Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Prologue
Anatheia Potter was exhausted. The battle hadn't lasted long, not even long enough for reinforcements to arrive at Hogwarts. A big part of that had to do with help arriving from an unexpected source.
The battle had started in the Great Hall. The moment the wards were tripped announcing Voldemort and the Death Eaters presence in the castle, the professors had rounded up those fourth year and below and ushered them into the antechamber off the Great Hall, before placing themselves in front of the rest of their charges. Everyone had gone for their wands at this point and the moment the Great Hall doors had been broken through, all hell had broken loose.
Most of the battle was still a blur in her exhausted mind but she remembered the important bits. Sometime during the battle she and Neville had ended up near the Slytherins with Luna, who had apparently snuck back in from the antechamber. The entire Sixth and Seventh year Slytherins had turned their wands on their fellow students and were trying to strike them down. The fifth year Slytherins, barring Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode, seemed to take exception to this and were extremely harsh when putting the rest of the Slytherins in their place.
Lucius Malfoy sent a concussion hex towards her that knocked her into Neville and toppling them both to the ground. She was dazed for a good minute and the next she was aware, Blaise Zabini was roughly pulling her to her feet while keeping a firm arm around her waist. He dragged her behind a flipped over table and began looking her over for injuries. Out of the corner of her eye she watched still a little dazed as Neville was dragged over to them by Daphne and Theodore, a watchful Draco, Astoria, and Luna guarding their backs.
Draco was yelling at Blaise over his shoulder, "Did you have to kill him?!"
Blaise rolled his eyes, snorting softly as he double checked for serious injuries, "Of course not. I could've just let him keep trying to kill us. I'm sure that would've been better."
Anatheia didn't rightly remember but she was sure that she had giggled at his sarcasm. Then Blaise seemed to think she was alright or that there wasn't anything else that he could do to help because he stood straight up and began firing spells at every Death Eater he could see. Anatheia had pushed herself to her knees first, quickly checking on her godbrother, who was already back to fighting with Luna at his back. She didn't know why but when she shook off her daze and started fighting back again she stuck close to Blaise this time. When their table shield fell, the two seemed to fall into a dance with each other, spinning each other out of the way of hexes, pulling each other down to the floor to dodge curses, holding each other close to protect each other from flying debris, she was actually pretty sure Blaise had even dipped her like they were in some cheesy romance movie rather than fighting for their lives in the middle of a battle field. Maybe it was just the adrenaline but she found it very hard to believe that it was just her imagination when she felt like the air around them was charged with more than just deadly spells.
Dumbledore was battling Voldemort and while he did seem to be winning, he was also really injured and she didn't think he would last much longer. He needed immediate help because if he faltered now and Voldemort managed to regain his equilibrium they were all screwed. It was at that moment that Anatheia saw Bellatrix Lestrange fire an AK at them. She tackled Blaise to the ground and they rolled for a moment until she sat up in his lap and was about to turn her wand on Bellatrix when she noticed that her godfather had arrived and was viciously and meticulously tearing Bellatrix apart. She managed to see Remus Lupin doing the same to the Lestrange brothers before she turned her attention back to Voldemort and Dumbledore's battle. She turned her wand on Voldemort then, determined to stop this madness. She fired a reducto at him and it took her a moment to realize that Blaise had followed her example below her. Voldemort crumbled to dust at the combined powers of Dumbledore, Blaise, and Anatheia.
She still blushed when she thought of how that battle had ended; with her straddling a man who while she was very attracted to; had never considered that he would give her the time of the day. Her godfather had been irate at finding his goddaughter straddling a boy, but Blaise had saved her life and protected her throughout most of the battle. Even her godfather had seen that so there wasn't much he could really do about that. Neville hadn't been too thrilled with it either but he was more preoccupied with Luna, who had been concussed into unconsciousness.
Sirius had been pulled aside by Amelia Bones, who had the pleasure of battling against Peter Pettigrew as he tried to escape from the school. She had told him that he should consider himself a free man. Sirius had grinned and once Anatheia and Neville had both been looked over by Madam Pomphrey, he had taken her to his home and she had barely had time to say goodbye to anybody before he had done so. Though she had made sure to give Blaise a quick kiss in thanks for his protection before her irritated godfather had sequestered her away to Grimmauld Place.
