CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT: INVASION
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – RAF Pottersport, Charenwell.
Harry had been at the base since three-thirty in the morning. This meant that his "honeymoon" night with Laura had been cut short, but Hermione had already scheduled a "make-up" for tonight. Well, tonight for Laura. It would be the day after tomorrow for Harry. He wanted to be at the base for all of this day's events, as it was the first potential direct conflict between Magical Britain and Charenwell. The plan was simple enough, but that did not mean that nothing could go wrong.
Thirty-six young witches were to be turned over to representatives of Charenwell for repatriation. They were to be delivered to a large, open field in Wiltshire which had been identified by the Muggle RAF. They had considered a seldom used airfield further to the east, but decided it best to stay as far from London as practicable. The field was "unimproved" and about a kilometer and a half in length, relatively flat and not currently plowed. While not ideal, provided it was dry it was adequate for the task at hand and fortunately it had been dry in that part of the country for some weeks.
Four of the Duchy's Douglas Dakotas had been tasked with this mission. The field was easily within the range of the planes, particularly given the fact that the planes were not carrying anywhere near their maximum payloads. The lead plane carried some cargo, mainly a large tent and some collapsible tables and chairs and had twenty passengers. This was the ground element that would meet and sort the witches and provide a modicum of security. They all had emergency portkeys just in case, but the general consensus was that if this mission went as expected the Brits were not going to try anything at the landing field. Among the ground element were four fathers of some of the witches who were supposed to be transferred. They had been briefed. They were there to ask questions of the witches to verify their identity and had been told that it was expected the witches in question would not be the ones promised. Once they verified that the witches were "fakes" they were to do nothing aside from inform the Mission Commander who was the pilot in command of the lead plane.
The remaining three planes would be used to transport the "rescued" witches back to Charenwell. Each plane would carry twelve of the witches and each had four people who would be in back with the passengers. If the witches were the real ones, their job would be to make them as comfortable as possible, but no one expected that to be the case. Their real job was to subdue the imposters as soon as possible and wait until the planes crossed back through the wards at which time they were to deal with the results. Based upon intelligence, it was expected that at least eighteen of the imposters would die at the ward line and maybe far more than that. Once it was absolutely certain that the Ministry was engaged in a double cross, the Certificates of Title to the real witches would be activated bringing them to Charenwell immediately. Moreover, if intelligence was correct and a significant portion of the witches proved to be an assault team, Charenwell was prepared to strike back.
The planes had taken off before dawn three minutes apart and flew off to the Northeast towards an open field programmed into their magically hardened GPS navigation system and further marked by a radio beacon courtesy of the Muggles. The tent would hopefully be up and ready even before the last plane had shut down its engines. The plan was to be ready at least an hour before the Ministry showed up with the witches. Still, as well planned as the mission was, Harry could not help but worry for those assigned to it. Most were older men and women from Charenwell and few had any real combat training in any form. There were five "advisors" from the Muggle military, three of whom were magical. Dora was on one of the planes as were the Twins, Angelina and Alicia, all had more training than most. Dora as an Auror and the others had been active in Harry's D.A. the last year and, if the Ministry of Magic affair was any indication, were better than average if a fight should break out.
Harry attended the final mission briefing and personally spoke with each and every person taking part in the mission. He was in the tower of the air base as each plane took off into the early morning darkness and now sat in the Operations Center waiting for whatever was going to happen. The center had a huge map on the wall that showed Charenwell, Southern Ireland and Southern England with the flight path for the mission stenciled over it. An elf placed markers on the map representing the known or estimated position of each of the planes. RAF Charenwell had radar, but its coverage did not extend all the way to the British coast so when the planes flew beyond the radar coverage, their position was estimated based upon routine reports from the co-pilots as to their position, course and air speed. Any other day, this would be boring. But until each of these planes was safely back home, Harry was worried and each minute was tense.
"Safe Haven, this is Dragon Lead," a voice sounded over a loudspeaker. "Feet dry five miles west of Porthleven. We have scattered clouds although it appears cloud cover is heavier to the northwest, over."
"Roger Dragon Lead. Out," a man replied over a radio set.
Harry watched as the marker for the lead plane moved to the British Coast in Cornwall. The first plane was now in British Airspace and over land. The plane was flying without IFF, meaning it was invisible to civilian air traffic control radar as the screens displayed the IFF data and not the raw radar blips. RAF Air Defense Radar most likely had the plane on its screen, but Harry had been told they knew enough not to make further inquiries about these flights. The flight plans had been carefully laid out so that the four planes would not be flying into any commercial air traffic. Still, it did not mean this mission was totally safe. One by one, Dragon 2 through 4 reported they were crossing the coast at about the same location. So far, so good Harry thought.
The truth was this was the easy part. Harry knew the landing was not without risk as they were landing on a grassy field and not a hard runway. While Dakotas had been used on unimproved airfields all over the world, it was not considered the ideal sort of landing field. If the ground was wet or if there was an unseen pothole, the planes might well crash on landing. But the need to be unseen by Muggles drove their choice of landing field as there would be few if any anywhere in the vicinity of their chosen landing field. Minutes passed as Harry awaited the next report.
"Safe Haven, this is Dragon Lead, GPS places us ten miles from Capture Point. Ninety percent cloud cover over objective as anticipated. We have the beacon and are beginning our decent. Just hoping the weather guessers are right about the 1500 meter ceiling otherwise this might get dodgy, over."
"Roger Dragon Lead, Out."
