DISCLAIMER: That part of this world and those characters you've seen before belong to their Creator: JKR. The rest is mine - although I cannot quit my day job as I make no $$$

A/N: Okay, we have the Patil twins and we're NOT going to write about their bonding? You will note lack of detail for Sally-Anne and Lavender in that regard.

This Chapter is rated M for language and some suggestive situations. Only one this post, but it's a long one...

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE: A CHANGING WORLD

TUESDAY, JULY 30th, 1996 – Pottersport, Charenwell.

"Oh my head!" Dudley groaned as he woke up the next morning. He had far too much to drink last night, which was also far more than he intended. He now realized he had no idea where he was.

"Here," a pretty voice said softy, "drink this."

Dudley drank whatever it was.

"God that's awful," he complained. "What was that?"

"A potion to counter the effects of alcohol," the voice said. "Basically it cures hangovers. Mum said to give you some the moment you woke up."

Dudley's head began to clear almost immediately. He suddenly realized where he was! He was in Clara's bed and she was under the covers with him!

"I didn't mean to…" he began.

"Nothing happened last night that you need to feel bad about," Clara giggled. "I can assure you, you were the perfect gentlemen. Then again, you did fall asleep before I had even taken your shoes off. You're very heavy when you're asleep."

"Sorry."

"You are also a very nice pillow and thankfully you don't snore too badly."

"I didn't mean too…"

"Oh hush! If I'm going to be angry at anyone this morning it's Daddy and Granddad. They're the ones that got you all snockered! Do … do you remember anything about last night?"

"I think so," Dudley said. "Let's see, while we were waiting for you to get all dressed up … did I tell you how pretty you were?"

"You did," Clara giggled, "many times."

"You're dad offered me a drink. Firewhiskey."

"I thought as much."

"It didn't seem too bad," Dudley said. "I've had regular whiskey before and that stuff wasn't as strong, but it did warm you up."

Clara nodded. "Never had it myself. In terms of alcohol, the single malts they distill here to sell in Britain are way stronger. Firewhiskey has about half of the alcohol. But it is magical. It's basically a watered down whiskey that they add some magical ingredients to after it's distilled. You can get roaring drunk on the stuff like anything, but the real effects are the magic. That's what made it so warming. It also lowers your inhibitions a lot. You won't say or do anything that you would never say or do, but there are things you might not have said nor done that, with a few shots of Firewhiskey you will say or do. And in case you're wondering, you were mostly sober until later when the wine and champagne began flowing."

"I asked you to marry me," Dudley gasped. "Sorry."

"You don't want to marry me one day?" Clara pouted.

"No! That's not it. I … it's only been … I do, I think, but…"

"It's only been about two weeks?"

Dudley nodded.

"I had the same concerns, My Darling," she said softly. "It is rather fast and we are rather young. After you fell asleep, I had a long talk with Mum. She figures in the important way that you and I have been together even longer than she and Daddy were before they got engaged."

"Oh?"

"Mum and Dad dated for about six months before he proposed. True, they were a little older than us when they started, but only about eighteen months older. Mum figures they spent about six hours a week together while they were dating and before they became engaged. That's about a hundred and thirty-six hours together. That's the important time, she says. That's where you learn about the other person and learn whether the two of you can be a couple and love each other and all of that. She's kept tabs on us since we started seeing each other. On the calendar, it's been a little over two weeks. But we've been together about ten hours every day since we met up on the bluff. That's a hundred and sixty hours as of last night. More since. Basically, compared to my Mum and Dad, Dudley, you were dragging your heels," she added with a giggle.

"I do love you, you know," Dudley said. "In more ways than I can count. You were and are my first true friend."

"I love you too, Dudley."

"I'm not magical."

"And I don't care," Clara said. "Love is one magic all humans share. In many ways it might be the only magic that truly matters."

"Still, how's this supposed to work? We're engaged and all of that but…"

"Well, it's not like I'm going to start thinking about bridesmaids and all of that, Dudley. It's not like we have to get married anytime soon."

"Still," Dudley said, "for thinking purposes, how soon could we actually marry?"

"Complex answer," Clara giggled.

"As many of yours are," Dudley chuckled.

"Right then," Clara said entering her magical world lecture mode, which Dudley loved. "Like most the world, as a witch I am legally and adult at seventeen. Here, however, that rule applies to all people regardless of ability so a year from October we could marry as that's my birthday you know."

"I do indeed. It might be a few months off but I am thinking about your Sweet Sixteen and getting something special for you."

"What? What are you getting me?"

"Nope! Can't say! Won't say! It'd ruin it."

"Fine," Clara pouted.

"So if you have to be seventeen," Dudley said, "then why is Harry married?"

"There are exceptions," Clara said. "At seventeen you can marry because you're a legal adult. That means you don't need parents' permission or anything. But there are exceptions. Harry was legally emancipated upon his godfather's death."

"But Hermione was not," Dudley said. "He's now married to a lot of witches and some are even younger than Hermione. Two of them are only fourteen!"

"Their marriage is by virtue of a magical bond, Dudley. That trumps everything. The consort bond requires three things to work: first the witch and her husband to be must be mature enough physically to have children, second they must be emotionally mature enough for the bond to take hold and finally, they must take a leap of faith as it were. When the bond forms, they are married and will be forever. It is the ideal form of marriage and also fairly rare. There are wonderful marriages out there that never created the Consort Bond as that leap of faith bit is harder than you might think. But once the bond takes, they are legally married and legally adults regardless of their age. I don't know enough about the Concubine Bond to tell you how that fits in, although it certainly does 'cause that's how the others are bound and married to Harry."

Dudley nodded. "I had been thinking about it, you know," he said. "But not so soon."

"I know Dudley," Clara said. "And believe me Daddy had an earful from Mum about the Firewhiskey and will get another from me later. It's not fair to us. I think we are meant to be together in the end, Dudley, I really do. But it should have been at our pace and our time, not because of Firewhiskey. I could have said no, you know."

"But you didn't."

"No, I did not. I believed you when you told me how much I mean to you, Dudley."

"You mean everything."

"And I feel the same way about you Dudley. That's why I said yes when you asked."

"You don't mind being engaged to me?" Dudley said later.

"No Dudley, I don't," Clara replied. "I really don't." She did not tell him that she thought it was more likely than not she and he could complete the Consort Bond. That Bond was a witch thing and was the only bond that could affect a Muggle like Dudley. She was still debating when to attempt it. Certainly, she would make no such effort before her sixteenth birthday. The date itself had no meaning. The bond could work now. She just wouldn't feel right about it before then. Besides, she would turn sixteen in October. She could wait that long, especially because Dudley was not pushing for more between them than a good, toe curling snog.

TUESDAY, JULY 30th, 1996 - Potter Manor, Charenwell.

"You two have been busy," Minerva said looking at Parvati and Padma who were seated at a table in the library along with a pile of old books and pages of notes. "You do realize that today is technically a day off?"

"We want to finish this," Padma said.

"And just what are you working on?"

