CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN: CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 7th, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell.
Three horses walked abreast along a wide path through the gardens of the Estate proper. Upon them sat three with striking blonde hair, a girl, a young woman and their mother. They were enjoying a leisurely morning ride and conversing in their native tongue.
"How have you been, Little One?" Apolline asked her young daughter.
"It's only been a day or so, Mother," Gabrielle said. "I can't really say."
"Oh? Are they not treating you well?"
"No Mother, they are. But it takes getting used to."
"It was your choice, Little One."
"I know, but it was not an easy one."
"You are young. Big choices are harder with youth," Apolline said. "But it was necessary given the Bond you formed and the situations in Europe. Your sister, Father and I would want you safe and happy, not living in too much fear and concern. Remember, your sister does live near. And I will be here quite often."
"You will?" Gabrielle asked.
"You may be betrothed, Little One, and your sister may be married, but I never will stop being your mother. I want to see you grow up and not read about it in letters. So your Father and I agreed that I should visit here on weekends to spend time with family. We also agreed that we shall spend the Christmas time here with you two and for the foreseeable future this shall be our place for summer Holiday. The truth is, as you shall receive your education here and not in France or England, I shall see more of you than I did your older sister."
"I'd like that," Gabrielle said. "The Bond does pull me to him, but I don't want to lose you or Papa."
"It is not his intention either," Apolline said. "We had a nice chat at lunch yesterday when he stopped by to check on the discussions and he agreed that my coming often is for the best. He was most grateful for it."
"Until recently he never had a true family," Fleur said, "at least not one he remembers. It is very important to him."
Gabriella giggle. "Grandmother says to be careful what you wish for, you may get it. Harry wished for family and now…?"
Apolline nodded. "Minerva said the same to me as well when I met with her about Gabrielle's education. Not having a true family, Harry is very protective of the ones he does care about. By joining his family he does not want any of his ladies to lose theirs."
"Some may anyway," Fleur said. "It might be some families will be unwilling to accept this."
"But it won't be because of anything from Charenwell," Apolline said. "We can't make people accept what they don't wish to, but Harry will not make accepting difficult. I must say your father and I believe you two are quite lucky. True, we would have preferred a more conventional arrangement. But having met your life mates, we know you will be content and happy in your lives and we both feel we could not have arranged a better match had we tried."
"Thank you," the two girls said.
"So," Apolline smirked, "have you seen any mischief, Little One?"
Gabrielle was confused for a bit and then realized what her mother was asking and blushed. "No mother," she replied. "I was not at the Bonding the other night. The others were, but they agree that as I am not fully Bonded and it was not my time, it was for the best that I was elsewhere. Harry has been clear that I shall not be asked nor required to be about when such things are going on and he wants the others to respect that. If they get … playful … and want some time with Harry … or each other … it should not be in a room where I am. The couple of times such things looked like they might happen, they left for another room. Harry told me I am the one who decides when it is right to see such things, but he hopes it's not until I am much closer to Bonding Age. For now, they don't hide behind closed doors, but neither do I go looking."
"I am pleased to hear that," Apolline said. "I was afraid he might not have realized we were teasing him a little. And where were you for the Bonding?"
"In my new room. Dany was helping me unpack my things and decorate."
"Dany?"
"She's the Elf Maiden assigned to the flat I share with Miss Cissy. She's very nice. I have my own room which is even bigger than at home and Cissy has the other on the other side of our private sitting room. She does treat me like a daughter, I guess."
"Which one? Cissy or Dany?"
"Oh, they both do, but I was talking about Cissy."
"Do you like her?"
Gabrielle nodded. "She's nice and can be funny. I can speak French with her which is good too. I still don't understand all the English."
"It will come in time," Fleur said. "And then they shall learn they've unleashed a little monster," she added with a giggle.
"Fleur!" Gabrielle protested.
"She has a point, Little One," Apolline said. "You do enjoy conversation."
"Fine!" Gabrielle pouted.
"So what did you do yesterday?"
"After breakfast Harry left with Cissy for his work and many of the others left as well. Not all left and I spent the morning with Miss Connie who speaks and understands French well enough, although there were others about too. Connie showed me around the Manor including the huge Library where others were about their business and reading and such. That's where they all bonded to Harry you know."
"Really?"
Gabrielle nodded. "Connie showed me where it happens and told me a little about it, but not the details. She said that was where Harry bonded to Hermione and she to him and it was their first time and that Hermione decided Harry should bond with others rather than let the English Wizards have them and they all Bonded to him there as well. She also said that all of Harry's wives were present for all the Bondings of those who came after aside from his second Consort Luna. Hermione was there for that one, though."
"We found it is a good thing to join others to the family that way," Fleur added. "We have our own place for that where we are staying and Bill has asked for an exact copy for our new home."
"After lunch," Gabrielle continued, "I spent my time with Miss Daphne and Miss Astoria who are very good at French and we talked about things in general. They told me that I will continue my regular lessons but I will also begin learning magic as well. I can't wait! They also told me more about this family and that many of the Sisters – which is how they call each other – will be having children soon."
"Really?" Apolline asked.
Gabrielle nodded. "Lady Hermione, Lady Luna and Miss Minerva, Miss Mallory, Miss Dora and Miss Daphne will be having babies. And let's see… Miss Ginny, Miss Stacey, Miss Rhonda, Miss Karen, Miss Katie, Miss Padma and her sister Parvati and Miss Connie have permission to as well. Oh, and Miss Cissy hopes to too. Miss Daphne told me they think it's because they've become a Coven. She says the others all want to have children. Miss Astoria will wait until next summer or so as aside from me she is the youngest. The others may not wait more than a few months."
