Harry Potter: The Unchained Flower

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Chapter Two: Court Problems

-House of Lords

"WE MUST STOP THE AMERICANS FROM ATTAINING THEIR SO-CALLED INDEPENDENCE! IT IS VITAL FOR OUR RESOURCES TO BE STABLE WITH THE UPCOMING WAR WITH THE FRENCH!" shouted Lord Bones as he shook his fist towards the opposition.

After his bold statement, everyone rose and started shouting at each other. Harry just looked on with the happenings, he never knew as to why these fools would even argue about this topic when the Americans were already on the verge of attaining their own independence.

Someone from the crowd saw Harry not caring for what was happening and asked loudly, "WHAT DOES THE LORD POTTER THINK OF THIS MATTER?"

Everybody quieted down and sat down, composing themselves, before looking at Harry expectantly.

Harry shook his head slowly before asking softly, "What is the importance of myself in these meetings? You all know that I am only here to represent my House and that is all."

Mutterings started as the Lord Potter questioned his being here. Apparently, not everyone knew, and shouts of the very young Lord to be excluded from further meetings until he is old enough started to echo throughout the halls once more.

Lord Howe, seeing the confused state of the aristocrats, stood up and explained, "THE LORD POTTER IS HERE BECAUSE HE IS REPRESENTING HIS OWN DUCHY! EVEN AS YOUNG AS TWENTY-TWO, A LORD STILL MUST ATTEND!"

Everyone silenced once more as the Deputy Chief Whip spoke once more, "MOST IMPORTANTLY, LORD POTTER IS A JUNIOR MEMBER OF THE ROYAL FAMILY AND THEREFORE, IS HERE AS ONE OF THEIR REPRESENTATIVES! REMEMBER THAT!"

Lord Howe sat back down and gestured for the Lord Speaker to continue.

Lord Williamson, the Lord Speaker, took out a handkerchief and coughed before continuing in his drone-like voice, "Well said, Lord Howe. Now, going back to the venerable Lord Potter, what say you in this situation?"

Standing up, Harry gestured towards the open map in the middle of the chamber, "How many more men must we sacrifice until this bloodshed will end?"

He strode forwards and started moving the figurines on the map. "The Americans are close to achieving their life-long dream of becoming independent. And they, themselves, know of this."

Lord Bones stood up at this and asked sarcastically, "How would you know of this Lord Potter? Are you a great tactician now?"

Some people laughed before most died down, waiting for the young Lord to explain.

Harry looked up at the people assembled and sighed, "They have almost breached our lines! Only a blind man would not notice that we have been moving our lines further and further away from them. It would take a great military success to win this war for our side."

At this prompt, Lord Black stood up and asked, "And what does the Duke propose?"

Harry grinned at this. He had been waiting for a person to ask him of his opinion and he knew that if he told them, there would be a mass campaign for his expulsion from the House of Lords.

"What I suggest, Lord Black, is the withdrawal of our men from the American soil! As well as reforming our alliance with the French! We know of their strong foothold in Canada and with them by our side, we would be able to still have our resources and an allied Nation from which we can actively trade our goods!" replied Harry as he sat down.

Immediately, the outburst started once more. This time, it was both sides unitedly yelling at one man, Harry Potter. Shouts of heresy, idiotic, hysterical and other words that were vulgar in a way wee thrown at him.

Harry just sat there, taking every insult thrown at him without thought. He knew he was right, of course. The loss was inevitable and everyone in this House knew of it. But pride was at stake here.

"ORDER! ORDER!" shouted Lord Williamson as he tried to maintain the peace inside the House of Lords.

Slowly but surely, everyone sat back down once more. Although, the tension in the air seemed to linger, mostly concentrated at the Lord Potter.

"Lord Potter," started Lord Williamson as he scratched his beard, "Are you aware of our victories in the Americas under the esteemed Sir Howe?"

Harry nodded before replying, "Indeed, we have had victories. But, looking at this in a very critical view, could we hold on to those victories long enough? We are fighting a battle against both Americans and Spaniards here-"

"AND DO NOT FORGET THE WRETCHED FRENCH!" shouted Lord Bones as he shook his fist while almost everyone grunted in agreement.

