CHAPTER SIXTY: FLYING THINGS
SATURDAY, AUGUST 10th, 1996 – London City Airport, London, U.K.
Arthur Weasley arrived at London City Airport early in the morning having navigated his way there via the London Underground. While he had used that system before, it was only once and even then it was a short trip without the need to transfer. This time, it took longer and he had to transfer which had him worried, but it was actually easier than it looked and he soon found himself at his destination well before he needed to be there.
He dressed inconspicuously. As little as Arthur truly understood about Muggles (and he'd be the first to admit he didn't understand as much as he'd like) he did know how to dress like one which was so unlike most Purebloods. To the Muggles, Arthur looked like a professor or something similar in his tweed jacket, inexpensive and not quite matching slacks, collared shirt and boring tie. He had a small bag in which was a shrunken trunk that looked like a simple, wooden box in which were all his personal possessions including his magical ones. He had been warned not to carry his wand as he was subject to search at the airport and a wand might be hard to explain. It was in his shrunken trunk, although given the times not being armed made him nervous. Then again, he doubted the Ministry or the enemy was watching Muggle transport in general and certainly not the airports. While Arthur believed that Muggle Borns might well use planes on occasion, most Purebloods would have nothing to do with them at all. It was unnatural in their mind.
He passed through customs, as this was an international flight. He wondered if the Muggles would ask him about his destination and was pleased and also concerned they never even raised an eyebrow when they saw his boarding pass. Arthur had no idea that the pass was charmed and to the Muggles checking his papers and passport, it appeared that he was off to Amsterdam. He then found himself in a queue where they were checking bags and where he had to pass through some kind of portal. (Fortunately, his magical money was in his trunk). He had no idea what the strange devices did, but watched as people were pulled aside and searched and had to part with penknives and the like. He thought of asking but decided that the uniformed security personnel did not look like they were in the mood to explain things. Given that none of the Muggles in the queue were complaining, he decided it was not important.
He got through rather easily and made his way to Gate 14, which was a large seating area near a door with huge windows that looked out at the airplanes and such beyond. Arthur might be 46, but he was like a lot of Muggle children at an airport for the first time. He was drawn to the window and stood there looking at the activity outside as planes moved about and took off or landed in the distance. It was fascinating, he thought, although he still had no idea how those large metal things stayed up in the air.
"Arthur?" a female voice asked.
Arthur was surprised anyone knew him and turned to the sound of the voice. He recognized her immediately. She was Poppy Pomfrey who had been the Matron in charge of the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts for over twenty-five years. Poppy had been in the same year as Arthur and Molly at school. She was in Hufflepuff House. Arthur had had a crush on her when she was younger that had suddenly ended when he started crushing on Molly their Fifth Year. He now suspected Molly had help as Molly had been rather dumpy even back then. Poppy had entered a two year internship after finishing Hogwarts to become a Matron and had been hired as the assistant School Matron when she finished her internship. She was in charge of caring for Fourth Years and below, the oldest of who had been First Years in her final year. Once the upper three years finished, she became the Head Matron and had been ever since.
Poppy's father was a Pureblood and her mother was either a Muggle or Muggle Born, Arthur could not remember which. That her father was a Pureblood explained a lot. As far as Arthur knew, Poppy had never married and in all probability was not a bound Concubine either. Arthur knew that Concubines were usually the daughters of Muggle fathers or fatherless witches. Pureblood girls only wound up that way under exceptional circumstances, such as what had happened to his Ginny. Still, there was no telling for certain. Arthur had recently learned that Minerva McGonagall had been a Concubine since before he was born, yet she was on staff at Hogwarts before he even started and had taught him, his wife and all of his children.
"Poppy?" Arthur asked, "I'm surprised to see you."
Poppy nodded. "I'd like to say the same thing, Arthur. I heard about your wife. I'm sorry."
Arthur nodded. Pureblood divorces were so rare that even if they never made the papers, most would know about it anyway.
"I no longer know the woman," Arthur confessed. "The woman I married would never have done that."
Poppy nodded. While the divorce may not have made the papers, the events at the reading of Lord Black's Will had. What Molly had done could have precipitated a Line Feud which was grounds for divorce if it was not sanctioned by the Head of House. Tradition all but demanded what had transpired since.
"What brings you here?" Arthur asked.
"Probably something similar to you," Poppy replied. "I guess you could say I'm shot of this place."
"Can't say there's much left for me here either," Arthur said. "Four of my kids now live where we're going. Charlie's still in Romania."
"And the other two?"
"Ron seems to have been in on what Molly was planning. I've disowned him, not that it really matters. Percy has his job with the Ministry. I'm shot of them too. The articles in the Quibbler…"
Poppy nodded. "I knew it was bad. I had no idea it was that bad or that Dumbledore was … well what he is. He sold off every Muggle Born witch who was old enough! How can I work for such a person? You know I'm not even allowed to talk about that sort of thing? I can't even discuss it with the girls who might know about it, much less with the ones who need to know. How can I look in their faces knowing what I know? Anyway, I got a letter from Minerva offering me a position of some sort and I took it."
"Oh?"
"She says there's an opening for someone to teach magical first aid and casualty stabilization. She also implied that several of my former patients are wherever it is we are going. Girls there cannot be sold off, she said. As I have nothing else tying me down… So what will you be doing?"
"No idea, really," Arthur admitted. "I guess I'll figure that out when I get there. Right now being with what's left of my family is more important."
Arthur looked out the window at the planes.
"I wonder how those things stay up," Poppy said.
Arthur chuckled. "Always did myself. It's been a goal in my life to know how the Muggles do it."
SATURDAY, AUGUST 10th, 1996 – Potter Manor, Charenwell.
