Story Title:
Civil War for Idiots, By Abe Lincoln
Summary: Next instalment of the Politics Series. Longest chapter I've ever written.
Disclaimer: I am not JKR. This is fiction, I do not charge to do this. Please let me know what you think.
October 1,1996
It has been several weeks since his grace gave control of organizing the government to the Baroness Darlington, and she has done a marvelous job. Thirty-four new ministers had been named in the last month alone, and all of the survivors of the ministry fire were adjusting well to a life "underground," though they were glad that they were able to communicate freely with their families. The process was slow, but everyone had been outfitted with a way to commute back and forth between Witley Court and their homes. Many changes were happening, and many ideas were being developed.
One of the ideas that Amelia had presented to Harry had been to have the essential personnel permanently occupy the massive underground complex in order to have a functioning 24 hr. government. It had taken a minimal amount of time and effort but three of the storage levels had been converted to living space for the needed workers. Those with families were given the option of bringing them in, but many chose to leave them on the surface where they could more easily seek shelter. In reality only a handful of single parents and widowers had brought their "families" to stay in the complex. Everyone realized that this was no place for children, there may come a time when the laughter of children echoed through the halls, but during these trying times it was not possible.
Many of the 1,500 people which now resided in the complex were still in awe over the shear size and complexity of the facility. Arthur Weasley, of course, was no exception to those fascinated individuals.
Arthur Weasley was a very talented man. He had married a lovely and homely woman who filled him with joy and pride, but sadly Elizabeth was taken from him before their second anniversary could be celebrated. Gellert Grindwald could be thanked for that. Of course in those days, everything was different, just like everyone was different. In those days, he had not been known as Arthur Weasley, but rather Conner Burton, a Canadian hit wizard stationed in France as part of a "Peace Keeping Force" of international wizards trying to keep Gellert from advancing into Western Europe. Elizabeth, and many other wives, was hidden safely in a cottage not to far from Normandy. One morning, after Arthur arrived at his post for monitoring, there was a serious flare of magic in the area that he had just left. Gellert's men had trailed Conner and a few other men to the cottages the night prior. Thinking that it was a barracks of some kind, Gellert had ordered it destroyed. There were no survivors of the magical blast.
In a state of panic and disbelief, Conner and the rest of his team searched the rubble only to be ambushed and forced to retreat to Britain with the news that Grindwald was making his move. The war was bloody and merciless, and Conner took out his sorrow on the enemy. There was no longer a good or evil in the eyes of Conner Burton, he had come from a very old and prominent Canadian family, a family which for years had specialized in the arcane and mysterious magics long thought to be lost to the sands of time. Four years of fighting, of near misses, and close calls for Conner saw the end of the war. He had unleashed hell on his enemies, and could personally account for the death of 600 plus wizards and muggles, none of which died what could be described a "humane" death. Conner used every foul, and ungodly spell he could think of in the battles he fought.
With his team of five, he would slip into enemy German bunkers, filled with their muggle fighters, and unleash plagues which made the black-death look like a case of the sniffles. Then, when the muggles were down, he and his team would battle the commanding officers, wizards, most times only leaving remains the size of a postage stamp.
Then the war ended, and the pain returned. Conner and his mates were given leave in France just as the American's were reporting victory in the Pacific. It was there that Conner met a young and frightfully attractive witch working as a nurse for the Red Cross. She was a saint to the patients, and a mystery to the staff. She would take to comforting the patients that were sure to die, but they would somehow pull through. Conner could see that she was using magic to heal the wounds, but couldn't find it in his heart to report her. This war had affected too many people, there had been too much death; and too much of it had been caused by him.
Conner decided there, in that moment, that the only way that he would ever be able to look at himself in the mirror would be to bury the past, and he buried all of it; including himself. He introduced himself to her as Arthur Weasley, a school mate whom had died in the opening battles of the war, and the rest is history. Conner Burton disappeared, and Arthur Weasley, the quite eccentric, muggle loving, and peaceful Arthur Weasley began a quite life in Britain, while Conner's family mourned his death in Canada. "Better dead than a crazed killer." Yes, Arthur Weasley was a man of peace…until recently.
He, and the rest of the ministry survivors, had been settling into their surroundings for barely a day when Amelia had rounded him and several other people up in a secluded conference room, away from the milling and filling of people searching the complex's many rooms and amenities.
After guards had secured the outside of the room and after Amelia had seated the 12 people, including Arthur, she began to speak. "Good afternoon everyone. I know that many of you are still confused as to what has taken place over the course of the last few days, so I will begin this meeting by answering any questions that you may have."
Albert Westwood, former head of goblin affairs, spoke up. "Amelia, what is with all this nonsense? When are we going back to the ministry? How is it that Potter is keeping us here? When will the aurors arrive?" Many heads were nodding in agreement with the questions that had been raised by the elderly man.
"This, nonsense, is to be the future of this country Albert, and no one will ever go back to the ministry. It has been deemed uninhabitable and as such imploded to ensure the stability of the muggle buildings above it. As for how Potter is keeping us here, he simply has not given access to the exits to you, and the aurors will not be arriving, as many of them are already here and undergoing extensive training from the magical guards of Lord Potter. Face the facts now gentlemen, and lady," Amelia indicated Amanda Peachtree, "we are in changing times and the future so far looks bright. I will tell you now that earlier, I was pulled aside by Lord Potter and given the task of forming a new government. I have you all here to help in that process."
"What part are we to play in this Amelia," a tired and resolute Arthur Weasley inquired. "How are we to stop the spread of the evil that is Lord Voldemort? I worry about my family Amelia, and I have not seen them in weeks. They must be worried sick! How can you be so calm, not knowing what may be happening with your niece? Aren't you the least bit concerned what may be going on out there?"
"I have spoken about that with His grace and he has assured me that all of our families are under close surveillance and that they will be allowed to come here once some minor changes to a few levels have been made." Amelia finished.
"So what, he's going to keep all our families here against their will? Is the entire wizarding world to be relegated to a cave?!" a flustered and angry Armand Pinkerton asked.
"No Armand, His grace is converting several levels of this facility into temporary housing for the workers. Once this ministry is fully functional, the people already here will be allowed to leave. Until then we are to fill the part of a "public servant" and spend every waking moment building this new government." Amelia explained. "Yes it has been quite a few days since the old ministry building burned, and yes there has been some confusion, but the Mage Corps are insuring that there is peace in the streets. As a matter of fact there was and attempted raid on Diagon Alley this morning and 16 death eaters were put down."
"What! How many people were hurt? The battle must have been epic. Is there any chance for the Alley to recover?" a worried and upset Amanda Peachtree asked.
"What battle? The Alley is undamaged, and the death eaters were killed within seconds of apparating into the street. The whole event lasted just a little over 30 seconds." Amelia, it seems, had dropped a bomb. There was utter quiet and shock in the room.
"30 seconds.", "I don't believe it!", "What dark and dangerous magic did they use?", were some of the prevailing questions that Amelia herd the group muttering. "Now, I've called you all here today because I have a proposition for you. One which I believe you all will find to your liking. There are currently 12 vital positions which need to be staffed with loyal and capable people." Amelia looked around the room, assesing how the people were handling the news.
