Disclaimer: Between Planets – Heinlein
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The Prime Minister sprang to his feet when the nation's senior civil servant strolled into his office looking for all the world as if he owned the place.
"Ah, Sir Humphrey, so good of you to join us."
"I am entirely at your disposal, Prime Minister," the man said blandly. "Your missive stated it was urgent?"
"Yes. You of course remember those armored figures that resolved that little magical terrorism problem for us?"
"The ones you dubbed the modern day knights of the round table in your press release in which you took credit for the resolution of said afore mentioned terrorist problem, Prime Minister? Yes, I do believe that I can recall one or two things about them. Why?"
"We've been flooded with questions about them from the press," the Prime Minister blurted. "Dozens of them, they won't let up."
"Yes, I rather thought that would be the expected result of a press release implying ownership. Your point, Prime Minister?"
"So what do I tell them?"
"Simply that it is one of the more secret units in our nation's service and that you cannot release any details without compromising the unit's effectiveness or the safety of the unit's personnel and their families."
"But won't questions be asked when they're never used again?"
"I don't see why. The average member of the press has the same average attention span of a mayfly and half the intelligence. They'll forget the matter in a week."
"True, but I've also been fielding questions from the MOD and you know how pouty the Minister of Defense can get when he doesn't get his way."
"In that case, Prime Minister, I think the solution is both simple and clear."
"It is?" the Prime Minister asked hopefully."
"Yes, we simply procure the services of the afore mentioned machines, their operators, and support staff in exchange for goods, services, or agreements."
"What? As mercenaries? Do you think that will work?"
"I don't see why not, Prime Minister. It's not as if we, as a nation, do not have a proud history of paying others to fight on our behalf after all."
"I suppose we do still have the Gurkhas, don't we?" the Prime Minister mused.
"Precisely, Prime Minister."
"Put out some feelers to Phil Granger, see if he's willing."
"The forces in question answer to his daughter, Prime Minister."
"I thought she was still in school?"
"She's quite precocious by all accounts," Sir Humphrey said cheerfully. "A perfect combination of her father's ruthlessness and disregard for the law and her mother's disregard for the law and ruthlessness according to our friends that don't officially exist."
IIIIIIIIII
Amelia felt drained as her gaze swept over the ranks of Ministry employees that had chosen not to join the muggles. She'd laid it all out, how Potter had conned everyone, her most of all, and had crushed the Ministry's independence from the muggles. She braced herself, preparing to face condemnation, recrimination, and disgust.
"Uh." Maggie Fitz-Smythe, one of the accountants raised her hand. "I thought that was the plan all along. We all abandon the Ministry and start our own with Potter." There was a general murmur of agreement.
"I thought dumping the incompetents on the muggles was a particularly inspired touch on the lad's part," Martin Flewelling opined. "Means it'll be that much more difficult for them to give us any trouble."
"The muggles or our dear former colleagues?"
"Yes," Martin agreed, prompting a round of laughter.
"Right," Amelia said, gaining a second wind. "Just wanted to make sure you were all still on board after hearing about how some of the details have been changed, like the one about dumping Fudge and his cronies on the muggles. You all seem to be okay with it so it seems I was worried for nothing." Best pretend she was in on it the whole time since everyone else seemed to be, Amelia decided, didn't do anyone any good to realize that their leadership didn't have any idea what was going on or what they were doing.
"I'll admit it feels a bit too much like muggle baiting," Martin sighed. "But you said Potter helped the muggles get enough magical support of their own to slap Fudge and the other cowards down if they get too uppity so I guess it's okay."
"Would have objected if not for that," Arty Brown, one of the accountants agreed. "Potter thinks of everything don't he."
"He seems to," Bones agreed. "I've arranged for us to get some temporary office space. I'm afraid it will be a bit before we're able to move into something permanent. Can't say much, but I will say that it's going to be big. Speaking of which, start thinking of what you need to do your job. Think big, then think about how you'd like your departments to be able to grow over the next millennium or so. Potter'll have some architects down in a few weeks to take ideas. This isn't just your chance to get the space of your dreams, it's your chance to have your name blessed or cursed by generations of your successors."
IIIIIIIIII
Anne was waiting when her husband finally got ready for their outing. She loved the man with all her heart but his devotion to fashion got a bit wearing at times.
