Everything is J.K. Rowlings. I only claim the plot. Everything else is hers, all the characters and the magic, all of it. Please let me know what you think though, I encourage feedback of all kinds, just be nice about it!
Again, I appreciate all of the reviews. This chapter is focused on the political scene. But it looks like Harry is going to have to fight to keep his Golden Boy image. Because of course taking over the wizarding world can't be too easy for him. Any guesses on who the inside source is?
A Noble Aspiration
The Floo flared, cutting off Tiberius's rambling story that Harry hoped he was meant to pay close attention to. The deceptively cushioned armchair felt rough and scratchy through the dark green silk robes he'd chosen to wear today. Harry shifted again, it hadn't felt this uncomfortable yesterday when he visited and tested out each seat. He'd had to make sure the one he chose was comfortable enough yet still provided an intimidating presence. Yesterday when he and Marvolo had explored Peverell Manor, Marvolo had been amazingly good-humored and teased him in regards to testing out every single piece of furniture.
He was using Peverell Manor for the Dark Faction meeting today and would use it again tomorrow with the Light Faction. Tiberius had offered his Manor for the occasion but Harry didn't want to rely on the older man. He needed to make the proper impression and using his own house was needed. And since he was the one calling the meeting, then he would be the one hosting. If he didn't it would be seen as a weakness and the other Faction members would pounce on it and destroy him.
The meeting was supposed to have taken place yesterday but Tiberius had written to him yesterday morning saying how all three of the Dark Faction members invited had suddenly been unavailable. Harry was willing to bet all the galleons in his vault that Marvolo had sent his followers a small notice encouraging them to be busy. Harry didn't call Marvolo out on it though because he had appreciated the extra day.
The first to exit the Floo was Yaxley followed immediately by Nott and Avery. Harry wondered if they had met with Marvolo first or if they had just coincidentally all Floo'd at the same time. Inwardly Harry scoffed, of course, they met with Marvolo first. It was evident in the weighted gazes of each man who stepped from the fireplace; cautious, fearful, and tense, before even taking in the ancestral home that had been closed off for centuries. Harry didn't imagine the Dark Lord would allow his minions to enter any political discussion without a quick briefing of what he hoped to achieve first. But he was curious about what exactly Marcelo said, what he briefed, and how he prepared his followers. Their eyes didn't hold any hidden smugness or suppressed spark of knowledge. So Harry bet Marvolo had sent his followers to the meeting as blind as could be with just the basic skeleton of instruction. He imagined Marvolo commenting on how keeping them on their toes was amusing to him.
No matter how hesitant they were about the meeting with the weight of their master hanging over them, it still wasn't enough to keep their innate curiosity regarding Peverell Manor at bay for long. And Peverell Manor did not disappoint.
It was extravagant and luscious in every stitch on the rugs and curtains; regal and poised with every elegantly crafted piece of furniture. Harry was confining everyone to the Sitting Room and Formal Dining Room, which were thankfully connected through a single door, so that he wouldn't have unwanted nosey guests poking into all of the other multitudes of rooms — and there were really an absurd amount of rooms that Harry couldn't ever hope to fill — and he'd made sure Dobby, Kreacher, Toby, and Mimsy had the two rooms sparkling by this morning. The elves had stocked his liquor cabinet as well. The curtains were flung back, showcasing the beautiful gardens — again, Harry had made sure the four elves tended to the areas within the immediate viewing vicinity outside the Sitting Room and Dining Room first before dealing with the rest — and allowed the late afternoon light to stream through. The royal blues and creams and dark walnut softened under the sunlight and the air itself smelt slightly of fresh citrus, making it feel cozy and open.
"Thank you for answering my summons gentlemen," Tiberius said as Harry stood swiftly from his seat. "Allow me to introduce you to my new Faction Leader, Lord Potter-Black-Peverell. Lord Potter allow me to introduce Lords Nott, Yaxley, and Avery of the Dark Faction."
"Good afternoon, gentlemen," Harry greeted, shaking each man's hand firmly. Pulling forth his most confident and self-assured mask, he took a subtle calming breath. He could not fail today. It didn't matter that these men were already pressured to agree with him because of Marvolo. It wasn't the legislation that would be at risk but Harry's own reputation among the Wizengamot and the Dark. "I'm pleased that you were able to find the time to meet with me over this new piece of legislation I am hoping to develop."
The men all nodded their heads before Tiberius caught their attention in some light business chat. Harry once again greatly appreciated Tiberius being present. He had determined that the man had decided to take Harry under his wing so to speak and Harry was not against the mentorship in the slightest. But he did feel an added pressure to make sure that the confidence that Tiberius was bestowing on him was not in vain.
