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A/N:
Sorry I know the Chapter is short. I had bad writer's block with this one. It looks like I will have a bad block with Chapter Eight.
How do you write the perfect scene. I was disappointed with the Wizengamot Scene it didn't go where I wanted it to. Honestly I deleted a few times before I was even slightly happy with where it was.
Oblivion's Muse wrote:
just a bit of a problem...Why the heck is Harry being nice to the Weasleys, who stole his money...I remember it said that Molly AND Arthur both stole money...?
My response:
As head of House a person has responsibilities to that line. Harry was accepted by the vaults because the vaults knew he would not abuse the powers. In all honesty he can appeal to himself for a fitting punishment for those who stole from him (if he is head of their house). If however he is not head of their house he would have to appeal to the head of house of that particular person's family. While Harry is not particularly mean spirited revenge is best served cold and when least expected.
Chapter Seven
"I would like to try on the royal blue ones," Harry told Madam Malkin.
"They are made of Acromantula silk, it is more durable and breathable than regular silk, but on the other hand it is also more expensive than regular silk," Madam Malkin said as she helped Harry put them on. "Blue looks good on you," said Madam Malkin.
"Yes I think I like this color, could you resize them please," Harry asked her.
She began cast the spells to resize the set of robes to fit Harry and resized the others to fit him,also. Then she handed Harry the bill to approve with his pendant, she thanked him and then left.
"Griphook what time is my meetings with Malfoy and Dumbledore scheduled?"
"2:00 and 3:00, respectively," Griphook told him.
"Good I should be back after I have lunch with my family," Harry told the goblin, who nodded his understanding. "Klisp."
"Yes Master, is everyone home already?"
"Yes Master, they are,"
"Good, can you have lunch ready by 12:00 I am going to be home to eat with everyone," Harry told the house elf.
"Yes, Master," Klisp replies before disappearing once again.
"Magic take us to the Ministry of Magic Building," Harry said after he had grabbed the hand of the Minister. The two disappeared and reappeared just outside of the Ministry. The two walked inside to the both to check one's wand.
"Name please," the voice said.
"Ex-Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge."
"King Harry James Potter Black Slytherin Umfraville Gryffindor Ravenclaw Drefin Traaskaa Delaney Podmore Myrtle Aesalon Alderton Binns Bode Bones Clagg Gaunt Traia."
"Purpose please," the voice said.
"The King brought me."
"To take over the Ministry," Harry said.
"Wands please," the voice said.
Fudge slid his through to person in the booth. "I left my wand at home," Harry told the person. Two name tags appeared in return one for each of them. Harry strode through the halls of the Ministry with Fudge in tow. He turned off in all the correct places to be headed to the courtrooms. Harry walked into Courtroom Number One. "Magic alert all Wizengamot Members of a meeting now in Courtroom Number One," Harry said aloud.
All the members of the Wizengamot heard the same voice speak the same message. "An emergency meeting of the Wizengamot has been called in Courtroom One at the Ministry of Magic, please respond immediately."
Harry walked over to the middle of the courtroom willed a seat into being for himself. "So Fudge I believe you have been having an affair with Delores Umbridge, is this true," Harry asked the man.
"Yes."
"How long?"
"What?"
"How long have you two been having an affair?"
"Three almost four years."
"I m going to marry her off," Harry said.
Fudge looked at him sharply.
"I think I am going to marry her off to Dumbledore it is a very fitting revenge don't you," Harry said with a laugh.
"Why don't you marry her off to me," Fudge asked.
"First off you already have heirs, second Dumbledore does not, third," Harry was interrupted by Dumbledore mid-sentence.
"Dumbledore does not what, Harry?"
"Oh I was only saying that you do not have any heirs and when you die so does your line. That is going to have to change, we can't let your ancient line die off now can we. As the Head of the Dumbledore Line it is my duty to find you a wife."
"What madness, I demand that you give me back the ring of my line."
"Don't you remember anything that you were taught when you were younger? Respect the Head of your Line."
"You should not be the Head of my Line. You should be safely tucked away at the Burrow or Hogwarts where no Death Eater can get you. I will have an Order member fetch you presently."
"No you won't, after all I called this meeting of the Wizengamot."
"It's true he did," Fudge told a visibly shaken Dumbledore.
Two men and one woman chose to walk through the door after Cornelius said his piece. It took all of twenty minutes for the remaining members of the Wizengamot to report for the meeting.
"If everyone is here then I can begin," Harry addressed the Wizengamot.
The Wizengamot members looked confused. Dumbledore looked like he had just been force fed his beloved lemon sherberts.
"I am King Harry James Potter Black Slytherin Umfraville Gryffindor Ravenclaw Drefin Traaskaa Delaney Podmore Myrtle Aesalon Alderton Binns Bode Bones Clagg Gaunt Traia I am officially declaring that the Wizengamot no longer exists, with my words, so shall it be."
"You have no ideal what you have just done," Dumbledore said.
"Don't I? With my words I declare that the King of Magic is looking for individuals to help him with the running of the British Magical World. Magic should be the judge of those worthy enough to hold a position of power."
