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PANSY PARKINSON spends her time productively post-war, funding start-up businesses, and working with Jeremy to expand the Food Network into a successful company that helps to fund a non-profit that provides free and reduced groceries to all low income citizens of Albion. She and George marry about five years post-war, and start a business together (along with Fred and Fu Lee) called Albion Enterprises that invents and produces muggle/magical hybrid products. The company becomes wildly successful, making them all ridiculously wealthy. She and George have two children, Louis and Olivia, and they live fairly low-key lives with occasional extravagances -- taking the entire extended Weasley family abroad often, and indulging George's love of aeroplanes. Their main home is next-door to Ron and Sally-Anne's.

She has a reputation for her generous philanthropy, and her keen eye for discovering talent and funding promising businesses. She's regularly featured in Forbes, and writes several successful books on women in the workplace.

Even though George never regains his magic, both of their children end up with magical abilities. Louis is sorted into Slytherin and becomes a Beater, putting his dad in the unenviable position of having to root for Slytherin, which pleases Pansy to no end. Olivia ends up in Gryffindor, though, which balances out the equation nicely. Their house is often filled with laughter and music, and they do their best to stay close with other members of the Order despite busy schedules. Pansy remains especially close to Sally-Anne, Ron, and Sue, and becomes one of Sue's main cheerleaders and supporters during her rough patch, switching pub nights for coffee dates.

Pansy writes Lucius every Christmas. She has a strained relationship with her mother and step-father, but her half-brother, Ewan, is a regular visitor at dinner and enjoys being an uncle greatly.

Hey, Linus.

I was talking to Ern at lunch. He said he wasn't sure whether you'd have a memorial here or not, but that regardless, any support would be appreciated, and, well, I just wanted to say that I'm so deeply sorry for what happened to your family, and if there's anything I can do, well, you just say the word.

I know that it can be so hard when families fall on either side of things, and that must just make everything even more complicated and awful.

You've been an absolute brick these past few weeks, working on the wards project and all, and when your dad did what he did to remove Dolohov as Headmaster, it was so very brave of him. Liv and Horace were such shining stars, and after you kept them safe during the Battle, it's just

You've got so much on your shoulders right now. I don't mean to go on. I only wanted to say that I'm here if you need anything.

Best,

Pansy

You're awake! That's absolutely marvelous. It's so very good to see you writing again.

I've been keeping notes as we go -- the Sleeper programme is on schedule, and there hasn't been anything unexpected. Sluggy and I have been keeping on top of things, and we'll continue to do so until you're back on your feet, but between the two of us, we're only half a Hermione, so for everyone's sake, here's to a quick recovery.

I can come by once you're up for it to go over things, if you'd like.

draco, that one thing you made with the cherry in it was really wiz.

and the other thing? the thing with gin? that was pretty nice too, but the chery thing was the best thing. Clearly.

you are going to do just great, I know you will.

Today's been

ugh.

So Fred sends me this patronus earlier this evening, which immediately sends me in to a tizzy because last time I got a patronus from Fred

you know.

Anyways. Turns out George went to the quidditch shed because he really wanted to hit some bludgers around and he couldn't, and it all sort of came crashing down into a giant thing where he was furious about not being able to help Ginny and ended up breaking half the things in the shed. It's a bloody miracle he didn't cut himself on broken glass or break something in his hands (I checked), and he'll be stiff as all get-out tomorrow.

It was like

Well, he's always been so even-tempered about losing his magic. You know George. Upbeat and "we'll sort it out." But he was just so furious and helpless for the first time about it, because of Ginny, really, and Fred yelled at him for a bit and Terry got all Terry because boys are idiots, but I managed to talk him down and we all sat there for like a solid hour crying about it, and then chucked things at the lake and threw sticks for the Professor for ages and ages.

I've never seen him that angry before.

I don't care if he gets his magic back, and I know that he's already found all sorts of things that need doing that don't need a wand, but rescuing Ginny will. If we ever manage to, that is.

How's Ron? Still wound tight?

I hate this.

Hey, Tuna brain. I'm coming back to Hogwarts to see if there's anything I can do for your mum.

Is there anything in the works for trying to get Ginny back?

~~Are you planning to do something foolishly heroic? You'd let us know if you were going to take on Buckingham yourself, wouldn't you?~~

I had the most vivid dream about Daphs last night. We were listening to music and she was going on and on about these plans she had for an academy of dramatic arts and she seemed so happy and wistful.

