Unofficial Portkey Archive

Chapter 11

"Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Lords and Ladies, Members and Proxy Members of the Wizengamot of Great Britain and Northern Ireland call you to readiness to serve the subjects of Her Royal Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and of Her other Realms and Territories, Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith!"

Hermione settled into her seat, eagerly awaiting the forthcoming debate and vote. When they arrived back from the Caribbean, they'd immediately portkeyed to Rowan Hill.

It was Hestia's first visit to the magnificent home of the Potters, but she'd set it aside when Rauri arrived. Taking the luggage, he gravely intoned, "Steward Lupin shall meet you in the Master's study."

No one blinked at the gravity of Rauri's proclamation. If the law made it legal to hunt werewolves, it also made it legal to hunt - and murder - house elves.

James and Sirius rounded the Lord of the Manor's desk to read the pre-positioned copy of the `Human Rights Bill' addendum to the Appropriations Bill for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for Fiscal Year 1995. Lily and Hestia shared another copy between themselves. Just as Hermione was about to lose patience and grab a copy from someone, Remus strode into the room.

"Good, you've read the bill." Nodding to James and Sirius he added, "I've been contacted by Sir Edward Grey and Lord Salisbury. They want to talk. In fact, they were very eager to speak with the two of you."

Hermione nodded. Sir Edward Grey and Lord Salisbury were leaders in the Wizengamot who held sway in both the muggle and magical governments. The men had been the Foreign Secretary and Prime Minister, respectively, in the mundane government. In fact, for many years, Lord Salisbury had been both Prime Ministers and Foreign Secretary. With the extended lifespans of wizards, they'd had to `die' to the world when they were in their seventies.

Salisbury was currently in the latter half of his second century and the elder statesman of the Wizengamot. He'd never sought the Chief Warlock position, electing to work with Sir Edward to be the kingmakers of the body. It always struck Hermione as odd that these two men were staunch allies for in the mundane government, Lord Salisbury had been a Conservative while Sir Edward had been a Liberal.

Although ennobled in the mundane world as Viscount Grey of Fallodon, Sir Edward preferred to be addressed in the Wizengamot by his magical title as the Baronet of Fallodon.

Not only were the elder statesmen allowing James and Sirius into their councils, but also to invite them was a sign of change. Both men, while not pureblood supremacists, were staunch conservatives in the Wizengamot. While the Potters hadn't been historically liberal, they had been a progressive element over time. The Blacks…well they all hoped no one would hold his ancestry against Sirius.

This shift by the movers and shakers of the British Magical government was an indication of the consolidation. There must be more afoot than merely this bill for Salisbury and Sir Edward to make overtures to James and Remus.

Fully formed into her mind, a most disturbing thought appeared. To the rest of the family, Hermione's expression would have been horribly funny had she not whispered in fear, "The Goblins."

Lily's eyes widened. "They'll revolt," she concluded.

James sat heavily in his chair, his head in his hands, "And the economy will fall like a stone. No one will be able to access their money."

In stunned amazement, Lily wondered aloud, "They had to think of this. No one is that stupid." Turning to Sirius, she asked, "Who sponsored this bill?"

Scanning the top of the parchment, Sirius read, but it was Remus who answered. "Joseph Jugson."

"Why?" Lily shouted. "What does he hope to gain?"

Hermione fully understood the redheaded witch's frustration. The elite, rich pureblood Death Eater supporter would lose immensely should this bill become law. For that matter, so too would Malfoy, Macnair and Lestrange lose access to their fortunes. "Why?" Hermione whispered.

"They don't expect the bill to become law. They can't, it's too radical," Hestia muttered as she read through the text of the bill. Tapping a stray quill against the side of her nose, she muttered, "So what's to be gained by this bill?"

Hestia was all business. Hermione was surprised at the change in the woman. After the faux pas in the spa, the blonde woman had sought out Hermione's company nearly every day. They'd had long talks and walks becoming better acquainted. The Smartest Witch of the Age had been impressed by the effort by the woman and began to form a real affection for the woman who would become her adopted stepmother. That's an odd title.

Switching gears from the affable woman to the mien of the witch who was an Area Director of British Magical Foreign Relations, Hestia told the group, "The ministry has a hand in this in some way." Gesturing at the copy in her hands, the blonde expanded as she thought aloud, "This is too encompassing and has very pointed language. This was at least co-written by a Ministry insider." Frowning, she told her lover in an aside, "You need to insure that Fudge isn't backing this."

Nodding, Sirius sighed. "I really don't know what I'm doing with all this."

Privately, Hermione agreed that James and Sirius were about to be tempered in the fires of politics. Sirius had sat his seat for one session and James a handful spread across thirteen years.

Lily turned to James who beat her to the punch, "I'll talk to Fahgmather at Gringotts. He'll be beating the war drums should that rubbish pass. I just want to talk to Salisbury and Sir Edward first." She nodded before returning to ruminate over the document.

Remus' chuckle broke the tense atmosphere and in a comedic moment, everyone looked to him with an expectant expression. Holding up his hands, he explained, "I'm just really glad I reached you all because I'd no idea what to do. That was a laugh of relief."

Hestia motioned Sirius toward the door, "Love, I know you're still finding your feet with this politics thing, but you've got the first lesson down flat." When he regarded her quizzically, she smiled, "You know what your constituency desires."

Sirius barked a laugh, "Yeah, my constituency is me." She mock glared at him so he added, "And you of course, my love." His expression sobering, he added, "I still don't have any real idea what to do, though."

Chuckling, she told him, "That is why you're about to change clothes before heading over to The Reserve to meet with Sir Edward and Lord Salisbury before you go to Gringotts to warn and mollify the Goblins," Hestia reminded Sirius as she gently shoved him out the door. "Go. You need guidance that we can't provide. Go."

Nodding, Sirius left but not before Hermione saw an expression on his face she'd never expected: uncertainty. Sirius was one of the most decisive men she'd ever known. Like Harry and James, the three men were not afraid of making a decision. If they found it to be the wrong choice, they'd course correct, making a new decision to get back on track. For him to be hesitant and indecisive, he must truly be at sea in this situation.

"Come on, Padfoot. Let's get going," James cajoled. James had the advantage of having been tutored by his father as he grew up. Charlus Potter had been a giant in the Wizengamot and any of his tutelage was to be respected.

