Bring to Order Chapter 11

For the last time: standard disclaimers apply.

Harry vs the Citizen's Council at a public venue.

18 months after their seventh year ended.

Present: Harry and many of his supporters and employees, family and friends.

Opposing: The Citizen's Council, mostly the remaining Purebloods who didn't like Voldemort enough to join him, but were too 'traditional' to support Harry..

Place: Puddlemere Quidditch stadium, an open air event.

Also Present , about ten thousand onlookers and gawkers, as said before, a public event.

"Mr Potter will you explain how you, an average wizard were able to bring down He-who-must-not-be-named, when your magial power was not on the same level as his, We saw the vidfeed of your battle with him at the Greengrass residence, it looked as if you only used two spells."

"That's because I did only use two spells.. consider this, if you exercise only one set of muscles, usually only those are the ones that get stronger, correct?.. The questioners looked at him as if he were talking an unknown language, which of course for them, he was.. Magical people don't exercise, they use magic for everything. Harry sighed.. 'Ok, what I did, was find a few spells that were easy to make stronger and faster and then practiced them over and over and over.. thousands of repetitions, until I could do them almost effortlessly, without a drain on my power.. I think my fastest repeat time was 60 reps a minute with a combination of diffindo and a bludgeoner that I called 'sledge', since it was like getting hit with an 8 pound sledgehammer at 200 mph.. most people can't survive that, and it was tough to take Tom down, but he couldn't get enough of a grip to fight me at the Greengrass residence, because he was too busy trying to defend himself.....I named my spells 'Sledge' and 'Cut' for 'Bombarda and Diffindo.. less syllables to say, and the intent was maximum damage for the least effort."

"Sixty spells a minute, that's impossible, no one can do sixty spells a minute.." one of the older members of the questioners spouted..Harry turned to Minerva. "Headmistress, could you create a granite pillar about ten feet tall and six feet wide, please, these people wont believe unless they see, methinks.." She held back a smirk and nodded.. with a bit of effort, created said pillar at the far end of the pitch.

"Now then, this is a granite pillar , with the average density of 167 pounds per cubic foot, with this volume say, about 1130 cubic foot, lets say...about 94 tons of granite.. if you would gentlemen, examine it in any way you see fit.." The council of questioners did so, they pounded on it, sent spells after it, did diagnostic tests and after a few moments came away with the answer that it was as Harry had said...

"Ok, people, everyone on this side of the pitch, shield up please.." His team put up shields used in dueling scenarios, along with shields used in wards, which would not allow flying debris to cross.

"A timer, one minute?" Minerva acknowledged and also set a counter to count the spells..

"Ready?..Go!" Harry started firing sledge spells, two a second for about the first ten seconds.. in short order the area was filled with flying spells and dust, he waved his hand once and the air cleared, then he went after it , right hand 'Cut' and left hand 'Sledge' He did not use a wand, although he could have, since he had three wands at this point, A bell dinged and the countdown stopped at Zero, and the spell counter logged three spells, 122 'Sledge' 87 "Cut' and one 'Clear' which was the one to clear the air.. "There you go, 209 spells in one minute, and I haven't broken a sweat, now does that answer your question?"

The audience was awestruck, as the granite pillar slowly toppled and hit the ground with a crash. Harry secretly smiled, he was not about to give away his methods.

"Well, yes, Mr Potter, it shows that you have quite a bit of power, and speed.. but it doesn't prove that you didn't use dark magic to defeat .He-who..."

"Will you give it a rest, he's dead, and he's not going to jump up and yell BOO, he's completely and totally dead.. I made sure of that, with the help of my team, my curse breakers, and my family" he paused. "Stop giving the fool more power by using his made up name, his name was Tom Riddle and he was a half blood who conned all the inbreds and the rest of our society.. " He glared at the council who wanted to judge him.. and then sighed.. "I did not use Dark magic, blood magic or any other evil type magic to stop the so-called 'Lord Voldemort' I used logic, something the magical world is severely deficit in, and organization, I used the services of experts, and paid them well for their help and effort, I helped solve the problems that the Magical world has brought on themselves, and for once you could at least appreciate it.!"

"hear hear" Minerva and Harry's team members clapped and cheered for the truth as they saw it.. The 'Citizen's Council' just looked unhappy.

"We will accept your statement for now, Mr Potter.." the old man speaking was rather condescending, as if speaking to a child. This was getting on Harry's nerves..

"Excuse me.. That's Lord Potter-Black to you..Mr Bletchard. You want to try and judge me based on your rules, you had better respect your own rules.. Got it?"

