(AN: I don't own the Potterverse. All rights belong to Mrs Joanne K Rowling. I make no money from this, and I'm certainly not a Red-haired British author born July 31st 1965.)
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"Speech"
"Foreign Language"
"Translation of a foreign Language"
'Thoughts'
Spells and Incantations
"Prophecy"
'Non-Verbal Magic'
§Parseltongue§
§Parselmagic§
Narrator
*Sound Effect*
Written words (Letters, Books, etc.)
Chapter 8 Granger Drama and History:
Hermione POV
Tuesday, August 13th 1991 5:57 PM, 8 Heathgate, Hampstead Garden Suburb, London, UK
"Thank you, Dicey. Could you please cast a Hominum Revelio? Check who are in the house, please." I asked.
"There is beings two mugglys, Dicey bes thinkings they bes mistress' parents." Dicey said after she'd snapped her fingers.
"Thank you, Dicey. You may go." I said. I was still struggling a bit with the fact that house-elves weren't slaves.
"Muuum, Daaaad! I'm hoooome!" I called enthusiastically as I left my room.
"We're in the office!" I heard my dad call back.
When I heard where they were I walked downstairs, and walked towards the home-office door.
After I'd knocked, I heard my mum say "Come in."
"Hi." I said, as I approached my parents for a hug, my mum first as she was closest to the door, then my dad.
"Something's different" my dad said, with eyes slightly narrowed as he looked at me.
"What happened to your teeth?" my mum asked with narrowed eyes.
"I had the tooth fairy replace mine with someone else's." I sassed.
"I'm sorry what?" my dad exclaimed.
I burst out laughing, "Of course not." I giggled a little. "I just asked a healer to shrink them."
"Young lady, this is no laughing matter. We told you we wanted you to get your teeth fixed, the normal way." My mum said, a little angry.
"As a new friend of mine pointed out. This is the normal way." I said, a little grumpy at my parents.
"Of course it isn't." my father snapped. "Honestly! Shrinking teeth. How much more abnormal can you get?!"
"Because sticking steel bars to a person's teeth is the definition of normality?" I answered, unbeknownst to me my magic was slightly flaring. "You have to accept that I am a witch. That is a fact. It is as real as the fact that the sun rises in the east. In the magical world, when someone has large front teeth, it is normal that a healer will shrink them. And whether you like it or not, I am a witch, in fact I am a member of the Wizarding World's equivalent of The House of Lords."
"You still shouldn't have made that change without our permission!" mum said, angry.
"Why not? I am emancipated, I am Lady Hermione Jean Granger Lady of The Founding House of Ravenclaw! It would be perfectly within my rights to go upstairs, gather all my possessions and go to Dagworth-Granger Manor. In fact, I'd be willing to bet I'd also be welcome at Potter Castle." I said, raising my voice. I was getting angry too now.
"Then go! If your magical world is so much better! If you don't want us to have any say in our lives! Go leave the non-magicals beneath you! Why don't you go to your Castle or your Manor and go be some uppity magical Lady!" my dad shouted back.
I had tears in my eyes. "Fine, goodbye. Have a nice life." Then I turned around and walked out the door, I didn't know it but my magic had slammed the door shut behind me.
I ran upstairs and called Dicey.
"Yes mistress? Mistress, bes yous all righties?" He said.
"I'll be fine, thank you. Please bring a few other Dagworth-Granger elves here. Take, all my clothes, books and other personal items, and move them to Potter Castle." I said.
As I heard shouting downstairs I said. "Before the elves leave, please pop to Potter Castle, ask Lord Potter if I could stay there for awhile."
Dicey popped away for thirty seconds before he returned. "Lordys Potter bes sayings mistress is welcomes and he bes havings elveses prepare roomy."
"Then please, pop me to Potter Castle." I said, saddened to leave.
I was popped away, and into the Potter Castle study.
"Hermione, are you all right?" I heard Harry ask, worriedly.
I couldn't hold it in anymore, I started crying. Harry approached me, and slowly took me in his arms.
I heard Harry mutter something, then I heard a little pop, felt a little movement. Then Harry sat me down on a couch. I slowly calmed down.
"Shhh, it's okay." He said comfortingly.
As I calmed down I started explaining, I told him about our fight. At some point when I told Harry about them calling it abnormal I could've sworn he growled.
After awhile of talking and crying I fell asleep on his shoulder.
