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A rather large group of men, women and children stood in a train station, their luggage sitting about them on the ground. They all acted like a rather large family, although most of them did not look related. The muggles that passed them by looked at them a bit oddly. Some of the their clothes were rather ragged looking, and some of the children didn't wear shoes. They had just taken a six day journey from their home country, to Great Britain.

Another man approached them, smiling at them, a file folder in his arms. "Hello."

The largest man pushed his way through the crowd, and looked down at this new man carefully. He was one of them, he noted, but weak. Greying hair, weak stature. But he looked well clothed- nothing fancy, but in better shape than what they wore.

"You are Lupin?" He asked gruffly.

The man, Lupin, nodded. "I am. And you must be Franz. Was your trip satisfactory?"

"It was...fine. And yes, I am Franz."

Lupin looked about the crowd. "This is your pack? You've got quite a group with you."

"We stay together."

"That's quite alright- the more the merrier." Lupin said cheerfully. "Follow me."

Franz wasn't sure if they could trust the English wizards, but they had no where else to go. His pack had been booted out from village to village, and finally they were just living in the mountains, on scraps of food. Their littlest pack-mates went to the village for school, and one of them recieved a letter from this...English werewolf.

They'd heard the rumors and the stories that had been spreading through the continent, about how there was a group of English wizards that were hiring and housing the weres- they helped them, not discriminated them.

"We're going to have you in Knockturne. We've just started construction on an apartment building there, and we need all the help we can get."

"The young ones, they need schooling. Will they have to go to muggle school?"

The man blinked. "Yes, I'm afraid so. We, Vita, I mean, do not have a school built. For those of you who are interested in continuing your education, or want to work in our labs and offices, we have space available. The children will have to go to muggle school. If they do not have muggle records, we will arrange for some."

"We work together." Johanna, Franz' beta spoke up. Franz nodded at this sharply.

"Alright. Well, here we are. We're going to go to Hogsmeade first, and have you meet with our Heads."

The group went through the Platform. The train sat there, gleaming in the sunlight. It was rather quiet on the platform, since it was so early on a weekday morning. "We get more people coming in on the weekends, and later in the day. Once you're finished with the apartment building in Knockturne, perhaps you'd be interested in working at Hogsmeade?"

The others were silent, looking around nervously as they got onto the platform. They didn't point and gawk at the few muggles on the train when the passed, since they were used to living among muggles.

"We just had another pack arrive yesterday, they'll be working with you on the construction of the apartment building. You Alphas are in charge of your teams, and if there's a problem between your packs, you and the other Alpha can sort it out between you, or I can help sort it out-"

"So, are you Head of construction?" Franz asked. "Alot of us are wondering why Vita is hiring so many of us."

Lupin bit his lip. "Well, I help with recruitment, specifically in getting in touch with the weres."

"Because you're a werewolf."

The man shrugged. "I suppose so."

"But were you given the opportunity to do anything else?" Johanna asked sharply. "Will we?"

"Of course you will- if you have an interest in any of our other departments, you are welcome to join. For those of you who don't have your NEWTS or OWLS, we could just do a placement test. For those in your pack that don't have magic, we have places for them too."

"Like what?"

"Muggle technology." The man gave them a mysterious smile. "As far as my placement goes, this is the most rewarding for me. Yes, I was offered several other positions, but this one is the one that is the best."

Momo had been in the music business a long time, but never had she seen something like this before.

"So...you're really elves."

The elves nodded quickly, hopping up and down in place. "...okay." Damn it, why had she let Mark talk her into this? Probably because she was mad about the man. How was she ever going to send these...elves to London?

"So...what do you do?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She was rather imposing looking for a woman- with tattoos all up and down her arms, and short silvery hair. She wore some artfully ripped black jeans, and a tank top. Most of the teenagers in this weird village wore robes over their 'muggle' clothes. And they looked pretty clean-cut too.

She wondered if Mark really knew that this place was magical. Like really magical, not the optical illusions that everyone thought it was. Well, she wasn't going to tell him. Not that she could, anyways. It was in her contract.

"We is dancing."

"Dancing. Alright. Show me."

And they did. She'd been holding auditions for the past few weeks now, and while she'd found some good talent, there was some really bad ones too. The elves were generally terrible singers- their voices couldn't quite get the range that a singer needed. She'd managed to get a few fresh faces with a bit of talent and sent them to Mark for training.

Now that this...er New Hogwarts had let out, there were some students that were looking for jobs. One of them was busty Lavender Brown. She was a pretty blonde with blue eyes, and while she wasn't a great singer, she could definitely dance. She wasn't classically trained or anything, but she had a lot of raw talent.

There there was Blaise Zabini. He acted a bit funny around her, but he had a good voice, and looks to match. He didn't know much about music. Momo wasn't finding that much of the musical talent knew the basics about musical theory and the like. She spotted Kit coming over to watch the auditions, a file folder tucked into her arm. The four from Forbidden seemed to be everywhere in this little Village. Many of the employees didn't treat them as their bosses- they were treated with a bit of respect, but not separated from the others. It didn't hurt that the four of them worked right alongside their employees. She didn't know how they did it all.

