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: Always wondered what to do with Cissy. Part of me wanted her to find someone else. (Most likely a Muggle). But it made no sense to me, especially as she saw how well Harry treated his girls and then the Coven magic… She also wants a family, one she can raise and be proud of, unlike Draco…

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE: DRUM BEATS

FRIDAY, AUGUST 2nd, 1996 – Gringotts Bank, London, U.K.

Arthur Weasley was escorted into a small "transient" office. It lacked the fancy furnishings, personal items or anything that would indicate someone worked here because no one really did. Each Gringotts branch had at least a few offices like this for employees visiting on business from other branches or, like now, for other reasons deemed acceptable by the local Goblin Clan. This meeting had little to do with the day-to-day business of the bank, but the relations between the bank and a certain country and its largest client was always of importance. For Arthur, it was the first time he had been anywhere in the bank other than the main floor where the tellers were located and the conference room where Sirius's Will had been read.

The door opened and Arthur immediately recognized the tall man with red hair. "Bill?"

"Hello Dad," Bill Weasley replied.

"I wasn't told…"

"You were only told enough to get you here," Bill said. "We don't know whether or if you are under anyone's surveillance and cannot take too many unnecessary chances."

"I don't understand."

"You wrote to me about coming to live wherever I was, or Fred or George, yes?"

"I did. There's the situation with your mother. I filed for divorce a couple of days ago. I'm leaving her the Burrow and two thirds of the contents of my Vault, as little as that is in order to make a clean break."

"And your job?"

"What's the point? They still are baiting Muggles and the government is less inclined to take any action than before."

"The Order?"

"Has cost me a wife, my daughter and any way you look at it two sons. It cost me the only thing that ever mattered to me, my family. There's nothing here for me now and I just want to find a place to make a new start, assuming that's even possible."

"It might be," Bill said. "I am fairly well connected with the government where I'm living."

"Yes," Arthur nodded, "I heard that Fleur's father has recently become the French Minister for Magic."

"Except we are not living in France," Bill said watching his father become confused. "True, the fact that my Consort is the eldest child of a foreign Head of State might be beneficial to my new home's Foreign Ministry. Then again, the countries have a point of mutual concern."

"That being?"

"Despite what you might read in the Daily Prophet, most of the Magical World views Magical Britain as a major problem."

"You-Know-Who," Arthur agreed.

"Is but part of the problem," Bill said. "It goes so far beyond that, Dad. If You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters were to drop dead en masse today, Britain would still be in hot water with the international community. The problems date back seventy years or longer. The root cause of the problems arose long before the International Statute of Secrecy. But I'm not here to discuss politics. You want out, right?"

"I think so," Arthur said.

"Dad, due to security concerns, I can't discuss possibilities."

"I want my family back, but that's not going to happen," Arthur said. "I haven't spoken to Percy in a year and don't see it happening. Your Mum and I are through. I have no idea where Ron is in all of this except he knew and said nothing to me. You, Ginny, Charlie and the Twins are the only ones left and you're the only one I can contact. Dumbledore's watching Charlie now that I've cut ties with the Order and will have nothing to do with the so called Leader of the Light. I have no contact with any other Order members either, although I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who's lost trust with the man. You're out of the Country and the only family I have left that is not either being watched – as far as I know – or still with the bastard."

"Actually, I can tell you that Fred, George and Ginny all live nearby my place; within a few miles at any rate."

"You've … you've seen them?"

"At least a couple of times a week," Bill smiled.

"But Ginny's a …?"

"A what?"

Arthur could not answer.

"Where we live, by taking a Concubine, the man is expected to allow the witch to become his wife," Bill said.

"But isn't Harry already…?"

"Ginny became his seventh wife, I believe."

"Seven?" Arthur asked in shock.

"He currently has at least nineteen with at least five potential ones."

"Merlin's Beard!"

"He's not alone," Bill said. "Including Fleur, I have twelve wives, two probable wives and two potential wives. Fred and George have eleven each, with a possible total of sixteen."

"How did this happen?"

"Long story and not important at this juncture unless you need the explanation."

"It can wait. But you will explain this."

"We will Dad, and I can assure you it will make some kind of sense."

Arthur nodded. "Is Ginny okay?"

"She might argue what Mum did was the best thing that ever happened to her."

"Becoming part of a Harem…?"

"She's very happy about her new life, Dad."

"Are you sure?" Arthur asked in disbelief. "That bond does not actually allow for honesty."

"So you're led to believe," Bill said. "Despite the number of Concubines in Britain, we've learned you lot know little or nothing about the Bond and what it can mean. I can assure you, Ginny is quite happy."

"Is Harry really…"

Bill nodded. "In some ways, mostly due to his family wealth and properties, he's more – er – powerful than the Ministry."

"Will I get to see her?" Arthur said in a hopeful voice.

"Not here," Bill said. "I seriously doubt she'll return to Britain anytime in the foreseeable future."

"I meant if I moved there."

"Ah! Yes I gathered that was what your letter was on about. There are a few things you need to know about 'There.' First of all, once you go there, for all practical purposes there's no coming back. Travel to and from there is extremely restricted even for its citizens these days. For one such as you, a foreigner, you need permission from its ruler. Travel by apparition or portkey is impossible. There was a floo connection, but it has been shut down or will be, and even then it's impossible for a non-resident to access."

"Then how did you get here?"

"Gringotts has its own international floo system between its various branches. As an employee, I can use it. You do know, of course, we technically are not in Britain here?"

Arthur nodded.

"How did Harry travel to the Will reading?"

"He's allied with the Goblin nation and is their largest account by far. Despite what you may have learned, the Goblins are not truly anti-wizard in all things. Most of the difficulties are with the idiots in your country. Harry can access their floo for activities they deem as beneficial to his financial empire. He cannot, however, use it to go on Holiday or something."

"So if I can't use magic, how would I get there?"

"By other means. You do realize if you agree to this, you must leave everything behind? There is no coming back?"