"Would any of you care for a drink?" Harry asked, pulling the conversation back after he sensed its natural digression from the business topics. He strode over to the liquor cabinet and opened it with a flourish. He didn't particularly care for politics but from everyone that he had closely observed: Tiberius, Lucius, Marvolo, Avery, Fudge, even Dumbledore. He had gathered that with politics came a certain flair for dramatics. So inwardly chuckling each time he did, Harry tried to call upon the dramatic antics of Draco Malfoy whenever he could. "Tiberius has taken it upon himself to instruct me in the ways of fine Firewhiskey, I hope none of you are opposed," Harry continued. Not allowing any of them to actually say anything to the negative. As Marvolo had instructed, he was the Lord of three Houses, he needed to be forceful in his demands as was his right through his title.
He placed out five crystal tumblers and pulled the Firewhiskey he had enjoyed the other day when the Neutral Faction met. This time, however, he had prepared.
He and Marvolo had discussed the situation of him apparently being a bit of a lightweight and not wanting to build up that tolerance in the presence of others. So Marvolo had pulled forth an ancient text from Asia that described a spell to detract the alcoholic properties of a drink. Upon learning it, Harry had deemed it essential to learn and had spent all day yesterday practicing it wandlessly and wordlessly. Thankfully, since he had learned Incendio, Harry had taken it upon himself to learn a handful of other useful spells to master wandlessly and wordlessly, both for practicality and to enhance dramatics. He knew he would never completely master every spell and the ones he did would be slightly underpowered, but there was a handful that he focused on and he had added this dealcoholized spell to his repertoire the others included Accio, Expelliarmus, and Stupefy. The fifth spell came easier than any of the others, but Harry suspected it was because Marvolo had also taken it upon himself to learn and master it as well. Of course, the smarmy bastard mastered it far quicker than Harry did but the competition had helped.
After pouring all five tumblers, Harry handed them out. Handing the second tumbler to Tiberius since he was currently his Faction member and Harry's preferred among the group. The next went to Avery, Nott and then Yaxley, none of the men said anything about their obvious placement in Harry's preferences though he could see by the tightened jaw and pinched lips that Yaxley was not pleased with his placement. Picking up his own tumbler once again, Harry casually waved his hand over the glass as though he was absently fixing his sleeve. Satisfied by the tingle from his fingertips that the spell was cast, Harry raised the tumbler in a toast that the other four mimicked. "To our profitable business ventures," he declared before taking a sip of the whiskey. The heat was still present but it was dulled and Harry fought to keep the smirk from his face. Grateful that he would no longer have to fear making a drunken fool of himself.
"Please, now take your seats," Harry offered amicably, sweeping back to his own previously claimed seat. He sat easily and watched as the rest of the four took their seats after him out of respect. "Now, I have requested you here today to ask for your assistance and support with a new piece of legislation," Harry began as soon as the men had seated themselves. Tiberius had reclaimed his armchair, leaving just the two loveseats remaining. Yaxley again looked like he was sucking a lemon as Avery and Nott chose to share the sofa and leave him by himself. "It is in regard to the magical education of your children."
Harry took pleasure in the surprise that Avery, Nott, and Yaxley couldn't immediately hide. "Our children?" Nott repeated. Briefly, Harry wondered what kind of legislation they had assumed he would try to put forth. They must have been imagining something Dark related since Marvolo had insisted on their support.
"Well admittedly, my future children and your future grandchildren, or your nieces and nephews," Harry amended with a slight nod to Avery and Yaxley who didn't have children of their own. "But the magical education and unity of all the children in the magical community. It is my desire to establish a school for children before they reach Hogwarts age."
"Why would we need a school when Hogwarts already supplies that function?" Yaxley sneered.
"It would be a school to instill the basics of education to prepare them for Hogwarts," Harry countered. "But to also relieve the burden from the parents as well and to make all of the children, no matter their background, start Hogwarts on a similar playing field of knowledge.
"Why should we allow muggleborns the opportunity to pair with Pureblood children. Purebloods are raised with magic, they are inherently better at it," Yaxley said.
Harry bit his tongue hard and took a sip of the dulled whiskey. "Parents would of course have the choice to exceed the education levels provided by the school at their own discretion. However, by starting all of the children off at the same basic knowledge of understanding, Hogwarts would then be able to push their own educational standards. First Year and to a degree Second Year is primarily the understanding of theory and trying to make all of the students share the basic understanding. If this is covered for everyone before they even attend, Hogwarts Professors can then focus on the practical aspects and move forward into more advanced knowledge sooner. Thus making Hogwarts, and the children's education, even more noteworthy to other countries."
"Would this be a boarding school like Hogwarts? I can't imagine many parents entertaining the idea of sending their children off at even younger ages," Avery spoke up, leaning back on the sofa, absently swirling the amber whiskey in his tumbler, the afternoon sun highlighting his russet curls like fire.