Harry had an enjoyable lie in with his two newest and for all intents and purposes last girls. Still, as enjoyable as it was and as all of his nights seemed to be, it seemed they never truly made up for his days. This was supposed to be the summer hols and he was supposed to be a teenager and it seemed he was working almost all the time. Bondings aside, this past week had been the most demanding yet. In addition to the attack, they were already starting a limited evacuation for the families of the girls with the full evacuation set to begin in about two weeks. He had more construction projects going on than he could keep track of, the Military Advisory Group was being stood up, and now he had to deal with the international arena as well. Fortunately, most of that would be Remus's job and he thought the French would probably be a big help, but it was a lot to keep on top of. If only all he had to "keep on top of" were his girls. Life would be so much easier. (Not that that was easy! But it certainly was more fun!) Perhaps this was the reason most Dukes were in their sixties or older when they took over. What Harry really needed was a holiday from his holiday.
It was at breakfast when it came to him. Why hadn't he thought of this before? Better yet, when was the last time he had done that? He could swear it might have been before the reading of Sirius's will, which meant he would have to explain an awful lot. Still… After learning about the Time Turners and particularly the risks associated with using them, Harry had looked this up in his Grandfather's journals. The magic was very different. You could experience days or even weeks inside, as he had a long while ago, while only a few hours passed outside. Moreover, your experience was fake in a way. Your body aged at the normal rate, which was why when he spent all that time learning about his family and legacy he never got hungry, thirsty or tired. Everything happened in his head. His body had only "aged" a few hours. If that was the case, then his Grandfather's special pensieve would not be risky at all to his girls regardless of their condition. He needed a break. It was too bad he couldn't use it for his "work" as he could only bring in people, not things and could not bring anything out. But for a break, it seemed perfect. So the question was who to bring with him for a little get away?
Mallory might be getting the bulk of her patients from the various Harems, but she still had regular ones as well and last night one of them went into labor so she was off at the hospital. Minerva was busy with schedules and lesson plans for the "Harem Girls" and Harry and Neville as lessons would begin in earnest in a couple of weeks. Dora, Fiona, "Big" Laura, Rhonda and Karen were all spending the day with their families somewhere else. The "shopping twins" were on another expedition to Pottersport to get their newest sisters set up with full wardrobes which also took Erin, "Little" Laura, Eleanor and Cathy out of the equation. Gabrielle was not going with them. She was to be out shopping as well and would be getting her wand, but she was going with Fleur and her mother. Ginny, Stacey and Tabatha were all going to be at the base getting some flight time in and in Ginny's case be there to meet her father who was due in not long after lunch time. Katie, Sally-Anne, Connie, Kathryn and the Patil Twins were all off to the beach. Harry had been invited, but had already begged off. While he did want to go, he so needed a break from everything. It was kind of funny, he thought. Here he was with twenty-six girls and almost all of them had plans on Saturday. Only Luna, Hermione and Cissy were planning on staying at the Manor which, of course, decided who would be joining him.
After most of his family was off doing their things, Harry approached the three who remained. He told them he needed a break and how he intended to get it. Hermione and Luna knew what he was talking about, but Cissy did not. When he explained the device, she was intrigued to say the least. It took a little longer to convince his consorts as they both had to be concerned about the effects on their children, but he was able to convince them it was safe enough, far more so than even occasional use of the Time Turner. Hermione and Luna soon agreed it was a good day to see his parents and grandparents again. With that, they headed for the Library and the special Pensieve.
They materialized in an exact replica of one of the Sitting Rooms on the Ground Floor and, as every time before, it seemed empty.
"Where are they?" Cissy asked.
"It always takes a moment," Harry said.
Almost as soon as he had finished, the door opened. Harry had his back to it, but Cissy was looking straight at it.
"Siri?" she asked in shock.
Harry turned and saw what he had not expected at all. He expected his parents or grandparents or maybe all of them. But not this. Then again, it kind of made sense to him.
"Hello Padfoot," he said.
"Okay," the 'memory' of Sirius Black said, "now I am confused."
"Hey Mum and Dad," Harry added as his parents' 'memories' entered the room.
Sirius turned to James and Lily. "Um … what's going on? I was just updating my memory base in this thing and…"
"Have a seat, Sirius," Lily Potter said.
"I mean," Sirius said as he sat, "I never see you guys during updates and … certainly never Harry and what is Narcissa Malfoy doing her?"
"Sirius Orion Black," Cissy scolded. She was flabbergasted as well. Even after Harry explained to her about this Pensieve, she had not expected this. "YOU KNOW HOW I HATE THAT NAME!"
"She's as bad as Dora," Harry chuckled.
"Um … sorry, Cissy," Sirius said. "It's just that I … well it's been what? You were a Fifth Year last I saw you and that was 1979."
"Imagine my surprise, Siri," Cissy said. "Considering what I've been told of this place."
"Oh Bugger!" Sirius said. "I snuffed it, didn't I?"
"Great!" Harry said trying to lighten the mood. "First all those droll seriously Sirius puns and now we have to put up with Snuffles snuffing it as well?"
Hermione and Cissy actually chuckled, as did James and Lily.
"Once a Marauder, always one, Pup," Sirius replied with a laugh. "But seriously…"
"Here we go!"
"I'm dead, right? I mean the real me?"
Harry nodded.
"When? How?"
"When did you last update?" Harry asked as his grandparents came in.
"June 5th, 1996," Sirius replied. "Things seemed to be coming to a head and I had recently been told about the Twins – er – parting shots."
Harry nodded. "That was a classic. You should have been there! Flitwick said it was some of the best magic he'd ever seen. I think they might have finally topped you as all time Hogwarts prank masters, but… Okay, on June 14th, there was a battle at the Department of Mysteries. Voldemort tricked me into believing you were captured…"
"Please tell me you tried to find out otherwise before running head long into a mess."
