenty-three years. I did not run away and obviously was not killed as I assume the Muggles told you. I'm your Mallory. Included in this are pictures that I hope prove it…
Maria Grant returned from shopping several hours later and found her Husband weeping in their living room.
"Alan?" she asked.
"She's alive, Dear," he said after several minutes. "She's alive!"
"Who is?"
"Our Mallory!"
"Oh?" Maria's voice cracked.
"She's alive and well," Alan said. "She's a Healer and a Doctor! Got her degree from a real University and all of that! She says she's met a wonderful young man and … she wants all of us to join her and her new family, Maria. She's having a …"
"But she'd be thirty-nine!"
"She's a Doctor, dear. Her letter says there's some kind of magic involved that means it's not a problem! She's alive!"
"What are we to do?"
"She wants us all to move there," Alan said. "We're all in danger here…"
"Michael has said as much," Maria nodded noting the conversations she had with her eldest child.
"Mallory says it's safe where she is," Alan replied. "She says it's safe for all of us! She said people will be by to talk to us but …."
"Are you sure this isn't some trick?"
"Read the letter! See the pictures! Then tell me!"
Maria nodded. She read the long letter and saw the pictures. There were allusions and phrases in the letter that told her that her darling Mallory was writing it. The wording was so specific and so subtle Maria knew two things. First, it was her long lost daughter. Second, there was no trick, no magic that would have caused her to word certain sections the way it was worded. Her little Mallory was truly alive and well! She too cried her eyes out when she finished.
MONDAY, JULY 29th, 1996 - Potter Manor, Charenwell.
And elf had told her to be in this room at this time. Connie looked around and saw a small and round table with four chairs and took her seat. She waited for several minutes before three others joined her. She knew them now. They were Hermione, Luna and Ginny.
Lunch was served before any of the others said anything. Connie was worried.
"Did I do something wrong?" she asked.
"Not at all," Hermione said. "We're here to talk about our Harry."
"I'm not foolish enough to think that I can take him from you!"
"That's not why you're here," Luna said.
"Given our bonds, even if you wished that you would fail," Ginny added.
"We want your help, Connie," Luna said.
"Oh?" Connie replied with confusion.
"The four of us have something none of our other sisters have," Ginny said. "We were all Harry's friends before all of this. You and I could well have been his Consorts under different circumstances. I was his friend. You were his first of all of us…"
"But that Wizard…!" Connie protested.
"He screwed us all," Hermione replied. "And when his screwing us did not work, he fucked us all over. Ginny's right. Of all of us now bound to Harry, any one of us could have been his one and only. You should have been. You were his first true friend."
"What are you saying," Connie asked in confusion. "What do you want from me? Damn it I'm Harry's girl! You all are!"
"There are Harry's girls and then there are Harry's girls," Luna said.
"We were his friends first," Ginny added.
"We, of all the others loved him," Hermione said. "We loved him before all of this."
"And that makes us a special part of all of this," Luna said. "We must never forget we loved him before all this. We all would have accepted this: to be with him forever, to be his friend forever, to submit ourselves for and to him forever. Can you honestly say there's not another you would willingly do that for? You only knew him when he was younger, but is there a better boy out there?"
"No," Connie whimpered a little. "Harry was the standard. All others paled before it."
"We loved him, truly we did, before others tried to mess with our heads and lives," Luna said.
"He was and is the only boy I'd ever want," Ginny added. "I'll admit that when I was ten or so, I worshiped the so called 'Boy Who Lived.' He saved my life, you know. He could have taken me then and there by magic. He didn't. He let me be and became my friend and I know now that had I found another right Wizard in time, he would have been happy for me as any true friend should."
"We asked you here, Connie, because like each of us we thing you would have died for him before all this," Hermione said. "We think you were his true friend before all this as we are and were."
"Harry does not need fame, fortune or harem," Luna said.
"He needs true friends and true love," Ginny added. "We can't escape that he has all of us."
"But we can and need to see that he has more to live for than himself," Hermione said. "We want our children to know their father."
"And, as Hermione has observed, our Harry has this saving people thing," Ginny said. "That 'Boy Who Lived' in stories is nothing compared with our Harry and that's what's scary. He … Will … Die … For … Us!"
"Honorable though it may be," Luna added, "it's not his destiny. But a part of him sees it as such."
"It's up to us, Connie," Hermione said. "We must let him do things we cannot help but fear. But we must give him reason to come back from those things. Until us, he never knew friendship or love. We must make him cherish those things. He must come back to us in the end."
