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After leaving Dumbledore's office Harry headed straight for Gringott's, he needed to speak to the goblins about something's and also see whether he still had control over the Dumbledore's line artefacts and family fortune. Upon reaching the bank he was immediately called into the head office where he waited for Rucknil to arrive, he was apparently speaking with some of the other heads of Gringott's, but was aware of his presence and should be along any minute.
Rucknil arrived not long after, Harry discussed with the goblin about some of the problems he had, and a solution to them all. Harry's main concern was going back to Hogwarts, he was now positive that his friends were working for Dumbledore with promises of fame and power, easily enough to sway there minds especially when in there eyes, for different reasons, the headmaster could do no wrong. Rucknil advised him that he would have to go back through the loophole in the law, even if he had it changed, it would not be in time before the start of term and as such would be irrelevant till the next year.
Harry had toyed with the idea of kicking Dumbledore out of his position as headmaster and not allow him back within the wards, but the basic matter was he was a good enough headmaster and there needed to be a strong figure at Hogwarts for the majority of the time to guard it in case of attack. Quite honestly, he couldn't think of anyone else to take the position, so he would let him stay. On the plus side Harry could apparate in and out of Hogwarts, plus he was entitled, as an heir, to his own rooms in the Ravenclaw section of the castle, and automatically re-sorted into the Ravenclaw house. That made his life a lot easier. Another nice touch was he could ask for, and would be granted access into any room in the castle, including the headmaster's room, any of the common rooms, the teacher's wing and anywhere else he could think of. He was already thinking up as many pranks as he could to play on the Slytherin's, he wasn't a Gryffindor anymore so didn't hate them without reason, he would only target the death eater younglings, they however would be having one of the worst years of there life.
He was also disappointed to find out that although he controlled the Dumbledore family fortune and there possessions, land etc that with the emergence of an heir of the family it would automatically be transferred back to the heir. Disappointing but not the end of the world so he let it go without much ado, he had bigger fish to fry.
Another problem was Dumbledore's position on the Wizengamont and International Confederation of Wizards, unfortunately for Dumbledore, now anyone who wanted the job on the Wizengamont needed his approval before getting the job, and the position on the ICW was automatic with the title of Supreme Mugwump. This all leftHarry being very happy, he had just the person in mind to replace Dumbledore and then he was going to clean up the Wizengamont, there was almost double the minimum amount of members in at the moment, with the surviving heirs of the twelve not even being on it! Now that just made him mad.
Harry spent the next two hours hand picking who he wanted on the Wizengamont, he was reverting back to the old system, twelve members with a supreme Mugwump, held the meetings and basically took control of everything. The keeper of records, allowed to see any and every record the ministry owned, including all research from the department of mysteries, Harry decided on this job for himself. Some of the research into ancient runes and spells could prove really useful for him, of course he wasn't allowed to tell anyone, but he wasn't wanting to, he wanted to use them in the war. Last of the special members was the chief voter, also known as the breaker. The keeper wasn't allowed to vote on issues, his sole job was to refer anything he deemed important from the documents to the Wizengamont for them to vote on or deal with. The breaker basically did not vote unless there was a tie, in this case he would make the decision. This task used to be given to the Mugwump however its was found to be better if a so called 'unbiased' person was to pick the outcome, the Mugwump as the head person of the council, and as such the whipping boy, often choose the easy way out to safe his own skin.
Harry decided that he would induct the Moon's and Westfield's positions on the voting council with the heir of the Ross's becoming the breaker. The only reason for this was he knew the boy in question, a Ravenclaw himself, three or four years above him in school and had played Quidditch against him. He remembered a tall, athletic boy with intelligent eyes that shone with happiness. Reading up on him he found that he was training under his father in the family business, Trunk building. In all respects the boy was perfect, and most importantly they were a neutral family. He had tried to pick all neutral families but there just weren't enough, and given the choice he would go light sided rather than risk having a Voldermort supporter within the room.
Leaving the bank with the parchment in hand to make the changes happen, he headed first to the trunk shop in Diagon alley and then to the ministry. His two main members had both agreed immediately, saying they were honoured to be chosen. The files were sent to records and the letters sent out, the new list would be in the Daily Prophet tomorrow, he was making waves but it needed to be done. One real positive was that he had stuck to his promise. All of the remaining twelve families, that hadn't been disowned by there line, a little fact he learned from Rucknil about Voldemort, would be included.