Apolline looked at Gabrielle then at Fleur who blushed.
"It's not that different in my home," Fleur admitted. "You know I am expecting."
Apolline nodded.
"Mary, Lana and Donna are also expecting," Fleur said. "Six others have permission. Each House has their own rules about that as to when a girl can get permission, although in most cases so long as they are going to be at least sixteen when they are due and have Love Bonded, they will get permission for children."
"You're expecting," Gabrielle asked after that news had sunk in. "I'm going to be an Aunt?"
Fleur nodded. "Yes. Although you will be one anyway through Harry."
"Daphne said I could help with the little ones when they come," Gabrielle said.
"That's wonderful!" Apolline said.
"I was about your age when you came," Fleur said. "Mother made sure I helped with you."
Apolline chucked. "You're big sister was very good about a lot of things, but needed persuasion to learn to change you. It was good for her I think. Based upon how you have grown, your sister should make a wonderful mother. If you help your family the same way, so will you when your time comes."
"You will be here when your granddaughter arrives?" Fleur asked.
"You already know?" Apolline asked in reply.
"Harry's Mallory is a Healer," Fleur said. "She checks us all each Monday once we're sure, we have appointments every two weeks until it is time."
"And when…?"
"Around the middle of April," Fleur said."I'll be sure to tell your Father," Apolline said with a smile.
"How long will you and Papa be staying?" Gabrielle asked.
"Your Father will be returning to France tomorrow evening, although he will stop by for a time to spend some time with both of you. I'll be returning Sunday evening, but as I said I shall try and be here on weekends."
Gabielle pouted. "I shall miss you two."
"You shall see plenty of us, Little One. Well, more of me at any rate. Your father is quite busy now as Minister you know."
Gabrielle nodded. "Where is he now?"
"Meetings," Apolline relpied. "He's meeting with the Lord Mayor of Charenwell and members of their government as well as our Ambassador and the Magical Ambassadors from Spain, Germany and Scandanavia."
"Why?"
"Our home country was all but invaded during the last wizard war in England. Thousands were fleeing to our shores, although some did go to the other countries as well. The English assured us they were dealing with the trouble, but we saw little of their results and we were stuck having to find lodgings and food for those who fled. This we are willing to do again, but not like before. With their Dumbledore in charge of the I.C.W. we could not control immigration and the refugees and the Dark Ones took advantage and tried to spread their evil to our shores. This we will not allow again. Your Father and the others are discussing ways to prevent the English from going where they will in our lands and to keep the Evil Ones out altogether. They may be discussing other issues of mutual concern as well…"
"And Harry?"
"He is leaving much to his government and those who do this for a profession, although he does meet with them as well."
"His Duke business," Gabrielle said nodding. "Miss Cissy and the others told me he does a lot of things during the day, so much that he needs more than a day to do them. So he has more than a day each day to do all he needs to do. Miss Cissy helps him with his Duke Day stuff. He also spends a day training and another learning and is here and not here at the same time."
"Time Turner?"
Gabrielle nodded. "I haven't seen two Harry's yet, but others have so they told me so I wouldn't get to worried or think I was mad if I do."
"That was very thoughtful of them."
"They are being very nice to me," Gabrielle smiled.
The path had taken them into a nice, shady wood when Apolline suddenly stopped her horse. "Mon Deux!" she exclaimed as Fleur and Gabrielle stopped as well. Before them was a large creature that Gabrielle had never seen before. Its back end was not unlike a horse, with a fine grey coat, the single hooves of the equine at the end of its rear legs and a white, swishy tail. But that was where the similarity ended. The front of the creature was avian, grey and spotted feathers covered it back to two huge wings and its forward legs, as long as they were in back, ended in the huge talons of a bird of prey. The head large and had the sharp, curved beak of an eagle. Its yellow eyes glared at the three of them as if deciding whether they might be tasty. "Bow," Apolline whispered to her daughters. They did as she asked, watching the beast and noted it almost immediately bowed back.
"What is it?" Gabrielle asked.
"Hippogriff," her mother replied.
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 7th, 1996 – Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland, U.K.
Alastor "Mad-eye" Moody was furious with the old fool. The man was supposed to be one of the best educated and thoughtful wizards of his day and one did not live well past one hundred as he had by doing stupid things as the man had tried. Alastor had seen children exercise more caution and vigilance than this so called Leader of the Light had just earlier. Had Dumbledore been on his own as originally planned, the man would be dead! Alastor had held his tongue, waiting to get behind the door to the idiot's privacy warded office before saying more.
Just as the door closed, Alastor spoke: "That was a foolish thing to do, Albus," his voice far less respectful in tone than in language. "What possibly possessed you to try and reach for that trifle? You knew how dangerous the outer defenses were!"
"You said it yourself," Dumbledore replied resignedly, "there was a powerful compulsion charm on the object."
"Dragon Dung! You were told that before you tried and reach for it! You're skilled enough with the mind arts to have not fallen under that spell. If I hadn't stunned you…"
"I thank you for that, Alastor," Dumbledore sighed. "It would have proved fatal in the end as you say?"
"Nasty bit of necromancy," Mad-eye nodded noting a gleam in the Old Man's eye. "Did a scan while you were out cold. In addition to that Compulsion Charm that seemed to infatuate you far too much, there was also the Leper's Curse."
"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that one, Alastor."