"I did."
"The mirror?"
Harry hung his head. "I forgot about that. Floo called you at your place. Kreature said you were out and I believed the useless Elf." Harry was surprised Hermione said nothing in the Elf's defense. "Turned out you were upstairs tending to Buckbeak who Kreature had injured earlier. Fearing the worst, I headed off to London."
"After a little side adventure with a Toad Lady, Giant and some Centaurs," Hermione added.
"Six of us flew to London on some Thestrals," Harry continued, "entered the Department and were cornered by twelve Death Eaters. Hermione was with me as was Luna here. Neville Longbottom was there as well as Ginny and the other Weasley. We actually held our own for a while. Then you and some others came in. By that point, only Neville and I were still fighting. We were in the room with the Veil and you were dueling with Bellatrix. You got a little sloppy and she hit you with a stunner and … and you fell through the Veil."
"In my defense," Sirius said looking at the other memories, "I had been out of practice and cooped up in that pit for months. At least I went down fighting with wand in hand. So how long ago was that? What day is today out there?"
"August 10th, 1996," Harry replied.
"You haven't been here in over a month?" Lily asked.
"Um…"
"Too busy to spend time with your parents? And let me guess, you haven't been spending time with your sister either."
"That's a little different!" Harry said.
"What's going on?" Sirius asked, although no one seemed to be paying attention.
"It's been real busy, Mum…"
"I'm sure it has what with all the girls in your life," Lily huffed.
"If only it were just that! Look, I came here 'cause I needed a break after a really rough week what with an invasion and all…"
"Invasion?" Charles Potter asked. "What are you talking about?"
"The British magicals attempted an invasion," Harry said.
"Seems there a bit miffed about the new Duke," Cissy added. "It did not go well for them."
"Not at all," Harry said.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Sirius asked. This time the others remembered he was there. "My last memory is updating my memory in this thing. Now it's a couple of months later, not that I'm surprised but it looks like Harry finally woke up and smelled the pumpkin juice. Nice to see you, Hermione."
"Thanks," Hermione replied.
"But what's all this other stuff?"
"It's a long story," Harry said. "But as you have no better place to be and we are under a form of time compression and I really need time to sort a lot out."
"I think we should begin with a proper introduction," Cissy said to Harry before turning to the memories. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present His Highness, Lord Sir Harry the First, Duke of Charenwell, Count of Darby, Head of the Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Black, Order of the Knights of the Round Table."
"That was a bloody mouthful," Sirius said. "I expected some of it, but what was the Count thing and this Knight…?"
Cissy waived him off. "May I also present Her Highness, Lady Dame Hermione Potter, Duchess of Charenwell, Order of the Knights of the Round Table and Her Grace, Lady Dame Luna Black, Countess of Darby, Order of the Knights of the Round Table?"
"The Count of Darby is the title usually reserved for the second son of the Duke," Cissy said. "As Harry became head of two of the oldest families when you both emancipated him and named him as your heir as Head of the House of Black, and as Luna was able to become Harry's second Consort and the Lady Black, Harry took the title for himself. From now on, the Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black will bear that title and his Consort shall be the Countess of Darby. As for the knighthood, your friend Remus Lupin, Harry, Hermione, Luna, Dora, Neville Longbottom (who's Harry's age and now Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom) and the former Ginny Weasley were all knighted by the Crown for their fight against the Death Eaters. And, by the way, you were too as well as pardoned, but it was regrettably posthumously."
"Hear that?" Sirius laughed, "you can all call me Sir Sirius!"
"As you command, Sir Mutt," James Potter quipped.
"I will have you know I am a purebred," Sirius replied haughtily.
"Sir Poodle, then," James said.
"It is rather difficult to take you too seriously, Sirius," Lily chuckled.
"Did you have to pick a poodle?" Sirius moped. No one answered. "Fine then! I'd take my Quaffle and go home but as I am but a memory, I guess I'm stuck! So what else happened?"
Harry snorted. "You mean aside from the fact your best ever prank was after your death?"
"You really threw a kneazel among the garden gnomes, Siri," Cissy added. "As a direct or indirect result of your final actions in life and you Will and such … well you know Harry is Duke of Charenwell. You probably guessed I accepted yours and Harry's offer to annul my marriage and Draco has been disowned. Dumbledore's and Molly Weasley's plots against Harry were exposed very publically. The battle you fought in and the ones that followed have all but wiped out the Death Eater combat arm. They are also now almost broke. With the votes of Houses Potter, Black, Longbottom and Bones sequestered here in Charenwell, there can be no quorum in the Wizengamot effectively paralyzing the Ministry. Fudge is basically a lame duck as Minister for Magic but can't be replaced because the Wizengamot can't be called into full session. About half the members of the Order of the Phoenix resigned and two of Dumbledore's primary members who remain are Harry's spies. Dumbledore was kicked off the I.C.W. and Magical Britain is now under close scrutiny, to say the least, for its list of transgressions and both Dumbledore and the Ministry have taken a huge hit in their money bags. Charenwell has allied itself with Her Majesty's government and Harry is now the primary magical contact and Councilor for both Her Majesty and the Muggle Prime Minister. We also concluded an alliance with magical France which will probably lead to the complete isolation of Magical Britain from Europe, if not the world. Harry all but destroyed the British Concubine trade. By this time next year, most if not all the Muggle Borns in Britain will be residents of Charenwell at least doubling this country's population which is important as Charenwell has been asked to provide magical military support for Her Majesty's government in dealing with the crisis in Britain. The Charenwell Air Force is already forming and Army is recruiting. Thanks to the recent attempted invasion, over a thousand have signed up to date. Because of Harry's new family, he's doubling the size of the Manor and due to recent developments the Manor is now protected by a herd of Hippogriffs and a flock of Hungarian Horntail dragons. Am I forgetting anything, Harry?"
