The Contract

Chapter 116

"Are you not going to begin the meeting, Chief Warlock Ogden?" Lady Pettigrew asked, rather baffled by the fact the meeting had not been called into action despite all of them being there. Yes, it was five minutes early, but everyone was there, so she didn't see the point to wasting that additional five minutes on pointless prattling, she could scarcely tolerate it. She had to be extremely bored to get into needless gossip. There was useful gossip then needless gossip.

Corvus fought very valiantly to suppress the smirk. Watching the proceedings with gleaming eyes, curious as to the reactions that would occur. He wondered if any of them had put the pieces together yet. Whether they would figure out that it was Harry's fifteenth birthday and today was the day he would take over the family estate. He was no emancipated, and legally an adult in the eyes of the law.

"We have another Lord joining us," Ogden explained, giving Lady Pettigrew a small smile in thanks for her patience.

"Have the Doge and Diggle families finally saw sense and returned to retore their family's reputations?" Dowager Crabbe asked in contempt. The families had taken off on an 'extended holiday' and had yet to show face since. Well, all except for one child, the lawyer that seemed to be the only one with a backbone.

Lord Finnegan snorted, "Highly unlikely," acting as though he'd never liked them. However, it was expected, when someone dared to defend someone who was shunned, they tended to get the same treatment as well. Even if the families weren't guilty, they'd ran and hid and that, that itself screamed guilty of all manner of things. He had never taken them for cowards, they should have remained behind. It wasn't as if they had young children they needed to shield, all members of the family were adults.

"I am afraid not," Ogden declared, he felt for them, they shouldn't be paying the price for Dedalus and Elphias, the Ex-Lords of the Diggle and Doge estates. If they hadn't ran, then their names wouldn't have been blackened. Given though, that their families were associated with assault where it came to Lord Potter, yes, he understood all too well why they'd left in a hurry.

"They've elected to remain in the Villa in Italy," Lady Pettigrew explained, her sympathy prevalent. She had remained strong and stalwart after the truth about her son became known. Although, never knowing whether he was doing what he did on his own free will or under the Imperius curse did hurt her a great deal. She didn't like to think he'd do something so stupid, he had been her only son and heir, and now? Well, her son didn't have a child to continue on the family name. She had given them sound advice, but they'd elected not to heed it. Instead let fear get the better of them.

"They can stay there, cowards," someone muttered in grumbled complaint.

"If it's neither family…who else could it be? I very much doubt Aberforth has decided to take his place on the wizengamot." Came the curious question from Leonard Bagman. That would never happen, Aberforth detested the public as much as his brother had adored it. He had no political aspirations, which was a shame, the Dumbledore name was a well-known line. Which had gone to the dogs as of late. Nobody could deny the advances the Dumbledore's had made when it came to the magical world.

Lord Slytherin's eyes gleamed with amusement, eyeing Corvus with an arched brow. Wondering if the wizard knew exactly what Harry was going to do today. Whether he was going to ease into his position and take pity on everyone…or if he was going to dive in and have at it.

Harry was a rather dramatic wizard, he thrived on getting everyone's backs up. You wouldn't think to look at him, always well polite and soft spoken, except when he was angry which wasn't often.

Was he really leaving it to the very last second to come in? Lord Slytherin thought, the smirk spreading across his face. "What has you so amused today?" Lord Weasley asked his partner, almost grinning himself, it felt good to have things settled between himself and Aurelius'.

"You'll see, he'll be here any moment," Lord Slytherin explained, gaze trained on the door.

"You mean Harry?" Bill whispered, rolling his eyes at the surprise that overcame his partners features at his observation. "Come on, it's pretty clear he had political aspirations, he's been pretty much behind Lord Abbott's actions for the past few years. It was always going to be the first meeting after he turned fifteen that he took up his position."

"Why fifteen?" Lord Slytherin, why would his partner assume he'd take it on at such a young age?

"Because that's when he's legally an adult if he's betrothed." Bill pointed out.

Lord Slytherin nodded, admiring and alarmed by Bill's rather astute observations. He was much more attentive than he had given past credit for. Then again, it truly wasn't all that difficult to put together, it wasn't being hidden. If anyone used just one ounce of their brain power, they would already know, but Wizardkind just like Muggles…could be very self-absorbed.

"It helps that I've only recently learned everything I need law wise," Bill shrugged, sensing Aurelius'' surprise.