"Something about all of this is puzzling," Padma said. "I thought it was just me at first. I wondered why bonding with Harry seemed so right. It shouldn't have, you know. I know the nature of the original bond is such that I could not resist him. But I also know that while I would do whatever he asked of me, my mind remained my own. I should have been screaming in protest. I should have been angry, terrified and all of that and it would only be natural if I blamed Harry for what was happening to me and my sister. I know others felt that way about their first time with their first wizard."

Minerva nodded. "I was fifteen when I was bound to my first. I was terrified more than anything else and confused. I could not believe something like that could happen. I didn't want it to happen but could not stop it either."

"You love bonded with him," Padma began.

"A few years later," Minerva replied. "It took a while for him to help me realize I could have a wonderful life. It was a bond, not a sentence at least not with him. I eventually realized he could, would and did love me for me. But it took time."

"Part of my point," Padma said. "I didn't feel anything like that. As soon as he kissed me, I had no doubts whatsoever that this was what I wanted, this was how it was meant to be. I wanted him to be my first and was eager to please him because I wanted to, not because the bond made me."

"It was the same for me," Parvati said. "True, I was a little more experienced when it came to boys before Harry, but that was always my choice. I should have felt doing Harry was wrong because it was not my choice at the time. Don't get me wrong. Had he invited me to inspect one of the broom closets at school, I probably would have done it if I felt he wanted more from me than an afternoon's pleasure. But I should have felt something very different when he kissed me. I most certainly should not have been wanting him to have his way with me like I did."

"The odd thing is," Padma continued, "every one of us wanted it. Daphne and Astoria couldn't wait for him to take them their first time. Ginny should have been upset about her bonding, but loved every minute of it. Katie and Connie were the same way as was Sally-Anne. We were all virgins and our first time was not as we had imagined and yet every one of us has absolutely no regrets and will let Harry take us until we can't walk! True, we all knew Harry from before to some extent. But Tabatha didn't and she loved her bonding as well. Every one of us lost our virginity arguably against our will and yet we were all love bonded to him within a day at the most! That should not have happened! Most of us should feel violated and betrayed and should resent him for taking us and binding us to him. Yet we don't."

"And it's not just Harry's Harem," Parvati giggled. "We know it's almost the same with Neville's group."

"There are a few who have not…" Minerva began.

"They will," Padma said. "They would have earlier, but decided to wait until sometime today. They are offering their love bond as their birthday present for him."

"It's a pity we didn't think of that," Parvati said. "But no regrets."

"So," Padma continued, "while we haven't had a chance to talk with the girls in the other Houses, we know many of them have taken the bond and most if not all of the others will in time. At least that's what Angelina and Alicia told Katie who told us. Again, that should not be the case. We can understand the others, the ones that had horrid lives as concubines before they came here. They would see this bonding as an opportunity and not an enslavement or worse. Even so, it would only make sense that given their experiences with wizards they too might wait a bit to see if this is really what it appears to be, and yet they did not either."

"Then there's the girl sex," Parvati added pointing to a nearby table where Hermione, Luna, Connie, Katie, Sally-Anne and Karen were currently engaged in a group naked activity.

"That's hardly all that surprising," Minerva said. "It happens all the time at school and has for as long as I can remember."

"Ah," Padma said, "but usually when a girl decides not to have girl sex, they tend to stay that way. Only six of us were girl sex types before this summer: Katie, Ginny, Parvati and I were and Fiona and Karen were before they were first bound. The rest were not. You weren't."

Minerva nodded.

"And now all nineteen of us are. Sally-Anne's first time was yesterday although you wouldn't know by looking now. Six out of nineteen was about average. In Neville and Susan's house, Susan Hannah, Pattie, Leanne and Amber were the only ones. Now they all are as well. The question is why? Why did we accept our bonds so easily? Why did you and the others suddenly get into girl sex so willingly? I know you were never told to."

"It just seemed appropriate somehow," Minerva said. "I may not be young, but I still have needs and Harry cannot always be there. Besides, you youngsters have needs as well. You need to have sex to stabilize your magic so it's only logical as we are family that I be available to help out in that regard."

"Something other than logic is at play here," Padma said. "I thought as much all through my bonding and all the times after. It wasn't until I was good and shagged out and falling asleep that it dawned on me what might be happening. It was something our mother told us about from India. There are harems there, you know. But, there's also a very special kind of harem. It comes into existence when a wizard bonds with several witches. Specifically, it forms if there are love bonds with several witches. Once that happens, they become one in all things, including lovers. Moreover, if it happens, the bonds become both easier to form for new witches and far more powerful than they would be otherwise."

"Does this bond have a name?" Minerva asked.

Padma nodded. "In English, it's called a Coven."

"Sweet Merlin!" Minerva said. "But those are thought to be dark! Having a coven, belonging to one, is illegal!"

"In Britain," Padma said. "Then again, any magic that weakens pureblood lines and the status of wizards is considered dark. Coven magic would do both. The wizard is the center of the magical bonds, but he is also an equal part of the bonds. As such, he is not in absolute charge of the Coven or the resulting families. Likewise, Coven magic has nothing to do with bloodlines. A witch is a witch. Her prior status disappears when she is bound and by magic, her lineage becomes that of her husband. Under the old laws before Covens were proscribed, a Muggle Born witch bound to a Pureblood wizard within a Coven became a Pureblood by magic and law. Her children were considered Purebloods. Needless to say, such elevation was frowned upon by the other Purebloods as was the fact that the witch was now equal in all things to her husband.

"In India, there are no such prohibitions. For a witch born into poverty or low Caste, bonding to a Coven can be a desirable option as the wizard is most often wealthy and might well be of higher Caste. The bound witch becomes of the same Caste as her Husband, or the highest Caste witch within the Coven if there is one from a higher Caste than their wizard. It's a form of upward mobility and poor witches often wind up in Covens."

"And what about the powers?" Minerva asked. "The legends say that Covens were abnormally powerful."

"Not really true," Padma said. "We may all realize an increase in magical power, but that's because Harry is so scary powerful. Basically, Covens can share magic. This means that were Harry to get into a duel, he could draw upon our magic rather than exhaust his own core. It works the other way as well, or so the old books say. Likewise, if one of us knows certain magic, it becomes much easier for the others to learn it. For example, you're an animagus. In time, when the magical bonds become firm, we may be able to that as well. Harry knows the Patronus Charm, which is difficult to learn at all, much less know it to a point where the charm becomes corporeal. Hermione, Ginny and Luna also achieved that Charm as did Neville. Parvati and I did not, however. Now?"

"Expecto Patronum!" Parvati intoned. A silver doe burst forth from her wand, much brighter than anyone would have suspected. "I never got more than a mist before," she added with awe at her creation.

"Expecto Patronum!" Padma added and there was another bright silver doe in the library. "Interesting," she said.

"Oh? Are we doing Patronus Charms?" a voice said and a naked Luna walked over with a naked Sally-Anne. Luna had her wand and an incantation later, a third doe appeared. "That's odd," she said. "Mine used to be a rabbit."

Katie and Hermione also cast the charm. Katie had never succeeded before and was pleased with her silver doe. Hermione's had been an otter before. Now a sixth doe graced the library.

"What happened?" Hermione asked.

Minerva cast hers as well. For years it had been a cat, just like her animagus form. Now it too was a doe. "The manifestation can change," Minerva said. "It usually changes as a result of a life altering experience."

