8 Dreams and Their Results
A/N: This seven-chapter story was started 11 November 2011, and this chapter was started 11/24/2014. It is not complete and is up for adoption honestly it's more of a first draft than anything else.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1 for Disclaimer, money, and time information.
Reminder: This is non-canon, and technology is up to current (2014) standards. That's the beauty of fan fiction. If you don't like this, there are tens of thousands other stories out here, and you can always read or reread canon.
Dreams and Their Results
Chapter 8
Saturday, 20 September 1994 – Hogwarts
Harry James Potter was pacing the Headmistress' Office trying to keep his magic from destroying things. Minerva McGonagall, Hermione, her parents, and Filius Flitwick waited for him to settle down or explode and turn the air blue.
In a calm, quiet, but deadly voice Harry asked, "So basically no one gives a shit that much of the top talent leaves Great Britain because they're Muggleborns?"
Minerva shuddered and mumbled, "Yes that pretty much sums it up."
Harry's brow narrowed as he continued, "Basically the purebloods are killing our world by limiting the gene pool. While doing that they are also raping, torturing, and killing muggles not realizing that at some point Her Majesty will step in and begin killing all wizards. To top things off, those who could best defend the wizard world are probably either in Her Majesty Service, the USA's or Australian military? There they have been trained in effective ways to kill us, great just fucking great! Please tell me that there is a list of Muggleborns that have graduated Hogwarts and hopefully the other schools."
"Harry I can only answer that Hogwarts has the lists of graduates, and that it does identify blood status. From that, we can find their transcripts to see what they excelled in. Unfortunately, there is no record of where they went after they left Hogwarts that I know of." McGonagall replied to Harry's rant.
Hermione interjected, "If they left by muggle means, we should be able to find out at least where they went Harry. However, that assumes they continued to use their given name and didn't take on an alias. It's also possible that some stayed here in Great Britain and simply went Muggle. Those should be the easiest to find I would think. We know the British Military, MI-5, and MI-6 have wizards in their ranks."
Filius spoke up saying, "It's possible that the Department of Mysteries might have tracked some or all of them for a while at least."
Harry laughed, "Professor, I'm kind of persona non grata in the DOM at the moment and Croaker, don't like me, not even a little. His appearance in front of Her Majesty's Civil Court cost the DOM ₲10 million for patent infringement. What he couldn't pay would come from his budget. The judge told him that he had never seen such a disregard for other people's property after a warning that would cause any six-year-old to back off. Croaker was warned the next time he appeared for similar circumstances he would receive at least ten years in Azkaban. Later, that day Amelia put him on probation and threatened to fire him for attempted theft of protected intellectual property."
Hermione sniggered adding, "He sputtered that he was just researching and trying to make sure the devices were safe for use by the Ministry. That floated like a rock with Amelia, and she dressed him down finishing by saying maybe she should send him to Azkaban as a guard. Croak er got real quiet after that."
The result of the meeting was Harry hiring ten squibs to try to discover what happened to Muggleborns that graduated Hogwarts and disappeared from the British Wizard World. Neither he nor Hermione would be surprised at the number of those that emigrated to the USA and ended up in the military. A fair number had stayed long enough to retire and were now finding it difficult to get decent jobs. There were even fewer that went to Australia and retired from their Army. Harry and Jack's people did manage to find eighteen from Australia and thirty-six from the USA that wanted to return to Great Britain for various reasons.
Kingsley Shacklebolt had contacts in MI-5 that would help him find Muggleborns that had stayed in Great Britain. Harry was amazed at how many had remained but of that number, those that served in either the military or one of the MIs didn't surprise him or Hermione. Kingsley was able to hire 120 former Non-Commissioned Officers, mostly from the British Army and SAS. They varied in rank from Sergeant to Warrant Officer Class One.
Harry talked with the director of MI-5 and took his suggestion. He set up ranks similar to the British Army for Officers and the US Marine Corps (USMC)for the 'Enlisted' troops. He made Moody a Colonel (Col.), Kingsley a Major (Maj.), and Dora a Lieutenant (Lt. also known as LT.). The enlisted would rank from Sergeant Major (SGM.), Master Sergeant (MSgt.), Gunnery Sergeant (Gunny or GySgt.), Staff Sergeant (SSgt.), Sergeant (Sgt.), and Corporal (Cpl.). The men would vote for the old-style stripes from the early 1900s, although many liked the USMC stripes.
I wouldn't be long before almost everyone simply called Dora LT rather than her preferred Tonks. Calling her Nymphadora or Nym got you a dressing down no matter what rank or who you thought you were. She started on Harry once, and he told her, "Shut the fuck up Nymphie. If you really don't like your name, change it by going to court. You're of age, at least according to the calendar, so grow the fuck up."
Harry walked away leaving Dora opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water. Moody looked at her and said, "He's right you know and your bitching about your name is getting old, either change it or shut up about it."
That evening the Emrys-LeFey Training Room contained only house members when Harry stood and asked, "How many of you wish to become part of the Queen's Wizard's Defense Force? Before you answer, be aware that this is a commitment not unlike the Unspeakables in that you cannot speak of us, or what we do. To leave us and support a dark lord would cause you to lose your magic and die. Obviously, those who join will learn things that other won't. I think two weeks is enough time to decide so we'll discuss this again on 4 October."
A/N: On 08 August 2014, 1713 hrs Central Daylight Savings Time USA. My ex-wife had to make the decision to take our youngest son Robert off of life support just two weeks prior to his forty-fifth birthday. As of this moment, there is no wind in my sails and no desire to write. I do have some things started I may add to Ye Olde Dust Bin but it won't be anytime soon.
End chapter 8