Sirius turned back into the room. Catching Hermione's eye, he told her, "Hestia will be on the Government bench, but I want you in the Heir seat. You'll need to see this."

Smiling, she couldn't help but feel good that he remembered her in this stressful situation. "I'll be ready. Tomorrow at one?"

"One," he nodded before giving her a brief smile. Kissing Hestia, he headed out after James.

.oOo.

James led the way into the private rooms of Sir Edward Grey at his club, The Reserve. In the traditional décor of dark woods and leather, the aroma of tobacco and fine whisky mixed with the chatter by knots of men deep in discussions.

"You should have seen him. Fastest Seeker I've ever seen…"

"Yes, well, you know my family has significant interest in that sector, so I'd be obliged if you could see your way…"

"That stupid whore couldn't keep her bloody mouth shut…"

James rolled his eyes at the last. Obviously, someone was doing something - or someone - he ought not. Prongs had a reputation for being a ladies man at school, but in reality, Lily had been his second girlfriend. He'd dated Alice Strothers for a grand total of three weeks before she threw him over for Frank Longbottom. He'd not been too crushed. James was an incurable flirt, though. However, that was more a function of his extrovert nature than being a man-whore.

Sirius, though…

His thoughts were bouncing from topic to topic as his brain whirled. Like a soldier in the heat of a battlefield, his consciousness was hyper aware and acutely focusing on all the details around him as he focused his intellect on the problem in front of him: The Human Rights Bill and the repercussions therein.

Opening the door, James led a silent Sirius into Sir Edward's permanently reserved rooms.

Two old men looked up as the young wizards entered. The early afternoon sun illuminated the room in a rainbow of colours through the stained glass window on the wall. The scene depicted of the Battle of Hastings seemed oddly appropriate.

Refocusing on the men, James regarded some of the most famous politician ever to grace the British governments - both magical and mundane. Salisbury was famous for the bushy beard he wore in his youth. He maintained it even now when it was snow white. Trimmed and neat, it was the only hair on his head aside from outrageously shaggy eyebrows.

Sir Edward was lean with iron grey hair. His piercing blue eyes held very little warmth but more than a little intensity. His wife had died nearly one hundred years before, and those who knew the man said that he never got over losing his Dorothy. He'd remarried sixteen years later, but it had been a marriage of convenience for both parties. She had passed during the Forties and most wondered if Sir Edward even missed her. Throwing himself into politics as a relief from his inner demons, he'd risen to the heights of both magical and mundane worlds.

Neither man rose, but Salisbury indicated the two empty seats with a silent wave of his hand. Both men resumed their late lunch; grouse for Sir Edward and Cornish Hen for Lord Salisbury.

When Blackmoor and Richmond took their seats, Sir Edward amiably asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Taken aback at the inconsequential, yet strangely intimate question, James replied, "No, sir. We've not had time. My steward contacted us in the Caribbean while on holiday and we returned immediately."

Sir Edward handed James and Sirius menus before returning to his grouse.

Trying to maintain his equilibrium, James glanced at the menu before noting the house elf's name at the bottom of the menu. In a conversational voice, he announced, "Sippy, I'd like the wild boar with greens."

Sirius added, "I'd like the Filet Mignon."

Moments later, the two dishes appeared in front of the two men. In silence, the four men ate. The memories of his youth with his father in situations like this filled James mind. British magical politics was supposed to be a civilized effort and many times, one expressed allegiances in the niceties. Fallodon and Salisbury would never have eaten with Richmond and Blackmoor had they any intention of hostilities.

The Marquess of Salisbury leaned back in his chair, an involuntary contented sigh escaping him as he did so. Cocking his head to one side, he regarded James.

Unable to avoid feeling as he were being judged James smothered the desire to fidget. At that point, Sirius came to the rescue.

Nudging his cousin in the side, Sirius whispered, "Prongs…"

That nickname reminded James of who he was. He was a powerful wizard who'd fought, killed and bled for what he believed. He was the heir of Charlus Potter, the best man he'd ever known and the father of Harry, a young man who would become the most famous and powerful wizard to be seen in Britannia since a young half Roman by the name of Myrddin Emrys was born oh so long ago.

He was James Charlus Potter and he bowed before no man.

With a bit more steel in his spine, he caught Salisbury's eye, daring the old wizard to find him wanting. The soft smile under the beard gave away the game. Not resenting the man's efforts, James returned the smile.

Grey's soft clearing of his throat gathered everyone's attention. "Gentlemen, I believe we all know why we are here." Sober nods accompanied the statement, Blackmoor frowning as he did. "For some reason, the arch conservative pureblood movement is forcing a confrontation with this bill."

Frowning, James couldn't help but speak, "You mean the Death Eater contingent."

Dryly, Sir Edward replied, "Quite. They are forcing this situation and we must defeat this bill."

"Yes, yes," Salisbury growled, "And we shall, but the question remains, Edward. Why? And the answer is easy to see."

"It is?" Sirius yelped. James couldn't help but smile along with Sir Edward. He hoped his own inexperience wasn't as blatantly obvious as Sirius'.

"Yes, young man," Salisbury rebuked softly. "They are forcing the entire Wizengamot to declare themselves as either supporters of the so-called Death Eater agenda or in opposition to the same."

"But why?" James wondered. "Actually, why now?" he corrected. His befuddlement clear on his face, he turned to both of the older men as he said, "I would have understood had this vote come fifteen years ago when Voldemort," to their credit, neither man reacted, "Was running rampant, but now? To what end do they work towards by forcing the legislators to declare themselves now?"

"We don't know," the soft spoken Sir Edward replied. "We do know that we must marshal the votes to bury this…" the distaste was evident on his face as he gestured to a pile of forms on the table.

"The Goblins," James brought up.

"Yes, that is a most troublesome and touchy aspect of this patch of nastiness," Sir Edward agreed approvingly. "Your thoughts?" he tested.

"I have a somewhat personal relationship with the head of the Great Goblin Horde," James ventured, confident in his assessment of Fahgmather's role. "I could call on him this afternoon at the bank to both prepare him and attempt to reassure and soothe him."

"Soothe a goblin?" Salisbury asked with more than a touch of humour. "Is that possible?"