"Oh no. It would be a day school. Children would attend and be sent home every night, leaving their weekends, holidays, and nights to spend with family."
"What subject matter would you cover? You say it would help advance the Hogwarts curriculum, but how so?" Nott asked.
Over the past few months working as his Transfiguration tutor, Harry still couldn't get a great read on the man. However, Harry did know that Nott was a great literary mind and had been surprised that many of the newest Transfiguration theories of the past few decades had been proposed and researched by him. Professor McGonagall being another one of the Transfiguration Theory revolutionaries. Education was of prominent importance and Harry could see that priority shine in Theo as well.
"I anticipate the students starting school around the age of seven, from my understanding most accidental magic cases have already transpired at this age. So from ages seven to ten that is four years of education. I plan for the seven-year-olds learning the fundamentals of writing essays and quill penmanship, something I'm sure all Hogwarts Professors will celebrate over, basic numbers which will benefit their Arithmancy, and wizarding culture and tradition."
"Our children already know about our culture and traditions. Why waste hours repeating yourself," Yaxley cut in.
"The Pureblood children may be aware," Harry conceded, trying not to crush his tumbler with his tightened grip. "However the muggle raised are not. Would it not be better to instruct them on this new culture that they have discovered so that they can fully appreciate it and so that they don't unintentionally aggravate those who have lived it all their lives. For muggle raised children, the Wizarding World is similar to visiting a foreign nation. I know that I myself was vastly overwhelmed by it all and know I made grievous errors and mistakes that a simple class would have prevented. Miscommunication and the ill-informed only spurs continued disdain and obstacles. If we are to succeed as a society, wouldn't it be best to prevent those unnecessary limitations?"
Yaxley humphed but didn't object, whereas Avery and Nott were eyeing Harry and he met each of their gazes evenly. They seemed to understand how his words applied to their Master's overarching goal of domination and gave slight nods.
"Now, for the eight-year-olds, I plan to continue the work with numbers but to then introduce the theory of spell casting, such as the importance of wand care, proper pronunciation, and the purpose of intent when directing a magical spell. Runes would also be introduced. Learning a language at a young age is always far easier and runes, for all intents and purposes, is a new language. Penmanship and essay writing instruction would simply be moved into writing assignments provided for the classes. For the nine and ten-year-olds, the theory classes would branch into the basics of charms, transfiguration, and potions, with varying degrees of depth depending on the age. With Runes and Arithmancy still taught at a minimal level. By the time they reach Hogwarts, the basics will be covered and the Professors can safely begin practical application almost immediately."
The three men remained silent and Harry finished his whiskey, standing to pour himself another while the men thought, smirking as the three Death Eaters drained their own glasses to match his own. Tiberius had been right it seemed, the etiquette of drinking may not be consciously understood but these men knew the implications. Tiberius joined him at the liquor cabinet and silently watched as Harry poured the drinks again.
"You are doing well," Tiberius said quietly, pouring his own drink. "Yaxley is always a sourpuss, so don't take his idiocy too hard. I notice you don't seem to be playing up the disintegration of prejudices much like you were during your initial meeting with us."
"I felt equality might not appeal to them as much as a higher education standing might," Harry admitted. "I thought they would care more about how a more solid education would benefit their standing in the world. Do you think I should talk about prejudice and equality too?" Maybe he had been too prejudiced himself when he determined his plan of attack.
"Oh no, I think you thought right. Best save all that equality stuff for the Light Faction," Tiberius chuckled. "Now, come, I sense they have more questions."
Harry offered the men their drinks back and while he faced his seat with his back turned to them all, he cast the de-alcoholization spell once again.
"Where would this school be?" Avery asked once Harry was settled.
"I would offer up one of my own estates for the cause."
This caught all of their interest and Harry saw their eyes dart about the elegance of the Sitting Room once again. "Which estate?" Nott asked, taking a sip to possibly hide his eagerness.
"Potter Manor. It is already in need of repairs due to the damages it sustained during the War. I felt it would do a great honor to my parents' memories to turn it into a school, my mother I'm sure in particular would approve."
"A noble aspiration," Avery said, looking highly nervous at the mention of Harry's parents and the War where all three men had been accused of participating in.
"I do try," Harry replied cheekily over his tumbler and smirked at the obvious uncomfortableness Avery, Nott, and Yaxley portrayed. Tiberius looked highly amused as well.
"When do you plan to open the school?" Nott asked.
"I hope to start the first term in a year's time, next January. I believe that will be sufficient time to raise money, make repairs, and higher staff."