It had already been a week since Sirius and Anatheia had holed up at his place. Besides Amelia confirming his freedom was now more than just words or Remus checking in on them, they hadn't left the house. They had been keeping up with the news but hadn't really felt the need to join society just yet. The school year was over. The war was over. They could finally move on to living their lives, but both of them felt like something else was coming and they couldn't tell what it was.
Sirius and Anatheia decided that they needed to be prepared for whatever the hell it was that was coming next. They decided to make emergency survival packs just in case they needed to go on the run. Anatheia wrote a letter to all her friends, including Blaise and his friends, warning them of her bad feeling. She offered any financial support in their preparation of whatever was coming and advising them of the instant mailbox in Gringotts. Sirius followed her idea and wrote Remus and Amelia.
They started with the Black Library, using a healthy dose of the Gemini spell, a spell designed to duplicate its target, in order to copy all the books and having Dobby pack them up in one of the many expandable trunks that the Black Family seemed to have. Sirius and Anatheia both had their house elves setup instant mailboxes with Gringotts for both of their accounts. This way they would have access to their own accounts and Gringotts at all times and they can buy whatever they need through them. All they truly needed to do was put their version of the instant mailbox in their own personal trunks.
Each personal trunk contained 7 expandable compartments, nothing too extravagant. The smallest compartment was dedicated to the instant mailbox. The second compartment had been turned into cold storage and food was being stock piled inside it. The third compartment was a stock pile of potion ingredients and equipment. The fourth compartment was being filled with wizarding tents just in case they didn't have time to pack up they wouldn't be homeless. The fifth compartment was being filled with bolts of cloth of all types, a few magical sewing machines and quite a few design catalogs from all over the world and a few of them from all kinds of different time periods, but those had mainly come from the Black Family. The sixth compartment was dedicated to an ever expanding library, of which were all survival guide books, how-to books of all kinds and both types of books were from the magical and muggle world, and hundreds of self- updating catalog books from Gringotts. The seventh compartment had been placed under a stasis ward and Sirius Black's had been filled with shrunken farm animals with a few farm tools, while Anatheia had filled hers with fruit and vegetable plants at differing stages of life. They had also decided that they would both carry emergency portkeys that were specifically designed to keep them both from being separated again. Both portkeys were platinum chain necklaces with their personal shrunken trunks hanging from them, Sirius and Remus had taken special care in making sure that both portkeys and personal trunks couldn't be removed from around their necks without passwords and the appropriate blood from each respective person's necklace.
They were as prepared as they were going to be, though they still looked into other ways of protecting themselves. One night after midnight, about two months into summer break the wards around Grimmauld Place went off. They were under attack but before they could get out of bed or do much of anything besides grab their wands from under their pillows they were both elf popped out of their own beds and into what appeared to be a very big room the size of the Great Hall in Hogwarts. This room was steadily filling up with more and more people; most of which Sirius could see were women ranging from around 14 to 50 years of age, though he could see a few young men scattered about the room. Everyone looking just as scared and barely awake as Sirius did. Sirius turned to Anatheia, only to find her on her knees holding her stomach with an odd pained look on her face. He quickly knelt beside her and pulled her into his arms, glaring briefly at the house elf that had still been holding her hand.
"Ana, what's wrong? What does it feel like?"
Ana groaned breathlessly, "It feels like my magic has been splintered and part of it has been welded to my stomach and pelvis area. I'm gonna throw up."
She proceeded to do just that, thankfully missing everybody but the floor, which had been immediately cleaned by the very elf that had kidnapped Ana. Not a moment later though an extremely loud crack echoed throughout the room and an irate and very protective Dobby stood in front of Ana and Sirius, a glowing finger pointed at the offending house elf. Sirius had no doubts that Dobby had just broken through several wards just to get through to where ever they were to protect them.
Dobby snarled, practically shaking in his fury, "You have harmed Mistress Anatheia Potter! You will tell us why before you die!"
Sirius' eyes widened in slight disbelief at the ferocious defense the little house elf put up for his goddaughter. Though he supposed he shouldn't really be surprised after all he had heard about what Dobby had done to Lucius Malfoy when his Ana had been twelve and in danger. Dobby was an extreme fanatic when it came to her, something he found himself very grateful for now.