"It's up to us to bring him through this," Ginny added. "The others are important to him too, but we were in a way bound to him without magic or spell long before this summer."
"We are his friends," Luna added. "We live for him because he is our friend."
"Help us help Harry?" Hermione pleaded.
Connie nodded. "He is and always was my friend. I want my children to be his. I want them to know their Daddy."
The other three witches smiled.
"You're not pregnant yet," Ginny observed.
"Neither are you or Luna," Connie said. "But unless he does something stupid, all of us will be soon."
"And our job is no stupid," Hermione chuckled.
MONDAY, JULY 29th, 1996 - Amalfi, Italy.
David Greengrass was enjoying his time in Italy. He had rented this villa through a Muggle agent and a Muggle bank and loved the view of the sea from high on the bluff overlooking the town on the coast below. It was so peaceful here and so far removed from the chaos in Britain. He only wished his fortune was not at the expense of two of his daughters, but he was promised they would be happy. Still, he was their father and worried about them and wondered whether they were or ever could be happy in life.
"I never meant for this to happen," he said as he had every day since he was forced to sell his precious girls away.
An owl fluttered down before him. It was unlike any he had ever seen before. Owls were not this elegant white color. They were rarely ever this big. The owl stared at him as he stared at it and held out its leg. He saw a large packet attached.
"You poor dear," he said as he removed the packet. "There's bacon and such on the table. Help yourself to a proper feed."
The owl hooted and fluttered off to the food laden table and began to feast.
David Greengrass opened the packet. He knew immediately he should have waited for his wife Vivian and his remaining daughters Rachel, Maria and Pattie to return from their trip to the beach, but he could not help himself. Daphne and Astoria had written him a letter! Well, it was for all of them, but he could not wait to read it.
When he finished he wondered about things. He had always hoped the best for them. He always hoped that they would marry one day and be happy. When he was forced to sell them, he was certain, despite Harry's promises, they would be little more than servants. He was clearly wrong. They were his wives, that much was certain. He was not certain he was okay with that, but he could read and see. They said a picture paints a thousand words and the pictures of his missing daughters painted far more than that. They were that Harry's wives and quite happy with it. He had never seen them smile so much or so genuinely, at least not for anyone but him. His daughters were happy! Harry promised much, but to deliver on that bit?
His wife returned with his remaining daughters. She saw the expression on his face.
"David?" she asked with concern.
"Lady Harry Potter and Lady Harry Black have sent us a letter," David said with a smirk.
"Who?" his daughter Rachel asked.
"Your sisters," David said. "They're married!"
"David?" his wife asked.
"Come," he replied, "they sent us a huge letter and loads of pictures!"
"They did?" the girls asked.
David Greengrass nodded with the first genuine smile the others had seen since they fled Britain.
MONDAY, JULY 29th, 1996 - Potter Manor, Charenwell.
"You knew about this?" Lavender accused. "You said nothing?"
"And what was I to say?" Parvati replied. "Someone sold you off? I could not change that! This is your life now! Do you think I wanted this a few days ago?"
"A few days …" Lavender began. "You mean now…?"
"Now I see my life is here," Parvati said. "I'm not thrilled it had to be this way, Lav. But it is. Moreover, my wizard is … is … is freaking amazing! Damnit this isn't just the sex, which is mind blanking bloody awesome. This is the whole deal. I .. Am … His … Wife! Got the ring and all of that. Got permission as well, Lav. Love bonded and I'll be knocked up as well in a month or two and I … want … it!"
"He's that good?" Lavender asked.
"So's yours I'm told," Parvati giggled. "But that's not it. He and yours have promised all of us a life. You heard Minerva … sorry, Professor McGonagall, we were supposed to become whores in every sense of the word. We're not that here and never will be. I am his wife. I will die that way as well. I am coming to love him and will love him and that's all anyone should do and he loves me too. What more could I want?"
"Is yours mine?" Lavender asked.
"No," Parvati said. "Sally-Anne is. But you know yours as well. If what you told me was true, you just hit the miracle!"
Parvati then smiled and lest Lavender alone. Aside from herself, Sally-Anne was the only other one left after their lunch and she was following Parvati from the room.
"No worries, Lavender," a voice said.
Lavender saw another friend waiting. "Hannah?"
"My husband awaits us, Lav," Hannah said. "He picked you personally, you know."
"He … he did?"
Hannah nodded.
"Will it hurt?" Lavender asked.
"If he's your first probably," Hannah said. "It did for me at first. But you won't mind if you don't mind."
"What's that mean?" Lavender said with a accusing voice.