Capture Point was the code name for the remote field where the planes would hopefully land. Harry and many others in the room were tense with anticipation, although only those with flight training knew how risky the next few minutes could be. It all came down to variables and Harry was not fond of variables. Hermione was with him holding his hand. His Luna was acting as co-pilot in Dragon-3. Neville was present with Susan, but also had a witch in the air as Amber was acting as co-pilot in Dragon 2. For them, it was a training mission of sorts as the pilot was doing much of the work and they were merely assisting having just begun the transition to the Dakotas. Harry knew Luna chose that plane type because it would be busy and be involved early and often. That did not ease his mind at all.
"Safe Haven, Dragon Lead. Capture Point is in sight. On final, over."
"Dragon Lead, Safe Haven Roger. Request current ceiling, over."
"1200 meters, over."
"Roger out."
A little relief as the lead plane had found the barren field, or so it seemed. The question now was would it land safely. A few minutes passed as the anticipation mounted.
"Safe Haven, Dragon Lead. We're down and safe. Out."
A cheer went up in the room.
"Safe Haven, Dragon one. Field in sight. On final, over."
"Dragon one, Safe Haven, roger out."
Over the next fifteen minutes, all of the remaining planes landed safely. The first hurdle in this mission had been completed successfully. Harry knew, however, there were more to be crossed.
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – "Capture Point" Wiltshire, U.K.
The four Dakotas were parked at the far end of the grassy field facing in the direction they would take off if all went well. The twin engines on each plane were shut down as they prepared for the next phase of the operation. The ground team from Dragon Lead was setting up a large tent and preparing for the arrival of the "missing witches" whiles a small group was also scanning the surrounding area for possible ambush. Fortunately, Capture Point was far from any trees or other cover and their modified omnoculars (which the twins had recently developed after studying "Mad-eye" Moody's magical eye) revealed no one nearby. The nature of the device was such that it would detect anyone under an invisibility cloak or disillusionment charm. It appeared for now as if the Ministry duplicity was limited to the fake witches and not an ambush of the planes themselves.
That had been a concern in the planning of this mission. The recue team was deep in hostile territory and vulnerable. Their capture would make good press for the Ministry, but would also result in harsh action by the I.C.W. as they were aware of this mission and its reasons and, although the Ministry was probably unaware, various magical ambassadors and the French Minister of Magic himself were monitoring the mission. The intelligence did not suggest an ambush, but neither Harry, Remus nor Kingsley were willing to rule such action out. The report came back that the protective wards and been erected. It was now impossible to apparate or portkey to within five hundred meters of the tent or planes and the planes could start engines and be off before a wizard could run the distance and get close enough to cause problems. A special "exception" in the wards was left open. Through Gringotts, the Ministry had received 36 special portkeys for the alleged concubines to use that would bring them within meters of the tents. Harry looked at his watch and saw they would become active in five minutes. Moments later a second report came in. The two "sappers" had located the local ward stone for the Ministry's magical detection grid and deactivated it. The Ministry was now blind to any use of magic anywhere around Capture Point.
The ground force had six magicals covering the arrival space. The "witches" would be arriving one at a time at roughly sixty second intervals. Even if they intended to try something, they would not have a chance. As soon as they arrived, they would be disarmed. In a way, this was the first of several tests that would prove or disprove a double cross. The experience with the Confiscated Concubines showed that the majority of them no longer had a wand. If this group all had wands, it would be suggestive.
The first "witch" arrived right on schedule and was immediately placed under a petrification charm, allowing one of the "greeters" to search for any wands or other magical devices and remove them safely. The witch had two wands, an emergency portkey and several other magical devises of a suspicious nature. Originally, the plan was to do this in flight. The twins stun grenades were the means of subduing them. They were still going to stun them, but they changed the plan. It would not do to have thirty-six armed magicals of unknown intent in any position where they could cause trouble. Once the magical devices were safely removed, the witch was obliviated and unpetrified and escorted to the tent. Moments later, the next witch arrived. As soon as the first "witch's" "excess baggage" was inventoried, it was reported to Safe Haven over the radio.
It had been decided that the "excess baggage" alone might not signal double cross. It might have been their personal property. It might also have been the real witch under an imperious curse. No one truly believed that, but it was decided to be absolutely certain as once they were certain, a retaliation mission would be launched against the Ministry itself and that needed clear proof to mollify the international observers. Basically, the "witches" were being given every chance to prove they were who they were supposed to be and not a Ministry strike force.
The first witch was already in the tent when the second witch met the welcoming committee. She was directed to the table where four men were seated with some documents.
"Name?" one of the men said.
"Sharon Davis," the "witch" answered.
The man checked the list and there was indeed a witch by that name on it.
"You have a middle name?"
"Anne."
Wrong, the man thought. "Age?"
"Twenty-one."
Wrong again. "Date of birth?"
"15 May, 1973."
The idiot can't even do maths, the man thought. "Very well. First plane."
The young "witch" was escorted from the tent to one of the waiting planes. When she boarded, she was met by four people who led her to a seat and saw her strapped in. The seat belt on the bench was magical and could only be released upon a signal from the cockpit and command from one of the four escorts on the plane. Even if the cursory search had missed a wand or portkey, the witch was now under a magical suppression charm and could not do anything.
One by one the witches appeared, were disarmed and interrogated just long enough to verify suspicion. Most knew their alleged name, but little else. A few were not even that well briefed. The four men at the table in the tent happened to be fathers of some of the real witches at issue and were there as a further test. They never announced their names, but waited to see if their daughters recognized them. John Brooks was from Port of Darby and had two daughters on the list. Janice would have been 22 and had been missing six years. Pamela was 18 and had been missing for two. Both appeared before him and he did his best not to act surprised. Neither recognized him at all, furthering the suspicion that they were fakes. Howard Ellis was from Pottersport and was also missing two daughters. Lauren was 20 and had gone missing four years ago and Mary was 17 and had been gone a year. The two girls before him did not recognize him at all, but they were or looked like his girls. At the very least, this meant they were alive somewhere. Alan Marsh was also missing two girls and they too appeared at different times in the tent. Like the others, they did not recognize their father. Finally, the last "clerk" was Air Vice Marshall Graham and the spitting image of his Martha came through the tent. She had been missing nine years, but while older was definitely recognizable. Like the others, this Martha had no knowledge she was facing her father.
