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A/N: This story is being written as a response to a challenge posted by The Last of the Pendragons. A reminder to all dedicated fan fiction readers, I am in need of a beta so if you would like to take on this arduous task then please private message me.

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-Prie

Chapter 5 – Harry's Hearing

Another week was spent within the Black Family Library. Harry would sit at his old oaken desk and study the books recommended to him by Sirius. Currently, Harry alternated between the Barruffio Grimiore and a thick ledger with a gold inlay that simply read 'Potter' upon the front cover. Ragnarock had sent him the Potter Accounting Ledger just a day previous and the inconspicuous transfers of Galleons to other vaults was aggravating Harry, currently just shy of a hundred thousand galleons. With a Golden Galleon being worth nearly two hundred fifty pounds, the main Potter vault was missing twenty-five million pounds sterling.

What was confusing Harry the most however was the vaults the money was transferred to. Tailgrabber gave Malfoy Vineyards ten thousand Galleons in loans over a three year period when Harry would have been around six. The Malfoy's were an extremely well off family, why would they need such a substantial loan if their manor wasn't worth that and yet was their supposed collateral.

Harry kept reviewing his ledgers, he would write anything that seemed 'off' on a small piece of parchment. Upon it a running tab was kept of where his money was loaned out and to whom. Harry made a note upon the top to write to Ragnarock after his meeting.

"Harry?" came Sirius's voice from the doorway.

"Yes Padfoot?"

"Your meeting with the Wizengamot is in an hour. I suggest that you head over to the family office to retrieve your robes." Sirius just stood there as Harry nodded in agreement. His eyes stayed upon Harry, looking at him with a longing that should have been James'. It should have been his cousin's eyes shining bright, looking down upon his son full of admiration. A small tear slid down Sirius's cheek and with a downward shake of his head, he headed back to his room where a picture of his best friend sat beside his bed. Even if James couldn't respond, he would tell him everything.

Harry grabbed portfolio and stacked his notes within it, shrunk it and placed it within his slacks pockets. He left the library and headed to the main floor. Albus stood next to Arthur Weasley in front of the house floo. Harry nodded to each before grabbing a pinch of floo powder and with a flash of green flame was gone, the two adults followed shortly after.

While Albus and Arthur traveled through the floo, they saw Harry get out before them and as they tried to follow were expelled only to end up in the Ministry Atrium. Harry however ended up exactly where he wanted to, his family office. He sat down behind his desk and looked at parchment placed before him. It was an outline of today's Wizengamot meeting. What surprised Harry was the first order of business, 'Trial Hearing – Harry James Potter'. Harry had thought that Amelia would make sure that the hearing was correct and punctual. With an angry sigh, Harry stood up and grabbed his Family Robes out of the closet, dressed and proceeded to travel down to the Hearing Chambers.

Harry saw a few other Ministry officials travel in, but slowed himself. He was Harry, the Duke of Potter, and he was never early. He would enter the chambers at exactly ten. Harry decided to stay out of sight, looking down upon his watch he waited. As he saw the watch begin to tick from ten seconds Harry began walking to the door. Grasping the handle, he heard the chimes within Big Ben begin to resonate throughout the whole of London. A smirk crossed his face.

"Order, Order. We are here, this day, August twenty-three of the year four thousand fourteen. This day we are to hear the case of one Harry James Potter of Number Four Privet Drive, Surrey. Is the defendant here today?" Fudge looked around, not seeing anyone out of the ordinary he decided to continue. "Let it be known that Harry James Potter of Number Four Privet Drive, Surrey has once again failed to show for his hearing. As such I declare…"

"It is typically of good manners to announce to this hall when one of its founders arrives, Fudge. By the way, there is no Harry James Potter here; however, His Grace, Harry the Duke of Potter has arrived."

Harry strode up to the main podium of which a small set of stairs that led to his family seat behind the lesser families. The dark red velvet that covered the hand carved chair looked luxurious, but to Harry it looked plain and simple, something was wrong. This was not the chair Sirius described to Harry, and with that Harry banished the chair while turning to face the minister.

"Minister, where is my chair?"

"What chair?"

"My family chair, the Potter chair that has sat where that fake sat for the last 1100 years. The one with my crest upon it, the solid gold chair that is decorated with rubies from the focus point of Arturius, where is my chair?"

Fudge looked up to Harry. He didn't have any kind things to say negatives were running through his mind. This murderer in his opinion was ordering him about, him the Minister of Magic of Great Britain. Fudges eyes roamed to where his support base was sitting. Together they would back him up. Lucius Malfoy sat within the center of the group, face stone like, not a single emotion seen.

"Boy, I will give you one chance to resume your seat upon the floor. You can either do that or I will hold you in contempt."

