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Harry Potter gave the large man sitting in the living room a curious glance. "Mr Hagrid?"

"Ah, call me 'Agrid. Everyone does." The bearded man replied.

"OK, Hagrid." Harry could not help but grin. "So, why did you want to meet me?"

Hagrid took a large gulp of the tea that Belldandy had served. The other people in the room, including a freshly arrived Sirius Black, waited patiently.

"Well," Hagrid began, "Mr Dumbledore wanted me ta help show you around the Alley and somesuch."

"That was nice of him," Urd said in a dry tone, "but with the exception of Harry and Keiichi, we're all familiar with Diagon Alley already."

Hagrid blinked. "Are ye? Well, that'll help. Any rate, Mr Dumbledore also wanted me to give you this."

The large man started to search through the many pockets in his greatcoat, eventually producing a small gold key.

"Here ye are, Harry. This is the key to your vault at Gringotts."

Before Harry could respond, Belldandy spoke up. "Oh, thank you Mr Hagrid, but we already had the keys to Harry's vaults changed. It was easier to do it that way than to try and find all the existing keys."

Hagrid blinked again. He obviously had not expected this development. "Oo ah, I didnae know that. Well, I'm still supposed ta show Harry around the Alley and help him get his books and things."

"That's fine, Mr Hagrid." Belldandy said as she stood up. "How about we all go together?"

"Sounds like a plan," Sirius replied as he stood up as well, "I'll contact Remus and get him to meet us outside Urd's shop."

"Shop?" Hagrid asked, confused.

"Yes, my shop in the Alley." Urd said smugly. "It has a Floo connection, so we can save some time and walking. I need to get there in any case so I can open up."

"Ah, that'll be good then." Hagrid said as he lumbered to his feet. "Where's your Floo then?"

"This way." Belldandy said pleasantly as she escorted the half-giant out of the room. As Harry followed along in the wake of Belldandy and Hagrid, Urd motioned for Sirius to stay behind.

"You don't really think that Hagrid is here just to show Harry around, do you?" Urd asked with a faint air of disbelief. Sirius grinned as he replied.

"Of course not. Dumbles sent him as a way of gaining influence with Harry. Hagrid is a naturally likeable sort and makes friends easily. He's also very loyal to Dumbledore. So old Albus sends his Groundskeeper along to try and give Harry a good friend who will help guide him towards the old man's sphere of influence. It is so transparent that I am forced to wonder just what Dumbledore was thinking when he came up with this."

"He's probably not used to people distrusting his basic motives like we do," Urd mused, "I did tell him that he could send whatever representative to talk to Harry when he got his letter. I just expected him to be a bit more subtle about it."

Remus Lupin leaned against the wall of Urd's Elegant Potions while he watched the usual Diagon Alley morning traffic. There was the usual mix of people on their way to open shops, Magic Law Enforcement Patrol members changing shift, people taking advantage of the cafes to get breakfast and the first round of shoppers waiting for opening time. All in all it looked pretty normal.

Let's just hope that it stays that way, Remus thought darkly, the last thing we want is a scrum of people trying to get at the 'Boy-Who-Lived.'

Remus looked to his left as he heard noises from the door. Straightening up, he walked over just as the door opened to reveal Urd carrying an "Open" sign.

"Ah, hello Remus. Can you help me with this?" Urd said as she spotted the werewolf.

Remus nodded agreeably and helped Urd hang the sign on the hooks installed for that purpose. He glanced into the shop and saw the looming form of Hagrid examining some of the shelves.

"Sirius clued me in on the phone." He muttered to Urd, "this is so blatant it makes me wonder if there's another hidden agenda involved."

Urd paused and thought. "If there is, we'll find out today. We just have to keep our eyes open."

Remus nodded again. "We'll keep an eye on our old friend while you keep the shop going."

Urd brushed some imaginary dust off the front of her shop and glanced around. "Hagrid wants to go to Gringotts first. It makes sense, Harry will need some money for today's exercise. I'm just wondering why Hagrid wants to go with Harry rather than wait elsewhere."

Remus raised his eyebrows. "I doubt Hagrid has any ulterior motives of his own, so it must be something Dumbledore wants. We'll find out in due course."

At that point the rest of the party emerged from Urd's shop. Belldandy smiled as she saw Remus.

