CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE: PRANK
MONDAY, AUGUST 5th, 1996 – Office of the Minister for Magic, London, U.K.
In the early morning hours before dawn arose, Kingsley arrived at the Minister for Magic's office. The office was now more of a conference room as there was no real Minister per se. Fudge still held the title, but what governance that was occurring was being done by Scrimgeour. Sunday evening, he had received the list of names from Charenwell via Gringotts post. He knew that only twenty-six were Charenwell witches illegal sold over the past several years, but also knew that Charenwell was planning to double-cross the double-crossers. There were thirty-six names on the list. He had with the list, thirty-six Titles tied to those names so be signed by the owners over the next few days, but also knew that the Titles were charmed to look like mere government form stating that the witch was a Concubine and the signer was their legal owner. It also had a powerful compulsion charm that should ensure the form was signed without question. Gringotts had prepared the charmed Titles, and once signed, a Galleon would be transferred to the Owner's Vault completing the legal sale of their Concubine to RPG Entertainment Services.
When he returned from Charenwell the prior day, he sent O.W.L.s to the few members of the unofficial "Crisis Committee" stating that Gringotts had forwarded the list and requesting an early morning meeting and was pleased that the others of the Committee agreed. There would only be four of them. Fudge and Scrimgeour would be there along with Madam Umbridge. Kingsley knew they would wish to discuss the final details of their infallible plan, but he also had the specific demands regarding transfer that he had worked out with Remus, Harry and several others the day before. It was about half an hour later that the others arrived.
"Well?" Umbridge asked in a tone suggesting she was either impatient or annoyed to be up so early. Kingsley coughed at the thought that she was missing her beauty sleep. He doubted a troll would find her attractive.
"We have the list," he said. "Forty-two names." That, of course was part of the double-double-cross. Only twenty-six were real. Nine others were chosen at random for transport to cover that the tenth was one Martha Graham. It had been decided to convince the Ministry that they had control over all the missing witches.
"Excellent," Umbridge sneered.
"Any of note?" Fudge asked.
"Two belong to you, Sir," Kingsley said. One was a Charenwell witch, the other was not, but both were slated for transport to stick it to the git. "Another to you, Sir," he added looking at Scrimgeour. She was also a Charenwell witch.
"Well," Umbridge said looking at the expression on her colleagues' faces, "I'm sure your playthings are of no moment. We are sending a hit team in their place. That's already decided."
"The transport is conditioned," Kingsley said. "Charenwell demands the true owners sign these statement affirming they own the witch in question," he continued handing two forms to Fudge and one to Scrimgeour. The two men glanced at them.
"Seems straight forward enough," Fudge said as he took out a quill and signed both of his while Scrimgeour did likewise.
"And the others?" Umbridge asked.
"I'm assigning some clerks to get the other signatures today," Kingsley replied.
"While they're at it, perhaps they could collect a hair sample; say it's for identification purposes?"
"From the signer?" Fudge asked confused.
"No, the bint," Umbridge replied. "Polyjuice potion for our hit team."
"I just got here…" Fudge complained.
"You don't have to collect yours," Umbridge said. "I'm sure we could send some age appropriate, reliable Ministry witches and claim they are who we say they are for now. So long as the hair height is close enough, we can use glamours. Surely you can cast such a charm?"
"Of course," Fudge said.
"Now, as to the Assault Force," Umbridge said. "There are twelve I wish to take part."
"What Department?" Fudge asked.
"No Department," Umbridge smiled. "They are private contractors I hire from time to time. Very useful in these kinds of situations."
Kingsley noted that Scrimgeour gave him a glance. Twelve was the standard number of Death Eaters assigned to what the Aurors called a Heavy Assault Team. Neither of them said anything for their own reasons. Scrimgeour, while running things, lacked the political capital to take on Umbridge directly, at least until he officially became Minister. Kingsley could care less. If it was an Assault Team, it would die at the Ward Line and that would mean twelve fewer Death Eaters to hunt down and kill later. He was surprised that given the losses they had sustained in their Assault Teams earlier in the summer that Voldemort was ready to risk another. He was also a little surprised that Umbridge might be connected to the Death Eaters in a way that she could directly or indirectly request such a force. Then again, they might just be mercenary thugs.
"Sounds good," Fudge said. "Are they reliable?"
"Very reliable, Minister," Umbridge smiled.
"Right then, I assume the balance will come from Law Enforcement?"
"Yes Minister," Kingsley said. "It will be a combined team of Aurors, Hit Wizards and Obliviators with a support element attached."
Kingsley had his list. Eight were Muggle Born witches from his Department who were so far down on the food chain he doubted they posed any threat at all. They were being sent in the hopes they'd survive the crossing to get them out of the country. The remaining twenty-two could be a threat. They were also either known Death Eater sympathizers or suspected Death Eaters. Six were from Azkaban Prison and included the Warden. Those six were the only ones who could authorize access to the prison to anyone who was not either a guard or a prisoner and the location of the prison means to authorize access was under a Fedelius Charm, for which the Warden was Secret Keeper. It was the Warden who allowed Umbridge access to a couple of Dementors a year ago, so he had to go. The threat was a mass break out. Few knew, but aside from Black, the only way to get the Death Eaters out required an inside job and Kingsley suspected those six of planning such a job. It was just a gut feeling, until he learned how well the Death Eaters were being treated by another guard.
"Brilliant! Where and when do we end this nonsense?"
"Thursday morning," Kingsley said. "We are to have the witches at a field near Wiltshire where transportation will be provided."
"Perhaps we can get the portkeys…" Umbridge began.
"It won't be portkeys," Kingsley said. "Magical travel is impossible."
"Then how are they getting there?"
"Muggle airplanes," Kingsley replied. "I have been assured that any attempt to try and gain control of them will doom anyone aboard. Our best bet is to stick with the plan. Once out teams are there, it'll be too late for them."
"Could always have a force of broom riders in hiding to follow them," Umbridge thought out loud. "It would increase chances for success if we deploy a larger force."
Assuming they can keep up, Kingsley thought. Even if they could, they'd die at sea. After he returned to his office and sent out people to obtain the signatures and hair samples, he penned a note to Remus regarding this recent development.
MONDAY, AUGUST 5th, 1996 – Otter St. Catchpole, Devon, U.K.