Arthur nodded.

"Right then. First thing you should know, this Country I live in now takes its security precautions very seriously. I can't tell you when you are leaving except it will be soon; probably within the next two weeks. Second of all, you will be advised by letter of your departure time. That is non-negotiable. You will need to travel from wherever you are to the departure point by Muggle means. That means you need to look like a real Muggle and not a wizard playing at it and you'll need to convert your money into Muggle money. Gringotts can do that for you.

"You need to learn the Muggle transit system. Harry recommended and I agree that from now on, you should suspend use of magical transport and learn the London Underground. If you're not staying in London, change your living arrangements. Your departure point will be from London City Airport. You can get there using the Underground, but Hermione says you can't get there from Leicester Square (which is the closest station to the Ministry and Diagon Alley) without changing trains. So learn how to get there! Your departure documents will tell you precisely how where to go to catch your flight. Don't miss it!"

"Flight?"

"Right now, for all practical purposes the only way to get to Charenwell is by Muggle means and in particular by airplane."

"Do you think they might tell me how they stay up?"

"Probably not," Bill said. "But I'm sure there are people where you are going who'd be more than happy to. So, you want to do this?"

"Where would I live? What would I do?"

"I am not at liberty to say right now. I'm not sure the Duke has decided as he's not about to make promises he cannot keep. Rest assured, you will have a nice place to stay and a choice of jobs once you're settled in. Well?"

"You folks are the only ones I still trust, Bill. Let them know I want to go be with you."

Bill nodded. "Once you get the letter, leave immediately."

"My job?"

"It might be a good idea if you quit. If not, just leave."

"Okay. Tell them I'll come."

"Another thing, and I hope this bit is unnecessary, if you're under the Imperious Curse, a Compulsion Charm or following anyone's orders that make you a threat to Charenwell, its Duke or any of its people or if that is your true intention, you will not survive the journey."

"Is that necessary?"

"It's been that way for over a thousand years, Dad. And given the times as they are now here, what do you think?"

"I still want this," Arthur said after a slight pause.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 3rd, 1996 - Potter Manor, Charenwell.

For the last several weeks, and in particular the last two, Harry had gotten used to waking early. In the beginning it was because there seemed to be so much that needed to be done. More recently it was because there was flight training on Monday's through Friday's (excepting the two days this past week set aside because of Neville and his sixteenth Birthdays). Even if he did not have to get up, Hermione and Luna did, which meant everybody did. Two of his three Tine Turned mornings he was up at or before six and sometimes all three if any of this third night bed partners were due at the Air Field that morning as was often the case it seemed. His ability to lie in was limited to the morning after a bonding or Sunday's usually, and he still woke up at about the same time. He did not mind. It gave him an hour or two to just think as he held a pretty young, and sleeping (and he liked to think content) woman in his arms.

His last night had followed yet another bonding. He was as nervous about this one as he had been about Tabatha if not more so. It turned out one of Tabatha's friends from school was already part of his family. Harry liked to think that the reason things went well that day and night with Tabatha was because her friend Stacey was there to tell her things would be okay. The witches who had already been Concubines before were less nerve racking for him as they could understand that this was going to be a much better life. As Ginny, Daphne and Astoria proved that growing up a witch in the magical world seemed to make it easier because this life was obviously much better than what they had been led to believe. The "inexperienced" Muggle Borns had always concerned him because this experience would shatter any notions they might have had about magic being wonderful, he felt. Again, it seemed that having a friend already in the new family made the transition easier. He knew that Hermione was already working with Parvati and Padma on determining the effects of Coven based or enhanced Bonds and Hermione was now theorizing it aided things for the new girls. Still, Harry was not certain.

Yesterday was the first time he had to bond with a new witch who neither knew about Concubines before that day nor had a friend around to be there for her. The girl's name was Kathryn O'Fallon. She was sixteen, with dark hair and deep blue eyes from Waterford Ireland and had finished her Fifth Year at St. Patrick's School in Ireland. She knew no one here when she arrived. Almost all of the girls bought at the Auction knew someone, if only their former Professor Minerva. "Kate" did not even knew her and, as Harry feared, he had to rely on the basic Concubine Bond more that he wanted to … at first. The others had all seemed ready and even willing when the time came. Kate was merely compliant, at least until she completed the initial bond. Then it got better for her and by extension Harry. By the time they fell asleep together, she was Love Bonded to him and he was also pretty sure she had been more eager than prudent, just as all the others had been their first day with him.

Kate had arrived along with five other young women. The others were all Hogwarts students and were now generally too young for Harry's flight training. He was reaching the end of the list of girls acquired at the Auction. Neville had received Natalie McDonald, an attractive, fourteen year old Gryffindor who was in Astoria's year. In fact, aside from George, whose new witch was a thirteen year old named Gryffindor Michelle Graham and Kate, all the girls were just out of Fourth Year. Bill's was named Francine Broadmoor from Ravenclaw and Fred had a pair of identical twins named Patsy and Mary Tennyson, also from Ravenclaw.

By this time next week, it would almost be over. Fred would have one more bonding on Monday. Bill and George would be done after Wednesday. Harry had learned that two of the four girls he had remaining on his list were spending the summer together, so he would be done with this by Friday. After next Friday, only Neville's house would still have more witches enroute and those were the three they had acquired from Slytherin. Harry was still concerned about the remaining Charenwell witches. There were twenty-six of them out there and it was his intention to bring them home just as he had – accidentally – brought home sixteen others. He knew they needed to be bonded, but there was no way he would accept another into his house. Twenty-five women were enough. He figured he could get help from Remus and Frank maybe. Maybe the Weasleys would take in a handful more as well. But he would have preferred a different situation, one with more wizards involved.