"Keiichi had to go to work, and Skuld is looking after Týr and Takano. Let's go!"

For Harry, Gringotts was a big surprise. The goblins were intimidating, and the architecture looked to be more suited for a cathedral. Waiting in line with Belldandy, he was oblivious to the conversation that Hagrid was having with one of the goblins. His escorts were not quite so unobservant.

"Looks like he's here to fetch something for Dumbledore." Remus mused to Sirius.

"Which raises the question," Sirius replied, "what does Dumbledore want to get out of Gringotts that he couldn't just turn up for in person?"

"Considering what Hagrid is like," Remus said as he scratched his nose, "Albus probably wants whatever happens here today to get into the rumour mill quickly."

"So is it Harry's first visit to the magical world in over a decade, or whatever it is that Hagrid is retrieving that Albus wants spread around?" Sirius asked rhetorically. "I think we'd better stay in the lobby and watch for when Hagrid returns, what do you think?"

"Sounds good to me." Lupin said as he eyed a curious goblin.

At that point Harry and Belldandy started towards the cart that would carry them down to the vaults. Harry turned to look at his Godfather, who just waved him off. When Harry looked surprised, Sirius walked over.

"You go ahead and have fun, Harry. Just be careful to keep your arms inside the cart. I've got some business to attend to up here in the lobby, so I'll see you when you get back from the vaults."

Harry nodded enthusiastically and scurried towards the cart. Belldandy gave Sirius a knowing look, before flicking her eyes towards where Hagrid was getting on another cart. Sirius nodded slightly.

Satisified, Belldandy joined Harry in the cart, which quickly disappeared down the tunnel to the vaults.

As the group left Gringotts, Harry was busy telling Sirius about what his trust vault was like. He missed the wary looks Belldandy received from the Goblins on guard. Sirius made sure that he was giving Harry his full attention while Remus was watching Hagrid out of the corner of his eye.

"What is the first item on your list, Harry?" Belldandy asked, interrupting Harry's almost stream-of-consciousness description of the vaults.

Harry consulted his list, giving Sirius a moment to have a quiet word with Remus.

"Did you see anything?" He asked, referring to Hagrid.

"Nothing." Remus replied. "If he retrieved anything from the vaults it was small enough to fit in one of his pockets. And he doesn't have space expansion charms on any of those; I checked earlier."

"If he was getting any money out, the bags would be a giveaway." Sirius said in a thoughtful tone. "Plus Dumbledore wouldn't need Hagrid to get money from Gringotts. So, some item small enough to fit in Hagrid's pockets without bulging..."

"That covers a lot of ground." Remus said knowingly. "Best to wait and see for now."

At that point Harry called their attention. "Aunty Bell says we should go and get my wand first."

"That sounds like a good idea to me," Sirius said eagerly, "let's go and see old Ollivander."

"While yer doin' that, I have to go and see to something." Hagrid said, looking slightly green. "I'll meet you outside of Ollivander's later."

Harry waved as the large man moved off in the general direction of what looked like an old-fashioned pub.

Harry looked at the shop with a small amount of trepidation. It was nothing like the modern shops that he had visited around Hinckley with his family. He relaxed slightly as Belldandy put a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Harry, getting a wand is not very difficult. Shall we go in?" She said in a calming tone.

Harry gave a slightly uncertain nod, before he opened the door and walked inside. The interior of the shop was just as bewildering as the exterior had been. Looking around, Harry saw an old man talking with what looked like a small family group.

"Ah, Harry Potter. How good to see you. I'll be with you just as soon as I have finished fitting Master Longbottom with his wand." The old man said without turning around.

Behind Harry, Sirius chuckled. "Still the same old routine, Mr Ollivander?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Mr Black. I remember your wand well, Ivy Wood, 13 inches, Storm Crow feather core. I was so glad to see that the Ministry did not see fit to destroy it when you were incarcerated, that wand was very tricky to craft." The old man replied as he appeared to be writing down measurements taken from a tape measure that was moving around the rather nervous young boy in front of him.

Remus walked over to the other family and held out his hand. "Frank Longbottom, as I live and breathe. It is great to see you again."

The man seemed to hesitate, before he shook Remus' outstretched hand. "Hello, Remus. It has been a while, hasn't it?"

