IMPORTANT A/N: Due to the fact that my two stories have become so intertwined, this chapter will be posted on both "He Did it His Way" and "The Mudblood Revolution." This is the part of the wrap up for both stories, so not only will the people who are reading one story, but not the other be brought up to speed, but it will be an extremely long chapter. For those folks who have stayed with me, reviewed, and made suggestions, as well as those who have placed these stories in their favorites and put alerts on them, I hope that I have given you a couple of good reads. As far as "His Way", I ended up changing the ending drastically, hopefully for the better. It would have to be, the previous ending, after much revision, not only would not have worked for both stories, but in retrospect, was really lame. So now, onto the story!
He Did it His Way
Chapter 27
The Mudblood Revolution
Chapter 4
Merlin's Oath, Part I
Ministry of Magic
Office of the Minister
Amos Diggory gave a predatory smile as he affixed his seal of office to the documents before him. He then gathered them up and handed them to his assistant, one Percy Weasley.
"Weasley, I expect these to be copied and sent out to every person in Magical Britain by tomorrow morning, is that clear?"
Percy gave a sigh of defeat. He had attempted to talk the Minister out of this rash action, but had been curtly dismissed. "Yes sir, but I hope that you are prepared for the firestorm this will unleash."
"Never mind that, now Amelia," Diggory said to the other person in the office, "I want you to take a squad of Aurors and go to Hogwarts to arrest as many of the traitors on this list as possible. Once the leaders are in custody, this so-called revolution will fall apart."
"Amos, this action is not only insane, it is illegal. If you expect me to carry out this bit of foolishness, you are mistaken. You have become as out of control as Fudge ever was and I expect that you will come to the same end."
"That's too bad; since you will not follow orders, then I will get someone else to. As of this moment, you are sacked and your pension is withdrawn. You have one hour to leave the building, after that, I will add your name to the arrest warrant."
"Very well, but I will be watching when you are run out of office just like Fudge." Amelia stormed from the office to collect her belongings. Percy left at the same time, then took her aside once they were out of listening range.
"Madam Bones, I believe that I can delay this a bit, but you and I need to get to Hogwarts before Amos can get together his squad to make these arrests. If you grab your personal items out of your office, we can leave from there."
"What do you expect that going to Hogwarts will accomplish?"
"Well for one, the people in the warrant should have a heads up, I believe that Minerva would probably shut down the Floo access, making Amos take extra time bringing his people in from Hogsmeade. The other thing is that I don't believe that Harry Potter will allow this to stand, there are measures he can take to protect the people there. I will need to run and get my dad so he can come with us."
"Then by all means, do so. It looks like we have just joined the revolution, whether or not we wanted. Godspeed, I will meet you in my office in fifteen minutes."
Percy ran off as if his life depended on it, it actually did. Within the next hour or so, he would be losing his job and proclaimed a traitor to the magical world, at least if this didn't work out. Arriving at his father's office, he barged through the door.
"Percy, this is a surprise," Arthur began.
"Dad, no time for pleasantries, this is an emergency, we need to get to Hogwarts."
Arthur paled. "Has something happened to Ginny or Ron?"
"No, I'll explain when we get there. Let's go!" Arthur decided to trust Percy on this, jumped up from his desk, and followed his son to the DMLE office, meeting Amelia with two minutes to spare from the fifteen allotted. Amelia took some Floo powder, threw it in the fireplace, and called out, "Hogwarts Head Office!" and disappeared in the flames. Percy and Arthur followed suit.
When they had stepped out into McGonagall's office, Percy took the Headmistress aside and gave her a quick rundown on the situation. Shocked, Minerva blocked the Floo access for all but voice communications, then using the Sonorus charm, called for all students to gather in the Great Hall. She then sent an unfamiliar charm toward the fireplace.
"What was that, Minerva?" asked Arthur.
"Just an idea I got from one of our muggleborn students." At Arthur's quizzical look, she continued. "You know about that muggle invention they use to speak with one another over long distances?"
"You mean the felleytone?"
"Yes, that's it. They have another device they hook to it called an 'answer machine', or something like that. Anyway, when the muggle is not at home, this machine tells whoever is calling that the person is not home, and allows the caller to leave a message. I had Professor Vector help me write the charm, unfortunately it does not allow any message other than my original. Come along Arthur, we need to get to the Great Hall"
As they were leaving the office, the fireplace flared and the Minister's head became visible. "Minerva, take the block off, I need to come through!"
