Being Different Year 7

A Secret Meeting

The next morning Anne got dressed in her deep purple robes and did her hair in one long plait down her back.

She only picked at her breakfast, today was so important if it went wrong they were screwed.

“Tonks,” Anne said over breakfast, “can I come into work with you today?”

“Um why?” asked Tonks.

“There’s someone I need to talk to,” Anne shrugged.

“Don’t forget there’s a meeting this afternoon, we need to start sorting out the muggleborns,” said Remus.

“I know I wont be gone long.”

“Alright,” said Tonks slightly suspiciously.

Tonks and Anne both pulled on their cloaks after breakfast and Anne side apparated to the ministry with Tonks.

“What is going on here Anne,” whispered Tonks as they arrived at the Ministry.

“I need to talk to someone, if I don’t we’ll all be dead within a few months.”

“Cant I help you then?” asked Tonks.

“No I have to go alone,” said Anne firmly.

Tonks looked at her nervously for a moment before heading off to the lifts to get to Auror department. Anne didn’t need the lift, she was already on the right floor.

She headed over to the offices for the Minister of Magic and Support Staff.

“How can I help you?” asked a witch who was sat at the reception desk in front of the offices.

“I need to speak to the Junior Assistant for the Minister of Magic,” said Anne clearly.

“Do you have an appointment?” asked the witch.

“Um no,” said Anne pulling at the end of her plait, “it’s an urgent family matter.”

Fortunately, Anne had red hair, so the witch believed her and showed her to the correct office.

She knocked on the door, it was right opposite the office for the Minister, Rufus Scrimgeour who was looking at her with interest.

“Enter!” called a muffled voice from within the office.

“Anne!” said a shocked voice when she went into the office.

“What are you doing here!” he whispered frantically.

“I’m here on urgent family business,” said Anne clearly before casting muffliato on the office door.

“Hello Percy,” Anne grinned sheepishly.

“What are you doing here?” Percy asked again more urgently.

“Its nice to see you too Percy,” said Anne as she sat down in the chair opposite his desk.

“Not that it isn’t great to see you Anne” Percy sighed shaking his head and smiling, “but I haven’t seen anyone in two years, any of my family or any of you.”

“Don’t tell me that you’ve come to try and get me to go to Bill’s wedding?” he asked with a look of realization on his face.

“Mum’s already sent me fifty letters, but sending you is just below low.”

“Nobody knows I’m here,” Anne explained, “we need your help, Percy.”

“I am not getting involved in the Order of the Phoenix,” said Percy firmly.

“It’s not that, you know as well as I do that Tom is going to take over within a matter of months.”

Percy nodded solemnly.

“Why do you need me though,” asked Percy deeply confused.

“You’ve got to admit,” said Anne, “that you are pretty influential within the ministry.”

Percy smiled slightly.

“What can I say,” said Percy, “its what I’ve always wanted to do and I appear to be good at it.”

Anne bit her lip slightly.

“We need your help hiding muggleborns,” she blurt out.

“What?” whispered Percy.

“Hiding muggleborns,” nodded Anne.

“You can’t hide all the muggleborns in the country, there’s a thousand of them.”

“Anne,” said Percy looking at her with worry in his eyes, “it’s not too late to back out.”

“We have to do this.”

“Anne, if he finds out, he’ll kill you, he’ll kill the muggleborns and anyone whos trying to hide them.”

“Tom’s going to kill them anyway Percy!” Anne shouted.

Percy flinched slightly.

“We’re not trying to hide all of them,” Anne explained, “just the ones up till eighteen.”

“That’s still a lot of people,” admitted Percy, “and I’m sorry but I can’t help you.”

Percy looked briefly at a photograph on his desk.

“It’s Penelope isn’t it?” asked Anne, Anne remembered that Penelope was a muggleborn.

“Percy there’s no if about it when Tom comes to power, the first thing he’s going to do is get rid of the muggleborns.”

Percy seemed to think for a moment before sighing deeply.

“What do you need me to do?”

“Well firstly, we need lists of the muggleborns below Hogwarts age so we can hide them too.”

“You do realize that will take me about five seconds?” asked Percy.

“Why else do you think I came to you?”

“You’ve got a point there,” chuckled Percy.

“Also, do you have any contacts in International Magical Cooperation?”

“I’m the Junior Assistant to the Minister, I have contacts in every department.”

“We’re trying to get some of the children out of the country.”

“Which country?”


“Why Australia?” asked Percy.

“It’s the other side of the world, the last place Tom would look, and one of the muggleborn’s families are actually Australian.”

“Well I’ll see what I can do,” nodded Percy.