The old man froze, the cold chill traveling down his spine.. This boy.. no, this man had threatened him without saying anything..

he gulped. "Yes, Lord Potter-Black"

"Next question" he looked at the Council and a woman took up the offer. This woman looked like the descendant of Delores Umbridge.. she may have not been such, but was. in spirit

"Lord Potter-Black, you have created a prison Island to 'retrain ethically and morally deficient persons" to quote from your own sources.. How can you justify most of the prisoners being of pureblood descent?"

Harry grinned at this one. "Because in general, Purebloods are quite often ethically and morally deficient." The crowd of watchers laughed. he continued. "The New Transitional Government has decreed a baseline of laws to be enforced, and every one of those laws are based on equal and fair treatment of others, regardless of race, creed, color, species, birth order, gender or blood status." "That being said, every single person who currently resides on The Island is there because of a crime of some sort. The Island is designed to help retrain people in the way of proper and ethical thinking, the basic rules are as such:

"You aren't as special as you think you are"

"Have some care for others, be they mundane or magical, human or not"

"Do something for society, and not just your own self gratification"

"grow the hell up"

"By following these rules we can all make this a better society to live in for every person, whether born Human, Elf or Goblin, Centaur, Lycan or Giant. Every person and people want pretty much the same thing, they want a home to call their own, a family to love and interesting work to do." "We cannot afford to have your parasitic society anymore, where a chosen few rule over all the others and demand that they be served first, that they are the elite few." He looked out over the crowd. "The actions of a few elitist bigots have damaged our society to the point that we may not survive, and this must be changed.. The cost is that those who chose to act in a criminal manner will be confined and offered the option to change their ways." "The Island is a well designed tool to that end. Every person there has the opportunity to better themselves and learn new ways of thinking. Those who are sociopaths will be removed as harmlessly as possible "

"What method is used to remove these 'sociopaths'?"

He looked at the questioner. "The Christian faith states that every person is a three part entity, Body, Soul and Spirit.. Without the Soul, there is no life, and the body dies.. Without the Spirit, that is to say, the personality, mind and identity, the body will live on, and can be retrained to be a new person." . "In general, we block the possibility of being a magical being by engraving a magical suppression runic combination on each and every one of the 207 bones in the human body.. "The person who enjoys torturing others for fun doesn't deserve the gift of magic." A shudder went through many in the crowd with that statement. Next, the 'spirit' that is, the memories and learned personality of the prisoner is wiped, completely. We are then left with a mobile body, alive, and trainable, just as if he were a newborn babe.. It's inconvenient to bring up an adult baby, so we insert basic training memories, personal hygiene, how to feed yourself, how to read and write, the things a person needs to survive." then they are given memories of job training, usually a simple job in which they can grow, assuming they are inclined to do so. At this point they are placed in that job, and watched over for the rest of their life."

"Can you give us an example?"

He was handed a notebook which he opened to a marked page.

"Prisoner 1645. Male age 19, on Death Eater path, not yet marked, but two members of that family already Marked supporters of Voldemort. Convicted of multiple accounts of Rape, assault, participation in torture and abuse of Mundanes, use of unforgivables. "Entered The Island and was given multiple opportunities to advance, usually lost points when he assaulted or beat other inmates, last time at bottom was heard making plans to assassinate....my Lady Potter and myself when he was freed from his one year sentence."

Harry looked dour at that last statement..and continued reading. "Prisoner 1645 was brought in for questioning under Veratiserun, and confirmed his plan to assassinate...us....Judgment was made by HRH Judicial council that this prisoner was unrepentant, and a danger to society, and so second level judgment was issued.. Magical suppression and mindwipe, sent to a job in South Africa, where he now works in the dragon reserves as a cage cleaner. "He is currently involved in a magical breeding program to help rebuild our society, to overcome the damage done by the Malfoy Plan, he has been bred with three female prisoners until they are with child, and those children shall be taken as soon as they are weaned to live with appropriate families here in the UK."

"Isn't it inhumane to breed magical people like animals?"

Harry laughed at the question. "The guy doesn't know anything about his former life, if you asked him he would say he loves his life, a job, good food and housing, three women to boink daily if he wants, try and pull him away from it! The crowd laughed at the statement. He calmed down. "The truth is, in a former time, he would have been executed for his crimes, before I finally did in Tom, we were working under wartime rules, I might note that the opposition didn't work under ANY rules, they killed and murdered indiscriminately.. Under our rules, after a trial by the judicial council, they were usually executed, after having their minds emptied of any useful information.. in fact most were not even aware they were being executed.."