"You have reached the fireplace of Headmistress Minerva McGonagall at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm not at my desk right now or otherwise unavailable. If this is important, please send an owl post or try back later. I am sorry to have missed you, goodbye." With that, the fireplace broke the connection. Arthur laughed, having seen the look on Amos' face.
"I have got to get that charm from you."
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Great Hall
About an hour after Percy, Arthur, and Amelia came into Hogwarts, the doors to the Great Hall banged open and Amos Diggory, accompanied by a squad of Aurors came marching in. They found their way blocked by Harry, Arthur, and Minerva. Behind them, wands drawn, stood the rest of the members of the Noble's Dorm and Ron Weasley.
"What may I help you with today, Minister?" asked Minerva.
"You can get out of my way and point out the students listed on this arrest warrant so that we can take them in for questioning."
"I don't believe so, Amos. You have no authority within the walls of Hogwarts. Lord Gryffindor, Lord Hufflepuff, and myself hold absolute authority. Since we are three of the four Founder's Heirs, the Board of Governors has been dissolved and Hogwarts is exempt from your little power plays."
"You will either turn them over or be arrested yourselves!" Amos was irate; how dare these people defy him, the Minister! What he didn't notice was that every student in the Great Hall, over three hundred of them, from firsties through seventh year, also had their wands out. He also did not realize that the exaggerated yawn Harry made was a signal.
"Stupify!" The spell was cast by every student with the ability, all aimed at the Aurors. The DMLE people went down like sacks of potatoes, then Harry called out, "Accio Auror's wands!" The summoned wands flew to his hand and he passed them back to Draco, who was standing behind him. Scowling, Harry strode up to Diggory and poked him in the chest with his index finger, driving him back.
"Amos, as Lord Hufflepuff-Potter-Black, every one of these people are under my personal protection and I am declaring full Line Protection under all three houses for each and every one of them. That means if they are molested in any way, you will personally answer to me. You have crossed a line that should have been left alone. I tell you now, either tear up that arrest warrant or we will clear an area of the Great Hall and you and I will duel. It will be a duel of honor and it will be to the death."
As Amos sputtered, Flickaxe came out from behind a curtain off to the side. "Minister," he growled, "Lord Hufflepuff and several of the people named in your warrant, namely Miss Hermione Granger and Justin Finch-Fletchley have been named as 'Friends of the Goblin Nation'. You are already on shaky ground attempting to collect taxes in Goblin owned territory, namely Liberty Mall; take any action against any of these people and the Gringotts Board has authorized me to declare war on the British Ministry of Magic. Do you want to be known as the Minister who caused the first Goblin Rebellion in over three hundred years? Think hard on your answer Minister."
"So Amos, do we have an understanding?" asked Harry.
"Yes but," Amos pointed at Arthur and Percy, "You two are sacked as of right now. That is in my purview. You can also kiss your pensions goodbye."
Arthur laughed. "Still trying to get your turn in the pissing contest? I'm not really worried about it; your replacement will more than likely reinstate us with full benefits. That would, of course include Amelia. In the meantime, I have the Gryffindor vault to fall back on and Amelia has the Bones estate. It's pretty damned stupid to try to get even with wealthy people by taking away their civil service jobs. I think I am due for a vacation anyway."
"What do you mean 'my replacement'?"
"Simple Amos," said Amelia, "Once the Wizengamot finds out that you brought us to the brink of war with the goblins, a war that would have sealed the Gringotts vaults to every wizard in Britain, I expect your time left in office will be counted in minutes, not years. Now if Minerva and company will enervate your Aurors, you can be on your way back to begin packing up your office while Lord Hufflepuff calls for a session of the Wizengamot."
"Now let's not be hasty, I apologize," Amos gulped, "I admit that I made a huge mistake. Can we just start over, all three of you can be reinstated."
"I don't know," Harry grinned evilly. "I can get all of that anyway by calling the Wizengamot into session. Hey Percy, want to be appointed as the new Minister?"
