wmipart10 The Werewolves' Magic Institute
By Admiral Albia

In which everything goes horribly wrong...

Disclaimer; I own nothing except the plot and any characters you don't recognize from the books. It's very simple. Jiggy McCue (and the other Musketeers) belong to the great god Michael Lawrence, the rest belongs to the great goddess J.K. Rowling.

My heartfelt gratitude to Caitlin Black. A better beta-reader I could not ask for.

Chapter 10; Big Families and Bigger Problems
"So... that's Phil Lupin, Moona Weasley, Neville Shortbum and Harry Potter?" Remus sighed.
"Not quite. You got Harry Potter right, but..."
"Excuse me. Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet. Is it true that -"
"Push off, Rita," Sirius growled as Hermione came up and whispered something in the reporter's ear. Rita went white.
"Fine... I'll... er... just be off..."
"You have got to tell me how you did that," Sirius said admiringly to Hermione, who blushed and shrugged.
The Dining Hall at the WMI was chaos. It had been the nearest big room to get the news across to the families not to panic, everything possible was being done. Unfortunately, the Ministry representatives - who included Fudge since this was Harry Potter's kidnap - hadn't yet reached a decision about what they were going to do, and Remus was running out of things to say.
"No, Mrs. Weatherby, you can't go in... neither can you, Pat... no, I'm sorry, you can't... gosh, shoddily-made broom handles, well I never... Yes, Mrs. Weatherby, I am listening to you... no, you can't go in..."

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...therefore I urge you to consider the minimum standard thickness of cauldron bottoms and increase your productions accordingly. If you do not this Department may be forced to confiscate your Magical Item Production Licence.


[Percival Weasley]