"Sorry to take so much time, my love, I wanted to be sure that I would be presentable for the history books and it took some time to select the proper watch and cufflinks."
She rolled her eyes. "What history books?"
"If all goes well we're going to witness the first net positive controlled fusion reaction created by humanity," Philip explained. "Think unlimited nearly free energy. We shall have the ability to pull oil out of the atmosphere at will for example. I have a dozen photographers and five painters in attendance to record the event."
"How?"
"Oil is just a chain of mostly carbon and hydrogen atoms, my love. The components are all there, we just need to expend energy to put them together. This will usher in a new age of humanity once we're secure enough to admit that we can do it."
"I imagine that most of the oil producing nations won't be too pleased with us," Anne agreed. "I assume we have a plan for that?"
"Hermione and Luna believe they can create a stable portal to Mars," Philip stated. "We create a base there and we retreat through it if things go poorly on earth."
Anne nodded. "We also make space ships to control the orbit around Earth," she commanded.
"What?"
"It's the ultimate high ground, my love. I doubt most governments will put up too much of a fuss if we can drop rocks upon them from great height if they do."
"That's exactly the sort of uncivilized thinking I expect from someone of your class," Phillip sniffed. "Absolutely disgusting."
"And?"
"And we have plans to do that of course. We're telling Hermione that it's for asteroid defense and in anticipation of meeting potentially hostile alien races."
"Which are also good reasons to have a fleet of warships capable of blockading a planet, I suppose," Anne mused. "What's Harry's reaction?"
"He had a group of researchers begin work on creating giant tungsten flechettes of varying sizes and another to work on a system allowing precision targeting. I'm told they believe that they can accurately destroy a target the size of a car while limiting damage to the surrounding area. I believe that Harry intends to use it for a campaign of targeted assassination if it comes down to it."
Anne nodded in agreement. "He's a good boy."
"Yes he is isn't he, Shall we?" Phil asked, offering his arm.
"We shall, my love," Anne agreed, taking it.
The descended the stairs to the waiting car and Anne expressed surprise at how short the ride was from their country residence to the station.
"I set out to acquire the station upon learning that it still existed," Phil explained. "We're getting a rather substantial tax break for restoring it and agreeing to make it a stop for our heritage railway line."
"One of my blood having a hobby that contributes to the family fortune rather than draining it?" Anne said dramatically as they exited the car. "The scandal."
"Your fault for mixing that blue blood with my red, my dear."
"I've been sullied, my noble ancestors will never forgive me." They strolled through the partially renovated station to the platform where their train was waiting. "Is this the armored train you had constructed for Hermione?"
"One of them," Phil agreed, regarding the luxurious carriage with a practiced eye. "They do good work."
"Exquisite," Anne agreed. "Remind me to see if they do jewelry."
One of the guards cleared his throat. "Known for it, ma'am."
Phil raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"I'd imagine watches would be no problem either, sir," the guard stated. "I've never heard of them making one, but their craftsmanship is unrivaled."
"Make a note of it, Suzanna," Anne ordered.
"Yes, ma'am," her shadow agreed.
"Thank you, Suzanna," Anne said with a smile over her shoulder. "And thank you as well," she said to the guard.
"All part of the service, ma'am."
Anne took a seat on one of the plush couches. "Beside me, please, Suzanna."
"Ma'am?"
"I think we'll let the car's attendants take care of the tea, you spend too much time on your feet to turn your nose up at an opportunity to get off them."
"Yes, ma'am," the maid said with a smile. "Thank you, ma'am."
"The rest of you may as well make yourselves comfortable as well if you think it won't interfere with your duties," Phil stated as he took a seat across from his wife. "Tea, please." Fine china teacups on saucers appeared an the table in front of them.
"Now then," Anne began as she lifted her cup. "Tell me about this nuclear fusion reactor we're going to see."
"I know very little about it, my dear, but I'll do my best to explain what I do know. Superheated hydrogen gas is formed into a doughnut shape and spun around so fast that the atoms smash into each other making more heat and light which can be harvested and converted into other forms of energy such as magic and electricity."
"It's not radioactive?"
"It is, but not nearly as much as fission," Phil stated. "Or so I've been led to believe. Easier to deal with as well. My experts have assured me that it is not a problem and so have the other experts that I have consulted so I am not going to worry overmuch about it. It's the same process that powers the sun if that puts your mind at ease."
