Chapter 6 – Trials and Returns

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Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England

For the first time in 20 long years, Abraxas Malfoy had returned to England. Though most of the ICW seats belonged to individual countries, within the larger Magical Empires, as few monarchs still ruled, of the 300 seats on the ICW council 215 belonged to individual nations. A further 15 belonged to different guilds and such within magical society. That left the 32 ancestral seats, and the 10 royal seats. That left about 28 seats on the ICW that belonged to individual houses. These houses had strong international presences that required these seats 3 belonged to British families of Longbottom, Potter, and Malfoy seats. At 25 Abraxas had dubbed Lucius well trained, and with the death of his beloved wife Melody, he left the Isles. He had gone to both focus on the International political scene, the ICW seat, but most of all to mourn his late wife without the constant memories entrapped in Malfoy Manor.

He had returned this morning, to see his grandson Draconis. Draco usually came and visited him in Rome each summer, but this summer he had not. It was not surprising for Draco had turned 16 at the beginning of June and with such age came specific responsibilities. Upon his birthday Draco was to be gifted with the traditional 1 Million Galleons startup, and that along with whatever he had in his trust vault was to be his fortune. With that, he was to be cut off from the family fortune until he had made enough to be able to give his head of house an additional 1 Million galleons to teach excellent business skills and to prove that he wouldn't waste the vast Malfoy fortune. It was a lesson his son hadn't learned and as such he did not have access to the full Malfoy fortune but merely the 15 Million Galleon allowance along with whatever Narcissa yearly allowance from the Black house was.

However, when he had looked at the family vaults, he had seen that that had not happened. It made him wonder what else his son had neglected in his grandson's training. Speaking to some of his allies, who had children or grandchildren in Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, had given him some insight as well the way he had treated Heir Potter, and Heir Longbottom had not endeared him to the children of his foreign allies. It had gone to the point where some had said that between his son and grandson that the Malfoy seat on the ICW in a few generations could be gone. This had angered and worried him, so here he had returned.

Upon arriving this morning to Malfoy Manor, and requesting to see both Lucius and Draco, he was quickly informed that they had already left for the Wizengamot trial this morning. He turned as he ate breakfast and spoke in pleasant tones to his old friend and classmate Marvolo. In this discussion, they talked about the trial that would be happening this.

"I understand that he is not an ally Marvolo I do, but this can not happen chief among it that it sets the precedence that we will not be able to ever overturn." Said Abraxas.

"Come Abraxas, he is but one boy." Replied Narcissa interjecting.

"So, to was Charlus Potter but one man. It is not his age my dear daughter in law but his status. If he is expelled this morning, the Wizengamot will have told every lesser noble and commoner that the power of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Houses is gone. That the family magic in our veins does not matter. In time Harry James Potter will grow up and if he is made aware of his station before Morvolo gets to him, even if he is expelled today he will return, and he will destroy the ministry for what they have done. Lucius and the others may have forgotten, but I have not, in time that boy will have the power to temporarily control the wards of Albion." Abraxas said stress evident in his eyes.

"Furthermore, the Potter lands are only part of the Ministry of Magic at the pleasure of house Potter. Expel him today, and the power of all the Potter lands will vanish from Britain. He would have been a far better ally to you than an enemy Marvolo, but you chose to ignore the words of your most trusted in fear of a prophecy." Abraxas passionately stated. "I am going to the Ministry; perhaps this mess can still be salvaged as it has yet to begin.

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The Ossuary, Devonshire

Susan Bones was angry. That blasted Potter boy had to go and break the underage magic law and land himself a trial in front of the Wizengamot, and now she had to get up at the crack of dawn in the middle of the summer because her auntie Amelia wanted her to attend as part of her heir's training. What did she care what happened to Potter it wasn't as if she intended to keep her house allied to that showboat of a Gryffindor even if he wasn't a dark wizard.

It didn't matter to Susan that the Alliance had held since before the fall of the Kings. Potter was nothing but a lying showboating Gryffindor to intent on keeping his fame to see those that got hurt along the way. Like Justin in the second year, and the entire school in third, now Cedric was gone, killed, no doubt by Potter in his mad desire for power. It would be nice to finally see justice done.

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Longbottom Manor, Whales, England

"Neville, there is no reason for you to come this morning, it's just a Wizengamot meeting. Just because you now have the heirs ring, doesn't mean you are old enough to run the family. If I had my way you wouldn't have the ring yet, I have no idea how you got it. This behavior just proves you aren't ready."