"Um … maybe. For one thing, between what Dumbledore and the thirty-four dead beats have been forced to pay, I've made over a hundred million galleons and then there's the family stuff."
"S-such as?" Sirius asked.
"Um … that I'm gonna be a Dad and will probably have at least twenty-two children within the year."
"TWENTY-TWO?" several of the memories exclaimed.
"Well," Harry blushed, "given that I have twenty-five wives, twenty-one of whom are or want to be pregnant and…"
"Twenty-five wives?" Sirius asked.
"And a betrothed as well," Harry added.
"How…?"
"I thought you were only talking about twenty!" Lily added.
"There've been developments," Harry said.
"Such as?"
"Such as after the reading of Sirius's Will, Dumbledore sold every bondable witch he could to come up with cash," Harry said. "Forty-two girls! There were fifty first time witches up for sale as of the day of the Auction and that was after Neville Longbottom and I had managed to take about six off the market including Hermione and my sister. I bought all of them, plus one other. Then there were the witches that I got from the Black renters who owed a fortune in backed rents. That was another thirty-three. I have two Consorts. I inherited three Concubines, bought two directly from House Greengrass to prevent them from being sold to Death Eaters or their junior brigade. Of the fifty-one bought at auction, eleven are now either a Potter or a Black. I got five more from the confiscations. Ginny Weasley became mine when her mother's plot against my line was revealed to avoid a feud…"
"You only brought two with you," James said.
"Um … actually I brought three," Harry said. "It's a Saturday and the others are busy having some personal time, visiting family and such."
"Three?" Sirius asked. "Wait. You married Cissy? You do know she's your Cousin!"
"So's Dora," Harry said. "You left her to me. And I'm like a second cousin to them."
"Actually," Luna said, "you're Cissy's second cousin once removed and Dora's third cousin. And I am your fourth cousin as is Ginny."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Your great-great grandfather was Cygnus Black, Harry, who is also Dora's great-great grandfather and Cissy's great grandfather. Sirius here – although I swear he looks just like Stubby Boardman of the Hobgoblins…"
"I've been told that," Sirius chuckled. "It's a pity I don't like that group."
Luna pressed on, "his great grandfather was also named Sirius and was Cygnus's older brother. They had another brother named Arcturus who had a daughter named Cedrella who married Septimius Weasley, who was Ginny's great grandfather. Finally, one of my great-great grandfather's on my mother's side was Phineas Black, who was Cygnus, Sirius and Arcturus Black's other brother. You do know many of us from old lines are related, even if distantly."
Harry nodded.
"Okay," Sirius said, "so how did Cissy become your wife?"
"And what happened to all those other girls?" Lily asked.
"The other girls are now part of one of six other families," Harry said. "My friend Neville – now Lord Longbottom – has a Consort and sixteen other wives and will get three more next week. His parents are…"
"Wait! I thought Frank and Alice were permanently messed up from the Cruciatius Curse," Sirius said.
"Apparently, it was another curse," Harry said. "Bella cast it in the end. We think it was an old Black family curse. Anyway, it's effects are only 'permanent' so long as the caster is alive. Neville killed Bella a little over a month ago."
"Good riddance," Sirius said. "You disowned her for good measure?"
Harry nodded. "Anyway, in addition to Alice, Frank has five new wives. Bill Weasley and Fleur have been joined by another thirteen wives and two concubines. Fred Weasley has a Consort, fourteen wives and a concubine. George Weasley has a Consort, twelve wives and three concubines and Remus has a Consort and five other wives so far. Although I should note, we expect the Concubines will become wives fairly soon."
"How?"
"That Love Bond," Harry said. "That makes them a wife in all but name. Love Bonded Concubines become wives when the family either becomes a coven or they become pregnant."
"Actually, it's when they give birth," Hermione said. "Not that it matters with us anymore."
"Okay and what does that mean?" Lily asked.
"As I said before, a lot of my wives either are pregnant or will be," Harry said.
"Who?"
"Hermione's expecting twins," Harry said. "A boy and a girl."
"Congratulations!" several voices said.
"Have you picked any names?"
"The boy with be Robert James and the girl Lily Rose after their grandparents," Hermione said smiling.
"Thank you," Lily said chocking up a little.
"Luna is expecting as well, although we don't yet know what she's having," Harry said.
"Well, not officially," Luna said. "I do believe I'm like Hermione. One of each. I'd like to name our son James Sirius after your Dad and Godfather and our daughter Hermione Jenna after Hermione and my Mum."
"Sounds great," Harry said. "Mallory's having a boy," he continued, "who we're naming Sirius James as he will be the first Black. Dora's having a girl we're naming Andrea Justine so she can be called Andy like her gran. Minnie's having a girl we're naming Anna Rose…"
"Whose Minnie?" Sirius asked as James started laughing. "What's so funny?"
"You knew her as Professor McGonagall," James said. "It seems gramps had her as his love bonded concubine and then Dad inherited her and finally Harry."
"You shouldn't prank the dead," Sirius began.
"No prank," Harry chuckled. "She's now my wife as well."
"Isn't she a bit old?"
"Apparently not," Harry said. "And Daphne's pregnant as well."
"Daphne?"
"She's one of David and Vivian Greengrass's daughters," Harry said. "The Death Eaters forced them to sell her and her younger sister Astoria to the next Lord Black thinking it was Draco. I bought them. Daphne's now a Black and Astoria's a Potter."
"Bloody hell! Any other surprises?"