“They’ll be needing passports, immigration documents, accommodation the lot.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” before leaving his desk for a moment.

He left the office and came back twenty minutes later carrying a huge stack of parchment.

“Here’s the list of known muggleborns, eighteen and under,” he said passing her several pieces of parchment with names and addresses.

“I’ve talked to the Australian representative,” said Percy, “she says it will take a lot of sorting out, but they’ll be willing to take up to ten muggleborn children as long as they have at least four adults.”

“Well the Potagers are already going so that’s two adults, and I know Hermione wants to get her parents out of country.”

“Well that’s four adults then, so they can take ten of your muggleborns.”

“Just out of curiosity how many are we looking at here in total?” asked Anne not sure if she wanted to know the answer.

“Just under sixty,” sighed Percy.

“Where are you going to be hiding them?” he asked.

“Most of them in Order houses,” said Anne as she scanned the long list

“Oh I thought as much,” muttered Percy.

“Is there something wrong Perce?” asked Anne looking up from the parchment.

“Its Penny,” he muttered, “I’m doing all of this and she’s not even in the right age range, you cant protect her.”

“You can protect her Percy,” said Anne, “you know proper warding spells.”

Percy shrugged and looked longingly at Penelope’s picture.

“You really love her don’t you Perce?”

“I’d do anything for her,” he sobbed, “she’s the only family I’ve got left.”

“Percy,” Anne said taking his hand across the desk, “how long have I known you?”

“Fifteen and a half years,” he answered.

“I trust you otherwise I would never have come here, you may not be the biggest Dumbledore fan in the world but you know whats right. Persecuting muggleborns isn’t right Perce.”

“Why else do you think I’m helping you!” Percy shouted.

“Listen to me Perce,” said Anne urgently, “I think I can help you. Do you and Penelope live together?”

Percy looked at her confused for a moment before nodding sheepishly.

“We’re going to struggle to find space for all these kids even if we send some to Australia,” Anne explained, “have you got any spare rooms at your flat?”

Percy nodded as he stopped crying for a moment.

“One bedroom and a box room.”

“If you can take some of the kids, we can make sure you’ve got the best protection possible, you and Penelope.”

“Are you serious?” stuttered Percy.

Anne nodded.

“You already know about it, so I don’t see why you shouldn’t take some in if you want to.”

“But who would look after them while I’m at work?”

“Penelope,” said Anne simply.

Percy seemed to be smiling slightly.

“So how many can you take?”

“Three, maybe four at a push,” said Percy trying to think it through in his head.

“If you need me just contact me on this coin, you just tap it and tell it what you want it say,” said Anne passing him a galleon from her bag, she had got the idea from Hermione back in fifth year.

“Um thanks,” he said looking at the coin with interest.

“You’ll need to pick a code name,” said Anne, “so I know who the message is from.”

“How about Legolas,” he smirked.

“Perfect,” beamed Anne, she knew that most of the wizarding world had never even heard of the Lord of the Rings.

“Thank you Percy,” said Anne getting up and going to give Percy a hug, “for everything.”

“Its alright,” said Percy, “its only what anyone else would have done.”

“Its not Perce and you know it,” she chuckled as she put away her list of muggleborns in her bag.

“Your family misses you you know,” she told him.

Percy raised his eyebrow slightly at her.

“Oh alright, your Mum misses you,” admitted Anne.

“Anne,” said Percy as she turned to leave, “you can’t tell anyone about this, any of this.”

“Even if your family might forgive you?” asked Anne.

Percy shook his head firmly.

“Good luck,” Percy called.

“You too,” she replied before taking the muffliato charm off the door.

She stood in the wide-open doorway, where the Minister for Magic was still watching from across the hallway.

“Just so you know,” she sobbed fake tears running down her cheeks, “you’re breaking Aunty Molly’s heart by not coming to the wedding.”

She ran from the office and flued home before anyone realised that the tears running down her cheeks were fake ones and that her hair was dark red rather than the Weasley bright red.

“Are you alright Sis?” asked Harry as she appeared in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place.

“You look you’ve been crying,” he added.

“I’m fine,” Anne shrugged.

“You all finished with your secret business?” asked Julian

“For your information yes I have,” she said smiling.

“What have you been up to?” asked Harry suspiciously.

“You’ll find out,” she said her head in the air as she left the room.

Anne had a quick sandwich for lunch and changed into a tee-shirt and a pair of jeans before heading down to the meeting downstairs.

It wasn’t as big as the meeting in April had been but the sitting room in Grimmauld place still had at least twenty people there, including their newest member Hermione Granger, who was sat next to Ron. Harry and Anne weren’t officially of age yet but it was only a few weeks away and as they were so important in this mission, they had been invited to the meeting.