The man was Oscar Wilde, but being magical raised neither was related to the famous 19th Century author nor had any idea the famed author even existed. He was a mid-level clerk with the Department for Regulation and Control of Magic Creatures where he had worked for nine years following Hogwarts and was now involved in completing what had to be the most bizarre and disturbing "Creature" registration of his entire career. He had a list of ten homes throughout England he had to visit this today and a stack of papers that had to be signed. He did not know what the papers meant, only that they had to do with this Concubine business. Despite being magically raised, until recently he had no idea Wizards kept Concubines and was rather sick to find that out. Apparently, the Ministry was doing something about it and he had to admit it was a more interesting use of his time than dealing with familiars. Still, it just struck him as improper.
He walked up a dirt lane towards the oddest looking farm house he had ever seen. It was obviously magical, as there was no way the seven story building could stand on its own otherwise and without some kind of magical protection he knew it would be an attraction for the Muggles who'd probably have come from miles around to wonder about it. He passed through a white gate and crossed through the front garden to an obvious door. He knocked.
A plump, red haired woman with a stern expression soon appeared. She was wearing an apron and looked like she had been cooking something before he interrupted.
"You here about the divorce?" she asked.
"Er .. what?" he replied confused. "Sorry. No Ma'am. I'm with Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. According to our records a Ronald Weasley lives here and is the registered master of a Concubine named Martha Graham. Is he in? I have some paperwork he needs to sign for our files."
"Well," she said, "no idea what the whore's name is, but he's my son and he has one. RONALD? GET OFF YOUR SLAG AND GET DOWN HERE NOW! I swear that boy's gonna shag it off," she finished with a disgusted mutter. "You need to see the bitch too?"
"I am supposed to check on their condition if convenient," he nodded.
"AND THROW SOME CLOTHES ON HER AND BRING HER WITH YOU!" she called back into the house.
Sometime later, a tall, lanky red haired teenage boy arrived looking like he had just thrown something on followed by an older, blonde woman who looked to be in her twenties. He looked confused and she had no emotion on her face.
"You Ronald Weasley?" Oscar asked.
"Yeah," he said sullenly before being wacked in the head by the red haired woman.
"Yes Sir," she hissed. "He's from the ministry about your Bint!"
"Yes Sir," the boy sighed. "What's this about? I go you all the paperwork."
"Just a final bit here to confirm everything," he said. "You need to sign this form stating she is your Concubine Martha Graham and you are her Master. Also need a strand of her hair for our records."
The boy looked at the form. "Fine," he said. Oscar handed him a quill and the boy signed. He then summoned a strand of hair from the blonde and placed it in a vial with her name on it before returning everything to his bad.
"Thank you for your time and cooperation," he said. "Good day." He then turned and left for the next location on his list.
MONDAY, AUGUST 5th, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell, U.K.
Cho Chang was standing with four other girls who like her had been one place only moments ago and now were wherever this was. A young woman named Dora was apparently waiting for them with a pile of robes in her arms. Cho was thankful her hers seeing has she had arrived here still naked from Marietta's bed, although she had no idea what the "N" on hers meant. The other girls were all younger than she was. A girl named Erin whom she had never seen before was wearing a robe with an "H" on it. Wanda Parker had been a Gryffindor Second Year, although Cho did not remember her. She had a "B" on her robe. Megan Albright and Alice McGregor had also been Second Years, both in Hufflepuff and they wore robes with and "F" and a "G" on them respectively. Aside from Cho, the others were dressed and did not need robes. None of them knew why they were here.
She heard voices coming from the stairs and saw a young man, four women and a girl coming down. She recognized some of them, although even they looked different. She scampered towards them hoping they might clue her in about what was going on.
"Harry? Hermione?" she asked desperately.
"Hello Cho," Luna said to her with a smirk.
"What's going on?" Cho asked, noticing that Hermione and two of the others were whispering to the girl in what sounded like French. She understood little, but was surprised when the blonde girl began to blush and giggle looking at her.
"Professor McGonagall will tell you," Harry said formally. "Now if you'd please get back with your group."
"And what are you doing?"
"His Highness has a matter of state to attend to," the oldest of them said formally.
"His … His what?"
"It shall be explained," the older woman finished with a tone indicating that the conversation was over. Harry and the others walked past the group near the Dora woman and, while Cho wanted to follow, Dora would not allow it. "This way ladies," she said to Cho and the others, leading them off in a different direction.
"Picked the wrong moment to come downstairs," Harry noted when they were far enough away from the new arrivals. He actually had little idea where they were going either. Ever since the Time Turning began, he relied upon his three minders regarding his schedule and decided that unless there was a really good reason for it, it was easier to go with the flow of things. He knew he would be having lunch with these ladies and that after lunch he would be heading to Government House to tape a broadcast that would air on Charenwell Television the next real day regarding the Concubine articles, the need for all the construction, the request made of their Country by Her Majesty's government regarding the Troubles in Magical Britain and announcing the formation of an Army and Air Force, the first formal call to Arms since the Napoleonic Wars (those who had served in Her Majesty's Armed Forces since then had all be volunteers and not part of a specific Charenwell muster.)
They entered one of the many (it seemed) Parlors on the floor. It had been converted into a nice dining room and there were two older people waiting for them at the circular dining table. Those two rose. One was an older woman who was tall, lithe and looked like an older version of Fleur. The other was a short, plump, balding man with a friendly expression on his face.
"Maman! Papa!" Gabrielle called out and ran to hug the coupled. Harry noted the girl's expression was not what he expected. She had just been "given away" to his family and should look confused, hurt or something like that, but Gabrielle had a very relaxed smile on her face as she whispered something to her mother in French, earning a bemused look at Harry and a chuckle from the mother.
"Mother? Father?" Fleur said in English, "may I present his Highness, Lord Sir Harry the First, Duke of Charenwell; Her Highness Lady Dame Hermione, Duchess of Charenwell; Her Grace, Lady Dame Luna, Countess of Darby and Madam Black, Executive Assistant to the Duke."
The two visitors bowed formally.
"Harry?" Fleur continued, "Our father, His Excellency Philippe Delacour, French Minister for Magic and our mother, Madam Apolline Delacour."