"How can you be sure you will have a student body?" Yaxley asked, his mouth pinched as he took another sip of the whiskey. Harry took pleasure in the understanding that the sallow-faced man didn't enjoy whiskey but was only drinking it to not appear weak.
"Well, that is why I am seeking out other Faction support," Harry replied sweetly. "Surely by having the support of other Factions, those supporters of the legislation would deem it necessary to send their own families to the school they participated in creating."
"Of course," Nott said tightly and Harry gave an innocent smile.
"This is of course an admirable pursuit and your dedication to the betterment of our society and the futures of magical children is heartening," Avery said. "I am sure you will garner much public support. In regards to the Wizengamot, you will have my support on the matter and I will work to gain the rest of the Dark Factions' support for your endeavor as well."
"I appreciate that Lord Avery," Harry said with an incline of his head.
"I too believe this is a philanthropic business venture that I should align myself with," Nott agreed. "I can not promise at the moment how much my financial contribution will be but I will work to gather support as well."
Harry smiled genuinely this time before turning his gaze to Yaxley. The man looked anything but pleased and Harry just smiled more. "I will need to evaluate my other business ventures before making a guarantee," the man said and Harry quirked an eyebrow. Nott and Avery looked tense and Harry hoped that Tiberius didn't notice. "However, I'm sure I will be able to scrape up something."
"You would be too kind," Harry replied politely.
"Perhaps it would be in your best interest to appeal to the rest of the Faction members directly," Yaxley continued, looking surprisingly haughty. "Surely you don't need my esteemed colleagues to act as your messengers and errand boys."
"Corban—" Tiberius started looking affronted.
"Oh no," Harry interrupted smoothly. "You are absolutely right. I would never imagine Lord Nott or Lord Avery act as mere messengers. However, their support is appreciated and noted. I know I will be able to call on them for future assistance I'm sure. Though in regards to speaking to the rest of the Dark, well…" Harry smiled, his eyes dark and cold. "I'm sure I'll find the opportunity to do just that quite soon."
Yaxley swallowed and his haughty demeanor faded at the realization of Harry's words. He must have thought I was playing Marvolo, Harry thought suddenly. I bet he never thought his Master would be so invested in magical education. Maybe he thought I told him I would request one piece of legislation, lying only to ensure I got his minions support... Harry looked forward to telling Marvolo how his little minion thought him so easily manipulated.
"The nerve, Corban," Tiberius blustered. "You know that this is how politics are done. Accusing Harry of simply wanting lapdogs. Despicable. Forgive me Harry if I take the liberty of escorting Lord Yaxley out."
Harry smiled charmingly at Tiberius. "Of course, I appreciate it, Tiberius."
Tiberius glared at Yaxley as the man stood, looking paler than his already sallow and hollowed out complexion allowed. Tiberius placed his hand on the man's shoulder and forcibly guided him to the fireplace. Harry wondered if anyone else noticed the slight tremble in the man's hand as he grabbed the Floo powder.
"I'm terribly sorry, gentlemen," Tiberius said, turning back to Avery and Nott. "I was unaware that Yaxley had slipped so far in his decorum with his older age or else I would never have invited him on Harry's behalf."
"Don't stress yourself, Tiberius," Nott replied with a smile.
"I confess myself just as surprised by Corban's behavior. We can only hope he will come to his senses soon enough," Avery agreed.
"Though sadly, I must say that I must be parting ways as well, it has gotten late and I am not as young as I once was," Nott chuckled but he didn't stand, instead he looked at Harry and Harry realized the man was waiting for permission. They might be in open company now, but Marvolo's orders to treat Harry as second to him still held.
Smiling, Harry stood with Nott and Avery standing swiftly after him. "Of course, I completely understand. Time has flown by. I myself have some essays that are in need of writing," he joked.
"Ah, yes, still working on your own education, while trying to better the education of others. An admirable young man," Tiberius boasted and Harry felt a small swelling of pride. He may not handle compliments well but he was starting to enjoy being appreciated for the efforts he put forth.
"I hope we can exchange letters soon to help your drafting of the legislation," Avery said as they all stepped towards the fireplace.
"Of course, I meet with the Light Faction tomorrow and once I secure some solid supporters I plan to host another meeting to go over the proper wordage. Thank you again for your eager support."
"Do not mention it, Lord Potter," Nott said pleasantly. "We are pleased to be included in this new wave of progression you are igniting."
Harry nodded to each of them again and they nodded in turn, their nods may have included more of their upper bodies than typically required but it was as close to a bow as the men could perform with Tiberius present. Harry appreciated the gesture though. Nott had never bowed to him before during any of the tutoring sessions. And he felt that he might have started winning the man's actual, genuine, support after this.