Sirius snorted, "Oh yes, Richmond and Fahgmather have an understanding of sorts." James gave a small smile as it appeared that Sirius was becoming a little more comfortable in the august company. Rarely did Sirius use their titles as a casual name, but in this room with a Marquess and a Viscount along with the two Earls, it was completely in order.

"How very interesting," Sir Edward commented. Steepling his fingers in front of his mouth, he leaned back in his chair, regarding James and Sirius with new eyes. "Blackmoor, I understand you have an arrangement with Director Jones in Foreign Relations?"

James blindly grabbed Sirius' arm. He knew that Padfoot wouldn't take too kindly to this type of question, but James had an idea where the old Foreign Office hand was heading with the question.

Surprising his cousin, Sirius calmly replied, "Yes, we are recently affianced."

"Congratulations. I would suggest you make some inquiries into the government circles to see who on that bench is supporting this…" his distaste was again apparent, as Sir Edward was unable to disparage the Human Rights Bill accurately. "I believe that the toad woman whom Cornelius calls his Undersecretary is the `inside man' for this little effort."

Salisbury grunted, "She's ugly as sin but not a Death Eater."

Remembering the Yule Ball at Hogwarts, James commented, "She's an extraordinary bigot. Regardless of her status in support of Voldemort, she would most likely wholeheartedly support that…" James followed Sir Edward in his inability to name, politely, the Human Rights Bill.

"That steaming pile of shite," Sirius declared. Apparently, Padfoot was tired of beating about the bush.

Salisbury looked surprised before he began to laugh a creaky, dry chuckle. Again, Sir Edward replied, "Quite," but this time there was a small smile lurking about the edge of his mouth as his eyes flared with amusement.

"Sir Edward and I shall begin calling on the others; insuring that we have the necessary votes in hand before tomorrow's session. Dumbledore has already been by to pledge his block in opposition to this," he smiled at Sirius, "to this steaming pile of shite. So too has Aldershanks. Between those blocks and the votes between us four we have most of what is needful."

Sir Edward picked up the thread, "I've sent notes to Darcy, Fitzwilliam and Bennett asking them to come over later this evening. Based on their interests and past records, I believe they will also pledge their votes."

James was tallying votes in his head, but lost track. "I'm sorry, but how many votes do Fitzwilliam and Bennett marshal?"

"Seven and twelve respectively," Salisbury croaked. Coughing, the old man took a sip of his newly appeared after meal port. "You've a good mind for all this, young Richmond, like your father before you. These little facts are very important in the day to day infighting of our government."

James nodded his head, acknowledging the combined compliment and rebuke. Whether or not he decided to fully immerse himself in the Wizengamot was yet to be seen. Once Voldemort was a cooling corpse, he'd revisit the issue.

Standing, James nodded to the elder statesmen as he Duplicated the `steaming pile of shite' before shrinking it. "I should return soon, the goblins are delightfully direct in these matters."

Sirius stood, wiping his mouth. "I'll either send word or return. If you don't hear from me by…" he glanced at the clock on the mantle of the fireplace. "If you don't hear from me by ten, I'll be here at eight in the morning."

Salisbury gave a smile as Sir Edward rose. The lean man shook both of the young peers' hands before gracing them with a smile, "It seems that it shall be good to work with the two of you."

Warmed by the compliment, James smiled in reply. "'Til later."

.oOo.

Watching his father and godfather hurry from the room, Harry decided to take action on the little idea he had a few days before. Squeezing Hermione's hand, he told her, "I'll catch up with you later." The cant of his head toward Remus told volumes.

She cocked her eyebrow, for he'd told her about his concerns and they'd talked about it at length. He nodded, acknowledging her unspoken question. "Good luck," she whispered before heading out.

Lily and Hestia left, leaving Harry and Remus. Turning to the Lycan, he saw Remus watching him, a half smile on his worn face. "What did you want to talk about, Harry?"

Not bothering to contest Remus' assumption, he sat on the leather couch. Remus sat opposite him in a wingback chair.

"I missed you this last week," Harry began simply.

Remus looked down, pursing his lips in thought. Harry couldn't help but have his heart go out to his uncle. The man had seen and had such heartache in his relatively short life. No matter what anyone says, the human condition seems to need a mate with whom one shares his or her life. Harry couldn't imagine his life without Hermione any longer. True, he had his friends back in his life, but Moony didn't have a mate or the prospects of one any time soon

However, that was Remus' own fault.

"I was busy here," the older man tried to explain.

Snorting, Harry retorted, "Bollocks."

"Excuse me?" Remus snapped. The indignation was warring with embarrassment at being caught in a lie by the teenager who was no teen. Harry narrowed his eyes at his former professor for a long moment.

"Bollocks, I said and still say. If you don't want to tell me the truth, that's fine. If you don't think it's any of my business, tell me to bugger off, but don't fucking lie to me Moony." Nearly sneering, he added, "And don't get all high and mighty with me, either, Professor."

Completely nonplussed, Remus stared.

Harry was glad his tactic seemed to be working. He'd talked it over with his Mum, Dad and Hermione in separate discussions and all agreed that if anyone could pull this off, it was Harry.

"You didn't come because it was either your continuing pig-headedness about money or the fact that you've no girlfriend. Either way, it's your own fault." Standing from the couch, Harry glared at Remus, "I thought that having Mum and Dad along with Sirius back in your life meant something to you. Apparently, I was wrong."

Taking a long step toward the door, Harry felt a shiver of fear. What if the gambit failed? He was going for broke right out of the gate.

"Hold on a goddam minute!" Remus shouted.

Harry had to swallow a smile. It worked.

Turning back to Moony, Harry nearly took a step back in fear. The man was quivering with emotion, nearly irate. "I have loved those three since before you were born you little squit. Where the hell do you get off saying those things to me?"

"Oh, you loved them so much that you didn't come on holiday with us. You love them so much that you spend most of your time holed up here in your office when you're not teaching Hermione and me. Yeah, you love them lots and lots." Adopting an insulting little boy tone, Harry mocked, "I so sorry Unka Moony. I was wrong."

To an extent, Harry understood Remus' predicament. As The Boy-Who-Lived, Harry was subject to a cycle of reverence and ridicule that he found to be incredibly hurtful. Remus was in a similar cycle. He'd get to know people and become friends. Once they found out about his Lycanthropy, he was usually left behind in short order.