"I'm sure our Neville will do his best to make it easy for you."
"Neville? As in Longbottom?"
Hannah nodded. "You're dream come true," she said. "And your dream falls far short of reality. But…"
"But what?"
"Well, Neville's birthday is tomorrow so unless you really hate him, take today's bond and nothing more."
"Why?"
"Think about it. You can offer him so much more from yourself if McGonagall gave you the same talk she did us. But what better birthday present can you offer than all of it?"
"I'll keep that in mind," Lavender said. A few hours later she really understood Hannah's point. She would have offered Neville everything right then and there. It would be so much more special to wait just a day…
MONDAY, JULY 29th, 1996 - London, U.K.
Sean Campbell was an agent with State Security, also known as MI-5. He was a Merlin Club type because all of his children were magical. He did not trust the magical world. He did not fear it, but his gut said do not trust it. When his eldest daughter left home he knew he was not paranoid. He had taught her bits of his craft. There were techniques which could avoid detection by enemies that would allow friends to know whether you were acting on your own or not.
One technique was in letter writing. You had a trusted handler or contact who knew certain things, words or phrases. You could write the most convincing of letters but if certain innocuous things were missing, your contact would know you were in trouble or they were. He taught this craft to his kids. A truthful letter had to have seven clues to truthfulness. Those clues might be either special moments or key words or phrases. A letter with less than seven clues would tell him they were in trouble.
Stacy's letters for the last few years had no clues. She was in serious trouble! He made sure she was a top priority missing person as soon as the relevant time period was up for the police and had been hounding the magicals to the extent that he could. Nothing. Nothing but the occasional letter saying in code both that she was still alive but in real danger. Stacy was in danger! His little girl was in danger and no one could help him!
Another of those damnable letters arrived that afternoon. Sean could not help but read it.
The seven codes were there! That mean whatever the letter said was true. Parts were god awful, worst case stuff. His daughter had been sold into slavery and used as a whore for years! He wanted blood! But…
My Enemy fell into debt and everything he ever had of value was sold, including me. His creditor took me in. My new friend's name his Harry. He took me in and has shown me, after years of abuse and worse, that I am a person of value. He gave me back what my Enemy stole. He gave me back my personality and my humanity. He has shown me love, not the kind that is physical, but the true kind, Daddy. He made me whole again.
He's mine now and I am his. I am his by my choice alone. I am his Wife! I LOVE HIM, DADDY.
So much so, it seemed, that his long, lost daughter wanted him and their family to be together. Sean knew enough to know this was no love potion. His daughter had been rescued by some knight in shining armor, this was true. She saw it that way. Sean was willing to give her and this man a chance, but knew the rescue fantasy was usually just that. Maybe it would be true for Stacy. But he held no such illusions. Still, regardless, his darling Stacy was safe it seemed.
He opened the next letter.
It was from his boss.
Due to certain qualifications heretofore not known, you are hereby reassigned to our new field office at the British Consulate in Charenwell. You and your family will be advised of your relocation specifics in due course.
What the bloody hell?
MONDAY, JULY 29th, 1996 - Potter Manor, Charenwell.
"Wow!" Sally-Anne said as soon as she could think and breath and talk again. Harry was still inside of her and she did not mind one bit. He was so amazing. "Wow!" she said again.
"Wow?" Harry asked.
"That was amazing, Harry!" she replied. "Can you do it again?"
Harry nodded. "Any incentive?"
"I, Sally-Anne take you Harry as my husband in heart, soul, mind, body and magic of my own free will from this day forward until death do us part one another. I want your babies!"
"I accept all with all that I am, Sally-Anne," Harry smiled. "Now be impressed."
Sally-Anne gasped as she felt her Harry grow inside of her.
MONDAY, JULY 29th, 1996 - Ristorante Italiano, Pottersport, Charenwell.
"Yo! Longbottom!" a voice boomed as Neville and Lavender entered. Each family had its traditions on a bonding day and Neville's was to take his new girls out to dinner and dancing in Pottersport. This place was the best, in his opinion. It was arguably almost the only as it was one of the few that offered dancing after the meal. He had found the place before any of the others arrived and were bonded to him and had taken Susan and Amber here as well. The staff here and the patrons knew what was going on and knew why and admired him for it. He was the face of bonding for Pottersport and therefore the face of their Duke yet they knew his time was personal.
"Neville! Over here!" the voice yelled.
Neville saw it's owner and had to walk over.
"Dudley," he said.
"Party time, my man," Dudley Dursley replied. "You and … well you two are invited."