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'Wizengamont of old formed by the keeper" Harry looked at the paper and smiled, the families to be included had been in the paper. Mugwump was to be Amelia Bones, he hand picked her as she was a fair woman, and she had suffered through the war and would be strong because of it. He had persuaded her easily enough and was sure he had made the right choice. The keeper was himself and the breaker was Liam Ross, the trunk maker's son. The other 9 voting members were the Zabini's, Longbottom's, Moon's, Westfield's, Morgan's, Bell's, Malakin's, Dumbledore's and Snape's. Harry almost had to bite his tongue to stop himself from bursting out laughing. The best part was as soon as they begun the meeting there was an ancient spell that passed over the room, which would kill Snape and end the line. Harry already had a replacement lined up in the form of the Fletchers, not in anyway related to the muggle-born Dung that was in the order.
There was a meeting this evening to resolve the seating arrangements and absolve any temporary laws that the old Supreme Mugwump had placed in waiting for vote, it automatically became a law until thrown out by vote, Harry couldn't wait to see the old coots face when he had to start playing by the rules once more. Harry had also given him last vote, he couldn't become a leader in the Wizengamont at all because of this, and nobody would be able to follow his lead, even if he managed to sway them to it. Plus the confrontation with Snape was going to be memorable, Harry was positive of that.
Harry had also found out something very important about his wand and the bond he had with it from the old goblin. Apparently the reason his spells now came so easily wordless and more importantly invisible was because of the perfect match to his wand. The incantation and wand movement are only required to show the wand exactly what you want it to do with your magic; because of the bond this was not needed. The fact his spells was invisible, that was slightly more complex, but again the bond was the reason. When a spell is forced out of a wand with an incantation and wand movement, it is just that forced out, meaning the magic is fighting itself, half trying to revert back to raw magic and the other half trying to turn into the spell of choice hence the colour of light, depending on the power of spell and the caster. The colours ranged from red, the weakest such as stunners etc up to purple, this surprised Harry thinking green would be the ultimate, the killing curse for example. This was a common misconception as the killing curse itself was not a powerful curse, a block of wood or small stone conjured or summoned in front of it would stop it. Some blasting curses however, which had a purple beam, would blast through a building without even pausing, making them much more powerful.
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One thing Harry would loved to of changed about the Wizengamont was the colour of the robes, however purple it was, and after putting them on he had to admit they didn't look too bad. The purple robe had no sleeves and almost touched the floor with cream shirt and trousers underneath. The collar had a colour as well, these ranged from red, basic voters, blue for the keeper and breaker and finally black for the Supreme Mugwump. Taking one last look he decided it was time and apparated into the atrium at the ministry, looking around he saw there was only Snape and madam Bones to arrive. He headed to the wand booth and handed it over to Oliver, the guard at the moment.
"Ten inches, em thunder phoenix feather and nundu throat string?" Looking up quite startled, Harry just smiled at him nodded in confirmation and walked back to the waiting crowd leaving a stunned auror behind.
As he approached a tall man separated himself from the group and walked up to shake his hand. As the man closed the distance between them he noticed the classic signs of an Italian family, realising it must be the head of the Zabini family he sifted through everything he knew about them. He wanted to make a good impression on the members and had been studying there families histories and businesses all afternoon.
"Greetings Mr Zabini, I hope your apothecaries are doing well?" he asked extending his hand in greeting. Mr Zabini smiled and extended his own hand, capturing Harry's in a strong grip.
"Yes, extremely well actually, people are scared and making many healing potions and alike, just in case you know. I wanted to thank you personally for this Mr Potter; our family has a long history but we have never sat on the Wizengamont. You do my family a great honour and I would like to invite you for dinner this coming Friday, as a thank you" The older man said in accented English, smiling at the younger man. Harry smiled back saying it was an honour to be invited and of course he would attend, and to please call him Harry to which he was told to call him Toni.
With that the meeting was called to order, as soon as the doors opened a figure emerged from the shadows near the lift and drifted into the room before anyone bar Madam Bones who had opened the door. Of course Harry had seen him as he had appeared from the lift but didn't say or do anything, the death was supposed to be quite torturous, treason was a high crime after all. Upon entering the room, Harry took his chair to the right of Madam Bones next to the highest placed voting member, Derek Moon smiled brightly at him, he had already received letters from them and the Westfield's stating there pure delight at there inclusion of the new Wizengamont and thanked him for allowing them to restore there family honour. He had meal arrangements with both families for the coming week also; all in all he was a busy man at the moment.