Even Prongs, Padfoot and Lily had left him, even if it hadn't been of their own volition. His mother had commented that he'd withdrawn from his friends in the years immediately following Hogwarts. It was this behaviour which had caused James and Lily to doubt their friend, not understanding the true motive behind Remus' actions.

Moony would have placated his lifelong friends with calming words. He would have completely ignored Hestia and even Hermione. However, Harry was, and always would be, `Little One' in Remus' heart. Like explosives, the words that Harry was hurling at Remus were designed to hurt. They were designed to irritate and hopefully even puncture the armour that Remus wore to shut out the world.

To have a chance to reason with Remus, to have a chance to work at bringing Remus truly into their family, Harry had to get past the defences that Remus had built over the years to protect himself from the painful world in which he lived. The problem was that the defences not only kept those out who would hurt him, they also kept out those who would love him.

True, Remus did participate in Christmas and regularly ate with the family, but he always held himself apart. Even Harry could tell that he was trying to protect himself from being hurt in the future should James, Lily, Sirius or the teens `come to their senses' and reject him.

Fool.

"I so sorry Unka Moony. I was wrong."

"You bastard," Remus whispered as his face paled to the colour of chalk.

"Actually, I believe you know that my parents were married at the time of my birth, so I am not, technically, a bastard." The expression on Remus' face made Harry think that maybe he'd gone a step too far with the last taunting.

When Moony sat heavily in the chair, holding his head in his hands, Harry switched gears. When talking it over with Hermione, he asked her how he should act. Her response had been simple, "How would you want me to confront you?" That had been all the prompting he'd needed.

"Remus," he whispered. Gently, he laid his hand on his uncle's shoulder. "We love you more than you know. It hurts us to see you stay away from what you need so much. You need us as we need you. Remember what you told me back in November? We must fix how we're broken."

Eyes blinking tears, Remus looked into Harry's sad face. Looking like a lost child, Remus waited for what he had to hear so that he could accept. "We need you and you need us. You aren't a werewolf in this family; you're Remus Lupin, Moony of the Marauders and my uncle whom I treasure."

There was no more prevarication. They were both past that point. Harry was inside Remus' defences and both knew it. The time for lies was long past so Remus could only nod his understanding and acceptance of Harry's words.

It was time.

It was time for the self-pity to be thrown to the winds.

It was time for the self-loathing to be scattered to the four corners of the seas.

It was time to move on.

The curse would always be a part of him, but it didn't have to define him. Harry knew all too well about that fact. It was the reason he loathed being called The Boy-Who-Lived. He didn't want to be defined by his parents supposed death while he survived.

He'd much rather be defined as the son of James and Lily, lover of Hermione, Quidditch Seeker or something else. It was part of the lesson that Remus had taught him and which he was trying to remind his mentor. He was trying to tell and show Remus that he didn't have to let the curse define him.

Roughly, Remus pulled the dark haired young man into his arms. "I love you Harry. Thank you for being brave enough…for being strong enough to do this."

"We're family, Remus. For family, I'd do anything."

.oOo.

Hermione turned away from the open door, having heard everything that just transpired between Remus and Harry. She waited until she turned the corner to wipe the tears from her face and softly blow her nose.

Despite his emotionally stunted upbringing and the damage done by his animalistic relatives, Harry possessed the ability to touch those about him in the most meaningful ways. She didn't know how he did it, but Harry could instinctively reach out to those in need, addressing their pain in his plainspoken way, inevitably helping them in ways she'd never been able to fathom.

Remus wasn't `fixed', far from it. Nevertheless, Harry had helped him break down the walls of his own construction. Walls that Harry himself had in his own psyche until not too long before. The return of his parents, falling in love with Hermione and the return of Sirius and Remus into his life had forced Harry to reach out in ways he'd never dreamed he would or could.

Turning the corner toward the kitchen, Hermione found Lily leaning on the wall.

"How'd it go?" the redheaded witch asked.

Hermione smiled. Had Harry grown up with this woman as his day-to-day caretaker, he'd never have got away with anything.

"It went far better than I expected."

Lily gave a deep sigh of relief. "Good." Hooking her arm in Hermione's, she told the younger witch, "Let's get a spot of tea. I find myself in need of fortification." The amused twinkle in Lily's eye coupled with the ersatz haughty tone caused Hermione to laugh.

She truly loved being in this family.

.oOo.

"Good afternoon, Ashcraik. I need to speak with Fahgmather immediately."

The goblin raised his hairy eyebrows. First, Richmond had addressed him by his true name not that teasing juvenile appellation and second he was nearly demanding a meeting with the Head of the Horde.

After all that transpired the previous fall, the Senior Teller knew that Richmond and Blackmoor were throwing their not inconsiderable support behind the Goblin Nation. Due to the realities of modern politics, the two men had to work behind the scenes in order to make any headway.

Regarding the man for a moment, what he saw gave him a spike of fear for the first time in over three hundred years. Slightly wide unblinking eyes that held his gaze combined with nostrils flaring and a slight flush told the goblin that the walking roast in front of him was either in a near panic, excitement or a mix of both. Despite the man's habitual juvenile behaviour, Ashcraik knew that James Potter was a warrior. For Richmond to be in such a state and demanding to see Fahgmather…the two conditions at the same time did not bode well for the Goblin Nation.

A short nod preceded his grunt of assent. Heaving his bulk from the high stool that was his prerogative as Senior Teller of all Tellers at Gringotts London, Ashcraik beckoned to James. Leading the man to a nearby waiting area, he opened the door.

All jocularity was missing from the usual exchanges. The Goblin sniffed at the idea that most humans wouldn't understand the subtlety of Goblin humour anyway. "Wait here. We shall return shortly."

"Thank you, Ashcraik," the Potter lord muttered distractedly. He moved to the table, withdrawing a shrunken sheaf of parchment from his pocket as he walked. As the parchment was resized, the Goblin saw a flash of the seal of the Wizengamot.

This couldn't be good. He decided to run to Fahgmahter's office.

.oOo.

With a pop, Sirius arrived at Rowan Hill. Greeted by Rauri, he asked the elf, "Miss Jones? Is she still here?"

Rauri nodded before replying, "She is in your rooms, my Lord."