Harry looked up and replied, "The French have not officially taken a stance in this-"

"We know of your dealings with the French King Lord Potter! Do not protect him from the blames!" replied an angered Lord Bones with everyone agreeing once more.

"My dealings with the French Nation are not of your concern, Viscount!"

Lord Black, seeing an opportunity, stood up and asked, "And what would these dealings be, Lord Potter? I am sure everyone of the members in this House would be sleep better if we know of the nature of these businesses you do with the enemy."

"THAT IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN, LORD BLACK! THE DEALINGS OF THE DUKE OF CLARENCE IS HIS OWN!" shouted a very irritated Lord Speaker.

Harry scratched his growing goatee before replying in a very casual and appeasing manner, "It is fine, Lord Speaker. I will divulge my businesses if need be."

He then stood up and looked around the House before starting once more, "My most esteemed uncle, King George the Third, has asked me start negotiations for a potential alliance for both our nations. And King Louis the Sixteenth has agreed for a political marriage."

"That is all we ask, Lord Potter." Replied a very satisfied with Lord Black as he sat down.

Harry nodded to him and Lord Bones before pacing around the map that was laid the middle of the room. Grabbing his walking stick, he started prodding the pieces until he was satisfied.

"We must try pushing back these Americans. And what better way to start doing that by landing our troops at Long Island!"

Everyone started nodding. It was a great plan. The bulk of the American forces under Washington were situated there and with a victory, it would boost the morale of the British troops and strike a blow against these revolutionary colonists.

Lord Williamson spoke up before anyone can and asked, "Who would lead this push? I am certain that Sir Howe is more than capable but I believe he is indisposed right now due to his marriage. Am I right about your son, Lord Howe?"

Lord Howe nodded and replied, "Yes, he is marrying the Lady Nottingham. He has been given a Leave of Absence by the King himself."

"Then I will lead them!" Answered Harry as he swung his cane in a circular motion.

Lord Howe looked up at the bold statement and asked, "What would a young Lord like you know about warfare? You are just a mere boy!"

Harry swung his cane down on the American banner on the map before replying, "A young man, I may be. In this world, we must all do our part and since this is my plan, I must see to it that it is well executed."

"WELL SAID, NEPHEW!" boomed a voice from the door.

Everyone looked towards the direction before bowing reverently as the King himself, walked in with his wife and the Prime Minister Pitt.

"Uncle, I wasn't aware you were attending this humble meeting today." Said Harry as he bowed towards his uncle.

King George laughed before sweeping around and saying, "Harry, you know you do not need to bow down to me! You are like a son to me!"

Harry smiled before standing up straight and replying, "And you, like a father when my own fell in the battlefield."

"If only my son would be more like you! Respectful and witty!"

"We could never have everything, uncle."

Harry turned towards his aunt before kissing her hand, "How are you doing, aunty?"

Queen Charlotte smiled at her nephew before replying dearly, "Better now that I am looking at your healthy face! I swear that you were ten pounds thinner last time I laid eyes on you!"

Harry laughed a little before replying, "I am forced to eat better these day, with the Lady Longbottom nagging me."

Queen Charlotte smiled before gesturing towards the Prime Minister. Harry, almost forgetting, turned towards William Pitt and shook his hand, "How are you faring, Pitt, you old dog!"

William Pitt, known to be stoic in every gathering, smiled for once and replied, "Better than you are, Potter! I see you already volunteering for the frontlines!"

At this, the King spoke out, "Why do you risk your life for such a dispute that our Generals should deal with, Harry? You are a relative and I must see to it that you are ready to take thrown if the circumstances should arrive!"

Harry shook his head, "I cannot just standby while our men are dying left and right, uncle. This is my country, as much as theirs, and if my blood should be shed with them, then I welcome it!"

Charlotte took her nephews hands into her own, "Are you certain of this action, Harry? We all know that your uncle has been hinting that you would be taking his thrown after he steps down. Why risk your life for this?"