The unknown house elf stuttered but seemed very resigned to her fate and despite the situation, both Ana and Sirius felt sorry for the house elf, after all she was just obeying orders.
"I is Letty. I is bringing Mistress Anatheia Potter and Master Black to Atlantis by orders of Unspeakable at all cost, I is. I is doing what I is told! I am not knowing why."
Dobby seemed to snarl even louder but before he could kill the offending house elf, Sirius stopped him, "Letty is correct, Dobby. This is not her fault. She was just obeying orders."
Dobby growled, but seemed resigned to his logic, "Go now, bad elf! Come near Mistress Anatheia Potter again and I kill you!"
Letty grabbed her ears and popped away with a sad fearful look on her face. Dobby turned to Ana and threw himself at her feet, sobbing fat tears running down his face, "I is sorry, Mistress Anatheia Potter. I is failing you!"
Ana shook her head, grimacing slightly from the lingering discomfort in her stomach and pelvis, "You didn't fail me, Dobby. Not even you could have predicted what happened. We just need to focus on what we can do now, leave the past in the past. Letty said she took us to Atlantis, so that's where out of the way. Now we just need to find out; where Atlantis is, why we're here, what has been done to me, and how we can escape?"
Dobby and Sirius both nod determinedly and Dobby speaks up, voice still a little shaky, "Dobby can answer at least one and maybe part of another."
Sirius and Ana turn their attention to him, "Dobby can sense through his bond what has been done to Mistress Anatheia Potter. The moment Mistress passed through the barrier surrounding Atlantis half of Mistress' magical core was forcibly turned on her own reproductive system in order to power a magical procedure that is well known among pureblood houses. The magical procedure was designed to help a witch fall pregnant using her own magical signature and a specific wizard's magical signature. That is the usual way things are done with that specific procedure. This one is the same but not at the same time."
Sirius interrupted, his anger growing, "What exactly is different about the procedure?"
Dobby frowned, "Mistress Anatheia Potter is indeed under effects of the magical procedure designed to impregnate her. The wizard's magical signature is not being set yet, which is unusual. Such a large portion of Mistress' magical core powering the procedure is very unusual as well, the procedure does need a lot of magic but it is not necessary to bind any witches magical core for it to work. By binding Mistress' own magical core, her core will forcibly keep Mistress pregnant; child after child will be born of Mistress because of this. With no set wizarding signature, it is unknown who the father of Mistress' children will be, at least not until Mistress' pregnancy is further along or possibly not until the children are born."
Sirius snarled, "In essence, the Unspeakables have forced my goddaughter's own magic to turn her into a broodmare and because it's her own magical core doing it we can't fix it because her magic won't consider anything to be wrong with her body. With her own magical core powering the procedure, her magic now considers pregnancy to be her natural state."
Ana understood that she was going into shock, she wasn't even sixteen, she was a virgin and now she was pregnant with a child and she might never even know who the father was. How was this, her life? What in the world was she going to do? When they were preparing for whatever came next, they never even considered something like this. They had been prepared to go on the run, to fight for their lives but how was she supposed to fight her own body? Did she even want to? It was true that this was forced on her but she wasn't sure she could abort her own child even if it was possible to, which it apparently wasn't anymore. Or at least it wouldn't do any good to do so as now her magic would continuously force her to become pregnant. How was she supposed to raise so many children? How was she supposed to give birth, she was a virgin?!
Sirius was brought out of his anger as Ana suddenly went limp against him. Tightening his grip on her, he quickly checked her over before deciding she had just fainted from the shock. He couldn't blame her for being overwhelmed. He was well aware of her status as a virgin, Blaise Zabini being the only boy she had ever taken an interest in and that was just recently. He was also well aware of how mature his goddaughter was, but pregnant at fifteen and against her will? They would both be in for a long journey. Looking out over the hundred or so women, with a few young men scattered amongst them, Sirius realized why the Unspeakables would do this to such a large group of women. It was no secret that the magical world population was on the decline after the massive witch hunt in the 1450s to 1750s; add the last three wizarding wars into the equation and the magical world was looking at possible extinction within less than five hundred years. Still despite that, it didn't mean Sirius was any less angry that the Unspeakables had done this to innocent women, most of which he could see were muggleborns, half-bloods and foreign witches.