"It is a pleasure, but also a surprise," Harry said shaking hands with Mr. Delacour. "And I see now where your daughters inherited their charm and beauty," he added, kissing the mother's hand as he had been taught.
"We arrived via Gringotts," Mr. Delacour said, "Your Highness."
"Please, just Harry," Harry replied. "Every time I hear that I feel like such a fraud. I apologize in advance, but I don't speak French. Hermione and Cissy do, but Hermione would say seeing as I barely speak the Queens English, it would be a lot to expect me to know another language. Shall we sit?"
"Thank you," Mr. Delacour said. "And do not be concerned. My wife and I are comfortable with English and Fleur's is coming along. Gabrielle understands quite a bit, but is not comfortable speaking it."
The group took their seats at the table. Some elves brought in the first Lunch Course. Cissy explained it would be a long lunch, in terms of time and the courses would be wildly spaced so there would be plenty of time to converse. "Gringotts you say?" Harry asked.
"Indeed," Mr. Delacour said. Harry knew the Bank had its own floo system having used it before. "As you may know, certain government officials may use their wonderful system with their permission. It is quite convenient for informal or clandestine meetings such as this where one does not want the press or much of the government knowing. It was interesting to learn that your branch will only allow access from countries with which you have diplomatic relations."
"I was unaware of even that, but it makes sense," Harry said. "I'm still rather new to all of this, Sir. I am somewhat surprised Ambassador DeVille is not with you." Marcel DeVille was the Ambassador to Charenwell from Magical France.
"We are here primarily for private issues," Mr. Delacour said. "Any discussions we have regarding the current state of international affairs are purely private and off the record. Just as you cannot bind Charenwell without going through appropriate channels, I cannot similarly bind France. Through my Ambassador and Foreign Office, I have been advised you have been engaged in talks with the British Muggle government."
Harry nodded. "We have maintained almost continuous relations with them for … well dating back to the colonization of this country in the seventh century. They have asked for our advice and maybe assistance with their magical problems."
"And the Statute of Secrecy?"
"Communication and coordination with the Muggle Authorities is not in violation," Hermione said. "The exposure of our world to the general population at large is. Almost every representative we have met with knew about magic even before they knew about this country. As for this country itself…"
"No one is here who does not know," Harry said. "In our case it is easier just to hide the country, rather than deal with the complexities of hiding within one."
"And magical Britain?"
"We have never maintained diplomatic relations with them. As head of two Ancient and Noble Houses, I control a large block in their Wizengamot, but that is based upon my ancestral holdings in England, not my position as Duke. Charenwell was never a part of England or Magical Britain, or at least never in a legal sense, and not at all since 1217. Magical Britain is a major export market and many of our people attended school there, many of them remaining there, but as we believe their authority is and has always been derived from the Crown just as ours is, we do not consider them a government with whom we need consult and more than the County Authorities in Devon need to consult with those in Lancashire."
"I have been fully briefed," Mr. Delacour said. "Your country is unlike any in our world that I am aware of."
"Our situation, I've learned, is probably unique," Harry agreed.
"So, do you consider yourself a vassal of the Muggle Crown?"
"No more than Canada would," Harry said. "The ancient pledges of my Ancestors, at least from 1217 onward, are to the defense of the Realm, which was understood then to mean England, not the Empire. Her Majesty's government is aware that this has always been our interpretation of our relationship. Since 1217, our involvement in the affairs of England – aside as being the traditional magical advisor – has been most limited. We sent troops to fight Napoleon and allowed and encouraged enlistments for the two World Wars. Any other involvement has been by the individual and not by this government."
"And the events of July 10th?"
"The Will reading," Hermione replied.
"That was almost two weeks before I spoke with any member of Her Majesty's government," Harry replied. "Aside from the Concubine issue, which had been a policy objective of the Lord Mayor for years, all else was in my private capacity as Heads of two Ancient and Noble Houses."
"You created quite a mess there."
"One way of seeing things," Harry smirked.
"Oh?"
"In my personal opinion, all I did was expose a mess that was created long before I was born. That system is rotten to its core. I found myself in position to legally give it a nudge, and the whole thing seems to have collapsed for now."
"And you do not fear reprisals?"
"They are attempting such," Harry said confidently. "It will fail spectacularly."
That was not bravado, Mr. Delacour thought. He might be but a lad, but he's not one to trifle with. "I see," he said. "Much of what you've said my Ambassador has reported. He is concerned about your – er – cooperation with the Muggles, but that's because most of our governments no longer have any relations with the Muggles. I would agree your situation is unique and shall leave it at that. Personally, I am pleased you were able to stick it to the English Wizards. For far too long they have been arrogant and most uncooperative with the rest of Europe and the I.C.W. You are aware that following July 10th and Dumbledore's ouster from his I.C.W. post, the I.C.W. has ordered an audit of that government?"
"No sir," Harry conceded. "To be honest, I've been spending this summer trying to learn more than I've probably learned in my life about a lot of things. Not much of a Holiday really. My focus has been Charenwell and Her Majesty's concerns about what might happen if the Troubles there in Britain are not contained. I know little or nothing about magical Europe other than it is out there."
"And what is your opinion of what had been happening in Magical Britain?" Mrs. Delacour asked.
Harry gave a lengthy assessment of what he thought about the Pureblood Supremacists, Voldemort and the Death Eaters and the Magical Government. "It sounds very pessimistic," he said. "I would say that most people there are not that way. Unfortunately, they are not the ones in control of anything."
"Do you think the situation there can be resolved through aggressive diplomacy?" she pushed.
"No." Harry said quickly. "That government is by the Purebloods and for the Purebloods. Voldemort and his ilk are only taking that idea a step further, really. Over eighty percent of the population doesn't qualify as Purebloods by any definition, including me. And I can trace my family magic back at least as far as the First Century. The British Magicals are not governed, they are robbed. You were elected to your post, were you not Your Excellency?"
"I was, and you're right. I do feel a bit out of place with that title. Phillip is fine."
Harry smiled. "Who or how were you elected?"
"General Election," he replied. "Anyone of age could vote. The same is true for our Chamber of Deputies, which is our Wizengamot."
Harry nodded. "Same is true here in Charenwell. I was not elected, but I am not the government. In Britain, the Wizengamot 'elects' the Minister for Magic. Those seats are hereditary. The laws and customs all but prohibit anyone from rising in the government who is not either tied to a Wizengamot family or a Pureblood. Again, that means the vast majority have no say in their own government. And the government controls or tries to control everything and spends its time staying in control. Nothing short of revolution or war will solve the problem."
