A/N- Well, here's chapter seven. I hope you like it. It's a bit short, but i felt it was a good place to end the chapter. i know it took me forever, and I'll try to get the next out a bit faster. Enjoy and tell me what you think. Also, thank you to all who have reviewed!!!!

Chapter seven- Holding Court

The first ever World Magical Council was being held in London at the end of November; the need to such a meeting, Voldemort. All leaders of the Wizarding and Magical communities were going to be present. The ministers of Magical from most of the nations of the world were going to be present, along with the leaders of the magical creatures. Remus was going to be present, making his first public appearance since his crowning. He was going to be on the same platform of the English authorities that used to consider in an outcast, lesser, and to dangerous to teach their children. Now he was an equal, a man with more muscle and power than the Minister himself. Let's not forget the green eyed young man sharing his bed every night.

Remus walked into the room with his advisor and brother, Frey, and nearly had an anxiety attack. All of England, and most of Europe was there. Remus was sat in a high wing back chair, Frey at his left, and Lareyne to his right. Governors and other leaders of smaller werewolf tribes sat behind him, all present to help Remus make decisions that will benefit all of his people. They were centered on the left side of the room, The Vampires and Veela sat facing them on the right. Moody sat at the front of the hall, along with other important people from the Ministry and Ministers from other nations. Mr. Weasley was there, having been promoted to being head of the misuse of Muggle artifacts division. Wizards, witches, and magical creatures a like sat behind their leaders and in balconies above the arena.

Dumbledore was there, along with McGonagoll and Snape. Moody thought it would be best to have members of the order present to have people who had fought Voldemort there to give true accounts. Snape was there as a 'teacher to protect the students' and would be in need to know what to do if there be an attack. Harry Potter was not allowed to come, The Order claiming that he was to young and would be informed of the details later. Moody stood and the Hall went silent.

"I, first off, want to thank all of you for making it to this fine event. I would like to welcome all of the ambassadors to England. And I hope that we cal all reach an agreement by the end of the council. And Mr. Potter, you can come out, the cloak is not necessary," Moody said with a smirk worthy of a Malfoy. He had been one of the members on Harry's side, saying that a second hand account of the council would lessen his vigilance.

Harry pulled the cloak off and made himself known in the middle of the room. Whispers and gasps were heard from the bystanders, many if which were not from England. He was somewhat of a legend. Almost to the point of being unreal. Rumors would float about Europe; those who claimed to have seen him were taken as seriously as those, who in the muggle world, claimed to have seen Jesus.

"Have a seat, young man, I do believe that you should have a say."

"Thank you Minister." Harry spotted Remus and made his way to him. Frey gave him a huge smile and made everybody move down so Harry could have the seat next to his lover. This was quite the statement. He was silently choosing the side of the werewolves, and it was also stating what side the werewolves were going to take.

"Now, we should begin with were we stand on this subject. We, the Nation of Great Britain, are firmly against the likes of Voldemort. And will not stand to harbor anyone who doesn't stand with us." At this King Bastian, of the Vampires, stood.

"We have been given no reason to despise this Voldemort. He has given us nothing but support, and has promised us a free way of life, if we give him and his people our support. And with the fact that even some of your people support him, makes me wonder why you think you are right."

Harry stood slowly, no one noticing. He waited for the king to finish before he spoke.

"I mean no harm or dishonor with what I have to say to you, Sire." All attention was on him. "The man you speak of in a rather nice way is a monster. He killed my parents because they took part in my making. He felt he needed to kill them, to kill me. He needed to kill me because I had a power he did not." The king tried to interrupt, but Harry kept on speaking. "You have a power he does not. You may think that that is why he needs you know. And it is. But if you help him, and he wins, he will destroy you. You have a power he cannot have, and he will not stand for that. He has spent the past 6 years trying to kill me, because I have this power that I didn't want. I've been beaten and tortured because I said I wouldn't follow him. The only reason why I am alive now, is because of the man next to me. I wont even get into what happened to be last summer, and I'm sure you don't want to hear it. His campaign is of that to promote Pure Blooded wizards, and to put them into power. According to the most recent definition of what a wizard is, you do not fit into that equation. He will win you over, use you, then destroy you. He wont need you once you're done. Why would he want to continue to help someone whom he cannot physically stop with his won power. He will use you like he uses his death eaters. Once they fail him, they are gone. Once they need is over, they are as good as much as dead. But of course he doesn't tell you this. But before you decided what you do, think about it. We may not win, but at least we wont kill you when this is all over."