"It does," Anne agreed. She turned to her maid. "Suzanna, how is your brother doing?"
"Well, ma'am. He was recently promoted to corporal and is hoping to be selected to try out for the Special Boat Service."
"Be sure to pass on our congratulations and well wishes," Anne ordered. "Is he thinking of making a career of it?"
"No, ma'am. He's still hoping to become Ms. Hermione's driver after leaving the service."
The group continued to make small talk until the train rolled to a stop at the converted rail maintenance facility that was the site of the girls' fusion research laboratory.
Two rows of goblin combat engineers snapped to attention as the alighted from the train and two dozen of Harry's best joined their security detail to escort them into the facility. In the distance they could see hundreds more goblins in fortified positions and making roving patrols around the compound. Harry, it seemed, wanted to leave nothing to chance.
The main building appeared to have been constructed at the tail end of the Victorian era. Made of red brick and scaled to admit half a dozen engines at a time it dominated the landscape and the handful of attending administration buildings surrounding it.
"Once more unto the breach, my dear," Phil murmured to his wife as they stepped through the double doors into the gloom.
Phil froze the moment his eyes adjusted to the darker interior and the hazy mass in front of him began to take shape. It looked like a giant steel hedgehog, a sphere covered in equidistant spikes.
"Darling!" he was tremendously proud of how steady he managed to keep his voice.
"Yes, daddy?" his little girl appeared.
"Is that what I think it is?" he raised a hand to indicated the device.
"Of course!" she said excitedly. "Well spotted! A model anyway, we're hoping to have a test model in a month and a working prototype soon after that."
"I see." His lips tightened. "Darling . . . exactly why are you building nuclear weapons?" And why in the hell hadn't her minders stopped her or told him?
"What?" the look of utter bafflement on his daughter's face caused his pulse to slow just a touch. "That's not a nuclear device, daddy."
"I see." His wife's snort of amusement and derision caused his pulse to slow a bit more. "What is it, darling?"
"It's a magnetic target fusion reactor," Hermione said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "It uses a spherical chamber covered in steam powered pistons. The pistons compress at the same time compressing a liquid metal liner which in turn compresses hydrogen plasma causing fusion. It's perfectly simple and obvious, daddy. I don't understand why you thought it looked like a nuclear device."
"You're working on another fusion reactor design?"
"We're working on several, daddy," Hermione chirped. "Luna and I are hoping this particular one will be easier to adapt to power trains. We're working on the others because you never know what research will spawn what research so it's best to research everything rather than to fossilize and let yourself be satisfied by the tech tree you're on."
"Wonderful to hear that," Phil said, allowing himself to relax. "You can understand why I was worried though, can't you, darling?"
"I really can't, daddy," Hermione disagreed. "As I said before, it looks nothing like a nuclear device. I can show you our models of nuclear devices later if you want so you can see the difference."
"You made models of nuclear warheads?"
"Perfectly to scale," Hermione agreed proudly.
"Exactly how accurate did you make them, darling?" He did his best to ignore his wife's unhelpful giggling.
"Fairly accurate, daddy. We didn't use any real explosives and we used uranium in place of plutonium in the implosion devices, of course, but they're pretty close other than that."
"You used actual uranium?" he squeaked.
"Two thirty eight, daddy," Hermione said in exasperation. "Do you think we'd waste two thirty five on a model?" Hermione shook her head. "We're not children, daddy, we wouldn't use uranium two thirty five on toys when there are much more useful things we could do with it."
Anne smiled widely. "We would love to see your models later, darling. What scale did you chose to make them at?"
"One to ten," Hermione said brightly. "We had the space for it and one to ten is still big enough that you can appreciate a lot of the finer details."
"Wonderful. Now, you mentioned that you and Luna would have other uses for Uranium two thirty five. Incidentally, what's the difference between that and . . . what was the one you used for your models?"
"Two thirty eight," Hermione answered. "They're different isotopes. Two thirty five can be used as a neutron generator, or in gun type devices, or in fission plants. Two thirty eight can be used to make plutonium if you've got the neutrons or as ballast or, I've heard the military uses it in ammunition. Luna and I would probably use two thirty five as a neutron generator in a breeder reactor to manufacture plutonium if we had a large enough quantity of it to bother with."
"So you don't have any at the moment?" Anne asked intently.
