SUSAN BONES continues her liaison work with Col. Davidson for the next few years--negotiating, coordinating supplies, assisting re-awakened Sleepers, and generally doing what needed to get done to connect with Muggle communities & get Albion on its feet.

Despite her expressed wish to never use anything harsher than a Jelly-Legs Jinx again she ends up in a couple of tough spots (and gets shot in the shoulder once) when unrest breaks out.

To her own surprise, Susan finds herself a member of several thriving social circles. She moves in to Pansy & Sally-Anne's co-housing experiment for awhile and remains close to the group, especially Pansy & Ron. Somewhat separately she also makes sure all the still-living Hufflepuffs from their year get together periodically, and hangs out with the former Moddey kids and Muggle resistance folks she knows through Davidson.

Immediately after the war, Susan and Aurelia Archer try getting back together and discover that the magic is decidedly gone. Afterward, Susan dates both men and women casually and alternates between enjoying her freedom and being sad that she's surrounded by couples and hasn't found anything lasting for herself.

Her travels around Albion give her a deep appreciation of and fascination with Muggle art & culture and she begins once again to love books and art and all the creative things she suppressed during the war. And of course, there's music. Once the liaison job gets too bureaucratic for her tastes she quits and spends about 3 months traveling around Europe seeing bands (and goes to America at least once for a big arena rock concert!)

Once she starts singing and writing music again, she's the life of the party--and eventually too much the life of the party. She remains close to Frank Longbottom and their relationship shifts again as they become partners in sobriety. Pansy (and, interestingly, Eloise) also help her through it.

She develops an interest in Muggle psychology and a second career doing music therapy. When she finds a relationship that lasts it's with Kirsty--her Muggle friend who went to sleep as a 20-year-old art college student and anti-Thatcherite folkie and woke up in a completely different world. They don't have kids of their own but it's generally understood by the teenage kids of their larger circle that they're welcome to come stay at Aunt Susan and Aunt Kirsty's when they or their parents need a break.

Their house is full of animals, musical instruments, and the odd racing broom. Susan overcomes her black thumb just enough to grow paperwhites in her front garden.

Heya Mr L--

I was just wondering...

have YOU decided what you want to do now that the fighting's going to be a less regular thing?

Weasley called away.

We'll advance according to the original plan; knowing it might not survive contact.

Take care of each other out there and LET'S GO.

Heya Pans--

I feel like we never see each other these days. It’s good to be busy--and not trapped in the bloody castle --but it also feels strange that we aren’t all living in each other’s pockets any more.

I suppose that’s what being a school-leaver is like really; we members of the old ISS crew probably see each other more than most former schoolmates actually. On account of being members of the same revolutionary organisation and all...

How’s it been with the Sleepers? I’m sure you’re relieved Hermione’s doing better--well not just because of that obviously! It’s so good to see her and Hydra both recovering; it was touch and go there for awhile. I’ve been enjoying my role as Apparition Lass & General Magical Dogsbody for Col. Davidson--and I think that seeing that he’s obviously my superior has gone a long way toward building trust with all the Muggle camps and free farms and various groups we’ve been meeting with.

And I’ve been learning loads about Muggle history and culture and most importantly music! I met this amazing woman named Kirsty--she was one of the first wave of awakened Sleepers and she’s still having a bit of a time wrapping her head around the fact that it isn’t the 1980s any more and she’s been asleep lo these many years. But anyhow--she hung around in folk clubs and wrote songs against whoever was the Muggle Minister of Magic (well not Magic; it was some Arithmantic-sounding sort of title) and she’s been teaching me loads of songs--just by ear since she hasn’t got any sheet music. I want to try to find her a guitar when I can.

It’s been a job keeping everyone in food and clothing though--and some places are looking pretty raggedy & hitting the turnip stew pretty hard. At least I’ve been seeing Wayne & Stebs pretty often to coordinate moving stuff. Telling them about the Abbotts was pretty rough though.

R Auror Brodie, should we stand down or hold our positions?

Ed. Eddie My (very tall these days) little brother.

I still find it hard to believe he's gone, even though I saw his him

We were so close as kids, we did everything together and Mum would bellow our names like they were one word when it was time to come inside.

I missed him (and all my sibs) so much my first year. And he was thrilled to be sorted into Gryffindor when he came.

I was happy for him too, as he was so obviously well-suited, but I'm also sad now because there are so many day-to-day memories of him that I don't have.

Ed loved a laugh, a good prank, as long as no one got hurt. Fred & George, he thought you two were brilliant!

And people (sometimes even me) could mistake that for being irresponsible, but when he was made Prefect, he took it pretty seriously. He hated bullying and did everything he could to put a stop to it.

He still kept all his old Martin Miggs comics under his bed at home.

He loved Quidditch and some of my favourite memories are of the way we used to play when we were home for hols.

It was hard for him to keep good news to himself--it was sort of a game with him and Carrie for her to tease him into telling her what her Christmas present was every year.

He grew up a lot, these past couple of years, but I couldn't stop seeing him as that hotheaded kid.

And I can't help wondering if he might still be alive if I'd trusted him a little more.





It was Megan's birthday today.

 We haven't got time for formal introductions!  There's another wave coming in!

 Sally-Anne & I have got Pansy to safety in hospital wing.  Thanks Rachel for taking out that bruiser--bit above our pay grade.

Healer Patil has charm on HW that only allows injured to enter; he's a good egg & I think we can trust him.

 Harry--

You probably won't see this since you're off doing Clever Plan things presumably but...

I just wanted to say that we're with you here. All of us in the Order and the galleoneers and probably even some thoroughly unexpected people.  We have faith in you (and in Hermione and Draco--we know they've got to be involved in this somehow!).  

And since she's not in the Order & can't say so herself & I know she'd want to: Thank you for being a friend and an encouragement to Megan.  She has loads of respect and fondness for you; and you were able to be there for her and help her when a lot of the rest of us couldn't.

You're pretty good at that kind of thing.

Gryffindor's luck to you!

Susan

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.

Harry---please just come back. As you can see from the journals the situation has gotten quite desperate.