"It's been two years now," Lord Slytherin pointed out.

"Yes, but it's been decades for them since they actually learned everything, and most of what we learn we forget until we need it again." Bill said, refraining from shrugging again, aware of the disapproving frowns he'd gleaned from those surrounding him. Especially Dowager Longbottom, who had been very kind to him since he started this. He would say this though, Poor Neville! She was quite strict by the look of it. Hopefully it was just because it was an official setting and not how she was in every day life.

"True," Aurelius' agreed, they had learned everything they needed in the past few years. Their minds would recall everything they'd learned with far greater accuracy than the others would. It didn't help that a lot of the laws had been changed, especially recently once Dumbledore was stripped of his power within the Ministry.

At the very last minute, the doors opened, and a figure stepped through. Lord Slytherin had to stop himself laughing softly, seeing the winter cloak Harry had dressed himself in.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the wizengamot, allow me the pleasure of welcoming out distinguished new member," Ogden said, standing up, watching as the cloaked Potter moved towards him. "Lord Harry James Potter."

"Lord Harry James Black-Potter," Harry corrected smoothly, as he removed the hood, you could see the merriment dancing in his eyes as he observed them all. Uncaring that he was by far the youngest person in the room.

The outcry wasn't exactly all positive, when his name was announced.

"He's fourteen-years-old," Bagman decried his disapproval, eyeing the teenager curious about him as well as disproving.

"Fifteen-year-old, Sir," Harry corrected him with a blasé attitude. He wasn't going to whine about someone getting his age wrong. That would just make them all think he was way too young to be here. "Quite luckily for me, that you chose to have your meeting today of all days, it's like my birthday come twice." A bland smile crossing his face.

"Are you sure he's not meant to be in another house?" Bagman whispered surprised by his attitude. "Because he doesn't act all that much like a Ravenclaw." It had been mentioned numerous times in the magazine, which had gotten around not mentioning him by his title or name.

"The constant need to compare someone to a house at Hogwarts is not on at all." Aurelius' said shaking his head, making no effort to lower his voice. "It built decades of prejudice that even now I'm still struggling to abolish completely from Hogwarts walls."

Bagman flushed floridly at the reprimand by a man four decades his junior. Or so he believed to be the case, and it was mortifying to be judged in such a way amongst his peers. Worse still, the mutters of agreement he could make out from them.

"Are you sure this is something you wish, Lord Potter?" Dowager Longbottom asked of the teen, giving him a deep penetrating look, seeing straight through him. "Legally we cannot stop you, you are entitled to take up your seats here in the wizengamot…but it will not be easy, you are due to enter Hogwarts after the holidays and begin your OWL perpetrations and it is very difficult for even those of us raised in the magical world from birth." 'Never mind only someone who's known about the magical world for only four years' went unsaid but definitely heard by everyone in the room.

Corvus had to stop himself automatically speaking up to defend Harry. Unfortunately, he couldn't do it, for more reasons than one. Harry needed to be taken seriously here, so he would need to stand on his own two feet. Two, nobody knew that he and Harry were any more than distant acquaintances, knowing each other through his godfather and Rodolphus. Well, a few people knew the truth, more than a few really, but they knew better than to talk about it never mind reveal it to someone outside of their circle.

"Come off it! He probably doesn't even know the laws that govern our world!" scoffed Lord Bell, incredulous that someone with only four years of education in all things magical knew the law as well as them.

"There should be some sort of test before we allow people to take their places. I've been saying it for years now! And nobody listens!" Lady Travers grumbled in complaint, "Young ones nowadays, all expectation and none of the hard work to make their family proud."

Harry swept his cloak back, the sides joining the hood at the back. Choosing with care where to sit, between Lady and Lord Abbott, although, Helena wouldn't be needed since Lord Abbott was no longer overseeing the Potter seat. "Go ahead," he gestured blankly, staring at the witch challengingly.

"Excuse me?" Lady Travers asked taken aback, a leery look on her face as she endured the promise of retribution on Corvus' face. It made her pale and shaky, naturally she knew, but she still did not think the boy should be here not when he didn't know everything.

"Question me regarding any criminal law you see fit," Harry stated leaning back looking unbothered. "If I don't know them, then I'll admit defeat." Nervous but determined, he had been quizzed so hard and so often to make it.

Travers just stared at Harry slightly dazed and stunned.

Harry cleared his throat, "Ma'am?" he prompted her.