Sirius conjured a fainting couch and laid his goddaughter on it, he still hadn't recovered enough from his stint in Azkaban or on the run for him to confidently carry his now pregnant goddaughter for very long. His magic was very powerful but his body, not so much.
Sitting beside Ana, Sirius sighed, before setting up a quick muffliato ward around their area. They needed to figure out what to do now. Ana would no doubt come around soon enough and it would be best if they had the beginnings of a plan before that happened. So long as she didn't dwell on what had happened she should be fine, hopefully.
"Dobby." Sirius called softly to the house elf that had taken up guard once again, "You said you could answer part of another of Ana's questions?"
Dobby nodded, "Yes, there is barrier around Atlantis. People can get in but theys cannot get out. Only designated house elves can reach outside world now. I is not one of them. I is as stuck as Master and Mistress."
Sirius sighed but nodded. That was understandable. Irritating, but understandable. The Unspeakables were a formidable foe and once given a task they were not ones to fail or make mistakes. Having designated house elves as the only ways on and off of this place could still have some unforeseen issues as well. It was a good thing Dobby was here. Sirius didn't think it would be a good idea to trust these foreign house elves around his goddaughter, especially as half of her magic was tied up in powering a magical procedure. Magical pregnancies were draining in the first place, with half her magic already tied up and without the father's magical help, the child would be taking it's fill of magic from the mother only. It was quite possible that Ana wouldn't be able to perform magic at all during the pregnancies. He and Dobby were her only form of defense should someone attack her.
"Dobby, can you give me our exact location?"
Dobby was quiet for a moment, "We is twenty thousand feet beneath the middle of the Pacific Ocean."
"What?" Sirius croaked; his eyes wide in disbelief. Damn. When the Unspeakables didn't want people to know what was going on or for people to escape, they damn sure knew what they were doing! Not even magicals would be able to find them without specifically knowing where they were. In the middle of the Pacific Ocean also meant that Atlantis was an island. An island twenty thousand feet below the surface of the Pacific Ocean! Nearing his forties and Sirius still can't believe what magic can do sometimes. It was actually kind of scary.
"How big is Atlantis?"
"2000 miles in either direction." Dobby immediately answered.
His eyebrows shot into his hairline. The Unspeakables had to have been working on this place for a very long time, a hundred years at the least and quite a bit of extremely powerful magic.
"How many people are on Atlantis?"
"116 people is on Atlantis; 100 is women, 16 is male. House elves is numbering 121, including Dobby."
"That makes sense." Sirius muttered to himself. The majority of the population would be women of course but the House elves made sense as well. All of the women would be forced into pregnancy by their own magic and the pregnancy itself would render even the most powerful witches nearly completely incapable of performing magic. The women would be forced to do everything the muggle way or be forced to rely on the help of a foreign house elf, especially when the women got further along in their pregnancy or when the children born became too numerous for the pregnant mother to take care of on her own.
"Are there any Unspeakables on Atlantis?"
"No." Dobby shook his head.
Sirius growled, "Did the Unspeakables at least leave any instructions, supplies or something?"
A lot of the women here that he could see were very young and wouldn't know how to raise children on their own. Did the Unspeakables mean for these young women to rely purely on the house elves provided for them?
Dobby frowned; he would not trust an unknown house elf around his Master or Mistress, "There is a hundred large individual houses on Atlantis, and four very large buildings outside of those. A hospital, a school, a supermarket, and the very building we is in. Twenty- one house elves is assigned to the other three buildings, Letty is being one of them."
Sirius studied Dobby for a moment thoughtfully, "Letty had been assigned to Ana, wasn't she?"
Dobby nodded and growled, "I is more than capable of taking care my Master and Mistress. I is not allowing house elves bound to another to take care of my Master or Mistress. They is not trustworthy."
Sirius nodded warily, Dobby wasn't wrong. These house elves had brought them here in the first place on someone else's orders, they were all still here on someone else's orders. They couldn't be trusted, but how far could they not be trusted. What about the other three buildings? Ana would need someone to help her give birth if they couldn't even trust the house elves at the hospital and if the hospital was out then so was the other two buildings. What of the houses provided by the Unspeakables?
"Dobby, the houses? Are they safe for Ana?"