"We haven't really seen the need to go through all the trouble, mum," Hermione admitted. "I suppose we could get some centrifuges to start refining it out of yellow cake if you think we should though," she finished thoughtfully.
"Probably best to focus on your current projects for now," Anne stated quickly. "We don't want you burning out, do we?"
"No, mum."
IIIIIIIIII
Hermione led her parents into a large chamber dominated by what resembled a cylindrical fuel storage tank the size of a small one room cottage.
"Is that it?" Phil asked, not wanting to repeat his earlier error.
"It is, daddy," Hermione agreed.
"Seems underwhelming for something that will change the world," he murmured. Upon closer inspection he saw that every square centimeter of it liberally covered with precisely engraved runes.
"Not on the outside, no," Hermione agreed cheerfully. "Everyone else should be here soon, so feel free to make yourselves comfortable but only sit in your assigned chair," she ordered.
"There is such a thing as being too organized, darling," her mother said, looking amused.
"It's not that, mum," Hermione giggled. "Each chair has been crafted to perfectly fit the assigned person. You won't be as comfortable if you sit in someone else's chair."
Anne's eyebrows went up. "These are bespoke chairs?"
"Yes, mum," Hermione agreed. "Mine is the most comfortable thing I've ever sat on. I wouldn't want you to miss out on the experience."
Phil whispered into his wife's ear, "I can safely say that this is yet another thing she gets from your side of the family."
Anne giggled. "Decedent luxury is something to be appreciated, not mocked. You'd understand that if you came from better breeding."
"I am a man, not a horse or a dog," Phil replied, kissing her on the cheek. "Why don't we agree to put this conversation on hold until we're some place more private."
"Tease."
Hermione sighed. "Ahem!" The girl glared at her parents.
Phil grinned at his daughter. "How did you get our sizes, darling?"
"The house elves just know, daddy."
"I'm going to want several sets of furniture," he stated. "It'll be a good opportunity to see how much better you've gotten at negotiating contracts."
"Fine," Hermione huffed. "As I was saying. Uncle Jim should be here soon along with Neville and cousin Juliette. Harry's already here as is Luna."
"We're here," Jim announced, walking in with Ada on his arm. "Lovely to see you, darling. Thank you for inviting us to witness this."
"Thank you for coming," Hermione replied. She nodded to her cousin and classmate who entered after the man. "Welcome, Neville, Juliette."
"Thank you for inviting us," Juliette replied.
"I'm still a bit confused why you did though," Neville confessed. "You said this was important to the plans Harry's got for a new government now that we've disposed of Fudge and the rest of the useless bits of the Ministry."
"Yes," Hermione agreed. "Why are you confused."
"Because I'm just someone who dabbles a bit with plants and now potions," Neville stated still not having grasped his new field of study. "I'm not some grand inventor, like you or some titan of business, like your father." He nodded to Phil. "Or a war hero, like Harry."
"Not a war hero?" Hermione squeaked, staring at the boy like he'd grown a second head. "You led the attack that saved Harry's life."
"I just did what anyone else would have done," Neville said, shrugging the matter off. "But even if I was a hero, it's just one particularly bad afternoon in what I hope will be a very long life so I don't think it's fair to use that as a judge for the rest of my life. Please don't misunderstand, I'm happy to be here as your guest, I just don't think I belong here on my own account."
Harry's voice came emerged from one of the doorways, announcing the boy's imminent arrival. "You've invented a number of interesting potions and I suspect that you will continue to do so. Leaving that aside your knowledge of plants will be tremendously useful in the near future. Aside from that, you're family. You've earned your place here and you belong here, Neville. Don't you dare let anyone tell you different."
Juliette shot her boyfriend a look of smug satisfaction. "See, I told you."
Neville nodded. "Alright," he agreed. "Just don't expect me to do too much."
Hermione's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "You're afraid of getting assigned work that will cut into your greenhouse time," she accused.
The look on Neville's face confirmed it. "You're not worried they'll try to give you responsibilities that will cut into your research time?" he countered.
"Of course not," Hermione sniffed. "I have people for that."
"You can do that?" Neville blurted looking relieved.
She nodded. "We'll talk later," Hermione promised.
Amelia arrived a few minutes later and everyone took their seats to witness the momentous occasion. In lieu of giving a speech, Hermione gave Luna a meaningful look causing the girl to give Sprocket a nod.