"What is section 39 of the offences against the person act?" Lady Travers rasped out after thinking it through for a few moments. Truth of the matter was she had been caught very much off guard and honestly…needed to think to remember the questions left alone answers.

A lot of people straightened up, watching what was happening avidly. Surely there was no way he could know every single law. Even they needed to look them up from time to time. As has been said, Potter had only known about the magical world four years.

Luckily the Muggle and Wizarding law was pretty similar, identical on criminal law with added magical elements.

"Section 39 of the Criminal Justice Act 1988 covers assault and battery offences. They are less serious than Actual Bodily Harm (Section 47 of the Offences Against the Person Act 1861) and are summary offences which can only be tried in the Magistrates and council of magic Court. The maximum punishment is 6 months imprisonment." Harry recited the words from heart, "Next one?"

Corvus, Bill, Lord Slytherin and many others found themselves glancing away, attempting to hide their amusement at the looks on people's faces.

Lady Travers straightened, lips thinning in displeasure as she reacted to the jibe. "What is the Mens rea and Actus reus of a s20 OAPA offence?" her questions getting a little more difficult.

"The Mens Rea of section 20 assault is the intention to cause some harm or recklessness to the victim, regardless of whether harm was actually caused. The defendant needn't foresee serious injury, he must merely acknowledge the risk of some injury from his actions." Harry recited, "Next one?" a smirk on his face, green eyes gleaming vindictively. He was good and he knew it, he wanted to be a lawyer for Merlin's sake so of course he knew them.

"Murder, robbery, and drug offenses would all be defined as crimes under what…?"

And to everyone watching, it was like observing a game of tennis. For they were going from watching Harry to Lady Travers and back again. It turned from a quiz into a downright battle of knowledge with both of them asking and answering questions, the more obscure the better. Neither ceding an inch when it came to it. Everyone was too amused to stop it before it got out of hand.

Except for one person. Chief Warlock Ogden.

There was a reason he had been picked for the role of CW (Chief Warlock) of course.

"The Ministry uses legislation to regulate businesses' behaviour and prevent them from exploiting people. There are laws to protect consumers who buy from businesses and workers employed by businesses…" everyone inhaled sharply at the dig, wondering if the boy even understood the live landmine he'd just stepped on.

"Lord Potter, Lady Travers…please, show some decorum! This is not school and in here it is not a test!" Ogden reprimanded, "And do I need to tell you that you're competing with a fifteen-year-old! You are five times his age!" shaking his head utterly bewildered by the pair of them, at least Lord Potter had an excuse, he was still young…and they had challenged his place here by doubting his knowledge…oh, he couldn't blame the teen at all.

"You're right," Harry said sincerely, "My apologies, Chief Warlock Ogden, Lady Travers."

Travers gave her own apologies, more out of embarrassment than sincerity. It had been a very long time since she was reprimanded like a Hogwarts student. It wasn't something she was used to, after all she was a Lady, and had been since she married Lord Travers at seventeen years of age.

Surprise flickered over his features; he had not expected the young man to know his name. He most definitely read everything Lord Abbott no doubt sent to him. He was smart, dedicated and clearly, he wanted to make changes…everything Lord Abbott had done in Potter's name…had most definitely been at this young man's demands. "Now, I'm afraid we got a little ahead of ourselves, we cannot start our first meeting without swearing you in, now, can we?" usually the Minister did this, but he would be overseeing it today.

"True," Harry said, standing up again, proud and tall, well, definitely not the tallest person in the room. In fact, he was still probably the shortest male in the room.

"Come up here," Ogden said, gesturing for him to go ahead. "Lord Potter, place your hand here and swear the oath."

"I, Lord Harry James Black-Potter so swear on my magic, that I will do the very best by this sworn governing body, and only this sworn governing body, so mote it be!" and the flash of light holding Lord Potter to his word caused a blinding white light, temporarily blinding everyone, automatically raising their arms to shield their eyes.

"Welcome aboard, Harry!" came the enthusiastic greetings from many of the members of the wizengamot, as if they felt the need to prove they weren't all alike.

Harry had to refrain from glancing at Corvus in silent question. Here was the last place he ever expected anyone to prefer to him by his given name without permission. They weren't just the governing body for Merlin's sake, they were all from noble houses, peers for Merlin's sake. None of these people were Muggle-borns, so, yes, it was a big surprise he must confess. Did he make it clear he didn't want them using it? Or getting too familiar with him? He honestly didn't know what to do.