Dobby shook his head, "They is not allowing undesignated house elves into houses. I is being unable to protect Master and Mistress inside those houses."
Sirius growled again, the Unspeakables really lived up to their reputation of being very thorough, but if they were being this thorough it meant that they didn't just want the women constantly pregnant. They wanted something else from these women, possibly the children. More than that though, how were a hundred women supposed to help repopulate the magical world, even constantly falling pregnant wouldn't do too much good at most it might keep the magical world floating but that was it. They'd need more than a hundred women to repopulate the magical world. A dawning suspicion was creeping inside Sirius, and he whispered to Dobby, "What about the females born to Ana? Would they be subjected to the procedure as well?"
Dobby's eyes widened, "If they is born inside the barrier of Atlantis, it is very possible what you speak of would come to pass, but I is unable to be sure until after the children is being born."
An unending supply of broodmares for the magical world and they wouldn't be able to do anything about it. The Unspeakables were very thorough. There had to be something though, something that they could do to protect themselves and Ana's future children. They both had their personal trunks, there was at least that, they weren't completely unprepared.
Looking out at the women, Sirius wondered if anyone of them were someone he or Ana would recognize, "Dobby, do you know if any of Ana's friends are on Atlantis?"
Dobby closed his eyes and then nodded, "Yes. Dobby can feel many of them. Miss Luna Lovegood and her father is here. Bad Miss Grangy is here. Miss Ginny Weasley is here. Miss Astoria Greengrass is here. Miss Tracy Davis is here. Mr. Theodore Nott and his mother, Mr. Draco Malfoy and his mother, and Mr. Blaise Zabini and his mother is here. Miss Susan Bones, her friend, Miss Hannah Abbot, and Madam Amelia Bones is here. Miss Nymphadora Tonks is here."
Sirius whistled, but he wasn't surprised, still nabbing Amelia Bones was a gutsy move; she was a very formidable witch to cross and taking her niece would've put her on the offensive. Nabbing Ginny Weasley was a gutsy move as well; her brothers were well known for being extremely protective of her, her own youngest brother Ronald Weasley actually threw himself in front of a AK curse for her during the battle at Hogwarts, there's no telling what her brothers will do once they find out she's gone missing. His cousin, Nymphadora had been nabbed too and despite being clumsy or a new Auror trainee, she wasn't someone to be trifled with, if only because of her mother, Andromeda Tonks nee–Black, was a powerful witch in her own right.
"Well only one way to get them over here without leaving Ana unprotected. Expecto Patronum; friends of Ana follow me." Sirius sent his patronus, a dog as big as his own animagus form, off to find his goddaughters friends.
When his patronus came back, disappearing immediately once all of Ana's friends were gathered in front of him very warily curious, although a pale Amelia was levitating two young women in front of her. Sirius quickly stood and began conjuring long couches, "Amelia, you shouldn't be using too much magic just yet."
Amelia didn't even bother replying; she just placed her niece and her friend side by side on one of the couches and sat down heavily herself. A pale Nymphadora with just as pale hair sat down next to her. A small ravenette woman clung to Blaise Zabini and Sirius assumed she was his mother; she was a delicate looking woman. Sirius would recognize Narcissa and Draco Malfoy anywhere. They all sat on the couches he had conjured.
Before Sirius could say anything, Hermione Granger questioned, "What's wrong with Anatheia? Why are we all here?"
Both good questions, however difficult to explain and Sirius had no idea where to begin.
"Ana is fine, she's just fainted." That seemed like a good start. "From what I've managed to understand from Dobby and the house elf that popped us here; the Unspeakables are the reason why we're here. The house elf called this place, Atlantis, which is apparently twenty thousand feet below the surface of the middle of the Pacific Ocean."
Hermione immediately interrupted, panic in her voice and her eyes wild, "But that's impossible!"
Sirius held up a hand to silence her, "Nothing is impossible with enough magic and ingenuity. The Unspeakables have that in spades; it's why they were recruited as Unspeakables in the first place. Though even they could not have built this big of an Island without more than a hundred years of work put in to it. I've been told that Atlantis is 2000 miles in either direction from here."