"These are our people, aunty. Their blood is no more special than mine. If we would win this war, we must set let everyone see that even the Royal Family would fight side-by-side with the common people for this country." Answered Harry as he caressed his aunts fingers in comfort.

"What would you achieve of this, Harry! You are of Royal Blood! We are ruler, not soldiers!" said a very irritated King.

Harry walked towards the map once more before sighing, "My fathers blood was spilt for this country. This country! I would not let his sacrifice be in vain! If this plan of mine is to succeed, we must have a high moral amongst the troops."

William Pitt, seeing that this argument would last longer than it should, responded, "Lord Harrison is right in this matter. But, we could always send a much more experienced Lord in this battle."

Sweeping around to look into the King's eyes, he continued, "But Lord Harrison must not forget that he is of Royal Blood and of his tasks in the French Court."

Harry looked up wearily and replied, "I know of my task! Royal Blood or not, this is my country and I should be given a right to fight for it!"

"FINE!" Shouted a very angry King before continuing, "KNEEL BEFORE ME DUKE OF CLARENCE!"

Harry walked towards his uncle and knelt down accordingly.

King George unsheathed his sword before placing it on Harry's shoulder and said, "AS OF THIS DAY, LORD POTTER IS NAMED THE GENERAL OF THE ROYAL ARMY! HE IS TO SET SAIL TO THE AMERICAS THREE WEEKS FROM NOW AND LEAD THE CHARGE ON LONG ISLAND! AFTER THAT, HE MUST COME BACK AND RESUME HIS DUTIES AS LORD AND DUKE!"

Looking down, he added once more, "Hope that you come back, nephew. Or else, I might just have to go to hell and pull you out myself! You know that you are the most capable of taking the throne and leading this country into a golden age."

Harry nodded seriously before standing up and walking out the doors. He knew that his task would be considered the most dangerous. Long Island was and still is the most defended of all the garrisons. George Washington, himself, was there with his army. He just hoped that his ploy would work. But before that, he must go back to France. A lady was waiting for his return there.

-French Court

Louis the Sixteenth was sitting on his throne while Pierre Beaumarchais droned on and on about sending supplied to the Americas. Personally, he did not want to meddle into British affairs ever again.

"We must send those supplies, Sire!" Said Pierre as he stood in front of the throne, "We would gain a great ally if the Americans were to defeat the British!"

Louis snapped at that and replied, "The British would be a better ally! Have you not listened to my proposals of the marriage contract between the Lady Delacour and the Lord Potter?"

Pierre shook his head, "What do we gain from that marriage? A beauty such as the Lady Delacour should be married to one of the most distinguished French family! Not to some foreigner! Especially since we are likely to lose the Duchy of Britanny if she is married to him!"

"The Duchy isn't of importance here! The British are better allies since they control the Canadian trade routes! And also, the Lord Potter would be a great ally once we have him." Retorted Louis as he gestured angrily with his hands.

Pierre looked outside the window before replying, "The court would not be pleased with that arrangement, Sire. You know of the Malfoys influence! They would surely rally the people and try to usurp you once more!"

"Devious little mongrels, those Malfoys! They should have been killed after the Seven Years War!"

"Be that as it may, Sire. We must consider the position we are in. Helping the Americans would placate the court, especially the Malfoys. I am not saying to abandon the plan of your Majesty. We must simply, try to play neutral."

Louis sighed knowing that Pierre was right in all accounts. Frederic Malfoy was a slimy and slippery fellow. He would try to usurp the King at any given chance and this would be one of those chances if he tried pushing for an alliance with the British.

But before he could make a decision, his wife walked in the chamber and said, "My Lord, the Duke of Clarence is here once more with a request to see the Lady Delacour."

Pierre bowed towards the King and Queen before leaving. Louis smiled at his wife before saying, "Let the poor lad in! He must be really excited to see our niece once more for him to come back at such a short interval!"

Marie smiled at her husband before giving him a kiss on the lips before replying, "They are a great pair. We must talk about the marriage proposal soon!"

Louis could only nod, not wanting to tell his wife about the compromise he would have had to make on the next court meeting to placate the populace.