"We're showing a net gain of twenty to one," the goblin reported.
"Wonderful." Hermione rose to her feet. "Shall we, Luna."
Anne looked around the room, seeing a number of confused faces. Seemed she wasn't the only one that had expected more. "That's it?"
"What did you expect, mum?" Hermione asked. "Everything happens on the inside. We could have gotten this done last night if not for daddy's insistence that we make a show of it."
Anne's look turned to her husband. "Oh?"
Phil sighed. "I expected you to make a speech or something, darling."
"Speeches are for the public, daddy. If you really wanted me to make a speech or something then you should have offered me something for it. I don't like making speeches so you should have offered me something I wanted more than I didn't want to do a speech. You did not so I did not and you have no one but yourself to blame for that."
Anne suppressed a giggle, she was not the only one, Jim did not bother suppressing his laughter. "She gets that attitude from your side of the family," she whispered into her husband's ear.
Phil nodded. "You are, of course, correct about that, darling. Well spotted. When can we expect to have the Mars mission ready for launch?"
"When?" The girl cocked her head. "There's no reason we couldn't do it now, daddy. The only thing holding us back was the lack of power and-" She waved at the reactor. "-as you can see, that issue has been solved."
"So we can finish things up today?" he asked intently.
"Of course, daddy."
"We're doing so," he decided. "Do whatever you need to do to prepare things." He sighed. "We need to get the rest of the Alliance here to witness this."
Harry spoke up. "I'll take care of it. Dobby, if you would."
The little elf appeared. "Dobby will let everyone know to come."
"Flint, take care of the portkeys," Harry ordered. "How soon before we can get them ready while still bearing in mind that I don't want anyone to be able to trace them here?"
"Twenty or so minutes, chief."
"Dobby, tell them that the matter is urgent and that we'll have portkeys ready in half an hour," Harry ordered.
"Dobby will do, great Harry Potter, sir!"
"Um." Hermione bit her lower lip, clearly reluctant to express her thoughts. "Shouldn't we wait to build the colony until after Voldemort's been dealt with? We don't want to split our resources too much, do we?"
Her Uncle Jim smiled widely. "Do not concern yourself with the matter, darling. The situation has been handled."
"It has?"
"For good this time," he promised. "I saw to it myself."
"I confirmed it," Ada stated.
"Oh." Hermione made eye contact with Harry and blushed faintly. "Um, Harry, could I . . . I need to speak with you in private for a bit."
"Of course," he agreed, allowing the girl to lead him out of the room.
IIIIIIIIII
Marcus Davis and Archibald Greengrass, founders and heads of Greengrass-Davis Luxury Goods were the last to arrive to the meeting. Both men looked around and felt a sinking feeling when they realized what they were seeing. High ranking goblins complete with their retinues, dozens of former high ranking Ministry officials, the entire Weasley family, and everyone else Potter had recruited in his fight against the dark lord. They braced themselves for what they knew was to come. Time to secure their family's legacy or die trying.
Phil approached the pair with a wide smile. "Mark, Archie, glad you both could make it. I apologize for the lack of detail and the short notice, but we've been overtaken by events and secrecy is of paramount importance. I'm sure you both understand."
"We do," Archibald agreed. As they were dealing with a muggle, his brother-in-law would take the lead.
"I presume it's to discuss our offer to commit wholly to the fight against you-know-who?" Marcus stated. "Archie and I are both willing to do our part if you need an extra wand or two." Hopefully one of them would survive.
"It is not. Voldemort's dead," Phil stated, causing the other two men to stare at him in shock. "This is about something much more important."
The brothers-in-law shared a long look. "You're certain?"
"As certain as I can be without having taken the time to piss on his grave myself," Phil agreed cheerfully.
"If not our offer to join the fight, what is this about?" Marcus asked.
"My daughter is about to open up the richest trading route to have ever existed and I'm not the sort of man that would cut out his business partners at the last minute. You two are here because you are our business partners and because of that afore mentioned offer. Gentlemen, are you ready to get richer than everyone else in the world combined?"
The wide grins on the two brother-in-law's faces was all the answer Phil needed. He gave his wife the nod.
"Luna!" Anne called out, summoning the girl to her side.
"Yes?"
"We're ready, dear. Would you mind fetching Harry and my daughter, please?"