"I have selected the lot of you to fill these positions. Each of you are qualified to attain any of these positions, but at the moment, I have decided to staff you to your strengths. Kingsley, you will become our new Minister of Domestic Defense, Charles will be the Minister of the Treasury, Arthur you will be Minister of War, Amanda you will be Minister of Education, Edmund you will be Minister of Health Services, Gilbert you will be Minister of Media Relations, Richard you will be Minister of Commerce, Nymphadora you will be Minister of Muggle Relations, Amos you will be Minister of Public Works, and Erin you will be Minister of the Department of Sentient Magical Beings. Are there any questions so far?"
"I must say Amelia; I don't know why you feel I'm qualified for this position. Surely I would be better suited as Minister of Muggle Relations?" Arthur said as a nervous feeling began to develop in the pit of his stomach.
"Conner Burton Arthur, Conner Burton." Amelia said as she looked him in the eye, with the light glinting in her monocle. "We'll talk about it later. Now everyone, I need for all of you to get acquainted with your new offices. Nymphadora, we need you to establish communications with the Muggle Prime Minister as soon as possible. He deserves to be made aware of the tensions which are stressing our world right now. Assure him that we are handling the situation, but have him be on alert nonetheless. Kingsley, You are going to be given access to Level 13, and the new Magical Constable Corps. There are currently 135 officers; all borrowed from His grace's Mage Corps. All MC's will be trained in the same manner as these 135 volunteers. Until such time as sufficient numbers have been raised these men will have to serve as the functioning MC Corps." Amelia explained as she spoke to the assembled group.
"Gilbert I need you to get in touch with The Prophet and the wireless, as well as several other papers both national and international. We need people to see that we are the legitimate government, and that we are taking care of business. Amanda, there are several hundred international students that will be arriving this summer in order to attend the new Hogwarts University, and the schools that the Governor has created. Security for Hogsmeade and the schools will be provided by a unit of Mages and goblins which will be housed on site. Edmund, you are to supervise the transition of Healers from St. Mungo's to the new complex at Westonbirt House while the St. Mungos complex is renovated to deal with long-term and specialized healing. Charles, I need you to liaison with Gringotts and ascertain the amount of gold left in the Ministry's coffers. We can't operate off of His grace's kindness forever." Amelia took a moment to pace around the table and hand out folders specific to each person's task(s)."
"Richard, I need you to give me a report on the stability of the economy; are our strengths and weaknesses? Erin, you are to contact the sentient creatures that are still in the Isles and open correspondences with them. As proof of our claims I will be recognizing ambassadors of the Vampire and Goblin Nations later in the week. We need to eliminate every potential ally that the Dark Lord may try to exploit in the coming battles," Amelia looked at each of the individuals as she spoke. "I cannot stress to each of you the sensitivity and urgency of our current situation. Later this afternoon I will be giving a detailed list to each of you comprising your department staff. As soon as people are used to their new positions I have been given permission to release everyone back into the general population."
"But how are we to come back Amelia," questioned Arthur. "We don't know where we are or what type of protections are on this structure. Where are the entry points and exits for this place? Can we apparate in or are there portkeys that we need to use?"
Amelia sat at the head of the table and considered how best she could respond to that question without having to go into too much detail. "If you will open your folders, one of the first pages that you will find details your new "security clearance." This code allows you access to not only vital information in the government, but designates you as a vital person to the government. Each of you will now be able to allow or disallow your employees access to your levels of the ministry or through collaboration multiple levels. This facility is designed so that only Senior Officials and Ministers can freely access the various levels of the building." Amelia took a moment to pour a glass of water as she awaited the inevitable questions.
"But how are we to communicate between the various departments? Are people physically prohibited from moving between the levels? How are the regular workers supposed to work?" Asked one of the members of the assembled board.
"Each employee will be given a level of clearance and access to areas specific to their job. Common areas such as the Cafeteria, Hospital Ward, and Legal Library will be accessible to everyone with a wristband on. Keep in mind that what I am about to say is highly classified and does not leave this meeting is that understood?" Seeing everyone nod in agreement, Amelia continued. "The bands are what keys a person into the wards of this building and it allows for the monitoring of each individual. No one but the person wearing them can take them off; no person can gain entrance to the facility without one. If someone takes this off," Amelia said as she lifted her sleeve and indicated her bracelet, "they will be transported to the gate at the northwest of the property, stunned, bound, and guards will be sent to collect the individuals for detainment at Skipton."
"As for moving between the levels, the only interaction that lower staff may require will be the delivery of memorandums and various documents, but more than likely your secretaries will be able to handle that. The regular personnel are none of your concern. Until such time as the Parliament can fully meet, I have been given the responsibility of handling all matters of the legislative branch. However, I would like for some semblance of a democracy to exist in this transitional state. As such, I will call on each of you to ratify the decisions and measures that I have to make. We need to pass several laws as soon as possible in order to quell any panic which my arise, as well as ensure that the public at large will comply with our plans. Now that that is out of the way, I want each of you to turn to the third page of your folders, there are three pieces of legislation that we need to have passed."
Turning to the indicated page, the council members read over the three pieces of legislation:
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Ministry of Magic, Witley Assembly
Bill Title: Declaration of a State of Emergency
Sponsor: Baroness Darlington, Countess of Hartelpool
Number: 10021996001
Summary of Contents: With the passage of this bill the Dark Wizard known as "Voldemort" will be labeled as an enemy of the state of Great Britain. This declaration shall call on our allies throughout the world to dedicate resources to helping us eliminate the threat that this wizard and his followers represent to the British wizards. Appropriations will be made to allow for the funding of a campaign against this wizard initially starting at £15 million, or 3 million Galleons. Sympathizers and supporters of him shall be subject to the treason laws of the land.
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Ministry of Magic, Witley Assembly
Bill Title: Military Conscription Act
Sponsor: Baroness Darlington, Countess of Hartelpool
Number: 10021996002
Summary of Contents: Having declared a State of Emergency, and having found a great threat to the safety and security of the magical peoples of the United Kingdom, all able-bodied wizards whom are between the ages of 17 and 54 are to report to Hogwarts University for induction into the Mage Corps. Until such time as the State of Emergency Declaration has been rescinded, it shall be unlawful for aforementioned people to avoid serving in the organized military unit that is the Mage Corps. Should a person be found in violation of this law, a monetary fine of 3,000 galleons shall be imposed on the individual; in addition to any sentencing by the Royal Court of Gilling Castle.
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Ministry of Magic, Witley Assembly
Bill Title: Suspension of Habeas Corpus
Sponsor: Baroness Darlington, Countess of Hartelpool
Number 10021996003
Summary of Contents: Due to the far reaching nature of the support base for the dark wizard, Voldemort, and his, unknown, supporters; with the passage of this bill into law the Magical Constables shall be granted the authority to arrest any individual without a warrant, or notice of search and seizure. Further, no warrant shall need be issued for searches, seizures, or the apprehension of any suspected terrorist in league with this known dark wizard, Voldemort. Individuals detained under the above described circumstances may be held indefinitely; or for the duration of the declared state of emergency in regards to the Voldemort threat as directed by the courts.
