Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This is merely written for fun. This disclaimer applies to the whole story. Attempt at NaNoWriMo 2014, though I don't seriously expect to get to 50K.


Chapter 1: Realization and Declaration

"I'm sorry, Miss Granger, but we cannot progress as a society by giving into impulses of revenge," Minister Shacklebolt informed Hermione. "We must heal as one. Both sides suffered greatly."

"This was not symmetrical warfare, Minister. One side caused it, one side was the clear antagonist. One side put people into *camps*, Minister. These are not the actions of civilized people," Hermione replied heatedly. "All we want is a justice for our fallen brethren. You're basically proposing to let everyone get off scot-free for all number of crimes."

"The Ministry of Magic must be fair to all, Miss Granger. By allowing them to move forward and contribute, I grant you and your companions the same privilege. The law must apply."

"Motivation and honor matter, Minister. So do bigotry and hatred."

"No matter how much I personally disagree with a position, I cannot simply dismiss it out of hand."

A sudden calm came over Hermione as she came to the realization. The causes that led to the Voldemort Wars remained in place after the Grindelwald War. She'd read a lot of Magical History, from a variety of sources. The pureblood families had always held the power, and used their power to hold onto it themselves. The Ministry served the purebloods, not the government. It always had, and the words of her – a Muggleborn – would not sway matters. She knew that Harry had made similar pushes and had also been ignored. He wasn't a pureblood either, however, was he? Wealthy, to be sure, but hardly that of the elite families. These families were getting away with murder, again. Society would not improve. If she picked up on The Minister's tone throughout the conversation correctly, appeasement would be the name of the game. Muggleborn rights would be greater than during the height of the war, but probably even less than when she entered Hogwarts. No, the current system held nothing, nothing at all.

"I understand, Minister. I wish you all the best," Hermione turned on her heel, lying now. She knew what she had to do.


"Hermione," Harry greeted her warmly as she entered the doors of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Harry noticed her grim and resolute face. He smirked, leading the way into the parlor. "Given the brush-off by The Minister, I take it? Same thing happened to me, I'm not surprised. It looks like you have a plan, though."

"Not a plan. Not yet," Hermione replied coolly, following him. "But a realization. Nothing in the so-called 'Ministry of Magic' is, or has ever been, intended to do anything but work for the elite purebloods. In a way, defeating Voldemort… no offense Harry," she sat down in the chair. "I know all the hard work we did, but… defeating Voldemort has appeared to be an exercise in futility. Sure, there aren't any Muggleborns in camps, and there isn't open killing, but the system isn't going to be any different than it has been. We're still an oppressed people. The Ministry oppresses everyone but their own privileged few. You know how I feel about house-elves. The same applies to most sentient magical creatures – goblin, centaur, mermaid - all oppressed in some form by the Ministry. Muggleborns might as well be another creature in their eyes."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "I'm forced to agree. The question is… can we do anything about it?"

"Only the most drastic of measures. Call in everyone you trust absolutely, and every Muggleborn in the DA."

"What are you planning, Hermione?"

"Revolution."

Harry let out a deep breath, contemplating. "You – we – will be reviled, you know. The next Dark Lord, they will call me. They've done it enough. It will be an uphill battle. And if we lose…"

"If we lose, they will likely react by going 'see? Here's why Muggleborns don't deserve any rights at all!' and exterminating us… or completely enslaving us. Including, quite possibly, halfbloods too, Harry. If we lose, this is treason. I know what I'm getting into, but I can't see an alternative. If you know of a less drastic measure, I'm all ears."

Harry shook his head slightly. "Unfortunately, no. I'd thought about just leaving, frankly. Going to America, or Australia – far away from these bigoted shores. But it would be a disservice to what we fought for to abandon it now. I will call our friends… and a few… others."

"Others?"

Harry smiled. "I've had a few… conversations… recently, with some classmates we may not have previously trusted. They're just as disgusted as we are, despite their… privileged background."

"…please tell me you're not referring to Malfoy."

Harry blinked. "No, of course not. How he's getting away with all his horrible misdeeds, including several Unforgivables, is incomprehensible to me. There are a couple of Slytherins I have talked to recently, however. Let us not paint the entire house with Malfoy and Parkinson's brush, the way McGonagall did back in June."