"Such as being bound to Harry," Padma said. "The fact they are all does suggests that. His is a stag and ours have taken the form of its mates. It also supports our idea as to what has happened to us."

"We're a Coven," Parvati added for the others and then explained what they believed that meant.

"This has interesting potential," Minerva mused. "If what you believe is correct, you're saying that it would take little time at all for the lot of you to learn what I know? Or Mallory? Or Dora?"

"Much less time," Padma said. "We still need to learn the spells and such, but rather than a few per month, we could learn several per week, provided one of us already knows them and can do them. Of course, that's just on the practical side. We'd still have to learn the theory the old way if we wish to sit for our exams."

"Still, theory has always been paced to track with the practical side," Minerva said. "If we move faster in the practical, the theory can be accelerated as well since the standard method is to teach the theory as one learns the spells that exemplify the theory in question. Does this Coven thing affect all magical learning?"

"Spell casting for certain," Padma said. "Mum never said anything about potions, Runes or other less active magics."

"And," Parvati added, "it only affects that Coven. There is probably more than one Coven here now and each of them has people with different talent levels and skills. What would be easy for us might be more difficult for the other families and vice versa."

"Then again," Padma added, "it's not like you have to provide in depth training to everyone. So long as one person masters a given skill, the rest will pick it up quickly."

"This could have useful benefits from an educational standpoint," Minerva said absently.

"Again, only for the Covens and each is unique," Padma replied. "But, it would be far easier and quicker for us to reach N.E.W.T. level and beyond than it would be as individuals. That's part of what a Coven is: a collective; a sum far greater than all of its component parts; a community bound together for their common good, whatever that might be."

Minerva looked at the table and saw documents that seemed to have nothing to do with Covens. "What's the rest of this?"

"Oh," Parvati said. "Well, those little books you all wrote tell us House Potter has had Concubines for ages. We're trying to ascertain whether we are the first Coven."

"Are we?" Hermione asked.

Parvati shrugged. "Too early to say. I've been figuring out which of the previous Dukes most likely crossed the magical threshold. There is one, although no firm number. According to Mum, seven magicals bound together usually results in the formation of a Coven, although it could be more or less. Now, these records tell me about how many Concubines each Duke had, but not whether they formed a Coven. I'm hoping that by reading the relevant journals to determine whether others existed in our family's past. Pad and I think it's probable."

"And this is important?" Minerva asked.

"Given your initial reaction to what we've become, knowing we are not unique, not even within this family history, might be a good thing," Padma replied.

"We still get to shag Harry senseless?" Connie asked.

"Of course," Padma smiled. "This doesn't change that bit at all."

"Oh goodie!"

TUESDAY, JULY 30th, 1996 – Ministry of Magic, London, U.K.

"Enter!" Kingsley Shacklebolt called out. He was acting Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and as such was asked to chair this meeting. Nigel Boggs was with the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and had been tasked with the Registration. Percy Weasley was from International Cooperation and Kingsley believed he had been sent because that Department wanted nothing to do with this. It was slightly understandable as the government Magical Britain had no ties or relations with Charenwell. Besides, with the I.C.W. audit about to begin, that Department was up to its eyeballs in work.

"Right then," Kingsley said as the two were seated. "What's the status of the registration?"

"Ongoing," Nigel said. "I'd like to think the public is being cooperative, but that is debatable. We have over twenty-one hundred Concubines either registered or whose registration is in progress."

"How many from this Charenwell place?"

"We have no idea," Nigel said. "There only a few of us working this thing. We are overtime just making sure the forms are filled out. Haven't even begun to analyze the information. Does it really matter? A whore is a whore, you know."

"In less than two weeks we need to either cough up the girls or a hundred thousand a head," Kingsley said. "We might not know who those girls are right now, but I'd bet next month's pay they do. Moreover, they've been quite insistent that we return all of the women Dumbledore sold under that damnable law."

"Many will resist," Nigel said. "They consider it valuable property and, after this year's Auction, the few who have said anything want at least a thousand a head in compensation if we take them and sent them overseas."

"We're not there yet," Percy noted. "I mean, all they've been asked to do is register, right? We haven't had to send a single one of them, have we?"

"The Minister wants to avoid paying the reparations," Kingsley said. "Right now, we have no choice but to pay. But the Minister feels if we find the missing girls and send them back, Charenwell might be willing to negotiate a less disruptive alternative. So that means we find them!"

"And their owners?"

"Technically speaking," Kingsley said, "our legal types have noted they are in possession of stolen property, assuming we can figure out which of the Concubines were from Charenwell. Anyone in possession of one of those Concubines can expect confiscation without compensation."

"Some will resist," Nigel said. "At the very least they'll lean on the government to pay for the girls."

"They will be advised they have two choices, they can either sign over the girls to us for ten Galleons, or pay us the amount demanded by Charenwell for reparations and retain possession."

"None of those slags are worth a hundred thousand," Percy exclaimed.

"That is precisely the point," Kingsley said.

"You do realize that regardless of anything else, those whores must be bound to some wizard," Percy added.

"That's not our problem," Kingsley said. "I'm certain the Charenwell people are well aware of that fact. Whether they bind them or not is their matter. We are tasked with identifying them and locating them. I don't even know if Charenwell wants them back or not. This registration is to find them and once found we will offer them to their home country in exchange for renegotiating the reparations. You do know that the demand has been upheld by the I.C.W."

Percy nodded. "The bastards are really enjoying watching us squirm. Dumbledore did us no favors with them."

Kingsley nodded. "Arguably Fudge and some others whose careers are in limbo didn't help matters with the international community either. So the main thing is to find them."

"I'll need more people to review the registrations," Nigel said. "Even then, the form does not specifically ask for the Country of their birth. We'd only be able to figure it out if their place of birth clearly could not be in Britain."

"Shouldn't the school records have such information?" Percy asked.

"It should, but there are six schools to check and thousands of former students to cross-reference. It would take time."

"Which is a luxury we cannot afford," Kingsley said.

"Why not send them copies of the registrations and let them sort it out?" Percy asked. "It's their problem, really."

Kingsley nodded. The truth was that was exactly what the Duke and Lord Mayor wanted. They wanted the list and statistics the registrations would provide because they did not trust the Ministry to give them accurate information on its own. "Nigel, make copies of all complete registrations. We'll send them along to let them know we're trying."

"How? We have no idea where this place is?" Percy protested.

"They are a recognized country in the I.C.W.," Kingsley said. "That means two things. First, they have a seat in that organization which means an office. Second, it also means they have their own Gringotts branch. Surely either would suffice."

TUESDAY, July 30th, 1996 – Gringotts, Pottersport, Charenwell.

Harry was mildly annoyed as he entered the office. Aside from Cissy who was with him, his entire family was having a lie in and day off from what was becoming a hectic schedule – so much for a lazy summer. Harry, however, was not so lucky. Whoever said it was good to be the King had no idea what they were talking about. Today, while his girls had some time off from training, he was still on his Duke schedule. Neville and his family were said to be relaxing by their lake, and Harry somewhat envied his friend for such fortune. It was Neville's birthday and Harry could not blame him for trying for a happy one. Neither of them really had a real birthday before. Tomorrow, it would be Harry's time and he did manage to get that day off. But today, it was Duke business followed by the Birthday dinner at the Manor.

