Chapter 4

Its been two weeks since Harry moved into his new home. The goblins managed to renovate the whole building so that instead of it looking like a small mansion inside and out, the outside had a classic look to it while the inside was up to date with the latest technology and some of the items weren't in on the market yet. He had flat screens in all the bedrooms as well as the lounge. The kitchen had all the latest cooking appliences, something he was very happy about since he loved to cook his own meals. There was one room that was completely empty which he planned on turning into a home gym. He even had a bar but decided to keep that empty until he was older.

The first thing he did when he woke up the next morning was to go get groceries to fill the cupboards and refrigerator. He bought all his training equipment through Gringotts since it would look weird for an 11-year old kid to buy boxing equipment by himself. He also ordered a few weights even if he didn't really like using them.

While waiting for all the equipment to arrive at Gringotts, Harry decided to explore a bit of the mountains and forest around his property. Ragnorak told him that he was in a tamer part of the forest but it would still be a good idea to not wander to far until he was confident in his abilities to take care of himself.

He also spent lots of time re-reading over his parents' journals while trying to master as many spells as he could. The book given to him by Quintana stated that he would only be able to do pin-point casting if he was able to do the spell at a sub-conscious level. This meant that not only would he have to learn to do silent casting, he also had to practice the same spell for hours until it became a natural part of his reflexes and instincts.

He spent most of his time around Hedwig. He was very fond of his owl. It came to the point where he started having conversations with her and he was able to begin understanding what it was she was trying to tell him.

Currently he was sitting at the island in his kitchen eating breakfast. He set out some owl treats and a bowl of water opposite him since Hedwig liked to eat breakfast with him. He glanced up just in time to see said owl sweep in through the kitchen window and land in front of him before hold out her leg.

He told the letter and newspaper from her, sitting aside both items to continue with his breakfast. After he finished, he spent time petting Hedwig and asking how her night went before she flew off to presumably sleep.

Harry picked up the letter addressed to him and opened it to read its contents.

Dear Lord Potter

We have finally managed to collect on all the debts from the families you have specified. They are not happy as, per your instructions, we did not divulge who we were working for. A Wizengamot will be held today at 1pm.

As the goblin nation now consider you a very good friend, we are doing all that we can to help protect and enhance your public image. Think of us as your advisors of sorts. We believe that you should go to today's Wizengamot and state your claim. A lot of reporters shall be in attendance, which works well in our favour. Don't worry about what to wear since we have sorted all that out, just portkey into the office at 12pm and we shall do the rest.

Also the harness for your owl, as well as prototypes for the bracers you ordered, have arrived.

Yours sincerely

Director Ragnorak

Harry set down the letter and looked out the window in contemplation. He started tapping his fingers againstthe island, a habit he picked up whenever he was deep in thought. Without him realising it, a grin started to appear on his face. He would finally be able to show the world that the House of Potter was finally coming back to stake its claim on world events.

Deciding it was time to start his daily training, he got up and placed his dirty dish and mug in the sink before walking to the gym. He went to the stereo that he set up inside the room and put some music on before going through his warm-up.

As Harry trained his body he let his mind wander to the upcoming event. He decided that instead of playing word games like his political opponents would no doubt do, he was going to speak his mind freely. He just didn't have it in him to back down. The thought that these people got away with causing so much pain and suffering to others made his blood boil. He was tired of people thinking they could walk over others just because they wanted to feel superior.

Today he was going to show Britain's magical world why he was to be feared by those who would do him wrong.

The Heads of the most prominent families in Magical Britain were all sitting inside their version of parliament, arguing about the happenings of recent events.

"This is an outrage! We demand to know who it is that is laying claim to these false accusations!"

"We want justice!"

Albus Dumbledore was acting Head Warlock and presiding over today's events. He was having a bad two weeks ever since a letter arrived for him from Gringotts stating that he was under investigation for crimes against the House of Potter. The only person he could think of that would have the power to do that would be the Head of House but that should be impossible as young Harry Potter was currently at Lily's sister house until he sent Hagrid to fetch the boy for his school supplies.

Yes, Albus Dumbledore had big plans for the young Potter. He needed the child to become reliant on him so that he could lead him to his destiny. As much as it pained him, the life of one person did not outweigh the lives of many.

It was all for the greater good.

As the noise in the chamber reached a fervour point, everyone was suddenly silenced by the sound of the large doors banging open. In walked in a young man to the silence of the crowed. Instead of wearing the traditional wizard robes, he wore a suit that looked to be made for him. He wore wire-rimmed glasses and his hair was sleeked back to give him a sophisticated look.