"Wonderful work, Harry," Tiberius said after both men had disappeared. "Getting allies so soon in the game will do wonders for you in the long run for any future legislation you wish to draft. And Nott and Avery are good allies to have in the Wizengamot. I apologize again for my obvious misjudgment of Yaxley's character. I never imagined him to be so uncouth."
"I appreciate your worry but I don't blame you. I'm sure Yaxley will come to his senses soon. I should be thanking you though for helping put this together."
"Any time, Harry," Tiberius smiled. "A win for you is a win for the Neutral Faction. I gladly offer my services."
"Have a good night, Tiberius," Harry said and smiled as the man disappeared into the green flames.
"Lord Potter, may I introduce you to Lady Longbottom, Lord Macmillan, and Lady Abbott, my friends, allow me to introduce my Faction Leader, Lord Potter-Black-Peverell," Amelia said once everyone had gathered in the Sitting Room of Peverell Manor. Harry stood in the middle of the room and smiled warmly at all of them. Lady Longbottom and Amelia had arrived a few minutes earlier, standing to the side as Lady Abbott and Lord Macmillan huddled by the fireplace.
"It is a pleasure to meet you and I welcome you to my home," Harry said as the guests nodded in greeting, Lady Longbottom was the only one to step forward and shake his hand.
"I confess myself intrigued by this new legislation you wish to put forth. Amelia only said that it could drastically improve our society for centuries to come," Augusta Longbottom said and Harry thought he could detect some of Neville in the woman's eyes.
"Oh, Amelia is far too kind but I appreciate her continued support of my idea. Please, come sit. I had my elves prepare some refreshments, I hope you didn't fill up on too much lunch before arriving."
"You have quite a lovely home, Lord Potter-Black-Peverell," Lady Abbott said kindly, eyes roving the rich elegance.
"Please, Lord Potter will suffice."
"Yet you don't extend the same courtesy to the Chief Wizard," Lord Macmillan commented, his gaze sharp.
Harry forced a simple smile to remain on his face. "That is because the Chief Wizard and myself are at odds with one another. I hope that does not become the case between all of us."
"Come now, Elias, let us focus on the matter at hand," Amelia admonished as Macmillan opened his mouth, he promptly shut it with a nod.
"You are right, Amelia," he admitted, before turning back to face Harry. Harry made sure to appear relaxed and confident as he reclined in his seat but inside his nerves were a frayed mess. This was the meeting he had been most worried about. "Now, do tell us Lord Potter what you wished to discuss."
"Oh yes, no more of this suspense," Lady Abbott said sweetly and Harry saw Hannah's dimpled cheeks and warm blue eyes in her mother's face. Harry hoped she also shared her daughter's sweet nature as well. Lord Macmillan was proving just as pompous as Ernie had originally been, but Ernie had loosened up last year during the DA. Hopefully, his father would do the same. If he didn't prove as open as his son, then Harry knew he would need to lean heavily on Lady Longbottom and Lady Abbott for any future Light Faction dealings.
"Dobby," Harry called out. "Please bring out those refreshments for my guests."
"Of course, Great Master Harry Potter sir." Harry inwardly grimaced at the title but kept his face impassive.
"I never would have suspected you to own a House Elf, Lord Potter," Augusta Longbottom commented, as Dobby promptly delivered the platters of finger sandwiches and pastries. Harry gave a subtle nod to Lady Abbott for her to select the food first. She was his guest and the Light Faction leader and deserved the respect of eating first. "From what my grandson tells me," Lady Longbottom continued while Harry selected his own food before the rest prepared their plates. "Your former classmate Miss Granger is a fervent advocate against such practices."
"Thank you, Dobby," Harry said before the elf disappeared. "I support Hermione's stance on providing rights for House Elves, however, I do not wish to stand between any creature from doing what they love. I actually acquired Dobby by setting him free from his previous owner who behaved terribly towards him. In essence, I saved Dobby from abusive hands, and in return the little elf bound himself to me."
"Who was the previous owner?" Lady Abbott asked looking intrigued, a plate of scones untouched on her lap.
"The Malfoy family," Harry gave an innocent, boyish smile. "I might have tricked Lucius Malfoy into setting Dobby free at the end of my Second Year."
This brought bemused and delighted chuckles from his party guests which had been Harry's goal and intention from the start. He wanted to get their perception of him set in the proper light. A Golden Boy who just wanted to help everyone, using boyhood pranks to foil a man none of them particularly liked. For the moment, the ploy to summon Dobby in their presence seemed to be working.
"Now, the reason I asked you to meet with me. I have an idea that I wish to put forth through the Wizengamot and would like support from the other Factions before I do so."
"We are aware," Lady Longbottom tutted. "Amelia informed us as much. Be prompt now. What are you wishing to do."
"I wish to start a school for pre-Hogwarts aged children."