He was hampered by an old law that he was not about to ask his legislature to repeal. Long ago, an ancestor of his had barred the Concubine trade within Charenwell. It was not needed, in his opinion, because the social conditions that sustained it in Britain (and still much of Europe at that time) did not exist in Charenwell. There was no "glut" of young witches needed to either justify or sustain the trade and to allow it to continue would effectively create a class of men without families. Thus, the trade was banned and with the exception of the Duke, no Charenwell born could be sold into slavery nor could any own or acquire Concubines. The sole reason for the exception was the need to preserve the ducal line to prevent any usurpation of rule from Britain. Every wizard who now had a Harem or a Coven had been born outside of Charenwell, which meant they were within a loophole in the law that would allow them Concubines. They were still bound by other laws that prevented the trade within Charenwell itself. They were prohibited from acquiring "new" Concubines from within the country and from selling the ones they had – ever. The Charenwell witches who were also fell within a loophole as they were not initially bound in Charenwell. True, their fate was based upon a usurpation and violation of their rights, but the bond was formed and once formed could only be transferred unless allowed to mature, which was an equally permanent condition.

The travel restrictions made it all but impossible for Charenwell wizards other than the Duke to relocate Concubines to their homes. This, Harry had read, did not mean that there were no such Concubines, only that they had to be maintained abroad or the wizard had to seek leave from the Duke to import them. The domestic laws required any imported Concubine to be allowed the opportunity to form the mature bond with their wizard. It did not mandate such maturation, but removed most any incentive for wizards to treat their Concubines the way they were routinely treated in Britain. "Whoring Out" was against Charenwell law, at least for any Concubines brought into Charenwell. (What a Wizard did with witches who never were brought in was deemed a matter for the relevant local authorities.) Working without pay as a laborer or domestic was also against the law. (Where all witches were either Love Bonded or performed household duties in roughly equal degrees, they were not considered Domestic Servants. It was where one or more became exempt from such duties that the others were then deemed as servants and had a right to a "reasonable" wage.) This latter law applied to all family members. What little trade remaining in Charenwell after the Acts Regarding Rights of 1223 was a result of violations of the law. A wizard who violated the law had his Concubines seized and transferred to a trustworthy wizard who would abide by the laws.

When all of this started, Harry had considered waiting until the evacuation of Muggle Borns and others displaced by the Troubles provided a large number of wizards who fell within the birthplace loophole, thereby avoiding the large Harems. The problem was as Duke he had to see to the welfare of all these women and the government would need a whole new Department to keep track of them and make sure the laws were followed. It was much easier with fewer, as Harry could see to that role himself. It helped that he trusted those he had chosen to help him. Still, while the Auction witches were all here or would be quite soon, there were others out there who might be arriving and he had to see to their welfare as well.

The purpose of the Charenwell laws regarding Concubines was their welfare. It gave rise to laws against abuse of any sentient magical or human and encouraged one of Harry's ancestors to discover the dark curse placed upon the Elves and ultimately find the way to end the curse. What surprised Harry was learning that the laws were basically a restatement of then existing English magical laws, although with some modifications. Those laws dated back to the days of the Founders and in particular to the writings of none other than Salazar Slytherin. He wrote a now lost work on the subject of magical bonds and apparently argued both for their use and for laws preventing their abuse. He believed strongly that all magicals must be bound to another to preserve what he called "civilized magic." With the disparity between witches and wizards, it was either that or allow the witches to marry Muggles, losing their magic to the mundane world and possibly allowing "wild magic" to gain ground. Wild magic was self taught or uncontrolled magic which he believed was a threat to their world both because of the lack of education and the stagnation of magical development. Slytherin had gone so far as to suggest that magical children as young as a year old should be adopted into the magical world and kept and raised there without regard to the status of their parents.

This revelation, courtesy of House Black and Potter Journals from the time period, flew in the face of all they had been taught. Slytherin was not opposed to Muggle Borns at all! He merely wanted them removed from the Muggle World and raised amongst their own kind! His laws and the Journals suggested he was opposed to what were now known as Purebloods, going so far as to suggest that no magical line should go more than two generations without marrying or bonding with a Muggle Born. Muggle Born wizards were to be wed to "old line" witches to "flush the magical impurities that accumulate over the generations." The same was true for Muggle Born witches. Under true Slytherin Philosophy, Hermione would not be coveted as a slave for a Pureblood wizard, but as a primary wife with Purebloods such as Ginny being married off to Muggle Born wizards or sold as concubines as they were considered less desirable!

With the research they had done thus far for their various projects, Harry and the others had concluded that basically all the history they had been taught at Hogwarts was nothing more than Pureblood propaganda. Upon reading both the Black and Potter Journals about the Founders and in particular about Salazar Slytherin, Hogwarts: A History and A History of Magic, Books Hermione once considered as gospel, were moved to the humor shelves less someone believe they might be truthful. Slytherin was not a Pureblood as was commonly believed, but Half-Blood on his father's side and Muggle Born on his mothers. He had not left Hogwarts because he believed Muggle Borns should not learn magic, the opposite was true. He felt children from old magical lines could be trained as had been the practice as apprentices. In his view, Hogwarts was primarily for Muggle Borns as they lacked the family connections to become an apprentice. He left because his wife died and the shame of his son becoming a Necromancer. Necromancy was one branch of magic that almost all magical cultures saw as purely evil. It required desecration of the dead or human sacrifice to work. Horcruxes, for example, were a product of the Necromancy Art. Salazar was apparently ashamed that the name Slytherin had become associated with such magic.

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a very feminine sigh. Kathryn, it seemed, was waking up.

"Morning," she said kissing him.

"And good morning to you," Harry replied. "Sleep well?"

"Mmmmm!"

"You okay?"

"Wonderful! Yesterday turned out to be wonderful despite my fears, my Husband," she said with a slight giggle.

"Fears?"

"I feared something like this could happen," she said. "I had noticed things, you know? Older girls from my school were not returning after Fifth or Sixth Year and almost all of them were Muggle Borns like me. Not all of them, mind you, but given the Pureblood bigotry and such it was enough to make me think. I might have not given it much thought if they had all been at the bottom of the class. I would have assumed they failed to achieve adequate O.W.L.s to continue or something. But many I knew and I doubted their marks had anything to do with it. So, I thought something else more sinister was the cause. I was right, wasn't I?"