Harry sat and took a deep breath. The king was silent, jaw gaping. Moody looked to the point of bursting with pride. Dumbledore's twinkle was evident and Snape looked ready to explode. The rest of the council went on that way, argument and rebuttal. Harry didn't sat much else for the rest of the debate, only putting his two cents when he felt it absolutely necessary. Remus spoke enough for the two of them. He was a strong speaker, having had plenty of practice with his students. No strong agreement was made that night. Only that thinking twice would be done before any decisions would be made.

Harry dropped himself unceremoniously onto the couch in Remus' living room. He was exhausted and his head hurt. Remus plopped down next to him and rested his head in Harry's lap.

"You were brilliant, you know," Harry said, stroking his love's hair.

"I had a lot of prepping yesterday. Besides, you stole the show."

"No, I just told the truth."

"And that's all it took." Remus sat up a bit and gave Harry a soft kiss.

Harry rolled around to get on top of Remus and straddled his waist. They began to kiss the stress away, relaxing into each other. There was a knock at the door, but the two ignored it. They were so wrapped up in each other, they didn't hear it open.

"Sorry to bother you, but after the council, a few of the governors brought up a very important subject." Frey sat in a chair that was semi-facing the couch. Harry lifted his head, but remained on top of Remus. Frey smiled at the two as Remus sat up, bringing Harry with him.

"Now what is this about?"

"The governors have come to me with something very important. Now, this is only being brought up because of you being a var time leader. To put it simply, you need an heir. I figured zat you vouldn't want to make one, so zee only other option is to find someone to give birth to one."

Remus sat there in shock, But Harry was completely aware of what Frey was saying. Remus would have to be with a woman. So he needed a wife after all.

"So I need to find a woman to have my child…"

"Yes," Frey nodded, looking solemn.

"Well, I'll let you toe talk," Harry said, getting up and heading towards the bedroom.

"No, Harry…" But Frey stopped him from keeping him back.

"I want to talk to you alone," Frey said, making sure the bedroom door was closed. "You don't have to find a woman. There are ways that a man could do it. I didn't vant to say something in front of Harry. I zink this may be something that you should talk to him about in private. If Harry is up for it, he can carry the child."

"Men can't give birth." Remus said flatly, trying not to jump to conclusions.

"Yes they can. Vell, not technically. He vould have to have a c-section. But it is possible."

"Explain how, then."

"He would take a potion. It was originally made for non verevolf vomen to have verevolf children vith their verevolf men. Ve have had a few kings who have had male lovers, and vanted to have children vith them. A bit of tweaking was done to the potion, and I vorked. This child vould have to be a verevolf, and to do that, you must be at a semi-verevolf state."

"Wait, wouldn't I hurt him?"

"No, that's pare of the potion's charm. And even if that wasn't true, I do not think that you would harm him. He seems to be able to get through to the volf. Our vomen give off a pheromone that triggers the volf. You vould become how you vere vhen you came into your inheritance. So you vill still be human. The potion vould enable Harry to give off the pheromone. And give him the means to conceive. You vill just have to find someone to make the potion. It's a tricky one."

Remus thought about it for a moment before opening his mouth to speak.

"I know. You have to talk about it with Harry of course. Here is the list of ingredients and how to make it. Don't vorry. He loves you. I think he will do anything to help you."

"I know, and that's what worries me."

Frey smiled slyly and left Remus to think. After five minutes Remus went to talk to Harry. 'The thing that scares me, is that he will probably do it.'

Severus Snape sat at his desk, grading papers. Yesterday had been a long day; a very long and uneventful day. The only good thing to come out of it what that Potter had seemed to talk to Vampires out of an immediate decision. There was a tentative knock at his door.

"Come it," Snape bellowed, without looking up.

"Severus…"

"Lupin, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be holding court somewhere."

"Funny, as usual. But no, I have come here with a business proposition for you."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I will pay you for whatever work you do."

"Well what is it you need?" Snape asked, setting is quill down.

"I need you to make this." Remus handed over a piece of parchment. Snape looked at it, then looked at Remus, then back down to the parchment. Lifting an eyebrow, he sighed.

"You can't be serious."

"Deadly."

"I can't believe I have to assist in making more Potters."