Not wanting to waste time, he Apparated to the rooms they shared in the east wing of the second floor. The loud shriek caused him to drop to the floor, avoiding whatever must be threatening him.

"Sirius Black!"

Turning his head, he saw his mostly naked fiancée glaring at him with her hands on her hips. Her lacily clad hips.

"Nice knickers," he commented. It was all she was wearing.

Ignoring his lusty grin and comment, she yelled at him, "What the hell are you doing scaring the life out of me?"

Gods above and below, but he loved her. Ignoring her nakedness, she was showing all the fire and passion that she usually kept tightly under wraps. Standing, he straightened his robes before approaching her. Without replying, he took her into his arms and kissed her deeply.

Her struggles ended quickly before she returned his kiss eagerly.

Breaking off, he panted, "Not that I don't want some afternoon delight, but we really don't have the time. I need your help."

Nipping his lower lip, she gave his arse a squeeze, "You owe me." Spinning toward `her' closet, she asked over her shoulder, "What's going on?"

.oOo.

James had decided that the blunt truth was the best method to approach Fahgmather. Since he was approaching the goblin as `James' and not `Lord Richmond, High Councillor of the Wizengamot', he figured that directness was best.

Placing a copy of the Human Rights Bill in front of the spare chair, he waited. After only two minutes, the door opened to admit a panting Ashcraik along with a scowling Fahgmather.

Cutting to the chase, James indicated to the spare copy of the bill while handing his own copy to Ashcraik. Apparently, the Senior Teller was in the confidences of the Head of the Horde, so James adopted the same attitude.

It took less than a minute before Fahgmather reacted. James wasn't sure what he'd expected. Goblins aren't big on emotional displays - aside from grumpiness - so screaming or whatnot was definitely out. The reptilian glare was very intimidating, though.

"Why are you here, human?" Fahgmather asked in a low, dangerous tone.

Rolling his eyes, James decided to shake things up a bit. With more than a bit of humour, he snarked, "Because, Fuckyourmother and Asscrack, I am attempting to avert a near catastrophic Goblin Rebellion and…" the twinkle in his eye faded, "…and because I don't want this insanity to be realized as law."

The simmering anger and resentment flared from the goblin's eyes to his entire expression, "Yet, you bring this?"

"Oh, come now, man! If I had it out for you and your race, would I have brought this in the first place? Would I have given eight interviews over the last eight months espousing equality among the magical races? Would I?" Now it was James' turn to scowl, "My fourteen year old son is far more mature than you."

There was a long heartbeat of silence where James thought he might have crossed the line with the Goblins. They weren't known for their finer feelings or expressing themselves in a controlled manner when angry. Nor did they tolerate insults well. Nevertheless, he was not expecting laughter.

It started when Fahgmather began to grin that gave way to a chuckle. The chuckle became laughter, which gave birth to full on roaring. Both Ashcraik and Fahgmather carried on for a long minute before their merriment subsided.

"Good, good…" Fahgmather muttered to himself. Much more under control of his anger and mirth, he asked, "What are you doing about this…?" he gestured to the document as his words trailed off.

"Sir Edward Grey, Lord Salisbury, Lord Blackmoor and I are building the coalition to defeat the bill. Unfortunately, the bill is a rider on the DMLE Appropriations bill for the next fiscal year. We'll have to have the budget resubmitted at a later date, but that's just an annoyance more than anything."

Fahgmather grunted as he frowned. Re-reading the bill, he scowled once again.

"It is my intent," James began with more confidence than he felt, "To address the Wizengamot and express my certainty that the Goblin Nation shall revolt should that," he jabbed his finger at the bill, "Become law. And that the Goblin Nation would be justified in doing so."

Fahgmather was silent as he leaned back in his chair. Tapping his long fingers against his chin, he observed, "That is a very interesting statement." For the first time, he turned to Ashcraik, "Very interesting indeed, don't you agree Senior Teller?"

Ashcraik nodded silently as he glared.

"I say that so that you are forewarned that I shall be taking some bold steps to insure this bill does not pass. At the same time, Sir Edward is confident that we have the votes in hand right now to squash the effort. He needs a few allies to check in before categorically declaring success."

"Wise he is," Fahgmather muttered. After a long moment, the head of the Horde told James, "We shall show restraint during your debate."

Eyes narrowing, the head of the Great Goblin Horde threw the parchment on the table as he added, "But know this, should that become law, there will be war and many shall die."

.oOo.

Hestia was dressed in her smart, pinstripe robes. Somewhat form fitting, they showed to the world that Hestia Jones - soon to be Countess Blackmoor -was a very attractive witch. Without being crass, that is.

Sirius at her side, she suppressed a smile. Her earlier display of anger had left her `all worked up' without the time to do anything about it. Padfoot was in for the shag of his life later this evening. Turning a corner, she put on her game face.

"This is her office," she muttered out of the side of her mouth.

Sirius nodded before turning on the charm. Grinning his devilish smile, he approached Amelia Bones' secretary. "Hello, darling. Is Director Bones in this afternoon?" Leaning into her personal space just enough to be intimate, he added in a husky undertone, "Sirius Black to see her."

Hestia nearly rolled her eyes when the young witch flushed and stammered, "I-I-I'll see…that is - she's in, but…"Bolting from her seat the attractive brunette secretary hurried to the door, smiling back to Sirius as she did so.

When the door shut, Sirius cackled to himself, "I can't help being awesome, awesomeness just happens. Still got it."

"No you don't," Hestia corrected.

When he turned to her, a confused expression on his face, she pulled him into a rough kiss. "I've got it."

His goofy grin was all he could muster before the Director's office opened. They secretary reappeared, an expectant expression on her face. With a breathy voice, she told them, "Ms Bones will see you, sir."

Sirius turned back to the girl, his smouldering smile returning. "Thank you, my dear." He gave her hand a squeeze as he passed and Hestia could have sworn she heard the girl whimper.

The secretary's gaze absently swept to the blonde witch. Hestia was surprised when the girl recoiled forcefully. Apparently, the blonde witch's expression was transmitting something along the lines of, "He's mine, back off bitch!"

Closing the large double doors behind her, Hestia heard Sirius, "Amelia, so good to see you again."

When Hestia turned back, Sirius added, "You know my fiancée, Area Director Jones?"