Amelia Bones spoke up then looking a little less pale, her eyes less dazed and more like their usual sharp gaze, "An island that big under the biggest ocean in the world would take more than a hundred years and that's not even mentioning the fact that they would have to set up the barrier a bit at a time in the middle of the island. We're talking more than two hundred, maybe even two hundred and fifty years, of effort put into this place."
Theodore snarled, impatiently, "That's great and all but is anybody going to tell us why we are here? Why were we taken from our beds in the middle of the night?"
Sirius, Amelia and Nymphadora grimaced, but Amelia continued, and it was obvious that she had questioned the house elf that had kidnapped her, "The Unspeakables have tied a specific magical procedure into the barrier of Atlantis. Once women cross it, their magical core is forcibly ripped in half and bound to their reproductive system. This is a mutated version of the original procedure which uses the witch's magical signature and a set wizard's magical signature to impregnate the witch in question. The original version does require quite a bit of magic from both of the hopeful parents but the mutated version that binds half a witch's magical core to her reproductive system would keep the witch in question continuously pregnant until she is no longer fertile."
Luna Lovegood spoke up this time, "But the mutated version would still require a wizard's magical signature to impregnate witches?"
Sirius nodded, a grimace still on his face, "Yes well the Unspeakables have access to every magical signature that has ever been born. No doubt that they have put that into the barrier around Atlantis as well. The Unspeakables aren't interested in anything more than repopulating the magical world. They could careless that they're trampling over people's rights, they don't care who fathers the children so long as the children are born."
Hermione jumped in at this point, her eyes shining with tears, "Is there anything we can do to stop this?"
Sirius shook his head sadly, "No your magical core has already been torn apart and bound to your reproductive system the moment you went through the barrier. Your magic now considers pregnancy to be your natural state and will fight against any effort to abort the children or damage your reproductive system. The only thing we can do is try to protect the children from going through the same thing. We can try to escape Atlantis but the barrier only gives access to designated house elves that are under someone else's orders and any tampering with the barrier could fail and send the pacific ocean crashing down on us. The Unspeakables are very thorough in what they do."
"What about our families? They're not going to just sit back and let this happen!" Ginny said, viciously.
Nymphadora spoke up this time, "Our families will know that we've been taken by morning at the latest, but that is all that they know. They don't know who took us, why they took us, nor do they know what is being done to us. Anybody who does find out will most likely be targeted and taken out if they put up a big enough fuss. Even if we do manage to get ahold of our family, it would be best if they didn't bring attention to the fact that they know anything about our circumstances."
When the series of questions and exclamations of denial and outrage finally came to an end, Sirius noticed that the women and men, outside of their group of friends, were being led out of the room by the very elves that had brought them here in the first place, many of the women were sobbing but already they seemed to have accepted their fate. Sirius frowned at their acceptance, but the magical world was used to just accepting things like this or ignoring it all together so long as it didn't happen to them. If they did find out how to circumvent the restrictions placed on them, Sirius knew Ana would want to save as many of the women and children as possible.
Turning back to his immediate group, he could see many of the younger girls were crying silently, and even Nymphadora and Amelia had shiny eyes from holding back their own tears. His Ana had woken up sometime during the conversation and was now curled up on her side in the fetal position, holding her legs to her chest tightly. Her beautiful emerald eyes were blood shot and puffy from her tears, and her rosy cheeks were tearstained but dry and she was frowning angrily.
Sirius pulled her small body closer to him, using his godparents bond with her to try to comfort her with his magic. She relaxed against him and sighed. Their bond had dulled over the years due to separation and the dementors blocking off any positive emotions, but over the past two years their bond had grown stronger and she no longer flinched away or hesitated to accept comfort from him. After living with the Dursley's for so long she had developed a slight fear of men, but that didn't mean that she didn't stand up for herself, it just meant that she was naturally biased against men until they proved that they could be trusted. Sirius had already proven himself during her fourth year, after all the man lived off of rats in order to be closer to her after he had discovered her to be in danger, if that didn't prove that he loved her then nothing would. She sighed again as she forced herself to sit up away from his heartbeat, it was time to see if any of her friends had taken her warning seriously. She had woken up, but had stayed lying down around the time Hermione had asked if she was okay, so she was mostly caught up.
"Did the Unspeakables at least give out explanations or do they want us to completely depend on the house elves that they provide for us in order to get supplies or what?" Morgana, her sarcasm was really thick right now.
