Chapter 16: Arriving home and the private discussion, a secret dark muggle mission, and father and son meet while having an ale and supper.
Saturday, September 15th, 2018, 5:00 PM
Jimmie and Goodnight appeared out of the floo of the inglenook fireplace in the great hall of Potter Manor behind Harry and Daphne. The two followed the elder Potters into the media room in order to relax, and have a drink before supper.
Harry made himself a drink and poured Daphne and Goodnight a glass of wine. Jimmie, on the other hand, opened a bottle of Belgian Tripel from St Austell Brewery, which is a strong pale ale between 8 to 12% alcohol that his father kept on hand. He stretched out in the wingback chair next to his father, and with a casual poke of his wand, he lighted the kindling in the fireplace.
As the four discussed their day's work, and as Harry took the last sip of his cognac, he looked over at his son.
"Jim," Harry said, "you don't care to play your ol' man a few games of eight ball in the billiards room before supper, do you?"
"No, Da'," Jimmie said as he stood and followed Harry out of the media room. He followed him across the great hall, and through the doorway to the entrance hall, where Harry opened the door to the billiards room just across the entrance hall in the corner.
Once Harry closed the door, Jimmie knew something was up. "What's up, Da'?"
Here, Harry sighed, as he looked at his eldest son. He didn't really want to drag him into this, but this was something he wanted to keep private.
"Son, I have a little visit to make on a perp, and I need backup," Harry explained. "I'll need you to stay outside, and monitor the perp's home for any visitors while I'm inside having a little talk with him.
"We'll be in disguise using glamour charms, and I'll be using the cloak to enter. You'll disillusion yourself, where you'll monitor things outside, and if any trouble arises, just tell me in my earpiece. I'm pretty sure they have guards in the gatehouse, and they have security cameras about."
"Who is this perp?" Jimmie inquired.
"He's the CEO of a big pharma company, who's named Nathan Friedman, and he's been up to no good," Harry explained, "and he and his wife are muggles. He's also tied to Abazi, and has been taking a lot of money from him, so, your mum asked me to have a little talk with him, and take care of the matter."
Jimmie studied Harry for a moment. "Take care of it how, exactly?"
"Just a little threat," Harry said with a smirk. "I'll explain more tomorrow after we leave. They live around Titness Park at Sunninghill near Ascot in Berkshire on Mill Lane, and it's a gated community. They've not lived there that long. I want you to be here at three in the afternoon and bring your laptop, as we know they'll be in residence by then.
"Now, grab a cue, and break 'em."
Jimmie did and broke the racked balls. Finally, there was a question burning in his mind that he just had to know the truth of. "Da', where is all this muggle trouble stemming from today?"
The question caused Harry to miss his first shot, where the cue rolled into the rail. Here, he sighed, took off his glasses, and wiped his eyes. "Everything goes back to the reformation, and Henry VIII, believe it or not." Here, Harry walked over to one of the three large windows that overlooked the front grounds, before he took a seat on the leather sofa underneath the mounted zebra and mountain nyala's (balbok, which is an antelope found in high altitudes of central Ethiopia) mounted heads.
"Grab me a tripel, Jim, and have a seat."
Jimmie got his da' an ale, and took a seat beside him, where he waited.
"It starts with the Dissenters, which includes several religious dissenter groups in the UK and Europe, as well as the rebellion by the commoners when the landed gentry fenced off the commons. That is where the 'no one should own property' idea came from, as the commoners lost their grazing lands over the enclosure. That is where property ownership starts for everyone, but before that is their commoners' utopia, and the 'golden age' they speak of.
"The Dissenters included, let's see, the Diggers, here, who were from the Quakers, along with the Anabaptists, the Amish, and Mennonites, the Barrowists, the Behmenists, the Brownists, the Enthusiasts, the Familists, the Fifth Monarchists, the Grindletonians, the Levellers, who were pretty much the Diggers, the Muggletonians from the Ranters, the Puritans, the Philadelphians, the Ranters themselves, the Shakers, the Sabbatarians, the Seekers, and the early Socinians, who have ties to the Radical Hussites. The Unitarians came from them as well, and the Arabs have Bábism that sprang from it.