The silence stretched for a few moments as the three Light Faction members processed. Harry took the chance to observe them. Lady Longbottom looked shrewd, her old age not dimming her senses in the slightest, her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed as she studied him. Lord Macmillan looked confused and dismissive, his large hand cradling his teacup, an arm thrown over the back of the sofa he shared with Lady Abbott. While Lady Abbott kept her sweet smile and dimpled cheeks, looking like she might not have heard him at all. At first glance, Harry thought she appeared rather vacant and maybe a bit air-headed, especially for a Faction Leader and Lady of a Most Ancient and Most Noble House. At second glance, Harry noted the calculating gleam in her eyes that he had almost missed because her eyes were downcast seemingly admiring the lacework on the table runner, portraying a demure and unassuming posture. A Slytherin in Hufflepuff veneer, Harry thought absently and made a note to pay closer attention to Lady Abbott.
"Why do you feel the need to start a school?" Lady Longbottom asked, bringing Harry back from his observations.
"A couple of reasons. I feel that it would be a way to form friendships without the ingrained House prejudices, which will hopefully make the Hogwarts years a little more stress-free. It would be a way to further the Hogwarts curriculum as well. If we are able to teach the children the theory at earlier ages then instead of dedicating most of the first two years to it, the Professors could actually start the practical spellwork sooner. Maybe even getting the chance to reach more advanced spells in later years that they currently don't have the time to teach. It would also be a way of bringing muggle-raised students into our society at an earlier age, properly teaching them about magic and the Wizarding World, our traditions and customs and politics and etiquette, instead of just thrusting them into the scene with less than a month's preparation. I know that as a muggle-raised child myself with no prior knowledge of magic before my eleventh birthday, I would have greatly appreciated knowing about magic."
"You didn't know about magic?" Lady Abbott asked, her vacant look slipping momentarily before sliding back.
"No. My muggle relatives are quite against anything they deem not 'normal'. Magic falls under that category. I had no knowledge that the feats I accomplished were magic until my letter arrived on my birthday, a month before school starts."
"You talk of bringing muggle-raised children into the fold earlier to better educate them. Then why include wizard raised children at the school? What benefit do they get?" Lord Macmillan asked.
"The chance to make some friends. The chance to still learn about magic even if some things they have already been taught. Parents would have some stress relief knowing that their children will be well-cared for during the day while also gaining a satisfactory education. It is my hope that by introducing children to each other at younger ages, they will be able to maintain friendships across House lines during and after Hogwarts. The fact that they get to learn about magic makes it all the better."
"You mentioned etiquette and tradition and customs classes. What exactly would be covered in such classes?" Lady Longbottom asked.
"Well, writing with a quill, for instance, the reasons why we wear robes, the money system, the basics of different creatures like goblins and house elves and centaurs. The fundamental laws and rules of the magical community, such as the restrictions against underage magic and the Statue of Secrecy. Which, by having all of the magical children taught in the same building, decreases the cases for underage magic outbursts in the muggle public, which allows Obliviators the chance to focus on actual cases."
"How do you plan to instruct these children? All of the qualified professors are already at Hogwarts," Lord Macmillan sighed.
"A few ways. I plan to partner with Hogwarts and implement a Professor Training Program of sorts. Professors would have to first work at my school to prove their competency as an instructor before working at Hogwarts. I feel that this would help alleviate sub-par professors, I know in my own experiences at the school having a training program would have prevented four of my five Defense Professors from teaching. A few of my other Professors wouldn't have passed the probation period either. This again will further help improve the Hogwarts curriculum by having exemplary Professors. I also plan to seek out Squibs to teach."
All four adults looked surprised at this and Lord Macmillan was actually gaping. "Squibs! In Merlin's name why?"
"Why not?" Harry asked with a curious head tilt. "I mean they were born into the magical world, they already know all about it. You don't need magic to teach theory, or penmanship, or etiquette, or culture, or math. They are a part of the magical community even if some families think otherwise. This way they remain with their heritage and close to family. I think many of them would leap at the chance to return to their childhood society. If only to spite the families who turned them out."
Lord Macmillan looked affronted at the mere implication that squibs would be turned out of families or actually want to rejoin the society, Harry wasn't sure, maybe both. Lady Abbott was outright smiling now and not her former sweet, dimpled smile. It was a shark's smile behind painted lips.
"Yes, I can see what my grandson meant when he spoke of you, Lord Potter," Lady Longbottom finally said. "You certainly enjoy turning things on their head. I'm quite looking forward to all of your other revolutionary ideas."
"I did say you would be glad you came," Amelia chuckled lightly, taking a sip of her tea.
"Too right you are, Amelia," Lady Abbott simpered, her dimpled smile back in place. "Now, Lord Potter, where would this school be hosted?"
