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Chapter 20
The Witches of the world have a Secret, of course poor Harry is stuck in the middle. Post Goblet of Fire.
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Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret
Chapter 20
11 Sept 1995 (Sidereal)
10 Sept (Off Sidereal)
Janet woke up and stretched. Last night came back to her and she literally purred. Harry might be fifteen years old in physical age, but he was about seven hundred in his knowledge of women and how to make them come, screaming his name. She giggled to herself and rolled over. She found herself looking into a pair bright green, smiling eyes. They closed on her and her mouth was taken in a burning kiss. She pulled her mate on top of her and between her legs. Thrusting with her hips, she lined him up and he drove into her. She sighed, stretched, and relaxed into the long, slow thrust Harry was using on her. She purred again until she finally clenched and screamed his name.
Later, after Harry had taken Krista and then Krystal again, they found themselves in the bath with Nym and the Primaries. They languidly observed as Emma and Victoria came into the bath and got their daily ration of Harry time. Bathsheba helped them as Harry had not had a chance to talk to their parents yet, and then she took a nice turn with Harry as her reward.
Janet was amazed at the amount of sex Harry was capable of.
"You haven't seen anything yet, Janet. Although he hasn't bound three in one night for over a month."
After that comment Nym looked around. "PT, ladies, if you please."
The bonded chorused, "Yes, Nym"
Janet chuckled. "Is it always like this? I can't stop smiling even though my face hurts."
"Unless you're stupid like me." Janet caught Hermione and hugged her, then she kissed her firmly.
"We aren't perfect, Hermione; we all make mistakes."
Hermione leaned her head on Janet's shoulder for a moment, remembering the bad intelligence and bad decisions that had put Janet in the position she had been in a month ago, wounded, surrounded and cut off.
"You know that wasn't your fault, Janet. We went through this last night."
"I know, Hermione, but it doesn't change how I feel."
"But Harry does, doesn't he?" Hermione looked at her with eyes sparkling and bit Janet gently on her left nipple through her T-shirt. Then she scampered away toward the gym.
Janet stood stunned for just a moment and then gave chase. It felt good to act like a teenager again for just a moment.
PT went very well. Janet, Krystal, and Krista joined at a level close to the very high level the mates had already reached; Cynthia and Clarissa, although at a lower level and unable to draw on the bond, put on a very tough performance.
Harry finished quickly and then took Cynthia back to the master suite. She was out of her dressing gown in a flash and on her knees with her throat full of Harry almost before Harry had a chance to look at her magnificently maintained beautiful body.
Harry pulled out of her throat and went exploring. Cynthia was not a trophy wife for nothing; she knew her body well, and she knew how to use it.
Nym and the rest of the mates were in the shower when the bonding orgasm hit them.
Clarissa wasn't waiting any more; as Harry rolled off her mother, she sheathed him. Cynthia could not believe how erotic it was to feel Harry ripping away her daughter's hymen and then slowly but surely driving Clarissa insane.
Clarissa clenched on Harry as she experienced the first orgasm ever given to her by someone else. It was massive, much bigger than the ones she had given herself. She was exhausted, but Harry kept moving in her-with authority, but slowly and gently. She had been very tender, but as he kept moving she suddenly became desperate for him to satisfy himself in her. She physically needed him to come in her. She began thrusting in time with his thrusts, and as she did she drove herself further and further toward a massive orgasm.
Clarissa began working her muscles, or trying to, and her clenching and unclenching on him pushed Harry to the edge with her. He sat up and leaned down. He locked onto her right nipple and sucked hard. Clarissa exploded, taking Harry with her. She found Harry in her mind or herself in Harry's mind and she ran through his thoughts and memories. As she processed the memories, she came to hate her father.
"Shhhh, baby, it's done. We're one now, so it doesn't matter any more."
Clarissa collapsed and he carried her to the tub.
Breakfast that morning was subdued as the new mates processed in the bond. As they left the dining room, Sirius caught up with Harry. "All right there, Harry?"
"Yeah, Sirius, just letting the girls settle in."
"Girls?"
"Janet, Krystal, Krista, Cynthia, and Clarissa."