Bill Weasley soon joined them in the office with stacks of parchment.

"The final tally from the confiscations," Bill explained. "Do you want the details, or the general overview?"

Harry looked at the stacks of paper and could tell it might well take days to go through those stacks of paper. "Overview would be fine," he said.

"Well," Bill said, "we've liquidated the delinquent accounts and seized assets, as you are aware. The personal property which we deemed of no immediate or potential value to you has also been sold off, mostly to retailers in the relevant trades. Per your instructions, potions, potions ingredients and anything else deemed of potential value either for the people of Charenwell or your war effort have been retained and shipped from Britain. The shipment arrived in the Port of Darby yesterday and is being warehoused there for the time being. All told, the accounts and sales have generated about one hundred and thirty-seven million Galleons, give or take. That's about four-million per estate or so and we still are about twenty-eight million short of what was owed when interest and penalties are included."

"Bloody hell, Bill!" Harry exclaimed. "That's more than I'm spending on the Manors, Jamestown and the Air Force combined!"

"Almost three quarters of a billion Pounds," Bill nodded. "You need money to make money, you know."

"And I still have a few million Galleons coming!"

"We hope," Bill shrugged. "Every indication is that Dumbledore will pay, although he's really being forced to cut back as it were."

"Disappointing," Harry said. "Cut back? In what way?"

"He's put his lifetime season tickets to the Chudley Cannon matches up for Auction. Not that he uses them much, but those tickets are popular and he has been known to grace some of our more difficult politicians with prime seats, particularly if he wants certain bills either passed or defeated."

"That makes no sense," Harry said, "they're the worst team in the League!"

"Yet the only one that is sold out for all their matches for the next six seasons," Bill said.

"What? I've read Quidditch Through The Ages! In the last century they've finished dead last eighty-five times! The rest of the time they finished second to last. They have the record for the most winless seasons by any team currently playing! They lost a game against the Wilbourne Wasps by a record pasting of 1270 to 80 and it was said the Wasps' Seeker was legally blind!"

"It's not that they lose, it's how they lose!" Bill chuckled. "There's a betting line out there that they are cursed! Anyone who can prove it stands to win a fortune. Seven years ago they had to forfeit a match when every one of their players was too seriously injured to play. Aside from the usual losses to Bludgers, two of them flew into the goals for no apparent reason; one had a severe reaction to a bee sting and one nearly died after being knocked off his broom by a duck as in "quack, quack." They hold the dubious record for having lost a keeper to being eaten by a rouge dragon during the match, and it happened twice! In 1873 they won the league without playing a single match because they were the only team that was not affected by the dragon pox outbreak. People go to see them wreck. One thing about the Cannons, they're entertaining. And, they have the most loyal fans in Britain."

"You'd have to be to support a team like that," Harry chuckled. "Well, either that or no self esteem, or you're just plain mental. And the Ministry?"

"The Ministry is trying to figure a way around it."

Harry nodded. "The Concubine Registration?"

Bill nodded. "My guess is they are trying to find the girls or at least they are trying to look like they are trying to find them."

"What's that mean?"

"It means that they might try to put lipstick on a pig," Bill said. "It's a Muggle expression Dad thought was hilarious. What I'm saying is they might offer any forty-two girls in the hopes of having you call it even. They probably assume you really don't care. A girl's a girl, right?"

"You know that's not how I see it!"

"I know, Harry. I'm just saying that the Registration seems to be headed in that direction. I've seen the forms. They would not show whether a girl is from Charenwell or Yorkshire. Kingsley is trying to – er – encourage them to turn over the lists to us so that we can find the girls in question and demand them by name and owner."

"Makes sense," Harry said. "But, no deals unless they turn over our girls."

"I wouldn't think otherwise. Moving on?"

Harry nodded.

"Okay, the total consignment of potion, supplies and whatnot is around twelve tons."

"Bloody hell!"

"We think the Death Eaters were stockpiling and just happened to choose the wrong properties to store their hoard. I think we should send the lists of what is here to various people who might be able to make use of the lot."

"Recommendations?"

"Loads of healing potions. We should make those available to the hospitals if needed. There are a fair few that are combat related. You don't have an Auror Corps here, but Frank and Alice Longbottom might be able to help you there. There are a few Potions Masters about. Might want to include them. Oh. And the twins as well."

In their own way, Fred and George Weasley were probably geniuses, but you would never hear that from their mother. She would most likely call them chronic underachievers. The truth was school bored them to tears. They seemed to spend all of their times working on new magical pranks and gags and that was almost the truth. The only class they found remotely challenging was transfiguration. Potions was a waste of time as they were probably at or beyond O.W.L. levels when they started school. That and Snape was even more useless than Binns and five out of the seven Defense Professors they had.

When it came time for their O.W.L.s, the only reason they bothered to pass any of them is they were not ready to drop school and open their joke shop. But they had no intention of killing themselves for marks they knew they would never need. It wasn't like they wanted to work for the government or something. They got three O.W.L.s each, severely disappointing their mother who reminded them over and over again that Bill and Percy each got eleven O.W.L.s (neither having taken Divination) and Charlie got nine, but as he was Quidditch Captain his last three years, their mother would overlook his failing mark in History. What Molly Weasley seemed to ignore was how well the Twins did on the three O.W.L.s they decided to pass. They were first and second in their year in Defense, a fete given they had only one decent defense teacher their first five years who just happened to be there for their O.W.L. year. George had added to his short list top O.W.L.s in Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. Fred was at or near the top of the class in Transfiguration and Charms. They both knew the other could have done as well in those same courses and they probably could have aced potions, but why bother? Fred was the better spell caster of the two, so he focused on that. George thrived on the more intellectual arts. As for Potions? Why would they want to pass with decent marks? They knew they would do well, but their Mum would then make them take N.E.W.T. level which they already knew and which would mean two more years of useless Snape. It made more sense to them to fail.

Harry knew this about the twins. He knew they would do quite well for themselves in their chosen profession as owners of an innovative joke shop – or at least that was their cover. The reality was jokes could pay the bills so they could work on inventing anything that tickled their fancy. Leaving potions supplies in the twins hands (especially after hearing their ideas about mass production) seemed logical. Actually, leaving any form of experimental magic to them seemed logical.

"It was my thought they would get priority on the ingredients unless we have a shortage of potions, which according to Remus we do not right now," Harry said. "Anything else?"

"Somehow the Death Eaters had a stock pile of these," Bill said pointing to a large stone in the office. "Interesting that, since they are supposed to be under the exclusive control of the Ministry."

"And what is that stone?" Harry asked.

"It's a very specialized runic anchor," Bill said. "While it's similar to Rune Stones used in wards and such, this one and the others like perform a very different function. Had to learn a little about them when I became a Curse Breaker.