"So it would seem," Harry agreed. "I'm not sinister, am I?"

"Oh no. Not at all, Love. Nope, you're just very randy."

"No regrets then?"

"I won't say I wanted this to be true," she replied.

"I'm sure none of you do or did."

"But given the realistic options, this is far better than I could have hoped for."

"I'm glad you see it that way."

"So Harry then," she said, "what's that short for?"

"What's what short for?"

"Harry! It is a diminutive."

"What?"

"Like Kate is short for Kathryn and several similar girls names. So, are you a Harold or a Henry, as those are usually Harrys."

"Er – neither. Just Harry."

"A Duke truly named Harry? That's unique."

"There's a Prince Harry," Harry said.

"Ah, but his real name is Henry," Kathryn replied.

"Sorry. I'm just Harry."

"That's alright. I like Harry … and Little Harry too," she whispered.

"So," Kathryn asked, "what are your titles then?"

"Too many," Harry moaned in protest.

"Please?" she asked. "If I am to be your wife, shouldn't I know?" she added with a pout. How was Harry to refuse that.

"Fine," he moaned in mock protest. "I am Harry the First – one of a kind I guess. I'm the twenty-seventh Duke of Charenwell, a title granted under the authority of Henry III of England in 1216 to Justin Potter. I'm also the thirty-fifth Count of Darby, a title granted in 920 by the Anglo-Saxon King Edward the Elder to Karsten Potter. I'm the forty-first Lord of the Isle by the claim of Dargoth Potter when he founded his colony here in 680. I am the forty-ninth Lord Potter beginning with Sir Galahad Potter upon his knighthood under Arthur Pendragon in 520. Finally, I am the forty-seventh Lord Black, which I inherited from my Cousin and Godfather Sirius Black, a line dating back to Sir Calogrenant Black, also upon his knighthood in 520."

"So much better than that Boy-Who-Lived nonsense," Kathryn giggled. "Now, do you want a little play time before breakfast?"

"As time is not a factor, I'd love some…"


"Well?" Harry asked.

Harry was seated at the center of the base of a large, U shaped table made of polished walnut. It was placed at the center of the floor of a specially built room in Black House. Although the House was weeks away from being finished, this room on the Ground Floor was complete in every respect. He thought of this as the Briefing Room. With him at the main table were Hermione and Luna. In this "society" Consorts were considered extensions of their husbands with equal authority. That meant his other allies were there as well: Neville and Susan, Bill and Fleur, Fred and Alicia, George and Angelina, Frank and Alice and Remus and his new Consort Stephanie. Also at this table were Minerva and Mallory by virtue of their jobs within the Government; Minerva's as head of Educational Development and Mallory as the newly appointed Head of Health Services, a part-time position established to ensure there would be adequate health services for the soon to be rapidly expanding population. Kingsley had his seat as well and Moody's was currently empty. Given that this meeting, and perhaps many others, touched on Muggle Britain Cooperation, Sir Stephen was there at the table as were Major General Churchill and Air Vice Marshall Graham. Finally there was Mr. Henry Parks from the Charenwell Foreign Ministry who was now in charge of the "Travel Office" which would oversee the evacuation from Britain. The Foreign Minister might have been here as well if he was not in Paris talking with the I.C.W. Behind the table were rows of small desks, each row higher than the one in front. At these desks sat the various Concubines, now eighty-one in number, along with Cissy, several officers from the British Armed forces and several others involved with both the ongoing construction projects and the impending evacuations.

At the front of the room was a screen, a podium for a speaker and for now a pedestal upon which was a golden cup. Mad-eye Moody was waiving his wand over the cup, noting various magical effects.

"Right then," he said as he finished. "This thing is little more than gold plated pewter. The only active magic on it is a charm that prevents the gold from wearing off or the true nature of the material from being easily detected."

"How did you detect it then?" a voice asked.

"Weight's off," Moody said. "Were this solid gold, it would have been a lot heavier. Clever work though. Whoever made it probably made a mint selling it."

"Why's that?" another voice asked.

"The heraldry," Moody replied. "The designs on the Cup are consistent with the heraldry one would expect of the lost Cup of Helga Hufflepuff, one of the Four Founders of Hogwarts and from that formal magical education in Europe."

"I've already been told it was a fake," Harry said. "Is there anything else?"

"Aye," Moody replied. "Trace signatures of dark magic. Nothing active mind you."

"What kind of Dark Magic?" Padma asked. "We are acutely aware that Britain is overly generous with that label." There were some chuckles in the room.

"I would agree Lassie," Moody said, "but I think we can all agree Necromancy is university evil."

"Necromancy?" Major General Churchill asked.

"Aye," Moody growled, "Death Magic! It is a magic that derives all of its power from death. In its more benign form - which is right nasty, by the way - it derives its source magic from desecration of the dead, which is why we magicals prefer cremation to burial. Its more powerful forms require murder or human sacrifice. It is the bane of our world. Fortunately it is also exceedingly rare and there are very few practitioners as there is but one punishment for even dabbling in it, which is to join the dead yourself.

"More than anything else, Necromancy has been the bane on our kind for thousands of years. In very ancient times, we magicals were the Healers for the world. Our abilities led our kind to lead the religions and faiths. Even in your Bible you see hints of us, those said to be touched by God. But you also see the darkest side of us. The Old Testament says that one should not suffer a witch to live, does it not? Two things about the witch they were talking about. First, she was not a daughter of Israel and second she was most likely a Necromancer. With the rise of Christianity, those who continued the vile practice merely reinforced another problem, that being we magicals were usually the Priests and Priestesses in the non Judeo-Christian beliefs. It was the start of a vicious cycle that led to the Burning Times throughout most of Europe. It is odd to note that very, very few magicals ever faced the pyre. Thousands, if not millions perished, but few if any were actually magical. Most were simply very independently minded women, or they were simply convenient fuel for the fire - or they were Jews."