"Last year people disappeared, what happened to Malfoy and Snape?" someone shouted from the stands.. Harry looked to the crowd. "You really want to know?" "Yes" was the resounding answer. The Citizen's Council said nothing about the interruption, because they wanted to know also.

"Lets see, First was Draco Malfoy, Marked Death Eater, caught in the act of raping a young woman and using the Cruciatus curse on her, Taken prisoner and his mind stripped of any useful information, eventually executed for crimes against humanity, also his fortune and inheritance claimed by Praeda Bellacia by the rape victim.".. Pucy and Flint, also executed, their goods and money taken and put into the victims compensation fund."

"Lucius Malfoy, Marked Death Eater, Caught in the act of using an unforgivable on his wife, the Lady Narcissa Black, killed in an explosion of Malfoy Manor. We were able to save his head, and extract years worth of data, bribes, murders, everything. Half of the Malfoy fortune and lands have gone to the Compensation Fund, the other half to Lady Black as compensation for 18 years of abuse and unforgivables."

Lucius Malfoy was a horrible stain upon our society.. and the list of crimes he committed over the last fifty years is quite extensive." He glared at the Committee. "Any one who associated with him, in business, society or attitude is suspect and being watched closely." Quietly and subtly there were a lot of people looking around at their friends and associates, desperate not to look at themselves.

"Severus Snape, Marked Death Eater, Potions Master, Professor at Hogwarts, Captured and questioned, kept in cold storage until last week , magical suppression, mindwiped and given a new personality and job. Currently not in the UK" He was a spy for Voldemort, and I wanted him executed, myself, because he was the direct cause for the deaths of my parents. However under the rules we are keeping ourself to, I had to let him go after the war was over, so his body still lives." he sighed. "Who Else?"

"Bellatrix LeStrange" Neville shouted out.

"Ok Nev, Killed in the assault on Clan Greengrass Manor, her head taken and given to the Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom as a trophy. Her goods and lands and monies were taken and given into the St Mungoes research department to study and repair the effects of unforgivables, and I am happy to say, Lord Frank and Lady Alice Longbottom are recovering nicely" he grinned at the statement.

The crowds cheered and hooted. The story of the Longbottoms was one that made many people happy.

The Citizen's council muttered amongst themselves, working up to asking another question.

"Are you setting yourself up as King or Emperor of the Magical World?"

Harry bent over laughing..when he finally stopped, he forced his face to a calm demeanor.. well, he tried..

"No" then he busted out laughing again.. after he calmed down a bit, feeling weak and exhilarated from laughing he continued.. "No way, no how, in fact, Hell no!" "I want nothing to do with being head of anything but my families, I want to do nothing but be with my wives and make lots of babies, and repopulate the families of Potter and Black, and maybe help the lines of Granger, Greengrass and Parkinson.. I want to go into my shop and build brooms, and forget about the world, leave it to those who want to do that.. I want there to be a council who truly represents the magical peoples of this world, this includes Elves, Goblins, Lycans, Vampires, Centaurs, Giants, even Trolls.. Every Sentient Magical Creature should have a voice, and equal voice, and I will be involved in our Nations to make that happen, but no, to answer your question, No, I DO NOT WANT to be King, Emperor or high Minister of Magic.. In fact if anyone nominates me for anything, I will hex them appropriately.." he pointed to the crumbled granite pillar.

"Colin Creevy stood and asked. "Harry, what was the Malfoy Plan you spoke of earlier.?

Good one, Colin, The Malfoy Plan was based on genocide.. Lucius Malfoy was so afraid of the 'mudbloods' getting power that he bribed someone in the magical births office to supply him with names and addresses of mundane magical births.. and then he and his inbred jackals would go and do anything they could to go and kill them.. Many of you here are mundane-born, how many of you have lost a parent, a sibling, a child to 'mysterious circumstances'?" he looked around, there were hundreds of hands raised. "And every one of those children were magical, killed because they 'didn't deserve the magic', as some now dead Ministry officials would have you think.."

Someone on The Comittee: "Why are you treating marked Death Eaters differently than non-marked prisoners?

"Because the ritual that a Death Eater goes through to earn that mark.. involves cold blooded murder.. is that something you support, Mr Bletchford?, I think it might be, Mr Bletchford, you know why I say that?.. I have here a confirmed list of all known and captured Death Eaters, and I have here a list with both your brother and son on it.. Mr Bletchford.. the common practice in families is to leave one member unmarked so they can 'take care of business'... are you taking care of business, Mr Bletchford?.."

The man in question froze in place, unable to make himself reply or even move..

"Let me tell all of you a few things.. Being a Death Eater involves taking a life, and not just taking a life, but doing so in the most heinous manner possible.. Your very own Professor Snape, according to the Ex-Great Albus Dumbledore, Snape was a 'reformed man, had his complete trust'..