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"Are you serious Amelia," asked Armand Pinkerton, "there is no way that the people will comply with these bits of legislation. What good could possibly come from passing legislation like this?" asked the newest Minister of Intelligence. "I mean really! Forcing people into military service, punishing those which refuse to serve. I bet this was an idea floated by that muggle bitch that parades around as a queen," he stood and leaned onto the table. "I tell you here and now Amelia, I will not allow the foreign ideas of some muggle hag dictate the safety of the good people which we represent. You claim to have the best interests of wizards at heart, but what in the hell are you playing at you daft woman? How do you plan on enforcing this tosh? Have you even thought of that?"
During the rant Amelia changed many unattractive shades before finally settling on a horrid shade of puce. Raising her wand so fast that most only saw a blur, she bellowed "Abordat Iblinglio!" The bright purple curse shot from her wand like a bolt of lightening, with a ferocious clap of thunder which followed. It hit the irate Armand and blew him twelve feet from where he was seated into the marble wall behind the table. Screaming in pain the man began clawing at his chest where the curse had impacted and burned a hole through his clothes exposing his bare chest. Slowly his skin began to bubble as though it had turned into a liquid and had been exposed to high heat. Screaming in agony the man cried out for help, and when no one made a move to help him he began to beg Amelia for mercy.
Seeing he had suffered enough Amelia ended the curse and slowly, ever so slowly, caused the man to levitate in the air guiding him over his vacant chair. "Armand, let me make something very clear to you. There will be no vestiges of the old government left, including the sentiments of a former leg of our illustrious society. Now, are you going to comply with the program or are you going to be a royal pain in the ass? Keep in mind that I will pass this legislation, I will name you as a terrorist suspect, and you will vanish so far into the bowls of the system that you won't be able to find your balls, let alone ever see the light of day again! Am I being perfectly clear?!" Amelia said as her voiced rose with each passing word. Grabbing his aching, scarred, chest Armand looked down at her and nodded his head, as he still had not recovered his voice. "Good," Amelia said as she flicked her wand and dropped him unceremoniously, upside down, into his chair.
"Amelia, I must protest your actions. We are trying to form a just government if what you and Mr. Potter have told us is true. Why in the world would you subject Armand to that curse and expect us to believe that we will be fair and just after witnessing that? I understand that you are upset by what he said, but really; you can't expect us to be honest with you if we fear being cursed. I thought you wanted some semblance of a democracy!" Kingsley Shacklebolt said.
"Kingsley, everyone, we are operating in dangerous times. Plus we are operating as a government under the grace and authority of the Queen of the United Kingdom. I will not take such insults or remarks kindly. We all swore an oath not only to the house of Potter, but also of Windsor. Do not forget that you are in the positions you now have because the Queen saw fit to appoint Mr. Potter to the position of authority that she did. In order for this government to work there will have to be one voice in this chamber, from you my cabinet. In order for there to be an effective government there will have to be cohesion and cooperation between us. Now, I understand that we will disagree on things," Amelia said as she stood and began to pace the room, "but we will in the end have to come together for the good of the people. I will not allow the ineffectiveness which has plagued past administrations to develop in this one. The mindset that Armand presented to me was one of the past. We are not dealers of the past, but makers of the future! There is no room for those which will not help to develop the progress that will be made here in the near future. Are there any questions so far?" Amelia said as she made her way back to her chair.
Seeing that most of the people that were assembled around the table were silently agreeing with her Amelia continued. "Now that I have all of your undivided attention, and the understanding that only progressive constructive criticisms are acceptable, we must progress to a few lesser bills which need our immediate attention. If you will please look over the bills listed on pages 4-6 and tell me what you think. I will give you each five minutes to read the bills, then the floor will be open for five minutes of debate for any bill that you have questions about.
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Ministry of Magic, Witley Assembly
Bill Title: Code of Law for the Magical UK
Sponsor: Baroness Darlington, Countess of Hartelpool
Number 10021996004
Summary of Contents: With the passage of this bill, all former laws of the Ministry of Magic shall be suspended until such time as a judicial panel reviews all measures enacted for the public good. Upon completion of this review the panel will submit all approved laws for consideration before the Witley Assembly for implementation into law or veto. However, until such time as the previous Codex of Magic can be "sifted through" the current, and relevant, laws, rights, and privileges of the muggle United Kingdom shall be implemented as law of the wizarding society.
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Ministry of Magic, Witley Assembly
Bill Title: Recognition of Peerage
Sponsor: Lord Potter, Governor General, Duke of Norfolk
Number 10021996005
Summary of Contents: The following people have been recognized by His grace as peers to hold lifetime positions in the House of Lords in the Witley Assembly for special services rendered to the state during this time of crisis. The title of Baron shall be given to: Oliver Wood and William Weasley. The title of Marquis shall be given to: Remus Lupin, Filius Flitwick, and Alastor Moody. The Title of Baroness shall be given to: Pamona Sprout and Geraldine Granger. The title of Marquis shall be given to Minerva McGonagall.
These people shall have the hereditary duty to administer and execute the duties of the House of Lords. By ¾ vote peers may nominate individuals from the House of Commons to the Governor General for induction into the, non-hereditary, peerage.
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Ministry of Magic, Witley Assembly
Bill Title: Elections for House of Commons
Sponsor: Lord Potter, Governor General, Duke of Norfolk
Number 10021996006
Summary of Contents: With the passage of this bill the Witley Assembly's House of Commons shall follow the same districting map as the muggle House of Commons. Elections are to be held three weeks from the date of the passage of this bill. All magical citizens over the age of 16 may vote in the election of representatives to the House of Commons. Of the seats in the House of Commons, 3 are to be reserved for the representatives of the Goblin Nation, 2 for the Vampire and Werewolf communities each, 1 seat for the Centaurs, and 1 seat for the, non-human, representative of non-sentient magical creatures. These "Creature seats shall have no vote, but are to speak on behalf of these beings. Election results are to be published and open for public review. Ballots are not to be kept for more than 30 days after an election. Elections are to be private and free.
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Before this legislation had came into existence, voting was reserved for people whom could afford to pay the 25 galleon poll tax. As such there were few people whom could say that they were being represented in the ministry. Arthur Weasley had just finished reading the pages that all the legislation covered, and he looked up at Amelia as if seeing her for the first time.
"He's serious isn't he?" Arthur asked Amelia meaning Harry.
"Yes he is Arthur. He made it abundantly clear to me that with these rapid changes, people will be threatened less by Voldemort and his support base. With the government much more open and accessible to people, he hopes that the cycle of dark insurgencies will be broken." Amelia poured a glass of water and sipped it slowly as people finished reading and waited for what she had to say next.
"I now open the floor for debate and discussion of the bills that are before you." Amelia as she sat her water to the side of her portfolio.
"I guess I'll start," said Charles Flagolt the Minister of the Treasury. "Bill number 5, the Peerage bill, how can I put this? Who the hell decided that these people will house the upper level of the Assembly?" Minister Flagolt spoke. "I mean, I assume that they are all good people, but what qualifies them to serve in the government, let alone for life? There are only eight of them, how do you plan on having a majority on votes? I mean, how are these people supposed to represent the will of the magical people? How can you honestly think that the people will react to this well? I mean, as a muggleborn I understand what you and Mr. Potter are trying to do, really I do. But, I have to wonder if your methods will be successful. The muggles have been able to progress as fast as they have because they did not have the burden of magic."