"This is Lavender," Neville said stiffly.
"Her parents were cruel," Dudley said bowing. "Either that or generous to a fault to the flower or color which bares this lovely's name."
"Oh my!" Lavender said.
"Tis true my lass," Dudley replied. "Be you not bound and me not smitten, but I am smitten so there we are. I'm Dudley."
"Harry's cousin," Neville added.
"And quite the gentleman," Lavender said, "so long as he knows I'm taken."
"Not to fear," Dudley said, "my heart lies elsewhere. Now I invite you lot to join us."
Reluctantly, Neville and Lavender agreed.
Lavender thought it was a wonderful meal. True, she hoped for a private time with Neville but all things considered this was not too bad. This Dudley guy was with his serious girlfriend and her family and others. The others were a family by the name of Jameson and the eldest daughter was apparently Harry's younger sister of whom he knew nothing before this summer. That made her this Dudley's First Cousin and all of that. Dudley and Mr. Jasper disappeared just before the meals arrived and came back smiling sometime later. Lavender did not know exactly when as the food here and her conversations with Neville and the others were a severe distraction.
A high pitched scream interrupted their dessert. They had a lovely meal together and with the others up to that moment. At that moment, Dudley was on the floor and Clara, who might have been half his size had pinned him and was kissing him all over. Eventually sanity returned and the two blushing teens returned to the table.
"I take it that was a yes?" Clara's father said.
Clara nodded.
A loud gong sounded gathering the attention of everyone in the place.
"I have an anouncement to make," Clara's father said. "My daughter is now engaged to be married to her one true love. He is Mr. Dudley Dursley, cousin of our Duke and most recently of Pottersport!"
The crowd cheered the news.
"No date as of yet," Mr. Jasper said. "They are still young. But hear ye all, House Jasper approves this match!"
Another cheer arose.
"And, we shall also hoist our glass and allow the opening dance to be joined by Lord Longbottom and his newest Miss Lavender who have blessed our company and my family table tonight!"
"Huzzah!" the crowd yelled. Neville and Lavender had no choice when the music started but to join Dudley and Clara in the first dance … any many thereafter.
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.* HOUSE POTTER
1. Hermione Jane (Granger) Potter, age 16 (Gr-5); CONSORT.*P
2. Minerva Grace (McGonagall) Potter-Black, age 68 (Gr).P - girl.
3. Astoria Lynn (Greengrass) Potter-Black, age 14 (Sl-3).*
4. Ginevra Molly (Weasley) Potter-Black, age 14 (Gr-4).*
5. Stacey Marie (Campbell) Potter-Black, age 17 (SA-5).*
6. Laura Teresa (Oliver) Potter-Black, age 21 (PE-5).*
7. Rhonda Kaye (Lester) Potter-Black, age 17 (SD-5).
8. Katie Anna (Bell) Potter-Black, age 17 (Gr-6).
9. Padma (Patil) Potter-Black, age 16 (Ra-5).
10. Sally-Anne (Perks) Potter-Black, age 16 (2/14/80) (SG-5); CONCUBINE (POTTER) 7/29/96.
HOUSE BLACK
1. Luna Celeste (Lovegood) Black, age 15 (Ra-4); CONSORT.*
2. Dora (Tonks) Black-Potter, age 22 (Hu).*P – girl.
3. Mallory Michelle (Grant) Black-Potter, age 39 (Hu).P - boy.
4. Daphne Renee (Greengrass) Black-Potter, age 16 (Sl-5).*P
5. Tabatha Simone (Collins) Black-Potter, age 16 (SA-5).*
6. Fiona Michelle (Simpson) Black-Potter, age 22 (SD).*
7. Karen Maria (Green) Black-Potter, age 18 (PE-5).
8. Constance Maria (Plumber) Black-Potter, age 16 (SG-5).
9. Parvati (Patil) Black-Potter, age 16 (Gr-5).
Bill Weasley, age 25.