"I'm not sure Harry, I mean the perks are pretty good but lately it seems to be more of a temporary job. Bill could probably do a better job as long as I was his Undersecretary. He gets along well with the Goblins and he could open all sorts of jobs up for other Weasleys. If he doesn't want it, Fred and George could take turns running the Ministry and their shop, one week at a time for each of them. They would have every department head either sporting red hair or growing feathers in no time."
Harry lost any bit of humour in his visage. He strode up to Amos and poked him in the chest with his finger. "Amos, I want to suggest to you that you pretend you have a Time-Turner. That device is taking you back to your morning cup of tea; all the neat ideas you had this morning suddenly look like really bad ideas. You're going to scrap those ideas and go into the office, then you will actually ask for advice from people you trust, such as the head of the DMLE, Madam Bones. You could also get some good ideas from trusted advisors like the Weasleys. Are you getting an idea of where I am going with this?"
Amos nodded so fast that he almost resembled Dobby. "Yes Lord Hufflepuff. May I ask just one question of these people? Why are you trying to topple our society? Is it not bad enough that You-Know-Who and his ilk are trying to destroy us from one direction, why must you knock away at the remaining pins of Britain?"
Harry started to say something but was stopped by Justin Finch-Fletchley. "Harry, I believe I am a bit closer to this situation, in fact my name was on one of those arrest warrants. Minister, as a wealthy pureblood in this society, you have never known the deprivation of freedom. Yes, the country was at war, but until the death of your son, not even that touched you very deeply."
"During the hols, I traveled with my father to a convention in the United States, in Chicago. This was all in the muggle world, so I won't bore you with details. Suffice to say, while I was in a restaurant, I picked up a small book of essays to read while I ate. A Yank named Hamilton Wrye wrote a short essay in that book that really touched me and got me thinking." Justin pulled a well worn booklet from his robe pocket. It was entitled "Essays on Freedom" He flipped it open to the middle and began to read:
"A Dog Named Liberty"
"So many times I have heard or read stories about other people's struggle for freedom, but brushed it off with the old Southern expression of "I ain't got a dog in that fight". The older I get, however, the more I realize the error of that line of thought. Let me tell you about this dog.
She is a battle scarred mongrel bitch as old as mankind, spoken of with awe by people who have never known her. Her name is Liberty.
She climbs into the pit every time some wretched soul lashes inner tubes together, braving dehydration, starvation, and predators to reach the land where Liberty lives. Countless times she has used her razor sharp teeth and claws against her twin opponents, Oppression and Tyranny. She does not always win, many times because her guardians have muzzled her, but she always brings her heart and soul to the fight. She has a brave spirit and fierce loyalty.
What is her background? Part of her ancestry is Jewish, finding a home with Moses as he led millions of Hebrews out of 400 years of Egyptian slavery. She has a little Greek in her, residing for a time with Spartacus, when he tried to throw off the yoke of Roman servitude. She rode the Mayflower with the Pilgrims to the new world. She won a victory over a century later, but it was not as decisive as it should have been, since many of her charges remained in oppression and slavery. It would take almost another century and thousands of gallons of spilt blood to win, at least on paper that unqualified victory, and another century before her name was no longer a goal, but rather a fact for all of her guardians.
She is revered by the Cubano who looks northward to her home, the Mexicano crushed by the weight of poverty and oppression, the Haitian fleeing the ton-ton macout and a "friendly" dictator. She is sought by Chinese women fleeing forced abortion, the Sudanese Christian held in slavery by Sudanese Muslims, and Bosnian Muslims fearing rape and murder by Serbian "Christians"
In every arena in which she has fought, she has left her offspring, some to flourish, but most drowned at birth or crippled in infancy.
Although revered by oppressed peoples throughout the world, we, her guardians, those who have benefited most from her struggles, have allowed her to become infested by parasites, we kick her when she inconveniences us and sadly, attempt to have her put to sleep, considering her old and useless.
If we continue abusing her, she will not die, but she may leave us to find a more worthy guardian.
Her name is Liberty."
Justin closed the booklet and calmly looked Amos Diggory in the eye. "Minister, Voldemort wants to destroy the country, killing all whom he does not enslave. The difference between now and what will happen should he win is that the purebloods will be enslaved, the lesser bloods will either flee or die. Harry will more than likely have to fight Voldemort, possibly all of us will be called to service to protect what we hold dear. What I and the other mudblooders are doing is attempting to give us a reason to fight! We want a just society built not on the privilege caused by an accident of birth, but on our abilities and the content of our character. We will create that just society, and we will raise an army of hope! That army will follow Harry Potter and other leaders of justice in kicking that abomination called Voldemort back into the grave he escaped in 1981. This time we will make sure he stays dead!"