In the end he elected to entirely ignore anyone using his given name.

"Golly, I was unaware so many people personally knew you, Lord Potter," Lady Abbott said, not quite as willing to let it go. "It will definitely make things much easier for you."

Harry's lips twitched, "I don't know anyone except for Lord Slytherin and Lord Lestrange and of course you and your husband, ma'am,"

"I assume you've kept yourself up to date regarding everything we've been discussing, Lord Potter?" Ogden asked, a large stack of files in front of him, not quite handing them over until he had either confirmation or a denial. The records would only be handed over if it was something the young Potter needed.

"You assumed correctly," Harry said, eyeing everyone with blatant disapproval. "There's been a piece of legislation I wanted to see passed but there's nothing in the piece legislation I handed out left in it. The addendums that have been added are ridiculous! I had hoped it would pass before I found myself on this table but it looks like it's not to be."

"What legislation would that be?" Bagman asked bluntly, not believing the fifteen-year-old had done anything. That it had all been a political manoeuvre using the Potter name and the boy's fame.

"To have healers full time in Azkaban, with routine check-ups to ensure that the prisoners are healthy." Harry said firmly, staring them all down, "I am aware that you've had your doubts about who really was making the suggested legislations up. Well, let me ease your mind, it was me, nobody should be injured and their injuries left untreated regardless of who they are and what they've done. If any of you believe that then you shouldn't be here." No holds barred, telling them exactly what he thought.

A few witches and wizards went red in the face, flushing an unfetching colour. Some embarrassed at being called out on the fact they didn't believe him…others in sheer shock that anyone would dare to say they didn't deserve to be there. They had been working for the betterment of Wizardkind for decades.

"He's definitely growing into his own," Lady Abbott whispered to her husband. Naturally, Harry who was between them, heard and flushed himself. She had grown to know Harry rather well, mostly through letters perhaps three or four times a year to make sure he was doing well. She always stopped to talk to him if they saw each other in person, but they were far from friends. She certainly knew him better than she knew most of her husbands' friends and acquaintances she'd say that for him.

"Shh!" Harry said, cheeks a rosy red, in embarrassment.

"Indeed, he is," Lord Abbott continued, chuckling softly at the look on Harry's face. He wasn't one for praise, when he received it he always flushed, like he didn't know how to deal with it.

"My son, Elmer is returning to the UK to apply for the position," Lord Eddison confessed, tightening his hold on his cane, which doubled as his wand holster. "He's a healer, and had retired from the business and now goes where he wishes. Where he's needed. He's going to be opening a clinic here and intends to hold both part time." The pride coming off the wizard was immense; he'd known from his son was a young age that he wouldn't be passing on the Lordship to Elmer when he was young. He'd probably hold the position until he died, who knows whether Elmer will take on a political position.

"Oh, good! An actual healer!" Harry threw at them, "Don't think I didn't see the addendum added to make it possible for a Medi-witch or Medi-wizard to take the position. Someone that cannot do anything except cure colds and flus and stuff potions down people's throats if they need them and only certain potions…the majority they're not allowed to use!"

"He's quite right, it's despicable, all of this just to save a few Knuts!" Lady Abbott agreed fully, and surprisingly more than just a few people were agreeing with the matter. "They aren't even allowed to be in possession of most potions."

Harry couldn't help but wonder then how it worked at Hogwarts. Poppy Pomfrey wasn't either, but they'd gotten around that by having Severus Snape being in charge of them. Pomfrey was still there, but she was actually gaining her Healer Mastery at the same time. The Dark Lord allowed it because the students genuinely liked her, and he had no real reason to get rid of her to the board of governors.

Harry glanced her way, surprised to hear that, now that was definitely not something he'd known. Then again, there was always going to be things he didn't know, things to be learnt.

"No healer in their right mind is going to work at Azkaban! It's not why they gain their qualifications!" argued Bagman.

"You're right," Harry said, immediately.

"I am?" he gaped, brow wrinkling wondering where the trap was.

"Of course, Azkaban isn't why they gain their qualifications," Harry said, before adding, "It's to help people, and they would be doing that in the prison."

"You wouldn't care if it wasn't for Sirius Black!" Patil blustered into the argument.

Harry's eyes zoomed in on her, staring at her blankly, clearly unnerving her by the way she shifted in her seat. "If you look back, ma'am, you'll find I had begun my political career long before Sirius Black was released from Azkaban." He said darkly.