(-oIOIo-)
Harry POV
Tuesday, August 13th1991 6:28 PM, Lord's office, Potter Castle, Cumbria, UK
I was angry, no I was furious. How anyone could do that to their own daughter. Greyclay! I called.
"Yes master Harry?" he said as he popped in quietly.
"Who is the Lady's elf?" I asked, quietly.
"Merry, she bes Jerry's twinsie."
"Thank you, you may go." I said, before calling Merry.
"Yes Master Harry?" she said as she popped in.
"Please pop Hermione to bedroom I had you prepare earlier. There I want you to lay her in bed, and change her clothes with pyjamas. I think the Dagworth-Granger elves should've brought her things. Have them put in her bedroom. When she wakes up, let me know." I asked.
"Yes, master Harry." she said, enthusiastically, probably happy to have a Lady to serve. Even if she wasn't Lady Potter.
I called went to my office and added the names Marco Ménise and Helena Cortelthy to the ward ledger under the 'Friends' list. Then I went to the floo and called The Penthouse! Before sticking my head in the fire.
"Hello!" I called.
And elf popped in. "How may the Ménise family help you today?"
"Could you tell Marco and Helena that Harry is at the floo, please?" I asked.
"Of course, Sir." The elf said, then he popped away.
A few moments later Marco and Helena walked in, "Hey Harry, what's wrong?" Helena asked, first to notice I wasn't looking cheerful.
"Could you two come through? The floo address is Potter Castle, and the password is Domini Officium." I told them, the floo address, and the password that would lead them to my office rather than to the entrance hall.
"Of course, one moment." Marco said, then he ran back.
A minute later he returned, "You'll have to pop your head out of the fire, unless you want us to land on your head?" he said with a smile.
I did, pop my head out, then I cast a few cleaning charms, whilst walking towards my chair.
"Wooooow," Helena said as she stepped into my office.
"Please, take a seat." I asked after Marco arrived, and also graciously stepped out of the fireplace.
Then I told them what had happen, as I spoke a wind picked up in the room, at one point I could've sworn the fireplace was crackling harder and larger. Until Helena put her hand on Marco's hand. "Calm down, Marco, deep breaths."
At once, the wind stopped.
"So, shall we go to the Granger residence and," Marco frowned, "Have a chat?"
I smirked, "That sounds like a wonderful idea."
Helena said "I suppose I'd better come along, wouldn't want Hermione to become an orphan." She said in what was clearly a teasing tone.
"We should cast notice-me-nots on ourselves. Just in case they have guests or something. Wouldn't want to violate the Statute of Secrecy." Marco said.
I quickly called Merry, and asked her to come to me under a muggle-notice-me-not if Hermione woke up whilst I was still at the Granger residence.
Then I called Jerry. "Please pop us to the entrance hall of 8 Heathgate, London. Under a notice-me-not that will still allow us to see each other."
We arrived in the entrance of the Granger residence, and I whispered to Jerry, "Are there any people in the house besides the Granger parents?"
"No master Harry." Jerry whispered.
"Thank you, Jerry. Please remove the notice-me-nots, then you may go." I answered, still in a whisper.
I lead the way to the door to the living room. As we entered we found the two Granger adults sitting in a loveseat.
"So, feeling good with yourself? Having a nice evening knowing your daughter spent nearly half an hour crying on my shoulder? Enjoying that you finally kicked out the filthy abnormality?" Marco asked angrily.
"I- Harry? What are you doing here?! Who are they?" Dan asked, shocked.
"We're here to find out why you treated your daughter so poorly tonight. We were curious why you decided to start a fight with your daughter that resulted in her running away crying." I said.
"What I- we didn't do that." Emma said.
"Liar. That's exactly what you did, and you know it." Helena said.
"Oh, we forgot to mention that didn't we?" I said, then I pointed at Helena, "She'll know when you're lying."
"Why did you do that to your daughter?" Marco snarled.
"Look kid, I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but this ends now. GET OUT!" Dan bellowed.
"Who I am?! I am Visconte Marco Giorgio Ménise, Lord of the Founding House of Emrys, Earl Emrys. One of only three British magical people with a rank equal or higher to your daughter. That is who I am, now answer the bloody question!" Marco shouted.
Helena put her hand on his shoulder. "Calm down Marco." Then she addressed the Grangers in a softer tone "Pardon Marco, he dislikes bullies. Could you answer the question, please."