"Oh."
Harry looked at Sirius and grinned. "Not many more, I think."
"Probably good, that."
"Yea probably."
They entered the little theater again and found Tim already on the stage.
"Your Grace, with your permission we'll go through a staff briefing and discuss who you wish to fill the primary staff positions. Of course you will fill the commander's position."
A slide appeared on a screen behind him.
House Potter Light Infantry (Magical)
His Grace Harry Potter, Duke of Magic
Commanding
"Your Second in command and Chief of Staff will be?"
"Nym, Mr. Spicer."
"Tim, if you please, Your Grace."
Harry grinned at him, "Harry, then, Tim."
"Okay, that gives us-" He made some adjustments and looked up at the screen again.
House Potter Light Infantry (Magical)
His Grace Harry Potter, Duke of Magic
Commanding
Her Grace Nymphadora Potter, Duchess of Magic
Executive Officer/Chief of Staff
"Now we need your G1, Harry. A G1 is the principal staff officer for all matters concerning human resources."
"That would be Susan."
The slide updated.
House Potter Light Infantry (Magical)
His Grace Harry Potter, Duke of Magic
Commanding
Her Grace Nymphadora Potter, Duchess of Magic
Executive Officer/Chief of Staff
Duchess Susan Potter
G1
"Your G2? A G2 handles intelligence."
"Daphne."
House Potter Light Infantry (Magical)
His Grace Harry Potter, Duke of Magic
Commanding
Her Grace Nymphadora Potter, Duchess of Magic
Executive Officer/Chief of Staff
Duchess Susan Potter Duchess Daphne Potter
G1 G2
"Your G3-a G3 handles operations."
"Hestia, and her assistant will be Hermione."
House Potter Light Infantry (Magical)
His Grace Harry Potter, Duke of Magic
Commanding
Her Grace Nymphadora Potter, Duchess of Magic
Executive Officer/Chief of Staff
Duchess Susan Potter Duchess Daphne Potter Duchess Hestia Potter
G1 G2 G3
Duchess Hermione Potter
G3A
"Good choice, Harry. That job is tough. Your G4-G4s handle all classes of supply."
"Ginny."
House Potter Light Infantry (Magical)
His Grace Harry Potter, Duke of Magic
Commanding
Her Grace Nymphadora Potter, Duchess of Magic
Executive Officer/Chief of Staff
Duchess Susan Potter Duchess Daphne Potter Duchess Hestia Potter
G1 G2 G3
Duchess Hermione Potter
G3A
Duchess Ginevra Potter
G4
"Okay. Now I think you're going to need a couple of special staff positions. A G5 handles civil military interactions. I believe that in your case this person would be responsible for those functions plus controlling the remnants of the government."
"Amelia, Tim.."
"And a resource manager who would handle money?"
"Narcissa."
The slide updated one last time.
House Potter Light Infantry (Magical)
His Grace Harry Potter, Duke of Magic
Commanding
Her Grace Nymphadora Potter, Duchess of Magic
Executive Officer/Chief of Staff
Duchess Susan Potter Duchess Daphne Potter Duchess Hestia Potter
G1 G2 G3
Duchess Hermione Potter
G3A
Duchess Ginerva Potter Duchess Amelia Potter Duchess Narcissa Potter G4 G5 RM
"Thank you, Harry. Now, the Chief of Staff would normally lead these briefings and they would proceed in numerical order followed by the RM, if desired. I'll start training your staff, and we will provide more and more information to you as we learn what our functions are. Your other bonded will work in their areas of expertise under your Primary wives and receive or participate in the briefing also. I would like to schedule a class after dinner every evening, Harry."
"First you want me working under Daphne, then you take my time away, Tim. Make up your mind."
Daphne blushed furiously at the aggressive sexual images Luna was broadcasting to her in the bond and handed Tracey a Galleon.
Tracey laughed and shook her head. She added some images of herself and Luna double-teaming Daphne.
Krista laughed out loud and said, "I love this. It's like...I don't know, but I love it," in the bond.
Harry cleared his throat and said, "We'll add the class, Tim. Now, ladies, if you please, I believe we have Arithmancy."