"Bloody good thing too," Mad-eye said. "Hasn't been used in centuries as far as I know and the law regarding it hasn't changed. You get caught using this curse, it's the Veil for you. You can forget Azkaban. This ain't some Unforgivable, although it's at least as bad. It's Necromancy which still carries but one penalty for even dabbling in it: death."
"And what would have happened had I tried on that ring?"
"If the curse were still active – which it was when you went for it – a slow, painful death. The curse was designed to mimic Leprosy."
"An old Muggle disease," Albus noted.
"And quite nasty. But this is only a mimic. Had you put that on, you would have begun to die immediately. Your finger would dies first and there's no cure. Cut it off and it's already too late. Although, do nothing and you'd lose the finger anyway once it rotted off your hand. You'd then lose the hand, and arm in progression. When it runs out of a limb, it would begin killing your internal organs, eventually finding one you can't live without. This assumes, of course, the numerous infections your dying body would contract didn't finish you off first."
"And now?"
"Curse has been deactivated," Moody said. "A few drops of blood before it contacts live flesh dispels the magic."
"So it is safe?"
Moody nodded. "Magically inert," he saw a flash of shock from Dumbledore. "All you got there is a cheap bauble."
"Inert, you said? There is no other magic?"
Moody nodded reaching into his pocket and tossing Dumbledore the ring. "Why Voldemort would go to such trouble to protect that thing is beyond me."
"It was supposed to be one of his horcrux's," Dumbledore said. "It was an heirloom of the Gaunt family – his mother's family. It was an ancient, overly Pureblood line of which Tom Marvole Riddle, who is now called Voldemort, it the last surviving member."
"Overly pureblood?" Moody asked.
"Marope Gaunt was Riddle's mother," Dumbledore said. "She was either a Squib or borderline. She was one of two children of Marvolo and Dinah Gaunt, who were brother and sister as were their parents and at least the previous three generations. She was to mate with her then nineteen year old brother, but used a love potion on a Muggle – Riddle's father – and evaded that fate when she was twelve. The potion wore off before Tom was born and Marope died giving him life. The Gaunt line was too poor to arrange marriages with any Pureblood line so they resorted to incest to maintain their 'purity' rather than marry into a less pure line."
"That's taking it to an extreme," Moody said. "And why do you think that ring was a horcrux?"
"Riddle was obsessed with both ancestry and Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "Once he knew he could make a Horcrux, he began seeking out objects that were either connected to his magical family or the Founders. I have learned from sources over the past few years he succeeded in finding two Founders' artifacts while a clerk at Borgin & Burke's after he finished school."
"Oh?" He knew Dumbledore suspected Voldemort had made at least one of those vile things, but the old goat never told anyone more than a fraction of what he should. Even then he parsed out his carefully guarded information as if it were worth far more than all the gold in Gringotts. Moody never understood this from a practical point of view. How the hell did this man expect anyone to help him? Then again, maybe he was so full of himself the thought never crossed his closed mind that maybe someone knows something he does not.
"He murdered a woman named Hezphia Smith, a collector of rare magical objects, particularly objects of historical significance and a frequent customer of that establishment. Missing when her estate was settled was a locket said to belong to Salazar Slytherin and a cup belonging to Helga Hufflepuff. Riddle had, by then, conveniently disappeared."
"So he's a murdering thief among his other crimes," Moody replied. "Bit of a leap from there to a Horcrux."
Dumbledore sat at his desk and opened a drawer. He pulled a small book with a black, leather cover and placed it on the desk. It looked a mess and as if a hole had been bore through it.
"It was a Horcrux," Dumbledore said. "Tom Riddle made it while still a student here at school. He opened the Chamber of Secrets in 1943 and used the beast within to murder a fellow student to create his first Horcrux, this book."
"First?" Moody exclaimed in feigned surprise. Moody was sufficiently within the Inner Circle to know about Albus's pet theories, but the man never had told anyone the details before. "And how do you even know it is one?"
"It surfaced again about four years ago," Albus said. "It was left with an unsuspecting First Year girl who used it as a Diary of sorts. It took possession of her and while under such possession she opened the Chamber again. The events of that year are consistent with the effects of a Horcrux attempting to regain physical form."
"But it was destroyed, I take it?"
Dumbledore nodded. "Fortuitous circumstances really. Harry managed to slay the beast in the Chamber, save the girl and destroy the Horcrux. He never told me the whole tale and I'm sure it's even more impressive than I make it sound, especially as he was but twelve at the time. One day, perhaps. Alas, he has grown into all too typical a teenager and has decided not to mind his elders as he should, but that's just a phase."
Moody decided to leave the last comment for later. "Still, what makes you think Voldemort even attempted to make more than one? No one has before." He had never questioned Albus on this point before, mainly because it had not become and operational necessity until today but also acting like a blind loyal lackey had become necessary once he decided the Old Man was not to be trusted with anything, not even with wiping his own arse…
"Which is one of many reasons why he would try, Alastor. His ego would demand it. He has since made comments suggesting that he succeeded. Nothing explicit, mind you, just off hand comments about how he has cheated death more thoroughly than any wizard in history."
"Bragging is not the same as doing," Moody said. "It usually implies just the opposite. And, given that the object you hold is not a Horcrux…"
"Are you sure?"
"It's magically inert, Albus! Where it such a vile object, it would register magic! It would show up as a product of Necromancy over and beyond the curses that were upon it! But, while I can't say that ring was never magical, I can say it is not magical now."
A brief look of disappointment flashed across the old man's face.
"Could have been a decoy," Moody supposed.
"No. It was not."
"You know for an absolute fact that thing was a horcrux?"
"Sorry, I was thinking of something else," Dumbledore replied. "The stone in the ring was magical once. You're saying it's not?"