"Minister, you have overstepped your bounds. I suggest you find my chair, apologize, and get on with this meeting or we will have words you third generation."

Hisses went around the room; Harry had just broken an unwritten rule within the Wizengamot. Do not discuss blood purity because someone always had a deeper, purer line.

Across the room Lucius Malfoy looked ready to pounce, Lord Malfoy had been given his purity point and he was ready to strike for the kill. "Lord Malfoy cannot help but laugh," he began, "Harry Potter, the only son of an only son of the Potter line, whose father married a muggle."

"History has ways of purporting itself; remember England isn't the only nation with those of pureblood. France is where you are from is it not Lucius? My aunt may be a squib, but the Barruffio blood that runs through my veins holds nearly fifteen hundred years of magical heritage. You would know the Barruffio family Lucius, isn't that healing potion the Malfoy family is so famous for unable to be recreated without a special cauldron? Yes I believe it is, but then again I do have the recipe." Harry then turned back to Fudge as Lucius seethed in the realization of one of his family's largest profit makers wasn't from the family. "Fudge where is my chair?"

After a further ten minutes of waiting for Fudge to locate his family chair, Harry sighed and pulled out his wand. With a deft wave a simple chair sat in the place of his family chair. The chair had neither elaborate golden inlay nor exquisite hand carved molding, nor did it have the nick in the arm from Harry's father trying to bite it as a baby. It saddened Harry that the magical throne was missing, but he would never tell anyone that is what the chair really was.

"Since it seems our esteemed Minister can't remember where he places things, I'll forgo my chair until after the meeting at which you and I will have a long overdue talk."

And so the meeting began. Every few minutes a comment about Harry would arise, yet he let them slide. Not much was done on the day, a bill passed that would give the Ministry more power over Hogwarts, new educational requirements for Ministry Position, and a bill giving more funding to the Aurors and Unspeakables was shot down by Lucius Malfoy and Cornelius Fudge saying that the galleons would be better spent elsewhere and were then relocated to the Removal of Dangerous Magical Creatures and the Minister's secretarial office. As the meeting came to an end, Dumbledore raised his gavel to declare the day ended, but Harry wasn't ready. He stood causing the Chief Warlock to delay in banging of the gavel.

"Minister Fudge, we have now sat here for three hours, and yet nothing concerning the events of Surrey a short time ago has been discussed. What is this game that you are trying to play?"

"Mr. Potter…" Cornelius never got to finish his sentence as a powerful stinging hex bolted across the room and struck Fudge in the stomach. The room was silent. Lord Potter just broke the magical barriers that were placed upon the Wizengamot chambers, only the Minister and Chief Warlock were supposed to be allowed to use magic within the chambers.

"You will remember you place Fudge, I will be talking to your Lord later on today and we will discuss your recent actions against the Potter family. For everyone else within these chambers. The Duke of Potter has returned and certain things that have happened in my family's absence will not be allowed to continue. We were called here today to discuss my hearing and as such we will discuss my lack of a hearing, Ms. Bones the floor is yours." finished Harry.

"Yes well as we skipped today's first order let us return to it. Duke Potter was approached by two dementors during a stay with his relatives of Surrey; he defended himself yet was issued a common magical warning. Why did this happen, because as we all know His Grace was considered an adult within our world the second his acceptance letter to Hogwarts was sent. Minister Fudge do you have anything to add as to why His Grace received these warnings?"

"Well, I will have to discuss with Mafalda Marchbanks because I am not kept…" fumbled Cornelius.

"Minister an uninitiated member of this body received a warning when he was clearly the last of his line. You are given those…"

"Hem hem…"

"Reports because of whom they deal with…"

"Hem hem…"

"WHAT DELORES!"

"I was just coming to the conclusion that our esteemed Minister had received common Misuse of Magic warnings. He has much better things to do than to deal with minor issues of a teen with a happy wand." stated Delores.

"Delores he is a reigning member of this council…"

"And a half-blood within a council…"

"Madame Umbridge," started Harry," One should think before they talk, or at least remember what was said earlier. If we really want to talk about heritage tell me, when was it your family first entered these hallowed halls. Whose family gave the Slewyn Family a title? None, your family's heritage last a mere seven generations. Mine currently sits among the Council of Ten, does yours have that honor? No it has neither so cease your incessant blathering and be quiet."

Harry stood slowly and preceded toward the back exit, he was going to stop within his family office before flooing to Grimmauld Place to meet up with everyone so they could go shopping. Before he left, he turned and faced the body once again.

"Once Madame Bones has come to a conclusion as to why Dementors were in Little Whinging, everyone is dismissed. I shall see everyone at the winter solstice meeting." Harry walked out the door as everyone felt the magic of the room take hold with their instructions and the date of their next meeting.