"Mr. Diggory, I knew and looked up to Cedric for almost four years. Cedric was a brave and noble credit to Hufflepuff house. He never put on airs or tried to lord it over anyone because he was a wealthy pureblood heir, and I believe that if you look deep in your heart and remember your son, you would see that he would most likely agree with us. We bear you no ill-will Minister, but we are fighting for our freedoms and our futures in the wizarding world and we will win!"
"Yes Mr. Finch-Fletchley, I do believe you will win, but at what cost? We are not American muggles, we have time honored traditions that make us what we are."
"Time honored traditions such as buying influence and favor through bribery? Or such traditions as forcing all non-purebloods into menial work and being the major support to a government where we have no representation? All while the favored few have their parties and Yule Balls paid for by the sweat of the people whom they despise and keep downtrodden! British wizarding society is rotten to the core Minister, but a new wind is blowing. That dog named Liberty has gotten off the boat and is making a guest appearance in Magical Britain. Let's see what we can do with her."
Justin's words, although spoken to the Minister, carried throughout the Great Hall. Amos looked stricken as the other students began to cheer and chant "Liberty, Liberty, Liberty!" Minerva nudged Pomona Sprout and whispered: "If we still had the old House system, I would be awarding Hufflepuff enough points that they could have the House Cup without having to answer any test questions the rest of the school year."
Sprout smiled. "I'm proud of him also, but please don't award all of those points to his dorm, I lost him in the reorganization. He's in Filius' dorm now."
As the Minister and his retinue, defeated, turned to leave, Hermione rushed in a side door, grabbed Harry's sleeve and whispered: "We need to have a meeting right now; I have Severus and Remus on their way in. If possible, I would also like to have Justin join us, part of this will be of interest to him."
Harry nodded. "Get everyone together and we well meet in Myrtle's bathroom. Will a half hour be sufficient?" At Hermione's assent, he went over to speak with Arthur and Minerva.
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Chamber of Secrets
"Alright Hermione, you called the meeting, what do you have to report?" The War Room was filled to overflowing, the Nobles, former Order members, and newly invited members of the Mudblood Corps crowded around the oversized conference table.
"The first thing is the best, although it doesn't affect the Mudblooders. Severus, if you could come up here?" The snarky Potions Master got up from his seat and stood next to her. There was a gasp from those in the know when she reached over and pulled up the man's left sleeve. It was unmarred, having no sign of ever bearing the Dark Mark. "It was not an easy thing to do, breaking the different components down to break the soul bond and life bond inside the body, but once those threads from the Mark to the aorta and pre-frontal cortex were sealed off and the bleeding staunched, a potion was used to attack the elements of the Protean Charm that makes up the Mark. It literally dissolved and was passed out of the body with the rest of the waste."
"How hard was the procedure; could be taught in order to set up Mark removal stations?" asked Harry.
"It was a fairly complicated procedure, but I believe that it could be done with a team of two Healers and two Charms experts. The potion would have to be on hand so that it could be taken as soon as the tendrils are removed and cauterized. The Healers would have to be very competent in order to correct the damage to the circulatory system by the removal. We ended up using a heart specialist from St. Mungo's. We had her take a vow of silence until such time as we could get everything approved."
"Severus, how do you feel? Was the procedure very hard on you?" Minerva asked.
"Even though I was not able to have any anesthetic because of the volatility of the potion, it was still less painful than the placement of the Mark." Snape smirked, "As for how I feel now, I feel as if I have been reborn. These months that the Dark Lord has been making his displeasure with me known through the Mark have been somewhat tedious."
"Tedious! If it is anything like the pain he sent me through my scar, I would call that a vast understatement." Harry rubbed his forehead. "All right, so we put some pressure on Amos and the Wizengamot to announce an amnesty period for all Death Eaters who want to be freed of Voldemort, then set up some system where we can verify their intentions before sending them to the Healer teams. I will pay all costs associated with the removals, it is more likely to pass that way. Now, what's next on the agenda?"
"I do have one other item, but I would like to wait on that until every one else is finished," said Hermione.