"I'm sorry Minister Flagolt, but did you just describe our birthright as a burden," asked Amanda Peachtree. "I fail to see how our gift could be a hindrance to our people. Would you care to elaborate?"
"I would have to agree with Minister Peachtree," said Arthur Weasley. "Magic has served all of us well, and has helped to ensure the stability and survival of our culture. I will admit that magic does have many failings and shortcomings, but surely you would agree that the benefits outweigh the costs?"
"I am not saying that magic is not a wonderful gift that we should all treasure and respect, but what I am trying to point out is that without the "crutch" of magic to cushion their lives, muggles have dealt with situations and social dilemmas that we, as a whole, are unaccustomed and unprepared to face. A good example would be creature rights. I am totally in favor of bill 6, but how will the public react to it? In these discussions we need to consider the reactions of all segments of society, not because of the so called "pureblood contingency" but because we are ushering in rapid and far reaching changes that will impact generations to come. If we are going to pass such legislation onto the public at large, we need to realize that there will be many ordinary, law-abiding citizens which will take this as an insult to their person."
"How do you think so," asked Minister Gilbert. "Don't you think that the people are a little bit more perceptive than what you have described?"
"That is where you will come in Minister Gilbert. Your department will declare war on the public in a sense. It will be your responsibility to convince the public of our understanding of things. You will need to unify the public to our cause. Amanda, as Minister of Education you will oversee the development of a unified theme for all children from the mats of the Granger Day School to the graduation ceremony of Hogwarts University, students are to be taught in these new ways of thinking. Tolerance isn't forced ministers…it is bred. The plans that are laid out before you are long-term. At best within 40 years the problems of today will have been eliminated and at worst there will be many senior witches and wizards wallowing in anger and frustration. However, I want to make this point perfectly clear people: Change Is Inevitable. These plans will happen, and our rule of law will prevail. Minister Weasley, if you will please tell me what the numbers currently are for the active members of the Mage Corps, and the current number being recruited, both natively and from the commonwealth countries." Amelia finished and indicated that the assembled group should listen to Arthur.
Turning through many pages of his portfolio, Arthur scanned page after page of statistics until he finally found the answers to the questions that he had been asked. "Are these numbers serious," asked Arthur to Amelia.
"I assure you Arthur, and the rest of you as well, that any information that or my staff have presented to you will be the most accurate that it can be."
"I can't believe it. According to this there are currently 3,000 wizards serving in the Mage Corps, with a domestic number of 1,500 awaiting training. Oh my gentle Jesus! 5,000 international recruits are petitioning to join the Corps from the Commonwealths! How is this possible Amelia?" Arthur was excited and fearful at the same time. With numbers that large the troubles that the nation was sure to face began to seem manageable. Flipping further through the pages Arthur learned that these people were paid a decent wage and received some excellent benefits for serving in the Corps. "Amelia, these figures can't be true. 50 million G per year to sustain this number? Surely it should be higher."
"No Arthur, the Governor has an agreement with Gideon Savings and Loan through Gringotts to maintain a trust account for the Mage Corps. The initial fund is set at 13 billion G, with a 5.6 percent interest rate annual return. So long as the Ministry agrees to leave the money in the Gringotts Branch of London, and not move all of our assets into a direct GSL account, the Goblins have agreed to special conditions and waivers for all monetary transaction for the Corps. We are saving million on all expenses related to the Corps because the Goblins have waived either all or most of the fees that are required to operate so many people as you have pointed out. So to answer the implied questions, yes. We are easily going to be able to support those numbers, and many, many more." Amelia said quite happily.
"How did we get the 13 billion," question the Minister of the Treasury Charles Flagolt. "I have been looking over these files you gave me and there is no record present of the spending of the various departments. Where did it come from?"
"In the Governor's dealing with the goblins he was able to free that initial sum from their probate system. Apparently the internal workings of Gringotts will not allow the assets of the previous government to be turned over to us until we sign treaties with them. This is one reason why we have bill number 6 on the agenda for today. One of the promises that the Governor made for the release of the funds and other assets that the goblins have in storage, was that we legitimately recognize them in the government. They wish to retain their independent culture, but voting delegates in the House of Commons will ensure that they have a say in matters that concern them."
"Getting back to the original argument though," Amelia began, "bill number 005 is a temporary solution to the problem. There will be many more people added to the House of Lords once they have come of age and finished their education. At the present time I cannot divulge their names for two main reasons, 1) the list has not been finalized, and 2) they have not been informed. But rest assured, this is not going to be the only bill introduced to recognize peers into the House of Lords. I doubt that this will be the only bill this year to deal with that situation. Now are there any questions on any other bill. We have exceeded our time allotted and I would like to finish with what we need to accomplish."
Seeing that no one else wanted to speak about a bill, Amelia called for a vote. "The vote for all resolutions will be held at this time. All in favor of Bill 0001, The Declaration of Emergency please voice Aye or Nay at this time." It was unanimous. "The Bill passes unanimously. All those in favor of Bill 0002, the Military Conscription Act please voice Aye or Nay at this time." Six voted Aye, three voted Nay, and three abstained. "The Military Conscription act passes by a measure of 6 to 3. All those in favor of Bill 0003, The Suspension of Habeas Corpus, please voice Aye or Nay." Again, six voted Aye, three Nay, and three abstained. "The bill passes with a measure of 6 to 3. All in favor of Bill 0004, Code of Law for the Magical UK, please voice Aye or Nay." It passed unanimously. "All in favor of Bill 005 please voice Aye or Nay." Eight voted aye and four voted nay. "All in favor of Bill 006 please voice Aye or Nay." Nine voted aye, two voted nay, and one abstained.
Amelia looked at the assembled Ministers, pausing to look at each one in the eyes. "Ministers, we have made history today. With the passage of these bills a new era has been ushered into existence. In this room, in this building, at this very hour we see the unprecedented movement of wizarding society into a true democracy. I will be sending these bills to the Governor later this evening, and when he signs them they will become law. However, Minister Allen, as Minister of Media Relations, I want you to write press releases for each of these bills, and how they will impact society at large. Make sure that the Prophet doesn't take any liberty in their reporting, and that our broader reaching papers present facts when they report. Two days from now there will be a press conference on these bills and many other things when some of the protective wards are dropped. The press room is not located in this facility, there is a second underground complex on the adjacent property, and all press releases will be done there. It is after that press conference that you will be able to quarter your department in that facility Gilbert. If there is nothing that anyone needs to add, you are dismissed to set up your offices and set to your tasks. Arthur, please remain," Amelia said as she finished her rather long winded discussion.
Everyone left the office, set on completing the tasks that they had been assigned. Amelia waited for the other ministers to leave before she signaled for the guard outside to come in and secure the room. Once his task was completed the guard stationed himself to the left of the door. Throwing up a quick seclusion ward, Amelia started her conversation with Arthur as they sat down side by side at the conference table.
"Arthur, I know that you have lived a relatively peaceful life, and I know that you have wanted to leave the past buried, but your country needs you." Amelia began. "I don't plan on allowing the information that I have to become public, hell, not even Harry knows about you or your past life. All that I ask is that you make our military into the best that it can possibly be. Can Britain count on you Arthur Weasley? Will you serve Queen and Country to the best of your abilities, teaching whom you must to ensure the safety of our children and families, working to fortify the strength and stability of our armed forces?" Amelia asked as Arthur sat back and listened to her speech.
