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Harrison's POV
Once everyone had settled in their seats Dumbledore stood. The chamber fell silent and their eyes were all upon him. Next to Harrison, Corbin was stiff his easy going attitude was gone. A cold expression equal to that of Lucius Malfoy was on his face. It almost made the young man shiver.
Dumbledore began his grandfatherly tone was thick in his voice, "Do we have any old business that needs to be readdressed?"
No one answered him, "Do we have any new business that does not have to be voted on to be addressed?"
That's when he stood and said, "Speaker of the Wizengamot, I wish to claim my seat and votes," he said in a practiced smooth tone.
Corbin had taught him what exactly he had to say. Being able to say it appropriately would earn him a lot of respect. Especially given how young he was.
Something that had been explained to him was the consequences of him taking up the Lordships. The Dumbledore Lordship like many others could only be taken up by a pureblood. Whether this is legitimized like Harrison or by birth. This made Dumbledore's position within the Wizengamot tenuous at best.
Corbin had shown Harrison how the old man had been using his seats. Before his father died, James had named Dumbledore Regent. There he would have stayed until Harrison was old enough to take the Lordship. However he should have been teaching Harrison about his duties since he was seven. Or at the very latest when he was 11. This had him playing four years worth of catchup.
"Certainly, my Lord. Place your finger upon the black stone please; the magicks of the Chamber will do the rest."
Harrison placed a single long finger upon the black stone resting on the Speaker's platform, not even flinching at the small bite of blood the stone took. A moment later the magicks of the Chamber filled the room with a loud voice that stated, "The Wizengamot recognises Lord Harrison of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter and Black."
From the growing scowl on Senior Mugwump Albus Dumbledore's face, he had been hoping to meet the position for himself. Once more Harrison was glad for Tarloc. It was thanks to his master that this had been done. He would have never thought to do it himself.
Better yet, nobody could accuse Lord Harrison of doing something dishonest to gain the title. The Wizengamot Chambers had all manner of spells and wards laid in place, supposedly by Merlin himself, to stop just such a thing from happening. On top of that, the black stone that confirmed a Lord or Lady's place in the Wizengamot did so with a drop of blood, which no potion in the magical world could falsify. Even Polyjuice just changed the physical make-up, not the blood.
Harrison returned to his seat by Corbin, who gave him an approving clap on the shoulder. As he was scanning the room and taking in their reactions he saw Master Tarloc. Tarloc Selwyn was the current Lord of the Selwyn family. As per his position he was in with the neutral faction. His master raised his chin in acknowledgement a flash of amusement crossed his dark eyes.
A blustering Lord Fawcett spoke first, "Lord Peverell, I am not certain you realise where you are sitting. The men in your immediate vicinity are the Lords Yaxley, Malfoy and Lestrange. You are more than welcome over here instead of such dark companionship."
He didn't stand back up as he said, "I am fully aware of where I sit, Lord Fawcett, thank you."
Another voice called out his tone laced heavily with venom, "But you're a Potter you should be sitting with the Light. Potters have always been Light."
"Did you not hear where I was declared Lord Potter and Black?" He put special emphasis on Black.
Fawcett called out, "But Sirius Black was the reason your parents were murdered. Can you truly in good conscience sit with the side that allowed this? How are you even able to get your Lordship? You're what 14? There is no feasible way a child could get the Lordship so early."
That had the courts muttering in agreement. Under normal circumstances they would be right. He wouldn't have been able to get his Lordship until his sixteenth birthday. But his situation was far from normal.
This had Harrison fighting a grin he had hoped to gain some allies first but since they brought it up. It was time to take advantage of it.
"Dark is a very general term, in my opinion. Nonetheless, it is not your place to decide where I sit and how I vote and I suggest you be quiet before you make even more of a fool of yourself. Since you have brought up my godfather however. Show me the proof that he did what you claim he did. I tried to find the transcripts after the events of my third year. Somehow they were missing. That means you sent an Heir Lord to Azkaban for 12 years. Prove me wrong and show me the transcripts or face the truth."
Harrison felt his lips twitch in mild amusement as a sputtering Lord Fawcett took his seat, turning red in embarrassment. Not only had he been caught out attempting to bring a fellow Lord over to the 'correct' seating, but he'd been chastised like an unruly child in front of the whole Wizengamot for the same thing. He wouldn't be recovering anytime soon.
He studied the Wizengamot as they slowly recovered from his sharp reply to Lord Fawcett, in particular studying Senior Mugwump and Headmaster of Hogwarts Albus Dumbledore. The man was staring at him with a very fixated interest even from across the chamber, something that had gained him a few odd looks from other Lords and Ladies. He could tell the man did not like his words. Or the fact that he was already trying to get his godfather free. Sirius had never received a trial and Harrison would see that fixed. Immediately.
In the neutral section he saw Madame Bones begin scribbling furiously on a piece of paper. Good maybe the Head of the DMLE would take care of things.