"This is all very interesting," Harry said, "perhaps you should write? But let's get back on point. You said that cup had been related to Necromancy?"

"Aye," Moody said, "and I use the past tense intentionally. It was once. It is not whatever it was now. All that is left is the taint."

"Could it have been a Horcrux?" Harry asked.

Moody then gave a brief lecture on what a Horcrux was. He concluded by saying: "This cup could have been one, but had it been one I am at a loss as to why it is no longer one yet still remains undamaged. My understanding of that vile magic is the object must be destroyed. I am unaware of another means to break it."

"But it could have been?" Harry asked.

"Possible, not probable," Moody replied.

"Let's ask this another way," Hermione said, "is it entirely impossible that it could never, ever have been a Horcrux?"

"No," Moody conceded. "It has the taint of Necromancy. I can't say it was one, but that taint means as unlikely as it is, it can't be absolutely ruled out."

"Were it still one, could you have detected it?" Hermione asked.

"Aye."

"Could you do those spells on Harry?"

"Aye, but I don't see why."

"Do it," Hermione and Harry said in unison.

Moody did as asked. To the audience, nothing seemed to happen.

"Well?" Harry asked.

"There is a taint of Necromancy," Moody replied. "The signature is almost identical to that on the Cup. Whatever it was, it is gone, but…"

"Has Dumbledore ever asked you to do this before?" Hermione asked.

"Aye," Moody said. "Twice. Once was a few years ago with some book of some sort. Never told me what it was and I had the impression I was merely confirming his findings. The second time was last week. He had this ring thing and had done something to it. In both cases, it was similar to what I've noted here today."

"So the ring thing was not a Horcrux but could have been once?" Hermione asked.

"Aye, if you assume the others were as well."

"I think that confirms our suspicions, don't you Harry?"

"It does indeed," Harry replied.

"Suspicions?" Frank asked.

"I don't trust Dumbledore with most everything," Harry said, "however he has a theory that makes some sense that I was told not long after arriving here. Dumbledore believes Tom Riddle - that's the real name of the one who calls himself Voldemort - made several Horcurxes, any one of which could anchor his soul to this plane and allow for his return. Dumbledore suspected that much for some time, but only received proof following the incident in the Chamber of Secrets were I destroyed a powerful, magical object."

"It was the diary, wasn't it?" Ginny asked in shock.

"Yes Ginny, it was," Harry replied. "What caught Dumbledore attention was not that Riddle had made a horcrux, but how cavalier he seemed to be about it. Most wizards who would attempt such a feat would not have left it lying about or in the possession of even the most loyal follower. However this one was in the possession of Lucius Malfoy. Whether Malfoy knew its true nature is not certain, but he seemed to know it could take possession of a person, which was why he slipped the diary to Ginny. It did as expected and many of the victims of Malfoy's recklessness are in this room. Ginny was possessed and set loose the basilisk. Hermione and Penelope were petrified by the beast. I was nearly killed by it. Anyone here who was at Hogwarts at the time was at risk. But that's history now.

"Riddle's attitude convinced Dumbledore that there was more than one, something which made some sense to me as well. I suspected there was a chance that Malfoy was not the only Death Eater entrusted with one so when I was able to confiscate their vaults, I asked the Goblins to keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. There was more to my request, but anyway the result of the request was they found the forgery before you which has been believed to be the genuine Cup of Hufflepuff for some time and was in the Vault of a family that had no claim to it whatsoever.

"Now the reason we tested that cup is something happened the day I bonded with Hermione. Dumbledore further believed that Riddle 'accidentally' fashioned another Horcrux when he tried to kill me all those years ago. I'm not certain that truly was the case, but if he had made one to many, it is possible he destabilized his soul such that a fragment of it did transfer to me that night. That's what gave me a connection to him.

"Anyway, Hermione combined two very powerful love based rituals upon our bonding. When they completed something happened. I passed out. But more than that, my scar and connection to Voldemort was gone. What we think happened was the love based magic destroyed or released the soul fragment in me and, due to the connection it had with the others, created a chain reaction that destroyed the others. Moody's tests lend credence to this theory."

"As does the fact that Riddle was in a coma for several weeks following," Kingsley added.

"That as well," Harry said. "The evidence now suggests there are no horcruxes."

"So he's mortal?" Frank Longbottom asked.

"Well there's no way to tell short of trying to snuff him, which is still easier said than done."

"And why is that?" Major General Churchill asked.

"He doesn't stick is neck out," Harry said. "He only appears in public when he believes he is invulnerable. To get to him, we either have to allow him to attack with what he believes is overwhelming force, and even then he will be at the rear of the attack, or we have to get through his defenses. We believe his headquarters is both heavily protected magically and heavily defended by his followers. It also has the annoying problem of being hidden so well that it's doubtful his own followers know exactly where it is."

"But your war is with the magical government," Sir Stephen began.

"Indeed," Harry agreed. "As I understand it we have sufficient justification for war as it now stands. As you are aware, Sir Stephen, three things prevent us from moving at this time. First and foremost, we have nothing to move with. I will not place the lives of my people in harm's way unless victory is all but a foregone conclusion. Second, any operations in Britain must be coordinated with Her Majesty's government. We have a good start, but are not yet at a point where we could go in - assuming we had the means - and operate without possible exposure to the non-magicals. Keeping as low a profile as possible is essential for the long term. This requires, as I see it, a professional fighting force that would not appear magical and can function along side the non-magicals. Finally, while my government is justified in taking action right now, I would prefer such action have international support. As vile as the British Magical Government is, the problems are mostly internal. However Voldemort and his following are or should be a concern for the entire magical world. It should also be noted that they are the immediate threat not just to their own people but the world. They must be destroyed, and if in destroying them Britain falls, so much the better."

"So your real target is this Voldemort chap?" Major General Churchill asked. He had been fully briefed but wanted this on the record.