"Only that Ginny Weasley, Stacey Campbell, Katie Bell, Padma Patil, and Rhonda Lester are trying to get pregnant. They're all Potters now. And Karen Green, Parvati Patil, Connie Plumber and Cissy are also trying to expand House Black. Let's see… Laura Oliver, Sally-Anne Perks and Erin Sullivan will probably try to add to House Potter beginning in a few months and Tabatha Collins, Fiona Simpson and Kate O'Fallon will probably try and add to House Black as well. Oh, and Astoria Greengrass wants to try beginning next summer."
"I don't envy you son," James said.
"Wait a tick," Sirius said, "how'd Cissy become one of your wives? You had no grounds to take her as a Concubine but she is one, right?"
Harry shook his head. "She's is not and never has been a concubine."
"Then how …?"
"She asked."
"But you can't have more than one Consort per line!"
"When she asked," Hermione said, "we had already become a coven." Hermione then spent several minutes explaining what they had learned about that, including how the magic could accept new members and wives simply if all agreed.
"And this betrothal you spoke of?" Lily asked.
"It was the best way to describe that one," Harry said. "Her name is Gabrielle Delacour; younger sister of Fleur – who's Bill Weasley's Consort and was the French Tri-wizard Champion. The two of them are daughters of the French Minister for Magic who is also now the Deputy Head of the I.C.W. Gabrielle is not quite ten, so the complete bond can't happen."
"Complete bond?"
"She's part Veela. She chose me as her life mate about eighteen months ago after I saved her life, although I only found that out this past week. So she is already bonded to me for life even though it may be some years before I can bond with her."
"You sure don't do anything normal, do you pup?" Sirius said.
"Guess not." The group then spent several hours talking about everything else that had happened over the past couple of months.
SATURDAY, AUGUST 10th, 1996 – Jake's Pub, County Leitrim, Ireland.
Magical Ireland was a mystery to many and a problem to some. The same could be said about Charenwell, but both the nature of the mystery and problem were quite different. Few in the magical world really knew about Charenwell, whereas most knew or at least had heard of Magical Ireland. However, few outside of magical Ireland saw it as anything other than a part of Magical Britain. The Magical Irish saw things differently.
When the Wizengamot of the British Isles was first formed, 182 of the 600 seats were held by Irish clans or families. As had been the case in the rest of Britain, the lines died out or gave up their seats one by one, with other lines gaining the additional seats. For centuries, the Irish kept their seats to themselves, but around the time that Charenwell gained its independence from England (the event being unrelated) the Wizengamot had become dominated by English "Purebloods" who forced through a law that required vacant seats be passed to their families only. Over the next few centuries, the Irish and Welsh seats disappeared altogether. It was only through cunning that a handful of Scots kept some of their former votes.
The last Irish magical on the Wizengamot died without an heir to his seat in 1498, effectively taking Ireland out of the government that ruled over them. Needless to say, the Magical Irish were not pleased with this development, but were also unable or unwilling to force the issue. As far as the ruling elites in England were concerned, Ireland was a backwater of little interest aside from taxes and trade, and even then they only cared that the taxes were paid and trade continued. As far as the Magical Irish were concerned, their disenfranchisement was proof that the Magical English were no better than their non-magical counterparts and just as foreign.
When the Romans began their conquest of what would later become England in the First Century, Ireland and the British Isles were peopled by Celtic tribes or kingdoms. The Celts had been one of the largest singular cultures in Europe both in terms of the land they occupied and their population. At their largest, Celtic peoples occupied all of the British Isles and almost all of Europe south and west of the Rhine River to include France, Western Spain Portugal and even Northern Italy and the valley of the Danube all the way to the Black Sea. While they shared a common culture and technologically were not the barbarians the Romans painted them as, unlike the Romans they did not share a common government or purpose. Their divisions amongst themselves made them easier for the more organized and cohesive Romans to conquer, although when they did unite their tribes, they gave the Romans fits. Vercingetorix united the tribes in what was now France to stand against Julius Caesar and nearly ended the man's career before it began, but failed in the end. About a century later, Queen Boudicca in Britain almost ended the Roman occupation before a competent army under Suetonius ended her rebellion.
By the end of the First Century, Celtic independence was largely limited to Ireland. True, what was now Wales was not under direct Roman rule, but it was a vassal state. At Rome's height, what was now England was a Roman and Romanized colony. Modern day Scotland was the land of the Picts, a Gaelic people who, centuries later, merged with immigrants from Ireland to become the Scots. (Histories varies as to whether this was a merger of two related cultures, or a brutal conquest by the Irish tribes.) Following the fall of the Roman Empire, Roman Britain fell to successive waves of invaders who replaced the Romanized Briton culture with their own. The Anglo-Saxons (whose language later became English) crossed the North Sea and conquered England. The Anglo-Saxons a culture that was related to the forerunners of the Vikings. Mercia would later fall to the real Vikings and all of England would, for about fifty years, be ruled by a Danish (Viking) dynasty before the Anglo-Saxons were again restored. That Kingdom would later fall to the Normans from the north of France, a Duchy named after the North Men or Vikings who had conquered it over a hundred years earlier. Basically, England was a nation peopled by Vikings. Ireland, Scotland and Wales remained Gaelic, speaking their ancient language. (Gaelic refers to the specific branch of Celtic languages spoken in the British Isles).
The rise of Norman England marked a significant separation between the histories of the magical and non-magical peoples. The Irish magicals were part of a common magical realm that included all of the British Isles whereas the non-magicals remained part of various Irish kingdoms that were in an almost constant state of war with each other and later with the non-magical English. While in time, non-magical Ireland would fall to the English under force of arms and become a subjugated people, the Magical Irish lost their status in the political realm and not on the battlefield. Moreover, the non-magical Clearances in Scotland in the seventeenth Century which forced tens of thousands of Scots into Northern Ireland and created a hostile relationship between the Irish and their new neighbors that continued down through the centuries did not have a counterpart in the magical world. Yes, there were magicals from England and Scotland who moved to Ireland. But they became very Irish very quickly and were, at the time, just as appalled at the disenfranchisement as any, even if they became "Irish" centuries later.