"They were called dissenters because they disagreed with established religion and government. A dissenter is one who disagrees in opinion, belief, and other matters. The English Dissenters opposed state interference in religion and founded their own churches, schools, and communities as in communes. Some emigrated to the New World, especially to the Thirteen Colonies and Canada. As an example, the Brownists founded the Plymouth colony. English dissenters played a big role in the religious development of the United States, and some of their beliefs later bled over into the Anglicans who ushered in Christian Socialism.
"The Anabaptists were also somewhat associated with the Jewish over their kibbutzim, and the Amish and Mennonite communities, in particular, have been compared to the Hasidic Jewish communities.
"The Dissenters were behind the witch hunts in the US as well, and the idea of the commune or communal living and co-op came from them. Many didn't believe in owning private property over the commons, which they thought should be owned by the 'community,' and shared. Everything would be cooperative between them as well. Many of these sects died away because this scheme hardly ever works."
"Ah," Jimmie remarked, "I see where this is now leading."
"Yes," Harry continued, "Owen was famous for adopting that lifestyle into his textile mill up in Scotland at New Lanark. They looked at it as acquiring cheap labor, because if they supplied the housing, the laborers wouldn't require as much payment, and they could control them easier. Also, he came up with paying them in company script, which could only be spent in his company store. He also had the idea of indoctrinating their children, while very young, into this lifestyle, and he set up a system of humiliation on the mill's floor for those that he didn't see as productive enough. Here, both parents had to work, as well as the children after a certain age. It was a communal workhouse.
"Engels was a great admirer of this money-making racket," Harry explained, "since he was in the textile business, and Marx obtained many of his ideas from it. Is it any wonder that they supported compulsory labor, just as Babeuf and others did in Revolutionary France?"
"Wasn't Owen the one that traveled to the states?" Jimmie inquired.
"Yup," Harry replied, "and he tried to sell his idea to Jefferson and the others in Congress. He tried setting up a workhouse commune sixteen times, and each failed spectacularly, which his sons wrote about. He finally hightailed it back to London in the end.
"However, the mining companies picked up on his ideas, which led to company script, company housing, and company stores, which the first labor unions fought so hard to stop. Here is where these ideas took root with Hamilton's Federalists, who supported big business, central banking, and a big brother central government. Textile mills also made New York City explode in growth and become very wealthy, along with many smaller cities in New England besides mining. After that, Federalism pushed for these ideas in the factories, etc. Ford was an advocate of these methods in his factories.
"It is Federalism, Jimmie, and Atlanticism after WWII, which created the EU. It's like a growing cancer, in that it wants to spread everywhere, and take control. They call it 'spreading liberal democracy,' but it's at the end of a gun barrel. Federalism is nationalistic, but it wants to take over other nations as well. This was what Thomas Jefferson and his Old Republicans rose up against all those years ago, and tried to quell. Today's muggle GOP in the US, just like the Tories here, favor Federalism, thus, the Anglo-American Establishment and the 'special relationship.' The left-wing is no better in either nation and is even more authoritarian now, even though they were first against the EU here.
"The Federalists had lost their party under Jefferson's Democratic-Republicans, you see, but Madison started siding more with the Federalists toward the end of his presidency, due to the War of 1812, by instituting another national bank and high tariffs. The old Federalists joined his faction, where they later became the Whig Party under Clay, which used the symbol of an owl, and then they later became the GOP under Lincoln. They were not Jefferson's Old Republicans, who had become the Democratic Party under Jackson. No, they were Federalists.
"It wasn't just slavery that led to their Civil War, either, Jim, but a multitude of things which were brought about by these rising Federalists, such as the Tariff of Abominations, and the want for a huge central government with a standing army. The Federalists hated state's rights as well and wanted the states to be something like a county or shire.
"After the war, reconstruction began, and the Federalists in the GOP, especially those who were corrupt and known as the Radical Republicans, did everything they could to destroy Jeffersonian Republicanism, and humiliate the south, or anyone that believed in it in the north. They still speak of southerners as uncultured swine, which is a huge lie as you well know.
