Sorry for the long wait, but summer school work (Extra credit, yay) and other such activities left me with less time than I usually have. However, I have a couple new ideas, so this could get interesting. Let's a-go!
As Harry stepped into the vast open hall, he couldn't help but be impressed by what he saw. The chamber was huge, smaller but similar to the coliseum in structure. On the top were many rows of seats that were filled by any witch or wizard who decided to enter the debates that were going on. Lower down, a second ring of 42 seats surrounded a podium where the arena would have been. On that podium Jon was proposing the budget for the newly formed Auror Army. Harry was about to sit in the visitors section when a claxon rung, the sound originating from where he stood. The entire assembly turned to look, silence falling as Harry awkwardly stood there.
"Harry!" he turned to be assaulted by an overenthusiastic Luna, who had seemingly appeared at his side. Neville followed behind, smiling as Harry tried to extract himself from her hug. "Congratulations on the treaty with the Jedi Consul Harry!" said Luna, which caused Harry to pull away from the hug, having finally managed to get her to release him.
"Consul?" asked Harry, resigned by now to the surprises that seemed to be lining up.
"Ah, another thing I forgot to mention: said Hermione, happily leading them towards the inner ring of seats. "A vote was held in your absence and, along with creating the Gov., Hera had you and another candidate voted to the consulship. I don't know who the other Consul is though."
At that Luna and Neville glanced at each other, then at Harry. By now the session had resumed, and they soon reached a section of the seats that were a bit fancier than the rest. In the middle of the 42 seats sat two thrones, and on one of the two thrones, sat Draco Malfoy. By now, Harry knew that the gods were just messing with him.
Draco smirked at the incoming party, drawing a groan from Harry. "Happy to see me Consul Potter?" He said, gesturing to the second throne. Harry noticed a laurel sat on his head, and another was placed on the seat where Harry was to sit.
"Do I have any say in the mater?" he asked, knowing already what the answer was.
"Not really, the votes were taken by accessing the general mood of the person when they entered the booth, and the candidates they liked the best were given their votes. For some reason many people liked my work during the hunting of the planet killers" replied Draco, lazily flicking his wand and drawing a crown on Harry's head.
Harry was un-amused, and replied with devil horns for Draco, who for some reason seemed to like them, and conjured a pitchfork and red cape. Sighing at his, associate's (not friend yet) antics, he settled back and put on the laurel. He immediately jolted back up as a flow of information planted itself in his brain. The goblins were given mining rights to the asteroid field in exchange for goblin-made Armor and weapons for the Army, plans for a shipyard were being reconstructed by techno mages to allow for magic in spaceship design, a wookie colony had been set up on the nearest continent. Harry gained all this knowledge and more within a minute, and when he came out of the haze he was kneeling with Hermione and, to his surprise, Draco holding him up. He sat down heavily in his chair, feeling a massive headache beginning. Draco grabbed two pills and a glass of water from a small table set up next to Harry.
"Take them" he said, giving them to Harry. Harry looked at Draco distrustfully, who sighed at his expression. "It's not poison Potter. It's Advil, the laurels are a pain the first time. Believe me, I know"
Harry sighed, and inhaled the pills and sat back, resigned to his fate. 'This is what happens when you save a group of people to many times, I guess.'
-V-
5 Years Later
Harry sat up, waking from a unusually relaxing nights sleep. He yawned, pecked Ginny on the cheek and walked to the window. There, he looked up, smiling as he saw the giant floating W in the sky. 'Say what you will, the Weasleys keep to their branding" he thought.
The twins had decided that, on top of their pranking shop they wanted to work on ships. By now, harry had learned not to question them, and gave them access to the shipyard. To his surprise, they, along with Hermione found a way to run ships on magic. Using this, the Emydrin now had one of the most succesful trading armada in the galaxy. Mostly the export of choice were potions, or magical appliances. As;dfj a
Harry was about to head back into his house when sirens sounded from the wardstones. Harry paled, as this meant the wards wern't going to be able to hold for longer than a couple hours. Grabbing his cloak, he rushed past a very irate wife and rushed towards his closet, apparating as soon as he grabbed his staff and laurel. He appeared into the office he shared with Draco, where his fellow consul and Ron were waiting for him.
"It seems Jabba has had enough of our interference in his crime empire" remarked Draco dryly as he pulled up a hologram of a armada jut outsid the atmosphere. "His bounty hunters have concentrated fire on the city, and have aready surrounded the golbin minning station. Our home guard pilots are protecting them and the shipyard, and the distress beacon has been sent out. The rest of our fleet should be here soon."
Harry sighed, silently berating himself for setting them up for this. After the planet had been introduced to te outer rim, many pirates and smugglers had tried to use their planet as another base of operations. Luckily, the intent based wards had only let those in that had no intention of hurting the inhabitants, whih at first was very few. After this was brought to light, many people on the run from crime lords like Jabba took refuge on their world. Harry at first had tried to stop this, but had realized this could be used to their adavantage. He had set up a system where refuges who passed a veritaserum test were allowed to stay on the planet or gate to another where they could let they heat die off. Harry made sure Emydrin profitted, and contracts for free service were written each time a crimminal assed through. These could be anything from learnng political secrets or gaining a shipment of rare jewls. Although not striclty legal, it was a great booster to the econemy, and some of those secrets were very useful. Draco had learned about an army of clones from a bounty hunter named Jango, who now lived with his son in their Capital (and only) city New London and worked as a Auror trainer. Sadly, this was now coming back to bite them in the rear.
Harry singled out the command ship, then turned to Ron. "Can the Aurors portkey to the Capital ship?"
"Yes, but we need to change their magical signature so that they can pass through the wards."
"Are the auxilary holding back the full power like planned?" asked Draco, seeing that even with the small squad the Auorors were easily keeping the bounty hunters at bay.
"Yes, and we haven't suffered a single casualtie" said Ron proudly.
Harry and Draco confered for a moment, then swung around, facing Ron."Alright," they said, "This is how were gonna handle it…"
And done! Alright, see you guys soon…ish, maybe, hopefully…
