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Summary: The Purebloods managed to pass a law dictating which Wizarding families could marry which other families. And now they're witnessing the consequences of their actions.

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Disclaimer: They all belong to either Joss and ME or JKR and her minions. Deal with it. I have.

Time Frame: Follows Voldemort's defeat and complete destruction in the HP mythos, but does not adhere to any of the idiocies which took place in canon after Harry and Hermione rescued Sirius. Consider this a very different AU version, where the characters could actually think and weren't mindless sock puppets for an author who clearly had never considered either long-term plot development or how the consequences of people's actions might impact on subsequent chapters or books.

Spoilers: None intended, but if you don’t know what happened up to this point, why are you reading this story?

Character Bashing: None.

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: Many thanks to Bill Haden and Theo (Starway_Man) for beta-ing this story.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, "word" indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author's Note 3: This is story #11 for the 2012 August Fic-A-Day Challenge.


Three months after the passing of the Marriage Law, half the members of the Wizengamot had died mysterious, and what no one could possibly believe were accidental, deaths.

The fact that all of the members who had died were Purebloods who had voted in favor of the law was a significant detail which had not gone unnoticed, and one which had generated considerable furor in the aforementioned, oh so venerable body. Politics was more or less the same everywhere, after all; and if there was one thing a politician is usually good at, it’s being able to spot an attack on one’s own power and position.

Unfortunately for the Wizengamot, and for the Wizarding World in general, however, those pureblooded families who were in favor of what the Marriage Law had brought about hadn't yet realized that being Muggleborn and unrelated to any established pureblood families did NOT mean that such people didn't have access to other, possibly much more powerful and influential circles.


Longbottom Manor, England

December, 1998

"All of your consortium's contracted assassinations have been fulfilled as requested, Lady Longbottom," the representative of the Order of Teraka announced formally as the pair met in the main drawing room within the traditional family residence of the Noble and Ancient House of Longbottom. "Our fees have been paid in full, and the Order is hereby providing notice that it considers our current business as satisfactorily completed.

"Do you have any grievances or objections to the services Teraka has provided?" the assassin asked, her words giving the impression that they were almost ritualistic in form and tone. After all, market research on customer satisfaction was always important.

"None at all, Mistress Slaughter," Lady Hermione Longbottom (neé Granger) declared as she offered her guest a firm nod of her head.

"The pureblood families who sought to enslave the muggleborn are only now realizing that, once there are no pureblooded heirs around to inherit, then their spouses – the muggleborn who were forced to marry partners the purebloods chose for them – will control everything they sought to keep from them," the eighteen-year-old matriarch of one of the most respected and well-regarded Wizarding Families in the British Wizarding World declared with a cold smile. So much for legalizing slavery, however hard those snobbish, bigoted arses within the Wizengamot tried to disguise it otherwise.

"The group I represent is more than satisfied with the services Teraka has provided us, Lady Slaughter. And we will most certainly keep you in mind, should we require any additional services in the future," Hermione then said more formally.

"Then, our business is concluded, Lady Longbottom," Mistress Slaughter declared with a stiff, reserved nod.

"All right, then," Hermione said, her body language shifting as she relaxed into a more comfortable semi-slump on the couch she currently occupied.

"And now that those pesky business formalities are out of the way, mum, are you and Daddy free to join Neville and me for dinner Tuesday night?" she asked as she began pouring tea for the two of them.

"Of course we can make it, dear," Monica Granger – someone whom even Hermione’s friends Harry and Ginny Potter, and Ron and Daphne Weasley, still thought was a dentist, just like her husband – smiled indulgently at her daughter. Talk about your family skeletons in the closet...

"Should I make the reservations for 7:00 or 7:30?" Mrs. Granger asked.

"Best make it 7:30, Mum," Hermione replied, sipping her tea. "Daddy did mention he was going to be working late this week, after all, and Roberto’s can get awfully busy."

{ If only I could have persuaded you to join Malcolm and I in the family business, } the assassin thought to herself, as she regarded her firstborn fondly. { Ah well, never mind; maybe the grandchildren will show an interest in it one day... }


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