The reports were sent back to Charenwell as the witches arrived. It was now clear to everyone that this was a double-cross and the real witches had not been delivered as promised. Still, there remained the question whether the intelligence was accurate. The evidence suggested that this might be an assault team, but until they hit the wards which would reveal the true identity of the witches and would certainly kill any with hostile intent, Charenwell was not going to act. Again, that was part of the plan. The evidence had to be conclusive and as overwhelming as it was, it was not yet conclusive as there could still be, as implausible as it seemed an innocent explanation and certainly one the Ministry and Daily Prophet could use. They could still deny it was an attempted attack. The conclusive evidence would be dead bodies of wizards, not witches, preferably with Dark Marks or otherwise identified as Hit Wizards, Aurors or other combat trained magicals in the Ministry's employ.
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – A grove of trees approximately two kilometers east of "Capture Point" Wiltshire, U.K.
Percy Weasley had been delegated the task as the Ministry's On Scene Commander, although he was more than annoyed that this was as close as he could get without being seen. Madam Umbridge had briefed him on her plan to end the extortion and, given that it was Harry Potter who was the villain, Percy was enthusiastic. Percy had long considered the so called Boy-Who-Lived as a menace and not a hero and recent events proved his opinion correct. What arrogance to demand the Ministry pay reparations! What fool could possibly consider those whores as worth anything! All they were good for was sex and even then, not for long. True, he had lost Penny in a card game a few months ago, but the truth be told he was already bored with her.
He thought the plan fool proof. No one would suspect a whore of anything. Why Potter wanted such things was beyond him, but Percy knew the bastard. He had enslaved Ginny out of spite after all and therefore it followed he had as little regard for the whores as anyone. The idiots would rely on the bond to keep the "whores" in line, never suspecting a thing! Once those Muggle contraptions got to wherever they were going, the idiots were in for a rude awakening and would learn that the Ministry has a long reach!
The brilliant part of the plan was the disguises. Although Percy thought it a bit wasteful, almost the entire assault force was using Auror standard Polyjuice which lasted up to eight hours a dose. There was little chance the disguises would fail before the assault team reached this Charenwell place!
And even if something did go wrong, those Muggle things could be followed couldn't they? Madam Umbridge had expanded the plan brilliantly, in Percy's opinion. With him in the woods was the Ministry's insurance policy: fifty witches and wizards with brooms who would follow those things to their home. All had at least a basic training in advanced defense. Fifty trained wands was an overwhelming force in Percy's mind. Of course Percy was not one of them. That sort of risk taking was for lower level Ministry types.
But it had never crossed his mind – or anyone else's for that matter – to bring any kind of telescopes or omnoculars. Although they could see the planes and tent clearly, no one could really tell what was happening out there. Then again, surely if those people figured it out, they'd be stunning the fake witches left and right and there was no indication that was the case. There was little indication that there was any magic at all about this. The only indication that whoever that was out there knew anything about magic were the wards that had went up just after the muggle things had landed. Percy had been told of the wards almost as soon as Magical Detection picked them up. But since then there had been no other reports of magic. That meant the strike team was still undetected and Potter and that Charenwell place were in for a rude shock!
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – RAF Pottersport, Charenwell.
"Safe Haven, Dragon Lead," the radio blared in the Operations Center.
"This is Safe Haven, over."
"Sitrep to follow: Thirty-six, I repeat three six witches arrived by timed portkey. All but eight were heavily armed and those eight all had wands. Not one passed the interviews. All have been disarmed and are aboard under magical restraint, over."
"Roger, Dragon Lead, over."
"We are starting engines. Expect to be airborne in ten minutes, over."
"Airborne in ten, roger out."
"So far so good," Remus said to Harry.
Harry nodded. "At the very least, they are in violation of our demands."
"It appears Kingsley was right."
Harry nodded again. "Probably. But we need to be sure there's no way the Ministry can sweep this under the rug. I won't give the 'go' order until the flight has crossed the wards and we have final verification."
"Agreed. But the real witches?"
"Minerva and Mallory are standing by at the Manor," Harry said. He opened a brief case with the Titles to the real witches in side. One by one, he touched his wand to the seal on each document.
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell.
After the weeks of Bondings, the arrival of new witches at the Manor was down to a routine. Minerva and Mallory stood ready with robes knowing full well that there was no guarantee that the new arrivals would be dressed. While this was particularly true of existing Concubines, even the first timers had shown up in bathing suits, their underwear or even less.
One by one, a witch appeared in the Conservatory and was handed a robe whether she needed it or not. They were each asked their names, although many required a moment as it had been a long time since anyone had called them by their given names and twelve could not remember at all. Once the last of them arrived, Minerva called the roll just to be sure. Minerva remembered the Confiscation and remembered the smiles many of those witches had when they heard their names again. It was no different this time.
But there would be differences. Twenty-six of these witches were from Charenwell. Moreover, Harry had not yet decided anything specific about their distribution and rebonding aside from the fact that unless there was absolutely no other option, none would be bonded to him. The witches were taken to a large room and fed. They were told where they were and that unfortunately they would eventually have to be bound to a wizard. But Minerva stressed it would not be like it had been before. The laws here required such Bondings to be entered into with the intent of making the witch a wife for all practical purposes. Still, that would not be happening this day. The bond had to happen fairly soon, but not immediately. As such, the twenty-six Charenwell girls would be sent to spend time with their families if they wanted and would be advised when to expect to be bonded. Even after the bonding, they would be allowed to visit their families and be visited. As for the remaining ten, they were going to be spending their "between" time at a nearby resort. Although this introduction took a few hours, by the end of it the new arrivals seemed somewhat hopeful about their futures.