"They are the immediate threat to us all, General," Harry said. "The inability of the Magical British Government to contain that threat is an equal problem, but an essential goal of this war will be the extermination of the Voldemort pestilence."

"Extermination?" Frank asked.

"Moody? Would you explain to our friends how one gets a Dark Mark and becomes a Death Eater?"

"Murder," Moody said, "usually brutal in nature. Torture and rape are encouraged, although not necessary if the initiate is sufficiently callous. Initiates are hardened by participating in raids, usually as rapists or torturers, before being called upon to earn their mark with a kill."

"And the stuff about being bewitched into doing it?"

"Rubbish," Moody growled. "The mark requires the initiate to act of their own free will. What we have are a class of psychopaths who enjoy torture and murder mainly because they don't consider their victims as human. What's worse is once they achieve the mark, they are so seeped in the philosophy and the darkest arts it becomes an addiction. They must kill to survive. Even the werewolves are not that bad."

"But Professor Snape," someone began.

"Rapes his female students," Moody finished. "It's not as satisfying as murder, but he does it often enough that he does not have to physically kill. Killing the spirit can work as well if done often enough."

"What we are dealing with," Harry said, "is a disease, one that if left unchecked will spread and destroy everything. The Death Eaters number in the hundreds as far as we have been able to determine. The majority of them keep a low profile. They are infiltrators as opposed to soldiers. But each and every one of them is a serial killer of the worst sort. They are rabid dogs! Left alone they spread infection and death. Unlike rabies, there is no cure for their affliction. The merciful thing to do is put them down. Unfortunately, it is also necessary because so long as they live no one is safe. The fact that they have been protected by that government and even by Dumbledore shows the whole system is a cancer. Those who bear the Dark Mark are dead men walking. None will survive. The rest will learn that things are not the way they were led to believe. Magical Britain must be destroyed so that it can be rebuilt."

"Are you suggesting a whole sale witch hunt?" Major General Churchill asked.

"No sir," Harry said. "The vast majority of magicals are peaceful and law abiding. Their leadership is an issue and these Death Eaters are the major problem. It is only the Death Eaters who will be hunted down and exterminated. Those who stand with them will be legitimate military targets, but should they be captured, they will be spared for the most part. Unfortunately, the remainder of the population will suffer, as that is the nature of war, is it not?"

"But if they are scattered about, hidden, and all of that, how can you possible find them?" Major General Churchill asked.

"That's easy," Harry said, "we make them find us. Voldemort is not about to look the other way if someone else is playing in his sandbox. Fred?"

Fred Weasley stood and walked to the front of the room. "I'm not about to discuss the details of military tactics," he began, "but we have come up with a few ideas that might work, assuming we have the forces necessary. To begin with, George and I are working on certain portable magical wards that Sappers might use to great advantage and will provoke a response from the enemy when activated. The wards, should they work - and mind you we've only just begun to work on them but as they're not needed yesterday - anyway, should they work, they will be similar to the wards that protect us here. Okay, maybe without the Death bit, but close enough. Erecting these wards might be easy enough. Once they're up, the lands within them are barred to magicals from without, unless they choose to walk. It will also take those lands off the detection grid which is sure to provoke a response from the Ministry … and Voldemort. Harry knows the bastard and he would send out folks to find out why Devonshire is gone."

"Leading them into our troops," Harry said.

"Devonshire?" Major General Churchill asked.

"For example," Harry said. "Our goal would be to take and hold various magical communities, throw up these wards and force the enemy to respond. They would, with your help, run into a force they are not prepared to deal with. Magicals discount guns and such and are foolish to do to. They would probably engage piecemeal and be slaughtered, or so we hope. The extension of this strategy is to drive them north, county by county if necessary. Should the wards work, we should not need to have an occupying force in the rear and can take and hold ground without a huge force. Eventually, and assuming there's still any fight left in them, we can box them in and fall upon them."

"Bloody hell, you've already thought this through?" the General asked.

"I trust the twins to deliver in time," Harry said. "They're bloody brilliant. But this idea is dependent upon their delivering. I'm certain they will, but should they not we would need another idea."

The meeting was then turned over to Colonel Wilson, the SAS Colonel who had at one time served under one Captain Granger. He explained what they were thinking for the Charenwell Army. Mobility was the key, he said. The not yet existent army was not expected to face the Red Army on the North German Plain, but to engage in very mobile warfare and very unconventional warfare by Muggle standards. It was to be an army that was based upon small and highly maneuverable units. The main unit would be a Company of roughly a hundred and seventy men. It would have four platoons, three "strict infantry" with "mostly shooters" but also with a light machine gun section and a sniper section of two men each. The fourth platoon would include their heavy machine guns, sappers and mortars. Each company would also have a dedicated Air Controller to coordinate with the Air Force. This structure was not like that of the British Army, as they tended to organize at much higher levels.

The British Army advisors were still debating the need for artillery. The problem was mobility. The idea was a mobile force that did not have to rely upon motor transport. These were Merlin Club Officers after all. They knew about magical transport and while they understood that magical transport from Charenwell to Britain would be inadvisable at best, within Britain itself was another matter. The thought for now was that the artillery would be on call for support purposes as plans dictated, but the batteries would not be dedicated to any one unit.

The discussion then turned to weapons. The British Army would let the Charenwell folks figure out their magical kit. On the non-magical side, they would provide surplus L1A1 rifles, also know as the FN-FAL, which had been the standard infantry rifle in the British Army until very recently, so there were loads of them in storage. The rifles were long, 7.62mm NATO standard capable of both semi-automatic and full automatic fires. It had been phased out because it generally used a 20 round box magazine and the new ammo was much lighter than the 7.62mm, meaning a soldier with the new rifles could carry more. But that was Muggle thinking, the Colonel said. The Twins had discusses the possibility of replenishing charms such that so long as the charm was active and there was ammunition in the inventory, a soldier could shoot far more than twenty rounds from one magazine. Under ideal conditions, the Twin felt 500 or more rounds per magazine were possible. (Similar enhancements might be possible for the machine guns and maybe the mortar teams.) Thus a soldier could carry fewer magazines than before and still have far more firepower than any soldier on earth at his immediate disposal. Given the range, accuracy, reliability and stopping power of the L1A1 as compared to other weapons, the magically enhanced rifles would be hell on earth for any bad guys.