Remus nodded, before he turned and beckoned for the rest of his party. "I'm sure you remember Sirius, so allow me to introduce you to Belldandy Morisato. She is a cousin of Lily's, and has adopted Harry here."

"Hello Mrs Morisato," the woman next to Frank said, "My name is Alice Longbottom. As you probably just heard, this is my husband Frank. I take it that you are here to get Harry's wand?"

"Yes," Belldandy said warmly, "we got Harry's acceptance letter yesterday. Have you got many things on the list yet?"

Frank winced slightly. "Neville got his letter two days ago. We were delayed in getting out to buy his school equipment by my mother. She seems to think I'm still an invalid."

At that moment Ollivander walked off to a back room, muttering about cherry wood. Neville took the chance to distract himself from the nervousness he had developed under the close scrutiny of the wandmaker by approaching Harry.

"Hello, my name is Neville Longbottom." He said formally as he offered his hand.

"Hello, Neville, my name is Harry Potter." Harry said as he took Neville's hand and shook it lightly.

Neville's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Er, yes." Harry replied, confused. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's just, well," Neville looked flustered, "you're really famous. It's just a surprise, that's all."

"Oh." Harry said, unsure of how he should respond. "So, you're going to Hogwarts this year?"

"Yes," Neville said, "I got my letter the other day. I was really relieved."

"Why?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Well," Neville looked embarrassed, "for a long time everybody thought I was a squib, so getting the letter of acceptance was something I never thought would happen."

"A squib? What's that?" Harry asked again.

"A squib is somebody born of magical parents who can't use their magic." Neville explained. "Usually magical children will have bouts of accidental magic, but I never did, so a lot of people thought I was a squib."

"That doesn't sound good." Harry replied as he thought it over. "So getting the letter showed everybody that they were wrong?"

Neville shook his head. "I finally had some accidental magic when my parents were cured. I managed to leap right across the room to them, over twenty feet."

"Wow." Harry said, impressed. "So what was wrong with your parents?"

Neville winced. "We were attacked by Death Eaters when I was little," he said in a small voice, "they used an Unforgiveable Curse to torture my parents. For a while they were insane, and the healers had given up. Luckily Gran found a brilliant Potions Master who came up with a cure."

Harry winced in sympathy. "Sounds like it was nasty. But they're OK now, right?"

Neville looked over at where his parents were chatting away with Harry's guardians. "Yeah. Sometimes I have a hard time believing that they're really back."

At that point Ollivander returned and presented a wand to Neville. "Here we are, Master Longbottom. Thirteen inches, cherry wood, with a unicorn hair core. Please give it a wave."

Neville gave the wand a cautious wave, resulting in it glowing softly and humming gently.

"Ah yes, that is a good match for you Master Longbottom. Look after your wand and it will work wonders for you. And now, Master Potter."

Ollivander turned to Harry, who looked up curiously.

"I feel I must apologise, Master Potter," Ollivander said softly, "I both made and sold the wand that gave you this." The old man's finger gently traced the scar on Harry's forehead. "Had I foreseen what that wand would bring about, maybe I would have left it unfinished. Still, I apologise for the small part I played in what happened."

Harry just stood rock still, matching the gaze of the wandmaker.

"But, you are not here to listen to the musings of an old man. Let us set about finding you a wand..."

At that moment, Albus Dumbledore was leaning back in his chair as he contemplated the various sleeping portraits of former headmasters that adorned the walls of his office. Today would be important, for a number of reasons. The biggest move, in the short term at least, was relocating Flamel's decoy Stone from Gringott's to Hogwarts. Dumbledore knew Nicholas Flamel better than perhaps anyone else alive, and that inside knowledge led him to believe that the Flamels would never trust anything like a bank to keep their most valuable possession safe. Albus was keenly aware that the security of the bank was mostly built on the reluctance most wizards had to doing anything to anger the goblins. They controlled the money supply more than any other group, as such most rational people preferred to avoid doing anything to attract the wrath of Gringott's.

Unfortunately, to a wizard who had no concern for the opinions of goblins, breaking into a vault was not an impossible challenge. Oh, it was difficult, to be sure. But a determined wizard of reasonable skill could manage it, given time to plan. Dumbledore had thought up no less than fifteen viable methods of emptying the vaults of deserving targets during Voldemort's first rise; it had only been the worry of bringing the goblins onto the Dark Lord's side that had prevented the Order of the Phoenix from "liberating" Death Eater gold.