Percy sighed and re-read his letter. It would probably have as much effect as the other two hundred and fifty-seven he'd already sent, but that wasn't the point. He signed it, put it into an envelope and headed down to the Owlery.
"Yeah, that's right, Weatherby. Not Weasley..." Percy stopped. It wouldn't hurt to listen to what people said about him behind his back, after all.
"For once. I was beginning to think that'd be the only decent name I'd hear in connection with `Harry Potter`."
"Well, whatever. This second to last Weatherby kid's been kidnapped by You-Know-Who, and we have to do something because Harry Potter's probably with him. Or her. God, these kids do get into trouble, don't they?"
"Yeah. Still, think about it. If we find this kid, we could get to meet The Boy Who Lived..."
"D'you think I should bring my autograph book?"
"If you can fit it into your Aurorkit, sure. I'll try to pack mine, too..."
"Don't forget, we have to go the the Werewolves' Magic Institute for some reason."
Percy stared at the door, cauldron bottoms forgotten for once in his life. When the Aurors exited their office thirty seconds later, the only evidence that Percival Weasley had been there was a carefully addressed envelope containing a warning about the lower regions of cauldrons.
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Percy re-Apparated into the Weasley kitchen and nearly landed on top of his mother.
"What - Percy! What's happened?"
"Ron's been kidnapped by Death Eaters," Percy said as fast as he could. "I overheard two Aurors talking about it and they called him Weatherby but they said second-to-youngest and that he was with Harry when he got kidnapped, oh yeah Harry's gone too, and they're going to the Werewolves' Magic Institute to sort it out and oh my God I left my letter on the floor!"
"Ron? Kidnapped? By Death Eaters?"
"Yeah, probably because he was with Harry `cos Harry's been kidnapped and-"
"Go and get your father. Now. Then Apparate up to Hogsmeade, go to Hogwarts and pull Fred, George and Ginny out of class, then Floo straight back down here. BILL! CHARLIE!" The eldest Weasley sons appeared, together with Bill's fiancee Christina and Penny Clearwater.
"Mum? What's happened?"
"Perce? What're you doing out of work?"
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"Look, Mrs. Weatherby, I'm as upset as you are, but..."
"How can you be?" Mrs. Weatherby demanded. "You've never had children, let alone lost them to bastards like that!"
Remus just looked at her. When she failed to get the point, he said softly, "My sister was killed by her husband - who claimed to be in love with her - simply for being a werewolf. I believed two of my best friends dead for nearly fourteen years because of Peter Pettigrew. And my nephew - who I have raised since he was two weeks old - has just been kidnapped by Death Eaters. Mrs. Weatherby, I know what you're feeling."
Mrs. Weatherby stared at him, then said "Oh" very quietly and turned away. It was at this point that Sirius tapped Remus on the shoulder.
"D'you want me to take over?"
"No, thanks. Oh, no, Anna, what is it now?"
"Ummm... well, it's kinda confusing... should I show them in?"
"What is it?" Before Anna could answer, however, the door burst open.
"Right! What's being done?" A strangely familiar voice said. Ron spun round.
"Mum! What're you doing here?" His mother blinked.
"Ron? What... how... I thought you'd been kidnapped!"
"Huh? Me? No, that's Harry. I'm fine... ow, Mum, gerroff!"
"Phew," Remus commented to James. "I thought I had another bombardment coming there..." As he spoke, a large firework display started in the middle of the floor.
"FRED! GEORGE!" Two enraged mothers screeched in unison.
"JAMES!!!! SIRIUS! REMUUUUUS!!!!" Lily screamed.
"What?" Came the simultaneous reply from James, Sirius, Remus, Fred, George, Freda and Georgina. The two sets of twins blinked, and stared at each other while everyone else stared at them.
Freda made the first move. "Hi. I'm Freda Weatherby, call me Fred, this is Georgina."
"Call me George."
"Hi," Fred said. "I'm Fred Weasley, but you can call me George."
"And I'm George Weasley, but you can call me Fred."
"OK," Freda said. "Fred..."
"Yeah?" Fred said.
"Huh? No, not you, George, I'm talking to Fred!"
"Which George, Fred?" Georgina asked with a mischievous gleam in her eye.
"Which Fred, George?" Freda and Fred asked in unison, before all four burst out laughing. Ron could just be heard muttering `Mental` above the sound.
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"Oh, dear," a voice said. Neville looked up to see a face which he recognised vaguely from photographs published in the Daily Prophet. It was Peter Pettigrew.
"Is something the matter?" A man's voice asked, and another face which he didn't recognise came and looked down into his sack.
"Who is this?" Pettigrew asked.
"Peter Pettigrew."
"Huh?"
"This is Peter Pettigrew." The man gestured to the other sacks, which had now all been opened to reveal Harry, Paul and Mona. "And that's James Potter, Remus Lupin, that weird girl who none of them like..."
"Lily," the real Peter murmured in spite of himself. "Um. Would you ask Lord Voldemort to come up here, please? Right away? Say we've got a hitch, but -" he half-glanced at Harry before continuing "- if all goes well it might get smoothed out. But I want him up here anyway. For... advice." The man nodded and left.
"What the hell is going on?" Mona demanded. "Why us? I can understand him," she jerked her head in Harry's direction, "but the rest of us?"
"It's a mistake," Peter said helplessly. "It wasn't meant to be you... or even Harry, come to that. They're just... so... damn... stupid!"
"Let us go then," she said.
"Can't. At least not without permission. You'll have to wait."
"Hey, I know you!" Paul said suddenly. "You're that bastard who got his parents killed!"
"I do have a name," Harry said tetchily. He had a headache coming on and he rather suspected it wouldn't go away until he got out of the building and away from Voldemort... if ever.
"How do you know?" Peter demanded of Paul.
"My uncle told me about you. Once he'd finished ranting about that other guy..."
"Your... oh, no. Are you Paul Luphunt?"
"Yeah."
"Great," Peter muttered. "Just peachy."
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"I see," Lord Voldemort said. "They've kidnapped the wrong generation. I see. Pray tell, Wormtail, what was the good point in this?"
"Um. They got Harry Potter, my lord. We could use him to bring Sirius in before killing him. And they also got Remus' nephew - that could bring Remus, and then if we caught him Sirius would have to come."
"Very true, Wormtail. Very true..."
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"So, who's coming?" Sirius called above the noise. Owing to the Ministry's complete incompetence, the Marauders had finally taken matters into their own hands and were organising a rescue party. At once several hands shot up. Remus groaned.
"Ron, Hermione, Anna, Indus, all other people under eighteen down there, I'm sorry, but you just can't come!"
"Well, I'm coming whether you like it or not," Mrs Weasley declared over four grumbling teenagers.
"And me," Emilily and Mike said in unison.
"So... that's me, James, Sirius, Remus, Mrs Weasley, Emilily and Mike," Lily said, noting down the next few names.
"Any more and we'll be spotted in two minutes," James said pointedly.
"Uh-oh," Sirius said.
"What?"
"Well, actually it's me, Lily, you, Remus, Mrs Weasley, Emilily, Mike, Binary, Buckbeak, Tkaa, Bria and Felix," Sirius explained. "And possibly Milton."
"Pardon my asking, but... how the... heck are we going to get Binary into the Knight Bus?"
Unnoticed in the general planning, Ron motioned to Hermione, Anna and Indus and led them out of the hall.
"Easy. She walks in. I can always shrink her if she needs it..."
Not on your life, dearest Sirrikins. Remember who's got the horn.
"... or maybe not."
"I still don't get what's happened with Mona, Paul and Neville," Remus said. "I mean, look at them!" he gestured to the photos arranged on the table in front of them. Suddenly, Mike froze.
"Haaang on a second. Sirius. Do you have a photo of you four when you were fifteen or so? And possibly Lily too?" Sirius nodded. "Can you go and get them? Thanks. Remus? Photo of that boy with the funny ears?"
"Indus? I'll go and get one."
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"Ron, what is it?" Ron turned round and indicated that they should all get into a huddle.
"Listen. They're going on the Knight Bus, right?" The others murmured assent. "And we want to go and help them, right?" Again, murmurs of assent. "So why don't we call up the Knight Bus just before they go, get on, pay then say that we want to go to the same place as the party of seven humans and assorted animals that's going to call it up in a second? We'd get to go and once we'd got there they wouldn't be able to turn back."
"They're going to book the Bus, though," Anna said. "That means no-one else can use it."
"Yeah... but it still gets called up! We can just say we're the first half of the party."
"Ron..." Indus stopped briefly as his mouth threatened to mutate, then continued, "that is sheer genius!"
"I'm forced to agree," Anna said as Hermione nodded. Ron's ears went pink.
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When the four sidled back into the Hall, they discovered the entire company bent over a series of photos lying on the table.
"See? That's Lily in fifth year. That's Mona in fifth year - as she is now. Observe."
"Oh, Lord," Sirius was heard to say.
"...and we all know Harry looks like James..." Remus said ponderingly, "and people are always saying Paul looks like me..."
"And Neville's got that same kind of quivering terror about him as Peter," Emilily said. "I'm sorry, Mrs Longbottom, but it's true."
"So why Indus' photo?" Sirius asked.
"Think about it. We have Harry as James, Paul as Remus, Mona as Lily and Neville as Peter. Who's left."
"...me... oh, no. No... NO!"
"What's so bad about looking like Indus?" Remus asked.
"It's not that. It's that this, basically, is a kidnapping scheme gone horribly wrong. In fact, it's gone so wrong it's going to go right."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Tomorrow, ten am. Everyone be there."
"Right."
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A/n; *giggles* Well. The rescue mission starts next chapter! And I'm warnin' y'all, it's going to be chaos. No, siriusly, it is.
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