"Well I do have it, and I am coming. I would like to see how you are voting the Longbottom seat." It will help me decide whether or not to keep you in the proxy seat or hand it off to cousin Devon as I'm thinking about doing. I know that he will both listen and do as I say, thought Neville. It's been a long few weeks.

~~~ Flashback July 30th Early Morning~~~

Neville's Magic shifted carefully inside his core, it wanted out, it wanted to be free of the bindings and blocks. There were problems with its wizard it needed to fix. Today its master celebrated its birthday, but it wasn't open to celebrate too. "Help" it cried. "Something help me."

Suddenly it felt warmth surround it. "I'm here little one, I'm here. What seems to be the matter?" The heat asked.

"I'm trapped. I just want to be free, my master needs me." It answered.

"Let me see, little one, show me what has been done to you."

So, Neville's magic let it be seen the blocking of him from his wizard and every push since to force him through the block. All the belittling and abuse his wizard suffered. All the pain his wizard has felt and had to deal with, but also the warmth. Especially by the one boy, his magic cried too, but he tried his best to help Neville.

"Ahh, yes I see him too, you have protected him, but you are bound and not able to do as much as you would like. I can help, but it comes at a price."

"What price?" The magic tentatively asked the warmth.

"Do you know what I am little one?" it asked.

"No, no I don't, your price won't hurt my wizard will it?" Neville's Magic asked.

"No, I won't harm your wizard. I am family, I am the family magic. My price simply is that he stands by that boy's side, that he helps that boy as I help him."

"Ok, we can do that his magic cries I want to help it. Will this hurt?"

"Yes, little one I can not stop that, but afterward you will no longer be trapped here you will be free." The Family magics answered.

Inside Neville's mind something drew to him as his dreams changed he found himself standing in a room, it was circular and covered in vines. Behind him, he heard a voice "Hello, young Neville."

Turning towards the voice, Neville said "Hello."

"Do you know who I am? Said the man standing before him.

"Yes sir, your Frederick Longbottom, my five times great grandfather, but I don't understand I don't qualify for the Rite of Ancestry."

"Your right, on both account of who I am and that you are not able to be pulled forward for the Rite of Ancestry. The Rite of Ancestry is decided by us the Ancestors, but the Rite descendant answers the call of your magic. It is decided by you in a way. Your magic called it is bound and hurting, It could not touch you, to aid in any way. It is free now but at a price," said, Frederick.

"What price?" Neville tentatively asked.

that as always you aid the house of Potter, it's heir needs aid, and you can aid him. For where a Potter goes."

"a Longbottom follows." Finished Neville "But how will I do that?"

~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~

And so throughout the early dawn hours of Neville's birthday and every night since Neville too had met with his guardian. He had listened, he had learned, he had asked questions. Now he had to put those lessons into practice and stand his ground.

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Potter Manor, Whales, England

Harry rose at 5am the morning of his trial, he was showered, dressed and downstairs for breakfast by 6am. He was dressed in an elegant green robe set. His shirt was a sleek silver, with black dragonhide pants and boots to match. His over-robe was a green jacket piece with silver buttons proudly displaying the Potter Family crest on his left breast. His hair had been lengthened, and the back had been left down with the top being put up in braids pinned to his head in an almost circlet pattern. It had silver Lily's tucked into the braids to give him a more ethereal look.

By 6:45 Haldris, Alrick, Edward, and Corsair was ready to leave. They were leaving no chances for the Minister to mess up their plans.

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Ministry of Magic, London, England

As the Ministry opened at 7 am Haldris stood before the welcome booth showing off both his letter and handing over his wand to be examined, as his guards flanked him on all sides. "Upstairs DMLE offices Amelia Bones hearing for underage Magic 10 A.M." Said the security clerk,

"Would you be willing to certify that?" asked Harry politely.

"Of course anything else?" he said duplicating the paper and signing it with both his name and the time before handing it to Harry.

"No, but thank you," Harry responded before allowing his guards to escort him up the stairs. They waited outside Amelia Bones's office for an hour before an Auror informed them that it had been moved to Courtroom 10.

Giving Alrick a look Harry stepped forward allowing Edward and Corsair to lead him down to Courtroom 10.

Entering through the double doors leading down to the pit of the courtroom his guards were stopped "The accused must enter alone." The auror on the right sneered.

"Very well we will wait here, my lord." Said, Edward.