Thus it was almost a given that Nicholas Flamel would not have used his Gringott's vault to keep the real Philosopher's Stone safe. Albus recalled that on one occasion Nicholas had remarked that the safest place to hide a tree was in a forest, and Perenelle did have an impressive collection of jewellery. As nobody knew what the Philosopher's Stone really looked like, it was entirely conceivable that the Flamels had it hidden in a rock garden.

Of course, Dumbledore had never shared his speculations on the location of the Philosopher's Stone with anybody else. That was the Flamels' secret and he was not about to betray them. The real reason for relocating the decoy from Gringott's was to help him with Harry. He would offer a false explanation for the Stone's relocation to the staff, using a story that Voldemort's shade was seeking to acquire it. Then he would see that the security would be arranged to test the abilities of a first year student. Once Harry was at Hogwarts, he would allow a series of hints to get to the Boy-Who-Lived to spark his curiosity. The final step would be to manufacture some threat to the fake Stone that would entice Harry to test his mettle against the security features plus allow the Headmaster to arrive and save the day, allowing the Chief Warlock to both gain Harry's trust and evaluate his skills.

All this would take about a year to develop, during which time the Headmaster would be able to conduct a discreet evaluation of the Boy-Who-Lived on a more general basis. Not to mention continuing his ongoing efforts to figure out just what Voldemort was up to. In spite of maintaining what was probably the best non-government intelligence network in magical Europe, Dumbledore had found that getting hard information on the Dark Lord was on a level with nailing smoke to a wall.

I get stories about strange events, but they tend to contradict each other and some seem to be beyond what a mere shade should be able to achieve. Does he have an agent? Or agents? A familiar? Has he possessed somebody? Or something? I just don't have enough information.

Still, his other plan seemed to be off to a good start. Hagrid was naturally likeable and was completely loyal to Albus, so introducing him to Harry Potter was a good first step in building an amicable relationship with the boy. It would mean that Harry's perceptions of the Headmaster would be influenced for the better. It was an attitude adjustment that Dumbledore was anxious to have happen sooner rather than later.

I'll need Harry's trust for all of this to work. He's the key to finishing Voldemort off for good, if I can't get him to work with me...it will not go well.

Harry emerged from Ollivander's shop feeling slightly disturbed. The old wandmaker's tale of Harry's wand being the "brother" of Voldemort's was off-putting, to say the least. Fortunately for Harry's nerves, Belldandy had sensed his discomfort and had been at his side almost immediately, her presence alone enough to provide a calming influence.

"What is next on your list, Harry?" Remus asked as he glanced at the sun.

"Um, let me see." Harry replied as he fumbled with his Hogwarts letter. Just then a shadow fell over the group as Hagrid rejoined them.

"Hullo again, Harry. I got ye a present for yer birthday while you were in Ollivander's." The large man said, holding a birdcage out. Harry took it politely and looked inside.

"Oh, what a beautiful owl!" Belldandy said with delight, her face shining as she examined the Snowy Owl that Hagrid had acquired.

"Aye, I thought that when I saw her in the Emporium. She's all yours, Harry, happy birthday."

"Thank you very much." Harry said, slightly awed at the sight of the magnificent bird.

"Yes, that's a very impressive owl you got there, Hagrid." Sirius put in as he admired the gift. "You were saying about your list, Harry?"

"Oh yes." Harry replied, remembering the letter he had in his hand. "Um, maybe school robes next?"

"Sounds good to me." Remus said. "After that we can stop for lunch before we finish your shopping this afternoon."

"Madame Malkin's is this way." Belldandy offered. "Let's go."

Harry kept glancing at his new pet as the group walked towards the next shop. The owl was watching Harry intently, the unblinking stare slightly off-putting.

As they entered Madame Malkin's, an older, female voice could be heard. "Stop fidgeting, Susan, or this will take all day."

"It tickles, Aunty! I can't help it." Came the reply, obviously from a girl about Harry's age.

"Ah, Madame Bones, what a pleasant surprise." Sirius said with a smile as he regarded the woman who had managed to engineer his release from Azkaban.

"Allow me to return the sentiment, Lord Black." The current head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement said as she turned to regard the newly arrived group. "Good day to you, Mr Lupin."