"Ring and stone inert. Had to be if it was to be used for one of those things. The vessel must be purified of all magic or the soul fragment would either not affix or be rejected."
"Y-you sure?"
Moody nodded. "Advanced Auror training," Moody replied. "We learned about what those things were and how to detect them. Any trace of pre-existing magic on the object and you can rule out a Horcrux. If that thing was magical and if Voldemort was going to use it as a Horcrux, he had to purge the pre-existing magic first. It's the whole reason you use inanimate objects," Moody continued, "and preferably gold ones. Iron rusts, wood rots. Gold does neither. As for a magical living thing, the magical purge required would kill it and it would rot away."
"I believe Voldemort's snake might be one," Albus mused.
"Is it magical?"
"Unnaturally large…"
"Which could be the case simply by being a familiar. It's just a snake? It's not a basilisk, ashwinder or roonspoor?"
"None of those."
"It is conceivable that a non-magical living thing might serve, but there is no record of that being tried for the simple reason that while magical creatures can live a long time, most non-magical creatures do not. Were one to try a living thing, a tree would be a better choice due to their generally longer lifespans, but even then … not all trees live long and they do have a habit of being cut down or burned."
"B-but H-Harry," Albus began.
The old man slipped! Moody rejoiced inside. The old bastard thought… "You thought the boy was a Horcrux?"
"He had the taint of it," Albus said in his defense. "He has that unnatural connection…"
"The taint could be because Voldemort killed that night intending to make one. Necromancy leaves a powerful magical stench, for lack of a better word. The connection? Who knows? It might have been an echo or something or a piece of the man's spirit, but Potter was not a Horcrux. He's not an anchor to keep the bastard's soul from crossing over."
"I took him to the Department of Mysteries," Albus said. "Rookwood said it was possible he had a piece of another's soul. You're saying he could not be a horcrux?"
"This is the same Rookwood who was later sentenced to life in prison for being a Death Eater? Consider the source, Albus. The lad is said to have killed Rookwood's godhead and you deliver him up on a platter? What did the bastard tell you to do to the boy?"
"Kill him," Albus said.
"Which you did not do."
"There's still the Prophecy."
Moody was well aware of that and nodded. "Which assumes Potter is the One. For all we know, the One was born years later."
"I'm sure it's Potter," Dumbledore replied.
Of course, Moody thought. House Potter has been thwarting House Dumbledore for centuries so naturally Harry is the One true target for the old goat. "Academic," Moody said, "given that Potter has absconded."
"A minor setback," Dumbledore replied. "I had certain affairs to attend to, but I can now remedy that situation."
"Oh?"
"He might be able to evade Owl Post," Dumbledore continued, "either by Ward or distance. Phoenixes, on the other hand, have no such restrictions." Albus walked over to the perch where is phoenix Fawkes sat watching. He pulled an envelope from his robes, tied it to the bird's leg and told Fawkes to take the letter to Harry Potter wherever the boy may be. The bird disappeared in a flash of flames.
"A letter?" Moody asked. He doubted Harry would be fool enough to accept post from that bird knowing who its owner was, but he still worried as he knew the bird could probably get to Harry before he could warn the lad. "Don't see how that'll work. The lad made it pretty clear where you stand with him now."
"Compulsion charm," Albus shrugged. "He'll open it. Once he does, the portkey activates and he arrives here. Then it's the usual doses of charms and he's little tantrum is at an end."
Moody nodded as if agreeing. Something deep inside told Moody that Albus had a better chance making Chaser for England in ten years than he had of tricking the boy with his flashy pet.
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 7th, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell.
Laura Madley was thirteen years old and had finished her Second Year as a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts. She had entered that year not much different than she was the year before, but had a growth spurt Fall term in more ways than one and arrived home for Christmas in desperate need of an entirely new wardrobe has she was then four inches taller than she had been only months before and needed a real bra as the training ones she left for school with were both useless and too tight. She knew she wasn't quite ready for boys in her heart and head, but her body was. Not that any boys had noticed. Then again, the school robes were about as unflattering to the female anatomy as one could get. She might have a "decent rack" for her age and not a bad one for even an older age, but unless you were seriously top heavy, the robes all but hid that. Boys only began noticing girls Third Year and that was because the girls could wear "real" clothes on Hogsmeade Weekends thus displaying it if they had it.
She was told that boys loved boobs so if you had them and wanted boys to notice, flaunt them. She was told that by a Fourth Year Ravenclaw girl while they were naked in bed playing with each other's "boy magnets" before getting to the real reason they were there in the first place. Ravenclaw was arguably the most girl sexed of the four Houses. Laura had wondered whether it was intellectual curiosity, as it seemed it was a few days after her first period when she was taken aside by a Sixth Year girl, who Laura knew slept with any girl who'd let her, and was told about the need for releases. The talk led to a practical demonstration of release methods by the girl and Laura's first orgasm courtesy of the girl. She later learned that Marietta had been every Girl Sex girl's first time in Ravenclaw since her Second Year unless they were not into it at all. There were seven girls in Laura's year and dorm. They were all old enough to need such stimulation by the end of last year and Marietta had done them all first, and they each other later. Still, some of the other older girls who had "partied" with the Second Years made it clear that there were things a girl could not do that a boy could if he knew what he was doing.