"I planned to offer up Potter Manor," he said and even though Amelia already knew of that plan, she joined Lady Abbott and Lady Longbottom in looking at him with softened and understanding gazes. It made him both warm and highly uncomfortable.
Lord Macmillain squinted at him. "I suppose you might be able to play the political game after all. The sympathy card will only get you so far though."
Harry clenched his jaw for a moment. "While the 'sympathy card' might occur, it is not the reason behind my choosing."
"Care to explain your choice then?" Lord Macmillan asked with a smirk.
"Not really, no," Harry replied shortly. He might have been inclined if it was just the three ladies, but Lord Macmillan was starting to annoy him. "Now, I would like to open the school doors by next January. I believe next September will be too ambitious and I want everything to go smoothly."
"I believe that is an acceptable time frame," Amelia said nodding, her monocle glinting at each dip of her head. "I know you spoke with members of the Dark Faction yesterday, did they seem favorable?"
"Who did you speak with?" Lady Longbottom asked.
"Lords Yaxley, Avery, and Nott. Lord Yaxley did not seem as favorable but Lords Nott and Avery pledged their assistance."
"Corban is an insufferable old fool," Lady Longbottom scoffed.
"Augusta," Lady Abbott admonished.
"Oh don't you 'Augusta' me, Sylvia," Lady Longbottom huffed. "Now, Lord Potter, when do you plan on introducing the legislation and what are you requiring of us, if we pledge support?"
"In another week or so, I plan on hosting another meeting with those who pledged their immediate support to work out the draft wording, and then during the Wizengamot after that meeting, I will put it forth. As for what I require, it will just be your support, your help in drafting the legislation, and maybe helping convince your other Faction members that it is good to support it too. Financial support is appreciated but not a requirement."
Lady Longbottom was nodding. "Easily done. Yes, you have my support. I quite like this idea, I'm astounded it never existed before this. Though from what Neville has said you have quite the gift as an educator yourself, it stands to reason your passion for the idea."
"What age would you start at?" Lady Abbott asked, her eyes focused on him as she sipped her tea. Her plate had three fewer scones but Harry had yet to see her actually eat them.
"I thought that seven to ten would be a good range. It's four years and most children are displaying accidental magic by then."
Lady Abbott nodded slowly, humming softly. "Yes, I believe those are good ages. The Light Faction will support this endeavor."
"Sylvia!" Lord Macmillan spluttered.
"Elias," Lady Abbott said sharply, face stern and hard. The man deflated with a sigh. Sweet smile and dimples returned moments later and she turned to Harry. "I remember your mother in school, she was two years behind me. But she would have been so proud of this idea. Lily would have been your fiercest supporter and spokeswoman."
Harry felt his face redden and he shifted nervously. "Thank you, Lady Abbott."
"Oh, please call me Sylvia."
"Sylvia," Harry replied with a smile. "Please, call me Harry."
"Now, Harry, you'll certainly need to host a few charity balls in order to garner financial support," Sylvia tittered and Harry had the vague impression of Lavender and Pavarti when they started gossiping. Despite the girlish demeanor, Sylvia's blue eyes were analytical and examining. Solidifying Harry's decision to remain in the woman's good graces. "The Light Faction can provide a small sum, as I'm sure the Dark Faction will. Despite this being a Ministry sponsored proclamation, public support will do wonders."
"How do you plan to gain the Chief Wizards support?" Lord Macmillan interjected. "You said yourself, the two of you are on the outs. Albus is very influential. You will need to get back into his good graces if you want this legislation to get proper traction."
"I believe it is the Chief Wizard who needs to regain his good graces with me," Harry countered coldly. "And while Dumbledore is an influential man, he does not run the government nor does he hold a vote on the Wizengamot. I see no reason for his favor."
Lord Macmillan sneered. "Foolish. Whatever petty grievance you hold against Albus, you will need to set it aside if you wish any political success."
"I can assure you any and all grievances I hold are far and beyond petty," Harry said, very nearly spitting out his anger at the assumption but he dug his nails into the palm of his hand and kept hold of his anger. But only slightly. He could feel his anger fueling his magic, it bubbled and simmered just beneath the surface. He envisioned needing an exhausting dueling session as soon as this meeting was over. "And again, Dumbledore does not hold a vote. He is a figurehead, powerful yes but nothing more. Are you saying you are incapable of voting on something without Dumbledore giving his approval? That's a rather bad form for a Lord of a Most Ancient and Most Noble House to require such handholding."
Macmillan surged to his feet and Harry stood a second later, refusing to be intimidated by the man's larger presence. "Why you-"
"Gentlemen," Amelia Bones thundered. She didn't shout but her voice projected just as loudly. "Enough of this childishness. Elias, I expected more from you. Have some decency and respect. And Harry, there is no need for antagonizing a fellow Lord."