"Good day, Madame Bones." Remus replied politely. "Allow me to introduce the rest of our party today. This is Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys of Hogwarts. Next to him we have Mrs Belldandy Morisato, and hiding behind her is Harry Potter."

Amelia Bones blinked in shock as she noticed the dark haired boy half hidden behind the woman Remus had identified as being Belldandy. This was unexpected, and might cause a problem.

"Harry Potter?!" An excited voice exclaimed as a young girl whirled to face Harry. Amelia's heart sank slightly, the problem had just started. "Really?!"

Oh, wonderful, I see Susan is still a fan of that wretched 'Boy-Who-Lived' piffle. I never should have bought her those books. Amelia thought as she closed her eyes.

"Er, yes, I'm Harry Potter." The boy said cautiously as he regarded an obviously excited red-headed girl. "Why?"

"You're the Boy-Who-Lived! I never thought I'd ever get to meet you in person!" The girl gushed, before the sound of a throat being cleared interrupted her.

"Susan! Mind your manners." Amelia said sternly.

"Sorry." The girl looked contrite. "I am Susan Bones, and this my Aunt Amelia. Pleased to meet you." She offered her hand, which Harry took gently.

"Pleased to meet you, Susan." Harry said politely.

Susan's eyes shone brilliantly as she blushed heavily. At that point the shopkeeper decided to re-enter the conversation.

"Yes, nice to meet you, Harry. Now, Susan, we were in the middle of getting you fitted. Please step over here." The woman said as she gestured for Susan to rejoin her.

As Susan went back to being fitted, Sirius moved closer to Amelia Bones.

"Has anybody appraised you of my current plans?" He asked in a low voice.

"I've heard some rumours but nothing more." Madame Bones said neutrally.

"Let me clarify things, then. I am planning to join the Wizengamot, taking the traditional seat of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black." Sirius replied.

Amelia nodded. It made sense. "That is your right. Any reason why you feel like you have to inform me of this in such an informal situation?"

Sirius gave a sideways glance to the Head of the DMLE. "You know as well as I do that there are certain vested interests who want to keep that seat vacant." Sirius' expression hardened. "That bastard Malfoy has been controlling the proxy thanks to his marriage to Narcissa. He may not have a seat in the Wizengamot himself but the Black seat has allowed him to retain influence in the chamber. He won't want to give that up, particularly not to me."

"Are you asking for security, Lord Black?" Amelia asked seriously. Sirius snorted gently.

"I'm not worried about Malfoy trying to kill me. He doesn't have the courage to kick off a political storm like that. No, I'm more concerned that he'll get his cronies in the Wizengamot to try and block me on medical grounds. To that end I would appreciate it if the healers you contracted for me could provide expert evidence."

Amelia nodded. It made sense, and it would make her life easier by removing an unpleasant influence in the Wizengamot.

"I am sure that the DMLE can assist you in that matter." She said formally.

"Excellent, and thank you." Sirius replied in a warm tone. "So, I take it that Susan is starting at Hogwarts as well?"

"Yes, she's been extremely excited ever since she got her letter. Unfortunately we weren't able to get around to her shopping until now - I was too busy at the Ministry. She'll be even more excited now that she knows she'll be in the same year group as Harry." Amelia answered in a tired tone.

Sirius grinned. "I'm not sure how Harry will react to that. He doesn't have much experience with fans."

Amelia glared at Sirius. "That smile better not be thanks to improper thoughts, Lord Black. They're only eleven."

Sirius put on his best innocent look. "Why, Madame Bones, you were the one to raise that, not me."

Amelia's glare intensified. At that point Susan let out a small cry as she got jabbed by one of Madame Malkin's pins.

"Please, Miss Bones, stay still or that will happen again!" Madame Malkin scolded.

Sirius and Remus accepted Belldandy's invitation to stay for dinner, the two Marauder's tales of their time at Hogwarts making for a lively evening. Harry listened intently, marvelling at accounts of moving stairways, the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, ghosts and, of course, the pranks that the Marauders had pulled.

Fortunately for all involved, the rest of the trip to Diagon Alley had gone without a hitch. All of Harry's school supplies were now safely packed away in a top quality trunk that had been enchanted for extra storage and better organisation. All except for his textbooks, which had been left out at the insistence of both Remus and Belldandy, who had convinced Harry to do some advanced reading before he got to Hogwarts.