He strode confidently through the chamber and up the stairs that are normally reserved for those whose families have been with the Wizengamot since it was first created. The whole chamber gasped in shock when they saw him take a seat in the unoccupied Potter chair. He crossed his left leg over his right and propped his chin on his hand as he placed his arm upon the armrest of the chair. He gazed around the chamber with a disinterested look upon his face before he closed his eyes to wait for something to happen.

Everyone else was so shocked at this new development that it took awhile for anyone to actually do something. Eventually Dumbledore decided to take charge.

"Excuse me young man but who are you and what are you doing here in this chamber?"

Harry opened his eyes to look at Dumbledore and it took all of his considerable self control and occlumens prowess to not let show just how much he detested the old man who spoke to him.

"My name is Harry James Potter. I am the Head of House Potter, as well as Heir to a few other Houses that I shall not name at this point in time." Harry flashed the ring on his finger that held the Potter crest. "As for why I am here, this is a meeting of the Wizengamot. As Head of my House I can choose to either show up or continue with others plans I had for the day. I simply chose to show up on this particular day as I assumed that this meeting is most likely about the money I took back from those families that hold Death Eaters in their ranks."

The chamber goes deathly silent before bursting into whispers and murmers. Never before has someone so blatantly pointed out who those accused of being Death Eaters in the presence of a Wizengamot meeting.

"Harry, my boy, perhaps it would be best if we spoke about such things at a later time until-"

"First of all, I am not your son Mr Dumbledore. Secondly, we are not friends. In fact, I really don't like you at all so you will refer to me as Lord Potter or you will not converse with me at all. Thirdly, I was told by the holder of my family's vaults to inform you that both yourself and Molly Prewett have been banned from Gringotts for life for your crime against the House of Potter."

Harry sits back and allows a smirk to appear on his face as he watches most of those in the chamber look accusingly at Dumbledore. He enjoyed watching the image the old fool spent years creating, crumble around. Surprisingly, it was a regular political opponent of his that spoke up.

"Are we really going to let this child come in here and-"

"Oh, Lucious Malfoy. I presume that's who you are by the sickly pale skin and feminine like hair that you are so famous for. Please tell me, how much did you pay the Minister to ignore the fact that you and your circle of friends all bear the Mark of Voldemort?" He pauses to give everyone a strange look as a lot of them gasp in horror. "A mark that, I would just like to point out to the general public, can only be given if the participant is willing to receive it."

Harry sits back and relishes the silence he has managed to create. He watches in amusement as the Minister sputters in an attempt to come up with a response.

"Before you reply with what I'm sure will be a pitiful attempt trying to save your reputation, I would just like to know what it is you are doing here and why it is that you are sitting in the seat belonging to the House of Black?"

Everyone turns their head to look at Lucious, who starts sweating in place. Harry, seeing a chance you really hurt the biggest financial supporter of Voldemort, goes in for the kill.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but you are not the Head nor Heir to the House of Black. Neither is your son Draco. And if my research isn't wrong, the Malfoy family hails from France, having immigrated here almost two centuries ago. Not nearly enough time has passed for you to have any claim to actually be in this meeting." Harry allows the information he just revealed to sink into the minds of everyone in the chamber. "So, and please forgive if I do this wrong since I'm still new to all this, I move that Lucious Malfoy and the rest of the Malfoy line be banished from Wizengamot and any events that involve said Wizengamot, until such a time as they are actually eligible to be part of this body by the charter created by the member of the first Wizengamot."

Everyone sat still in shock. No one could yet comprehend what it was that this young man had the courage to propose. Yes, the followers of Voldemort were a minority in the Wizengamot but no one had ever stood up to them because of the fear of what they might do.

"Before you make your decision there is just one more thing I would like to point out. Lucious Malfoy has always that we as a Wizengamot should always follow tradition. Does it not then fall onto all of us sitting here today to correct a wrong made by one of our own?" He gazes into the eyes of those he know to be leaning toward a more neutral side of things, conveying his confidence through his intense gaze. "Head Warlock Dumbledore, I believe this is where you ask this esteemed body who seconds my motion."

Harry and Dumbledore lock eyes and Dumbledore instantly goes for the Legilimens. They gaze at each other with such intensity that both of them start to release the hold on their magic without even releasing it. Their staring match catches the attention of everyone else in the room as the two participant's magic levels rise to a point where magical becomes almost visible. After a while, Harry's magical stops rising and stays at a certain level while Dumbledore's continues to rise, as if taunting the younger boy for being weaker.