"And what do you propose?"
"In a manner of speaking, both," Harry said. "Her Majesty has asked for our help. She wants someone to deal with the problem and is understandably reluctant to make this a Muggle versus magical thing. But since the magicals are either unwilling or unable to fix it themselves, it's a bit of a fix. I am planning to raise a (mostly) magical force to do what should be done."
"And your government approves?"
"In concept," Harry said, "particularly as I am paying for it, not them. But saying it is not going to get it done. Charenwell has never gone to war really and I doubt they'll be lining up to join just because I ask. For now, the Concubine issue is the only one that affects any of them directly and the way to solve that problem going forward is not to send our children to their country for school, which we are working on. On the other hand, there are thousands in Britain who might just jump at such a chance, particularly if their families are out of the line of fire. Her Majesty's government is going to assist us in evacuating thousands from Britain to here, namely those most at risk in the current Troubles. I expect the majority of any force we can build will be British in origin, not Charenwellian."
"And what do you have right now?" Mr. Delacour asked.
"Nothing."
"Nothing? Hit wizards?"
"None."
"Obliviators?"
"None. No need for them here."
"Aurors?"
"The Lord Mayor and three others were trained British Aurors, but aside from then none. If action will be taken, we are a long way from taking it. What we have been doing is trying to see that it all doesn't go to Hell before we are ready."
"Mon Deux! It is worse than I thought! Magical Europe might be able, but it lacks the political will to do so and so long as the problem remains across the Channel, it's not going to change. You have the will, but the rest of Charenwell might not. You rely on forces you don't have drawn mostly from people not even here?"
Harry shrugged. "Two months ago, I never even heard about this place. I'd say I've managed to get a lot started in little time. But even if things go smoothly, we're looking and 1998 at the earliest before anything significant can be done."
"Is there anything you could do now more damaging than you are?"
"Not without hardship for my people and certainly not without widespread international support," Harry said. "We supply between seventy and eighty percent of the food and potions supplies for Britain. There is very little we actually buy from them. Our imports are mainly from Europe and Muggle Britain. But our exports are a huge part of our income, so to embargo them, as we could, it would be painful for us without other markets. And even then an embargo will not be effective if someone else comes along to take over that market. Still, they know we can do it which, combined with the fact that a controlling number of Wizengamot votes now live here and will not issue a proxy, is why they seem to be in such a panic."
"So you are not exactly unarmed as it were," Mr. Delacour said.
"Not exactly."
"Thank you for your explanation, although it merely confirmed what I had already been told. Now on to I hope less distressing matters, my daughter Gabrielle. Fleur did tell you she chose you as her Bond Mate and what that means?"
"Yes Sir."
"It is a bit much," the father replied. "Apolline was much older when she chose me as was Fleur with her Bill. I learned of this a year ago in March, which was when the choice was apparent to my wife. Veela Bond or not, she still is our Baby and to learn I must – er – offer her at such a young age… It is rare for one so young, but not unheard of."
"I can imagine, Sir," Harry said.
"Apolline told me the old custom. When one so young chose to Bond, she was sent to live in the home of the chosen Bond Mate. Far more often than not, this allowed the Bond Mate the time to get comfortable with the idea. It of course helps that she is too young and immature to attract the wrong kind of attention from you, yes? That is, you do not lust over little girls, no?"
"I find that thought revolting," Harry said. "And it's not like I need a witch for that kind of company. I already have twenty-one with four more due to bond this week before it's all said and done."
Gabrielle said something to her mother. "She says there were five young women waiting when you reached the ground floor who she could see were unbonded," Apolline said. "We with Veela blood can sense a magical bond like that."
"One of them is joining Bill and Fleur," Harry said. "Three are for other homes. Only one is joining my family today."
Gabrielle spoke again. "The one who spoke to you?" Apolline translated.
"No," Harry said, "one of the others. That one knows me, but both I and Luna felt she was a better fit elsewhere."
Gabrielle's mother translated again. "And where were they being taken? Gabrielle saw them being led off."
"One of my wives was a Professor for most of them at school," Harry said. "Most if not all have no idea what has happened to them. They are being told they are now to become Concubines and hopefully they will accept what has happened. So far, whatever Minerva has been telling them has worked. Most of the girls who have joined the families have accepted, if not fully embraced this new life."
"Accepted? Embraced?"
"By accepted I mean something called the Love Bond, wherein they willingly choose to be a part of the family. So far all of my Concubines have accepted and are Love Bonded and officially Potters or Blacks. In the other houses, maybe one or two of the newest ones have yet to take that step and retain their maiden names. We expect that to change within a few weeks at the most. As for embraced? The final step in that Bond, the one that makes it as permanent as a Consort, is to bear your Bond Mate's child. Of my nineteen Concubines, four are pregnant and eight so far have permission, meaning they may well be in the next month or so. Five have said they will ask by early next year at the latest. One agrees with me she's too young and should wait until at least next summer. Arguably, they've all embraced it in theory."
"Fleur?" Apolline asked.
"As of Friday, Bill had bound thirteen to him as Concubine," Fleur said. "All but the last has taken the Love Bond, and the last will possibly today. Three are pregnant, five have permission. Two may ask as early as January. The rest are much younger and it may be summer or next winter before Bill will entertain that request."
"The other families are comparable," Hermione added.
"This is good to know," Apolline said. "Mature Concubine Bonds are both the sign of a healthy emotional environment and a wonderful wizard husband. I'm told in the east, where such houses are encouraged, should a wizard have several mature Concubine bonds, he soon finds daughters being offered to him so that they may have such a life. Although I'm sure it is different here."
"Is it?" Harry half joked. "Are you not doing the same?"