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – A grove of trees approximately two kilometers east of "Capture Point" Wiltshire, U.K.
The location of the wood was such that those Muggle things would pass close by once they were in the air. That would make them easy to follow, Percy thought. He watched as one by one they came towards his position and lifted into the cloudy skies. Just as the last one passed nearby, he gave the order and fifty brooms lifted off in pursuit, although he could not see it. As important as this mission was, there was no point in alerting the Muggles. All his broom riders were disillusioned. Once he was sure they had all taken off after those things, Percy apparated back to the Ministry to report the successful start of the mission.
Those in the Ministry behind the mission were confident of success. They were sending eighty-six wands against some country somewhere which was almost like dropping all of You-Know-Who's forces from the last war onto an unsuspecting country. Voldemort had all but held Magical Britain hostage with a small force. True, aside from Umbridge's contractors, most of these wands were not trained to kill or torture. But even with non lethal spells, it should overwhelm the enemy. Surprise, after all, was on their side.
The problem with their whole plan was it had been conceived by Purebloods who knew nothing about the Muggle world and was being executed by Purebloods and Half-bloods who, if they knew anything at all, it was from their Muggle Studies courses in school which used a book that was a hundred years old meaning, among other things, the course book was silent on the subject of airplanes. None of them paid any mind to the Muggle world. Most had never even seen and airplane or if they had, they knew little about them. They assumed Muggles were simple and not capable of anything on par with magic.
They assumed, for example, that planes flew below the clouds just like brooms. Most magicals avoided the clouds as they navigated by watching the ground and one could easily get lost if one lost sight of the ground. True, some could use a "Point Me" spell if they knew where they were going. However, using that spell at more than a gentle place risked losing the wand. The fifty brooms followed the last plane for a time, but most could not believe their eyes when it disappeared into the clouds. Twenty of the riders decided to stay below the clouds. After all, the planes made a lot of noise, so they could just follow the sound. Twenty flew into the clouds, but no higher. Like most magicals, they wanted to be close to the "ceiling" so they could pop down and figure out where they were. Only ten enterprising souls chose to take the risk and climb as high as they could, hoping the strange things would be visible at some point.
They also assumed their brooms would be at least as fast as those huge Muggle contraptions. The Douglas Dakota had a cruising speed of about one hundred and forty knots. (160 MPH, 260 KPH) The fastest racing broom on the market could fly that fast, but few ever dared as the wind force could easily unseat the rider at those speeds. Even then, outside of professional Quidditch and a few eccentrics (and Harry Potter), no one really needed a broom that fast and few could even afford it. The chasers in this case would rapidly be out distanced by those lumbering Muggle things, and one must remember that the antiquated Dakotas were considered slow when they were in common use. Compared to more modern aircraft, they flew at a snail's pace.
The twenty who refused to fly into the cloud cover were out of the chase quickly. Within minutes, as the planes climbed to a cruising altitude more than two kilometers above them, the engine noise faded and was lost. They flew on for some time before, one by one, they gave up. The twenty who chose to follow into the clouds, but no further quickly became lost and disoriented. Twelve of them never returned and were never seen again having probably fallen or gotten lost and perished over the ocean the rest were scattered all over the south west of England. The ten who gambled and flew as high as they could cleared the cloud cover and were somewhat rewarded. They could see one of the planes far in the distance for a time and followed it to the Southwest. But it was soon too far ahead to see.
Still, this group pressed on figuring that if they stayed on the same course, they would at least wind up where the planes had went. Six of these flyers, however, were not experienced at long distance flying and certainly not over the water. By now, most of the Southwest coast of England was under heavy cloud cover and that cover extended well out to sea. The six inexperienced distance fliers never counted on the effects of wind and were slowly blown well off course. They were never seen again. The remaining four, however, knew to adjust for the wind. They were not particularly accurate, but were close enough to stay roughly on the right course. Because they were disillusioned, none of these four could see any of the others so none would be forewarned of what lay ahead. Roughly four hours later, the fastest of the four hit the Ward line. His charm failed as did his heart. He was already quite dead as he fell off his broom and plunged 2500 meters to the ocean below. Two of his comrades suffered a similar and anonymous fate some minutes later. The last of the four arrived at the ward line about an hour after the others. Like the others, her disillusionment charm failed, but she was otherwise unharmed and suddenly she saw a large landmass in the distance.
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, U.K.
In some ways having a bitch did not change Ron Weasley's summer routine all that much. As he had for as long as he could remember, he slept in late. Back when Harry had stayed for the final days of the summer before returning to Hogwarts, it seemed the Weasley's always arrived at Kings Cross minutes before the train arrived. Yes, the day was chaos at the Weasley home, but getting Ron out of bed was a major factor in their arrival time.
Ron almost always awoke with a major hard on which, as long as he was alone in his room, he took care of if he could. If not, he took a piss then finished the job. After a good morning hand job, he would head down for a large, multi-helping breakfast and spend his summer days ignoring homework, flying his broom or otherwise doing as little as possible.
Of course, now that he had a bitch, he no longer had to handle his morning wood himself. Once he got up, he'd go to her room where she was waiting for him naked and she would take care of his problem for him. And if his problem was related to his bladder? Well, she was not one to complain and she knew cleaning charms. To be honest, he liked using her that way.