When Snape was questioned about his initiation as a Death Eater, he was all smiles, remembering the happiest day of his life, he had kidnapped a 7 year old girl from a playground and as an entertainment for his new master, tortured her in various ways.. tormenting her and raping her in front of the gathered Death Eaters.. I could show you a memory of that event, from several people's perspective....He killed that screaming little girl while his dick was stuck up her, so that he could get more pleasure from the process.. so don't tell me that Death Eaters are just misunderstood upright citizens.. To get the Dark mark on your arm, the necromantic magic required a horrible death.. "

The screen behind the 'Citizens Council' lit up with images of Snape doing horrible awful things to a young girl, her shrieks and begging rung out around the stadium.. There were many who lost their lunch,

"Listen to the screams of that little girl, all you inbred pathetic ass kissers..." violently, many who ran for the exits and many who were so stunned they couldn't move. the sound stopped, the vid stopped with two faces showing, a young Severus Snape, laughing ecstatically, and the dead face of a young girl, blood flowing from her mouth and nose.. Silence.. no one spoke, no one said anything. and Harry began.

"I am keeping myself under control here, but my inclination is to take each and every one of you who though unmarked, were supporters of Voldemort, and put you through the same treatment, in fact I wonder if there is any reason not to exterminate the whole lot of you... I have a list of known supporters, right here..." he glared at them. "I, and my people have all taken oaths to serve and protect our culture, to keep the magical people of our world from bringing extinction on themselves.. to put in place ethical and moral laws." "Fair and equal representation for everyone." If you don't want to work with us, stop working against us.. or you will regret it."

Harry looked around at the gathered crowd and decided. "I'm done here, you can ask your questions at my Official website, I may answer, I may not. I have done my part to save our world, my part in the prophecy is done, now leave me and my family alone.. I don't appreciate nosey parkers, as I will hex first and ask questions later, when it comes to people messing with my family."

I will reiterate the basic rules being taught at The Island..

"You aren't as special as you think you are"

"Have some care for others, be they mundane or magical, human or not"

"Do something for society, and not just your own self gratification"

"grow the hell up"

He walked off the podium where the 'Citizen's Council ' sat and joined his ladies. With a swirl of color, they were gone.

Luna was happy, the branches had stopped, the myriad ways had coalesced into a single thread, for the most part, only branching once in a while, whether to have PB&J or Baloney.. She and Neville were heading back to school, Neville for his final year, and Luna for her sixth.. they had become betrothed and were happy together, Luna was getting her mastery in magical creatures and Neville in Herbology, between them they were working with the Lycan growers and herders, and would someday soon become the worlds largest supplier of potions ingredients.. one ironic and somehow appropriate outcome of the removal of Snape was that Neville would get a second mastery in potions. Seems he was pretty good at it when there wasn't an abuser nearby sabotaging him.. Luna was taken one weekend a month to Greece to work at the Oracle of Delphi, basic training in the art and mythos of being a Seer. a decade later, her most promising apprentice would eventually work for Harry and Co, a Seer who specialized in Economic events.. That Seer predicted Financial upsurges and recessions, Had the corporations get into or out of various investments.. The Seer eventually married into the Black family, and was Harry's Son-in-Law.

Harry and Hermione went back to school and were Head Boy and Girl for that year, Daphne and Pansy were in rooms on either side of the Heads room. On the evening of the return to Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione made plans for when to begin their family, Daphne and Pansy were there also and asked for their turns also. Hermione had some news to share.

"I have a way for Pansy to become mother of my child.." They were all attentive. "A Potions Master/Geneticist who lives in Vancouver BC, has created a sex change potion.. according to the data, I can change to a male and impregnate Pansy.. but there's a catch.."

What kind of catch?.. she blushed..

"I have to stay male for at least six months of the pregnancy, I would have to be Herman Granger in order to be a father to a child with Pansy.."

"Wow.. that's kinda.. weird."..Daphne

"I think it's doable, with Speedtime and assorted potions.."Hermione

"We could build a manor on Gruinard and live there for a year, the whole Island is under the charm, so it wouldn't be a problem, I for one don't want to spend another year indoors, I have had enough of that.."

Harry was speaking.. he had spent more time under Speedtime that either of the other women, because his determination to complete his self training.. in fact because of his determination, he was older than Hermione, at least, technically he was, Physically he was still several months younger. It really didn't matter at this point. The time spent was almost entirely indoors, between the DoM private rooms under the Ministry, and the interior of Potter Tower at Hogwarts.. he wanted to spend his time outside, flying, in the sun, the rain, which ever.. in fact the rest of his natural life he would spend more time outside than in. Eating, reading, working, no matter the weather.