Fortunately Apolline realized he was joking at least a little. "Not exactly the same. Her Bond formed before any of this. But yes, I can see what you are saying. I can also sense your discomfort. Be assured, we would not do this now if Fleur did not hold you in high regard, Harry. But she does, as does Gabrielle. As bright as Gabrielle is, she is but a child still. It is Fleur's impression that was persuasive. As parents, as hard as it is to part with our children, in the end it is and always will be our duty to see to their happiness and help them attain all they can in life. What is best for Gabrielle both for her present safety and future happiness is to live here. If you are not willing to let her live with your family now, she still will remain with her sister. But living as part of your family increases the likelihood you will accept her and bind her to you in time. Since she has chosen you, it is in her best interest that you choose her as well when she is old enough. As a plural marriage is clearly not offensive to you…"
"I have already agreed she will live here," Harry said, "provided she does so with your blessing."
"And she has it," Apolline said.
"While Fleur says this is not an issue," Harry said, "I need to know. Aside from Gabrielle, I will have twenty-five women who need or deserve physical intimacy. Nineteen are at the age when they need such services more than once a day. I do my best to see to all of their needs daily and only come close because of my family Time Turner (which given everything else I would needs anyway even if it was just Hermione and me). Discretion in such things has been unnecessary for the most part and is quite inconvenient. If she lives here, exposure to such things at least as a witness will be unavoidable. I can understand if…"
"The same problem would exist if she were will Fleur, no?" Apolline asked.
"I suppose it will."
"And she will not be in your bed at night no?"
"She'll have her own room."
"It may embarrass her at first, but it is the life she chose," Apolline said. "I would suggest you make no new arrangements. She is Veela and such things are not as uncomfortable as they might be otherwise."
He looked at Mr. Delacour. He was actually hoping they would be upset. Only Cissy had seemed reluctant about that aspect of things as he was when they spoke earlier. Hermione and Luna did not always get their way. But that only happened when Harry and most of the others disagreed with them and could change their minds.
"Harry," Mr. Delacour said, "when it comes to what is best for my daughters as part-Veela, I defer to Apolline. And Gabrielle as part-Veela already knows certain facts of life and love, at least in the academic sense."
Harry shook his head and looked at his watch. "If that is so, then you should be aware that in an hour there will be a Bonding with a new Concubine. I won't be attending this time through this day, but I will be there as well. And please don't ask. It's my third week of Time Turning and I'm still confused by it all. Anyway, you do know what acts are part of the ritual?"
"Yes," Apolline said.
"Our custom here is far more elaborate. I could do the basic Bonding in as little as an hour or less, but we don't do that. For us, I do the Bonding at least twice, once with the new girl and once with another. I will also be with at least four others before dinner and the new girl again as well and sometimes more. All my women are present to bear witness and most if not all participate in their own ways once the new girl is initially bonded. Should she be considered family now, as one of the witches, she would be expected to be there to bear witness as well, although given her youth that would be all. Basically, she'll get an eyeful."
"It is your home, Harry," Apolline said. "And as of now, she is your betrothed."
Yet another attempt and normalcy had failed. "Very well, but she doesn't have to watch or even be there if she doesn't want to," Harry resigned. "Cissy?"
"Yes Harry?"
"Can you see Gabrielle to her room and get her settled in?"
Cissy nodded.
"We should get ready too," Hermione said. The Gabrielle ran to hug her mother and said something in French to which Apolline replied. Gabrielle then smiled at Harry and followed the other three witches from the room.
"She's not sad," Apolline said. "She's just never been away from home and wanted more time to say goodbye. I told her we are spending a few days here and will see her tomorrow. Her Papa has meetings with your Lord Mayor and his people."
"Thanks," Harry said. "I don't want you to think that I…"
"You've been quite gallant under the circumstances," Apolline said. "The Veela Bond can make mistakes. In Gabrielle's case, I think she did quite well for herself. Now we can speak about more important matters."
"Oh?"
"Can we visit her?"
"Just let us know when you're coming. Of course."
"Do you require a dowry or such?" Mr. Delacour said. "A fund for clothes and education?"
"That won't be necessary," Harry replied.
"And last, school. Fleur said she could attend here?"
Harry nodded.
"When?"
"The school here at the Manor is our first and for now is for the witches in the large families like mine. There are six other families like mine with at least one witch who has not finished school and we felt that because of our rather unique nature, we should learn here. After all, several female students will be noticeably pregnant by Christmas, which might be of some concern if they went to school with others from more – er – normal circumstances. Our regular school we hope to open by next fall, sooner if we can. Regardless, the ladies who live here at the Manors will attend here. And, as we have no laws regarding underage magic and such, I don't see why she could not start when we do here…"
MONDAY, AUGUST 5th, 1996 – "Longbotttom Lake," Potter Manor, Charenwell.
Fortunately, the weather was warm as all Cho was wearing was the robe. Penelope Clearwater was leading her along a lake to a group of people sitting under an oak tree. Penelope had been a Fourth Year Ravenclaw when Cho started Hogwarts and was one of Cho's friend Marietta's first girl shags their first year. Penelope was also the roommate of Marietta's lost lover. After McGonagall's lecture, Cho was now fairly certain what happened. Marietta's lover was a Muggle Born sold at Auction just as Cho apparently had been. Penelope was sold the same year, which explained a lot. When she came back for Sixth Year, Penelope dropped off the Girl Sex radar. She had been a pretty easy lay, as Cho recalled, meaning if you had a need and she was around she would be more than willing to take you for a roll in the hay. It also explained why Penelope and Percy became an "item" given that Penelope hated the boy and had hexed him more than once for inappropriate advances the year before during Prefect rounds. Sixth year, those two were famous for being caught naked in classrooms by other couples looking for a quite space. It was amazing they never got caught by someone who could dock points or such.
Cho was nervous. In some ways, this was a good thing, she thought. Here was a boyfriend who was not going to leave her! On the other hand, whoever he was, he was not hers along. Penelope assured her he was amazing, but Cho decided to judge that for herself. They finally reached the group under the tree.
She knew the boy from the D.A. and he was probably one of the few she might have considered dating had he had the courage to ask. Neville smiled at her and she smiled shyly back. He was tall and had grown into quite a young man, she thought. She decided to go for it and walked up to him and kissed him soundly. He returned the kiss and it blew her away! She did not know why, but it did and she forgot all about Cedric and Harry even before Neville recited the oath. She didn't even hear that clearly, except she knew it meant she was his forever. As soon as the oath was finished, she took off her robe without being told and walked over to him, kissing him again as she began to undress him, wanting to see her new and forever lover as he was seeing him.