Harry offered his arm to Nym and led her from the room.
Classes proceeded well. Janet, Krystal, Krista, Cynthia, and Clarissa discovered the knowledge available in the bond and went to conduct a review with Septima while the rest of the bonded continued working on arithmetically deconstructing "Dark" magic and attempting to arithmetically define evil intent. The discussions were esoteric, at the least, and while Remus wanted to stay, Sirius and Alastor dragged him away with Andrew and Tim to discuss gaining control of the Order of the Phoenix. They ended up in the library.
"Alastor, what exactly is the Order of The Phoenix?" Tim asked curiously.
"A militant order. The old Order of the Garter would be the only frame of reference you have, Tim. This Order was originally chartered in Arthur Pendragon's time to be a check on both Dark wizards and the monarchy if it ran out of control-Guardians of Magic and Chivalry, if you will."
"So what happened, Alastor? Why didn't the Order function as it should have?"
"First time and then Dumbledore, Your Grace. He controls the Order, and for some reason he does not engage in direct combat with it. At best he might try to defend some place if the Order's intelligence told us where to expect an attack."
"What happened to this Dumbledore fellow, Alastor? I understand he killed Grindlewald, who was, I've been told, Adolph Hitler."
"Yes, Tim, he did. I'm not sure what happened after that. The wizarding world kind of went to sleep. We didn't really change anything.
"The Dark lords had started rising in quick succession after maybe 1850. They progressively became more and more violent. Germany had two of them in a row, resulting in the first and second wars, and then we had Riddle. The Russians suffered under Rasputin, a full-blown Dark Lord, and Stalin, who was at least Dark-influenced. He wasn't much of a wizard, though."
"Riddle was dis-incorporated when he tried to kill Harry the first time, but I know Albus knew he wasn't dead, just like I did. He collapsed the Order and just waited. I know there was a prophecy but those things are notoriously hard to interpret. The one that we have about Harry is one of the least vague I've ever heard of, and it's still junk, in my opinion. When the dust clears we'll all sit around and nod over how right it was, but for now it's junk."
"Do you think he's under some form of compulsion, Alastor?"
"I wish it were so, but no, none that I can find or my little eye can see. The only compulsions on Albus are coming from Albus. I think he was unwilling to realize there is a new power. And then once he got over his denial, instead of passing the torch he decided to keep it and the fame, fortune, and recognition that went with it."
Sirius added, "He's constructed a house-of-cards arrangement of justification, with his trump card always being "the greater good", Andrew. Unfortunately, his greater good seems to be limited to redeeming pureblood males who have committed all kind and manner of crimes."
"That being said, Sirius, is there perhaps a reason for his wanting to redeem them rather than kill them?"
Remus jumped in here. "A misplaced theory, a Victorian attitude about women, and a lack of understanding of science, Tim."
"How so, Remus?"
"The magical human population of Britain is small and shrinking. I believe this can be directly linked to inbreeding. In their attempt to maintain power, the blood purists are in fact disallowing genetic diversity.
"America has never followed this policy, and they have a magical birth rate of nine in ten; ours is lower at about six in ten. This is among families where both parents are magical. Now, consider that the magical are only about one percent of the population to start with. So in America you have about 2,990,000 magical people to our 600,000. Their birth rate is higher, so they're accelerating away from us as we restrict ourselves and our population shrinks. They also have generally more high-powered magical children.
"Magic is neither recessive nor dominant, as genetic traits go; it just seems to crop up in lines. So the more magical people you have breeding, the more magical people you get.
"All of this is without considering first-generation wizards and witches. I personally believe and there is evidence to support that these supposed first-generation magical folks are the results of magic coming back in a long-dormant line. We'd have to do some genetics work, but that technology is improving and I believe we'll eventually crack the code, so to speak.
"I've seen his attitude about women change over time, and I believe he now thinks of them simply as tools to be used to get purer-blood heirs on."
"Remus, are you sure there are that many magical people in Britain? I mean, Hogwarts only gets about forty to sixty new students a year."
"Because that many can pay for it, Sirius. It's not free. Many magical families are working in the Mundane world or are hidden back in the forgotten magical glens and hollows. Harry knows this, as does Hogwarts. Why do you think the school is so big and has so many disused classrooms?"