"It's true," Lord Abbott gave a nod, smothering his amusement, Patil looked ready to wet themselves. Honestly, they could give it but they couldn't take it, then again, he had been under that intense stare before, and it was daunting.

"From the very first moment I found out what Azkaban prison was like, not only for visitors and inmates…I knew I had to do what I could to help them." Harry said.

Corvus and Lord Slytherin glanced away momentarily suppressing their matching smirks. Very nicely done, oh, he'd found out alright, but not in the way they were probably assuming.

"Nobody deserves not to be able to have people visit them while they are in prison. Nobody deserves to have the basic of hygiene stolen from them." Harry said vehemently.

"And if You-Know-Who was standing before you? Would you be declaring the same thing?" Lord Finnegan spat out; he had lost family to the evil wizard. "No, you wouldn't! you'd be making sure he suffered!"

Everyone faltered, shocked that Finnegan would say something like that to a child.

To everyone's shock Harry burst out laughing, belly bursting guffaws. Waving his hand as if to get their attention off him. Eventually grimacing at the pain in his side, with too much amusement to be had. "Lord Voldemort is dead, there is no point to wondering 'if's' and 'buts' the war is over Lord Finnegan bringing it up was done in very bad taste." Shaking his head, "I just wish I was the last family to suffer for it." inclining his head softly in Dowager Longbottom's direction.

A pained grimace appeared on Dowager Longbottom's face, but expectation had her inclining her head in return.

"When this meeting is finished, Dowager Longbottom, I would very much like it if we could talk in private." Harry declared much to everyone's surprise. It wasn't usually done so publicly. The Longbottom house wasn't what it used to be, so it was a surprise to see that he was looking to resume the past friendship between the houses. The Longbottoms had nothing to offer, and it was only those who had loyalty to Augusta that had allegiances between families.

Corvus couldn't deny he was curious as to his reasonings, but he'd wait until he returned home then ask. He would never attempt to undermine anything Harry sought to do. It was the first time he'd ever made any mention of the Longbottoms. He was certainly aware the house of Lestrange were sworn enemies now on the Dowager Longbottom's say so. Given what had happened, it was expected.

"Of course, Lord Potter," Dowager Longbottom perplexed but not showing it. She'd been around too long to let much get to her. She kept her emotions under wraps.

"While it's understandable that things that happen to us change us, we're here to change the world, change the law. To make it better for all involved, regardless of your personal feelings on the matter." Corvus stated, "Changes must be made if we are to move forward and catch up with the times."

"Personal feelings must be kept at the door," Bill Weasley agreed, if he had allowed his feelings to get the better of him…innocent men could have ended up remaining in Azkaban for all his shame.

"The law is moving forward, we must as well,"

"The Muggle law, is at any rate," Lord Rookwood grimaced, oh, how he detested the Muggles and the Muggle world. His face screwed up into a scowl, they shouldn't be playing catch up. If they didn't, he would have been able to visit his son whenever he liked the entire time he was incarcerated instead of pouting like a petulant child in his manor, refusing anything whatsoever to do with

"Speaking of moving forward…" Harry said, "I do have a piece of legislation I'd like to put forth." He added a bit too smugly, as he handed a copy of it to everyone in the room.

"What do you want done with Azkaban now?" came the grumbled complaint, Harry's eyes roamed around, narrowing suspiciously but he couldn't find out who exactly said it.

"Oh, no, this just won't do!"

"We can't! it would take forever!"

"That I've noticed seems to be a frequent complaint I've noticed," Harry said, staring at the witch. "Why join the Wizengamot which is slow going itself, if you wanted to do something quick why not stay at home?" ignoring the sniggering and smothered amusement going on around him.

"We are all aware of how long it can take to get things done, but if we didn't do it, who would?" Bill pointed out, "It's not as if we do it for free, we get paid, it's a job, and one I am coming to enjoy." Which was surprising enough, although nothing would ever beat what he had trained at.

"Why do you want to dig up that…that pit?" Lady Pettigrew asked, staring at the young man. Her eyes shrewd as she took him in, she reckoned he had a good reason for everything she did.

"This is Lady Pettigrew," Lord Slytherin informed Harry.

"Pettigrew…as in Peter?" Harry asked, turning to face the witch.