The Lord and his ladies retired to bed, eventually Daphne and Pansy fell asleep, Harry and Hermione spent the evening making long slow love together, seeing to the needs of each other. The fell into a deep sleep in each others arms.. Harry woke early and lay there looking at his First Wife.. inspiration struck and he wrote a bit of prose to her as a good morning love note. A while later the ladies got up to go about their day's business and Hermione read the note, a warm place in her heart.. she lay it aside and went off to deal with her day.

Ah hour or so later, the students were al supposed to be in classes, the entry door to the suite opened and a slight redheaded girl crept in.. She poked around, opening drawers, riffling through papers on the desk.. the not caught her eye, she held it tightly her eyes growing wider.

She sat on the bed, tears running down her face,

the note crumpled in her hand.

"Thats not how it was supposed to work.. he was mine.. "

That night at dinner, there was an altercation, between the Weasleys and the Potters.. Ginny was still under the thrall of her mother and Dumbledore's manipulations, and a plan to take the couple as their own property.. somehow this twisted plan was worked out in a sick mind, and promoted..

For the previous year, in fact, fourteen months since the altercation at the DoM, Harry and Hermione had not had much to do with the youngest Weasleys, every free moment was spent working to take back the magical world from the brink, between periods of frantic activity, creating the Lycan culture and homeland, and maintaining their own internal relationship, they had little or no time for any gingers..

The business with Fred and George, was launched and let go, but utilized, in short order that first year, the M-network was launched, The assorted manufacturing and research firms were run by the Brothers Red, and much money was made for all.

The curse breaker teams set out about finding every dark magic and hidden place in the UK, based on information garnered by the capture and interrogations of Death Eaters, fellow travelers, and generally dark people..

The summer between 6th and 7th year was even more hectic, with the creation of The Island, and rebuilding the curriculum for Hogwarts, the business mergers and reorganization going forth, the final straw and arrest of the Dursleys ,and also the final elimination of Voldemort sometime in August..

There was not a day that was not packed with a hundred hours of work and planning. Every day of those fourteen months the Potters had probably spent five days or more under speedtime..

The first day back of 7th year, the potions attack on the Potters, Harry lost it.. the pressure of always being under attack, he let loose, and took Ron down, and it was all he could do to not do it permanently. The years of arguing and jealousy and greed finally came to a head, and Harry had Ron and Molly arrested for participating in a plot to basically kill the Potter line. Hermione had the presence of mind to think that Ginny might just not be herself and when they investigated found that the support structure that was supposed to be in place was not there.. Dumbledore had assured the Weasleys that the healers had repaired the damage done to Tom's mind, but the truth was, they just scabbed it over and ignored it, preferring to use and abuse and obliviate the young witch, It turned out, upon investigation that there were DE symps in St Mungos also, but that was conveniently ignored..

Harry and Hermione did a preliminary bit of work getting rid of the parasite in Ginny's mind right there in the Great Hall, and this was the beginning of healing for the girl.

Ginny was taken to a private healer, a mind healer. The specialist did their thing, and ferreted out every last bit of the infestation in the girl's mind, making sure nothing was left. The healer also repaired the damage done by the false healers those years before, and Ginny was given a new lease on life.

The year went n and the Yule holiday came up. They spent two weeks at their new manor on the south end of Gruinard, The Lycans had built the home out of gratitude for the freedom that Harry had won for them.. a large beautiful house with a massive nursery, two wings for each of his Ladies.. Most of the time they spent together all in one bed, making each other happy in whatever combination worked.. but sometimes, for political or personal purposes, Lord Black spent time with The Lady Black, being the persona they needed to be, usually to greet and or persuade some self important person to their way of thinking.. The other wing, 'owned and run' by the Lady Potter was much the same, but on that side Pansy Granger had her own rooms and household. She had set up as The Lady Granger, opposite The Lord Granger.. and there bore 'him' several children, the first male would be The next Lord Granger, The second Male child was named The Lord Parkinson, as heir apparent to the Parkinson Line. There was another Parkinson, eventually, but the father of that child was Harry, as Pansy finally got over her fear of the males of the species. Harry was gentle and loving and made Pansy feel very loved, just as Hermione had..

The first child was born of Harry and Hermione over the Christmas break from Hogwarts,and was named Jeffrey James Potter.. in time he would be known to all as JJ.