"Amelia," Arthur began as he summoned a glass of water and rubbing his temple, "I have served the people of Britain faithfully for the majority of my adult life. From the trenches of the war to the desk in the Misuse Office, I dedicated my mind, body, and soul to be the best that I could. I won't lie to you, I am upset that you somehow found out whom I am, but so long as you can promise that no one will ever find out about my past, I will serve faithfully. Why was my son chosen for the House of Lords?" Arthur enquired.
Smiling Amelia answered, "Harry was rather insistent that at least one Weasley make the "first go around" as he called it. William was chosen specifically because he is your oldest child and because he is very respected among the goblin community. Although I made it seem like the goblins are barely cooperating with us, they are actually very cooperative with Harry. It seems that he inherited the GSL and all of their subsidies controlled by the Vanquest, Black, Potter, and several other families. It's a very convenient deal that Harry has developed, especially since he decided against destroying wizarding society as we know it; the goblins were initially pushing for him to kill everyone over the age of 25 and start society over."
"Thank God Harry isn't a vindictive person." Arthur laughed as he internally prayed that nothing horrible ever happened to the young man. "Amelia, I will do everything that I can to help this government become all that I can. If you will allow me Madam Secretary, I will take my leave," smiled Arthur as he stood and shook Amelia's hand.
"Of course Minister, of course. Be on your way then."
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Same Day, Remus J. Lupin Secondary School
Harry Potter was very pleased with the progress that he had made over the course of the last several months. Since late September of the last year he had assigned himself to the ROTC program at Remus and was amazed at the progress that he had made in the time since he started. Of course, all of the people that Harry had "invited" to join him were doing very well. Over the Christmas Holidays Harry planned on contacting several former classmates to invite them to receive special training from the soldiers in charge of the ROTC program at Remus, and surprisingly several people had accepted his offer.
The Weasley family had been somewhat cumbersome in locating. Apparently after the disaster in the former ministry many people took to hiding, fearing what was happening. It was just by pure luck that Arthur was able to shed some light on the situation.
Fast-forward in Time
October 3, 1996
Harry was sitting in one of the upper level studies in the completed house of Witley Court, contemplating what would be the best move to make in the war with Voldemort. He was considerably worried with the safety and security of his friend, which of course was understandable. He had made several attempts to contact Ron, Hermione, and several other people that he trusted, but so far he had received no responses from them. Harry knew from several sources that he had that all of his friends were ok, but just unreachable. Some, like Hermione were behind very powerful charms and wards that prevented him from locating exactly where she was and sending her messages. Others, like Neville and Ron were having their mail screened because their guardians were worried of possible attacks since Harry had "gone to ground." Harry had made a trip in late November to the Burrow to see if Ron and his family were doing ok, but he received a rather nasty shock. Apparently Molly had been in contact with Arthur and had decided to move the family to her Aunt's estate in Sussex. The move, it seems, was warranted as the wards around the home were rather weak and were causing the structure to fall in on itself.
As far as Harry could tell there had not been a Death Eater attack, but there was some evidence of a fire. This of course had surprised Arthur considerably as he had not been out of the complex in a week and was expecting Molly and the children to join him at Witley as soon as some rooms were converted to living space. When Harry escorted Arthur back to the empty Burrow, because Harry wanted Arthur to see for himself, Arthur was able to determine that the structure would be salvageable, but he was glad that the family was spending the winter with Muriel; even if he did detest the woman.
"Mr. Weasley, I can have a team from Vanquest Innovations out here in 30 minutes to fix the Burrow and cast some new wards, lay a few ward stones, hell; they could even build the basement that Mrs. Weasley has been asking for." Seeing that Mr. Weasley was about to decline his offer, Harry interjected, "I'll include the work as part of your first month's pay of course. Would that make it easier to accept?" Harry asked as Mr. Weasley contemplated the idea.
"You would really call in Vanquest Innovations to help with my home Harry?" Arthur asked in a shaking voice. "When Molly and I were married, we didn't receive much help from her family because they looked down on me and my branch of the family. I was able to lay the temporary wards on this house, and after Bill was born we had saved up enough to buy a structure enlargement package from their construction division." Mr. Weasley started to walk around the house and Harry followed. "Before the warders and workers could complete the house that they had designed, Molly discovered that she was pregnant with Charlie. We were a little over a year into the planning of the project and ground was scheduled to be broken in less than a week. Things changed though when Molly found out she was almost out of her first trimester. Back then fetal growth spells were not that accurate. We were both caught by surprise with the pregnancy, and had to alter the plans for our dream home accordingly. We had already maxed out our finances with Bill and the expenses from the Vanquest expenses. Molly and I discussed our position at length. We were heartbroken when we found out that we could not afford the design or modifications to our home that we wanted." Mr. Weasley began to choke up as he told the rest of his story.
"We tried; we tried so very hard to make our dream possible; it was no longer for us, but for our children. Harry, what you are offering to us, to me, would mean so much to my family. I have always wanted to complete the house, but with what the ministry paid me it was never going to be possible, especially when the other children came along," here Mr. Weasley began to break down and cry. "I wanted so much to leave something for the children Harry. I worked so hard and for so long to instill in the children that material possessions were not the most important feature of their lives, but I wanted so badly to be able to leave them some-thing, just one thing that they would be able to keep and remember the lessons that I taught them," he looked at Harry and grabbed him in a hug. "You're helping to make Molly and my dreams come true Harry. God bless you for beings such a caring individual. How can I ever repay you for everything that you do?"
Harry was a little shocked by the actions that Mr. Weasley had taken, and certainly touched by the words that he spoke could only make one response to the man that he saw as a loving uncle; Harry hugged him back, sharing in the love and friendship that existed between the two of them. "Mr. Weasley, you and your family have treated me very well. I know that you and your family are good people. Too often good people go through life unrewarded for being good. I want to change that. I want to make the world a better place where people like you and your family can live easier and more peaceably." Harry finished.
"Inteculia Patroni!" Harry shouted as he whipped his wand up and down at very sharp degrees. Out of his wand burst a bright crystal blue spectacle which took the form of a messenger pigeon. "Carry this message to John Barrington at Vanquest Innovations: Bring a warding team to the Weasley residence, The Burrow. I want the original plans that were drawn for the property to be updated and expanded based on the wishes of Mr. Weasley Sr. I want the team here in thirty minutes; bring Martin and the best construction mages and architects that we have. I want this project kept under strictest of secrecy and it must be completed quickly and soundly." Harry flicked his wand and the pigeon flew away in a manner reminiscent to the Enterprise D going to warp. "There Mr. Weasley. The construction team and warders will be here shortly. I want you to stay and work out the designs and specifications with the workers. But, promise me one thing."
"What Harry? What can I promise you?" Arthur asked as he stood to shake Harry's hand.