Harry took a deep breath. "Of course, you are right, Amelia," he said, giving her a shallow dip of his head before looking back at Macmillan. "Forgive me Lord Macmillan. My young age is no excuse to allow my temper to get the best of me." Harry refused to apologize for his words. He was sorry that he let his temper get the best of him though.
Macmillan looked down his nose, sneered again and then strode to the fireplace. Sylvia tsked as the man vanished in green flames, a small frown maring her gentle features. Harry had the impression of a mother forming the words for a proper scolding.
"Pompous idiot, he is," Augusta tutted, taking a sip of her tea. "He's always been an emotional one. Don't worry, Lord Potter. He'll come around. We'll make sure of it. He's just been blinded by the greatness that is Albus Dumbledore for far too long."
"Why though?" Harry asked, not realizing he spoke out loud.
"Albus helped him and his family out of a spot of trouble a few times over the decades," Sylvia explained briefly. "Augusta is correct though, Harry. Despite Elias's actions, we still support the idea of a school for our children. For our children are our future and deserve the very best."
"Thank you, Ladies," Harry said, reclaiming his seat. His heart still thudded painfully with the adrenaline that had built within him with no outlet to unleash it.
"He is right though. Despite Albus not having a proper vote, his opinion influences a great many," Lady Longbottom commented.
Harry sighed. He had no intention of currying Dumbledore's favor though. No, it would be far more satisfying to ruin the man completely while at the same time passing legislation without his help just to prove how unnecessary he found the old man. Harry refused to lower himself to beg favors from that man or from anyone who acted without his guidance.
"I believe now would be a good time to part ways," Amelia said and Harry nodded, standing with the other two. "I look forward to your next owl and I shall see you in two days' time for the next Wizengamot session."
Harry nodded and shook her hand in goodbye. "Thank you for your help in organizing this, Amelia," he said honestly. "And your continued support of my plans."
Madam Bones tilted her head in acknowledgment and then disappeared through the fireplace.
"I enjoyed meeting with you in person, Harry," Sylvia said. Her sweet smile wasn't as vacant now and more genuine. "Hannah only ever had good things to say about you all last year. She quite enjoyed your little Defense classes."
"I'm glad she enjoyed them. She was a great student, very dedicated. She will be a very formidable witch once she graduates."
Sylvia raised her head in pride and gave him one last nod before sweeping off into the green flames.
"Lady Longbottom," Harry said, facing off with Neville's grandmother for the first time alone.
"None of that now. Just Augusta will work. I do believe we will be working together quite often in the coming years. The Longbottoms and the Potters always held close ties and allegiances with each other. I don't see why this must change just because you are part of a different Faction. It is my hope that my Neville will continue the tradition once he takes the seat."
"It is my great hope as well," Harry replied earnestly. "I consider Neville one of my greatest friends. I depend on him greatly. And please, call me Harry."
Augusta nodded, though her appearance was straight-backed, her eyes shrewd, and her lips pursed, the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth gave away the years creeping up on her. "Best be careful about Albus though, despite your confidence and your good intentions, he is not to be underestimated."
"I understand, Augusta. Thank you."
The woman shook his hand firmly and stepped into the Floo with long even strides.
Harry waited five minutes before Flooing back to Marvolo's office.
Waking up the next morning, Harry felt relatively content. He was making progress with his school and the only plans he had for the day were to study for his classes, afternoon dueling, and then refreshing himself on the upcoming Wizengamot session the day after tomorrow. He would probably work on his five wordless and wandless spells some more too in order to further perfect them. He might even write a letter to his friends just to inquire about their days, he didn't like that most of their correspondence was war and politics related. It would be an easier day and he looked forward to the simple day.
That plan and his good mood crashed and burned during breakfast when Mimsy brought a copy of the Daily Prophet to both him and Marvolo. Harry had gotten tired of waiting for Marvolo to finish and just got his own so they could read it together.
"Marvolo," Harry hissed coldly, looking at the headline.
Marvolo's eyes burned and Harry could almost see the red flames dancing in fury. "The culprit will suffer," was the soft response, malicious in its velvet tones. "I will call a Gathering tonight. The screams will be satisfying."
Harry looked back at the paper held between his fingers, the edges crumpling in his rage. He didn't recognize the reporter but that was an afterthought as he stared at the headline covering the majority of the front page:
HARRY POTTER MUGGLE KILLER!: Dumbledore claims inside sources confirm Potter's Muggle Hunting pastimes.
"Get me Rita Skeeter. I want an interview with her NOW!" Harry fumed, slamming the article down and standing up so violently that his chair fell backward. "No...get me a whole damn press conference."