What he did to her was amazing! She never even wanted Cedric that bad! She didn't care she had to share because sharing the best was still getting the best. She had him in her mouth again before he even finished asking and was determined to have him over and over again before this was done if he'd let her. She never enjoyed doing this with Cedric, but for some reason doing this with Neville was amazing. Although it was nothing compared to when he made her his forever and she finally learned that the term Mind Blowing Orgasm might actually understate the perfect experience!
MONDAY, AUGUST 5th, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell, U.K.
It was Harry's third time through the day and he was having lunch in the Second Floor Dining Room with several of his witches. He was still opposed to the idea of Gabrielle being too involved with any of what he viewed as their more adult activities. He understood the reasoning from both Apolline and Hermione. Gabrielle would be a part of that life and they should not change their life for just one person, at least under these circumstances. But she should not be confined to her room or kicked out of a room just because her future Coven members and/or Harry were getting frisky. She was, after all his betrothed and not his child. But she still was a child and he was not at all certain it was appropriate for her to attend a Bonding. He was certain she should not be forced to do so. It was different for the others as he was already bonded to them as they were to him. Gabrielle was different in that regard as well as he was not bonded to her at all and would not be for some time. He hoped someone other than him would see reason.
"Harry?" an accented voice said and he looked up from his lunch. "Is zis time sing?" Gabrielle asked.
Harry understood that and smiled. "The Harry downstairs just now was two days ago for me."
"Oh," she said and then said something to Cissy who was standing near her.
"She asks if she has to go to the Bonding," Cissy said with concern. "She understands we should not change our lives for her as she is or will be one of us, but she'd be more than happy to be elsewhere this afternoon."
Harry sighed and smiled. "I will not make you attend, Gabrielle. Your Bond is different than the others. Were you older like your sister and I bonded to you, it would be another matter. No. You don't have to attend unless you want to. The bonding is in the Library on the Ground Floor. The Third Floor is House Longbottom and we don't go there unless invited. Anywhere else is okay and will be free of naked people."
"Merci!" she said hugging Harry and then a flurry of French.
"Everyone! Listen up!," Harry said. "I have someone you need to meet," he said indicating Gabrielle.
"You're adopting now?" Parvati said half jokingly.
"Er, no," Harry replied. "This is Gabrielle Delacour. She's Fleur's younger sister and – well – she's part Veela and has somehow Bonded to me because of that."
"That's just sick, Harry," Katie said with disgust.
Gabrielle said something very loud and very French.
"The Veela Bond does not require sex to bond the Veela to her wizard, only to bond him to her," Cissy translated in part.
"You left out the bit where she called Katie a cow," Connie said with a chuckle.
"You speak French?" Harry asked.
Connie nodded. "I'd like to think I have talents with my clothes on as well," she teased.
"Anyone else?"
Apparently Sally-Anne and Karen did as well. Neither admitted to fluency, but they spent a lot of time there.
"Cissy?" Harry asked. "We need to find out if any of the others speak French."
Cissy nodded.
"Right then," Harry said, "I'm sure Hermione will be able to explain this new wrinkle in my weird life better than I can, but Gabrielle is Part-Veela like her sister and they can – ah – detect, I guess, their ideal mate. I guess they might be able to ignore it," he said as Gabrielle nodded in agreement, "but if they choose to accept that wizard as their ideal mate, then it's that wizard or no one. Apparently they can detect it quite young," he added with a blush. "If they accept that wizard as an ideal mate, well I guess they are bonded to him even if he has no idea. Apparently that's what happened. Gabrielle's magic detected I was ideal for her, and now I am the only one for her. Her Mum and Fleur confirmed this."
"So you have to bond with her?" Katie said. "But she's just a girl!"
"Pretty sick," Parvati agreed.
"No I don't," Harry said. "No I don't. If I don't, there is no other man for her … ever, much like your current situations. However, if I choose to, it can't be now any way because, as Katie observed, she's just a girl. None of you would be here if you were not young women and I can't bond with her until she is which won't be for some time."
"A long time," Mallory said. "Part Veela's are late bloomers."
"Fleur was almost sixteen when…" Harry blushed. "So we're talking six years if Gabrielle is like her older sister. Oh, and be advised she might not speak English, but she understands it."
"So she's bonded with you, yet you can't bond with her for several years?" Connie said. "But, she can't be truly happy in life if you don't accept that bond?"
"That's about the size of it."
"Guess we know where this is going," Padma said. "So she's here for an introduction to her future family?"
"Bloody 'Saving People Thing," Parvati chuckled. "You took us all because you knew we would not have a chance at happiness otherwise most likely, so you'll be taking her in as well when the time comes?"
"I'll be bonding with her when that time comes. She's here now because she's the daughter of the French Minister for Magic, her older sister is here and her parents feel she'll be safer here than in France."
"So she's staying with Fleur and her Coven?" Padma asked. "Bit young for that don't you think?"
Gabrielle said something. "She's staying here?" Connie exclaimed. "We're her new family now?"
Harry shrugged. "I have spoken with her parents. They know what we are – for the most part – and don't have a problem. You know I won't turn her away when the time comes given what we know. That means this will be her home and they said it would be better for her to be with the family she'll spend the rest of her life with."
"So if you're not bonded to her, what is her status?" Karen asked.
"Betrothed," Harry said nervously.
"In Britain he could have demanded she move here," Cissy said. "Certainly after she was old enough to reproduce, but he could have demanded at any time had he paid a Bride Price for her. He didn't. But her family could also demand he taker her in at any time."
"So what's that mean for us?" Katie asked. "I was getting used to the spontaneity."
Gabrielle said something. "She doesn't feel we should change what we do just because of her," Connie said. "Still, not sure I can jump Harry if she's in the same room."
"Compromise," Harry said. "If she's there, we can move to another room. But otherwise, no changes. If she walks in on that, it's her problem, okay?"
"Fair enough," Padma said.
"What if we don't care, hypothetically speaking?" Parvati asked.
Harry smirked. What he had learned about Parvati suggested she probably would not care who saw them. "I guess then if the people in question don't care, it falls into the same category of if she walked into the room. However, I would care as I don't think she should have to watch."
"And bondings?"
"She's not fully bonded because I'm not bound to her," Harry said. "I will not say she can't be there, but she does not have to be there. And she has asked if she could skip it today."
The girls nodded.