When Madam Bones officially called the meeting to order a wave of power swept the room, causing Harry to smile. Within seconds a loud screaming starting emanating from Snape, Harry had read about this, he would go through the trials, be judged and sentenced by the room. In under a minute he would either be judged worthy or dead. The whole room knew this, it was quite a famous part of the room, it was only Harry that thought of using it in this way and he planned of proposing using this as a Death Eater sentencing booth, nobody could lie in this room, not even under the imperious, which was found to be used last time as a counter to veritaserum. A rather effective, if slightly sadistic, one as well. There was no antidote, curse, potion or poison that could stop this room however. Looking up from his musing he noticed that all the eyes in the room were locked onto the dieing figure of Severus Snape, all except one pair. Dumbledore eyes stared into Harry's giving enough respect to not try and peer into his mind this time and gave a nod of thanks. There feud was by no means over, he had screwed Harry's life up in more ways than he thought possible, but he did respect the man for what he had given for his way of life. That respect was not returned yet, but Dumbledore did respect Harry's way of dealing with Snape.
The meeting did not last long after that, a death in the first meeting was not what a lot of people in the room had hoped for, even Harry, but it was a sure fire way of finding out his loyalty's, and not only that but giving the man to change his ways even if he had been on Voldemort's side, he chose death, and to be honest it was probably the sensible choice, Voldemort's killing of traitor would have been a lot worse death than that one.
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Harry was running in his animagus form to blow of some steam, he had been doing this a lot lately. He had a lot on his mind and was trying to learn everything he had learned, which even thinking about confused the hell out of him. With all of the downloaded information he know had a massive spell base to choose from, everything from drying your hair to stripping yourself of all hair. The problem was they never worked first time, so he had to spend about four hours a day going through each and every spell in his mind. This had been fun for the first few months, he had done all the cool and useful ones first, but really who needed to know a spell to strip the human body of all its hair, to Harry it really seemed pointless, well apart from the embarrassment factor, he was already planning sneaking into the Slytherin common room and using it on Malfoy.
He loved to run he decided once again after getting back to his manor, Flash landed on his shoulder, he always flew above him, mirroring his mood with the weather; even the dragons had joined him on occasion. That was another plus he had achieved in the past month, the dragons guarding his manor had agreed to help in the final battle, which Harry was sure it would come down to, probably over Hogwarts he mused, if Voldemort could take Hogwarts the wizarding community might as well pack there bags and leave. If it fell then so did Britain, it was as simple and complicated as that.
Harry was actually having quite a good summer, he had met with all of the families on the Wizengamont, Neville had taken over from his grandmother on the council, he wasn't seventeen when Harry sent his invitation to join, so his grandmother filled in for him until he was old enough. They had become close friends very quickly, closer than he had ever been to Ron, and had far more in common. He had also got very close to Susan Bones, Amelia's niece, and found a budding relationship brewing between them. They had gone on a few dates, but Harry was extremely wary of pursuing a relationship when she would become a target on Voldemort's hit list, second probably, only to him. He found that she was a strong and loyal friend, with a gift in transfiguration, being capable of gaining her master quite easily Harry felt and had told her so, only to make her blush.
The only problem was his old friends, they had sent him a couple of letters, to which he gave bored reply's, basically all the letters said were to speak to Dumbledore if he had any visions and that he should reinstate him as the Supreme Mugwump. He was getting very bored of it actually. The final blow was when he was invited to the Burrow for a party on his birthday, which was tomorrow; he wasn't looking forward to it at all. He had planned to spend the day with Susan, now he was going to spend the morning with her before heading to the Burrow around lunchtime.
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Harry was lounging on a deck chair out in the sun, sitting in comfortable silence with Susan sitting in one across from him. Looking over at her he realised that he wanted nothing more than to wrap the girl in his arms. She looked up and met his eyes, smiling slightly she was returned with one in return, and started plucking up her courage. Harry had just turned back when Susan spoke.
"Harry, why won't you ask me out?" she asked looking over at him. Harry almost choked on the drink he was taking and looked up at her with wide eyes before sighing and looking down.
"I can't put you in danger, I won't let myself. I do like you Susan but I refuse to give the dark scum bag anymore things to hurt me with" he said sadly. He was shocked witless when she burst out laughing at him, tears streaming down her face. Looking at her as if she was mental, he coughed and glared until she managed to regain her composure.
"Sorry Harry but really, my auntie is the head of law enforcement and supreme Mugwump of the Wizengamont, do you really think I could be in any more danger? And for the love of Merlin would you stop being so heroic all the time" with that she got up and planted a small kiss on Harry's lips before settling herself on his lap and leaning back into him. Harry thought for a moment and realising she was right wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close giving her cheek a kiss and muttering a thank you in her ear. When she ground her bum into his crotch in response he couldn't help but think he had got himself into a situation that he really couldn't handle this time.