"I was angry, and although I regret shouting at her. I do believe she should've talked to us, first." Daniel Granger said, having calmed down.
"What about you calling her gift abnormal?" I asked, a little angry.
"We- we've been struggling to process the fact that magic is real, and that our daughter is a witch. We're Christians, we go to the church on Sunday. It's hard to process that our daughter is now a witch, what we were raised to think of as evil and demonic." Emma said, calmly. I could see the struggle in her eyes.
Marco suddenly smirked. "See, that wasn't so hard. Was it?"
I frowned at him, then I took a deep breath. "That is, although I don't like it. I understand where you're coming from."
Then I glared at both of them. "But if you ever do such a thing again I'll know, and I'll make you regret it."
At that moment Merry popped in, unnoticed by the Grangers. She said "Missy Grangy bes awakies."
"We"ll get going." I immediately said, and started walking to the hallway, followed by Marco and Helena.
"Wait!" Emma said. "Please, tell Hermione we love her. And she'll always have a home here."
I nodded and walked to the front door.
"Jerry! Take us back to Potter Manor, please. Right outside Hermione's room." I called out.
I was popped to a door, and knocked on it. "Come in!" I heard Hermione call out in a soft voice.
I walked in slowly, "Heeey, are you okay?" I asked softly.
Hermione was sitting on the side of her bed in purple pyjama's. "Hey Harry." Then her eyes widened "Helena, Marco. What are you two doing here?"
"We're here to check out the library." Helena said with an eyeroll, "We're here to see you dummy." She sassed.
"Ignore the sassy one, how are you?" Marco asked, with a tone of concern.
"Been better." Hermione said.
"We talked to your parents." I said, a bit unsure.
"I- Why? What happened."
"Wait a minute." I said, as I suddenly had a thought, then I called Jerry.
"Jerry, have you recovered the pensieve Dumbledore stole?"
"Yes Master Harry." he said.
"Please go get it." I answered.
As Jerry popped in I recognised the item immediately. "That bastard son of a chipmunk and a doxy."
"Harry language!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Dumbledore, he stole this pensieve, then had it in his office, and he actually had me watch memories with him! In an artefact that rightfully belonged to me?!" I was furious.
"May I?" Marco asked.
"Of course. Go ahead." I said, still angry at the manipulative old headmaster.
He waved his wand over the bowl a few times. "Aha! Silly muppet left his memories in the pensieve."
"I suggest we look at those later. We should show Hermione the memory of us going to her parents." Helena said.
"Good idea. Erm, how do I remove a memory?" I asked sheepishly.
"I'll do it, we can teach you later." Marco said, before putting his wand to his head and closing his eyes. After a few moments he started pulling his wand away, and removed a memory from his head.
He put it in the pensieve and tapped a few runes. "There we go, put a finger in and you'll be watching the memory."
Hermione did, then I frowned. Something urged me I should do it too.
When I popped out, I asked Marco. "Why did you suddenly smirk when Emma finished her explanation?"
"Noticed that did you?" Helena asked. "We pulled a little good cop, bad cop."
"What's that?" I asked, curious.
"It's something they use in police movies. You'll have a police offer, angry, shouting at the suspect. Then another police officer calming them down, acting like he's just trying to help the suspect." Hermione answered.
Helena waggled her hand. "Yes and no. That is what has made it famous around the world, but it's an actual interrogation technique called the Reid Technique. Some psychologist named Reid invented it in the 40's, and it has since been used by various law-enforcement agencies around the world."
"But that's besides the point right now. How do you feel about what you saw?" I asked, concerned.
"Confused, I mean. I understand what my mum said, but, she's my mum. Shouldn't she, I don't know, be able to look beyond that?" The bushy-haired girl said, unsure.
Helena frowned. "Boys, I'd like to talk to Hermione in private."
Marco's eyes widened in realisation, "C'mon Harry, let's go see about dinner. I'll let my mum know not to wait for us for dinner."
"Erm, ok?" I said, confused as I walked away.
"Hold on a minute." I said as I left the room, I took out my wand.
I tapped it on the little plaque on the door saying Lady Esmeralda Room and said Lady Hermione Room. And pushed a little magic in.
The sign glowed slightly before saying Lady Hermione Room.
"Cool! I think she'll appreciate that." Marco said, enthusiastically.
"Now where might I find a floo?" he said curious.