What no one expected was for the young Potter to burst into laughter. They all looked at him in confusion cause from their point of view.

"I must say Dumbledore, I am surprised that you would be bold enough to try a legilimens attack on a Head of House during a Wizengamot." The heads of everyone snap towards Dumbledore as the reporters start flashing their camera's, capturing Dumbledore's paling features. "I am actually surprised that I was able to repel your attack with at relying on my family ring. Now, proceed with the motion by I lose my patience with you and press charges." The air around Harry changes at that last statement. It becomes wild and unstable, leaving no one in doubt that he would pull through with his threat.

Reluctantly, Dumbledore bangs his gavel and looks out across the chamber. "Is there anyone who seconds Lord Potter's motion?"

Everyone looks around, waiting for someone to do something.

"I second the motion."

Harry looks at the man who stood up. The man is wearing a fine robe that has a more modern look to it than most. He judging by the crest on the left side of the man's chest, Harry came to the conclusion that this was Cyrus Greengrass, Head of the House of Greengrass. A very old and powerful family if you ever managed to gain their friendship.

Harry sends the man a subtle nod of gratitude, which Lord Greengrass returns.

After that, a few more people stand up to support the motion, gaining confidence from Lord Greengrass. Dumbledore bangs his gavel and declares for the motion to proceed.

"All those in favour of banishing the House of Malfoy from the Wizengamot until such a time that they are eligible?"

The room lights up from the amount of wands thrust into the air. Harry's side clearly had the majority vote in this matter.

"All those in favour of allowing the House of Malfoy to stay?"

Only those few sitting around Lucious put their wands up.

"With the majority vote going to the motion, the Hereby announce the banishment of House Malfoy from the Wizengamot."

Lucious stands up in a rage and sends a death glare towards Harry, who gazes back at him with a look of indifference.

"Lord Malfoy, if you would like to say something to me or contest my decision, I would not be opposed to an honour duel." Harry allows himself a chuckle, getting the reaction he wanted from those sitting in the chamber. "I always wanted to know how I shape up against those my parents fought against in the war against Voldemort."

Once again the is a sharp in take of breath from the members of the Wizengamot at hearing the Dark Lord's name. Lucious, in rage at the humiliation caused to him by Harry, turns around to face him full on.

"What are your terms, boy? Name them so that I may put you in your place you little shit!"

"Its quite simple. We duel, here and now, until submission, death, or incapacitation. If you win, I will give you the entire Potter fortune. If you lose… haven't actually thought of it so I'll decide at a later date I guess."

The members who voted with Harry during his motion shouted in outrage. The Potter fortune was one of the largest in Magical Britain, possibly the world. To wager it on a fight that almost everyone was certain he would lose would be suicide.

"I accept those conditions, boy. I would be glad to rid you of so much money." Lucious, blinded by the greed of wanting the Potter fortune, missed that grin of triumph that flashed across Harry's face. In fact, only Cyrus Greengrass was able to see it, which lead him to believe that the young Lord Potter was certain he would win.

Harry jumps down from the stands and lands lightly on his feet. "Great! I will allow you a moment to choose a second. I myself, am unsure who my allies are at this point in time so I'll stand by myself. I only ask that Lord Greengrass steps down here to Officiate since I know he toured the duelling circuit in his youth."

Cyrus nods his head at the young man and takes off his wizard's robe before stepping down to stand by Harry to have a quiet conversation while waiting for Lucious to choose his second.

"Lord Potter, are you sure that you are able to win? The risk of you losing is quite high."

"I thank you for your concern, Lord Greengrass, but I am confidant in my abilities to put this spoilt man in his place. Plus, for me, the reward for winning this duel far outweighs the risk of losing it."

Cyrus nods his head in reply and Malfoy walks down with Lord Nott walking just behind him. Both Malfoy and Harry step forward and clasp hands as Cyrus holds his wand over the joining hands to bind the contract.

"Do you both agree with the terms set forth for this duel?" As both duellists nod his, a magical string shoots out of the wand and wraps around their wrists. "Turn around and walk 10 paces. At the sound of my voice, you may begin."

Harry does as instructed and walks back towards his side of the chamber before kneeling down on one knee and closing his eyes. He allows his magic to run free for a few short seconds before pulling it all in and circulating it through his body. He feels the excitement of battle pumping through his veins. For the first time in years, he knows he is about to have a good fight. The thought is enough to make him tremble in anticipation.

"BEGIN!"