Title: Harry Potter and the Council of the Magi

Chapter: Chapter Seventeen: The International Confederation of…Mages?

Author: King Harrison

Category: Action/Adventure

Sub-Category: Romance

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP, and some hints that I've read HBP and some of my biases may transfer over.

Summary: Wherein the International Confederation of Wizards is taken over.

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author Notes: First, thanks for reviews. (This fic was once under the name King Harrison and Harry Potter and the Ways of Learning. Second, those schnoogle-ers out there, I know this format is very similar to yours. Third, technically this fic is AU, since J.K.R. released the name of the sixth book (Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince).

"And why, Snape, is Harry Potter still alive, when you have had him at your mercy for five years?"

—Bellatrix Lestrange, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Chapter Seventeen: The International Confederation of…Mages?

(A/N Good News! I'm finally updating. Yay! I'm also updating with the beginning of a post Half-Blood Prince version of this story. Don't worry, I plan to keep this one going.)

Harry turned as Fudge spoke. Not saying anything, Harry simply looked at Fudge for a moment. Within seconds, Fudge was blushing and asking apologies.

"If you would like to remain here, ex-Minister, you will remain quiet. I have no inclination to answer any questions you ask of me. I will, however, answer any that the rest of the Confederation asks me, if I fell that answering said questions would be wise."

Fudge blanched, forgetting the stare down moments before. "I will not be ordered around by a stupid little boy, supposedly a mage or not. I-"

"You were warned," Harry said, ice coating his voice. With a negligent flick of Harry's hand, Fudge disappeared with a BANG!

"Uh, Magus Potter?" One nervous-appearing warlock asked hesitantly.

"Oh, call me Harry."

The warlock nodded, appearing slightly mollified. "I was wondering exactly how you have become a mage? You are only 16 years old…"

Harry smiled. "Actually, there are two answers to that. One, Hermione and I are actually not fully trained. That spell you saw Albus use a moment ago? It was actually a Paladin-level spell infused with Mage power. He didn't suddenly know all the secrets of the universe. The second answer is that my age is not actually 16-I have lived for over three-hundred years."

The poor warlock gaped, and another, slightly less nerve-wracked warlock spoke up. "So, Harry, if you are now a mage, why haven't you just gone out there and killed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"

Harry smiled grimly. "Well, as you saw today, he had the aid of several evil mages. They were some of the strongest we've ever had. The little problem with Morgan and Arthur," Harry grinned flippantly at Morgan, "who were both Mages, created Mordred, who is on the level of Merlin. Hades was the second strongest of the Greek Gods, which puts him slightly below Morgan and Zeus (who are at the same level). Along with the others, and the strange way their powers multiply in the presence of each other, the evil mages make a formidable force."

The same warlock spoke up again. "Why is it that these evil mages haven't somehow made You-Know-Who a mage like you made Albus and the Zabini boy?"

Harry smiled grimly. "They don't have the correct utilities at their disposal. Although, they actually might, considering how much power they gain together…. Even if they did, though, they would be forced to also make Albus a mage (and the fact that he is one now makes it impossible). They were once paired to be made mages together, much like Hermione and I, but because Voldemort became evil, they were both rejected. A similar situation arose with Albus and the dark wizard Grindewald. Blaise here was Albus' last chance, and he is working out quite nicely."

The warlock nodded, satisfied. No one else spoke up, more for the lack of will to ask questions than the lack of the questions themselves.

"Well then, since you seem to have no more questions, we have work to do. Hang on." Harry raised his hand towards the alcove of shocked witches and wizards watching the proceedings. "Obliviate!" As the entire audience grew starry eyed, Harry spoke again, "Incantem: Du Bist Dumm!" Everyone in the alcove became unconscious.

Harry turned to the assorted members of the full International Confederation of Wizards. "Now, I hope I won't have to do the same thing to you. The secret of the mages is to remain exactly that: secret. No one that is not in this confederation is to know that we exist. Now, I hope you all realize that you are about to become figureheads."

"What?" demanded a portly man that strongly reminded Harry of his uncle Vernon. "You have no right to demote us so!"

Harry stared coldly at the man. "Who are you?"

Shrinking slightly from Harry's stare, the man replied, "Marriac Dursley."

Harry's eyebrows rose sharply and he heard Hermione gasp beside him. "Any relation to Vernon Dursley, of Little Whinging, Surrey?"

The man gave Harry an odd look. "Yes. He's my favorite cousin, although he and his father were squibs. Not to mention that he complains a lot. He especially loves to complain about a delinquent nephew of his. Why do you ask?"

Harry laughed. "Because I am that 'delinquent nephew.' I spent most of my life being terrorized by him and his son, Dudley. Let me just say that I am inclined to dislike a Dursley."

The man drew himself up. "That is beside the point, boy. I asked you what right you have to take charge of this council! You seem to have taken it upon yourself to control not only this confederation, but the mages as well. What right have you?"

"As for the confederation, the fact that I am a mage is simple enough. The situation with the mages is even simpler. Hermione and I are the strongest of the mages. Now, I already gave you time to ask questions like these. We need to get down to business. As I said, you will be mainly figureheads, although you will have some say in what happens. I'm not going to steal all of your power from you."

Harry conjured up places for everyone, mage and warlock alike, to sit in and they began to discuss the future of the wizarding world.

(A/N I know this probably isn't as long as it should be, especially after as long as you all have had to wait for me to update, but anything else would get off the subject of the chapter. Hope you like this chapter, and the new Half-Blood Prince version of this story that I am creating. Read and Review!)

-King Harrison