"Slavery was wrong and horrible, don't get me wrong, but it was in the north as well, so, don't let them fool you. Many northerners didn't want the slaves released and coming there, which is why Liberia was formed. Lincoln backed that as well, which was the way it was back then. Lincoln was far from being the saint that he is as made out to be.
"Anyhow, after the war, the north sent in the carpetbaggers, who brought with them northern federalist politics, and it was forced upon the south. Later on, this led to the Bourbon Democrats that represented big business interests and supported banking and railroads, but they were opposed to subsidies for them and were unwilling to protect them from competition at that time. Their 28th president was one of them, but he also became a progressive, which was a mix of Federalism and Socialism. After that, Progressivism, which was started by the Christian Socialists, was within both political parties and in their ivy league schools, which was tied to the Anglicans and others. It was here in Oxford as well.
"That was until 1910," Harry continued, "where between then and 1912, the GOP booted out the progressives and tried to restore the party back to a more Jeffersonian belief system, where they were anti-war. That didn't last, though, as, during WWII, the progressives started flooding back into the party, and they created the New Right after taking the power away from the Old Right. MI-6 helped that along from their pro-war propaganda base in New York City while working with FDR's private spy organization, 'The Room.' The progressive New York Intellectuals also created Neoconservatism, which was responsible for all the wars from Korea to Iraq, as well as Atlanticism and the UN. This lot was also strongly tied to Trotsky's movement as well. Beforehand, they created the League of Nations, which they said didn't go far enough in being all-controlling, and that, Jim, is why we're also very leery of the ICW, and they are much older."
"What was this about the Atlanticists?" Jimmie asked.
"They wanted to create a union between North America and Europe," Harry explained, "and they were behind creating NATO, the UN, and the EU. They were formed from the Atlantic Charter between the UK and US, and they would love to have one huge 'progressive' or socialistic centralized federal government to control it all, where all the states in North America and Europe are combined under it."
At Jimmie's shocked look, and then his slow nod of understanding, Harry stood and opened the door. "Come on, Jim, I'm now starving!" Here, the two made their way to the kitchen to join Daphne and Goodnight.
On the way out, something was plaguing Jimmie about that perp's address his father mentioned, but he couldn't peg just what it was. Ah, well, Jimmie thought, he would find out tomorrow.
As the two walked through the back hall, Harry snorted. "You know what, Jim? The conspiracy theorists, and some political activist groups, blame all this on the Illuminati and other fraternal orders to fool the uneducated. Some of those orders originate from these religious dissenter groups, which they never mention, as the Dissenters were the true perps. That is the difference between fiction and fact!
"Funnily enough," Harry continued, "the GOP in the US does have a cultish club out in California, which is close to San Francisco called the Bohemian Grove, where the politicos, wealthy CEOs, and the press meet at a camp for three weeks a year. There, they have a cult-like ceremony under a giant concrete owl, where they sacrifice 'care,' which harkens back to the Whig Party. Federalist much?"
Here, Harry pushed the kitchen door open and smiled at his wife and daughter-in-law. "Everyone hungry?"
Sunday, September 16th, 2018, 3:00 PM
Jimmie arrived on time and opened his laptop upon his father's desk after Harry shut the door. Harry directed him to search for Titness Park at Sunninghill at one of the search engine's online maps. They found it, and Harry had Jimmie switch it to "satellite view," where Harry pointed out the large manor house that they would be traveling to.
Here, Jimmie was surprised, when he asked: "Isn't that the old Russian oligarch's house? The one that ended up dead?"
Here, Harry smirked. "Yup, and that is where we're going. Now, let's find a place to apparate to, and we'll take brooms from there." Here, Harry also pointed out the old gatehouse, and where Jimmie should station himself behind the curved wall, which was just west of there at the gate.
They looked at several spots using the street-view, until Harry picked a place, and memorized the surroundings. It was at Saint Michael and All Angels Church, and they would fly east-northeast toward their target by traveling just north of the Imperial College London Silwood Park. One couldn't miss the huge manor house, as it sat beside a lake.