Hestia liked and respected Amelia Bones. A career civil servant, Amelia had risen to the heights of government in a strictly patriarchal society. True, she'd had to sacrifice a family to do so, but in an unfortunate stroke of luck, she'd gained custody of her brother's infant daughter in the closing days of the last war. The rumour mill seemed to be right in stating that the Director was devoted to her niece. Many times, she'd taken leave for the two weeks after Hogwarts let out for the year as well as arranging for meetings in Hogsmeade that `happened' to coincide with the Hogwarts Hogsmeade visits.

`Of course," the redhead replied to Sirius. Turning to Hestia, she gave a modest smile, "My felicitations on your engagement," her smile became impish when she added, "Even if it's to this man-child."

Theatrically raising his hand to his chest, Sirius moaned, "You wound me, my dear."

They all laughed as they moved to Amelia's sitting area in front of the large fireplace. "Tea?" she asked.

Shaking her head, Hestia declined, "I'm sorry, Ma'am, we really don't have a lot of time."

"It's that disgusting rider that Jugson added to my budget, isn't it?"

"Exactly," Sirius replied. "Who's his hatchet man?" he asked. Hestia had tutored him about the process to append such a pointed rider to a well-established appropriations bill like the DMLE budget. There was always a Ministry person who had to shepherd the process. Amelia Bones knew everyone and where every skeleton was buried.

"That bitch Umbridge, of course," the no nonsense Director answered. "She's been raving for years about `half-breed' this and that. Should have found a way to `accidently' shove her through the Veil or into a vat of bloody acid. Something…" Shaking her head, she resumed, "She finally found a sympathetic ear in that fool Jugson."

Frowning, Hestia asked, "You think that Umbridge is behind this? I was thinking that he used her inside knowledge and expertise to design his bill. If it's the other way `round, then I'm all back to front."

Amelia paused, frowning. Leaning back in her chair, she tapped her middle finger on the arm of the chair. The tune was familiar to Hestia, but she couldn't put the name on the piece. A Beethoven sonata, she thought.

"You may be right," Bones admitted. "Umbridge is incredibly stupid. The more I think about it, the more I find it unlikely that she started this whole thing. She's much more of an opportunist who'd work with someone else to achieve her ends."

"Fudge?" Sirius asked, his meaning clear.

"I think that as likable as Cornelius Fudge is personally, he must be the dimmest man I've ever met. Ever. If he's involved with this I'll eat my hat."

Hestia really liked Amelia Bones. Used to working with foreign relations personnel all day, the Director's candour was refreshing.

"Who's on the DMLE committee?" Sirius asked. Hestia nodded approvingly, it was a prescient question.

"Well, Jugson is the chair with Malfoy, that mental defective Goyle along with Boot, Diggle, MacMillan and Aldershanks."

"So Jugson could ramrod any rider he wants to the bill whenever he wants," Sirius observed in an undertone.

"I don't understand why, though," Hestia muttered. "It makes no sense."

Bones snorted before shaking her head. "What?" Sirius asked.

Regarding the Lord Blackmoor with an incredulous eye, she told him in terms meant for toddlers, "This bill will stop my budget from becoming approved. The fiscal year ends on May thirty first. Come June first, I'll either be shut down or you idiots in the Wizengamot will have to pass a Continuing Resolution or - heaven help us all - get off your lazy arses to pass my budget."

Hestia went cold. How could they not have seen this? "Wait," she countered. "The DMLE budget is already negotiated; this rider just delays its passage. The vote tomorrow will send it down, but it can be resubmitted next week, unaltered."

"And what inanity will be added next week?"

Pursing her lips, Hestia glanced at Sirius to see him deep in thought. Her first reaction was to dismiss Amelia as being parochial and viewing the Wizengamot machinations though her own DMLE coloured glasses.

However, she might have a point.

Might.

"But why? Why cripple the DMLE now?" Hestia asked again. There was no answer.

.oOo.

James arrived home late in the afternoon. Greeted by Rauri, the Lord Richmond asked, "My wife and son, where are they, good Rauri?" The hint of cheek brought a wry grin to the old elf's withered features.

"Why, my Lord, don't you already know?" the old elf bantered. A flash of white teeth was the only giveaway at his humour.

"Rauri, you know we can't function without you," James moaned.

"True."

"You little scamp!" James protested, momentary delight filling him up like a glass with water. It'd been a hard day and he needed this bit of fun. However, back to business.

"Seriously, where are they, Rauri?"

Nodding now that they were back into their roles, the major domo of Rowan Hill replied with his usual gravity, "Lady Richmond is in her study while Lord Harry and Lady Hermione are studying in the Library."

"Excellent. Would you please ask Harry and Hermione to meet me in Lily's study?" he asked as he hustled off down the hall.

Moments later, he turned into Lily's study. She'd converted the Lady of the Manor's study from its Louis XIV style to a combination workshop and potions laboratory. Rauri had nearly cried when the fine furniture had been stored and the tapestries and woodwork taken down. Nevertheless, Lily's study was far more functional than decorative. It was not intended for public consumption.

Lily's head was bent over a bubbling cauldron, her beautiful hair up in a messy knot on her head. No matter how many times he saw her, James always smiled as he realized anew that she'd chosen him. Shaking away the wonder, he greeted, "Hey, love."

"Just a minute," she replied. Her slow, deliberate stirrings in seemingly random motions told James that she was brewing some extremely rare and most likely powerful potion. He'd scored an E on his potions NEWT, but he always felt like a firstie next to his wife when she discussed or brewed potions.

The pattering of feet outside the room told him that his kids were almost there. Kids, he chided himself. Nearly adults themselves which was why he had returned home.

As Hermione rounded into the room, followed by Harry, Lily announced, "There, that'll do it until tomorrow." Casting a stasis charm about the cauldron, she moved to the sink to wash up. Over her shoulder she asked, "How'd it go?"

James gave his family the quick rundown, finishing with "The Goblins won't immediately revolt, but the situation will rapidly deteriorate should we not stop this immediately."

"But I thought you said Sir Edward and Lord Salisbury were confident that the coalition would prevent the bill's passage?" Harry asked.

Nodding his head, James agreed, to a point. "My Dad used to preach that nothing is certain, which is why I've come home." Pointing to the teens, he told them, "You've got a half hour. Get cleaned up and changed. You're coming with me to meet Sir Edward and Lord Salisbury."