On this morning he awoke as usual with a need for his bitch's services and walked to his room, dropping his pajama bottoms to the floor just before entering so she would get to her knees and perform her morning duties. He opened the door to her room and saw that it was empty. He quickly pulled up his bottoms and began searching wondering why the bitch was hiding. It was soon evident she was not in the room. Well, her orders were clear. The only other place she was allowed to be at this hour was the bathroom so he went there. Again, she was nowhere to be found.
Ron came down the stairs with a very confused look on his face and saw his mother in the kitchen.
"Mum?" he asked, "have you seen my bitch?"
"She was in her room when I got up Ronald," Molly said with a hint of disgust in her voice. "As usual, she has not come down yet."
"Well, she's nowhere upstairs now!" Ron whined.
"I'm sure she's up there somewhere, Ronald."
"Fine!" Ron mumbled. He stomped upstairs to look for her and would not find her anywhere.
Molly watched her son head up stairs. She was fairly sure the bond would prevent the whore from running off. Then again, she did not know exactly how absolute that bond was and given how his son treated the bint, it would not surprise Molly in the least if she ran off. The boy would probably let the bint starve if Molly had not insisted on making sure her basic needs were taken care of. Merlin help whatever girl that would agree to marry that boy!
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – Aboard Dragon 4 over the Atlantic.
Once it had been decided to disarm the potential attack force on the ground, there had been some debate about whether to use the Twins new toys. It was decided that they would be used once the planes were in the air. The stunner would keep the witches out cold for at least three hours unless the counter charm was cast. Stunning them would keep them from causing a ruckus, if nothing else. Then again, no one knew exactly what the Wards would do, aside from kill those who and hostile intent. They did not know how the demise would occur and it was decided it was best that the invaders be unconscious when that time arrived. No sense in having them suffer unnecessarily.
A red light went on in the back of the plane and it caught Fred Weasley's attention.
"Five minutes to the Wards," he called out. This warning was mainly to make sure the four in the back were awake when the line was crossed. A green light would come on when they were a minute out. Fred knew there would not be much for them to do in all probability until after the Wards were crossed. The light turn green and he and the others watched the twelve stunned witches. Eight of them suddenly convulsed and all of them began to transform. They grew or shrank in size and their features morphed as their magical disguises were stripped away. The eight who physically reacted were now wizards in drag slumped in their seats. The other four remained witches, but they were not the same four who had boarded the plane.
Fred and the others walked forward and began to check out their passengers one by one. Fred started with one of the wizards. He cast the charm designed to counter the effects of the stun grenade which should have revived the man. After there was no response, Fred checked for a pulse and found there was not one. He then pointed his wand at the dead man's left arm and vanished the long sleeve. There on the left arm was a black skull with a snake for a tongue: the Dark Mark. The dead man was a Death Eater. It turned out all eight of the dead wizards were Death Eaters. Fred recognized three of them. Marcus Flint and Adrian Pucey had both been Slytherins at Hogwarts while Fred was a student. The third man he recognized was an employee of the Ministry of Magic and fairly high up in Magical Law Enforcement. He did not know the man's first name, but the last name was so weird it was hard to forget: Yaxley. Grimly, the only thought that crossed Fred's mind was to wonder if he could see thestrals now.
The four witches were awake and very confused. They were all Muggle Borns working in low level jobs and the Ministry who had been promised promotions if they assisted their betters on and important assignment. That's what their bosses told them at any rate. All four told Fred and the others that they had a meeting with the head of Magical Law Enforcement himself saying they were really there to watch the others as he suspected the others and their bosses were engaging in illegal activities. The four witches were informed that they had been part of an operation that would be considered an act of war by any rational and civilized country and as such, until their true status was determined, they should consider themselves prisoners of war. They naturally protested and were somewhat assured that this mess would be sorted out when they arrived at someplace called Pottersport.
All of these revelations were reported to the flight crew who dutifully reported it to "Safe Haven."
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – Aboard Dragon Lead over the Atlantic.
While Dragon Lead had been the first plane to arrive in England, it was the last to take off again. It was a good ten minutes behind Dragon 1 and even further behind the other two. Unlike the three planes that departed before it, none of the "witches" were aboard Dragon Lead. While the other planes were starting engines and preparing for takeoff, the ground personnel who arrived on Dragon Lead were taking down the magical tent and packing up for departure. They did nothing about the Wards they erected to protect the landing site as those were timed to fail in about three hours.
Dora was aboard Dragon Lead as it took off. In that plane they had gathered all the magical items confiscated from the "witches" and she was currently assigned to check them out. The potions would have to wait until they got back home. The wands were easy enough to check, but it was the emergency portkeys that she gave top priority. She knew how to diagnose such things from Auror training and quickly determined that all of them were DMLE standard issue. This meant they could be activated by either a code word or simply with the wand of any team member if the user was unable to activate it themselves. As it was DMLE issue, the portkeys would transport the person to a large room in the ministry where Healers were usually stationed to treat the injured. This information was duly reported Safe Haven.
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – Aboard Dragon 2 over the Atlantic.
Dragon 2 was the third plane to leave England and was now approaching the Charenwell ward line. They were unaware as to what had happened aboard the two planes in front of them. Dragon 3 had already crossed the line and reported in. Eight of their passengers were Death Eaters and they all snuffed it. Four of those were Aurors assigned to Azkaban including the Warden. Two of the survivors were Muggle Born witches and the other two were a witch and a wizard who, it was correctly assumed, wanted little to do with this assignment.
George Weasley was standing watching the twelve unconscious "witches" as the green light came on. He was not too worried as they would have received a warning of some kind if something unexpected had occurred on the planes in front of them. As his brother had witnessed before, all of a sudden all twelve began to transform and eight went into some kind of convulsion. But it was the thud behind him that caught his attention as well as the attention of the other three with him.