"Okay Severus, You will want to be brewing as much of the potion as possible in a short amount of time. Remus, what do you have?"
"The werewolves have pretty much abandoned Riddle after Greyback was killed. They had a plan to give them all Wolfsbane potion so that they could be more effective during a full moon attack. The majority of the packs want the potion, but not to use as a weapon. Moody and I took a team and raided Riddle's potion ingredient cache, by the way, thank you Severus for helping us find it… We now have a corner on the Wolfsbane market. We made an agreement with the three major packs to supply them with the potion in return for an Unbreakable vow to stay out of the war at the least. The magical werewolves took the vow and also vowed to keep the muggle werewolves under control. I could not get them to actually support us, they see us as too close to the Ministry that oppresses them."
"Neutrality is still better than open hostility. Is there any word on other magical creatures?"
"Other than the Goblins, pretty much nothing. The Centaurs, Mer-people and Vampires have said that they will defend their own turfs should they be attacked by either side, but they see this as a war between wizards and don't really want to be involved. The Giants decided to stay out of Britain when Moody showed them the power of his 'superwand'. Never think that giants are stupid, they know what extinction means."
"What in Merlin's name is a superwand'?" Harry asked, curiously.
Moody stood up;. "The muggle PM gave us access to some military weapons and had some of their soldiers train us in the operation. What I call a superwand is also known as an RPG-7. It makes a big bang with lots of noise and fire, impressed the heck out of the Gurg. He promised to sit this one out. The muggles have some other weapons that scare the hell out of me, I hope we never have to use them or give the muggles cause to use them on us." The non muggleborn looked shaken, anything that scared Mad-Eye Moody was something they never wanted to see.
"Do we have any idea where Voldemort is now?" Harry asked.
"He was last reported in France, but heading back this way," Amelia reported. "The French won't do anything, they are holding their breath hoping that he doesn't cause too many problems there. My understanding is that he has picked up some new supporters from the French branch of the Malfoys. Would you know anything about that, Lord Malfoy?"
Draco stood. "Unfortunately I do; I just received an owl message from Francois Malfoi this morning, he is the patriarch there. He wanted to let me know that several family members have joined the Dark Lord's forces. He wanted me to receive them as family, also gave me a lot of grief for not following in Lucius' footsteps. I sent word to Gringotts to make sure that they were denied any access to family funds and contracted them to put the Malfoy properties under the Fidelus charm. Mother is at the main manor, however I have asked Griphook to be my secret keeper for the manor. I would rather pay the price to the Goblins than have one more knut go to the Dark Lord."
"Good on you, mate. With Riddle on the move back here, I suggest that everyone who's family was involved with Voldemort to do the same thing. All of you may have broken away, but he still knows where you live. Flickaxe, can you take the orders back to Gringotts to have anyone here who wants their properties protected to put up wards to keep him out?" Flickaxe nodded in agreement.
"I believe that we can set up a discount rate for anyone here," he said. "Letting the new Noble's wealth fall into his hands would be very bad for business. Can I have a show of hands for the Fidelus?" All of the new Nobles raised their hands, "Excellent, I will contact your account managers and have them set up as your secret keepers until such time as you might want to choose someone else. Gringotts will actively support your faction, Lord Hufflepuff. Not the Ministry, they have shown they cannot be trusted, but you can."
"Thank you Flickaxe, you don't know how much that means to me. Is there anything else?" Looking around, he saw no others needing to speak. "All right Hermione, what is the other thing you had for us?"
"I was doing some researching in some of the books left behind by the late Headmaster, history books to be exact. I found something that was somewhat shocking. Has anyone here ever heard of Merlin's Oath?"
Seeing their puzzled faces, she continued. "I found a reference to it in one of the books in the restricted section of the library. It made me curious, so I asked Professor Binns about it. He told me that it was nothing more than a legend, much like the 'supposed' Chamber of Secrets." Hermione looked at Harry with a wry smile. "Most of us know how much of a 'legend' that turned out to be! To make a long story short, I found five different books centered around the Oath, all written about attempts to circumvent the Oath. I found these in Dumbledore's private collection he unwittingly left here, and in the Black family library. It seems that, although there have been many attempts to circumvent the Oath, no attempt has ever succeeded."
"Just what is this Oath, that it is so important?" asked Justin, impatiently.