When Harry's expression went blank, Hermione reminded him, "We're both heirs of our seats and need to see how this works. Also," she quirked a grin, "I think it'll be extremely interesting to meet the man who served as Prime Minister to Queen Victoria. Imagine the stories he can tell!"

James laughed at Harry's expression, shooing the teens from the room.

When the door closed, Lily asked with gravity she'd not shown when Harry and Hermione were in the room, "Are you really confident?"

Sighing, James ran his hand through his hair, "Enough. I freely admit that I'm not very experienced here, but Sir Edward and Salisbury don't seem too worried, so I trust their judgement." Shaking his head, he added with a hint of awe, "Fahgmather was really brassed off, though. Really, really brassed off. I wouldn't put it past them to declare war just to vent it all off."

.oOo.

More than a bit nervous, Harry held the door for his parents and girlfriend. Wearing expensive robes, he was doing his best to be comfortable in a situation where he was decidedly uncomfortable.

After hearing a soft clearing of her throat, Harry turned to Hermione. His quizzical glance was answered by her wrapping her hand in his arm so that he could escort her. It was a multi-fold action for first it calmed Harry. One thing he'd learned through the years was that if he had Hermione at his side, he'd be fine in the end.

Secondly, it told any who were watching, which was everyone in view, that she and he had a more than friendly relationship. Harry thought back on the discussion he'd had with his mother at the Bones' Christmas party and wondered if it'd do for him to move towards formalising the relationship at this point. True, they were still very young, but the Compatibility Ritual that Lily had conducted returned an astounding score of 99.7.

Thirdly, he just liked it when she claimed him in public. He liked to let everyone know that he was hers just as much as she was his.

Following James and Lily through the exclusive club, Harry wondered if he'd ever belong to a place like this. Six months before, the idea would have been ludicrous, but his life had changed drastically and as a result, so too had his ideas and attitudes.

"Love you," she whispered so that only he heard her.

"Love you, too," he replied at the same volume.

They were there for each other. What better definition of a relationship was needed? Good times and bad. Carnal and friendly. Sickness and health. Happiness and rage. He was for her as she was for him and in the end, that was what the story of his life was about.

Holding the door for Hermione again, he realized that his life was no longer centred about the mortal struggle with the Dark Lord Voldemort. That had become a sideshow. Harry Potter's life now centred about Hermione Granger and peripherally Lily and James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Voldemort projected a very dangerous and real presence into his life, but he refused to let the wizard born as Tom Riddle occupy centre stage.

Holding onto Hermione in the literal - she'd retaken his arm - and metaphorical sense, he stepped forward to meet two giants of British politics.

"Ah, Richmond," Lord Salisbury greeted James, "looks like you've brought the entire family."

"Indeed, my Lord," James greeted the aged Marquess with a respectful nod. "We're to head over to End o' the World for dinner shortly, so I thought it'd do for them to come with."

The twinkle in his pale blue eye was far friendlier than that in the Headmaster's when Salisbury observed, "And get a bit of tutoring to the next generation while we're at it?"

James smiled in agreement as he introduced Lily to the two men.

`How did it progress with our Goblin friends?" Sir Edward asked.

Everyone sat and Harry couldn't help but notice that he and Hermione leaned forward a bit, trying to soak up everything. James recounted the discussion he had with Fahgmather, as well as, pointing out that during the discussion Ashcraik was named as the Senior Teller of Gringotts.

Salisbury shook his head, "This whole thing could explode should that arse Jugson upset the Goblins too much. It wouldn't matter what we do in session. If the Goblins take too much offense they'll revolt."

Harry shuddered. With more than a bit of asperity, Hermione had recapped the most recent Goblin rebellion that took place in 1898. It was also the most bloody revolt as over four thousand British wizards had been killed while many more had emigrated to escape the violence.

At that point, Gringotts hadn't been the defacto bank for all of Britain. The Dwarves and Gnomes had still maintained their banking facilities in London and Cardiff while the Gnomes also had a branch office in Edinburg. Now, the Goblins were the monopoly for the banks in Britain so they had full control of the British economy. Hermione had reflected that it had been an extraordinarily planned and executed plan to take over the British banking system, for in so doing, the Goblins had made themselves indispensible.

The older men were silent as they reflected upon James' news. Lily had been silent alongside the teens. It hadn't been any of their places to comment or interject into the discussion, so they left James to his task.

Hermione had asked Lily if it bothered her that she had no direct voice in the debate. The auburn haired witch had smiled, "Do you really think that I have no voice?"

Harry had barked a laugh. Knowing his parents as he did, they'd generate a coherent voice on all topics upon which James was to vote. Where they hadn't a chance to discuss the issue beforehand, James would most likely vote with his knowledge of Lily's opinions and preferences in the forefront of his mind.

Not that James was a spineless worm. Far from it. It was evident, though, that he valued his wife's input and opinion. Harry had watched his parents very closely. They had a teasing relationship when they were light hearted, but when matters turned serious, they usually were able to have a thoughtful discussion that moved toward a resolution. He wanted his and Hermione's eventual marriage to be similar to his parents' in that they had a relationship built upon mutual respect and love coupled with a strong desire to make the other happy.

Harry smiled to himself as he watched Sir Edward and James discuss their next moves. Sometimes, James and Lily would not be on the same page, as it were, and they'd have a spot of bother. Usually, though, they thought alike.

Turning to Hermione, he smiled. Just like him and his girlfriend.

The door opened again, admitting a windblown Sirius and an amused Hestia. After one more round of greetings, Harry watched Sirius relate the discussion with Amelia Bones. Then he paused.

Hestia spoke up, "What my fiancé is hesitant about discussing is the subsequent meeting we had with Percy Weasley."

Harry's brow furrowed. Why would they talk to Percy?

Hermione leaned into Harry's side, whispering, "Although not a decision maker, Percy is in nearly every meeting of Crouch and Fudge as a note taker. He's also stuck-up enough to boast about what he's seen or heard."

"The lad is an utter boob," Sirius observed flatly. Harry had to smile, he'd not thought of Percy as a fool, but his pretentiousness surely shoved him into that realm.

"He confirmed that Umbridge is the ministry force behind this rider, though," Hestia added.