(-oIOIo-)
Harry POV
Wednesday, August 14th1991 8:28 AM, breakfast room, Potter Castle, Cumbria, UK
When I arrived at breakfast that morning I saw a, large owl waiting for me, as soon as it saw me it hooted. "Potter! I have a letter for you!"
Hermione was still feeling very hurt, and she'd asked to have breakfast in bed. "Cheeky owl. Thank you." I said, the owl was shocked I could understand it.
"You didn't expect that did you? That'll teach you, hooting around that bad language." I said, a little snarky.
I broke the Gringotts seal and opened the letter, it read.
Harry,
I have excellent news, you are now the owner of 52% of the Daily Prophet. I have already taken my fees from your vault. Please let me know as soon as possible what you want to do with them.
Ragnok
I was just finishing breakfast when I heard Jerry exclaim "Master Harry!"
"Yes, Jerry?" I answered.
"We bes recoverings all your propertieses from thievy Dumbledore!" he said proudly. "We finally bes finding cloaky, thievy Dumbledore bes havings it in Tokyo with him."
"That's wonderful, thank you. And thank the other house-elves for their hard work." I addressed my proud house-elf.
I got up, and walked towards the ballroom. As I entered I saw all 79 stolen books, as well as the two grimoires and the invisibility cloak. My pensieve was already in my office.
I called Jerry and asked him to check everything in the room for magic corresponding to Dumbledore's magical signature.
"There is being new stringy in cloaky that be havings followings and dropping eavsy charmy. Theys bes beings addingsy by thievy Dumbledore." He said.
"So that's how Dumby and moody knew I was there even when I was under the cloak." I muttered.
"Please remove the string. And check it for anything that hasn't been there since the creation of the cloak." I told Jerry.
"It bes done, there is beings no news magicies." He said after snapping his fingers.
"Check me for tracking and monitoring magics too, please." I asked.
"There is beings none." He said after having snapped his finger again.
"Ok, I'm going to put the cloak on, and I want you to point at where I am."
I cast a silencing charm at my feet, and put on the cloak."
Jerry gasped, "Jerry can't be sensing you master Harry." Then he snapped his fingers a few times.
"Jerry can't bes summonings cloaky, or beings using people detectings charm."
I removed the cloak right in front of Jerry. He squeaked and jumped backwards. I snorted, "Sorry Jerry. So you're telling me you had no way of detecting where I was whilst under the cloak?"
"Yes master Harry." he said, confused.
"Wicked." I muttered.
"Okay, I'd like you to place my two grimoires in my office, and all the other books in the library." I said.
"Place the cloak in my bedroom too, please." I added to my instructions.
I was happy, now I'd be able to sneak around without being seen by Dumbledore or Moody.
I went to my office and got out a sheet of parchment to compose a letter to my Gringotts account manager.
Ragnok,
I'm very grateful for both your hard work and efficiency. Please warn the Daily Prophet, they have until Saturday September 14th to clean up their act, and make sure they're a reliable truthful newspaper. If they don't the new owner will make sure the newspaper comes under management of people who know the word truth.
Have a nice day,
Harry
At this moment Hedwig flew in through the human. "Hello, my human. You have a letter for me?"
"Yes, please. Could you take it to Ragnok VIII?" I asked as I sealed the letter and wrote his name and title on the front.
I got a whack over the back of the head. "Of course I can!" Hedwig hooted. Then she grabbed the letter and flew away.
(-oIOIo-)
Harry POV
Thursday, August 15th1991 9:00 AM, Entrance Hall, Potter Castle, Cumbria, UK
Hermione and I heard a little chime, and the fire in the fireplace turned green. It was Helena with her little puppy, she was shortly followed by Marco with his puppy. They were here for our Etiquette class.
"Good morning, how are you?" Helena asked with a smile.
"Better, and you?" Hermione answered with a little smile.
I was suddenly approached by Marco's dog. She sniffed me a little, then looked at Helena's puppy and barked. "I like this one, he smells nice."
Helena's puppy promptly ran over and sniffed me too, "He smells very powerful." He barked. Somehow their barks sounded masculine and feminine respectively.
I raised my eyebrows and looked at Marco and Helena, "Should I be flattered that both your dogs are appreciating my smell?"
Marco chocked on his own spit "I'm sorry?"
"Daaamn, you're a beastspeaker?" Helena asked, seemingly impressed."
"Yeah." I said, a little proud.
Marco closed his eyes, and frowned for a moment. Then he opened them again, and they were glowing slightly, but flickering.