"So, has any particular topic caught your attention, Harry?" Remus asked as the laughter at one of Sirius' anecdotes died down.

Harry paused to think. "Well, I've been doing well with Urd's lessons in potions, so I'm interested to see how that will go at Hogwarts."

Both Sirius and Remus developed stony expressions as they glanced at each other, catching everybody's attention.

"Is there something we need to know about, gentlemen?" Urd asked diffidently.

Remus sighed. "The current Hogwarts Potion Master is somebody we went to school with. His name is Severus Snape. He is undoubtedly very good with potions, but..."

"...his personality leaves a lot to be desired." Sirius finished. "He was in House Slytherin, and we had a...very antagonistic relationship with him."

"Oh?" Belldandy asked mildly. The hidden message did not go unnoticed by the Marauders who flinched.

"Yes, it is not something we're really proud of." Remus admitted. "Though there's plenty of blame to be had on both sides, the sad fact is that we did some really unpleasant things to Snape over the years."

"Don't forget that he returned the favour several times," Sirius objected, "but you're right. We could have handled our interactions with him a lot better than we did."

"Is he likely to be a problem?" Urd asked pointedly.

Remus shrugged. Sirius looked more thoughtful as he answered. "Probably. He has an amazing ability to hold a grudge. Will he let his memories of James colour his behaviour with Harry? He just might."

"What happened between you and him?" Harry inquired.

Sirius looked directly at his plate while he talked. "It started on the train to Hogwarts, when we all started. We were in a cabin with Lily and Snape, they had been friends before Hogwarts and were sticking together a bit. Somehow we got to talking about the Houses, and James made some joke about wanting any House other than Slytherin. Snape really took offence at that, and we just made fun of him for it. He and Lily left before things could really get nasty, but after that we were always at loggerheads with Snape. Of course, it didn't help that he was in Slytherin while we were in Gryffindor at a time when Voldemort was running rampant, plus Snape was always heavily into the Dark Arts...I guess we let the prejudices of the day override any common sense we might have had."

Remus leaned forward and looked Harry directly in the eyes. "We made a lot of mistakes with Snape, Harry, but remember that it was a two way street. We pranked him and made fun of him, sure, but he responded with some really nasty hexes and at least one attempt to get us all expelled. I'm not proud of what we did, and I regret a lot of it, but it was definitely not one-sided."

"Enough of that for now." Belldandy said, bringing the discussion to a halt. "Harry, you need to start getting ready for bed. Skuld, could you please help me clean up?"

As Harry moved about his bedroom getting ready to get into bed, he glanced over at the owl that Hagrid had given him earlier that day.

"I guess I need to think of a name for you." He muttered softly. The owl just stared back at him.

Harry glanced at the shelf full of books, he noticed one called A History of Magic. Thinking he might find a good name in it, he pulled it down and flicked through several pages, scanning the text quickly. One name particularly caught his attention.

"Hmm. How about Hedwig?" Harry asked as he looked over to his owl. The owl seemed to consider this for a moment, before she bobbed her head once. Harry grinned.

"Hedwig it is!"

Author's notes: I hate writing accents. Hagrid is in danger of becoming Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Fic.

Regarding Dumbledore's plans with the "Philosopher's Stone" - I had originally written that section to reflect the accepted canon position that Dumbledore hid the Stone at Hogwarts to keep it safe from Voldemort. A beta reader pointed out that doing that was borderline criminal behaviour, as it was deliberately placing Dark Lord bait in a castle full of children. So I've come up with what I hope is a plausible alternate explanation that makes Dumbledore look less reckless and callous. Of course, Mr Murphy will have a lot to say about Dumbledore's plans. Gang aft agley...

There is scant information on how the Wizengamot works in canon, with nothing to suggest that there are hereditary seats or if it is all appointed (or even just how many members there are). I'm choosing to make it similar to the House of Lords, with some hereditary seats and some appointed. I have no idea if Malfoy had any proxy votes in the canon Wizengamot or not, but if there was a hereditary Black seat then Narcissa would be the one with the most claim on it after Bellatrix and Sirius were in Azkaban (Andromeda was officially cast out).

My apologies for the long delay in getting this chapter written. It was not intentional.