"Basically, stones like these are part of the Ministry's magical detection network. Despite what you may have been told magic is not that easy to detect, at least not at a distance. Stones like these are buried all over the British Isles. They are linked to a control or master stone somewhere in the Ministry. Each of these stones can detect any magic within about a ten mile radius. The stones are actually laid out in a grid with one stone every six miles or so allowing for overlapping coverage. When the stone detects a coherent magical signature, that information is passed to the Ministry Control Stone along with a compass bearing to the source of the disturbance. As the coverage overlap, any magic source should be within the detection range of at least three stones giving the Ministry a very accurate location. It's how they detect unforgivables, illegal portkeys, unlicensed apparitions and unauthorized magic in or near Muggles."

"Not underage magic?" Harry asked. "So that's why there's a trace?"

"The trace is a fiction," Bill said. "It's a story they tell underage witches and wizards to keep them from causing problems. The truth is you only get in trouble for doing magic that might be detected by Muggles, so the true effect of those laws falls almost entirely on Muggle Born and Muggle Raised student. If there was a witch or wizard present or if it was far from a likely Muggle location, unless the magic itself is illegal, the Ministry ignores it. Otherwise, we'd get a visit from law enforcement every time Mum raised her wand to clean house or Ginny nicked it to hex the twins."

"That hardly seems fair to the Muggle Borns," Harry grumbled.

"It's an efficient way to monitor magic," Bill shrugged. "The other options are to do nothing and hope for the best, which the Ministry won't do, or to investigate all instances of magic, which they refuse to do."

"Okay, so why did the bad guys have these?"

Bill shrugged. "I'd say your guess is as good as mine but I think we can both agree it could not be for good reasons."

"And what can we do with these? As far as I know we have no such detection grid here. No need. Our Muggles know all about magic and dangerous wizards can't get here."

"I was thinking we give them to the twins," Bill said. "They might be able to figure out something."

"Such as?"

"Find a way to locate these for one. If we can locate the stones, we can disable the system meaning the Ministry and whoever is in control of it would be blind to magic."

Harry nodded. "An idea. While I am planning on using Muggle weapons in general, we'll still need to play with wards and such. It would be nice if no one knew we were doing that. But do you think it's possible we could – I don't know – figure a way to compromise their grid?"

"What do you mean?"

"Um… like steal their detection ability and deny it to them?"

"No idea."

"Twins?"

Bill nodded.

"Makes sense. Send them the stuff. Anything else?"

"You know what this is?" Bill asked. He handed Harry a thing that looked like an hourglass.

It did not look exactly like the one he had, but it was similar enough. "I have something like it I think," Harry said. "Time turner?"

Bill raised his eyebrow.

"I have one," Harry said. "It's not an adjustable one. It'll send you back exactly one day. Quite useful. Although I was told that it's heavily regulated in Britain. You need special permission from the Ministry just to use one and you can't own one."

Bill nodded. "I take it the same rules don't apply here?"

Harry shrugged. "As far as I know, I have the only one in the country. It's been in my family for generations."

"Fair bit this one was as well," Bill said, "as were the nine others we confiscated."

"Nine?"

Bill nodded. "What should we do with them, Harry?"

"I can tell you that the one I have is proving very useful. With all I have going on right now, I'd have to sacrifice my training, my education or my responsibilities without one to give me the time I need to do all I've taken up. That," Harry smirked, "and it gives me more time with my ladies. See if the other families might need one, but make sure they understand that it is my understanding that use by pregnant women or young children is strongly discouraged."

Bill nodded.

"And I want to know who has one and any unused ones are to be placed in my vault."

Bill nodded.

"Anything else?"

"As requested from the LeStrange vault," Bill said handing Harry a golden goblet that looked like it had seen better days. "Don't know why it's of interest to you. The goblins say it's a fake. But it was not among the personal items listed in the vault as belonging to any LeStrange."

"What is it?"

"According to Goblin records, it used to belong to a lady named Hepzibah Smith who was supposedly murdered by her House Elf in 1945."

"Murdered?"

"Poisoned," Bill said. "The Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures handled the investigation. When her Will was probated, it described and artifact like this, but that artifact was never found and was believed to have been stolen given how thorough the lady's Will and inventories were."

"What is it?"

"It's said to be a cup that belonged to Helga Hufflepuff whom Ms. Smith claimed as a distant ancestor. That's unlikely as that founder had no children. Hufflepuff did have a gold cup that was said to have certain magical properties, but it has not been seen since her death. At least not until this fake surfaced."

"The real one?"

"Goblin made," Bill shrugged. "The Goblin's recovered it a few generations after the original owner died. They say that's a cheap forgery attributable to a very disreputable wizard who lived in the 1500's. Passed it off as genuine, but it lacks the Goblin smith marks that would be indicative of any authenticity. The Goblins also note it's nothing more than gold plated pewter and might be worth a few Galleons."

"It possibly has another kind of value," Harry said looking at the cup. "So, are we done?"

"There's also the issue of two hundred and seventeen House Elves," Bill began.

"What? You're kidding!"

"Rich pureblood estates," Bill shrugged. "We need to either sell them or you need to take them on."

"Hermione would skin me alive if I sold them," Harry sighed. "Send them over to the Manor to see Darda who's in charge of the staff."

"You do realize these are regular House Elves and not the real Elves you have here," Bill said.

"So were Dobby and Winky," Harry smiled. "The House Elf is a corruption that one of my ancestors figured out how to fix."

"You have work for them?"

"With the new additions to the Manor as well as the other Manors I'm building and the needs of the various families and such, I'm sure I can find plenty for them to do. Please tell me no more surprises? You're not going to tell me about loads more Concubines, are you?"

"No Harry," Bill said. "That's about it regarding the confiscations. There is, however, something else I need to discuss as a friend."

TUESDAY, JULY 30th, 1996 – Parkinson Manor near Nottingham, U.K.

Draco Malfoy had been released from the hospital that morning. The truth was he had little or no memory of the nearly three weeks he had spent in St. Mungo's. The Healers had told him the Goblins had nearly killed him and they had him under severe, potion induces sedation while the other Healing Potions did their job. He had only woken up a few days ago and was incensed to learn he was not allowed any visitors aside from immediate family and no one had been around to see him who might be allowed access. His mother should have been there! She knew her place! But apparently she had forgotten he was head of family. Well, he had thought, she would get a reminder she would never forget.

No one was waiting for him when he was discharged. He was Head of House and no one was waiting. No one bothered to bring him a change of clothes. He stood at the Welcome Witch's station wearing the same clothes he had worn to that travesty of a will reading and while they had probably been laundered, no one bothered to mend them. They were tattered and ripped. He looked poor even by Blood Traitor Weasley standards! He just knew that foul bitch who claimed to be his mother was out spending his money while he lay in hospital and now she was too busy to meet him? She was so going to pay!

A witch on staff walked up to him and handed him a towel.

"What's this?" he asked indignantly.

The witch looked at him like he was nothing. "I would say that if you had ever bothered to read A Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, it would be obvious," she sneered. The blonde haired bastard had not ingratiated himself to anyone. The staff all believed it had been a mistake not to boot him out the door the moment he awoke. "But as you probably don't read, it's a portkey. Have a good day."