Laura's summer had been rather boring. Her Dad worked for the Ministry of Magic and with the stuff that had been going on and the I.C.W. Audit, he had to cancel their planned trip to the Continent. Laura's older brother Marcus had been a Fourth Year in Slytherin and, despite being a Half-blood and therefore at the bottom of that House's social pool, was almost as much of a jerk as the rest of that House. Then again, he always was a jerk, in her opinion. Her younger sister Lyla was ten and would not be starting Hogwarts until 1997. She liked Lyla, but Lyla was such a kid now.
The Madley's were an old magical family, but no one could call them Purebloods. Her brother survived in Slytherin mainly because the Madley name had been around since well before most of the names in that House and as long as all but a few in Britain. But the Madley's never held to Pureblood ideals or customs. This meant her Dad had married a witch whose parents were Muggle Borns and was proud of that fact and, unlike the Pureblood elites, he did not maintain a Concubine. Laura did know a little bit about what that was. Purebloods bought young witches as playthings for themselves and their friends. Her parents never really told her who sold witches, how they got them or any of that, just that it happened to some unfortunate women because the person who could sell them needed money or something. Growing up in the magical world, Laura was not as horrified that something like that could happen as she might have been otherwise. After all, many magical homes had House Elves and while Concubines were different, it was the same sort of thing and it had been this way forever. Laura was told not to worry about such things and she believed her Daddy would never sell her or Lyla.
What she did not know was he already had. In 1987 he had gotten into serious financial trouble as a result of a card game and sold Contracts of Interest in his two daughters to a friend who had promised not to exercise the contracts. As neither girl was old enough to bond, the contracts could be left alone forever. It was also a private sale, which also never needed to be executed in full unless there was another contract requiring it to be fulfilled. That was not the situation regarding Laura. When she was four, she was sold as a future Concubine and it was not until last year that the sale could go forward to completion. The buyer had promised, but not sworn never to complete the sale, or sell the Contract. But a lot can happen in nine years and the Buyer had fallen on hard times and sold his Bondable witch at Auction. That witch was Laura and she knew nothing about it. In all probability, her father had forgotten that his little girl might be sold off despite assurances to the contrary all those years ago. While Laura knew of Concubines, her Dad had never told her about that Contract.
This was how she found herself in a huge room with plants and chairs and such. She knew she was not dreaming as she had been out for a walk when she suddenly was no longer walking through the woods near her home and was here. She had never been here before or even dreamed of this place in any way. She saw she was not alone and that there were three others looking around in confusion. Two were Ravenclaws like herself. Su Li had been a Fifth Year and was one of two in that year whom Laura knew were not on the Girl Sex menu. Although Su was Muggle Born and that usually meant they would not be because it was unacceptable in their world, the real reason was Su hated Marietta. Laura could see that. Marietta might be good at sex, but she could be a real bitch if you needed her for anything other than sex. The other girl was Laura's roommate Morgan Carpenter; another Muggle Born but one who wanted the "full experience of being a true witch" enough to ignore her non-magical upbringing at least in the dorms. The third girl was a Hufflepuff in Laura's year whom she recognized from classes named Bonnie Carter; although aside from the name, Laura knew nothing about the girl.
"Laura?" Morgan asked, "what' going on?"
"No idea," Laura said. That was not entirely true. She had an idea and hoped she was very wrong for once. But before she could think about much else, she was distracted when she saw a blonde haired girl who might have been her little sister's age run past them calling out something in a language Laura though sounded French; not that it mattered because Laura did not know that language.
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 7th, 1996 – Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic, London, U.K.
Kingsley was at his desk. He really wondered why he had accepted Amelia's old job and wondered if she hated it was much as he did. Were it not for the fact that he was in a very good position to "spy" on the Ministry as a senior Department Head for his "real" boss, he would have asked for a return to Auror duty. But, for as long as he could maintain his cover, the information he was able to gather was more important than the indignations of the petty politics and boredom of the mounds of paperwork. He was trying his best to put his Department on a war footing despite being an agent for a foreign power. He hoped Voldemort could be defeated without any outside intervention. But Kingsley was realistic enough to know that this could never happen so long as Dumbledore and the Purebloods continued to pull the strings in Magical Britain, hence his support of a group that might actually do something.
The door to his office flew open and that dangerous moron of a toad walked in.
"Don't you ever knock?" he snapped at Umbridge.
"Now see here, Kingsley…" she began.
"It's Director or Director Shacklebolt to you!"
The woman ignored him, as usual. Were she born a tiger, Kingsley was certain her mother would have eaten her as a cub. She was living proof as to why it should be illegal for Purebloods to interbreed. "What have you done about the Quibbler?" she demanded.
The truth was absolutely nothing. He had no need to waste his people's time on that because he already knew the answer and the answer was there was nothing the Ministry could do about it as it was now a foreign publication distributed by means outside of Ministry control. "I sent some people over after our meeting yesterday," he lied.
"And?"
"You'll be happy to learn their offices are shut down."
"Excellent," she smiled and turned as if to leave.
"But not so happy to learn that their offices were absolutely empty and appeared to have been vacant for some time," Kingsley said.
"What?" she turned again.
"The office and its print shop have been on the market a month," Kingsley said. "Vacated July 3rd, according to the agent. The Agent has no idea where it went and has no information about how to contact or even locate them."
"But they are publishing!"
"Not from that location or any other property registered with the Ministry," Kingsley said.
"How… They've gone hiding! FIND THEM!!"
"I don't see why this is so important…" Kingsley began.
"Minister Fudge wants them out of business! This should make that a top priority for you!"
"We both know Fudge still draws a pay stub only because the Wizengamot can't get the quorum necessary to sack him. We also know that Scrimgeour thought the Ministry should have sacked you ages ago for being useless, provided he hasn't found a way to have you locked away. You have no authority over me and I am tired of your attitude. I've got far more pressing matters than dealing with your bad press days and my people do as well."