"No problems here," Mallory said.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Why do I get the idea that Hermione and Luna were pranking me when they made it seemed she had to be at the bondings?"
"'Cause they probably were," Cissy said.
Gabrielle was then introduced to the others at this lunch. Present were Rhonda, Katie, Padma and Sally-Anne Potter and Mallory, Karen, Connie and Parvati Black. Harry had lunch with the others the day before in the First Floor Dining Room. For him it was the day before. For them it was right now. Once the introductions were over, Cissy led Gabrielle to her new room while Harry and the others finished their lunch.
Harry stood outside the closed doors to the Library with the growing number of his ladies. They were all dressed in just their short robes and slippers while Harry was dressed in shoes, slacks and a polo shirt, just as always before a bonding. They had gathered like this for some time now, several bondings, certainly since Tabatha's. In the Library, the new arrival named Erin Sullivan was getting the second part of her Talk. This time it was from Kathryn O'Fallon who in addition to being her Cross-bonder turned out to be the new girl's roommate from their school in Ireland. It seemed to help if at least one person you knew from your old life was here to see you through this and it was even better if they were your friend, Harry had observed. When he had learned Erin and Kathryn were close friends, he was comfortable about today. The Gabrielle prank had turned what could be an easy Bonding into a nightmare for Harry. He knew enough to know Erin would be in no frame of mind to care that much about an almost ten year old girl being present, but her repressed state would not affect his state of mind. He saw Hermione and Luna.
"Where's Gabrielle?" Luna asked.
"She asked if she could stay away from this and I said it was okay," Harry replied. She noted both girls gave him a smile. "It was a test, wasn't it?"
They nodded. "Fleur's idea. We told her you wouldn't say 'No' to us, but she was looking more for your reaction. It was clear you didn't want Gabrielle to become that involved this young. Had you been less disgusted, Gabrielle would be staying at Fleur and Bill's. While she is of the opinion that we should not totally change our lives just for her given she is now destined to become one of us, she was hoping for a modicum on discretion. Your reaction showed her there will be just that."
"Damn straight!" Harry said.
"Where is she?" Luna asked.
"Dany is helping her unpack her things and set up her room," Cissy said. Dany was the elf maiden assigned to Cissy and her apartment. "She can speak French, so Gabrielle has someone to talk to. We'll see her at dinner when she can meet the others. I asked Dany to start telling her some about the history here and maybe show her around the Manor, aside from the Library, of course."
"Thanks Cissy."
"A question," Cissy asked. They could tell it was directed at all three of them. "Now that I'm not the odd one out, could I be assigned to a House?"
Harry looked at Hermione and Luna who nodded.
"You're already a Black," Harry said. "I see no reason to change that. Do you Luna?"
"Not at all," Luna said. "Moves her more to the right and we blondes have more fun!"
"That means Gabrielle will be a Potter then?" Hermione asked. "I think that's a wonderful idea."
"She'd want to be a Potter," Cissy said. "Not because of anything you don't like. But the boy who saved her when he did not have to in that lake was a Potter and not a Black."
"Thanks Cissy. Now, are we ready yet?"
"All here," Padma said brightly.
"I'll be glad when this is all over with," Harry said. "Don't get me wrong. I've enjoyed all the Bondings. But every other day is a bit much."
"They are fun," Hermione said, "but your right. We all have loads to do."
"Let's do this then," Harry said, "or rather her."
Hermione giggled a bit and nodded to Luna who opened the door to the Library and led in the Coven for Erin Sullivan's Bonding with Harry following in after a couple of minutes.
MONDAY, AUGUST 5th, 1996 – The Alps
Charlie Weasley awoke hoping the previous night had been a dream. He was in his small two room cottage with his Consort Tatiana. Charlie was twenty-three and worked as a researcher at a dragon preserve in Romania and had done well for himself. There was not a lot of money in Dragon research or such sciences, but he had published far more articles than any of his peers had was now considered one of the bright young stars in the field. It was his work that brought then eighteen year old Tatiana to Romania about a year ago. She graduated near the top of her class from one of the best Russian Schools of Magic and wanted to apprentice with a world renowned magical naturalist. Ordinarily, someone like Charlie would not have been considered as such. Newt Scamander was still the best, but he never took students fresh out of school. But Charlie's work with Dragons made him a leader in that field, so she left her home in St. Petersburg (it had been Leningrad when she was younger) and sought out the young Dragon man.
Fortunately, there was an opening at the Reserve and the idea of having an Apprentice intrigued Charlie. She was smart, hard working, logical and extremely pretty and they got along. When working in Dragon country, one needed to get along with their partner. In time, they fell for each other and on March 15th, she became his Consort in what was now their cabin in the forest. Now that he thought about it, he probably should have written his parents about this. The truth was he was terrible about that sort of things. He too easily forgot about writing when there was so much work and observations to report. Now he at least wished he had because he knew he was probably going to die with Tatiana and no one would know they were married.
The Romanian Dragon Reserve was home to several Dragon colonies representing five species in "semi-wild" confinement, all native to the region, and ten other non-native species in "close confinement" not unlike a zoo. The "semi-wild" species required careful control to keep them both from causing trouble and from being seen by Muggles. Charlie had worked hard on less forceful and more humane methods and was getting results. Dragon kills had dropped notably. Still, one species worried him: the Hungarian Horntails.
In addition to being the largest and most dangerous of the dragons, they were also very smart. Most Dragon Keepers thought little of the intelligence of their charges, but Charlie knew they were intelligent. Most other species were somewhat solitary. Even in favored nesting sites, they ignored others of their kind. Horntails, however, were both communal and had a noticeable social structure, Charlie had noted. There was an Alpha and then the rest. He knew the key to keeping the Horntails in line was keeping the Alpha content. Against his advice, others at the reserve had captured the Alpha for use in that damnable tournament and he knew the Alpha was not a happy dragon, if for no other reason than it had disappeared not long after returning from the Tournament. As Charlie could not identify a new Alpha in the flock, he knew the original was alive. But that also meant it was off the reserve and that worried him.