The Magical English looked down on their Gaelic neighbors just as much as their non-magical counterparts did. The difference between the two was how. The non-magicals suppressed their Gaelic neighbors and in the case of Ireland rendered most of the people as little more than serfs. The magical English simply ignored the Irish altogether. In time, this created a semi-independent state, although only the Irish truly knew this to be a fact. Not long after the disenfranchisement, the Irish Magicals set up a government in secret. Appalled by the inequitable laws imposed from London that favored such foolish notions as Blood Status and English Supremacy in many areas such as taxation, education, and positions within the "legitimate" government, the Irish set up a system to get around those laws at least in Ireland. The English Magicals really did not care too much about what happened across the Irish Sea so long as the taxes continued to be paid. After all, no self-respecting English Pureblood was about to look to Ireland for a betrothal regardless of the fact than many Irish families, while not Pureblood by English standards, could trace their magical heritages back much further than many of the English.
Unlike non-magical Ireland, its magical counterpart was never divided north and south. The non-magical English manipulations with their non-magical neighbors across the sea began with their taking advantage of a divided society and more by accident than design kept it divided. When Home Rule finally came about, the five northern counties wherein the Scots refugees from the English Clearances and later oppressions had settled opted to stay with Britain whereas the less affected and far more Irish south became the Republic of Ireland. Magical Ireland, on the other hand, became unified in terms of its view of self governance around the time the Wizengamot was formed. When they were eventually disenfranchised by the English Purebloods, they simply set up their own secret government mainly to ensure the English stayed on their side of the Irish Sea. It helped that Ireland was not easy to get to magically. Only in the north, in Counties Antrim and Down which lay across the North Channel from Scotland was apparition truly possible for most magicals. For reasons rarely explained, apparition across large bodies of water reduced the range and few magicals would apparate to a land they could not see even if they could manage the distance. For most, forty to fifty miles was the best they could manage over water and only in the North was the distance less. Thus, apparition between Ireland and Britain was not convenient. Magical travel was mainly by floo (as the two were part of the same network) or portkey (which were regulated by the Ministry). Consequently, so long as there was no reason, the English Ministry seldom bothered the Irish.
Irish semi-autonomy began early, long before the Pureblood English became a thorn in their side. Less than fifty years after Hogwarts opened, the Irish opened their own school. While Hogwarts was the oldest school in the British Isles, St. Patrick's was the largest. All of its students were born and lived in Ireland or were of proven Irish descent and the vast majority of Irish magicals were educated there. Whether by accident or design, this gave the Irish magicals an early sense of self.
In 1540, the Irish magicals set up their secret government. They had no communications with the Crown or even the local non-magical government nor did they send forth ambassadors or accept embassies, but they soon had their own Gringotts branch in Dublin which meant that while the wizards of the world might not see Ireland as a separate country, the Goblins did. For lack of a better word, magical Ireland was governed by its National Assembly. From the beginning, it was an elected body as the Irish had no intention of falling into the trap of a hereditary government and its ability to monopolize power. Each Assemblyman stood for election every three years with a third up for election in any given year and each represented a specific geographic district which was defined along the same boundaries as the non-magical counties. There were originally 32 Assemblymen, one from each County. Eventually, however, they saw the need to make representation somewhat reflective of the population as well. It did not seem right that County Longford, which in 1996 had a population of 313 and was the smallest magical county in population, should have the same voice as Dublin with over 7,000 magicals. Most counties had one Assemblyman. Counties Antrim, Cork, Down, Galway, Limerick, and Waterford had two while Dublin had 15 for a total of fifty-two. The Assembly acted as legislature, Justices of the Peace as well as law enforcement, although in the latter capacity there were County Constabularies and similar officers who were civil servants and not elected officials. Moreover, while the magical population of Ireland was around 25,000, they considered their community to number closer to 40,000 as unlike their counterparts across the Irish Sea; they considered Squibs and Muggles with magical family members as part of their community. This notion extended to their secret government. Of the fifty-two Assemblymen, two were Squibs and five were Muggles.
The Assembly had no permanent meeting place. In the beginning, it met at a different location almost every day in session to keep the English from noticing. When it was clear the English would not notice they kept up the practice out of tradition. In most years, the Assembly met for maybe three weeks out of the year, but with the Troubles across the way and the recent revelations regarding English predations (in the form of their proven ability to sell off Irish Muggle Born witches), they had been in almost continuous session.
The fifty-two were now seated in a rural pub in County Leitrim. The publican was a magical and the brother of the host of this meeting. Assemblyman Padrig O'Donnell represented County Leitrim and as such hosted the Assembly when they met here, which was not often. Padrig was in his twenty-fourth term on the Assembly making him the longest serving Assemblyman in the history of that organization. One might think it would be easy for him to stay in his office given he was from the second smallest district on the assembly. But County Longford, the smallest, seemed to change its mind about who should speak for it every six years and no one else had served more than ten terms. Padrig had said it was harder to stay in office than to get there and in his seventy years on the Assembly, he had never missed a baptism, wedding or funeral of any of his constituents and was known for digging into his own vaults to help someone from his county who was down on their luck. Padrig was highly respected throughout Ireland and never spoke at meetings unless he had a considered and well thought out opinion on a matter which by now meant that when he did express his opinion, the others listened.