I miss her.

I have an enormous box chock full of records.

The bands have names like Nirvana and Soundgarden and Foo Fighters and Talking Heads and Bashtung and Noir Desir and Mano Negra and Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers and Poison and Metallica, and they all look utterly wild.

It's taken ages to get together. I had to get in touch with a shop in Paris who could understand what I wanted, and I hardly knew where to begin, so we started just sort of exchanging information about the top ten hits on the radio in France and America and went from there. And apparently, most people don't really listen to records any more, so while they make some for novelty, it's actually sort of difficult to find records of recently made music. They had something called tapes for a while, but now it's disques compactes or somesuch, and we needed a special machine to play them with electricity and batteries and things, so they had to track down the actual records, and they're here! It's like Christmas.

You'd better believe they'll be on our radio soon enough. But first, there'll be a rather massive listening party at Hogwarts.

Hey.

You're taking the full weekend. Okay? If I have to sit on you.

And tomorrow night we're going to get drunk off our arses.

And we're going to tackle Ashfield's transport issues. Tomorrow. Not tonight. And if we don't finish it by the time we stop working and start drinking, we'll get back on the broom on Monday. The potatoes will still be there, waiting patiently. I promise.

Hello, all. Pansy Parkinson here. You may have heard me on the radio in the last few days talking about what happened at Hogwarts, why I joined the Order, and how to sign up for our Food Distribution Network.

I've been giving some thought lately to the notion of opportunity.

I think we stand at the edge of a true worldwide revolution -- a revolution that we can lead. Think about it. There is an entire world out there filled with a lot of people, most of whom don't do magic, and ignoring them all would be rather silly. Why not think of them as potential customers who would be amazed by a cream that really does remove spots, or who'd leap at the chance to get their hands on a jumper that never stains, or a pot that cleans itself -- the little conveniences that we take for granted that they'd be willing to pay good money for. And what about the ways magic can improve automobiles, aeoroplanes, and films? Those things were created by Muggles, just imagine all the things we could come up with if we're working together.

There's an entire global market out there, and we have an incredible opportunity as a country. It takes all sorts to pull something like this off - inventors and manufacturers and artists, and people who know a thing or two about Potions and Charms and Runes and Muggle medicine and engines and tools, and those who'd know what non-magical people would want to begin with and whether it'd be useful for them, so the way I see it, there'd be plenty to go round.

As a young business owner, this is just such an incredibly exciting time -- and reading what the Transitional Government wants to do in terms of business and trade makes a great deal of sense to me.

The Protectorate was just too narrow and constricting -- it had a very specific idea of who to give opportunities to, and even then, the opportunities that were given tended to be conditional, and often dangerous, and carried a heavy personal price.

I can handle the personal price that Albion is asking of me -- they want me to work with non-magical people, and treat them with respect and dignity. That seems to be a reasonable trade-off in my book, especially as I see a chance for all of us to benefit from it. And if those non-magical people are given opportunities and treated with respect and dignity? I think you'll find that they rather like freedom from fear and earning a decent living just as well as the rest of us.

If they want to know what I wrote you, you can say I wrote this:

'I was there too, you know. I know what really happened.'

Honestly, though, Lucy, I wanted to say that I'm sorry for what you've been through. You lost so many good friends, and that must have been awful and frightening and terribly sad. If I lost Sally-Anne, I honestly don't know what I'd do. I'd be lost, and alone, and I'd want to lash out at the people who were responsible for it. And if I couldn't lash out at them, that anger would have to go somewhere.

I can imagine the sort of pressure you're under. I've been there.

I know what it's like to want very badly to keep the people you love safe, and be worried about them. To love someone because they're family, despite what they've done.

There's nothing wrong with that. It just makes things more complicated sometimes.

But Lucy, I just want to make sure that you feel safe, too.

Remember what Mrs Longbottom said to everyone before you left? She meant every word, and she still does. The Order will provide a safe place for any student who needs it.

And remember, Lucy, this Private Message is truly private. No-one besides you will ever be able to read it, and no-one will ever know if you've written me back. But if you ever do want to talk, I'll be here.

To the one who now calls himself Harry Potter:

You belong to me, and always have. This has always been your purpose. This has always been your destiny. Accept it - embrace it.

Come to me and you need never know pain or fear again. Come to me willingly, and you can end this pointless conflict now and forever. Come to me before midnight in two days' time, and no one else need die because of your cowardice. Submit to my will, and understand. It's time, Harry.