Not long after sunset, as he and Tatiana were enjoying diner, all hell broke loose. His cabin was in a small village where many of the Dragon Keepers lived (at least the ones who were either single or had no children.) Many spent their evenings in the tavern before heading home. Suddenly, there were flames everywhere and screams. Charlie and Tatiana rushed outside to see cabins and the tavern in flames and the obvious shape of several horntails in the sky with flames falling upon the village. Charlie had heard about this. Old books called it a rampage and it was apparent he was the only one who knew what to do when he saw several spells shoot into the air. The fools thought they could hold their ground! The only thing to do was run! He grabbed his wife and they headed for the woods. They never made it.
He looked out the next evening. He was on a wide ledge on the side of a high cliff. His wife was in his arms and amazingly neither of them were hurt. Horntails on a rampage destroy whatever it is that offended them and his guess was it was the Dragon Keepers. There was nothing he had ever read that suggested they took prisoners, but that seems to have been what had happened. Fifty yards from the trees he and Tatiana were grabbed firmly by a dragon and carried into the air. Moments after they were grabbed, he heard the noise die down behind him. The entire flock of thirty-three had taken flight and had flown through the night to wherever these mountains were. Just before dawn, they were set down on this ledge with two young dragons. Young they were but neither he nor Tatiana could take them and hope to live and it was impossible to apparate for some reason. He assumed they were on the breakfast menu until another dragon showed up with a bucket of water in one claw and a (dragon) roasted deer in the other. It took Charlie and Tatiana at least an hour to realize that the water and deer was for them. This was exceedingly odd but they discussed it and decided to ride this out for now. If ever they got out of this alive, it would be a paper to remember!
Tatiana awoke as surprised as Charlie had been that she had not become lunch when she was asleep and saw there was a new bucket of water (or the old one had been refilled) and another roasted deer.
"Fattening us up?" she asked.
"Or keeping us alive," Charlie shrugged.
"Why?"
"No idea."
Just after sunset, their dragon guards took them gently in their claws and leapt into the sky again.
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 16.* HOUSE POTTER
1. Hermione Jane (Granger) Potter, age 16 (Gr-5); CONSORT.*P - boy/girl (twins).
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 (SG-5).
11. Erin Faye Sullivan, age 16 (6/20/80) (SP-6); CONCUBINE POTTER 8/5/96.
HOUSE BLACK
1. Luna Celeste (Lovegood) Black, age 15 (Ra-4); CONSORT.*P
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).
10. Kathryn Marie (O'Fallon) Black Potter, age 16 (SP-5).
1. Narcissa (Cissy) Black, age 33 (Sl-5); Coven Bonded.
2. Gabrielle Collette Delacour, age 9; Veela Bond.
Bill Weasley, age 25.
1. Fleur Patrice (Delacour) Weasley, age 19; CONSORT.P – girl.
2. Mary Ellen (Howard) Weasley, age 18 (Hu-5).*P - boy.
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) Weasley, age 14 (Gr-3).
6. Lana Catherine (Powell) Weasley, age 22 (SA).*P
7. Carla (Masterson) Weasley, age 20 (PE-5).*P
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) Weasley, age 15 (Gr-4).
12. Agnes Gabrielle (Martin) Weasley, age 15 (Hu-4).
13. Morgan Laura (Carlson) Weasley, age 14 (Hu-3).
14. Francine Sally Broadmoor, age 14 (Ra-3).
15. Wanda Helen Parker, age 13 (5/14/83) (Gr-2); CONCUBINE BILL 8/5/96.
Neville Algicyrus Longbottom, age 16.*
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).P
7. Amanda (Kennedy) Longbottom, age 16 (SP-5).
8. Hannah Suzanne (Abbott) Longbottom, age 16 (Hu-5).
9. Patricia Faye (Abbott) Longbottom, age 14 (Hu-3).
10. Megan Allison (Jones) Longbottom, age 16 (Hu-5).
12. Leanne Lucille (Tinker) Longottom, age 17 (Gr-6).
13. Lavender Sue (Brown) Longbottom, age 16 (Gr-5).
14. Natalie Mae McDonald, age 14 (Gr-3).
15. Cho Chang, age 17 (11/23/78) (Ra-6); CONCUBINE NEVILLE 8/5/96.
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 - girl.
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).P
8. Helen May (Ivey) Weasley, age 20 (SG-5).
9. Caroline (Folsom) Weasley, age 18 (SD-5).
10. Annette Maria (Barnes) Weasley, age 15 (Gr-4).
11. Simone (Fanning) Weasley, age 15, (Hu-4).
12. Jessica (Jessie) (Bates) Weasley, age 14 (Gr-3).
13. Jennifer Lynn Faulken, age 14 (Hu-3).
14. Patsy Tennyson, age 14 (Ra-3).
15. Mary Simone Tennyson, age 14 (Ra-3).
16. Megan Anne Albright, age 13 (7/1/83) (Hu-2); CONCUBINE FRED 8/5/96.
George Weasley, age 18.
1. Angelina Olivia (Johnson) Weasley, age 18 (Gr); CONSORT.*P – boy.
2. Shelly Ann (Parker) Weasley, age 22 (SG).*P - girl.
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).*P
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) Weasley, age 15 (Hu-4).
10. Pamela Ray (Adams) Weasley, age 15 (Ra-4).
11. Selene Adams, age 13 (Ra-2).
12. Betsy (Watson) Weasley, age 14 (Gr-3).
13. Elaine Lucinda (Manning) Weasley, age 14 (Hu-3).
14. Michelle Eliza Graham, age 13 (Gr-2).
15. Alice Paulette McGregor, age 13 (12/2/82) (Hu-2); CONCUBINE FRED 8/5/96.
Lord Mayor Remus John Lupin, age 36.
1. Stephanie Mia (Rogers) Lupin, age 24 (SG); CONSORT.
2. Sarah Michelle (Hanson) Lupin, age 21 (SG).*
3. Amelia Renee (Carpenter) Lupin, age 21 (SG).*P
4. Tara Frances (Marks) Lupin, age 20 (SG-5).*
5. Christy (Matthews) Lupin, age 19 (SG).
6. Ellie Beth (Mitchell) Lupin, age 18 (PE-5).
Frank Longbottom, age 41.
1. Alice Maria (Pierson) Longbottom, age 40 (Ra); CONSORT.P
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) Longbottom, age 17 (SD-5).
Charlie Weasley, age 23
1. Tatiana Maria (Ivanova) Weasley, age 19 (9/30/76); CONSORT (3/15/96).