The Irish Assembly was incensed, for lack of a better word, at the English stupidity. Fudge had suppressed information of the return of Voldemort and his Death Eaters. While this concerned all, it was of particular concern to the seven Assemblymen from the five counties in Ulster. During the last war, Death Eaters brought some of their initiates to Ulster to prey on the Muggles and there was no doubt in their magical neighbors' minds that the Death Eaters might well have precipitated the Troubles in Northern Ireland and certainly inflamed an already volatile situation, a fact the then Ministers for Magic and Wizengamot refused to acknowledge. Now, as the Muggle government and IRA were trying to arrange a cease fire, to learn that Death Eaters might be active again and again the London magicals would do nothing was infuriating.
Most recently came the revelations that the Head of the Wizengamot was selling Irish Muggle Born witches off as concubines and had been for who knew how long. Their constituents asked what gave an English wizard rights over Irish magicals. While there were some who were not totally opposed to the trade, all were of the opinion that no foreigner should have the right to use Irish witches to supply their flesh trade.
Finally, just that morning the papers had exposed the Ministry's failed attack on a country named Charenwell. Few had even heard rumors of that country before, but the fact that the English would be so foolish and would seemingly be willing to engage the services of Death Eaters against a foreign country made many wonder whether they might consider the same for Ireland. For over two centuries, members had debated the merits of a final break with the rest of Magical Britain yet for many reasons they had not done more than discuss it in the philosophical context and certainly not in open Assembly.
Padrig O'Donnell rose from his seat and the eyes of the rest of the Assembly were upon him. "Assemblymen," he said, "for weeks now we have cataloged and debated the recent actions and inactions of those who claim to govern us. For decades if not centuries, we have known their claim of sovereignty was more in their own minds and it was and is only our economic connections with them and their people that have kept us playing our own game. But at no point have we ever ceased being Irish!
"The reckless actions of a deluded few should not be paid for on these shores or by those who live here. It is time, I believe, that we give serious thought to a final and permanent break. From this day forward, we will decide our destiny! From this day forward, Ireland first! From this day forward Erie go bragh!"
It was a short speech followed by a unanimous cheer and it began the road to a new Magical Ireland. But a true break was a long ways away. It would be easy enough to do. They could take control of the Floo and block unrestricted travel across the Irish Sea. They had curse breakers who could set up wards to prevent most unrestricted portkey and apparition. They could quite easily divert taxes from London to … well wherever they decided their Treasury would be situated (most likely Dublin as that was where their Gringotts branch was located.) They could do that in weeks or less, and more than a fair few of them had thought about just that at one time or another. But these were not the foreign fools and usurpers in London. They knew they needed additional preparation. They needed to establish contact with the two Muggle governments in the Emerald Isle, knowing full well the Republic of Ireland had no contacts with the magical world. They also needed contacts with the I.C.W., particularly now that the English were no longer in control. They needed trading partners other than Britain. They needed allies.
By that evening, two Assemblymen were making arrangements to travel to North America to visit family. Just as there was a sizable Irish community in non-magical North America, there was a large magical community as well. Non-magical events such as the Potato Famine of the 1840's did not spare the magicals. Millions had emigrated when their primary food crop died in the fields and the British landlords continued to send the cash crops and livestock to England. The truth of that time was not that the potato crop failed and the Irish starved. Potatoes were but a fraction of the crop yield and the only crop that failed. Throughout the famine, Irish farms produced more than enough food to feed themselves, but the English owned those crops and there was no money in feeding the hungry. The effect on the magical community was skyrocketing food prices, which drove thousands across the sea.
But the Irish Americans did not disappear from Ireland entirely. In the Muggle world, they contributed directly and indirectly to Irish Home Rule funding Irish patriots and pressuring their own government to lean on the British. Later, after the Republic of Ireland was founded, many continued to support the ongoing struggles in Ulster, for better or worse. It was probable that the troubles might not have lasted but for such support. What the magicals hoped for was a similar response from their North American magical cousins should they too seek a final break from England. Finally, there was a source closer to home it seemed. Assemblyman Patrick Sullivan, a Muggle from one of the Dublin districts, had two sons and a daughter who were magical. His brother Thomas also had magical children and a daughter who had recently fallen prey to Dumbledore's slave trade, yet had wound up in very unique circumstances. Thomas had received a letter from her inviting him and the family to at least visit. It would seem that his daughter was now the wife of the Duke of Charenwell.
SATURDAY, AUGUST 10th, 1996 – RAF Pottersport, Charenwell.
Arthur found himself seated in a window seat near the front of the aircraft which he was told by the young woman acting as a "Flight Attendant" – whatever that was – was known as a Bombardier Dash Eight. Poppy was somewhere else on the plane and one of the other men who showed up was seated next to Arthur. Arthur noticed that, unless he was mistaken, the rest of the people looked very Muggle and not unlike photos he had seen of Muggle military types. He was right and he was wrong he quickly learned. Yes, aside from Poppy and himself, all the others on the plane were part of the British Muggle Military. But at least some were magical and they all knew about magic. They were all being assigned to something called the Charenwell Military Advisory Group, which sounded somewhat ominous, although it was not nearly as disturbing as learning that despite the Ministry of Magic and the Statute of Secrecy, at least some Muggles knew all about the magical world.
Still, it did not matter anymore to Arthur. And the gentleman beside him was a flyer in the Royal Air Force whom Arthur hoped could tell him how airplanes stayed up. In the end, it made no sense to Arthur. The flyer told him about air flow, pressure differentials and something called lift and Arthur still had difficulty grasping it. It did not matter to Arthur that statistically one was more likely to be struck by lightning than die in a plane crash. He refused to believe that an airplane staying up was mostly all about going forward fast enough.