Umbridge began to say something.
"I would suggest you leave my office before I have you escorted out, Undersecretary," he pressed a button on his desk. "Amy, send security."
"This isn't the last of this, Shacklebolt!" Umbridge huffed and she turned and left.
Actually, Kingsley thought, for you it is.
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 7th, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell.
While Gabrielle Delacour might have been barely ten, she was in her mind a Potter now and Potters were brave and caring. The Hippogriff seemed placid enough and had not really threatened them at all, but almost as soon as it bowed, others appeared. Her Mother whispered that the creatures were generally not dangerous, but could become so and told Gabrielle to slowly head away towards the Manor. She and Fleur would stay and back away slowly so as not to provoke the creatures, but Gabrielle needed to get some help here just in case. Help, in Gabrielle's mind meant only one thing: Harry.
She did as she was told, slowly turning her horse around and slowly walking away from her Mother and sister, hoping nothing bad would happen. She was not terrified with worry. She was certain they had their wands and could apparate away if need be, but that would leave the poor horses to whatever fate awaited them. She was soon out of the woods and looked back and saw nothing but trees. Hoping she wasn't being followed, she spurred her horse and let it run.
She knew who would be at the Manor, at least from her House. A Harry was off somewhere doing Duke things. Cissy would be with that Harry along with four of his other wives. Another version of Harry was training and that was away from the Manor as well in the mornings. She had been told they were learning to fly airplanes or something like that. That Harry had ten of his ladies with him. This was a bonding day, she was told, so the third Harry and another ten or eleven witches should be at the Manor. She also knew it was morning and the bonding began around two in the afternoon which meant Harry and his ladies could come help her mother and sister. She hoped at least one of the witches who spoke French was there.
She pulled her horse to a stop just in front of the Manor and practically jumped off, running towards the front door as soon as her feet were on the ground. She knew that there would be an Elf just inside in case of visitors and sure enough there was.
"Where is Harry?" she asked in French. Fortunately while most of the humans in the House either could not speak or understand French nearly as well as Gabrielle could English, the Elves had no such problems.
"He's in the Library, Miss Gabrielle," the elf began.
"Thank you!" she said running off before the elf could say anything more. Gabrielle did not hear what else the Elf was trying to say nor did she bother to notice the four young women standing nearby with confused looks upon their faces.
She came to the Library and saw the door was closed, not thinking as to why. She opened the door and ran inside looking for Harry and suddenly seeing far too much of him. It was only a second and only from behind, for as soon as she saw what she saw, she covered her eyes. Harry was naked and moving his hips back and forth rapidly and she got a really good view of his backside. Directly in front was a witch, also naked on all fours facing away from his with her head between the legs of another witch lying on the floor. Gabrielle may have walked in on her parents once and knew more about such things than a lot of girls her age, but she never imagined anything like that and to walk in on it…? She was blushing furiously, horribly embarrassed and keeping her eyes shut. She didn't want to say anything yet because she didn't want them mad at her for coming in on them. While her eyes were quite closed, her ears were not and that was almost as embarrassing as seeing! They were making noises!
She didn't know how long she stood there waiting for them to stop so she could speak, but finally the noises from all three were over, aside from panting and some contended sighs and Gabrielle figured they were done doing whatever.
"Harry!" she called out, still with her hands over her eyes.
"Gabrielle?" he replied with surprise in his voice, but at least he did not seem angry.
Gabrielle then began talking away in French, as she could not think of the English.
"What?" Harry's voice asked.
"She said her Mum and sister are in danger and need your help, Harry," a female voice said.
Gabrielle said some more.
"They were riding through some woods and came upon a …" the female voice said. "I don't know the word."
Gabrielle clarified.
"A large magical creature, she says. The back end is like a horse, front like an eagle."
"A hippogriff?" Harry asked.
"Oui! Oui!" Gabrielle replied.
"More than one, Harry," the female voice said.
"I didn't know there were any here," Harry began.
"You can open your eyes now," another voice giggled.
Gabrielle did and saw that the girls were now wearing robes and Harry was dressed.
"She says she sorry about seeing," the blonde haired witch Gabrielle knew was named Connie said.
Harry shrugged. "Where are they?"
"She'll show you. She left her horse out front."
Harry shook his head. "No. Dobby?"
An elf appeared. "Yes Sir?"
"I need my Firebolt. Meet me at the front door right away."
"Sir!" Dobby said and disappeared with a pop.
"Can you show me where they are, Gabrielle?" Harry asked.
Gabrielle nodded.
"Can you do it while on my broom with me? We'll get there quicker."
After a short pause, Gabrielle nodded.
"Come with me then," Harry said taking Gabrielle's hand and leading her quickly, but not too quickly from the Library.
When they reached the front of the Manor, Dobby was waiting with the broom. He had Gabrielle mount it first and he was soon behind her. She was in heaven feeling her future Bond Mate's arms around her yet knowing this and some minor kisses on the cheek and such was as intimate as they could be for some time. Still, to be in his arms like this was magic. But they had a mission.
"Can you point me to where they are?" Harry asked quietly.
"Yes," Gabrielle replied. It was a word she could do in English.
He kicked off the ground and she pointed to where he needed to go. It did not take long before they arrived at the place in the woods. Gabrielle was very relieved to see that her mother and sister were still on their horses and unharmed, but there were far more of those Hippogriffs around than when she had left to find Harry. He landed beside her sister and dropped their broom and took her by the hand leading her to the Hippogriff who had first appeared. He bowed to it, and she followed, and the creature bowed back without any hesitation. Harry all but pulled Gabrielle forward and was soon stroking the beast's head.