Before Draco could even think of a retort, it activated and he was dragged through magical space to wherever the destination was. He landed roughly in front of a large house. It was much smaller than his home and it would have been beneath his dignity to sully himself with anyone so common if it were not for the fact that this was where his betrothed lived. It had been such a disappointment to learn that his family had arranged for him to marry so far beneath his station. The Parkinsons barely qualified as Pureblood so far as he was concerned and were too close to being poor for his tastes. But it had been arranged for some reason, even if the reason eluded him and since it was a magical contract between the two families, he was stuck. For Merlin's sake, these people didn't even have the loyalty to their kind to openly support the Dark Lord! Still, being from a much higher station had given him the right to use Pansy as he saw fit. He wanted on the Quidditch team? Father buy's brooms and he gives Pansy to the Captain. Needed a better Potions grade or out of a detention with McGonagall or some such? Snape enjoyed a good young slag as much as the next man. She was in no position to complain as his family was rich and powerful and hers was not. She had to do as he wished! But why the bloody hell was he here and not at home?

He walked up to the house and rang the bell and waited far too long in his estimation for the door to open. He stared down at the forgettable creature with disgust. He never liked House Elves and it shocked him every time he came to this pauper's excuse for a Pureblood home to see the elf well turned out and without noticeable lash marks.

"Mr. Parkinson is expecting you in his study," the elf said.

What self loathing, pathetic excuse for a magical family allowed Elves to address humans in proper English? Even worse, the Elf omitted his title! But before Draco could say anything, the House Elf was gone.

Draco did his best to look imposing as he entered the study. He was, after all, heir to one of the most influential families in Wizarding Britain, if not the most influential. He was the higher class in this meeting as the Parkinsons lacked the Malfoy money, name and clout. The man was expected to be honored by his mere presence and the fact that his family had condoned his betrothal to a girl who was clearly beneath him. He had watched his father play these kinds of people for years. They were expected to cower! They were to feel honored that such lofty mortals recognized them at all! The moment you weakened, the moment all that had been gained could be lost. This man had explaining to do, after all! Who was he to summon a Malfoy?

"Sit down boy!" Thaddeus Parkinson ordered in a commanding tone as Draco entered.

"Excuse me?" Draco said. "I am Head of House Malfoy and expect to be addressed accordingly, not ordered about like some servant!"

"You're head of nothing and an arrogant little shit! SIT DOWN!"

Draco saw a wand aimed at him. He did not have his wand on him. It had been taken when he entered Gringotts for the Will reading and no one had returned it. He complied reluctantly.

"A lot has happened since your moronic decision to cross the Goblins, Malfoy," Thaddeus said. "The bottom line is you're mine now!"

"Excuse me?" Draco said. The fear and power of his name had not worked. It was now time to play social skills, much as he hated that sort of Pureblood posturing.

"You were a bit upset to learn you were not to become Lord Black, weren't you?"

Draco seethed at that, but tried not to let it show. "It was a disappointment," he growled.

"For you," Parkinson responded. "For the rest of us it was an unmitigated disaster, but you've missed that bit. However, disaster for some is an opportunity for others," he added. It was a well known Pureblood political quote.

"Indeed," Draco said hoping there was an opportunity here.

"Let's review what you do know and expand upon your gaping ignorance," Parkinson continued. "Your father was arrested, tried and sentenced to twenty years in Azkaban. He and his name no longer have meaning here."

"The Dark Lord…" Draco began.

"IS CRIPPLED! SHUT YOUR GOB! After you were rendered all but dead – it's a wonder the Goblins didn't kill you, but no matter – a lot happened very quickly. In regards to your former family…"

"My former family? The Blacks?"

"WHICH PART OF SHUT YOUR GOB DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?" Parkinson added a violent spell that passed far too close to Draco's head for comfort.

"Sorry," Draco said meekly.

"Your father's incarceration at the very least means the name Malfoy has no meaning for the time being," Parkinson continued. "Whatever you felt was your right or privilege before because of your name is gone. No one cares about the name Malfoy anymore and no one fears it."

"When my father gets out," Draco began with rage in his voice.

"He'll be killed. It is unwise to invoke the wrath of the Goblins, and your father did just that. He's been declared a thief and there is a death sentence hanging over him. All of that assumes the Dark Lord doesn't kill him for his most recent failures. Should he survive the Dementors and walk out of that place, he'll be dead before the next sun rises. For all practical purposes, he's dead already. His body just hasn't learned that fact yet."

"Surely our world will not tolerate Goblins killing…" Draco began.

"You're mistaken."

"But Professor Binns…"

"Was one of the worst Professors at that school in life," Parkinson continued, "who has not improved through death. Your knowledge of our relations with the Goblins following the Wars of the Seventeenth and Eighteenth Centuries is horribly flawed if Binns is your source of information. The Treaties did not divest the Goblin Nations of their right to seek redress from individuals they believed aggrieved them through theft or fraud. It merely prevents them from unleashing their wrath upon the Wizarding World in general for the transgressions of a few."

"My father never…" Draco began.

"Your family lived in a Manor it did not own, Malfoy," Parkinson said cutting the boy off. "Your Manor is the property of Lord Black."

"Who gave it to my father as part of the Bride Price…?"

"No Draco. The Manor was never part of the Bride Price, except that your father was allowed to lease and occupy it. The Lease was through Gringotts and while Arcturus and Orion Black may have looked the other way when your father and others like him failed to pay their rents, the rents were still owed and the Goblins expected payment eventually on behalf of their client, House Black. Those rents were called minutes after you were dealt with. Thirty-Four families lost almost everything if not everything. And where a tenant was unable to pay the amounts owed after confiscation of their vaults and liquidation of all their other assets, they became thieves in the eyes of the Goblins. And no, Malfoy, the Wizarding World is not about to start a war with the Goblins for the fools like your father. Lord Black intervened on behalf of those who were not proven Death Eaters. But any of those thirty-four family heads who are Death Eaters are under a death sentence. Right now, that list is comprised entirely of your father and the ten others sent to Azkaban with him, but should any of the others be identified as such, they too will be killed."

After a pause, Draco said: "I was told we were worth close to ten million. Surely father did not owe that much!"

"With interest and penalties, your father was indebted to House Black for about four and a half million."

"Then why didn't mother pay it? We could have kept…"

"Your mother's marriage to your father was annulled. She is no longer a Malfoy and owes nothing to the Malfoy line. And, it should be noted, much of your father's wealth came from that marriage. With the annulment, House Black recovered your mother's Bride Price leaving your House with what was left: about five hundred thousand Galleons in the vaults and the personal property at your former home. Your mother did you at least one favor in not taking what she could have in that regard, but it was still far short of what your father needed to avoid losing everything, including when the time comes or should it come his head."

"But the Malfoys were far wealthier than…"

"Your father squandered much in his various schemes and briberies. Over ninety percent of what he inherited from his father was gone, paid out to bribe Ministry officials and members of the Wizengamot to do or not do what he desired. His legacy to you might well have been poverty even if none of this had occurred. As it stands, you have him to thank for your current circumstances."

"And those are?" Draco began, deflating with each statement.

"You arrive here with the clothes on your back. Your school trunk is here as well. Your trust vault is untouched by this. But that sums up the total value of your estate. You don't even have a seat on the Wizengamot to fall back upon, not that it matters right now."