They turned and saw there was a fourth person with them who obviously had not been aboard at any point before. This was somewhat confusing as no one could apparate onto the plane and the wards on the door prevented anyone under disillusionment from remaining unseen. The person was clearly shaken up as if she had fallen, for it was clearly a witch. Before she could regain her senses, one of the others had acted quickly, summoned her wand and slapped magical suppression cuffs on her before roughly lifting her and tossing her into an empty seat, belting her in as she came around. George nodded to the other two to check out the other "witches." Eight clearly were not witches and seven of those along with one witch were dead. Four of them were Death Eaters. George, however, was more interested in the stowaway who looked familiar for some reason.
Her eyes opened in surprise and she looked at George.
"Name!" he commanded.
"Who are you?"
"Charenwell Security Forces. You are part of an illegal criminal enterprise! Name!"
"I'm a member of the press," she protested. "The people have a right…"
"You are not authorized to be here," George all but yelled. "No tell me your name! You don't, and we'll chuck you out the door! We're over 2,000 meters above the ocean and you can't apparate home from here!"
The woman seemed to realize she was in serious trouble. "Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet," she replied.
"How did you come to be aboard this plane?"
"I have my ways," she said.
"You're wearing magical suppression cuffs and I have no problem chucking you out the door. You'll be feeding the fishes in minutes! Now how did you come to be aboard this plane?"
"I – I'm an animagus."
"Really? Didn't see any critters aboard. What form? Remember I will chuck you!"
"A beetle," she replied.
"Well that explains a lot," George said.
"You will let me leave, won't you?" she said sweetly.
"Let's see," George said. "You have no passport or visa to enter. You did not reveal your form upon entering this plane. You are British, are you not?"
"Of course," she said proudly.
"And you're an enemy alien. You'll be incarcerated until such time as our government tires of your presence."
"This is outrageous! I'm a member of the press!"
"You have two choices. You will accept incarceration without further protest, or I chuck you out the door!"
The woman sat back in resignation. All of this was reported to Safe Haven.
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – RAF Pottersport, Charenwell.
Harry was again in the tower only minutes after Dragon 2 reported its successful crossing of the Ward Line. He was not nearly as worried about Dragon Lead as they had no hostiles aboard. Like the others, he was scanning the cloudy skies to the north east waiting for a glimpse of the returning planes.
"Pottersport Control, this is Dragon 4. We are ten miles out. Request clearance for landing."
"Dragon 4, Pottersport Control. The pattern is clear and you're cleared to land on runway two four."
"Runway two four, Roger out."
Harry soon saw the landing lights as the plane descended below the clouds a few miles out on its final approach. He was almost ready to finally relax. But, although he was confident the plane would land safely, there was always a chance and this whole operation and been causing him to worry. That and there were three planes behind still out there. He watched as Dragon 4 made a smooth landing.
"Pottersport Control, this is Dragon 3. We are ten miles out. Request clearance for landing."
"Dragon 3, Pottersport Control. The pattern is clear and you're cleared to land on runway two four."
"Runway two four, Roger out."
At one forty-five in the afternoon, Dragon Lead touched down. The mission that had worried Harry to no end had reached a safe and successful conclusion. But there was still more to be done this day.
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, U.K.
"I can't find her anywhere, Mum!" Ron whined again.
"Well don't blame me," Molly said. "It's not my fault you don't take good care of your pets."
"What's that mean?"
"She's probably run off," Molly said. "Good riddance as far as I'm concerned."
"How am I supposed to get laid?"
"That is not my problem, young man! If that's the only way you'll get a girl, then you'd better learn how to treat them better! And no! I won't buy you another one!"
Ron stomped off to his room to sulk and take care of his boy problem himself.
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – RAF Pottersport, Charenwell.
Twenty-four bodies were laid out in a hanger. All of them had their left arms bared and twenty of those had the Dark Mark. Harry and a large group set about doing their best to identify the corpses. Six Death Eaters were identified as the Warden and senior guards from Azkaban. Two were Ministry employees and the other twelve had no known connection to the Ministry. Four of them looked far too young to have been involved in the last war and were believed to be recent recruits. The four unmarked bodies were also Ministry employees who were known to be Pureblood bigots.
The twelve survivors, plus Rita Skeeter, were undergoing interrogation in another room. Ultimately, aside from Skeeter, those twelve would be found to have not been a threat to Harry or anyone in Charenwell. The eight Muggle Born witches had been sent here to escape magical Britain and knew that. All eight would be allowed to remain as political refugees. Of the remaining three, they were either last minute additions to the force and had little idea what was really going on or had been under the Imperious Curse following a meeting with the Death Eater named Yaxley. One witch requested asylum and the other three requested to be returned home as they had a spouse and children back in Britain. Those requests would be granted.
First, however, there was the question of Charenwell's response. The Ministry had failed to comply with their reasonable requests. This information was immediately forward to Gringotts which promptly emptied 4.2 million galleons from the Ministry vaults and placed it in a "neutral" vault until such time as the reparations received final approval from the I.C.W. Phillip Delacour was fairly certain that would occur within a week. Harry made an additional demand for another 4.2 million in reparation for the act of war perpetrated upon his country. The fact that it was an abysmal failure did not change what it was and he wanted magical Britain to pay. Mr. Delacour was not as certain that the I.C.W. would approve the entire amount of the new demand, but he was confident that further sanctions would be approved.