"You might as well go you won't have a charge once the Wizengamot is done with him," said the Auror on the left. "He'll be lucky to leave with his memories let alone his magic." He laughed.

"I would watch what you say about a noble of the realm they live by a different set of laws than the rest of us. I dare say it will be the ministry paying for this farce, not my Lord," responded Corsair.

"We shall see won't we," said the first Auror haughtily.

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Courtroom 10, Ministry of Magic London

As Harry enters the courtroom, he remembers what Sirius had told him about the levels of the Wizengamot and its seating structure. The lowest two levels of seating will be the 40 or so non-hereditary or public voting seats divided into two rows of twenty. Next sat the almost 60 Noble seats divided into four rows of about 15 seats. All six of these rows are houses with a single vote. Next are the about 50 Ancient and Noble Houses with 2 votes apiece. They are divided into 4 rows of 12 or 13 seats. Those seats are all the lower court and are addressed as such. About half of these seats Harry noticed were filled. Next came those with the titles of most Ancient and Most Noble with three seats, they were the lowest tier of the high court. Next came the seats of the Most Ancient and Noble with four votes apiece. These where the middle and high courts respectively. Several of the seats throughout the courtroom were empty and some where filled by people even Harry could tell did not belong there. Harry focused on the center as the Minister spoke.

"You are late boy," snapped the Minister "take a seat we don't have all day." He said as he pointed at the prisoner's chair seated in the middle of the courtroom floor. Looking up and spotting Alrick he nodded towards him and sat. The chains rattled but stayed put.

"Since you did not see fit to attend on time, I see no reason to reread the charges and represent the evidence."

"Well, Minister, as when I arrived at 7 and was informed that the location was still as my letter prescribed in Madame Bones's office. Where I have been seated for the past hour waiting for her arrival as seen by no less than 6 ministry Aurors. I also have the welcome desk's security guards certificated document to prove the fact that I was told it was in Madame Bones's Office. Therefore, I was not late; you merely started early and are required to begin again Minister." Stated Harry emphatically.

The Minister blubbered incomprehensively for a moment. "Very well Harry James Potter you are hereby charged with the breaking of the underage use law, along with breaking the statute of Secrecy."

"You are Harry James Potter, Correct." Said Fudge.

"No, I am not, I am Haldris James Potter, however."

"Hem, Hem, this courtroom is no place for your lies Mr. Potter." Said a pink toad lady sitting next to the Minister.

"It is a matter of merely looking at my birth certificate Madame. My parents named me Haldris James Potter, I am therefore Haldris James Potter." Harry calmly explained.

"Be that it may or may not be" interjected Madame Bones "you are one Mr. Potter of number 4 Privet Drive, am I correct?

"As of my last birthday yes, I have since moved, but that is a recent address." He answered.

"Semantics boy," sneered Amos Diggory. "We care not, let us just get on with the case. He is very obviously the boy, we can all see the scar."

Suddenly from behind Harry towards the doors, he had entered in a voice said. "Albus Dumbledore, Witness for the defense."

"Denied," snapped Madame Bones "you are not a law Wizard Lord Dumbledore, you cannot represent Mr. Potter. Please take your place among this body." Dumbledore took his seat, and Harry closed his eyes for a moment. "Now we can commence. I agree with Amos's proposition let us vote."

"Wait just a moment do I get any chance to defend myself? Questioned Harry.

"Very well Mr. Potter, name your defense, and it must be a certified law wizard." Stated the Minister.

"Madame Tonks, sir" answered Harry.

"Denied, family ties," stated Fudge. "Raise your wand if you find Mister Potter"… at that very moment, laughter could be heard echoing around the courtroom.

"Sir if you cannot contain yourself, I will have you escorted out Mr?

"Heir Calmir, Heir Alrick Calmir, my apologies I simply could not help myself," Alrick said.

"Why are you here heir Calmir?" Asked a voice from the back. "Last I heard you were in the Hittite Empire protecting the Royal Heir Kail Marsuli. What has brought you back to Britain, and what do you find so funny I know you have better control than that?"

"I have recently been reassigned here in the isles, and I found it hilarious that I would finally have proof for me to give the ICW of the British Ministry of magic breaking their own laws by not giving the accused a chance to defend themselves. That would be the third time in as many years. That combined with the case recently levied with the ICW for the false imprisonment of an Heir, and now Lord of a Most Ancient and Most Noble house would see the British Ministry seeing sanctions at the very least." Alrick Answered.

"And who are you to give such evidence." Snapped a man in the front.