The families, the Potters, Blacks, Greengrass' Granger, Parkinsons.. came to a decision, it didn't matter whom the mother or father was, it mattered that the children were loved, and between them they had quite a few. Harry himself bore three children, one from each wife, Hermione had four, Daphne had six, Pansy had four. in all, seventeen children, and they adopted Carla Jorkins as one of their own, making eighteen. Eventually they assigned names to each child, "You're a Black, You're a Granger, You're a Potter.. but the important thing was, they were all loved.

The end of the Yule holiday came and they went back to school. Winky was in charge of the new child, Jeffery James Potter. Winky kept the child mostly at the Granger household, where Jane doted on her grandchild, but he was brought daily to visit his parents, usually at night. Hermione's recovery from spending the two weeks pregnant went smoothly, no one from school other than Madam Pomfrey could tell that she had borne a child.

Classes had proceeded nicely, there were several new classes, some were offered for the first time, some brought back after decades of being forgotten. Artists were brought in and gave evening and weekend seminars in portraiture and how the wizarding animated portraits are made.. it turned out that Pansy had quite a knack for magical portraiture, and soon created a Potter-Black Family portrait.. with Harry and the three women in his life. There was a charm to daily update the portrait with memories of the day, and the family did this quite often. Pansy became famous in the wizarding world for her portraits and was in much demand for the next hundred or so years.

Daphne was known for her style and fashion, and the fact that she never wore anything twice, She convinced Anton to expand his business from the one store in Basel into a chain of stores that were in every major magical city and population center.. of course those locations were run by people who were absolutely loyal to Anton, keeping his gifts and secrets, Their line of goods were well received by the new booming mundane born population of witches and wizards, those who didn't want to be constrained by traditional garb. His personal work included special designs for a famous singer/actress who was known for elaborate stage shows with multiple costume changes,

The fallout from the attack by the Weasleys was that Ron was finally called to answer for his years of jealousy and greed. He was put before the Judicial Council and found guilty of being a DE sympathizer, unmarked, to be sure, but a sympathizer anyway. He was sentenced to a 'year' on The Island, and that didn't do any good. at the end of the year, he was still sullen and angry, and the attack was judged to be a line ending crime, and thus he was suppressed and transported. a new identity, a new job, a different life, far away from the place he was.

Molly was found to be guilty of direct interference in the family lines of others, and her crimes were judged the same, and she also was mindwiped, suppressed and sent away. It was an ironic situation that they were both sent to the same location that the former Severus Snape was already placed.

Just off the coastal Highway up the eastern edge of Oz, there was a fuel stop and diner. The fuel stop was frequented by the great cross country road trains that carried iron ore and goods across the continent.. The road east initially went up along the low country hills, past the sheep stations, but after a few hundred miles, it was the outback.. the land of dreams and visions. There were those who traversed the land with impunity, but most stayed away from that hard, dry land. The Diner sat off the road, and a gravel parking lot where the wheels crunched and spit rocks.

A tall, lanky red haired male of about 20 came out of a caravan parked behind the diner.. he passed through the kitchen door and went into the dining room and sat at the counter. Behind the counter, a fat red haired woman looked up and said "Sit, I'll have you some brekkies in a minute.." The youth grunted. shortly there was a plate with eggs and toast and bacon, a cup of juice and a cup of coffee. The youth inhaled the food and walked out the door without paying, as it was part of his room and board. The cook behind the wall sneered and turned to the side door and watched the sea in the distance. His dark greasy hair and his hook nose silhouetted against the sky, dark eyes looking for...something.. A bell rang and the fat woman stuck a food order on the carousel, spinning it toward the kitchen. The dark man frowned and returned to his grill, throwing down meat and eggs and toast, again and again and again. Out in the front lot the skinny red kid worked, inserting the hoses into a big Holden road train, pumping in about a thousand gallons of diesel. He walked up and down the sides of the train with his stick, hitting all the tires, checking for a bad sound.. not finding any, the driver and the boy opened the great hood of the tractor, checking the oil levels in the huge motor. The fat woman watched out the window of the diner, wiping the counter, checking the customers for coffee.

The day went on like this, on and on and on.. Fuel. Coffee. Eggs. Wipe. Bacon. Cook. Grill. Again. Again. Again.

The sun went down. The night shift came on. A new cook and waitress came in. The dark man and the red hostess left the diner, entered a cabin out back, part of a cheap motel. Watched tv for a while. Turned it off later. Went to sleep. Tomorrow would be the same, and there would never be any change.

The fuel attendant had his own schedule. Up, eat. Work all day. punch out. Grab his board and cross highway to surf. Paddle out, surf in. Repeat. Out. In. Out. In. until dark. Come in. Eat a meal, go to sleep. Repeat. Again. Again. Again.