In addition to the rifles, the Army was prepared to provide them with light machine guns, one for every infantry squad in the infantry platoons. In the Heavy Weapons platoons there would be two light machine guns and four heavies, the American M2 .50 caliber which could do serious damage on most things, like engine blocks and, the Army folks hoped, Giants and dragons and such. It was their goal to give Charenwell the ability to bring overwhelming firepower to bear.

Which led to the Air Force brief. Updating all aircraft avionics, no problem. The planes had been weather restricted. The Air Force types said this was not a problem. They could fight in all weather. They would have the latest avionics, giving them night vision capability, FLIR (Forward Looking Infra Red, which could read heat signatures and allow the pilot to find a target based solely on that), MLD (Magical Looking Detection, something the Twins would work on that would allow a pilot to differentiate between a magical target and a non-magical) and GPS navigation. All of this would actually save weight, a key concern, as the new systems would weigh far less than their World War II systems. There would also be bombing computers and laser designators for the bombs, thus ensuring the bombs would hit a target with a high degree of precision, no dumb bombs, except at low altitude where the targeting system would be at its most effective.

But more critically, the Air Force representatives wanted to re-engine the aircraft. Given the facilities Charenwell already had at RAF Pottersport, all that was truly needed were the new engines. The old, piston driven engines were to be replaced by turbo-props with high efficiency propellers. This would significantly reduce the weight of the aircraft and, as the engines were actually more fuel efficient, increase range for certain. More important for the Air Force types, it meant they could fly on JP-5 as opposed to Aviation Gasoline. JP-5 was highly filtered diesel fuel, as opposed to the much more highly volatile, high octane gasoline. It was safer to store and less likely to explode. It was also cheaper. Even with the enhancements, the Typhoons, Bostons and Spitfires would not be able to stage out of Charenwell and support the Ground Forces wherever they went in Britain. But the RAF and Her Majesty's government would offer air fields (all former bases but now abandoned) for the Charenwell Air Force once the war was on.

It was far more than Harry had hoped for and he thanked the British military profusely. "It's a wonder you acted this quickly," he said.

"Object lesson from you, Sir," Major General Churchill replied. "Besides, you are paying for the extras, thus no need to go to Parliament and get mired in that nonsense."

"Fine then," Harry said, "How soon before I can give you recruits to train?"

"Got a bit to do," the General said. "The Elves and such will make it happen, bloody brilliant they are, but we need ranges, training areas and such. Also need more housing."

"Housing?"

"The lot of us here have families. The base has adequate housing for about two hundred of us. But we will need more. We're all Merlin Club types so we now know you'd be approaching us anyway as we have kids or wives and such at risk in this war. More important, however, is we need enough soldiers and such to train your lot proper. I need four hundred homes and such for my people total."

"Same here," Air Vice Marshal Graham said.

"Fine," Harry said. After all, he was already building a city and such.

"We will also need to recall certain folks to active service," the General said. "In particular…" He nodded to Colonel Wilson who walked to Harry and handed him some papers. Harry read them and handed each to Hermione.

"My father?" she asked. "He's a dentist!"

"He was also a commanding officer in the S.A.S.," the General said. "He has talents beyond fixing teeth we deem invaluable."

"You seem to want him here yesterday," Hermione said.

"As soon as possible," the General agreed. "We have the ability to recall him to active service by virtue of his commission. It's exceedingly rare to do so but…"

"My parents…?" Hermione began.

"It was always the intent to bring them here, Hermione," Harry said. "After all, they already have a house."

"But how do I explain all this?"

Harry chuckled. "I'm sure you'll figure that out. You're too brilliant not to and it's not like they'll be here tomorrow. Your Dad now has a really important job to do and we know your Mum will be needed as well. Not many dental practices around and our non-magicals will need those services. And as they will be concentrated in and around West Farm for now, she could corner the market as it were."

"I do want to see them again, Harry, but…"

"But?"

"What about the other girls? They have families as well and you promised them! It wouldn't be right to bring my parents here and deny that right to others."

"We are not about to bring them here tomorrow, Love. We have time to schedule and bring in others as well."

"Okay."

"How soon can your people move, General?" Harry asked.

"It's up to you folks to bring them in," the general replied. "That being said, with magical help we could pack out in a day. You lot have charms that can shrink and lighten loads and such. Assuming you have the transport, we could begin moving the families of those of us who are already here next week. They are service families after all. Moving on short notice is part of their lives."

"Remus?"

"We have three Q300's and a gate at London City Airport," Remus said. "We can begin moving as soon as you like, but for now only a hundred fifty a day. We're training more aircrews and getting more planes, but that is what we have for now."

"We have the housing for the General's people?"

"More will be needed, although that should not be a problem," Remus said. "The Elves and Goblins are not afraid of a little overtime and our few humans won't complain either. We can begin next week."

"Still," Harry said, "it'll be a week before any units are open for occupancy in Jamestown or at The Manors."

"The military types have housing available on base," Remus said. "The others can begin to arrive in a week or so."

"Need to ramp up our Muggle Born program then," Harry said. "Yes I want the families of ours here sooner rather than later, but we need to begin the Muggle Born Evacuation as soon as housing is available, if we're bringing in these others. Is that a problem?"

"Give us a couple weeks," Remus said. "We can deal with the military families and our wives and such, but we need a couple weeks to begin the evacuation proper, and more housing of course."

"In the interim?" Harry asked. "Our military friends and our own families? How soon?"