"Our first year had a hundred and two children. How big was your year, Alastor?" Remus asked.
"About a hundred forty."
"If you figure the population between eleven and seventeen at one percent of the available population, then there should be six thousand magical humans in school somewhere."
"This is very interesting, gentlemen, but back on point-what are we going to do about this Order of the Phoenix?"
At Andrew's comment they refocused and continued their discussion until Geoffrey came and got them for lunch.
"Gentlemen, how were your discussions?"
"Productive, Harry. We have a plan and we'll put it into execution at the next meeting."
Sirius turned to Minerva. "Minerva, do you know how many students should have been enrolled in Hogwarts this year?"
"Well, Durmstrang gets fifty to sixty, Beauxbatons gets another fifty to sixty, so we should have had fifty to sixty. If you're asking how many magical children were born, that is a totally different thing. There were eight hundred fifty-seven magical children that turned eleven this year. Many of them are not of a caliber that could attend Hogwarts. And many of them cannot afford it or the other top-flight schools. They generally accept apprenticeships or are educated by their parents and relatives."
"There are some-eerrr, well-hedge academies, we call them in the staff room, and they are reasonably good."
Harry had been doing math in his head. "Errr, Minerva, that means there would be 10,284 magical children in grades six through twelve. We'll have to expand the Royal Academy."
"Harry, I can easily take four hundred per year. That's what I was designed for. With some work, we could probably make it six hundred."
"So that makes six thousand-plus in the Royal Academy. What do you think, Chu?"
"I'll get with the Goblins, Harry. We'll make the school a little bigger on each side. It will work."
"Plus we can charm the school to be bigger inside than outside, Harry."
"I know, Emmeline, but I wanted to use that to take care of any-eerrr-bubbles in the population or population growth."
Minerva smiled at Harry. "We'll take care of it, Harry. Chu and I have been looking into the population numbers. We've been using the magical births register now that I have control of it. We'll get the schools sized properly once we run the numbers past Luna."
The bond settled into planning and training. The rest of the day went very well.
Chapter 20
11 Sept 1995 (Sidereal)
10 Sept (Off Sidereal)
Janet woke up and stretched. Last night came back to her and she literally purred. Harry might be fifteen years old in physical age, but he was about seven hundred in his knowledge of women and how to make them come, screaming his name. She giggled to herself and rolled over. She found herself looking into a pair bright green, smiling eyes. They closed on her and her mouth was taken in a burning kiss. She pulled her mate on top of her and between her legs. Thrusting with her hips, she lined him up and he drove into her. She sighed, stretched, and relaxed into the long, slow thrust Harry was using on her. She purred again until she finally clenched and screamed his name.
Later, after Harry had taken Krista and then Krystal again, they found themselves in the bath with Nym and the Primaries. They languidly observed as Emma and Victoria came into the bath and got their daily ration of Harry time. Bathsheba helped them as Harry had not had a chance to talk to their parents yet, and then she took a nice turn with Harry as her reward.
Janet was amazed at the amount of sex Harry was capable of.
"You haven't seen anything yet, Janet. Although he hasn't bound three in one night for over a month."
After that comment Nym looked around. "PT, ladies, if you please."
The bonded chorused, "Yes, Nym"
Janet chuckled. "Is it always like this? I can't stop smiling even though my face hurts."
"Unless you're stupid like me." Janet caught Hermione and hugged her, then she kissed her firmly.
"We aren't perfect, Hermione; we all make mistakes."
Hermione leaned her head on Janet's shoulder for a moment, remembering the bad intelligence and bad decisions that had put Janet in the position she had been in a month ago, wounded, surrounded and cut off.
"You know that wasn't your fault, Janet. We went through this last night."
"I know, Hermione, but it doesn't change how I feel."
"But Harry does, doesn't he?" Hermione looked at her with eyes sparkling and bit Janet gently on her left nipple through her T-shirt. Then she scampered away toward the gym.
Janet stood stunned for just a moment and then gave chase. It felt good to act like a teenager again for just a moment.
