[a/n0] GO USA Olympic Team! I especially enjoy women soccer. Of course there's a few other countries I'll root for if USA isn't in medal contention. [a/n]TitusVorenus:Something I haven't seen is a post-Battle of Hogwarts' fic where the muggleborns and the Crown-loyalist half-bloods decide to take up arms against the purebloods as a whole without distinction of whether they were light or dark and decided to eradicate them.
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A large muscle-bound-blond-haired man angrily pushed open the office door of Vice Commander Harry Potter's office and shouted "You know I thought after we beat Voldemort, the world would get better! Well nothing's bloody changed!"
"Dennis, mate, what happened?" the famous wizard was out of his chair in an instant. His reflexes were up to the task of catching a scroll that bounced off his desk.
His wand was out, but it went flying. Dennis Creevey was good, but not that good "Sorry, Harry, I'm just sick of this whole system. And that especially includes your father-in-law's alleged Muggle Protection Act."
"I'll help if I can, you know that." Harry promised as he handed back the wand "I can't believe Arthur would do anything against Muggles."
To this, the formerly mousy Gryffindor snorted "Then you're still as blind as I used to be. The Toad is using that clause to get MY wife arrested. My Muggle wife. The girl I've loved since before I knew I was a wizard."
"Umbridge?" asked Harry disbelievingly "I thought her and her Commission were abolished."
Seeming to deflate, Dennis sighed "Not exactly your fault. I know it's not your department. But still, I swear the only crime Julie committed was marrying me."
"I've been so focused on the mess here." Lamented Harry "I'd need to be three people to clean it out. Solve one problem two more crop up. But that's not your worry. Let's see this scroll. Hmmmm…an old friend of mine."
In minutes Mafalda Hopkirk was facing two angry wizards "My Lord, whatever can I do for you. And your associate."
"I've gone out of my way to avoid you, Miss Hopkirk." Harry's tone was cold "I did not exactly have positive interactions with you growing up. Have i?"
She knew exactly what he was talking about "I assure you, superior sir, I was only enforcing the law."
"And exactly how did my …as you call him, associate's… Muggle wife break the Statute of Secrecy? This is your signature. More to the point, how did I not know as Auror regulations mandate senior command be informed of direct contact with Muggles?" his tone was fierce.
Mafalda looked nervous "Mr. Potter, you must understand, arrest warrants are not issued without a meticulous investigation. And as for- -"
"More to the point, Mr. Creevey here does not even know where his wife is. I will have that information." His tone promised trouble.
The witch shook her head, now panicky "It's a secure area! Even under Fidelus! I know it but I CANT tell you!"
"Legilimens!" the law had been changed, actually, by Harry. But the situation seemed serious enough. What he found was even worse than he imagined.
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Two weeks later, Harry Potter's apartment hosted an interesting meeting. One that was as noteworthy in who was NOT there as who was. Dean Thomas hadn't wanted to sit in the same room with the man who stole Ginny from him for two years. Justin Finch-Fletchley had never been friendly anyway, but he generally avoided close contact with the Wizarding World's hero, even within the DA. Penelope Clearwater was there, whom they hadn't seen since her breakup with Percy. Otherwise, it was a reunion of Dumbledore's Army. Absences that were soon commented on as Harry quieted them were ALL the Weasleys, Angelina Johnson, Cormac McLaggen, Ernie MacMillan, Lee Jodan, Cho Chang, Marietta Edgecombe Zach Smith and Romilda Vane who were no longer considered members anyway, Neville Longbottom and the Patil twins.
"First, let's again say to Dennis how sorry we are for his loss." Harry, as acknowledged leader and used to adult authority spoke easily "And, yes, not ALL the DA is here. It was Julie's death behind why. I'm sure you've noticed …if you think about it… none of the Purebloods are here. Dennis, you want to repeat what you said that day?"
The young widower didn't even take a breath "The whole thing is rotten."