"I want you to promise me that you will let them design a house for you that will reflect your status. You are a very important person in Her Majesty's, and my, government. Please kneel Mr. Weasley." Harry again took out his wand, but instead of casting a spell or waving his wand he began to "jiggle" his wand until it began to elongate and take on the form of a rather long and surprisingly thick staff. Once it reached five feet in length Harry stopped his movement and brought the staff vertical to match his stance. It was a rather curious piece of transfiguration that Harry had discovered several years ago. Harry had modified the final product, one he had mastered it of course. Instead of the common wood that had originally been in place, Harry had instilled several jewels and gold metal-work to for a super-focusing "cap" on the stop of his staff. Spells now came out of the top of the "eye" that Harry had created for the cap of his staff. The "eye" was a very large 26 karat blue diamond that Harry had found in the vault that held the personal possessions of Agamemnon Vanquest.
The diamond had been named the "Star of Hades." Apparently Agamemnon had devoted considerable time and resources from Vanquest Innovations to develop the stone. If the man's journal was to be believed the stone had been designed as a cross of the philosopher's stone and the death stone from the legend of the deathly hallows. In a classified report that was sealed in the bowels of the research archives of Vanquest Innovations was a detailed account of how Agamemnon actually died. It seems that the stone magnified the magic of the caster several dozen times, and Agamemnon was unprepared for the backlash of magic. The fool had tried to cast a cutting charm on it to cut it in half. The stone returned the spell to him, amplified, and it sliced the bastard in half. Harry utilized the gem to access the well of power that was denied to him. The problem was, that the staff amplified the magic so much that Harry could only use it for certain high level situations like construction, warding, or major feats of magic; but for what Harry was about to do, it required his staff.
Removing, yet another, scroll from inside his robe Harry began to read. "Arthur Weasley, of Ottery St. Catchpole, as a means of honoring your sacrifices and services to the people of Britain, I hereby induct you into the Order of the Knights Protector. As the founding member of this Order, you shall have the privilege of being the first to serve your queen in the capacitor of an Ambassador at Large to the Commonwealth Nations, representing the magical people of the United Kingdom in the various magical governments. Unlike your ministerial position, however, your role as Ambassador is one for life." Harry tapped each of Arthur's shoulder blades then spoke, "Arise Sir Arthur Weasley, and accept these tokens from a grateful sovereign." Harry tapped the bottom of his staff to the ground three times in rapid succession and two large trunks appeared before Arthur."
"In these trunks you will find the official Royal Garb for a Knight Protector, as sanctioned by the Queen. It is similar to that worn by the Knights of Garter, and you will be called on to appear at all ceremonies where the Knights of Garter are required. The only real difference in your knighthood and a Knight Garter is that you wear your "costume" whenever you are serving in the capacity of an Ambassador, and at all Ministry functions. Do you have any questions Sir Arthur?" Harry asked, smiling as he helped the man up.
"Your Grace, I am too honored! Words fail me. Never, never in my life did I ever dream of being rewarded in such a way. I have never been so honored before. How can I ever thank you Harry?" Arthur again swelled with pride and was overcome with emotion.
"There's just one special condition to this Arthur. It is a secret order that you have been induced into. Only when the queen officially inducts you into the Order, can you freely flaunt your status. I'm sorry Arthur, but I have to get back to Witley, no rest for the weary you know. By the way, is there any way that you could pass a message along to Ron, wherever he and the rest of your family are, the wards are very good. I haven't been able to get a letter to him yet."
"Of course Harry, what shall I tell him?" Arthur shook Harry's hand as he was about to depart.
"Tell him that him, Ginny, and the twins are all invited to join me at Remus starting in January for some intense physical and mental training. If you would give him this also." Again Harry pulled from one of his many pockets a fairly thick envelope, but he also produced a small box that he gave to Arthur. "Tell him that the package has shrinking charms on it. Inside are belated birthday gifts for all your family, and portkeys to Remus that are timed to go off the date of the departure. The letter will explain it all; I hope that you see your family back soon Mr. Weasley. I'll see you back at Witley later. Come by the main house and stay over. We can discus some of your duties then.
"I'll be sure to do that Harry, I mean Your Grace." Arthur caught himself.
"Don't worry Arthur, we're friends. I hate that my ancestors cause me to be uncomfortable in public," Harry said as he laughed. "I have discussed this very situation with the Queen and she has stressed may times that private and public life are vastly different areas. In private, treat me as you always have. Anyway, I have to go. Some of the workers' bands still aren't working properly. Don't you love paperwork?"
"Yes, the joys of contributing to clear cutting," Arthur joked. "I think I see the teams coming now. Good day Harry." Arthur shook his had for a final time before Harry disappeared.
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December 26, 1996
Colonel Smith had been promoted to Chief of Security for the Witley Assembly, and Captain Harvey had been reassigned as captain of Harry's personal guard. Harry had decided that Colonel Smith would be happier serving in a more stationary position. Of course, the argument that had taken place between the two of them had nothing to with Harry's decision. It was Captain Harvey that helped Harry plan out whom to invite to the training program that was started before the school year was scheduled to begin.
Harry had to prepare for everyone's arrival. He had scheduled those that had accepted his offer to arrive early in the morning.
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December 27, 1996
The grounds of Remus J. Lupin Secondary School
Seven young people were assembled in the early hours of the morning in front of the administrative hall of Remus. It was impossible to tell whom they were, as they were wearing obscuring charms and other enchantments on their heavy traveling cloaks. It was half past seven and the group had just arrived by their individual portkeys. The group was preoccupied with looking around in wonder at the black marble building, thankfully, and no arguments broke out over whom was present. A very pale, almost translucent man exited the large, silver double doors that led to the checkered marble entryway. He motioned for them to follow him, and he led them into the building at a slow, almost trudging pace. Many of the assembled students were awed by the large columns of green marble that supported the domed roof. Around the hall were many small pillars of red marble that supported plants, sculptures, or decorative vases.
The dome, however, was the most impressive feature in the hall. The students looked up in utter amazement at the gold leafing that covered every inch of crown molding in the hall, and the dome was no exception. The top of the dome, the very top quarter, was made completely of glass and allowed the hall to glisten in the early hours of the morning. Under the glass was a virtual galleria of paintings. Prominent modern witches and wizards were painted in various poses, and every now and again some would wave down to the students whom were staring up in awe. The "man" led them through the center of the hall, down the central black marble corridor, and to two of the largest and most decorative golden doors that the group had ever seen.
The guide took some kind of rod from his coat and hit the door with its butt in quick succession three times. A deep echoing bang sounded throughout the deserted corridor, echoing from the recesses in the walls and various doors that lined the hall. The doors slowly, and silently, crept open to reveal a lavish and inviting office. Behind the imposing desk sat none other than Remus Lupin himself.
"Welcome! Welcome one and all. Lars, that will be all," Remus spoke to the figure. No response was made but the guide left the office and closed the extremely heavy door. "Would you all have a seat?" Remus indicated several chairs that had suddenly appeared behind each of the visitors. Now seated the groups wondered why they had to sit so far away, when the chairs suddenly levitated and placed each of the visitors within a foot of the large desk. "Now, everyone comfortable? Would you all care for some tea?" Seeing a negative response from each of the assembled people, Remus began the meeting.
"As each of you are aware, you are here as the inaugural class of the Remus J. Lupin Reserve Officer Training Corps. The first three days of this week will be reserved for an orientation, where each of you will be showed around the campus and your quarters in the barracks at Hogwarts University. Your training will begin promptly on Thursday morning at 5:30 am. Until then I suggest that you start adjusting your routines to fit our new schedule. Here you are," Lupin handed each of them a schedule, map of the school, and a course-book which described exactly what they would be doing. "Lars will escort you to the solarium. We have a light breakfast ready for you and your instructors will be meeting you there. Are there any questions?"