Hermione pursed her lips, frowning. "Support from all four houses… yes, it's worth the risk, because it gives us at least a little credibility. Don't take a big chance, though, please. Just those you are absolutely certain of. And no one more than a few years older."

Harry nodded. "I know who to call. When should we do this?"

"Two weeks. July 31."

Harry groaned. "That'll provide cover at least."

"I know," Hermione smirked.


"First, I would like to thank all of you for showing up. As you may have determined, this is rather more than a simple birthday party for Harry. I thank each and every one of you for the trust you placed in us," Hermione proclaimed. "Has anyone seen any signs of real justice, or even any real granting of equal rights to all magicals?" Dead silence, and a general shaking of heads was the response to her question. "I thought not. Recently I came to the conclusion that the Ministry exists solely to serve the pureblood elite. It will never do what we truly believe is right, in here. There are some things we can attempt, but history shows we will get nowhere. I believe we must not let our efforts to defeat Voldemort end in the same old governmental failures once again. We must continue our momentum, and take over the government to ensure these rights for ourselves, by any means necessary."

"We'll be outcasts," Neville warned.

Hermione inclined her head slightly. "Only if we lose. Every single one of us here, in some way or another, contributed to our 'victory' over Voldemort. If we don't do this, it will be ultimately in vain. I intend to lead this fight."

"Why not…" Ron gestured to Harry.

Harry shook his head. "I am the 'hero' of the Wizarding World," he reminded them. "Any movement I lead is going to become co-opted and mainstreamed. No, it must be Hermione, longtime champion of the oppressed, who is our leader, and future Queen of Magical Britain. And yes, I say Queen, not Minister, because we must not allow ourselves to be associated with the Ministry in any way. We are a new era, the next generation. We will enforce freedom and equality at wandpoint if we must. It is an ironic sort of freedom, to be sure. But we are not the ones that have abused the people for five hundred years or more. We can do this!"

"If you do not wish to join us tonight, you can leave. The wards of this house, the former House of Black, will then make you forget this meeting existed. You will not be automatically trusted, but you will not put your own reputations at risk. I will understand either way, and you should understand that Harry and I will do this ourselves if it should come to that. We will be less likely to succeed, but I will take that chance. I see no alternative," Hermione continued.

No one moved at first. Everyone contemplated silently.

Luna was the first to break the silence. "I'm not going to miss the fun. Everything you've said is correct. You know our paper discusses lots of strange creatures, they exist to hide our paper's real mission, to provide an opposition voice to the Ministry – a highly illegal one, by their rules. I know the Muggle world has freedom of the press. I trust you. I'm in. Long live Queen Hermione," she announced, putting her wand in the air.

"Long live Queen Hermione," Ron copied Luna's movement.

Every single person in the room followed suit. "Long live Queen Hermione, Long live Queen Hermione," murmured throughout the room.

Hermione smiled. "I appreciate your loyalty. Alright, I've spent the last two weeks constructing specific objectives. But first, we need to form positions, squads, and train. Going into our own war untrained is just asking to be dead. Of course, the first move must be to gather more support. Twenty, including Myself, is a start, but not enough by itself."

"Nineteen," Ron interrupted. "I'm sorry, but if you think we're allowing Your Majesty anywhere near a battle that hasn't been won, you're crazy."

"I agree. We need your brain, Hermione… Your Majesty," Harry concurred.

Hermione winced. "Okay, the point is taken. We are committed, we begin now."


Hermione collapsed onto her bed after a long night of discussion and planning. The first meeting had gone way better than she had anticipated; everyone had supported her, when she had expected about half. She laid the organizational chart down on the bedside, counting a surprising initial member count of 28.

Hermione Granger, Future Queen of Magical Britain

Executive Council: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom

Public Relations/Recruitment: Luna Lovegood, Lee Jordan, Terry Boot

Technology Development: George Weasley, Lisa Turpin, Alicia Spinnet, (also Hermione)

Ministry Operatives: Tracey Davis, Megan Jones, Cho Chang, Jonathon Harper, Adam Garland

Battle Squad 1: Justin Finch-Fletchley, Seamus Finnegan, Crystal Hammond

Battle Squad 2: Wayne Hopkins, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell

Battle Squad 3: Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Dean Thomas

Battle Squad 4: Brian Stebbins, Lavender Brown, Susan Bones

(Try to grow Battle Squads to five members as we get more associates)