From Kingsley, they knew who came up with the idea for the double cross and who ordered it. Harry was advised that direct action against Fudge or Scrimgeour probably would not be looked upon kindly by the I.C.W. Umbridge was another matter. While she might have political pull in Britain, she was not considered a senior government official under I.C.W. rules. Taking action against her would be viewed as a personal feud and neither a political assassination or act of war on Charenwell's part. Mr. Delacour's analysis confirmed what Hermione had already concluded from her research.
Where this just about Umbridge and Harry, neither Harry nor Hermione felt any further direct action was appropriate. But she had sent an assault force packed with Death Eaters, all of whom were murders. She was not just a pain in Harry's arse, but a threat to peace! When Harry suggested that he believed she should be taken out permanently, Mr. Delacour merely shrugged. "Whether or not she is a pawn in fact," he said, "she is worth no more. Pawns are meant to be sacrificed." Hermione had been reluctant to agree to a retaliatory attack, but understood that one was justified. Whether the Minister intended it or not, the Ministry had sent a Death Eater hit squad against their country. This showed a complete disregard for innocent casualties and such brutal arrogance had to be addressed in no uncertain terms. The decision had already been made with only confirmation that the Death Eater attack had been launched necessary for Charenwell to respond. Harry told Hermione to make the call.
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – Potter Manor Charenwell.
Version two of Thursday Harry already knew the call was coming. He could have set out already on this mission, but with the foreign dignitaries at the Air Base, it was decided to do it this way. A version two of Dora was with him. Arguably, the first Harry and Dora could have gone, but both had been up since well before dawn and were knackered. What was about to happen required both to have their wits about them while the Version Ones remained at the base to await further reports.
The phone in Harry's office rang and he picked it up. He already knew it was Hermione.
"It's a go," she said.
Harry nodded and sighed. "You understand why I have to do this, don't you?"
"I do," she replied. "That doesn't mean I have to like it."
"I'll be back shortly, Love," Harry said.
"Please?" she all but begged. "Good luck and be safe."
"Love you."
"Love you too, Harry." With that, Hermione hung up.
"Ready?" he asked the Dora he was with. She nodded. She handed Harry a Sig-Sauer P-226 pistol they had trained with the past couple of days with the non-magical soldiers and checked hers over again before placing it in her holster. Harry did not like this mission. Much as he hated the object of it, this was not personal. They had threatened his country and his people and needed to learn such behavior had permanent consequences. More important, he knew war was all but inevitable and he could not in good conscious order people to do things he was unwilling or unable to do himself.
"Let's get this over with," she said when both guns were holstered. She took Harry by the hand, both of them drew their wands and the two of them disappeared.
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – Office of the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, British Ministry of Magic, London, U.K.
Dolores Umbridge was in a good mood. Soon that Potter brat would be dead or their prisoner and the Ministry could get back to business. With Potter out of the picture, his votes would go into proxy and the quorum issue could be resolved without filling the Wizengamot and Ministry with those filthy animals. She was gloating over her genius with two of her Death Eater contacts, those who arranged their little surprise. With her as well was Percy Weasley who was reporting on the successful launch of the mission. This was a glorious day for the Ministry and for Dolores Umbridge in particular. Again, she underestimated her enemy's potential. She was certain her office was secure as the Ministry was under powerful wards designed to prevent unauthorized access by floo, apparition or portkey. She never heard the two intruders arrive, but saw them almost immediately. The other three had their backs to the intruders but before Umbridge could say a word, spells flew and she and her guests were bound with ropes and silenced. She then heard the incantations that barred the door and silenced the room. How could Potter be here?
"Accio wands," Harry said and four wands were soon in his hands. "What do you think, Dora? Do these scum deserve the right to use magic?"
"Nope," Dora replied. With that Harry snapped all four wands and tossed them on Umbridge's death smiling and the lovely shades of color that passed over the bitch's face. Quietly, he hoped she's have a stroke and die, but she didn't do him the favor.
"Check the scum for marks," Harry ordered.
Umbridge watched as a woman she thought was an Auror cut the sleeves from the left arms of the three men in her office.
"These two are marked," the woman said. "Ginger here is clean."
"You may be giving him more credit than he is due," Harry said. He turned to Umbridge pulling out a sheet of paper as he did.
"You really are an idiot," he said. "You're plan was moronic and a total failure."
Umbridge did not believe this for a second. Her plan was foolproof.
"Of the thirty-six you tried to sneak past us as Concubines, twenty-four are dead and the rest are in our custody and shall remain in custody indefinitely," Harry said. "None of the Death Eaters survived your foolish attempt. Of the fifty you sent out on brooms, twenty-eight never left England. The remainder, I am advised are missing and presumed dead. Nice job throwing away fifty-eight lives. The bodies we've recovered will be transported to the Atrium in a few minutes. We suffered no casualties. And by the way, the real witches you were supposed to return to us we managed to recover ourselves. Four point two Millions Galleons have been confiscated from Ministry vaults and a further demand for another similar amount has been forwarded to the I.C.W. and your government.
"In case you are wondering, what happens next has already been approved by the I.C.W. You sent Death Eaters against my country, bitch. You will now learn the penalty for being a marked Death Eater!"
Harry pulled out his pistol, pointed it at the nearest Death Eater's head and pulled the trigger. The bang was almost deafening in the confined space and Umbridge was sprayed with the dead man's blood and brains. The second Death Eater was shot and killed seconds later. Percy soiled himself.
"My government will not offer mercy or quarter to those diseased creatures," Harry spat. "For them, death is the only reasonable option."
"Now for the real reason we're here," Harry continued as if nothing had happened. He knew this was making a statement. Using a Muggle Firearm against a wizard was almost as serious a crime under British Magical law as using and unforgivable. "In case you are wondering, guns are not illegal where I come from. They also tend to be unnecessary. This is retaliation for an act of War on the part of you and your government. You should be thankful we are holding back!