I startled. "Woooow, what's that?" Hermione asked.
Marco looked at me, then he flinched and closed his eyes again. When he opened his eyes again he blinked a few times and said.
"Sorry, that was magesight. I've been trying to learn it. But I'm not good at it, yet. And I can't keep it up for long without getting a migraine." The tall blonde said, still blinking his eyes rapidly.
"Ok, something fishy is going on here. In this room we have three very powerful people, each with rather rare magical abilities. And all three of us are children of pureblood sons of very old magical families, and muggleborn who through a long line of squibs descend from a magical family. That can't be a coincidence." The grey-eyed boy said.
"That is odd." I said.
"What are the odds, that you have magesight, when Harry is a beastspeaker and metamorphmagus. And Helena is a legilimens." Hermione asked.
"What? Oh." Helena smirked. "Magesight isn't his special ability. He's been training it, but he has it because he's powerful. Everyone in this room can learn it. Marco wasn't born with it."
"Hunh? Then what's your special ability?" I asked.
Marco smirked, and closed his eyes, he dramatically spread his arms out besides him, his cloak started fluttering, then suddenly it felt like a hurricane was raging in the room.
"Y-you you're an elemental?" Hermione stuttered out.
"Yup, windy has his uses." The amber-eyed girl said in a teasing tone.
"Like you're much better, polygraph." Marco snarked back at his best friend after he'd stopped the wind.
"C'mon we haven't got all day. The two of us have two days to get you up to speed on Wizengamot protocol, and the who's who of the Wizengamot." Helena said.
"Right, you got a classroom here?" Marco asked.
"Yeah." Then I frowned for a moment trying to remember where it is. "Ah yes, follow me."
When we arrived Helena instructed us to sit down. Then she asked "You have ink, quill and parchment?"
As we grabbed it, Hermione raised her hand. "Yes, Miss Granger?" the amber-eyed girl said, with a smirk.
"Why do wizards use ink, quill and parchment? Isn't it super outdated?" She asked, a little denigrating.
"Because ink and quill allow a person to inject some of their magic into what they write, this makes it very hard to forge signatures. And parchment allows the preservation of said magical signature in the writing. If you wrote with a quill on paper you'd burn the paper, so while you could use pen and paper for notes, for tests and official letters and documents you should use quill and ink." Helena answered shortly. She sounded a little insulted at Hermione calling her outdated.
"Ooooh. Sorry." Hermione said sheepish. Meanwhile I was looking at what Marco was doing, first he'd pulled out a thick folder and dropped it next to Helena and now he seemed to be drawing something on the blackboard.
"So, what we're going to teach you over the next 2 days is the following. First, the layout of the Wizengamot, how it works. What you need to do if you want to speak, that kind of stuff. Then, we'll be teaching you all the houses with a seat on the Wizengamot, who sits in the seat, what their crest is, and all that stuff. I'll also help with your occlumency which Helena can test." Marco said as he stepped away from the blackboard.
"The good news is, you're both smart people. So it should be fine." The straight-haired brunette said.
"Now, the Wizengamot. The Wizengamot is basically like the House of Lords. Well actually no, the House of Lords was based on the Wizengamot. The Wizengamot was founded in the year 599 although at the time it was called the wizard's council. King Arthur founded it, he himself was a muggleborn wizard, but his son and heir wasn't magical. Which made his son jealous. King Arthur was worried his son would re-establish the ban on magic, so he allowed the separation of the two worlds, and the establishment of the magical government. He also then decreed that only a descendant of his who was a wizard and could claim his sword could ever strip the magical government of their rights." Helena started explaining.
"Said magical government, the Wizard's Council was run by seven families, the Hogwarts four, as well as Emrys, Le Fey and Peverell. They were the seven magical families who served in King Arthur's court. The seven of them were led by Lord Myrddin Emrys, he was the same age as King Arthur and is till date the oldest person ever recorded who didn't extend his or her lifespan through artificial means." Marco said.
"How old did he get?" I asked, curious.
"He was born in the year 571, and he passed away in the year, 1013." Marco said.
"Which means he lived for 442 years." Helena followed up.
Hermione and I were both gaping. "I- how?"
"Magic, Myrddin was extremely powerful. The more powerful a wizard the longer they live, and the younger they look." Marco said.
"Makes sense when you think about it." Hermione said. "Dumbledore was 115 when he died, if you picture him without the long white beard and hair he looks to be in his late fifties, early sixties."