Two light pops occurred just outside the old Anglican church in the cemetery. They arrived close to two tombs behind the church that was next to a non-lighted lamp on a stone pillar. The two wizards, father, and son were dressed in all black, from their Balmoral Bonnets to their black brogans on their feet.
Harry mounted his broom, and Jimmie did as well, where they took to the air. Jimmie rode close by his father, so he could watch for his hand signals.
It was now almost dark, but both could make out the manor house in the distance, so Harry held his hand up to stop. Both did, and here, Harry looked over at Jimmie.
"How good is your Disillusionment Charm?"
Jimmie tapped the crown of his head with his wand, but Harry could still see a flicker here and there. "Not good enough," Harry said in a low voice. "Cancel it, and I'll apply it."
Jimmie did just that, and Harry tapped him on his noggin with the Elder Wand, which caused a really cold feeling to spread over him. "Now," Harry said, "move around a bit."
Jimmie did, and he was completely invisible.
"Cast a silencing spell on your feet," Harry ordered, "and head over to your position. Remember, if you see or hear anything, warn me over our radio link."
"I will," came an invisible voice, and with a pat on Harry's shoulder, he knew that his son had flown off.
Harry sat on his broom for a moment and studied the manor house's surroundings before he took off, and aimed his broom down toward the rear of the home. Here, he placed his disillusioned Firebolt against the doorframe, and with a quick twitch of the Elder Wand, the rear French doors unlocked. Harry threw his invisibility cloak over him for good measure, silenced his feet, opened the door on the left, and walked inside where he next cast a quick revealing charm.
The spell led Harry to a small movie theatre in one of the lower rooms of the house just off the drawing-room. Both of the Friedmans were shown to be inside, so Harry silenced the door, and eased it open. The two were watching Eugenie from 1970, which was tied to de Sade and perversion with a young girl on an island. Harry also noticed that the small theatre was one of the most garish rooms that he had ever seen.
At the back, and up two steps was a long sofa covered in a leopard-skin print upholstery. However, the recliners sitting on the red carpet were made of a dark purple classic crushed velvet upholstery. The room's walls were covered in a creme and gold floral-patterned wallpaper, and the ceiling was covered in small mirrored tiles. Harry noticed the large portrait of a monarch butterfly on the wall as well. Here, Harry gritted his teeth at their vulgar taste, and the butterfly showed their connection to Voodoo, or mainly their partaking in Día de los Muertos (The Day of the Dead) while on their trips. He'd bet they enjoyed the sex acts that followed too.
Harry closed the door without a sound, and aimed the Elder Wand at the wife, where he confunded her, and then put her to sleep. When his mark noticed this, he hit him with a Petrification Curse, and then took his cloak off, as well as his disillusionment charm. He was still under a glamour charm, and he looked to be a man in his sixties with greying hair.
Harry walked in front of the perp, and quickly unfroze his head, but silenced him before Harry leaned back against the purple recliner in front of the man. Here, Harry gave the man a huge smile full of teeth like a shark, as the man's mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out no matter how hard he tried to yell.
"Nobody can hear you, mate," Harry said, as he waved the Elder Wand around and warded the room, "and you and I need to have a long talk.
"You see," Harry explained, "the Consortium sent me, and it seems that you and your wife have been very bad people, indeed. Yes, we know about those heaven and hell parties, and the bacchanalia parties as well. My, don't you two like to swing, and you like them young, too!"
Here, Harry reached into his jacket and removed several photos of the man messing with a teen girl, which he held up to show the perp before he carelessly tossed them on the floor at the man's feet.
"Here's what you're going to do, mate," Harry stated. "You're going to stop your company from searching for the fountain of youth, and you will cut all ties to Mr. Arben Abazi. Yes, we know about the DNA research, the young blood transfusion clinics, and those stem cell shots you've been promoting to the other elite, as well as your friend up in Canada in the fashion business. We know all about what's going on down in the Caribbean and South and Central America, and we know about those shell accounts where you stash your cash offshore as well. Got that?
"The people I work for do not like greasy little shites like you and your wife, and if I am called upon again, well..."