"I have one," Draco Malfoy said as he removed his hood and heavy cloak. "Where is Potter and when will our luggages arrive, sir?"
"Malfoy! What the hell are you doing here," exclaimed the incredulous voice of Seamus Finnegan.
"You know I might ask the same of you Seamus," Draco said with a smirk, "but to answer your question I was invited by Harry the same as all of you were."
"I don't mean any slight to you, may I call you Draco," another figure dropped their hood revealing Luna Lovegood. Seeing Draco nod she continued. "When did you and Harry put aside your differences? After all, the last year that we were in Hogwarts together you two weren't the best of friends. For that matter, who the hell are the rest of you?" Gone was the dreamy and "bubbly" Luna Lovegood. Over the course of the last year Luna had developed into a completely different person. When Hogwarts had closed, she was left alone with her father for the entire summer. She wasn't delusional enough to think that her father was normal, but then again neither was she. She had decided against going to America with many of her year-mates and friends. Instead she had decided to go to her father's alma-mater: Durmstrang.
Her father might have been a little loopy, but Luna Lovegood came from a long line of spell crafters and enchanters. There was no better school for her family craft than Durmstrang. One of her ancestors had been in the founding class of the academy, and the library had an entire section dedicated to the spells and research that her family had contributed to the magical world. It was in that very library that Luna re-discovered herself. At one point Luna had dreamed of becoming a powerful and deadly assassin like her grandmother, but her mother had made sure that "bad influences" like her father's side of the family did not corrupt her darling innocent daughter. When Luna was five, her mother had cast a spell on her father that altered his personality. When her mother died, when Luna was seven, the spell had a terrible effect on Luna's father. With Mrs. Lovegood no longer around to reinforce the spell periodically, Mr. Lovegood slowly began to loose his grip on reality, and was fired from his job as a researcher in the former ministry. His mind continuously deteriorated and that is why Luna believed and acted so crazy. It was all that she knew, as she had been raised in that environment for nine solid years with no "normal" interactions.
As if transfixed by this strange incarnation of Luna, the other four members began to lower their hoods. Slowly, one by one, the people were identified. George Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Tracey Davis, and Susan Bones revealed themselves to the group.
"Well," Draco began, "isn't this a motley little crew that we have assembled here?"
"I would have to agree with Mr. Malfoy's assessment of this group. I can only wonder how Harry came to call you all together for this. Oh well! Off you go. I have to make sure that this school is operational before the end of the summer and have over 10 departments to staff. What Harry was thinking when he made me the Headmaster of this school I'll never know. Lars, take this group to the solarium and make sure that they are comfortable. If you all will follow him, I have to let Harry know that you all have arrived." Remus pushed a button on his desk and the doors opened so that the students could join Lars on their trek to the solarium.
One thing that Remus loved about his namesake building was the design. The dome was in the center of the building and had five annexes radiating out like the spokes on a wagon wheel. The black marble shone like a well polished gem in the morning sun light. At the end of the corridor, to the left of the corridor that the group had originally taken, was the door to the solarium. It was a massive four stories tall, was the same length as the other annexes of the building, and was designed to resemble the influences of the Victorian period. Once inside the, in itself, large building the group marveled at the exotic plants, the flowing river, the massive rock waterfall, and the nice breeze that seemed to blow, as it was a little humid in the building.
Taking off their heavy cloaks and seating themselves at the bistro tables in the center of the room, the group started to mingle as the house-elves began to serve them various fruits, yogurt, and cereals along with their choice of beverage.
"So. I've felt less tension at a Jewish retirement home as a Nazi clown did the goosestep and preached salvation according to Hitler." Seamus said in his thick Irish accent. "What have all of you been up to since school was canceled."
"I don't know about the rest of you, but I hired tutors to continue my education," Draco began. "I have learned more in specialized lessons over the last year that the entire five that I spent at Hogwarts; and even though we all weren't the closest of friends it is good to see all of you again."
After finishing a bite of his honeydew melon, George decided to share his story. "Fred and I decided to take up the offer and go to the school in America." George started to smile as remembered the time he spent in America. "We devoted ourselves to studying at the Institute like we never had here at Hogwarts. We learned many wonderful and exciting things, it was so different there, so….open. I have been told that the new schools here in Britain will be based on many of the same principles that we observed at the Institute. I even heard that many of the grad-assistants that just got their Sorcerer Degrees will be teaching here, and I know that the department heads are seasoned Archmages... Fred decided that he would stay and finish out his education state-side. We were going to open a joke shop, but after we saw the differences in the quality of life that the people of the CUSAM and people of Britain have, we learned the value of a quality education. I came back, at first, to convince the family to move to the CUSAM. Mother would hear nothing of it, especially since the new house was built. Then the letter came and I decided that I would do all that I could to ready myself for the coming conflict. The army seemed like they could help me make the choices that I needed to make." George finished and started on his coffee which was rapidly cooling.
"I had just finished at the top of my year, majoring in ancient curses and dark enchantments, when I received my invitation to join Harry. If only he knew how hard it is to drop courses at Durmstrang, but his letter did say that he would make this worth my while." Luna added her story to the mix.
"My Gran and I decided that I would go and stay with family in Canada and attend the Royal Canadian Academy of Magic. It sucked ass. Those people are worse than these idiots here in Britain. I mean, they adults weren't arguing over blood purity, instead they were divided by French or English. I got my ass out of there the first chance that presented itself. It just happened to be Harry's invite to join the reserves." Neville finished as a relieved look came over his face.
"My family has always been loyal to the crown, and we can trace our ancestry back to the conquest of Ireland. When Hogwarts closed I was forced to register with the Irish government and attend their school. Bloody fools met in a cave year round. I couldn't stand being away from loyalist soil. My family was so proud when I accepted the invitation to join the reserves. My Grandad and Great-Grandad were both in service to The Crown. My father was going to fight in the Congo, but before he could go protesters broke into his recruiting station and busted his knee. He instructs at St. Patrick's Military Academy now." Seamus shared.
"What about you Bones? Why did you decide to come here?" Draco asked the developing debutant.
"My aunt is the only family that I have left. With that crazy dick running around, I want to be able to protect myself and my aunt. Harry's letter gave me hope that I could learn what I had dreamed of. I don't know how or why, but I am thankful that he included me in his group." The normally quiet girl struck a cord with the assembled group. They all felt that way in a level.
"I guess that I' the only one left that has retained any secrets; I'm surprised at the lot of you! Harry gave us this chance to hone our skills, not share our biographies. The rest of you can get all chummy and distracted, but I'm here to become a refined commanding officer in order to prepare for a military career. My reasons are my own, and my past is my own. There is nothing in my past that could possibly benefit you, except to exploit my weaknesses. I'll thank you to try not to include me in your little group. We're not here to socialize, but to train." Tracey Davis said in a tone that would freeze alcohol.
"Every the charming bell, aren't you Tracey?" a voice asked approaching the group from the opposite side of the waterfall.