After spending a pleasant morning with Susan Harry mood darkened somewhat, he really wasn't looking forward to this birthday party. Yes it was nice of them to do, and yes he would probably get lots of present and everyone would be delighted to see him, the only problem was how long his friends would be all chummy before they started asking him loads of questions. Harry had no doubt some of the questions would be straight from Dumbledore himself. He decided that he would act quite nicely until they started with the questions, then he would tell them some home truths, maybe he could shake them out of the old coots grasp. Even some of the family would be a big help.
Around five o'clock as Harry was saying goodbye to Susan and Neville, the last of the guests to leave, he couldn't help but think that he had, quite surprisingly, a pleasant afternoon and overall birthday. Neville and Susan had failed to inform him in the days and weeks previous that they had also been invited to the party, in fact most of the DA was there. He had managed to avoid too much contact with his old friends, but the more he did the more he could see there brains working trying to figure out a way to slyly ask him some of the questions. Overall it was royally annoying to Harry, so he left them be and spent time with the others.
Fred and George had come up to him and said they needed to talk to him, handed him a portkey then lightened the mood by playing a prank on him. Once the trick had worn of they gave him a serious look before turning back into the old selves and bouncing away to prank others. Harry was nervous about what it was if the twins were being that serious about it, oddly he also got the same nods and serious expression for brief moments from Charlie and Bill; he couldn't help but think he would be meeting them at the same time as the twins.
They sat in a rather uncomfortable silence soon after the last guests had left; well it was uncomfortable for Harry anyway. All of the family kept sneaking glances at him as if expecting him to break down and tell them everything. Harry could see Ron getting more and more annoyed by the second as he no doubt made up several ludicrous situations in his head about how and why Harry had done the things he had. 'Really is worse than Malfoy sometimes'
"Well, aren't you going to tell us" Ron finally snapped, earning glares from everyone else in the room except Harry who looked up calmly.
"Tell you what exactly?" he asked innocently, trying to look as confused as possible, a hard task he mused, when also trying to stop yourself from bursting out laughing.
"Why did you turn your back on Dumbledore, what has happened to you and who died and made you Merlin?" Ron shouted back angrily, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Ron missed the darkening of Harry's eyes, he had gone way past the line, and so far in fact, he couldn't even see it. "What I want to know is what makes you so special that you can do what you want without anything happening to you" he growled and stood his eyes almost black with rage. Ron finally noticing him stood, there was a difference between bravery and stupidity, Ron never did know where the line was however.
"Who died Ron? My parents died, Cedric died, Sirius died, these people died with me or for me Ron, let me ask you one question" pausing to add emphasis, he really was a showman at heart. "What do you fight for; is it fame, fortune, honour? All of the above? I fight for those I have lost, and those I stand to loose" with that he turned to the family as a whole and looked at the all while giving a scanning glance. "All of you need to think why you fight, and who you will fight for. I am no longer, and will not be a pawn for Dumbledore any longer. He is as much a part of my parents deaths as Voldermort or Wormtail and is almost solely responsible for Sirius's imprisonment" pausing again he lost his wind, looking quite defeated he looked back up at a family he at one time almost called his own "choose your bed, for those of you who have already chosen" his gaze rested on the three teenagers, Ron, Hermione and Ginny. "Lie in it, for those who haven't I implore you to ask Dumbledore the same question I asked Ron before following him" With that said he apparated out of the house with a small pop, thanks to a small bit of element he had drawn in, then silently back to his house.
Upon arrival he noticed two things; One Flash was waiting for him and started signing when he arrived uplifting his spirit greatly, the second was a letter with the Wizengamont seal upon it. The Wizengamont had made many changes; most of them were the removal of pointless laws and after many public speeches, the removal of most of the, so called, dark creature laws and bylaws. Instead they had a board of specialists and members of the council sit with leaders from the main groups and draw up a treaty to over rule. This was still in process and would probably take some time before being finalist. Upon opening the letter he dropped it in shock, the son of a bitch. A switching spell later and he apparated straight into his seat in the room, element apparition was an incredible hard thing to block, especially when darkness was your, element, all you needed was a little bit of shadow, then you could go there. Upon arrival he knew he was correct, Dumbledore had called the emergency meeting, with orders to the Weasleys to keep him past the finish point of the meeting. Pity he had put them in there place instead, and now Harry was irate at the old coot. He was about to start making Dumbledore's life really hard.