"Oops," Hermione blushed, "I sometimes forget the most important parts, not realizing that the people to whom I am speaking haven't been there to read the books. Anyway, as the story goes, Merlin and Arthur Pendragon were not just allies, they were close friends. Arthur knew that Merlin was loyal, but he also knew that he was mortal. There were not that many magic users in Britain at the time, Merlin and LeFey being the most powerful, but it was conceivable that others born of power might either join with a rival or overthrow the throne to claim it for themselves. He brought his concerns to Merlin who told Arthur he would see what he could do. This was close to the end of the recorded history of Merlin being in the Camelot court. What Merlin came up with was an oath wrapped in several charms and curses. The Oath pledged fealty to the legitimate monarch of Britain, but became binding on any magical person in Britain, whether born here or not. The way that it became binding was for any magical person to use the name 'Merlin', be it in conversation, a curse or blessing, or even in a history lesson. How many times have any of us used his name in a curse or blessing?" Seeing the nods of understanding, she smiled. "That's right, everyone here. Without even knowing it, we have bound ourselves to the Oath."
"In 988 CE, under King Ethelred II, also known as Aethelred the Unready, who in addition to being King of England, was also a minor wizard known for his erratic spellwork and lousy potion brewing, Magical Britain was allowed a large measure of self rule as well as separation from the muggle world. This was also the year that the Statute of Secrecy was enacted to protect the magical world from the mundane society. I looked up the document at the Ministry archives; it was signed and sealed by none other than Ethelred II, and had as his authority 'The Oath of Merlin'! The self-rule treaty, which was also there at the Ministry, stated that the Crown had the right to oversee any government the wizards set up as well as dissolve any governmental body that was established. A portion of all taxes goes to the Royal Treasury as a reminder that Wizarding Britain is still subject to the Crown. We are not taught this in History classes because of the belief in the natural superiority of magical people over the mundane. The people who are actually in the know do not want it to be known to the general population; purebloods are especially touchy about it. That is why purebloods such as the Dumbledores and Blacks were so eager to find a way to circumvent the Oath; they hated the fact that any muggle could hold authority and the power of magic over them."
"What are the penalties for breaking the Oath?" asked Harry.
"It is actually very hard to break it, since there is a strong compulsion charm built into it. Minor infractions, such as attempting to circumvent it, would cause descendants to either have weakened magic or begin producing more non magical children. Severe violations could cause a total loss of magic, in effect making the violator into a muggle. In the case of minor violators, the family could seek a pardon from the reigning Monarch, in serious cases, there is no pardon; the oath-breaker is cast from our world and becomes property of the Monarch."
"Hmm," mused Minerva, "This could explain why so many pureblood families have died out or become weak. I just wonder if it would affect Harry's offspring for the Black family."
"I honestly do not know," said Hermione. "Just to be safe though, Harry should ask the Queen for a pardon for any transgressions by the Black family. Maybe it could be suggested as sort of a wedding gift."
"In that case," said Harry. "I would like you to be my representative and have you meet the Queen's protocol people in advance of the wedding. You can also make any other requests you think necessary." Harry gave her a wink and gestured toward Justin.
"Put in a good word for us as well," said Flickaxe. "It would be nice for all magical creatures to have the same rights. Should she agree, the Goblin nation would owe a debt of honor to both the Queen and you; this is not something to be taken lightly."
"With that, let us adjourn this meeting for now," said Harry. "If anything new comes up, you will all be notified. Now, however, my brides have informed me that I am to play the part of a dress-up mannequin so they can color coordinate me."
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Calais, France
The Dark Lord Voldemort, having swelled his ranks with French purebloods eager to be the new nobility in Britain, entered a muggle travel agent's office. It was humiliating to him to have to disguise himself as a muggle in order to sneak back into Britain with his troops in such a way that his enemies would not be alerted to his presence. With him were Delores Umbridge and a muggle he had put under the Imperius curse in order to book passage on a tour bus going through the Chunnel. At least one of the French Malfoi heirs had the good sense to kidnap a wealthy muggle to charter the bus.
Thirty minutes and several thousands francs later, an odd assortment of 'tourists were nervously boarding the charter bus in order to launch the strangest invasion of British soil in the history of that land.
Voldemort chuckled to himself. They would never know what hit them!