PT went very well. Janet, Krystal, and Krista joined at a level close to the very high level the mates had already reached; Cynthia and Clarissa, although at a lower level and unable to draw on the bond, put on a very tough performance.
Harry finished quickly and then took Cynthia back to the master suite. She was out of her dressing gown in a flash and on her knees with her throat full of Harry almost before Harry had a chance to look at her magnificently maintained beautiful body.
Harry pulled out of her throat and went exploring. Cynthia was not a trophy wife for nothing; she knew her body well, and she knew how to use it.
Nym and the rest of the mates were in the shower when the bonding orgasm hit them.
Clarissa wasn't waiting any more; as Harry rolled off her mother, she sheathed him. Cynthia could not believe how erotic it was to feel Harry ripping away her daughter's hymen and then slowly but surely driving Clarissa insane.
Clarissa clenched on Harry as she experienced the first orgasm ever given to her by someone else. It was massive, much bigger than the ones she had given herself. She was exhausted, but Harry kept moving in her-with authority, but slowly and gently. She had been very tender, but as he kept moving she suddenly became desperate for him to satisfy himself in her. She physically needed him to come in her. She began thrusting in time with his thrusts, and as she did she drove herself further and further toward a massive orgasm.
Clarissa began working her muscles, or trying to, and her clenching and unclenching on him pushed Harry to the edge with her. He sat up and leaned down. He locked onto her right nipple and sucked hard. Clarissa exploded, taking Harry with her. She found Harry in her mind or herself in Harry's mind and she ran through his thoughts and memories. As she processed the memories, she came to hate her father.
"Shhhh, baby, it's done. We're one now, so it doesn't matter any more."
Clarissa collapsed and he carried her to the tub.
Breakfast that morning was subdued as the new mates processed in the bond. As they left the dining room, Sirius caught up with Harry. "All right there, Harry?"
"Yeah, Sirius, just letting the girls settle in."
"Girls?"
"Janet, Krystal, Krista, Cynthia, and Clarissa."
"Oh."
Harry looked at Sirius and grinned. "Not many more, I think."
"Probably good, that."
"Yea probably."
They entered the little theater again and found Tim already on the stage.
"Your Grace, with your permission we'll go through a staff briefing and discuss who you wish to fill the primary staff positions. Of course you will fill the commander's position."
A slide appeared on a screen behind him.
House Potter Light Infantry (Magical)
His Grace Harry Potter, Duke of Magic
Commanding
"Your Second in command and Chief of Staff will be?"
"Nym, Mr. Spicer."
"Tim, if you please, Your Grace."
Harry grinned at him, "Harry, then, Tim."
"Okay, that gives us-" He made some adjustments and looked up at the screen again.
House Potter Light Infantry (Magical)
His Grace Harry Potter, Duke of Magic
Commanding
Her Grace Nymphadora Potter, Duchess of Magic
Executive Officer/Chief of Staff
"Now we need your G1, Harry. A G1 is the principal staff officer for all matters concerning human resources."
"That would be Susan."
The slide updated.
House Potter Light Infantry (Magical)
His Grace Harry Potter, Duke of Magic
Commanding
Her Grace Nymphadora Potter, Duchess of Magic
Executive Officer/Chief of Staff
Duchess Susan Potter
G1
"Your G2? A G2 handles intelligence."
"Daphne."
House Potter Light Infantry (Magical)
His Grace Harry Potter, Duke of Magic
Commanding
Her Grace Nymphadora Potter, Duchess of Magic
Executive Officer/Chief of Staff
Duchess Susan Potter Duchess Daphne Potter
G1 G2
"Your G3-a G3 handles operations."
"Hestia, and her assistant will be Hermione."
House Potter Light Infantry (Magical)
His Grace Harry Potter, Duke of Magic
Commanding
Her Grace Nymphadora Potter, Duchess of Magic
Executive Officer/Chief of Staff
Duchess Susan Potter Duchess Daphne Potter Duchess Hestia Potter
G1 G2 G3
Duchess Hermione Potter
G3A
"Good choice, Harry. That job is tough. Your G4-G4s handle all classes of supply."
"Ginny."