Your schoolmates' lives depend on you obeying my command.

Sir, I was thinking

It is rather difficult to sit and wait, and we've played enough games of Snap and chess to make our heads ache, and it sounds sort of mad, but I was wondering if it would be out of sorts if we had a bit of a sing-along? Patriotic songs, the latest Warbeck ballad, anything to get our minds off of things and relieve a bit of tension.

I thought I'd run it by you to see if it would be utterly inappropriate, but singing (or listening to others sing) does keep one occupied, and we're in sore need of an occupation that isn't overly trying.

...I got done talking with the Headmaster a little while ago.

He looked awful.

I'm to be the new Slytherin prefect -- he said something along the lines of how the House would need a steady hand at the helm, and how he trusted I'd be sympathetic and helpful during these trying times.

I don't think we'll be able to get together for a large meeting at all. When we were talking about options for a memorial, he said any 'spontaneous' gathering of more than five or six students would be seen as problematic by the Enforcers, and made it clear not to push the envelope on that.

Sue, he said the choir singing a few songs at dinner would be appropriate, and that there'd be a moment of silence and reflection.

We'll also have a smaller memorial and meeting with Desai tonight in Slytherin.

He suggested the journals for any other 'eulogising' we might wish to do.

We might try to use the galleons to get people's questions out.

The flowers look lovely, as do the fairy lights, and we've put a classical guitar record on to play during dinner. Everyone's dressed in their very best, and the champagne has arrived (finally!). The House-elves have a special after-dinner pudding planned, something involving tarts and small cakes, and we've sorted out the seating for the ceremony.

I wish you all the happiness in the world, Daphne, and all the very best to you and Auror Crouch on your wedding day.

Hey.

I hope you gents are having a good weekend. How's the ruse been working so far?

I just

Sally-Anne had a really mad dream last night. About a battle taking place at Hogwarts. And she woke me up and we talked about it for ages and ages. And it was obviously not us, like a vision of what was going to happen, I mean, no-one from Slytherin was there at all, and there were people there who wouldn't have been, like ~~Per~~ Neville, and Patil and Finnigan were fighting on our side, and other really weird things like that.

It was like her prophecy -- parts of it, at least. Like the people she saw dying died in her dream. ~~And last time she didn't know which of you it was, but this time, she sorted out it was Fred.~~ Only the dream was a tonne more detailed, like she was Seeing the entire battle, just floating around Hogwarts like a ghost, and she couldn't do anything to help, and

Anyways. It was sort of awful, and I just wanted to write you both to sort of make sure you're both all right, you know? Even though I know you are.

I miss you.

Headmaster Dolohov came up to me today while I was revising in the library, and said he wanted me to come up to his office to chat.

I just got through with it.

Apparently, 'someone' was concerned that I didn't seem myself lately, and so he was concerned, and wanted to see if something had happened over hols.

So I did the best thing I could do in a pinch, which was burst into tears (which wasn't hard), and tell him George broke things off with me, and I was feeling down about it.

He seemed rather mortified, and offered me tea, and tutted a bit, but didn't really ask anything further.

Anyways. Thought I'd keep everyone in the loop, so they wouldn't seem surprised if Finnigan or Patil brings it up or something. I don't know if he's been asking other people questions about me, or about how anyone else spent their Easter hols, but that might be going round, so be aware. Justin, do you know anything about any of this? Was it really just a chat because he was worried? I've no idea at this point, but I think I managed to convince him it was silly girl things regardless.

I just got a Patronus from the twins. All it said was 'SEND HITTY NOW.' ~~I think it was Fred's voice but I can't be~~

Hitty was in the room with me, we were packing my trunk together, we always do the day before I head back, and she heard what the Patronus said, and nodded, and just popped away.

I don't know what's wrong. I know they were going somewhere and wouldn't be back until later because we were going to have a hot toddy after but I don't remember where they were going to go, somewhere with Fu Lee, and I think whatever they needed her for was serious because they would've written in the journals otherwise, wouldn't they? So it was an emergency. And they need help. Right now.

Right, lads, on my way, and we're on a tight schedule. I've got a business to fail, a boyfriend to say hallo to, and a ghost to hack off. It's looking to be a full day.

I've got the files you've sent, I'll bring the last of Terry's reports for us to go over, too. Meet you at the Three Broomsticks.