At the man's surprised and hateful look, Harry continued. "If you don't do what we ask, then those photos will come out in several newspapers, whether the editors want to print them or not, and they will be sent, along with your ID, to Scotland Yard and MI5, with the girl's info. Believe me, when it comes out what you and your wife have been up to, you'll be ruined, and your entire family will be on the run. No matter where you try to hide, we'll be able to find you, which reminds me..." Here, Harry quickly cast a strong permanent tracking charm on the man.
"Also, if you talk, nobody will believe you about what occurred here tonight, and your wife will not remember one moment of it. I will also come after you, because I will know if you do snitch, and believe me, you do not want me to come back. Now," here Harry's voice became very cold, as he grabbed the man's collar, and twisted it, "do you understand me?"
At the man's bulging-eyed nod, Harry released him and wiped his hand on his black cargo pants as if it was contaminated.
"I'll be leaving you now," Harry said, as he threw the cloak over his shoulders making his body disappear, "so, think about you and your wife's wicked life while you take care of this little problem, yea?"
As Harry started to walk away, the man's mouth began to move quickly. "Oh, that will wear off in about a half an hour. I hope you don't have to have another piddle before then." Harry noticed that the man had already pissed himself and he chortled out.
Harry disillusioned himself under his ancient cloak and opened the door, where he made haste back to the rear entrance. Here, Jimmie spoke over his earpiece.
"Got a guard commin' James. What do you want me to do with him?"
"Stun him," Harry said, "and then mount your broom and take off. Meet up in the air at their property boundary where we split up beforehand. I'm on my way."
Harry quickly made his way to the rear French door, which he locked behind him after leaving, where he retrieved his Firebolt and took to the air.
Harry and Jimmie landed about a half-mile away, where they changed out of the black fatigues, shrunk and pocketed their brooms, and made their way toward a local pub and inn.
The father and son duo were just about to walk into the Belvedere Arms, which was very close to Mill Road that led to the manor house. Just as Harry placed his hand upon the door's handle, he heard a siren go off, which made him chortle out.
"I'd like to see him try to explain what he saw to the muggle authorities," Harry muttered to Jimmie, who then followed his father inside. Jimmie was grinning about that, himself, and he thought that the perp would probably report a break-in. He knew they wouldn't say much else.
The two ordered a pint of Guinness stout and found them a table in the corner by the door. Finally, they both ordered a meal, which was two ten-ounce ribeye stakes aged for twenty-one days, with a side of crispy onion rings and rustic thick-cut chips. As they started to dine, Jimmie waved his hand under the table, and cast a privacy charm.
"Okay, Da'," Jimmie inquired, "what was this perp really guilty of?"
"Well, they were researching the fountain of youth," Harry said after swallowing his first bite of steak, "and they were treating Abazi with stem cell injections to extend his life. It's all experimental, and highly illegal in what they were up to. They were doing this at an island's elite clinic and spa down in the Caribbean."
Here, Harry cut him another piece of steak, and slowly chewed it while keeping Jimmie in suspense. "They also liked attending heaven and hell and bacchanalia parties as well."
"They're swingers?" Jimmie asked.
"And nonces," Harry replied, as he forked another cut of beef into his mouth, and began to chew.
"Fek me," Jimmie muttered, as he tried to eat the rest of his meal. He couldn't tell Goodnight about any of this, either. He wondered if Abazi tried out any of those ancient sexual rites that came from Papua New Guinea. Taking sperm in the rectum from a young male was supposed to increase the life of the elderly there, and this made his arse tighten up at the thought of it. Of course, none of that nonsense worked, but some of the elite were guilty of trying anything.
"That's how many of these elite roll, Jim," Harry said after wiping his mouth on the napkin in his lap and taking a swig of his stout. "They have the cash, and they can get by with it until those like us catch them at it. After I showed him the photos your mum handed me, he about shat himself. Well, he did wet himself actually." Here, Harry chortled as he cut off another bite of beef.
"Eat up, Jim!" Harry remarked. "You'll get used to it."
Jimmie did and began telling his father about not only stunning the guard, but a Dobermann that was also on the prowl, which had sniffed him out.
AN: There's much truth to this, but I'll leave that up to the reader to research. The rest is fiction.