Days came and went. Seasons came and went. A Year Came and went. Again. Again. Again. the same. until one day.

A large black car came into the fuel stop. The doors opened. A dark haired man wearing sunglasses got out. "Fill it". He walked around the other side and opened the doors, three women got out, beautiful, svelte.. really beautiful. They looked about, eyes slipping over the fuel attendant. They entered the diner. Used the facilities, sat and had tea and toast. looked around, noticed everything, spoke quietly, paid and left a tip. As they turned, the dark haired man looked out the pass-through from the kitchen.

Their eyes met, nothing.

The man and women got into the car and drove away. The fuel attendant watched as they disappeared in the distance.

That evening, he took his board out to the surf. Paddled out. sat for a bit. Turned the board out to sea and kept paddling, paddling, until he was out of sight.

he was never seen again.

A week later, the dark man in the kitchen made his weekly run to the nearest city to pick up supplies. He got into the small truck, a Holden Ute and drove north towards Brisbane. The intersection split. North toward the town. west toward...where the road trains go.. He stopped. looked. Turned and drove east, inland. The Ute went for a couple hundred miles before it ran out of gas.. Officer Max Rockatansky later found the vehicle on the side of the road, no one around. He drove slowly up the road, and about ten miles on, found a white apron, stained from years of use, and nothing else.

An old Abo man sat in the shadow of a rock outcropping pondering the sights he had seen before him.. A tall pale man with dark hair, walking up the road from beyond the horizon.. He saw the portal of the dreamtime open and the man stand there gazing at the thing.. He took off his apron, and dropped it on the side of the road, and stumbled forward.. A ripple in the air, a heat distortion, a mirage.. and nothing. The poisonous bugs scuttled under the rocks, keeping out of the sun.

A while later, the old man saw Max roll up and stop. Max looked at the apron, looked around to see if there was any tracks into the outback. Nothing. He picked it up. threw it in the car and drove away, the Police Interceptor whining away across the horizon.

Back at Hogwarts. Ginny was ashamed of her behavior while still possessed by the fragments of Tom, and the actions encouraged by her mother. She apologized profusely to Harry and Hermione, but found it hard to be around them. They had forgiven her, but she needed a new venue. The older brothers agreed to send her to South Africa to live with Charlie and his new wife, Dora Tonks at the Dragon Preserve.. she would eventually enter a career as a healer, and have a happy life, marry, have kids and live her life.

Captain Remus Lupin married his Warrant Officer, Elana James, and they kept a home in the highlands of Scotland, near Hogwarts, but much of their time was spent on Gruinard, training and teaching the Lycans of the world.

This was one of the two Islands put under the speedtime charm, as that charm is and always will be a Potter only proprietary charm, the only person who could cast the charm was the head of the Potter family..at least that's the story that they let out.

Remus and Elana were only a few years apart in age, and they fit together in just about every way.. Remus was a great appreciator of music and art, Elana had a nice little band on the side and played clubs and parties. The Lycan race was stabilizing, with very few new infections due to 'wild' weres.. but since the essential cure had been found, there were people from all over the world applying to be turned, for a variety of reasons, not the least of which were Endurance, Extremely fast healing, Strength, Speed, Agility, Enhanced Senses, the Lycans were soon in demand worldwide for Merc work, Exploration, Body guarding, investigative law enforcement, quite a variety of things.. A few even went into the Movie business. The Lupins eventually had children, and though born of Lycans, were not full Lycans themselves.. until the age of consent, when in a ritual they created for the purpose, they also joined the ranks of the Lycan people.

Arthur Weasley, now free of the potions that his ex wife Molly had been dosing him with for all those years, stayed with the Tripartite executive council for a few more years, until his term ran out, and his son Percy stepped into that position with a resoundingly positive vote.. Percy had become quite popular in and around the Ministry, that is to say, The New Transitional Government... he was quite a bit more affable once he got laid more often.. His help in the old Ministry, saving reports on the doings and dealings of the corrupt leaders helped considerably when the Judicial panel got involved.. When Percy took over Arthur's job, Arthur then retired from public office, and worked hard at spoiling his grandchildren, He spent some time working with the Twins in their manufacturing business.. He was a bit sad when they set aside their plans for a Wheeze and Prank business, so they let him run a smaller scale version of the WWW they had planned while at school. Arthur also spent some time working at flirting with Narcy Black.. they had been in school together and were becoming friendly, they enjoyed spending time together.

Narcy made herself busy with the War Reparations Council, trying to undo years of damage done by her ex-husband and his associates.. They had created a timeline that identified almost all the victims of the DEs and Voldemort.. Where there were mundanes involved, they did what they could to help the families of victims anonymously..School scholarships, 'lottery winnings', better deals on homes and the like..