All of the assembled people turned to see the approaching figure and were surprised to see that it was none other than Harry Potter himself. Something was different about this Potter though. He carried himself differently than he had the last time that any of them had seen him. Some women would say that the year had been very good for Harry. Despite the cold that permeated the Scottish Highlands, Harry was dressed in only a knitted sweater and khaki pants.
"I assume that you all had a pleasant trip up here," Harry began. "As Miss. Davis was so kind to point out with your enrollment in this program, your lives now belong to the Mage Corps. For the next eight months we will be studying together, working together, and hating our instructors together. The next eight months are going to be the toughest of our lives, and you will all hate me after the first week, but I have made sure that we will be taught everything that we need to know in order to survive the coming conflicts with the Dark Tosser Her Highness the Duchess of Hyphenations." Several of the group chuckled at how Harry chose to describe the Dark Idiot. "Now, as many of you know, Debbie is rather pissy at the moment. Several setbacks in her plans have caused her to go into seclusion. There was an attempt early in September to breach the wards of Hogwarts, but whomever it was never made it past the second layer of wards before they were transported to wherever the wards were set to. I don't know if it was Voldemort or some one else, at this point I don't care. With the organization of the new government, I've been a little preoccupied. Now, meet our instructors."
Unnoticed to the group four people dressed in the standard full dress of British military officers. "From the left to right we have, Major Sheila Summerton. She will be teaching you detail military strategy and history, as well as modern technology. Captain Sam Nelson will be your physical fitness and arms trainer. Major Stephen Horton will instruct you on military drill, ceremony, and procedures. Finally, this is Major-General (ret.) William Stratton. Maj-Gen. Stratton will oversee our developing ROTC program and will fill in any gaps as he sees fit." As Harry introduced the mostly middle age panel, each one saluted the incoming cadets.
"If I may Lord Potter," Susan began. Seeing Harry nod she continued, "What role will you play. I thank you for sponsoring us in this endeavor, but what will you be teaching us?"
"Oh, nothing at all! I plan on suffering through this will all of you. After all, what kind of unit commander would I be if I didn't?"
"What Cadet Officer Potter has said is true," began Maj-Gen Stratton. "We are all aware of the strategic importance of this program. When we are through with your training, you will be ready to command a field unit to victory in any situation. Take what we have to teach you to heart, as it might very well save your life one day."
The group had coffee and introduced themselves, but the officers had to leave to leave in order to prepare for a similar meeting that would be happening for "regular" cadets in the barracks on the Hogwarts grounds.
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April 1997
It had now been four of the most grueling months that any of the group of eight people, Harry included, had ever experienced. The "deep-water immersion" technique that had been used had finally sunk in for each of the cadets. The eight now thought, acted, and operated as a group. Harry had received no special attention because of his status, and as such had to earn the respect and trust o each of the members of his unit. After an initial two months, the commanders had decided on combining an incoming unit of 12 people with Harry's unit. This decision helped Harry refine his leadership and command skills.
Harry and the rest of the cadets were assembled in their bunk, awaiting inspection, when their CO came in and told them that in light of recent behavior leave was to be extended by 24 hours starting immediately, but everyone had to be back by Monday morning for PT. Harry and several others were all thinking along the same line of thought. When after the CO left, they cheered.
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Back in time:
January 14, 1997
Voldemort had been biding his time, moving around southern England for some time, simply planning and plotting. He was waiting for his enemy to show himself so that Voldemort could better study his opponent. Contrary to popular belief, Voldemort was not some all-knowing, all-powerful Archmage. In fact, his power barely gave him the status of a Grand Sorcerer, one step below a mage.
The events of the last year had intrigued Voldemort. Many of his most outspoken, and influential, followers had disappeared without a trace. His power levels were fluctuating wildly and had almost permanently incapacitated him on one occasion, due to the rushed ritual which gave him a body. These events are frightening. Lucius, Narcissa, Crabbe, Avery, Nott, Goyle, Walden, even Rudolphus and Rabastan are no longer with me. I should count myself fortunate that Bellatrix and Pettigrew aren't stupid enough to get themselves killed. The tides are turning too rapidly. My support base has left England. This new government, wherever it is operating from, has destroyed my hopes for England.
Taking out his wand out, gingerly, Voldemort made a series of swishes until a ball of light shot from his chambers and summoned Bellatrix to his presence.
"You called milord?" Bellatrix asked as she knelt in front of Voldemort's bedside chair.
"Bellatrix I have need of council, and your judgment is valuable in my opinion." Bellatrix swelled with pride at the praise from her master. "Information has come to light that we are outnumbered by over 1,000 to one in our quest, and our support base has dried up in England. What is your opinion o the situation?"
Bellatrix took her time in finding an adequate response for her master. After taking all that her Lord had said as fact, she began her answer. "My Lord's cause in known throughout the developed world, but with recent events in Britain, several of my contacts would have me believe that willing followers will be hard to find. With the odds as described milord, I would have to say that we need more information." Bellatrix left her crouching position and began to walk back and forth. "The tide is turning against us at the moment, and our raiding parties are not only costing us manpower but also public support." Seeing Voldemort nod for her to continue, she did. "With the transition of the government to this new system people are experiencing a "high" in patriotism and national pride. As we are duty bound to destroy this new system because of what it represents, were are hated more by the public now then ever before. Recruitment will not be substantial until this government causes the people to become dissatisfied. We need to cause political confusion, but that would take time and resources that we do not have."
"What do you suggest then Bellatrix?" Voldemort asked in a deceptively calm voice.
"Milord, we are strapped for gold and personnel. I suggest that we move operations, temporarily, to America and enter back into the drug business. My sources have provided me with a new drug that is simple to recreate with magic and has a high profit margin. It is called Crystal Meth, or Ice. If we can build our support base in America, and ensure their loyalty through addiction, then we will be able to return to Britain after a short time and have the finances and manpower to take over this pathetic excuse for a government." Bellatrix finished her advise and prostrated herself in front of Voldemort.
Rising from his position in his rather comfortable chair, Voldemort stepped over the prone form of Bellatrix and poured himself a glass fine Château de Boon's Farm, he was running out of money after all and tentatively sipped as the unsophisticated liquid burned his fragile throat. Quickly stifling a cough, as he would not show weakness in front of a subordinate, Voldemort made his way back to his chair and indicated that Bellatrix should help herself to a drink. After a few moments of contemplation Voldemort broke the silence. "Take what resources we have left and secure farmland in Columbia, and processing plants in Bolivia. Use the initial profits from the Coca farms to fund our Meth project. Make certain that a few people are left here to monitor the situation. After we have steady profits coming in we can begin to fund out European operations again."
"It will be done milord. Within a week's time I will have secured your new base in South America. May I be dismissed to do your bidding?" Bellatrix bowed and waited for confirmation before leaving her position.
It was a drawn out pause before Voldemort gave her leave. This construct will not last longer than a few years. I must make sure that my long term interests are protected before I venture to the New World. Voldemort shakily left his position and his room altogether. How I miss the old days when things were simpler, and rituals didn't fail because of spoiled potion ingredients.
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Author's Notes.
I think this was a good place to cut it off for now. Now listen up boys and girls! I will not be regularly cranking out chapters this long or detailed. My brain will explode if I try, but I must admit I am particularly proud of it.
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EV.
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