"I'm so sorry Buckbeak," he said. "I forgot about you, my friend."
There was an "Eeep!" from Gabrielle and Buckbeak turned to look at the girl standing beside Harry. Harry wondered what was going on for a moment. Then Gabrielle began saying something in very fast and excited French, none of which Harry understood. He looked at the two women on horseback.
"She says he is speaking with her," Fleur told Harry in surprise.
"Really?" Harry asked.
A strange conversation then began with Gabrielle supposedly hearing the thoughts of the Hippogriff or something like that which she would then tell her mother and sister in French, which they in turn would translate into English for Harry. Harry really did not know what to think about it. Then again, to expect magic to make sense was expecting a lot.
Buckbeak was the head of his Herd. For over a century, they had been scattered all over Europe with some in Spain, others in Scandinavia, France, the Black Forest in Germany and Scotland. Two groups had gathered at magical schools where they were out of sight from Muggles and also protected from magical poachers. Buckbeak had come to live at Hogwarts with six of his Herd and his principal mare was at Beaubatons in France with another six. Buckbeak had been head of his Herd for over two hundred years as Hippogriffs tended to live for many centuries unless they ran afoul of poachers, a fate that had far too often cost them foals.
Buckbeak considered Harry a friend and Hermione as well. They had saved him from the Huntsman a couple of years earlier and through them he met Sirius whom he also considered a true friend and with whom he had some wonderful adventures. It was through Sirius he learned of Charenwell as the two had traveled here following their escape a couple of years earlier. Buckbeak had decided that if and when he could, he would gather his herd and bring them here. He knew of the magical preserve and knew his herd would be safe here and they could again have foals and not fear poachers. When Sirius died a wizard came to the place in London and let Buckbeak out and he had spent the several weeks since gathering his herd.
As for his ability to communicate with Gabrielle, this talent had always existed amongst his kind. He had hoped to make that kind of connection with Harry, but also knew that the connection required at least one of them to be a foal. Harry was not a foal, but Gabrielle was and she was also open to the connection and not a threat to Buckbeak or the herd.
The herd would reside at the Preserve, but Buckbeak wanted to maintain this new connection. Harry had helped the creature and by extension the whole herd and Buckbeak and the others had decided to make Harry and Hermione honorary members. Gabrielle was to be one as well as she had this connection to them and she was, while but a foal, fated to become one of Harry's mares. A Hippogriff was offered to be stationed at the Manor both as a messenger between their human herd members and a protector. Harry thought this was an interesting idea that might have potential going forward and agreed to the idea. A Hippogriff named Asalara, a young stallion without a mare yet, would fill that role, although Buckbeak promised to be by frequently. The odd exchange ended with Gabrielle being offered the chance to spend the day with the herd, less Asalara. Harry had no problems with this and assured Gabrielle and her mother and sister that he trusted Buckbeak. Fleur would have considered joining her sister were this not a Bonding Day. Apolline had been invited to observe the last Bonding in Fleur's House. As Harry had a new witch to attend to as well, he too had to decline. But little Gabrielle would go with the herd and be returned to the Manor by supper time. Harry thought this was an excellent way to get her away from the Manor during the Bonding.
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 7th, 1996 – A small woods in Sussex, U.K.
England is known for its hikers and bird watchers, among many other things as long as one was not thinking food. There were all sorts of clubs around dedicated to birding and hiking and sometimes both and the birders all hoped to identify either a new species or at least a non-native species that had somehow found itself on England's shores. They would have marveled at the huge and strange scarlet and gold bird perched in a tree in the woods had any been around, but none were.
Fawkes had been given a most loathsome task by a most loathsome wizard. Fawkes was a phoenix, a bird of beauty and purity and one associated rightly with good magic. It was generally believed that a phoenix might choose a human companion on rare occasion and that companionship was de facto proof that the human was a good natured person. In almost all cases this as true. It was not true in Fawkes case.
No one knew where phoenixes came from or how old they were. They were rare and there was no reason to believe they would be less rare. Phoenixes lived for up to twenty years or so, although sometimes less. When that incarnation reached the end of its life, it would burst into flames and be reduced to a pile of ash. Within the ash, the essence of the bird would be reborn as a chick. It fed on ambient magic and would rapidly grow and fledge. Within the few weeks it was but a chick, however, it was vulnerable.
Over a hundred years ago Fawkes had undergone a burning day. As a chick, he had been discovered by a most vile wizard who knew the potential of the bird and bound the bird to him with dark magic. For over a century, Fawkes had fought that bond to no avail and to his dismay remained enslaved to an evil man and used as proof that the man was good when in fact he was not. Several times, he had come close to breaking his bonds with that vile man, only to be bound tighter by dark magics. The last time he almost escaped, the evil one bound him with magic tied to another supposedly under the man's control. That bond proved unbreakable or so it seemed.
Fawkes was bound to Dumbledore again by a dark rite that tied him to Dumbledore through a baby named Harry Potter. The charms and wards keyed into the boy were tied to Fawkes as well. So long as Potter was bound to Dumbledore, Fawkes was as well. But that bond had failed utterly within the last month or so. Fawkes had remained trapped in that man's office which was warded in such a way that he could not leave without permission and he had feared the old man would bind him again.