"But father said…"

"That you had one or could get one from him?" Parkinson laughed. "You're a Malfoy! There was no seat in your future unless you married into it. Your father married your mother in the hopes of maybe becoming Lord Black, but he knew that was a long shot. My daughter is House Malfoy's only realistic shot at a seat."

"But I'm a Pureblood…"

"A meaningless distinction, foolish boy! Seats on the Wizengamot are destined to those with ties to the original lines without regard to blood purity! Your line was not here when the Charter was signed. House Malfoy is a cadet line of what was once a major family in France, not Britain! Your immediate ancestor came here about two hundred years ago during a dark time in his home country. Your Grandfather was the first of his descendants afforded the privilege of association with the old Houses and his son the first to marry into such a line. Your father's influence and power were only as deep as his wallet. To most proper society, he was still a foreigner, no better than the Scots, Welsh or Irish. But for his marriage to your mother, he still would be considered as little more than that, blood purity notwithstanding!"

"But I was told…"

"Your father deluded himself into thinking he might attain a seat. Had he accepted the truth of the matter, he would have done well to cultivate a strong relationship with his wife for it would be through her family and their auspices he might so aspire. But no. Once you were born, she no longer mattered to him a whit. His treatment of her insured no Malfoy would ever head the Black family. Arcturus Black made sure of that in his Will, one which his Grandson Sirius executed through his own. You were disowned and your mother's marriage terminated by the current Lord Black because that was not just his will, but the will of two of his predecessors. Arcturus Black could not formalize the expulsion of House Malfoy with his Heir Apparent in prison and his only other option – Harry Potter – missing, for the boy had not arrived at Hogwarts when Lord Arcturus Black passed away. Sirius could not do it during his life because he was technically a fugitive. It fell to Harry to fulfill the will of his House. And what did you do to avoid this fate?"

"I don't understand. How could House Black be left to a Half-Blood?"

"You would do well to unlearn what your father obviously taught you, boy! House Potter is one of the oldest lines in our World! They were magical, wealthy and powerful when your ancestors … all of your ancestors were nothing but Muggle peasants! I have never agreed with House Potter on any matter of significance, but I am also not foolish enough to insult them or cross them! You, on the other hand, who listened to an upstart all your life, have insulted and crossed the Head of the most powerful magical family in the world since the moment you first met him! Add to it your simpering reliance upon power your father never had and you've dug yourself in!

"Whether you believe so or not, your mother did you a favor. She negotiated your betrothal with this family; one which when consummated could well have allowed you to rise above your father's most deluded dreams of grandeur. Your father reluctantly approved, but only after seeing what his first choice for you looked like. My daughter could have helped you at least avoid the rift you caused with House Potter and maybe even help you or one of your descendants eventually attain the title of Lord Black, but in that regards you're even worse than your father, aren't you?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're father ignored his best asset. You ruined yours! My daughter could have been a boon to you, Malfoy. Pity your father never saw the value of a well connected witch otherwise he might have taught you about value! No, instead you whored her out like some common concubine tart and for what? A place on the fucking Quidditch Team? Why? So you could make a fool of yourself? You do know you have less talent at that than anyone else playing, don't you?"

"I…"

"Oh, and you share her with the two trolls. Your father never learned you can't buy friends or influence. You earn them. What he did and what you learned was how to rent, not own and he never learned that once you start down that path, the price for friends and influence always goes up! And just what did you get for her sleeping with that pervert Snape? A better grade? Out of detention? You are an embarrassment to the name of Pureblood just like your loser of a father! You know why he became a Death Eater, don't you?"

"Uh…"

"He became one because otherwise he would have to get a job! The Dark Lord took him because he was a loser and expendable at that. Were it not for his money and connection to House Black, he'd have been killed long ago. And don't think for a minute it was because he was some all powerful wizard! With the exception of your Aunt Bellatrix, who was insane, the Dark Lord only takes the weak! Your father, Bella and ten other Death Eaters couldn't even defeat six kids! And you were following along in that idiot's footsteps! Mark my words; were it not for your connection to this family, you might be dead already. You certainly would be lucky to have any children at all! And you throw it in our face?

"Pansy could have had you sitting in the Wizengamot in your twenties, maybe sooner. But you ruined that. Whatever clout my family had you ruined. Instead of seeing an influential witch from a good family, they now see a tart who's for sale by her pimp! Well, you're days of being Draco Malfoy ARE OVER! By rights I could kill you now and be done with you, but there's no fun in that!"

Draco paled. "K-k-kill me?"

"Attack on the reputation of an Ancient and Noble House! Your life is MINE! If you bore me, I'll kill you! It's not even a crime, stupid! By sullying my daughter and only child against my wishes, your life is now mine!"

"I don't have to put up with this!"

"You do if you want to live, Malfoy."

"Pansy promised…"

"What? That she'd never tell me she's a whore and you're her pimp? That you raped her in the Slytherin Common Room Second Year and allowed any who wanted to take turns with her afterwards? She did keep it quiet. She said nothing, right up to the day of the Will reading. When she got back, she spilled everything, begging me to kill you which she knows is the only way she can get out of that damnable marriage contract! My problem is you've ruined her! I'm stuck with you or selling the last of my family as a concubine, because NO ONE WILL MARRY HER!

"Fortunately, your mother was the brains in your house. Included in the contract is a proviso that should you become an orphan, I become your magical guardian and your guardianship will last until you have two sons by my daughter or turn twenty-five! With your father in prison and your mother's marriage annulled, that makes you and orphan! It's up to you, Draco. You play by my rules in everything, or you won't return to Hogwarts. You know what that means?"

Draco shook his head.

"You have no family and no money. Without N.E.W.T.s, you'd be lucky to get a job tending bar at Three Broomsticks! You want more in life?"

Draco nodded his head.

"First, you swear on your life and magic never to share Pansy with anyone ever again!"

"I need a wand!"

"You truly are an idiot! This kind of magic never requires a wand! SWEAR IT OR DIE!"

"I … I swear on my life and magic never to share Pansy with anyone ever again."

"You swear you will owe complete fealty to House Parkinson as expressed by me or my daughter in all things."

"But that means…"

"It means if Pansy tells you to do something, you better fucking do it. SWEAR!"

"I sw-swear on my life and magic I will owe fealty to House Parkinson as expressed by you or … or your daughter in all things."

"Better," Mr. Parkinson said after there was a flash of magic. "Should I decide to send you back to Hogwarts, and I have not decided that, you will not talk to, be friends with or otherwise have anything to do with anyone without Pansy's approval. You will resign as Prefect and from Quidditch. And you will have no contact with Snape! NONE!"

Draco wanted to protest, but knew he could not. He knew his life as Draco Malfoy was over.

TUESDAY, July 30th, 1996 – Gringotts, Pottersport, Charenwell.

"Bill," Harry said, "if you believe your father is of more value here than back there and he'll give up Britain, I'll see it done. But it will take a little time. Aside from Gringotts, all magical travel to and from there is suspended and I won't make exceptions! As for Gringotts, I'd rather not use that route unless there's no other alternative, and there is. You know we will begin an evacuation fairly soon?"

Bill nodded.