Momo sighed as she studied the elves.

"You guys are good, but I'm afraid we can't have you performing in the muggle world."

"We is knowing, Miss Momo. We is wanting to perform in Diagon Alley!" One of them squeaked.

Momo and Kit exchanged a look. Kit nodded, and Momo gave a slight nod back. "Alright. We'll draw up a schedule for you, and set something up."

The elves cheered happily. Kit spoke up. "Thank you guys. Why don't you get back to work at the lab, and I'll see you lot later."

The elves popped away, grinning excitedly. Kit held the file in front of herself, smiling gently at Momo.

"You're doing a good job. I know you're probably a bit overwhelmed with everything..."

"I still can't believe those little buggers are real. It's...surreal."

"I know. When I first found out about magic, I couldn't believe it myself."

"You didn't always know? But didn't you grow up here?"

Kit shook her head. "Nope. I grew up in Surrey, then came here for school when I was eleven."

Since Momo's arrival, she'd heard mention of Hogwarts a number of times. "Hogwarts, right?"

"Right. Surrey was never really my home, but Hogsmeade, the forest, they are." Kit smiled. "So, I was thinking that we might have an official place for you. I know holding auditions here on the stage isn't the best."

Momo nodded. She wondered what Surrey was like, for someone like Kit. The teenager certainly wasn't like others she'd met. For one thing, Kit looked so young! She still looked fourteen, while the others had continued to get older.

"We're turning The shrieking shack into a club. We're going to keep the name, which is kind of cool. We thought it might bring some different crowds in, you know?"

"Great idea." Momo looked thoughtful. "Are you guys really able to do all this? You're always building something, and hiring new people..."

"Yeah. We are. You'd be surprised how much money our properties and things generate. It takes a lot of money to do all this, but we're making a lot too." Kit just gave her a cheeky grin. "So, are you up to running the Shrieking Shack?"

Momo grinned back. "If I get to set up my own rules, and the opportunity to buy the property from you in the future, we have a deal."

They shook hands.

"I'll make up a contract. You'll have a say in the set up and things, I'll have you start working with the contractors next week."

As Kit started to walk away, Momo spoke up. "Do you have time to ever be a normal teenager?"

Kit's smile faded. "I've never been normal." She brightened up again, but Momo could tell it was fake. "I'll see you around."

"If we publish this, the Ministry would ban it." Severus said quietly to Hermione. The two of them were overlooking the blood test results of many of their employees.

"I know." The girl frowned. "But it's not right. Everyone should know!"

"And we would be sent to Azkaban for undermining the Ministry." Severus said, rubbing his temples. "We can't do this. We can't just turn everything everyone knows upside down."

"Turn what upside down?" Luna asked as she came into the lab. She was smiling serenely at the two of them.

Hermione and Severus exchanged a look. "Magic." Hermione said finally. "We were looking at the test results of our employees." She paused. "We...came up with a theory, but we need to do some more tests. But..."

"I do not think it would be a good idea to continue with this vein."

Luna sat down at the worktable. "Tell me. You two are some of the smartest people I know. If you think that it's plausible, I think we should hear about it."

Hermione bit her lip. "Well...I'm a muggleborn. So is Dennis and Colin, and many of employees. What if I told you that none of us were exactly muggleborn?"

"...go on." Luna said, cocking her head.

"What if we told you, that if you go back far enough in muggleborn's lines, that they are decended from witches and wizards, or other magical creatures?"

"I could see how that is possible. So...why would their magic return to the lines, then?"

Severus spoke up. "By combining with other dormant lines, enough magic is reintroduced in the child."

Luna nodded to herself. "And squibs?"

"Inbreeding. That wasn't a surprise." Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"When a squib and a muggleborn, or a muggleborn and a halfblood produce, they have rather powerful results. I myself am a halfblood, with a muggle father and a pureblood mother. My magic is in the 97th percentile. Miss Granger here..."

"I'm in the 96th." Hermione interrupted. "And our results are consistent. Muggleborn's and halfblood's magic resonate stronger than those with pure blood!"

Luna tilted her head. "What about Neville, Draco, and I?"

Severus spoke quietly. "We can't be sure, but I believe by...being with Potter as you are, makes your magic stronger."

Hermione looked confused. "Just because they hang around him?"

Luna knew that Hermione wasn't aware of their relationship with Kit. "No. We're...together. All of us."

Hermione's eyes went round. "All...four of you?"

Luna just gave a slight shrug of her shoulder. "I suppose it makes sense, that Kit's magic would make ours resonate a bit more. Kit has fey blood, which is more powerful than most magical creatures-" Hermione choked at this. Apparently she didn't know that bit either.

"What!" She squeaked.

Luna got up from her stool, straightening her robes absently. "Well, do more tests. Test the elves, test whoever volunteers."

"Muggles?" Severus asked quietly.

"If they want." Luna waved it off. "Just make sure the Ministry doesn't find out. THey would surely ban all of your notes, and do their best to keep you from working on this theory."

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