The summons to the Wizengamot chamber was amusing. It seems whoever wrote it knew what her Ladyship of House Emrys meant, and was trying not to offend while making it obvious that they were demanding answers.

To the Lady of the Moste Ancient and Moste Noble House of Emrys,

Greetings,

You are respectfully requested to attend the upcoming emergency session of the Wizengamot,

this August 1st, 1971, to be held in the Wizengamot Chamber at the Ministry of Magic. We

hope this session will be enlightening for all involved and will lead to a bright future for all.

Respectfully,

the Offices of the Minister for Magic, Eugenia Jenkins

Myrrdin snickered and sent Whimsy to check in on her new robes. The house-elf popped away with a curtsy, and Myrrdin turned back to her desk, eyes skimming the pages of notes and books she was reading to hopefully have her legs beneath her when she stood before the soon to be non-existent government.

Robes donned and hair pulled into a complicated bun with multiple tiny braids in it, Myrrdin prepared to face the day. She swiped on a neutral lipstick, and a thin layer of eyeliner, careful not to overdo it since she was now an eleven-year-old again.

She had Tipper pop her into the Atrium of the Ministry, security being looser before the rise of a second Dark Lord, and then asked him quietly to follow invisibly. "Keep an eye out, in case anyone tries to bewitch me. I will need to get a security team worked up soon..."

And with that thought, Myrrdin swept into the Wizengamot, seconds before they closed the doors. She let her robes whip around her as she stalked to the chair designated for her, taking her seat with a quirked brow at the stares she was receiving.

Dumbledore, standing on the podium in lemon yellow robes, let out a chuckle. "So good you could join us Lady Emrys."

"A pleasure to be here." Myrrdin gave a slight nod, keeping her chin level with the ground. It would not do to appear cowed by the man, but she was not aiming to look snooty either.

"Right, are we all here?" There were several nods and no visibly empty seats. It seems the end of the world as you know it is reason to drag yourself into work.

"Well then. Lady Emrys, would you care to make a statement?" Dumbledore offered the podium, which had a built-in sonorus charm.

With another polite nod, Myrrdin set about changing the wizarding world.

"Lords and Ladies of the Wizengamot, Minister for Magic, and others assembled, My name is Myrrdin Lyrica Burke Emrys. I was chosen by Lady Magic as the sole heir to the House of Emrys, and due to my parent's unfortunate deaths in an accident, I was emancipated and took up my Ladyship. As many of you know, this governing body was created as a placeholder, to keep the magical world of Wizarding Britain running smoothly until a new heir was identified. That day has come, and as such, this body is hereby dissolved."

The room was in an uproar, and it took multiple concussion hexes to grab their attention again.

"However, I am aware that I am eleven. So here is how it is going to be." Myrrdin took a deep breath, then laid out the plan she and Kronos had prepared. "I will be selecting three advisors, one each from the Light, Dark, and Neutral faction of this body. These advisors will also be my voice while I am away at school. For now, I would like this government to continue as it has been running. The same rules, departments, and jobs. I will be meeting with my advisors and reviewing the departments, codes, and laws of Wizarding Britain. If I come across something I deem necessary to change, the change will be announced, along with a grace period. Violations during this grace period will receive reprimands, and then when the period is up, the rules will be enforced to the full extent of the law.

Are there any questions at this time? Please raise your wand."

Multiple wands were raised.

"Yes," Myrrdin picked the first witch she spotted. "You in the blue, ma'am."

The witch nodded her head. "Lady Euphemia Potter, your- pardon, but how should we address you?"

"Your Majesty will do fine."

"Yes, Your Majesty. How will these advisors of yours be selected? Do you have anyone in mind or a process for their selection?"

"I would like each of the factions to meet amongst themselves here in a moment, and agree on and put forth a minimum of two candidates, a maximum of five. I will then select from between the options available. Make sure your candidates are willing to take on the assignment, and will best represent your faction in views and goals. I want balanced opinions."

Lady Potter nodded and retook her seat. The questions continued in this manner for another hour before a recess was declared.

Myrrdin was in a secluded corner, tea on the table beside her and a plate of sandwiches in her hand. Tipper had packed up a lunch, expecting the meeting to drag on.

Things were going well, she thought. No one had outright tried to kill her yet, and they had kept their questions on the topic. All that was left was the recommendation of her new advisement counsel. Then hopefully a nap. This eleven-year-old body wasn't ready for this much excitement at once.

She spotted Dumbledore approaching and hid a wince, but she was saved by a young wizard informing her the counsel was back in session.

The factions put forth their candidates, and Myrrdin couldn't claim to be surprised. From the Dark, Avery Sr., Lord Yaxley, and Orion Black. From the Neutrals, Lord Greengrass and Lord MacDougal. From the Light came Lady Potter, Lord MacMillan, and Lord Prewett.

Myrrdin knew who her obvious choices were, but met briefly with each candidate. Decision made, Myrrdin stood once more on the podium.

"Lords and Ladies, assembled members of the former Wizengamot, my advisory counsel has been selected. Lord MacDougal, Mister Black, Lady Potter, congratulations. Please see me after the meeting. This concludes my business, for now, please proceed with the rest of the meeting as you normally would."

Dumbledore stepped up again and took the eyes off of her. "Well, that was certainly exciting. On to normal business..."

"Sirs, Ma'am, thank you for taking on this challenge. Our first order of business is for a security plan to be drawn up. I would like a detail of two guards at all times, an additional four during major events. I want equal opportunity for all magical leanings and no blood status discrimination. While I am at Hogwarts I want two on duty in the castle, and two on the grounds. They will not disrupt my normal educational experience unless absolutely needed.

"Second, I will need to open an ongoing review of every law or restriction in place, and thirdly, we need to review educational standards. Please prepare your thoughts on each subject, and any proposed improvements, and we will meet next week on Monday at nine am right here. I will get an office figured out but meet me at the door to the chamber. Oh, and I want a draft of a press release announcing the return of the Queen of Wizarding Britain written and on my desk for approval by tomorrow morning."

The three agreed and went their separate ways, and Myrrdin finally got to go home.