"I'll see to it he can be on the first flight here."

"Thank you, Harry."

A/N: RELATIONSHIP SCORECARD:

If you didn't read the Intro, you missed that. This is so you can keep up with who's with who and how.

Key:

Names in Italics = OC

Gr – Gryffindor, Hu – Hufflepuff, Ra – Ravenclaw, Sl – Slytherin.

SG – St. George's School, PE – Prince Edward School, SA – St. Andrew's, SP – St. Patrick's, SD – St. David's.

(Number indicates last year completed. No number means they finished all seven years.)

P = pregnant.

Harry James Potter, age 15.* HOUSE POTTER
1. Hermione Jane (Granger) Potter, age 16 (Gr-5); CONSORT.*P
2. Minerva Grace (McGonagall) Potter-Black, age 68 (Gr).P - girl.
3. Astoria Lynn (Greengrass) Potter-Black, age 14 (Sl-3).*
4. Ginevra Molly (Weasley) Potter-Black, age 14 (Gr-4).*
5. Stacey Marie (Campbell) Potter-Black, age 17 (SA-5).*
6. Laura Teresa (Oliver) Potter-Black, age 21 (PE-5).*
7. Rhonda Kaye (Lester) Potter-Black, age 17 (SD-5).
8. Katie Anna (Bell) Potter-Black, age 17 (Gr-6).
9. Padma (Patil) Potter-Black, age 16 (Ra-5).
10. Sally-Anne (Perks) Potter-Black, age 16 (SG-5).

HOUSE BLACK
1. Luna Celeste (Lovegood) Black, age 15 (Ra-4); CONSORT.*
2. Dora (Tonks) Black-Potter, age 22 (Hu).*P – girl.
3. Mallory Michelle (Grant) Black-Potter, age 39 (Hu).P - boy.
4. Daphne Renee (Greengrass) Black-Potter, age 16 (Sl-5).*P
5. Tabatha Simone (Collins) Black-Potter, age 16 (SA-5).*
6. Fiona Michelle (Simpson) Black-Potter, age 22 (SD).*

7. Karen Maria (Green) Black-Potter, age 18 (PE-5).
8. Constance Maria (Plumber) Black-Potter, age 16 (SG-5).
9. Parvati (Patil) Black-Potter, age 16 (Gr-5).

Bill Weasley, age 25.
1. Fleur Patrice (Delacour) Weasley, age 19; CONSORT.P – girl.
2. Mary Ellen (Howard) Weasley, age 18 (Hu-5).*P
3. Samantha Christine (Johnson) Weasley, age 17 (SG-5).*
4. Peggy Louise (Nolan) Weasley, age 17 (9/6/78) (Hu-6).*
5. Elizabeth Olive Nolan, age 14 (Gr-3).
6. Lana Catherine (Powell) Weasley, age 22 (SA).*
P
7. Carla (Masterson) Weasley, age 20 (PE-5).*
8. Donna Lynn (Roselle) Weasley, age 19 (SG-5).
9. Christine Celine (Paulson) Weasley, age 17 (PE-5).

10. Mandy (Brocklehurst) Weasley, age 16 (Ra-5).
11. Wendy Seline Hendricks, age 15 (Gr-4).
12. Agnes Gabrielle Martin, age 15 (Hu-4).
13. Morgan Laura Carlson, age 14 (Hu-3).

Neville Algicyrus Longbottom, age 15.*
1. Susan Marie (Bones) Longbottom, age 16 (Hu-5); CONSORT.*P – boy, girl (twins).
2. Amber Selma (Harker) Longbottom, age 33 (Sl-5).*P - boy, girl (twins).
3. Penelope Ann (Clearwater) Longbottom, age 20 (Ra).*P
4. Annette Lucille (Harper) Longbottom, age 24 (SD).*
5. Deborah Leigh (McLean) Longbottom, age 20 (SA).*
6. Miriam Olivia (Riley) Longbottom, age 18 (SG-5).
7. Amanda (Kennedy) Longbottom, age 16 (SP-5).
8. Hannah Suzanne (Abbott) Longbottom, age 16 (Hu-5).
9. Patricia Faye Abbott, age 14 (Hu-3).
10. Megan Allison Jones, age 16 (Hu-5).
12. Leanne Lucille Tinker, age 17 (Gr-6).
13. Lavender Sue Brown, age 16 (Gr-5).

Fred Weasley, age 18.
1. Alicia May (Spinet) Weasley, age 18 (Gr); CONSORT.*P
2. Verity Nicole (Smith) Weasley, age 21 (SG-5).*P – boy.
3. Danielle Louise (Carter) Weasley, age 20 (SG-5).*P
4. Victoria (Vicki) (Peters) Weasley, age 17 (Ra-6).*
5. Rachel Francine Peters, age 15 (Ra-4).*
6. Coleen (Harrington) Weasley, age 23 (SP).*
7. Elisha Susan (Stout) Weasley, age 21 (SD).
8. Helen May (Ivey) Weasley, age 20 (SG-5).
9. Caroline (Folsom) Weasley, age 18 (SD-5).
10. Annette Maria Barnes, age 15 (Gr-4).
11. Simone Fanning, age 15, (Hu-4).
12. Jessica (Jessie) Bates, age 14 (Gr-3).
13. Jennifer Lynn Faulken, age 14 (Hu-3).

George Weasley, age 18.
1. Angelina Olivia (Johnson) Weasley, age 18 (Gr); CONSORT.*P – boy.
2. Shelly Ann (Parker) Weasley, age 22 (SG).*P
3. Ellen Suzanne (North) Weasley, age 20 (SG).*P
4. Anna Melissa (Jenkins) Weasley, age 17 (Hu-6).*
5. Roberta Elaine (Larson) Weasley, age 25 (PE).*
6. Georgina Emma (Parker) Weasley, age 22 (SG).*
7. Eileen (O'Malley) Weasley, age 21 (SP-5).
8. Isabel (Tate) Weasley, age 19 (SA).
9. Tammy Grey, age 15 (Hu-4).
10. Pamela Ray Adams, age 15 (Ra-4).
11. Selene Adams, age 13 (Ra-2).
12. Betsy Watson, age 14 (Gr-3).
13. Elaine Lucinda Manning, age 14 (Hu-3).

Lord Mayor Remus John Lupin, age 36.
1. Sarah Michelle (Hanson) Lupin, age 21 (SG).
2. Amelia Renee (Carpenter) Lupin, age 21 (SG).
P
3. Tara Frances (Marks) Lupin, age 20 (SG-5).
4. Christy (Matthews) Lupin, age 19 (SG).
5. Ellie Beth Mitchell, age 18 (PE-5).

Frank Longbottom, age 41.
1. Alice Maria (Pierson) Longbottom, age 40 (Ra); CONSORT.
2. Sandra Ellen (Butler) Longbottom, age 24 (SP).
3. Veronica Helen (Riordan) Longbottom, age 23 (SP).
P
4. Gretchen Lee (St. James) Longbottom, age 21 (PE).
5. Marie (White) Longbottom, age 19 (SD).
6. Carol Matilda Timmerman, age 17 (SD-5).

* - Indicates in flight training RDCAF.