"Of course," Luna agreed. "Winky!"
"Yes, Ms. Luna?"
"Please arrange the chairs in the portal room as we discussed in configuration number three."
"Yes, Ms. Luna," Winky agreed.
"Thank you, Winky." The elf disappeared. "Sprocket."
"Yes, Ms. Luna?"
"Please have everyone shown to the portal room and please have everything ready when they arrive. Hermione and I have discussed the matter and we have decided that you will have the honor of flipping the switches."
"It will be done," the goblin agreed. "Thank you, Ms. Luna."
"Thank you for being you, Sprocket," Luna said cheerfully. She turned to Anne. "Meet you in the portal room."
"See you soon, Luna," Anne agreed.
The girl shot the woman a wide grin before bouncing out of the room.
The crowd followed their goblin guides through a dizzying array of passageways and stairs to a dome shaped cavern deep underground in the center of which was a large ring made out of a silvery metal. Several rows of chairs sat facing the ring and already seated at the dead center of the very front row was Harry Potter. Seated to his left was an excited looking Luna Lovegood and to his right a faintly blushing Hermione Granger who was visibly doing her best to ignore the crowd. Noted but not commented upon was the fact that the girl was holding Harry's right hand with both of hers. Seated in the rows behind them were the crews that ran and maintained the Hogwarts Express.
Phil cleared his throat after everyone had taken their seats. "What would it take to get you to record some words for posterity, darling?"
"I am shortly to become the richest girl to have ever lived, daddy, exactly what do you have to bribe me with?" She seemed to be honestly curious to hear his answer.
Phil waited for the laughter to subside. "I withdraw the question, darling."
Hermione took a deep breath. "Ready when you are, Sprocket."
"Portkey away," the goblin reported. "Portkey landed. Everything reads normal. We can open the portal upon your command, Mistress Fabricator."
The girl smiled. "Now," Hermione ordered calmly. A number of things happened at that moment; Sprocket threw a large knife-switch, causing a portal to spring into existence through which a desolate red plain could be seen, Luna wrapped herself around Harry's left arm, and the three members of the Hogwarts Express' crew sitting behind Harry rose to their feet and each rested their hands on Harry's shoulders. "It's safe," Hermione said calmly. "I know it's safe, Luna and I did the calculations to ensure it would be safe but you are not going to prove it by risking yourself by going through it first, Harry Potter."
Harry tried to shrug. "I'll agree so long as neither of you will do it for me."
"Deal," Luna offered.
"Deal," Hermione agreed.
"Which means you can let me go," Harry continued.
Hermione looked over her shoulder and nodded to the crew who resumed their seats.
"It also," Harry continued. "Raises the question of who is going to go through first."
"Sprocket?" Hermione asked. "How's the environment around the portal looking?"
"Stable, Mistress Fabricator. We have a safe zone around the portal of approximately five thousand cubic meters and growing. Backups are in place in case of power loss."
Anne sprang to her feet and promptly had her wrists seized by both her husband and maid.
Jim turned to his date. "I'm fine going second," he offered. "I rather think I've had enough excitement to last me a while."
"I rather agree," Ada said blandly.
The question ended up being resolved a few moments later when Harry's owl glided into the room, dropped an envelope onto the boy's lap and then shortly thereafter became the first owl in history to go interplanetary.
"Hedwig!" Harry cried in exasperation.
"She's through," Hermione said in shock. "Sprocket, can you see her?"
"The owl has landed," Sprocket reported. "I repeat, the owl has landed."
Harry turned his head back and forth to regard Hermione and Luna, neither of which seemed inclined to let go. "There's a whole new world waiting for us on the other side of that thing. Shall we?"
The End
Dedicated to the memory of Dave Gerecke
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Continuity errors noted by laros_deejay, slickrcbd, lurkerkamen, naseemuzzaman, Richard6154, carrot1151
Names thought up or otherwise provided by: Wömbat, Tannin, The Plot Mechanic, Tara Li
Line by Z C
This covers all that came before and at least most of what comes after. Sorry if I missed you, I'm sure I missed more then a few.
As a final end note, I often wonder if anyone catches the hints I often put in the titles/disclaimers. Likely doesn't help that I also often have them in languages other than English.
Note from KumaBear27101: I hope you enjoyed this rendition of Harry Potter. I also hope you enjoy the not quite an epilogue.