A reporter walked up. (He presumed it was a reporter, seeing as she was clutching a quill and parchment.)

"Will you, Percival Weasley, state for the nation when this new…law will take effect?", she asked, peering up at him through large blue eyes.

"Immediately, of course", he replied. "There are too few witches and wizards."

"But it takes away people's liberty!", she countered.

Percy admitted to himself she had a point, but he could not show that.

"Yes, that is true. But sometimes it is necessary to do that. Would you rather marriage or being in a muggle zoo? Or worse, a muggle museum, stuffed and in a glass case, and example of an extinct species? Do you? The time to act to now, before it is too late!", he answered, glowering at the reporter.

The crowd cheered. They liked his reply quite a bit.

Some random person called out of the crowd, "What newspaper hired you?"

"The Quibbler", she replied, smiling. "I'm Luna Lovegood."

Percy inwardly sighed. That girl-she was one of Ginny's friends and incredibly annoying. Why did her father let her out? Honestly, Lovegoods.

The crowd had the same sentiments, and started booing and jeering. She ran to the floo entrances, not wishing to defend herself, and was quickly gone.

"Now that that…rogue reporter is gone, we may continue. Although the first part of the plan will be started immediately, all of it will not be carried out until we see if the first part works."

Which it would. Head Hitwizard Ralph Rooney had been persuaded to their side-persuasion really should not have been needed, but it was anyways. Hitwizards were considered to usually be no different from the people they were fighting, except legal-er.

Percy himself was kind of scared of Rooney. They had been instructed to hunt down those who refused to, ah, participate in the programme.

After getting a sip of water, he continued. "The first part will only use the 17-31 sector of society. They are the youngest, fittest, part of our World, and most single as well. After that, the 32-40 group, and then 41-60, although we shouldn't have to use that part. Each marriage is required to have at least two children, the minimum needed to replace the population. More will be rewarded with a new class of medal. Any questions, folks?" He gave a charming smile.

Dolores had wanted five required children, but he had said it would 'create strain on the economy until the children grew up.' The real reason was that after his own childhood he disliked large families.

There were no questions. The crowd was composed mostly of purebloods and a few halfbloods, who all had been sent letters telling them. No one else yet knew.

"One last thing!", shouted Percy. Everyone turned to look. "Don't tell anyone about this, please. We want it to be a shock to England.", then he stepped down from the podium.

Right after that, people began to leave, hurrying through Floos and Apparating halfway across the country. Reporters stormed up to Percy.

On another day, he would have gladly talked to them, but he wanted to talk to Dolores, and besides, the Lovegood girl showing up made him uneasy. The only newspaper people that were supposed to be allowed in were Daily Prophet reporters of course, and ones from Y Proffwyd Daily and An Prophet Laethúla, the Welsh and Irish editions of The Daily Prophet, respectively, yet somehow a Quibbler-Quibbler! Reporter had gotten in, and who knew what other ruffians were hiding within the reporters? He quickly ran towards the lifts before they could catch up to him. It was perhaps a bit cowardly, he knew, but he didn't really care at the moment.

Finally, he was at the correct floor. Running out of the lift, he dashed to Dolores' office. She was probably sulking about not being allowed to go with 'her precious Cornie' to Vietnam, as the Minister had (rightly decided, in Percy's mind)not to bring her along as she would 'misrepresent the nation'.

Hearing his footsteps, she called out, "Well, Percy? Come to torment me in my misery?"

"No", he replied. "I've come to tell you the-ah-release of the knowledge of the program to the public is over, and…they like it." Perhaps 'like' was too strong a word, and perhaps the group of people that had been standing in the Atrium five minutes previous were not a good representation of 'the public', but Dolores wouldn't know that.

She smiled, which gave Percy chills. "Excelllleennnttt", she hissed-well she was trying to hiss, but it came out as more of a croak. "Soon, all the mud bloods will be married to one another, no longer allowed to pollute our pure blood, and they will be made to rejuvenate our country. Have the lists about who is going to be assigned to whom been drawn up yet?"

"Yes", he said, sighing dourly. "But I've just got a bad feeling now, though…what if Potter's right? We'll be seen as being on…on…You-Know-Who's side. That'd be bad."

Dolores laughed. "Oh, Percy, sweets, Potter won't be. Dead is dead. Would you like some tea?"