Ginny Weasley was both a little bored and nervous at the same time as she sat in the Ready Room for her new training squadron. She had completed her course in the Tiger Moths last week and was now transitioning into what she thought were the really cool Spitfires. She knew visual navigation and formation flying from her Tiger Moth training and was learning the differences between that slow plane and her new, comparatively fast fighter plane. She had just completed her tenth hour and knew she could take off, land, and recover from spins and stalls just as well as she did in the biplane. Today, she now waited for a scramble order with three other pilots. One was Squadron Leader Davis, one of the older pilots who had been flying these planes for some years. The other three were like her, fresh out of basic flight training. Dora was with her as were Daphne and Astoria. Their mission was to take off when ordered, fly out to the northeast and meet one of Charenwell's new passenger planes and "escort" it back to base. Seemed simple enough to Ginny, except she knew one of the passengers was her father. She was not nervous about the flying. It was what would happen when she was back on the ground.
What was she going to tell him?
The truth, she thought. But how much? She certainly would tell him she was very happy with her strange new life and had done more and experienced more in the past month than she thought possible. She would tell him she thought that as painful as being sent away was at that moment, since joining Harry's family she felt it was truly the best thing that ever happened to her. But what about more personal questions?
Harry had never hurt her, or at least not since binding her to him. She was now part of a large family and coven and they were all there for each other. This was true in all respects. She might even tell him she hoped she would be pregnant soon, then again maybe not. The last thing she wanted to discuss with her father was her sex life as wonderful as she thought it was.
She knew if she even hinted at her life in that regard to her former mother she would think her daughter was a tart. Since joining Harry, she had never had sex outside of her family, but she had sex with someone in House Potter or Black at least three times a day. She and her sisters in the coven preferred Harry sex, but so far girl sex was a fair substitute if he could not be in her somewhere. She didn't care where Harry took her in any definition of that word. She loved having him inside of her and while she preferred the version which would lead to babies one day, she enjoyed sucking him off and even letting him take her in the bum. It was all enjoyable. At school, she had not been into girls all that much. She had not had girl sex until she was told it was part of being on Angelina's Quidditch Team and even then, unlike most such girls, she only shagged her three girl teammates either in the showers following practice or in the "game planning" "discussions" in Angelina and Alicia's Seventh Year dorm room. Here? As long as the girl was bonded to Harry and Harry to her (ruling out Gabrielle for now), Ginny wanted her as well. She only had the three most recent additions to go to complete her set, and then work through them all again and again… Definitely not something she was going to tell her father…
The Dash Eight had taken off from London over two hours ago and was now high over the Atlantic Ocean. Arthur had reached a couple of conclusions. First, this airplane was way faster than any broom he had ever been on. The plane seemed to speed down the wide "plane road" faster than he could have imagined before it smoothly and quickly lifted into the air. Second, these Muggles flew far higher than any wizard. He was told how high they would be flying and could not believe it! No wizard had flown that high on a broom! (Many claimed to have, but all had reputations of gross exaggeration.) Everyone knew you could not fly that high and breath! He had no idea what the man next to him meant by "pressurization."
Still, it was exciting. It was his second life's dream coming to fruition. Whether he understood how these things stayed up or not, he always wanted a ride in one and it was amazing. He stared out the window and saw two smaller planes were along side, yet at a distance keeping pace. He pointed it out to the Air Force man next to him who seemed surprised to see "Spitfires" "this far out" and "at all, really." The man explained they were old war planes from the last great Muggle War. He then talked for several minutes about the planes he had flown himself, diverting Arthur's attention from the window. When next Arthur looked out, the plane was near or over land – it was hard to tell as he could see the coastline of to the side – and it was much lower and getting lower by the second.
For a moment Arthur was worried something was wrong. They were really getting low to the ground and there was nothing but moor beneath them and he wondered whether the airplane really needed one of those "airplane roads" to land. Suddenly, they were over just such a road. He saw that the two little planes were gone just as he felt the plane shudder as its wheels touched the ground. Arthur smiled. He had flown in a plane! And, more important, he had lived to tell his family about it; to the extent they would still see him. It took several minutes as the plane seemed to drive around on the ground as if it was looking for something, then he heard the engines shut down and watched with a smile as the spinning thing slowly came to a stop. As soon as the plane was quite, the "Flight Attendant" opened the door at the front and let down the stairs that seemed to magically extend. Arthur and the others now stood and gathered their belongings, although Arthur could swear he heard more airplane engines outside.
He stepped out of the plane just in time to see one of those little planes several yards away following a short person with waiving arms, turning almost in a circle. As soon as the short person seemed happy, he gave the plane a single and Arthur heard that plane's engine shut down and watched as the spinning thing at the very front stopped. As soon as that happened, the clear bubble on top slid back and a small section of the side flipped down. He could see the pilot awkwardly standing up where the bubble had been and stepping out onto the wing of the plane, jumping to the ground. The pilot had a leather jacket on as well as a leather thing with odd looking glasses on the pilots head. The pilot took off the head piece and shook out long, read hair. Arthur was stunned to see the pilot was a woman. She looked up and saw Arthur and smiled, breaking into a run.
"Daddy!" she cried out.
Seeing his daughter running towards him not minutes after he arrived in this new land would have been surprise enough. Seeing that she was one of the people flying those little planes? Maybe now someone could explain to him how they stayed up. But that could wait.
Ginny crushed him with a hug. "I've missed you, Daddy," she said. "And guess what?" When Arthur didn't respond, Ginny answered for him: "Charlie is here too! He got here yesterday!"
Arthur was not expecting that.
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).
12. Eleanor May (Bromstone) Potter-Black, age 13 (Hu-2).
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).
12. Cathy Alicia (Abrams) Black-Potter, age 12 (Hu-1).
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).
17. Morag Coleen (McDougal) Longbottom, 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) Weasley, 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.