"I am a high-level Hit wizard who, has connections within all the Magical Kingdoms, carries an ICW license, and have been a witness in criminal trails done by the ICW that have had wizards and witches, land in Nurmengard in cells next to Grindelwald. All of which were cases I was personally called upon to help track down and catch the wizard. As I am sure, Madame Bones can attest to I would be much more highly looked upon than any of you." Alrick answers.

"He would," states Madame Bones.

"Very well, Mr. Potter your defense, if indeed you have any." Sneered minister Fudge.

"Firstly," states Harry, "it is Heir Potter, before any contest, I bear the ring of my house," he holds up his right-hand fingers spread. "Secondly I do indeed have a defense. But first I have a question, for the Ministry. Where was the Patronus cast?"

"It was cast about a block from Number 4 Privet drive as you very well know Mr. Potter." Glared the Minister.

"Well then there right there is your proof Minister. I left Number 4 Privet Drive, and all of Surrey entirely the morning of the 2nd at 9 A.M. as my two bodyguards standing outside can attest to if the Wizengamot so desires to question them. I left Privet Drive and was inside Gringotts going over financial and family matters as I am now fifteen and an heir of my house, I was there until 2 p.m. At which point my guards escorted me to Potter Manor where I opened the manor from lockdown, and I have not left without my guards since then. When the dementors attacked us soon after I had unlocked the grounds and set the wards to accept our entrance my guards cast Patronus charms one apiece to drive off the two dementors that suddenly attacked."

"Likely story, indeed Mr. Potter." Sneered Madame Bones "As has been said before we have no need for your lies Mr. Potter let us vote."

"Very well Madame Bones," said Harry slightly angry at her betrayal of the long-held family alliance. "I have no problem taking my case to the ICW."

"A case that would never be passed on as all such cases would have to be presented through the Ministry seat." Simpered the toad-like woman in pink.

"That may true in most cases," said Harry. "However, House Potter has a house seat on the ICW and need not be presented by the Ministry, as such I promise you that the ICW would indeed be informed that this August body has broken their oaths and railroaded, over the rights of a Most Ancient and Noble House, for not the first time but the second. It seems that Britain will have to put up with ICW sanctions for the foreseeable future. Especially considering my three bodyguards are all ICW licensed Hit-wizards often called upon by the ICW to take care of dark or worrying wizards and or witches." States Harry calmly.

"And where would you have gotten your hands-on bodyguards like that Mr. Potter? Sneered Fudge.

"The same place you got the ones that guard your home minister, and for the final time, it is Heir Potter if someone addresses without my titles again I will challenge them to an Honor duel. I have been nothing but respectful since I entered this room and I have been sneered at, degraded and called a liar since the moment I entered. I at this moment place this August body and the Ministry of Magic on notice. All previous alliance contracts are hereby under review. Any more comments made by the ministry or by this body on my sanity or on my honor, or the honor of my house, I will treat as tradition demands. You may not like what I have said or done, but that doesn't give those of you of lesser standing than me the right to belittle my place or my honor as not just the child but the final male heir of a Most Ancient and Noble house. If you don't like what I've said then prove me wrong, do not challenge the honor of my houses." It was a swift reminder that went through the courtroom as the Minister called it to vote with few if any voting against him.

"You are hereby cleared of all charged Heir Potter, you may vacate the premises." Stated the Minister a sour look on his face.

"A pleasure I'm sure however I have few more things to do as the Wizengamot is already gathered." States Harry.

"We are not here for your pleasure." Snapped Lucius Malfoy.

"But you are here at the call of all high ranking noble houses, and as mine was Ancient before yours was, I can say that I outrank you and most other nobles in this room and have the full ability to call forth this body if I have grievances to address with it. Do I not? Harry asked.

"You do, so please get on with it, we do not have all day." States Lord Prince.

"Very well, the first matter has already been said, and I do wish to enforce that every word I said I will abide by. In the spirit of obey the culture and etiquette of the older houses Heir Malfoy as you are in attendance, please stand forward." Draco steps forward, whispers surrounding him as he does so. Draco himself looks unsure but knows his rivalry with the Potter heir is known even in these halls. "To my shame and to the dishonor of my house, I have made insult upon your person Heir Malfoy. Do to the neglect of my previous Magical Guardian, I was not taught of the magical world or its customs, as such on the train ride in the first year, you offered your hand in friendship which I rejected, unknowing of the grave insult I placed on your personage. For that, I formally apologize and with your forgiveness offer House Malfoy a minor boon to ask for at another time and request your aid in correcting past mistakes."