Everyone froze, even Bagman seemed to be holding his breath, staring between them as if expecting Harry to reach over and kill her for simply being his mother.

Lady Pettigrew's breathing hitched, eyes filling with tears. How could she defend her son when she didn't even know if he was guilty or innocent? Could anything she say really matter to the child? And he was just a child, her own son had been twice his age…not that she liked to think on it. Her son alive all this time and she had grieved him as dead, buried him. He had lost his parents…Merlin, help her.

"I am sorry you'll never know," Harry said sombrely, his wide green eyes so earnest.

So wide and earnest that the Dark Lord was left breathless just seeing him act. It was the first real time he'd seen it out in full force. At school he didn't have much of a front, he just blended in amongst the students. He honestly begun to think that Harry put his acting to shame. There was no doubt he was very good, he completely duped everyone that wasn't Dumbledore but Dumbledore only knew because he had been loose lipped.

It took everything in Lady Patricia Pettigrew to not break down, her eyes filled with tears she so desperately had to stop. She would not humiliate herself here. Her shoulders eased and she felt like she could breathe again. It was not forgiveness, no, nor was it absolution, no, he was not blaming her at all for what happened.

Admiration suffused the Dark Lord, a quick glance at Corvus, he too was clearly admiring Harry's acting abilities. The others were all looking ready to break out the tissues – slight exaggeration he knew – but they were very clearly moved by the display. At least the women were, the men were all impressed. Whether they all believed it or not…was another matter entirely.

"Oh," Bill murmured, finally seeing what Harry wanted done, "You want to dig up the bodies of the deceased in Azkaban and have them buried."

"See! Preposterous!"

"They served their time; Percival Dumbledore's body was removed and he was buried in Godric's Hollow with the rest of his family. He was innocent, and I know everyone will not be…but they deserve to go home. They paid the price for their crimes." Harry said softly, watching everyone over his eyelashes, demure as could be.

"And who will be paying for that?" Lord Avery asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"How many of your relatives died in Azkaban, Lord Avery?" Harry enquired innocently.

Lord Avery glared viciously at Rookwood when he laughed under his breath. Even more so when Rookwood replied, "Four." He wheezed to Harry with a vicious grin and a wink. He liked the kid, it was unfortunate, he hadn't been able to attend the party announcing Heir Lestrange and Mr. Black's engagement. Well, now Heir and Mr. Lestrange he guessed, since Sirius Black had given up his last name which was entirely uncommon.

"If you don't want the pain of burials, Lord Avery…perhaps thinking about addendums added about a cremation of each body with the ashes interred in the family cemeteries?" Harry suggested kindly. "As you can see from my previous legislation…nothing is ever certain…" making his disapproval clear.

"By Dagda he really did decide everything you've asked of us," Lord Smith said, gaping a little. Too much of his syntax was in both his speech and the way he wrote. There was no doubting it at all, they'd been reading his legislation proposals for years now. Speaking mostly to Antonio, to whom he sat next to on his other side.

Lord Abbott chuckled, "Yes, as I told you all often enough." he informed Lord Smith wryly.

"Now on to other business…" Ogden cleared his throat, and with that the Wizengamot side-lined Harry's newest piece of legislation. Not that they would have agreed to anything, everyone would need time to read everything before an agreement could even be half way reached. A lot of the time addendums and such were added constantly until it was either dismissed or put through.

Not that everyone was paying that much attention to Ogden or what was happening. Still a little stunned by everything that had happened at the meeting. In the end, Chief Warlock Ogden decided to call an end to the meeting and let everyone retire for the day.

Even more so when they saw Lord Black-Potter approach Corvus Lestrange on familiar terms, acting as if, well, if they'd known each other for years!

A few of the Lady's actually swooned in sheer shock or maybe horror when Corvus actually smiled and spoke back to the teenager.

The most terrifying wizard they'd all met, very agreeably so, being kind was almost worth of how faint they came across.

A/n - I've googled to make sure the answers to the questions were right so there is that hopefully they are and google didn't kid me lol 😊 I do prefer an element of truth to be in my stories so where we go! I did have fun writing this one though for sure! I also hope the chapter and his welcoming to the Wizengamot was what you thought it would be lol my favourite bit was writing the last sentence LOL so do you want to see the meeting with Longbottom or will it just be mentioned in the next chapter where they're discussing it? Well, there we go I can't think of any other questions! R&R please

Dagda – goddess of life, death, magic and Wisdom