A/N : Okay answering a few questions, this is merely the beginning, I am more comfortable with how this is going instead of how my first update listed it. For the record, I may take some ideas from the thousands of fics I have read but I will not copy a fanfic blatantly so please tell me which fanfic you think I'm copying from. Second, there will be no ships until 4th year. I'm not going to draw up a marriage contract between Harry and some random girl just because he's Lord Slytherin or something like a harem, all stories have but in my idea, that is rubbish. I know the fic is going really slowly but I want to explore each idea in it's depth. Also, the way James and Lily are acting is not because of the compulsion placed on them. The compulsion, in my mind faded after a few years but by then it was so integrated into their brains that they didn't even question the decisions they made.
Harry Potter was frustrated, no cross that, Harry Potter was exceptionally angry. If you peered through his window or even took a peek from the door, you wouldn't see anyone in the room at all. You would only see the bed, carefully and neatly made, with a plate and a glass of water on his bedside table. Aside from that, nothing at all about the room would suggest that it was occupied, nothing except the sage green trunk half open near the bed, from where groaning noises were coming from.
Inside the trunk-because it had compartments built inside- you would see the so called Harry with his face buried in a book, other books cluttered around him. He groaned again, writing another fact down in his double ringed notebook, dozens of which were stacked neatly on another table, half of them full of facts and half completely empty.
Flipping the page of the wizengamot inheritance and council book, he read carefully, making notes where he couldn't understand.
"There are two major categories in a house, Heirship and Lordship. The Lord of a house is the eldest and presumably the one who has inherited the seat, either by passing down by family or marriage, or achieved by right of conquest. The Heir of an House is assumed by the family magics once a child is born. If the magics do not deem a child worthy of the Heirship, it skips over to the next child if the magics deem fit. A Lord of the house has the power to declare a new heir, but only in those circumstances wherein the current heir is dead, incapacitated, or disinherited.
Once the current lord is deemed unworthy or incapable of the Lordship or if he is dead, incapacitated or the family magics have disinherited him to a certain degree, the Lordship will pass down to the Heir. If there is no living heir, then the seat would pass to the nearest living relative or end completely.
In a circumstance where a house is long extinct and a descendant is found, he or she may be declared the Lord or Lady of that house and they may appoint a proxy. In these circumstances, the Heir Apparent is called the Lord or Lady of the certain house if the family magics accept him or her completely. On the Lord Presumptive's 15th birthday, they would accept their complete Lordship status and appear in front of the Wizengamot. But an age of 11 is necessary for the descendant to become the Lord Presumptive. In such cases, a proxy would be suitable if they are of age or emancipated, if they have passes their OWLs and NEWTS, and if they do not in any case have a criminal report.
A Lord or Lady of another house cannot be made the proxy of the House. In Wizengamot proceedings, there are three sections to which a Lord may enter. The Light alliance is an all light group, with Lord Dumbledore of the Ancient House of Dumbeldore as its leader. The Neutral Alliance or Grey Faction as it is known is an in-between group with the lowest number of votes. Most of the members vote reasonably, either light or dark according to every factor. The Leader of the Grey Alliance is Lady Greengrass of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass. The Dark Alliance is the third alliance which gets its name from the mostly darker views it holds. Though, the majority of its bills are related to blood purity and a rather bigoted way, it has some reasonable bills too, which The Light side has promptly rejected. The Leader of the Dark Alliance is Lord Malfoy from the Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy.
The faction which has the largest number of votes has it's leader as the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, an honor which is currently occupied by Albus Dumbeldore, the Leader of the Light.
There are 5 Most Ancient and Noble Houses with the largest number of votes they have. The House of Potter of the Light side has the amount of 26 votes, the House of Malfoy from the Dark Alliance has the number of 25 votes, The House of Black has a sheer amount of 23 votes, but it is currently dormant, The House of Longbottom from the light side has an amount of 21 votes and the House of Ollivanders from the dark faction has 19 votes.
The only Houses that posses more votes that these five are the Most Ancient and Most Noble Houses, all currently extinct until magic declares a worthy Lord. The House of Rawenclaw has the obscene number of 46 votes, the House of Slytherin contains 38 votes while Gryffindor and Hufflepuff both have 33 votes.
If the family magics accept a new Lord, the throne of the Founders gleam a bright color, not allowing anyone but the Lord to sit in them.
In the case of a proxy, a new seat will be provided. The latest bills passed by the Wizengamot are the following:
Harry put his book down, Giving himself a well deserved rest, he picked up one of his full to the brim notebooks and reviewed what he had learned about wizarding etiquette. It had been three weeks since his father had come to give him his Hogwarts letter. Since he knew absolutely nothing about the wizarding world except the facts that James had told him about Hogwarts and his brother and Quiddich and some of the teachers, he had bought a few books on the recommendation of Lady Longbottom who he had met in Diagon Alley.
He had organized a schedule, with etiquette in the mornings, with learning table manners -from a book he had nicked from Dudley - since his were sure to be atrocious. History would be at noon, with extra reading on some interesting books he had bought from Flourish and Blotts. He read up all of the theory behind the subjects in the evenings, since he wasn't allowed to do magic at home. Potions came to him easily, and he had made most if not all of the first year potions at his trunk lab. He had a few near explosions, but the shield stabilized the potions instantly.