House Potter Light Infantry (Magical)
His Grace Harry Potter, Duke of Magic
Commanding
Her Grace Nymphadora Potter, Duchess of Magic
Executive Officer/Chief of Staff
Duchess Susan Potter Duchess Daphne Potter Duchess Hestia Potter
G1 G2 G3
Duchess Hermione Potter
G3A
Duchess Ginevra Potter
G4
"Okay. Now I think you're going to need a couple of special staff positions. A G5 handles civil military interactions. I believe that in your case this person would be responsible for those functions plus controlling the remnants of the government."
"Amelia, Tim.."
"And a resource manager who would handle money?"
"Narcissa."
The slide updated one last time.
House Potter Light Infantry (Magical)
His Grace Harry Potter, Duke of Magic
Commanding
Her Grace Nymphadora Potter, Duchess of Magic
Executive Officer/Chief of Staff
Duchess Susan Potter Duchess Daphne Potter Duchess Hestia Potter
G1 G2 G3
Duchess Hermione Potter
G3A
Duchess Ginerva Potter Duchess Amelia Potter Duchess Narcissa Potter G4 G5 RM
"Thank you, Harry. Now, the Chief of Staff would normally lead these briefings and they would proceed in numerical order followed by the RM, if desired. I'll start training your staff, and we will provide more and more information to you as we learn what our functions are. Your other bonded will work in their areas of expertise under your Primary wives and receive or participate in the briefing also. I would like to schedule a class after dinner every evening, Harry."
"First you want me working under Daphne, then you take my time away, Tim. Make up your mind."
Daphne blushed furiously at the aggressive sexual images Luna was broadcasting to her in the bond and handed Tracey a Galleon.
Tracey laughed and shook her head. She added some images of herself and Luna double-teaming Daphne.
Krista laughed out loud and said, "I love this. It's like...I don't know, but I love it," in the bond.
Harry cleared his throat and said, "We'll add the class, Tim. Now, ladies, if you please, I believe we have Arithmancy."
Harry offered his arm to Nym and led her from the room.
Classes proceeded well. Janet, Krystal, Krista, Cynthia, and Clarissa discovered the knowledge available in the bond and went to conduct a review with Septima while the rest of the bonded continued working on arithmetically deconstructing "Dark" magic and attempting to arithmetically define evil intent. The discussions were esoteric, at the least, and while Remus wanted to stay, Sirius and Alastor dragged him away with Andrew and Tim to discuss gaining control of the Order of the Phoenix. They ended up in the library.
"Alastor, what exactly is the Order of The Phoenix?" Tim asked curiously.
"A militant order. The old Order of the Garter would be the only frame of reference you have, Tim. This Order was originally chartered in Arthur Pendragon's time to be a check on both Dark wizards and the monarchy if it ran out of control-Guardians of Magic and Chivalry, if you will."
"So what happened, Alastor? Why didn't the Order function as it should have?"
"First time and then Dumbledore, Your Grace. He controls the Order, and for some reason he does not engage in direct combat with it. At best he might try to defend some place if the Order's intelligence told us where to expect an attack."
"What happened to this Dumbledore fellow, Alastor? I understand he killed Grindlewald, who was, I've been told, Adolph Hitler."
"Yes, Tim, he did. I'm not sure what happened after that. The wizarding world kind of went to sleep. We didn't really change anything.
"The Dark lords had started rising in quick succession after maybe 1850. They progressively became more and more violent. Germany had two of them in a row, resulting in the first and second wars, and then we had Riddle. The Russians suffered under Rasputin, a full-blown Dark Lord, and Stalin, who was at least Dark-influenced. He wasn't much of a wizard, though."
"Riddle was dis-incorporated when he tried to kill Harry the first time, but I know Albus knew he wasn't dead, just like I did. He collapsed the Order and just waited. I know there was a prophecy but those things are notoriously hard to interpret. The one that we have about Harry is one of the least vague I've ever heard of, and it's still junk, in my opinion. When the dust clears we'll all sit around and nod over how right it was, but for now it's junk."
"Do you think he's under some form of compulsion, Alastor?"