“Right,” said Kingsley, “well thank you everyone for coming.”

“The first thing we need to do is to check how many prospective houses we have available,” said Moody.

“Well we’re going to take some here obviously,” said Sirius, “its already so well protected.”

“Naturally,” muttered Kingsley writing it down.

“How many?” asked Moody.

“Ten?” offered Sirius

“I and Gwen can take some,” said Landon, “we’ve already got Av and Ais and loads of space.”

“How many can we put you down for?” asked Kingsley who was making a list.

Landon seemed to be figuring something out in his head.

“If Rolf and Irwin share, then we’ve got three spare rooms, so I’d say six?”

“Thank you, Landon,” said Moody earnestly.

“We’d love to take some,” said Mr Weasley, “but what with the wedding…..”

“It’s alright Arthur,” said Moody, the Burrow was already stretched to bursting point with the preparation for Bill and Fleurs wedding in a few weeks.

“I can take a few,” said Lyall Lupin.

“Are you sure Dad?” asked Remus.

“I brought you up, I can cope with a few kids,” chuckled Lyall.

“Should I put you down for three Lyall?” asked Kingsley.

Lyall nodded.

“Its only Neville and I at ours, we’ve got three spare rooms,” said Mrs Longbottom.

“Six?” suggested Kingsley.

Mrs Longbottom nodded.

“Are you sure Augusta?” asked Mrs Weasley, “six children is a lot to handle.”

“It’ll give me something to do whilst Neville is at school, besides it could be exciting, and I’ve got Winky to help me.”

“Fair enough,” muttered Mrs Weasley.

“How many is that so far?” asked Moody.

“Twenty-five,” sighed Kingsley.

“It would be useful if we actually knew how many we were dealing with,” said Kingsley.

“Well actually,” said Anne handing him a few pieces of parchment, “we do.”

Kingsley and Moody quickly scanned through the parchment.

“Anne,” stuttered Kingsley, “you’re a miracle worker.”

“Where did you even get these?” asked Moody as he scrolled through the lists.

“Ministry contact,” she smiled.

“Less said the better?” asked Kingsley.

“Well I’m not going to complain,” said Moody impressed, “we’ve got the lists of every muggleborn of eighteen and below in the country.”

“Well done sis,” said Harry giving her a hug.

“Is that what you were up to this morning?” asked Remus.

Anne blushed and nodded slightly.

“So how many are we dealing with then?” asked Sirius.

“Eighty,” said Anne, “but twenty are under six and don’t need worrying about immediately. Tom’s not going to care about five year olds.”

“So that’s still sixty,” muttered Sirius.

“But we’ve already found places for twenty-five,” pointed out Mr Weasley hopefully.

“Theres more,” Anne said.

The whole room turned to look at her with interest.

“I’ve found someone who is willing to take either three girls and one boy, or three boys and one girl.”

“Well that’s another four.”

“My contact had also been in touch with the a representative from the Australian Ministry of Magic, they’ve agreed to help us.”

“How?” asked Moody.

“Well they are willing to take the Potager family, so Brenda, Keith and Liz will be going back to Australia.”

“They were going to try doing that anyway,” said Harry,

They had talked to Brenda about her and family going back home.

“They have also agreed to take nine more muggleborn children, if they have two more adults.”

“Are you serious, they are willing to take ten muggleborns?” asked Kingsley.

“It also means,” said Anne looking over to Hermione, “that we can get Mr and Mrs Granger out of the country.”

Hermione’s mouth dropped open slightly.

“But Australia’s so far away,” she said trying to hold back her tears.

“Which is why Tom won’t look there,” said Anne.

“Also, the Australian Ministry are going to give them all the best protection possible.”

“You’re right Kingsley,” said Moody, “she is a miracle worker.”

“How many does that leave?” asked Remus.

“Twenty-one,” said Kingsley, “twenty if we don’t include Hermione.”

“That’s still a lot,” sighed Lyall.

“If we’ve found housing for forty, we can find some for the other twenty,” said Moody.

“And the best part is,” said Kingsley, “we now know where and who they all are,” he indicated the parchment.

“Just out of curiosity Anne,” asked Moody at the end of the meeting, “how long did all this take you?”

“Oh about an hour,” she shrugged, “my friend did most of the work.”

“And you can’t tell us who that is?” asked Moody.

“No, they swore me to secrecy.”

“Anne,” said Remus pulling her in for a hug, “do you know how many lives you have saved today?”

“It’s nothing,” she shrugged before getting ready for the next day.

She had to go visit the Potagers and was meeting up with another school friend tomorrow.

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