He completed the day with a study of politics and mostly Wizengamot proceedings as he realized that he would on day he the Heir Apparent of the House of Potter and he didn't know much about James but his name was mentioned multiple times with the Light Alliance, and if he knew adults, he would probably try to convince Harry to give the Heirship to Jem or something because he was the Boy Who Lived.
That would have been convenient for him, but the Harry intended on making his own way, he didn't particularly support many of the bills the Light Alliance passed through. Some of the bills of the Dark Alliance made sense to him, like the one with proper training to be given to muggleborns as soon as they entered Hogwarts so that etiquette be observed but Light side as a majority, vetoed it and it was never enforced. In short, Harry was spectacularly confused and so he walked out of his trunk, abandoned the rest of his studies because he didn't particularly feel like it, and took out parchment and started writing a letter to Neville. He had met Neville three weeks ago at Diagon Alley and they had exchanged letters since, forming a cautious friendship.
He discovered that Longbottom was a shy and insecure boy who felt that his magical work was not up to par and was very conscious of his shortcomings. But, he was kind of a prodigy in Herbology which he exchanged tips and facts with Harry. As he drafted out his letter, waiting for Neville's owl since he didn't have one yet and it came by on evenings to drop Neville's letters and take his. An owl swooped through the open window, nibbling his ear and carrying a large package, wrapped carelessly.
"I'm sorry, I don't have any owl treats for you at the moment." she chirped loudly as he traced the wrapping paper of the package that the owl had been carrying. Curious to whomever had sent him a parcel, Harry quickly opened it, astonished to see a large cage with a perch that looked regal even for an owl and a packet of owl treats with a card on top.
Happy belated Birthday!!
I didn't have time to wish you personally but accept this as a present for yourself to send letters for your friends. You must be surprised, an owl coming in to give you a package but it is used as a means of communication in the wizarding world. Take good care of her,
J.P
If Harry was surprised, he didn't show it. Reading the placard again, he analysed the meaning between the words, and finding none, turned to his new owl.
"So, what do you think I should name you?" the owl nuzzled her head against his shoulder.
Reaching out to the nearest book and flipping it's pages, a name caught his eye.
"It's settled then." he announced cheerfully.
"You are henceforth named Zephyr."
Smiling, he handed the parchment to his owl, tying it properly and watched mesmerized as she flew away. Sighing loudly that he would have to go for dinner and tolerate the glared of Vernon and Petunia, he shrugged off the t shirt he was wearing, abandoning it for a green colored tunic and light summer robes. It felt so good, to dress up in new clothes that actually fit him. James had said something to Petunia and Vernon about their treatment of him, that they complied with. They basically left him alone, didn't forced chores on him and he came out only for food and then went back inside. If he did gaud them by wearing his new clothes, who even cared?
Grinning at Dudley mischievously, he made his way down to the dinner table, flinching as someone rapped smartly on the door. Shooting him a nasty glare, Aunt Petunia went to open the door, as three people walked in.
A woman with auburn hair and deep green eyes walked in with James and behind them was... Jem.Looking at him was like looking at a better version of himself. Subtle differences like his broad chest, and his lean body compared to Harry's wiry frame and bruised arms. Then, they were not so subtle, like his well fitted clothes which had a wealthy air about him, while he stood there internally grateful that he worn his robes today.
They were all so happy, fitting like a family, James with his messy hair and round rimmed glasses, an arm strung around Jem's shoulders while escorting Lily with the other. Lily with auburn red hair that looked so fiery that he had compared the difference with the color of blood but there wasn't any. Green eyes met green eyes and she flinched as if someone had slapped her, and jerked back. The motion disrupted the balance and Harry turned away from his almost identical copy with apprehension.
Lily walked up to her sister, eyes burning with fury.
"Why didn't you tell us, Petunia?"
Aunt Petunia quivered, glaring at her sister.
"He was a freak and it was your idea to keep him here. I wouldn't... you said that you would stay away from here."
Lily stiffened.
"It was only on the condition that we would be notified if he had any bursts of accidental magic. You never even though to inform us."
Vernon blustered as Petunia shrank back timidly.
"Now see here, we want nothing to do with your freakishness, do you hear me? If you had cared, you would have checked up on the boy. It's good riddance too now he's going."
James put a hand on Lily's shoulder comfortingly as she turned back on them and advanced at Harry who stood confidentially, even though he felt very awkward all of a sudden. She pulled him in for a hug as he flinched and tried to back gently. He felt suffocated, bound tightly. Lily smiled but it didn't quite reach her eyes and when she spoke kindly to Harry, he felt that she was speaking to him as if he were Jem. She didn't know how to speak to him, no one did. His childhood had ended when he was four years old and nothing was going to bring it back.
Jem strutted over from where he had been standing by Dudley, exclaiming loudly that how much fun it would be to have a brother and how they would be the Potter twins in Gryffindor and chattered on.
Harry grimaced, adopting a steel expression.
Adapting to circumstances.