"I wish it were so, but no, none that I can find or my little eye can see. The only compulsions on Albus are coming from Albus. I think he was unwilling to realize there is a new power. And then once he got over his denial, instead of passing the torch he decided to keep it and the fame, fortune, and recognition that went with it."
Sirius added, "He's constructed a house-of-cards arrangement of justification, with his trump card always being "the greater good", Andrew. Unfortunately, his greater good seems to be limited to redeeming pureblood males who have committed all kind and manner of crimes."
"That being said, Sirius, is there perhaps a reason for his wanting to redeem them rather than kill them?"
Remus jumped in here. "A misplaced theory, a Victorian attitude about women, and a lack of understanding of science, Tim."
"How so, Remus?"
"The magical human population of Britain is small and shrinking. I believe this can be directly linked to inbreeding. In their attempt to maintain power, the blood purists are in fact disallowing genetic diversity.
"America has never followed this policy, and they have a magical birth rate of nine in ten; ours is lower at about six in ten. This is among families where both parents are magical. Now, consider that the magical are only about one percent of the population to start with. So in America you have about 2,990,000 magical people to our 600,000. Their birth rate is higher, so they're accelerating away from us as we restrict ourselves and our population shrinks. They also have generally more high-powered magical children.
"Magic is neither recessive nor dominant, as genetic traits go; it just seems to crop up in lines. So the more magical people you have breeding, the more magical people you get.
"All of this is without considering first-generation wizards and witches. I personally believe and there is evidence to support that these supposed first-generation magical folks are the results of magic coming back in a long-dormant line. We'd have to do some genetics work, but that technology is improving and I believe we'll eventually crack the code, so to speak.
"I've seen his attitude about women change over time, and I believe he now thinks of them simply as tools to be used to get purer-blood heirs on."
"Remus, are you sure there are that many magical people in Britain? I mean, Hogwarts only gets about forty to sixty new students a year."
"Because that many can pay for it, Sirius. It's not free. Many magical families are working in the Mundane world or are hidden back in the forgotten magical glens and hollows. Harry knows this, as does Hogwarts. Why do you think the school is so big and has so many disused classrooms?"
"Our first year had a hundred and two children. How big was your year, Alastor?" Remus asked.
"About a hundred forty."
"If you figure the population between eleven and seventeen at one percent of the available population, then there should be six thousand magical humans in school somewhere."
"This is very interesting, gentlemen, but back on point-what are we going to do about this Order of the Phoenix?"
At Andrew's comment they refocused and continued their discussion until Geoffrey came and got them for lunch.
"Gentlemen, how were your discussions?"
"Productive, Harry. We have a plan and we'll put it into execution at the next meeting."
Sirius turned to Minerva. "Minerva, do you know how many students should have been enrolled in Hogwarts this year?"
"Well, Durmstrang gets fifty to sixty, Beauxbatons gets another fifty to sixty, so we should have had fifty to sixty. If you're asking how many magical children were born, that is a totally different thing. There were eight hundred fifty-seven magical children that turned eleven this year. Many of them are not of a caliber that could attend Hogwarts. And many of them cannot afford it or the other top-flight schools. They generally accept apprenticeships or are educated by their parents and relatives."
"There are some-eerrr, well-hedge academies, we call them in the staff room, and they are reasonably good."
Harry had been doing math in his head. "Errr, Minerva, that means there would be 10,284 magical children in grades six through twelve. We'll have to expand the Royal Academy."
"Harry, I can easily take four hundred per year. That's what I was designed for. With some work, we could probably make it six hundred."
"So that makes six thousand-plus in the Royal Academy. What do you think, Chu?"
"I'll get with the Goblins, Harry. We'll make the school a little bigger on each side. It will work."
"Plus we can charm the school to be bigger inside than outside, Harry."
"I know, Emmeline, but I wanted to use that to take care of any-eerrr-bubbles in the population or population growth."
Minerva smiled at Harry. "We'll take care of it, Harry. Chu and I have been looking into the population numbers. We've been using the magical births register now that I have control of it. We'll get the schools sized properly once we run the numbers past Luna."
The bond settled into planning and training. The rest of the day went very well.
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