1. Fleur Patrice (Delacour) Weasley, age 19; CONSORT.P – girl.
2. Mary Ellen (Howard) Weasley, age 18 (Hu-5).*P
3. Samantha Christine (Johnson) Weasley, age 17 (SG-5).*
4. Peggy Louise (Nolan) Weasley, age 17 (9/6/78) (Hu-6).*
5. Elizabeth Olive Nolan, age 14 (Gr-3).
6. Lana Catherine (Powell) Weasley, age 22 (SA).*P
7. Carla (Masterson) Weasley, age 20 (PE-5).*
8. Donna Lynn (Roselle) Weasley, age 19 (SG-5).
9. Christine Celine (Paulson) Weasley, age 17 (PE-5).
10. Mandy (Brocklehurst) Weasley, age 16 (Ra-5).
11. Wendy Seline Hendricks, age 15 (Gr-4).
12. Agnes Gabrielle Martin, age 15 (Hu-4).
13. Morgan Laura Carlson, age 14 (12/28/81) (Hu-3); CONCUBINE (BILL WEASLEY) 7/29/96.
Neville Algicyrus Longbottom, age 15.*
1. Susan Marie (Bones) Longbottom, age 16 (Hu-5); CONSORT.*P – boy, girl (twins).
2. Amber Selma (Harker) Longbottom, age 33 (Sl-5).*P - boy, girl (twins).
3. Penelope Ann (Clearwater) Longbottom, age 20 (Ra).*P
4. Annette Lucille (Harper) Longbottom, age 24 (SD).*
5. Deborah Leigh (McLean) Longbottom, age 20 (SA).*
6. Miriam Olivia (Riley) Longbottom, age 18 (SG-5).
7. Amanda (Kennedy) Longbottom, age 16 (SP-5).
8. Hannah Suzanne (Abbott) Longbottom, age 16 (Hu-5).
9. Patricia Faye Abbott, age 14 (Hu-3).
10. Megan Allison Jones, age 16 (Hu-5).
12. Leanne Lucille Tinker, age 17 (Gr-6).
13. Lavender Sue Brown, age 16 (3/13/80) (Gr-5); CONCUBINE (NEVILLE) 7/29/96.
Fred Weasley, age 18.
1. Alicia May (Spinet) Weasley, age 18 (Gr); CONSORT.*P
2. Verity Nicole (Smith) Weasley, age 21 (SG-5).*P – boy.
3. Danielle Louise (Carter) Weasley, age 20 (SG-5).*P
4. Victoria (Vicki) (Peters) Weasley, age 17 (Ra-6).*
5. Rachel Francine Peters, age 15 (Ra-4).*
6. Coleen (Harrington) Weasley, age 23 (SP).*
7. Elisha Susan (Stout) Weasley, age 21 (SD).
8. Helen May (Ivey) Weasley, age 20 (SG-5).
9. Caroline (Folsom) Weasley, age 18 (SD-5).
10. Annette Maria Barnes, age 15 (Gr-4).
11. Simone Fanning, age 15, (Hu-4).
12. Jessica (Jessie) Bates, age 14 (Gr-3).
13. Jennifer Lynn Faulken, age 14 (11/3/81) (Hu-3); CONCUBINE (FRED) 7/29/96.
George Weasley, age 18.
1. Angelina Olivia (Johnson) Weasley, age 18 (Gr); CONSORT.*P – boy.
2. Shelly Ann (Parker) Weasley, age 22 (SG).*P
3. Ellen Suzanne (North) Weasley, age 20 (SG).*P
4. Anna Melissa (Jenkins) Weasley, age 17 (Hu-6).*
5. Roberta Elaine (Larson) Weasley, age 25 (PE).*
6. Georgina Emma (Parker) Weasley, age 22 (SG).*
7. Eileen (O'Malley) Weasley, age 21 (SP-5).
8. Isabel (Tate) Weasley, age 19 (SA).
9. Tammy Grey, age 15 (Hu-4).
10. Pamela Ray Adams, age 15 (Ra-4).
11. Selene Adams, age 13 (Ra-2).
12. Betsy Watson, age 14 (Gr-3).
13. Elaine Lucinda Manning, age 14 (Hu-3) CONCUBINE (GEORGE) 7/29/96.
Lord Mayor Remus John Lupin, age 36.
1. Sarah Michelle (Hanson) Lupin, age 21 (SG).*
2. Amelia Renee (Carpenter) Lupin, age 21 (SG).P*
3. Tara Frances (Marks) Lupin, age 20 (SG-5).*
4. Christy (Matthews) Lupin, age 19 (SG).
5. Ellie Beth Mitchell, age 18 (PE-5).
Frank Longbottom, age 41.
1. Alice Maria (Pierson) Longbottom, age 40 (Ra); CONSORT.
2. Sandra Ellen (Butler) Longbottom, age 24 (SP).*
3. Veronica Helen (Riordan) Longbottom, age 23 (SP).P*
4. Gretchen Lee (St. James) Longbottom, age 21 (PE).*
5. Marie (White) Longbottom, age 19 (SD).
6. Carol Matilda Timmerman, age 17 (SD-5).