The breeding program helped.. in the five years following the end of the war, there was an increase of births worldwide, and an influx of adoptable babies into the magical UK.. The blood adoption ritual was used on a regular basis, and many family lines that were thought to be dead were brought back to life.. Each adopted child had a permanent record that followed them through life, managed by the goblins, which identified genetic donors, and it became a ritual in the years following to take your potential mate to Gringotts and find if they were too closely related..

Every adoptable child came with a built in trust fund, that guaranteed that child a full education and all their needs met until they came of age, paid for by the confiscated funds of the DEs and other criminals.. so a family that was not well off could still afford to adopt a child. Each individual account was overseen by a council of magical people and goblins, (since they still managed Gringotts).. no child would be lost, held back and certainly not abused..

The next ten years were an enormous boom in population growth in the magical world.. The Representative council grew each year.. when the war ended, there were 66 representatives, each representing 1000 people. A generation later, there were 132 representatives, and growing..

Almost all the classrooms in Hogwarts were being refurbished and used for all manner of things. Classes that had not been in place for years, decades, even.. There were continuing education classes offered for all levels and ages, Potions was a popular choice, for there was twenty years worth of bad teaching to overcome.

Harry's favorite class, which he taught for one semester per year was "Broom work and modification" in essence he taught a class in how to strip a broom down, repair it to it's original specs, or if you wanted to, give it more power and performance.. in the mundane world, he would be teaching a class in how to build a Hot Rod. There was an entire subculture of broom nuts who enhanced or modified every aspect of their brooms, speed, braking, handling, every manner of thing.. Harry had amongst his inheritances and collection many classic and rare brooms which he showed and shared with the classes, since some of them were only seen in history books.. Rare, exotic, weird.. they also covered flying carpets and the basics of care and handling, once the New Transitional Government was in place, many, if not most of the old laws were dropped, and once again Carpets were made legal, taking into account Secrecy laws and the like..

Hogwarts, in association began an arts and music program in cooperation with the M-Network, and every other week held a concert series, where old and new artists came to perform.. There were the not so old and famous, like The Weird Sisters, the new and upcoming artists, pairing old and new together, one week's show had The Tannehill Weavers, Mogwai and Katie Tunstall on the same bill. The Hogwarts Concert series was broadcast worldwide and became The Place to be seen. The Potter-Black clans had a reserved area at the concerts, and their area was always full of people, friends, family, guests.. Many students passed through the patronage of the Potter-Black-Greengrass-Granger-Parkinson clans Students who were exemplary or extra curious about their subjects, students who had gone above and beyond for their classmates and families.. The Clans offered many teachers, Harry, Hermione, Pansy, Daphne, Neville, Luna.. all had skills that were useful to be passed on to the next generations, and they did so, here, a semester, there a year class.. in some instances, though rare, they took on apprentices. Fred and George were always seeking new inventions and made a public offer for invention ideas.. you come up with an idea and if they found it to be a viable and profitable product, they would pay a fee and royalty.. Many people who worked for the brothers came up with ideas, and their megacorp grew larger every year..

The seventh year flowed out until the end. Harry and his wives worked hard at repopulating their families lines.. 'Herman's ' first attempt at making love to Pansy was quite anti-climactic.. in fact it was over before it started.. With much practice and encouragement he finally managed to get it right.. and s/he certainly did appreciate Harry's skill in that area.. Once 'He' was back to his female form Hermione was very appreciative of Harry's skills.. and stamina. The opposite was eventually known also, when Harry-et took a turn, s/he was first with 'Herman Granger' and bore him a Son, Isaac Granger, who was the first of what would eventually be the Great and Noble House of Granger. Harry experienced everything that a young mother did.. and once his/her child was delivered, he also appreciated and understood everything that his wives went through for him.

In the years to come, Harry and his family worked, played, created, sang, danced and flew toward toward the future..

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The ladies pictured below are not exactly as I picture the characters in the story, but they do give some inspiration.

Emma Watson as Hermione

Camille Bell as Daphne

Rachel McAdams as Pansy

well folks, that's it. It started out as a one shot , but it grew on it's own to 11 chapters.. It started out as a Harry/Hermione piece, but they picked up a few lovers along the way.

It's not a great epic with 60 chapters, but I think it tells enough story in the 11 here. Many of the same rules in this universe apply in my other and upcoming stories, Soon, I am going to rewrite The 2Boys Who Lived but first, I have an idea for another story involving pirates and punks, and oil rigs..

If you like my writing, go read Ginnys_Tale you might like it.

TimW