Throughout the next 36 hours we continued to be taught about the Wizengamot and how it worked. At some point Marco pulled out a huge folder with every Lord of the Wizengamot, their Heir, their Proxy if they had one and the pictures of all three, as well as how old they were, their wives and children, their political opinions, and their crests.
(-oIOIo-)
Dumbledore POV
Saturday, August 17th1991 9:30 AM, Portkey Arrival, DMT, Ministry of Magic, London, UK
I was just arriving at the DMT, the Department of Magical Transportation. Returning from the annual ICW Grand Council that was held in Tokyo this year. I was tired, I'd already been politicking for 9 hours. I was very happy to merely return to Hogwarts, have a nice bath whilst getting up to date on all the mail I'd missed in the last month.
I walked towards the floo point, smiling and greeting people I came across. I need to preserve my reputation and grandfatherly persona after all.
Hogwarts Headmaster's Office I called as I stepped into a fireplace. It felt good to be home.
"Hello Fawkes, how are you today?" I asked with a smile, happy to see my old friend again. I got a very loud and happy trill in return.
I quickly checked my desk, and saw nothing special, a few letters from Gringotts, four weeks worth of Daily Prophets. I was surprised when I also saw a letter with the Wizengamot crest.
I opened it and read
Chief Warlock Dumbledore,
Madam Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement has called an emergency Wizengamot meeting on August 17th at 10 AM.
Hoping you are well,
Charles Jones,
Wizengamot Administration Services
I swore, then I started muttering about up themselves little bitches. I walked to my bedroom and changed to something else, I hummed, and decided on a set of beautiful purple robes with silver stars and moons.
I walked in to the Wizengamot chambers at 10:00 AM, I had my grandfatherly façade on my face and sat down in the chief Warlock's chair.
Suddenly eight cloaked people walked in. Due to the shadows of the hood of the cloak I couldn't see their faces, but I was worried. I was unsure, but something felt very wrong.
(-oIOIo-)
Harry Potter POV
Saturday, August 17th1991 10:02 AM, Wizengamot Chambers, Ministry of Magic, London, UK
The other me's were walking into the Wizengamot chambers, very dramatically. It was a little weird, seeing three other people there, knowing they were future me's.
As planned Helena went first. I Helena Cortelthy, Lady of ty Hynafol o Cortelthy, hereby claim my family's seat. She said, then she walked up the stairs to the Ancient Houses row.
That had been a little surprise, apparently whilst in the muggle world Wales and England had only been united in the 12th century, and Scotland had only become a part of the union in the 17th century. That wasn't the case for the magical world, where the Wizengamot and Ministry had seemingly been the ruling magical body of the isle of Britannia since the 8th century when a collection of noble and wealthy magical families from the island had been invited to join the Wizard's council.
One of said magical families had apparently been the Cortelthy's.
Then Lady Dagworth-Granger went. That was less confusing, thinking of them by their titles. I Hermione Granger, Lady of the Ancient and Noble House of Dagworth-Granger hereby claim my family's seat.
We'd decided to not have her use a fake identity after all. We'd say her parents had emancipated her when they heard of the magical guardianship not being granted to them. Hermione thought it might've been a little obvious if a muggleborn Hermione Granger showed up at Hogwarts a few weeks after Lady Dagworth-Granger claimed her Wizengamot seat.
Then I ran in, the original me, the real me. He, I approached the center of the Wizengamot chambers and also said. I Harold Potter, Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter hereby claim my family's seat.
I saw Dumbledore nearly fall of his chair. Then all the other us-es that were on the floor incanted together.
I Harold Potter, Heir of the Founding House of Peverell, hereby claim my family's seat in lieu of The Lord Peverell.
I Tyler Tremblay, Lord of the Founding House of Gryffindor hereby claim my family's seat.
I Laurent Dubois, Lord of the Founding House of Hufflepuff hereby claim my family's seat.
I Justine De La Forêt, Lady of the Founding House of Ravenclaw hereby claim my family's seat.
I Elijah Hernandez, Lord of the Founding House of Slytherin hereby claim my family's seat.
I Louis Maillard, Lord of the Founding House of Emrys hereby claim my family's seat.
I Johanna De Vries, Lady of the Founding House of Le Fey hereby claim my family's seat.