"It is. My investigation proved it." Said Harry, before anyone could object.
Hermione did "But decent people are in charge now, well mostly. And what investigation? I haven't heard about any. Not even rumors, nor a word from you." There was betrayal in her expression.
"I'm suppressing it. The only written records are in a shrunken trunk I keep in my pocket. You lot are the only people I'm telling. I know Dennis was speaking from anger, but it's totally true." Harry looked around grimly.
Again, Hermione protested in a reflex to her in-laws and husband "But surely Dad- -"
"He's among the worst, because it's not as obvious." Harry was prepared for this "Second Year I think, might've been First, Ron told me quote he loves Muggles thinks they're fascinating. At best a pet owner talking about his dog, at worst some lab owner talking about an experimental rat. And some of his comments, looking back, make me wonder. Plus there's the evidence I've collected the last couple weeks. You can learn a lot when they don't know you're there."
A thoughtful Susan asked "How?"
"Ironic you'd speak first." He didn't quite smile "Given your connection to the centers of power. Because you'd be especially useful in my plan. I'll get to that in a minute. It's been three years since the Battle of Hogwarts. How much has changed? Really?"
The assembled group all cross-talked with those closest. Anthony Goldstein, who was doing particularly well wanted to know "Howso?" Dean was nodding, his painting business was soaring.
"I have hundreds of examples that you can all read. But just for now, take Lavender Brown. Pureblood. Died pretty horribly protecting those kids from Greyback. Order of Merlin, 1st Class. And I totally support that award. Fred Weasley too. How come Dennis' brother, Colin, didn't get one?" Harry's eyes swept the group "How about jobs? All things being equal doesn't a Pureblood get what they want over a Halfblood? A Halfblood over a Muggleborn?"
Hermione had the perfect sample from literature "Like in 1984 by George Orwell, the Low, the Middle and the High. Here with Purebloods the High for a millennium." And many of them who'd read it nodded.
"And are you suggesting the restructure as quoted in it?" asked former Ravenclaw Terry Boot.
Hannah Abbott reacted furiously. She'd read the book "You're talking about murder! The system isn't perfect! But I LOVE Neville! I'm leaving!"
"Avada Kedavra!" the green flash came from Susan and her lifelong friend crumpled. The redhead Hufflepuff didn't do a great job of hiding her regret "Augusta is in charge of the Wizengamot, and Neville looks to succeed in thirty or forty years. He'll never accept it."
There was a shocked silence, then Harry spoke "Glad you see it my way. Think you can do more?"
"You're suggesting WE kill the Weasleys!" Hermione immediately realized, though she made no effort to go for her wand or leave.
Harry nodded grimly "I'll regret Luna, but Xeno deserves it. He betrayed us. You don't all have to agree, but I'll need Unbreakables that you won't reveal what we're doing. Face it, the Weasleys could repopulate Purebloods in another generation."
"I read that book. Dad insisted before I even started Hogwarts." Seamus interjected accusingly "You setting yourself up as Big Brother."
Harry shook his head, not having read 1984 but smart enough to have thought that out "I'm no junior dark lord. I don't want power. We do this, we turn ourselves in at Buckingham or #10 Downing."
The details took a month to organize, but it all happened in hours. Death and destruction was everywhere. Diagon Alley. It started with an apparently 10-year old boy walking into Ollivanders' and a green flash. Though not so much Knockturn; people there weren't the sort that were a threat. The large conference room at Hogwarts exploded during the weekly faculty meeting. The Muggle-Born Registration Commission no longer existed, officially, but that didn't stop its members from meeting. Mafalda Hopkirk Albert Runcorn and Dolores Umbridge were found Crucioed to insanity. An emergency meeting of the Wizengamot was ended by a Fiendfyre spell.
When a couple dozen witches and wizards presented themselves to the Queen, the only Purebloods still alive on Britain were either too old or too young to maintain power.