Sirius told her what Dobby had told him about the buildings and about how they weren't really safe for anybody to actually use. He also made her aware that he was not going to allow any house elves, outside of Dobby or any other house elf they bind to them, near her or the children she had. She nodded in agreement, as did a number of her friends including Blaise, Theodore, and Draco. Hermione frowned but seemed to think better about saying anything against his decision. Ana's Head of House, Professor Pomona Sprout, had already taken her aside more than once for trying to free Dobby from Ana, trying to make decisions for other people, and for trying to bully other people into believing her opinion to be the right one by calling people uneducated barbarians. Hermione had lost quite a few friends for that last one, and even Ana had limited patience for her abrasive I-know-better-because-I'm-smarter muggleborn and bred attitude. Seriously, Ana couldn't understand how most muggleborns could expect to come into an entirely new culture and try to change that culture to suit their wants and needs and then wonder why their being mistreated. It's like going to a new country and wondering why it's so different from what they're use to, utterly stupid in her opinion.
"Did anyone get a chance to prepare at all after receiving our letter?" Ana asked hopefully.
Blaise spoke up as his mother clutched closely to him, trembling a bit, "We managed to pack up the Zabini Library and had just managed to setup the instant mailbox with gringotts, as well as with their self-updating catalogs, a few personal items, and our wands but that was it. We had planned to go shopping for emergency supplies tomorrow."
Hermione looked frustrated, "I only have my school trunk and wand. My parents don't like the idea of trusting 'bad feelings' or paranoia. I don't usually talk to them about the magical world; they don't have the patience for 'illogical nonsense'."
Ana raised an eyebrow, so it wasn't just Hermione that was closeminded. Ginny flushed a bit, "I hadn't had a chance to speak to my parents about it yet. They're grieving for Ron right now and I didn't want to worry them. I told my brothers though; Bill set me up with an instant mailbox to his account and Charlie gave me a two way mirror to contact him with if something went wrong."
Astoria Greengrass grimaced, "My parents didn't believe your warning and as I'm just the spare and not his heiress, I was told that I was my future husband's problem. I have only my wand and my school trunk."
Ana winced, that was really harsh and she didn't even have to look at her godfather to sense how angry he was. Pureblood culture was good at pissing her godfather off sometimes.
Xenophillius Lovegood's, Luna's father, voice was cheerful, but seemed to have a hard edge to it when he spoke, "That's alright dear, I'm sure my Luna wouldn't mind if you stayed with us. We'll be more than happy to have you join our little family. As my Luna and I often go backpacking looking for our magical creatures and seeing as we are hardly ever in good favor with the Ministry due to our newspaper, we always have an emergency supply bag prepared for when we need to lie low for a while. We have a wizard's tent and access to an instant mailbox with gringotts. We can put you up until you decide you're ready to handle yourself, my dear."
Astoria nodded gratefully, and Tracy Davis smiled, lightly, "I managed to talk my parents into getting me an instant mailbox just in case something happened, but I didn't have a chance to do much more than that. I managed to grab my necklace which had my shrunken school trunk, but I didn't get a chance to grab my wand. I'll have to see if I can send a letter through the instant mailbox to my father about retrieving my wand for me."
Theodore Nott and his mother, as well as Draco Malfoy and his mother, all stated that they had managed to get an instant mailbox setup with their accounts, each had a wizard's tent, and each had managed to copy their own family libraries.
Amelia Bones and Nymphadora Tonks both stated that they were able to do the same, and Hannah Abbott admitted that she only had time to grab her wand. Amelia agreed to take in her niece's best friend until she was ready to go off on her own.
Sirius and Ana both nodded, glad that most of them were well taken care of, and they gave a quick rundown of everything they had managed to bring. Ana and Sirius were quick to give Blaise and his mother one of their extra wizard's tents so they had somewhere to sleep that didn't automatically give access to foreign house elves. Nymphadora had agreed to take in both Hermione and Tracy.
Each wizarding tent had at least six bedrooms and all of them were furnished, and automatically came with protective wards. The wards weren't impenetrable but they didn't automatically give access to someone not on the list without an alarm going off, which was better than the individual houses that the Unspeakables had provided them.
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