A booming voice from the balcony above interrupts whatever Draco or Lucius was going to say, "House Malfoy formally accepts, this boon and the aid in correcting the mistakes you have made, if you too aid my grandson in correcting his mistakes from the past years."

"If that is what you wish Abraxas Malfoy as formal head of the house Malfoy if not its current lord, it is your right to do so. As to that request let us also address another mistake made in first year. You Draco Malfoy challenged me to an honor duel after curfew, instead of showing you sent Filch in your place, leaving a stain on your honor. As we were rivals, I am willing to forgive and allow this debt and the moderate boon it would require covering it, to be forgiven and canceled out by the debt I owe you from our previously discussed blunder." Harry states.

"As you have spoken so let it be the houses of Malfoy and Potter once more carry no debt between them." Answers Abraxas Malfoy. As the assembled echo "So you have spoken, so mote it be."

Draco and Harry bow to each other as Draco returns to his seat. "Now I must address my fellow members of the Most Ancient and Most Noble houses. As heir of the House of Potter, magical godson of the heir of House Black, I demand that the trial transcripts for my Lord and Head of House be brought forward.

"Those transcripts are sealed" stammered Fudge.

"They cannot be sealed from heirs or heads of houses with the same rank, he has right to see them, to ensure just clause for the removal of the current head, so that the current heir might ascend, which could very well be he." Replies Neville Longbottom.

"You were not asked boy," sneered the toad-like woman.

"Firstly, you were already reminded about titles and as the current regent has been disavowed for dishonoring a family ally," he said nodding towards Harry, "I have every right to speak as heir and as my father is now disposed as head of house." With his words, a gong sounded throughout the room as the ring on Neville's finger changed from that of the heir ring to that of the Lords Ring.

"It seems the magic of the land agrees." An elder voice frim the back agrees and all Harry can see is a well-dressed fashionable man sitting among the higher ranking seats. "Let the transcripts for the trail of the current Lord Black be summoned." A scribe was sent to fetch them, and the assembled carefully waited until he returned.

"There is no trial record for one Sirius Orion Black. I have here an order of transfer for the accused to be placed in Azkaban, and the documents for a kiss on sight order. I have no trial transcript."

"Perhaps it was misplaced." Squeaked the minister. Only to receive glares in return.

"Trial Transcripts are immediately duplicated and filed by the royal magic inherent in the Magic of Albion, they cannot be misplaced. However, I need not tell you that minister as you were informed almost 18 months ago as to this fact and ignored it. Which is why house Black through House Potter has now levied a case with the ICW."

"You have no right to do so boy, snapped the pink toad-like lady. "Aurors seize him for consorting with criminals and not informing the ministry of said convicts location." Her words were met with cold stares from the heads of all thirteen of the other Most Ancient and Noble Houses.

"I assume as the godson of the current lord black you know how to contact the head of house Black?" asked Lord Percival.

"Is the Wizengamot ready for trial all my godfather asks for is a just and honorable trial with veritiserum. If they are I can have him here in the next 5 minutes," he said with a nod towards Alrick who quickly left the room.

A vote was quickly placed "We are ready heir Potter, fetch him."

"He is here," said Alrick escorting Sirius in, much to the shock of the Wizengamot who was surprised that Harry's words were not a bluff. They were also surprised by Lord black's attire, he was dressed in form-fitting formal robes, was clean shaven, and his hair was immaculately styled. This was not what they expected from the Azkaban escapee, that had been on the run for almost two years.

"Very well Lord Black please take a seat." Said Amelia Bones, as she was presiding over the case. Harry walked up into the Wizengamot seating and sat next to Neville carefully ignoring his Gran.

"You Sirius Orion Black is at this moment accused of the murder of Peter Pettigrew and 13 muggles how do you plead?"

"Not Guilty" spoke Sirius. Snorts were heard all around. "I've heard enough, let just vote we all know he's guilty" was heard throughout the courtroom.

"Well as you are not of Ancient status lord Cranston, nor even close I suggest you keep your nose out of the business of the eldest houses, you are here to witness the decision of the 13 of us, as House Potter and house Black must abstain from voting. It has long been held that the Eldest keep watch over their own, it was obviously a mistake to allow you younger houses to speak in Heir Potter's trial as you all obviously need to return to finishing school. Once again you are of lesser rank, by the degree of King Arthur himself, the lessor does not judge the higher status man, for he knows not the responsibilities of that man. Even the King was only answerable to his advisor's in the Ancestral houses not to even our elder houses, for we are lesser to them and they are the equals to the Royals." Spoke lord Marshall.