"Dolores Umbridge, I Harry the First, Duke of Charenwell, Count of Darby, Magical Justice of the Peace by virtue of ancient Writ granted to my forefathers the Earls of Darby by the Crown, do hereby find you guilty of the unlawful use of witchcraft and sorcery in violation of the Queen's Peace!"
He watched the witch pale. To at least some old Pureblood families, the Earl of Darby was the boogie man. They believed falsely that it was a Muggle. But the Earl or Earls were known to have been ruthless and very effective witch and wizard hunters for whom mercy was not a word in their vocabulary.
"I further find that you employed criminals, supported terrorism and authorized crimes with the intent of causing grievous bodily harm or death to unknown numbers of innocents. You are found guilty of such aggravating circumstances. You are hereby sentenced to death. Sentence to be carried out immediately!"
Harry and Dora pointed their guns at the toad and began shooting. They did not stop until both guns had been emptied.
Percy looked like he was going to be sick. Harry looked at him. "What a pity," he said. "Out of bullets. Come Dora. Let's go home."
Percy saw them vanish without a sound and immediately was released from the magical ropes and silencing charm. While he knew he should be raising some alarm, his stomach would not let him. He spent the next several minutes throwing up.
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – RAF Pottersport, Charenwell.
The phone rang in the Operations Center and Hermione picked it up. "We're back," Harry said in a strange tone.
"You okay?"
"It wasn't pretty or enjoyable," Harry sighed. "The wicked witch is dead and we bagged two more Death Eaters, still…"
"Harry?"
"I'll be okay. Percy Weasley was there as well."
"Is he…?"
"He was not marked. We let him go."
"What should I tell the other you?"
"Only that the mission was a success. I don't think I could have done it knowing this in advance. It was necessary…"
"I know," Hermione said softly. "I still don't have to like it."
"Fortunately, neither do I," Harry said. "I guess I'll see you in a bit."
"See you," Hermione replied with a tear in her voice.
Her name was Amy Fudge. She was twenty-four years old and the only child of the still sitting Minister for Magic. In her father's eyes, she was a disappointment. Her father had been Head Boy at Hogwarts and a Slytherin. While she did well in school, she was a Hufflepuff and turned down being a Prefect after her father had lobbied Dumbledore and made a large donation to the school to ensure his daughter would become one. Her father wanted her to marry a "good" Pureblood. Amy refused saying she would rather be a Concubine than the wife of a Death Eater family. He forced her to join the Ministry, which she never wanted. But it was either that or the arranged Marriage. Still, Daddy could not make her move beyond her entry level position as a clerk.
She was sure her Daddy was the reason why she had received this assignment. She was to fly off over the ocean for some fool reason and she was certain her Daddy hoped she would die. He would make political capital out of her death on an important Ministry mission. But she had not died. She made it to wherever this was and was now flying her broom over a place filled with those Muggle things, including ones that looked like what she and the others were supposed to be chasing. She landed right in front of several people and saw them draw wands and other things on her.
"I don't know where this is," she said as bravely as she could muster, "but I request political asylum."
THURSDAY, AUGUST 8th, 1996 – Atrium, British Ministry of Magic, London, U.K.
Both Fudge and Scrimgeour were stunned at what they soon learned. Not only was Umbridge's plan an absolute failure, they now had to worry about their own security. To have a Senior Under Secretary murdered in her office just doors away from the Minister's office and to have the perpetrators get away was disturbing. Not even the Death Eaters were that good. Fudge figured that they might make some political capital. Umbridge was murdered by a muggle weapon in the Ministry itself by Harry Potter no less. Surely the press would eat that up.
The two men arrived in the Atrium and saw the press taking pictures of something. They were told those were the bodies of Death Eaters that had been killed in the raid. Before they could take two more steps, the press descended on them with a vengeance.
"How long have you been employing Death Eaters to do your dirty work?"
"How do you justify fifty-one dead and missing when all you had to do was turn over those women?"
"How long has You-Know-Who been controlling you?"
"Was Umbridge a Death Eater too?"
"What are you going to tell the families of those who died today?"
"When did you get authority to go to war?"
"Are you in league with You-Know-Who?"
"Are you going to apologize to Lord Potter for this?"
"WHAT?" Fudge yelled. "HE KILLED MADAM UMBRIDGE AND TWO OTHERS WITH A GUN!"
"And we have sources telling us that was after you began your disastrous undeclared war on him and his country! What were you thinking?"
"When are you going to resign?"
"Are you going to continue to use known murders to do your dirty work?"
"Minister Fudge! Did you know your daughter has defected to Charenwell? Do you have any comment?"
"HE USED A GUN!"
"Yet you would employ those who use unforgivables on innocent people! You start a war and you don't expect the other side to relatiate?"
"Your own people are saying this was Umbridge's crazy idea! Why didn't you sack her? Why didn't you rein her in? Who the hell is in charge here?"
"The I.C.W. has announced it will impose sanctions on us for this. Any comment?"
"Have you been told Rita Skeeter was taken prisoner?"
Fudge paled. As bad as this press assault had been, he had not worried. While Skeeter's poisoned quill might have been on ice for a year for reasons he was never told, she had so much dirt on people, particularly the editors of the Daily Prophet, that she effectively could control what the paper printed and since she was in Fudge's pocket in more ways than one, she had almost always followed whatever line he wanted. If she was truly out of the picture, this day was truly a nightmare.
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 (Ra-2).
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) Weasley, age 14 (Ra-3).
15. Wanda Helen Parker, age 13 (Gr-2).
16. Bonnie Faith Carter, age 13 (Hu-2).
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) Longbottom, 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 (Ra-5).
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 (Ra-2).
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.