While a phoenix was associated with good, they were both highly intelligent and could be quite devious. Fawkes knew the old man could sense the signs of the phoenix breaking through the bonds and had learned how to hide that fact. All he needed was permission to leave that damnable room and he knew he could be free again. It had been a long wait, but the old man was so wrapped up in his schemes, he had forgotten that the current bond was tied to a bond that had failed. This little mission was Fawkes's chance. He was told to deliver this letter to Harry Potter and he knew it was a trap for the boy. But free of his prison, he no longer had any reason to follow the old man.
He sat on a bough and pecked at the letter attached to his leg. Once it was gone, he was free. The old man could not know of his disobedience as he pecked away and finally saw the vile thing fall free and float to the forest floor below. He sang a song of joy before disappearing to wherever, free of that evil man at last.
The letter, however, remained dangerous. It was, after all, a portkey and Fawkes had somehow managed to free it from the envelope. It sat on the forest floor for only a few minutes before a badger found it and grabbed it for some reason most likely associated with the compulsion charm. As soon as the badger touched the parchment, the portkey activated transporting a very irate badger to an enclosed office far to the north. Little would remain undamaged in the badger's rage.
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 7th, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell.
Laura Madley lay atop her wizard having yet again given herself to him. It was strange, she thought as she returned to reality from another powerful orgasm. She should have felt something different about this. She had been sold off! But now she did not care. Her wizard was so wonderful and this Bonding Day was magic in and of itself.
She had been talked to for hours by Professor McGonagall and later by Padma and Luna who were from her House at school. That Professor McGonagall was also sold off and a Concubine made things seem better. She had always looked up to Padma and was relieved that she too was in the same situation. They all had said the same thing: accept this and it can be wonderful.
It had only been a few hours, but were they ever right! Harry was so wonderful it was indescribable. She was nervous and scared at first, but he made it seem as if it was meant to be this way so when she first stood naked before him, her only concern was whether she was pretty enough for him. He said she was and did he ever show her! She did not know that kind of sex was even possible! Poor Marietta had no idea how to really pleasure a girl and Laura had melted beneath his touch and kisses. When she recovered from her first mind blowing orgasm, she knew there was nothing she would not do with him if he but asked.
He asked her to do such wonderful things! The whole thing was so fantastic! She took him in her mouth and loved every minute of that as she was able to please him that way. He then returned the favor and showed her things she did not even know were possible. Finally, it was the big moment when he would take her completely and she would lose her virginity forever, and she so wanted him to do that! True, it hurt a bit at first. But afterwards? She was not sure words would do it justice!
She watched the girl named Erin have sex with her Harry as part of the ritual. Erin was her cross-bonder and after it was all done, she could see the collars on all the others who bore witness to her becoming one of them. She then took the leap of faith. To date, no one as young as she had Love Bonded with their wizard, and Laura wanted to be the first. She wanted to do it with him inside of her and soon found herself straddling her wonderful mad with him filling her up inside and as she rocked slowly, she placed his hand over her heart and bare breast and she placed hers over his heart and swore the oath, offering herself to him in mind, body, heart, soul and magic and when he accepted just as she climaxed, she saw the flash of magic that changed her from Laura Madley, a thirteen year old girl to Laura Black, the eleventh wife of Lord Harry Potter Black. She was his forever and could not have been happier.
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 7th, 1996 – The Pyrenees Mountains near the French and Spanish Boarder.
The dragon flock settled in for the night in another range of mountains. Charlie knew this was something different and as he and Tatiana also tried to settle in, they compared notes. Tatiana so hoped they would survive this adventure. They could write whole books about what they had learned about dragons these past few days. Charlie, while equally hopeful of a publishing contract in their future, was more concerned for the present.
It was clear they were being brought along for some reason and he was beginning to think they would live to see many more years together. Still, he was wondering. Charlie knew more than the average wizard did about navigation. He had frequently flown long distances by broom and unlike most wizards, refused to rely upon a "point me" spell to navigate. He knew the stars and geography well enough to know that this was not some form of migration.
The dragons were moving west. The route had obviously been scouted in advance, as each of their stops were remote from wizards and muggles but in locations where the dragons could find water and forage for food both for themselves and their two human "guests." By Charlie's reckoning, they were now in the mountains on the border between France and Spain and given their location, this was yet another stop over. It clearly was not a location where the fock would set up permanent house keeping.
Charlie was concerned about where they were going. Another day of travel could find them at the western most point in Europe and he doubted there was any place there for the dragons to do more than just stop for the day. But he doubted the dragons could cross the ocean. He wondered where they were going. Unfortunately, he could not ask them. All he could do was spend the time in his Consort's arms and continue to hope for the best.
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 Alice (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) Potter-Black, age 16 (SP-6).
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).
11. Laura Elaine (Madley) Black-Potter, age 13 (3/30/83) (Ra-2); CONCUBINE BLACK 8/7/96.
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 (Gr-2).
16. Bonnie Faith Carter, age 13 (10/27/82) (Hu-2); CONCUBINE BILL 8/7/96.
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. HAliceh 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) Longbottom, age 14 (Gr-3).
15. Cho (Chang) Longbottom, age 17 (Ra-6).
16. Su Li, age 16 (2/21/80) (Ra-5); CONCUBINE NEVILLE 8/7/96.
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) Weasley, age 14 (Hu-3).
14. Patsy (Tennyson) Weasley, age 14 (Ra-3).
15. Mary Simone (Tennyson) Weasley, age 14 (Ra-3).
16. Megan Anne Albright, age 13 (Hu-2).
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. Alice 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 (Hu-2).
16. Morgan Laura Carpenter, age 13 (5/23/83) (Ra-2); CONCUBINE GEORGE 8/7/96.
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.