"Let the veritiserum be given," Spoke Lord Carden "We have tarried here long enough."

"Very well," said Madame Bones, "Aurors, three drops on the tongue please." After this was done, she asked. "Please state your full legal name."

"Sirius Orion Black"

"Did you kill Peter Pettigrew?"

"No, I did not."

"How did he die?"

"Peter Pettigrew is not dead."

"Where you the Potters secret keeper?"

"No."

"Who was?"

"Peter Pettigrew"

"Aurors Antidote please."

Muttering could now be heard throughout the room.

"Please light your wand for innocence and leave it darkened for guilty." She said to the topmost row of seat reserved for the houses of Most Ancient and Most Noble status. All 13 wands lit up if a few were hesitant no one said anything.
"Sirius Orion Black you are hereby declared innocent of all charges and are a free man once more." Amelia Bones stated to the open room. "Court hereby dismissed."

Sirius, Neville, and Harry walked towards the exit talking amiably about different things as the two young men spoke enthusiastically about their summer. While Sirius listened happily on. They were however stopped by to figures suddenly in their path. The two quick open palmed slaps that landed on Harry's faces quickly saw to all conversation stopping and focusing on the group as Harry's guards immediately had both girls to wand point.

"How dare you make a mockery of our houses and lie in open court you lying showboating bastard, you ought to be in Azkaban for what you've done," Shouted Susan Bones.

"First Justin and the others where petrified, all our lives were placed in danger in the third year, and then you hijacked the tournament last year, you have no honor." Followed Hannah Abbot. "You are nothing but a coward, who deserves everything that has happened to you. Your parents would be rolling in their graves at what the heir of there house has become."

"Enough!" Said Harry as the magic in the room grew oppressive and cold, he paused allowing a chance for others to speak. "Lord Abbot, Madame Bones all alliance's between our houses are at this moment broken, all contracts are null and void. Your heirs have attacked the heir of another and you have spoken nothing of censure, I will not align myself with houses with no honor. As for your allegations, I suggest for once you take a good long look at the Hogwarts rumor mill Ladies. Your lives weren't in danger third year as Sirius was after a rat not you, and I did not enter the tournament last year. Bartimaeus Crouch Jr. did as he confessed to doing so before he was kissed by order of the minister. Odd considering I thought that order could only be given with the permission of the Wizengamot."

"As to second year, I think the Basilisk parts being sold by the dwarves of Switzerland are a testament to how I ended that fiasco in Second year."

Neville spoke next. "My house follows suit you have paid grave insult to my brother in all but blood. Therefore, I declare all alliances between our Houses at this moment broken, all contracts are null and void. If house Potter finds grounds for Blood feud House Longbottom will follow."

Sirius Simply shakes his head. "If anyone's parents are ashamed at this moment miss Abbot I believe it is yours you may shake this off now, but you've almost made an enemy of 3 ancient and powerful houses. Yes the House of Black follows suit as you have insulted my godson and placed dishonor on the sacrifice made by that last Lord and Lady Potter, I declare all alliance's between our Houses at this moment broken, all contracts are null and void. If house Potter finds grounds for Blood feud House Black will follow."

Harry and Neville split up at the apparition point with Neville returning his home, while Harry invited Sirius to stay at Potter manor and to help introduce Harry to all of the family that was currently arriving at the manor.

Luna watched from her lace in the upper seating as in the aftermath of Harry, Sirius, and Neville's departure. Looking she saw through threads of fate that some would join Harry in standing for the return of the Noble laws, while others congratulated the girls on their words, failing to understand the ways of Albion. She realized that in the future some would look back at this moment and point it out to their heirs, that this was a tipping point, it was the point that marked those who would survive in the coming years and those who would not. Of those who sided with the Abbots, the Bones's, and the Diggory's many would fade. All that would be left of those houses would be a footnote in the history books that they existed at all. More remembered for the actions of their final members than the valiant men and women who had gone before. They would be forgotten where those who stood by the actions of the Potter House would see a new rebirth and have secure places in the birth of a new era.