Suddenly we glowed gold, I heard a rumbling and seven chairs appeared at the end of the hall, opposite the Chief Warlock and Ministry seats, above the door.
Each chair looked like a throne each in a fancy element with a verry well designed crest.
The Gryffindor throne was a ruby red marble, with a gold crest. I went to it and sat down on it, it was surprisingly comfortable for a marble throne.
"Chief Warlock, I believe there was a trial called?" Helena asked, from the Le Fey chair.
Uproar, people were screaming, shouting, yelling questions at each other. Dumbledore was banging his hammer, Amelia was casting cannon-blast charms.
Suddenly I heard a shout. "SILENCE!" Marco roared. "SILENCE! YOU DISGUST ME! ACTING LIKE A BUNCH OF MUGGLE TODDLERS ON A PLAYGROUND! YOU ARE THE LORDS, LADIES AND ELECTED REPRESENTATIVES OF THE WIZENGAMOT! YOU ARE THE FAMILIES THAT HAVE RULED THIS COUNTRY FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS! YOU ARE THE ONES CHOSEN BY THE PEOPLE TO BE OUR LEGISLATIVE BODY! ACT LIKE IT!" I was shocked, I had no idea Marco could shout so loud. He probably used magic to enhance his voice.
I looked next to me where Hermione was sitting, she seemed unsurprised. Then I remembered it was because she'd first gone through it as Lady Dagworth-Granger.
"Thank you, Lord Emrys." Dumbledore said as the room quietened down instantly. "If I may." He started, the tone he used worried me. "Harry, what are you doing here?"
"How very rude of you, Albie. I have not given you leave to address me as anything but Lord Potter. And as to what I'm doing here? I, the Lord Potter. Am sitting in the Wizengamot chambers a few minutes before a trial is going to start. Obviously I'm not here to pick daffodils." I heard my own voice come from next to me. That was weird. I did appreciate the laughter at my sassiness though.
"Harry, I'm your magical guardian. You don't have my permission to be here." The Merlin wannabe answered in a condescending tone.
"Albie, you're not my magical guardian. In fact you never even should've been my magical guardian. It's only because you broke the law and the rest of the people in this room didn't care that you were ever my magical guardian." The other me answered also in a condescending tone, is it weird that I was proud of myself?
"That's Chief Warlock Dumbledore to you, Harry. And I must insist you return home." His eyes started twinkling.
"Of course not, I'm Lord Potter. This is the Wizengamot. I'm staying." The other me answered, clearly getting angry.
Suddenly I heard a snort. "Right, and I'm King Arthur. Go home, little boy. You aren't of age, thus you can't be Lord Potter." It was Lucius Malfoy.
"Ah, Lucy Malfoy. What are you doing here?" I said in a very condescending tone.
"I am Regent Black, I was appointed to my seat by Heir Black." He said, haughtily.
"I doubt that." I answered, with a smirk.
"Why's that?" Lucius said, with a smug expression on his face.
"Because I'm Heir Black, and I wouldn't give the seat of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black to a criminal if my life depended on it." I said, with an even bigger smirk. More uproar, there was uproar.
"ENOUGH!" Lord Emrys roared, again. "We are here for a trial. I move we have the Lord Apparent Potter prove his claims, and then we get on with the trial."
"I second!" I, as Lord Gryffindor exclaimed.
"Very well, all in favour light your wand green. All opposed light your wand red." Dumbledore said with a sigh.
That was how the Wizengamot voted. You raised your wand with a lumos in a certain colour, and the Chief Warlock's seat had a magical counter.
"Lord Emrys' motion carries. Harry, if you would prove your claim." The Chief Warlock declared, again looking quite disappointed.
I stood up and went down to the chamber floor, then I approached the Chief Warlock's desk. And showed my rings, he cast a few spells on them and announced. "It's confirmed. Harry is in fact Lord Potter, Heir Peverell, Heir Black.
"Thank you, Albie." I said, before promptly turning around and walking away.
"It's Chief Warlock Dumbledore, Harry." He said, with his I'm terribly disappointed voice.
"It's Lord Potter, Albie." I answered, without looking back.
Dumbledore sighed. "Madam Bones, I believe you had a trial. May I ask who the accused is?"
"Of course, Chief Warlock. The accused is a person who has suffered in Azkaban without a trial for many years. I'm talking about Lord Sirius Orion Black III Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black." Madam Bones said.
(AN3: Hihi, yes. I most definitely just did a cliffhanger.)
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