Remus looked at the man in the gallery who was introduced as being from the new "Travel Office." He was in charge of the relocation effort. "Milord," he said, "we can begin flights as early as this Thursday assuming they land at RAF Pottersport. Jamestown Airport will not be available for another three weeks."

"As the vast majority of our first arrivals will be living in or near RAF Pottersport, I think that is acceptable for now," Harry said. "Make it so, people. And Bill?"

"Sir?" Bill Weasley asked.

"Make sure your father is on the first flight out."

"Sir!"

"Remus?" Harry asked. When Remus nodded Harry continued. "We will forward to your office the lists of passengers. We will advise them of their departures once we know the possible flight schedules. Is that acceptable?"

"It is indeed, Harry."

"Next item," Harry said, "press releases. Luna?"

"Our articles will be in tomorrows papers here in Charenwell, Harry Dear. The Quibbler goes out on Monday."

"Brilliant! Anything I missed?"

"Sir!" Kingsley said. He then explained the most recent meeting at the Ministry and Umbridge's plan to get around his demands.

"So she wants to send an assault force against us?" Harry asked.

"Fair assessment, Sir," Kingsley replied.

"And the bitch doesn't know about titles?"

"Apparently not, Sir."

"Do we have the list of Concubines?"

"Yes Sir," Kingsley said. "Nearly twelve hundred in the target age range alone. The list alone won't tell you if they're from Charenwell."

"But it gives us other information like full names, birthdays and where they initially went to school?"

"It does."

"Hopefully that is sufficient to find our missing girls and bring them home."

"But Umbridge's plan…"

"Is fatally flawed at its inception," Harry said. "She wants to send enemies though our wards? Suicide, unless they are not truly loyal to her in which case they are well advised to seek political asylum. As for the true girls? If we can get title to them, her plans are for naught from inception. She's basically handing over to us people she can't afford to lose. Can we get clear title to the girls once they are identified?"

"I'm sure it can be arranged," Kingsley said.

"Fine. Get the titles to our missing girls, then let the bitch move forward with her plan."

"Sir?"

"We let them send their fake offerings. We use a remote airfield and remove their wands, as it is common knowledge in Britain that magic mucks with Muggle stuff and airplanes are Muggle stuff. Use the Dakotas as they are largely immune to magic, no real electronics and so on. The disguised Aurors and such will be weaponless when they arrive here, assuming they pass through the wards unharmed. I'd be disappointed if they all did. Anyway, we could use that as an excuse to deal with Umbridge once and for all."

"Once and for all?"

"I think we can deal with her permanently and send a message that Charenwell will not tolerate Magical British politics. If she crosses that line, we'll get our girls back and that bitch will rue the day someone gave birth to her! My Cousin Dudley is a sick fuck. Gave me a movie about chainsaws that would fit nicely here."

"You're not serious, Harry!" Hermione said.

Harry showed her his hand. "The scars are still there and we know she's a piece of work. Wouldn't be surprised if she had the Mark. And I meant what I said. If you are a Death Eater, you already bought yourself a death sentence. If she's not marked, attempting an invasion of my Country is enough to justify retaliation. It justifies war, Hermione. Snuffing her is being kind in comparison."

"I suppose," Hermione said meekly. Harry was right, but she didn't like it at all.

"Anything else?" Harry asked.

"My daughter Martha," Air Vice Marshall Graham said. "She was a witch. She went missing seven years ago just as she finished school. I think she might be a Concubine. Could you help her?"

Harry frowned for a moment, then smiled. "The bad guys know forty-two girls of ours are missing. They don't know that sixteen have been recovered. You do realize if we find her she will need to be bound to a wizard?"

Air Vice Marshall Graham nodded. "I trust it will be like what I see here. I trust she could be happy and my family could be together again."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Harry said. "If she's on the list, we'll bring her back."

"Thank you, Sir!"

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 16.* 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).
10. Kathryn Marie (O'Fallon) Black Potter, age 16 (SP-5).

1. Narcissa (Cissy) Black, age 33 (Sl-5); Coven Bonded.

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) Weasley, 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) Weasley, age 15 (Gr-4).
12. Agnes Gabrielle (Martin) Weasley, age 15 (Hu-4).
13. Morgan Laura Carlson, age 14 (Hu-3).
14. Francine Sally Broadmoor, age 14 (Ra-3).

Neville Algicyrus Longbottom, age 16.*
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) Longbottom, age 14 (Hu-3).
10. Megan Allison (Jones) Longbottom, age 16 (Hu-5).
12. Leanne Lucille (Tinker) Longottom, age 17 (Gr-6).
13. Lavender Sue (Brown) Longbottom, age 16 (Gr-5).
14. Natalie Mae McDonald, age 14 (Gr-3).

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) Weasley, age 15 (Gr-4).
11. Simone (Fanning) Weasley, age 15, (Hu-4).
12. Jessica (Jessie) Bates, age 14 (Gr-3).
13. Jennifer Lynn Faulken, age 14 (Hu-3).
14. Patsy Tennyson, age 14 (Ra-3).
15. Mary Simone Tennyson, age 14 (Ra-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) Weasley, age 15 (Hu-4).
10. Pamela Ray (Adams) Weasley, age 15 (Ra-4).
11. Selene Adams, age 13 (Ra-2).
12. Betsy (Watson) Weasley, age 14 (Gr-3).
13. Elaine Lucinda Manning, age 14 (Hu-3).
14. Michelle Eliza Graham, age 13 (Gr-2).

Lord Mayor Remus John Lupin, age 36.
1. Stephanie Mia (Rogers) Lupin, age 24 (SG); CONSORT.
2. Sarah Michelle (Hanson) Lupin, age 21 (SG).*
3. Amelia Renee (Carpenter) Lupin, age 21 (SG).*
P
4. Tara Frances (Marks) Lupin, age 20 (SG-5).*
5. Christy (Matthews) Lupin, age 19 (SG).
6. Ellie Beth (Mitchell) Lupin, 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) Longbottom, age 17 (SD-5).

* - Indicates in flight training RDCAF.