"True, but it was painful," Sirius whinged slightly. Shaking his head, he told everyone, "Weasley the younger told us that Umbridge has been lobbying Fudge for his support of this bill for a few weeks. Fudge's wavering, but still tells her he's going to stay out of it."

"A few weeks…" Lily mused as she sat back in her chair, eyes unfocused.

Thinking back, Harry tried to remember the biggest events within the last month. The only event that came to mind was the second task of the tournament, but beyond that…nothing of note.

"Is this Voldemort? Is he behind all this?" James asked in a low tone.

"It may very well be, James," observed a voice from the doorway.

Turning to the sound of the voice behind him, Harry saw Albus Dumbledore standing in the entryway of the room. Bristling at the sight of the man, The Boy-Who-Lived was still upset about Neville's participation in the task. Hermione's iron grip on his forearm helped him keep his tongue in check.

Turning to her, he caught her eye, noticing the warning expression on her face. Nodding his understanding and acknowledgement that he was under control, he saw her relax infinitesimally.

Around him, he heard James stiffly ask, "What do you mean by that, Albus?"

The old man moved into the room. He studiously avoided Harry and Hermione, which was fine by Harry. After the Headmaster nodded his greeting to the elder statesmen in the room, he sat. There was a long pause as Dumbledore seemed to collect his thoughts. With more than a bit of spite, Harry waspishly thought that the man was doing it merely to focus the entire attention of the room on him. Mayhap he was right.

"We've seen stirrings of Lord Voldemort these past few years." Nodding to Sir Edward, he added for James' and Sirius' benefit, "I've informed Lord Salisbury and Sir Edward of the events surrounding the possession of Quirinus Quirrell, the Chamber of Secrets and the escape of Peter Pettigrew.

With reluctant gratitude, Harry noticed that it seemed that the old man had held back Harry's role, or at least the prominence of that role.

"Evidently, Lord Voldemort is attempting to accomplish his revival. This move by his followers seems to be an indication that said revival is close to fruition, for they would not act in this manner of their own accord."

Dumbledore's flat delivery of his conclusion made the information all the more chilling. Almost suppressing a groan, Harry ran his hand through his hair. Self-pity welling up within him, he wanted to whinge Why Me? or other like sentiments. Looking about him, he was shocked out of his self-indulgence.

Here were the movers and shakers of British society doing what they could to avert the forthcoming catastrophic storm. They were, to paraphrase the American revolutionaries from the eighteenth century, mutually pledging to the other their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honour. They were doing so in order to stand for what was right. They, like Harry, were fully engaged in the war against Voldemort. The venue was a different arena but the wager no less precious. They were all dead men should Tom Riddle be reborn.

Refocusing, he paid attention to the reactions of those about him. Like him, Hermione was studying the older generations. James, Lily, Hestia and Sirius didn't seem surprised at all by the headmaster's announcement. Consummate professional politicians that they were, Salisbury and Sir Edward were ciphers, though.

Shaking his head Harry chuckled to himself. Looking up, he saw that Sir Edward had focused his pale grey eyes upon him. "Your thoughts, young Potter?" he asked in a quietly amused tone.

"Sir Edward, I meant no disrespect…" the soft spoken plea was waved off with a nonchalant hand.

"I know that, but I am very curious as to your thoughts. You must have a very…unique perspective on these events." The light hearted delivery of the words belied the extreme gravity of the situation and all knew it. Sir Edward was exerting himself to achieve an end of which Harry was unaware.

Glancing to his Dad, he saw a silent nod of encouragement. If James trusted these men, then so too could he. "I know that Voldemort is a deadly, implacable foe." Glancing about the room, he took a chance, "I believe I've fought him face to face more than anyone in the room, save perhaps the Headmaster."

Looking at his feet, Albus nodded graciously, but didn't reply further.

Taking a deep breath, Harry centred himself as he did when casting the Patronus charm. Reaching deep within, he called upon what he believed. Pushing aside fear, regret and knowledge, he reached for Truth. Grasping it as if Truth was a life preserver and he a drowning man, Harry immersed himself in the blinding, searing state of being that exists when Truth is revealed.

"I believe that we shall not only vanquish this man and his slaves," the word vanquish was specially selected for Dumbledore's benefit, "But we shall see our society move to a new golden age to rival that of Camelot under Arthur with Merlin at his side. I believe that I shall grow old with this woman beside me and we shall bring forth a new generation to build the Shining City on the Hill."

"Cibola…" Salisbury whispered as he stared at nothing.

The confidence and power emanating from Harry brought all up short. Bemused, he watched them all gaze at him, open mouthed. Later, he'd ask his girlfriend exactly happened to everyone and she would tell him that they all knew that all would be well. Somehow, he'd infused them all with his vision, with his Truth. Continuing, he wasn't sure where the words came from, but they couldn't be denied.

"There shall be dark days. There shall be pain. There shall be death.

"There shall also be victory. The victory shall be complete from which there shall be no recovery."

The old and young men in the room looked to the fourteen year old young man with hope, love and certitude. None knew why they had complete confidence and belief in Harry's vision, but all were certain that it would come to pass.

"You know this, young man? You believe this?" Sir Edward asked with fearful expression. It could've been a fear of the establishment of this new world or maybe a fear of failing, Harry didn't know.

"Yes, sir," Harry replied at his most forceful. "I do."

.oOo.

"Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Lords and Ladies, Members and Proxy Members of the Wizengamot of Great Britain and Northern Ireland call you to readiness to serve the subjects of Her Royal Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and of Her other Realms and Territories, Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith!"

And so it was that Hermione settled into her seat. Jumping a bit, she looked to her left when Harry sat. On her right, Neville took his seat. Both wizards wore mischievous smiles. Susan sat on Neville's right, her smile a bit less mischievous, but no less amused.

"Why are you two rascals sitting next to me and why are you here Sue? Both your seats are on the far sides of the box?" she asked, fully expecting an answer that would most likely make her groan.

Neville sat forward before turning around. Pointing to the coat of arms embossed in the leather of his seat, he commented, "Longbottom."

Harry repeated his friend's action, but said, "Richmond."

Now she narrowed her eyes, "You two will get into a world of trouble should the protocol officer find out you moved your chairs.

With amused gravity, Harry raised his hand in a pledge, "Hermione, we didn't move our chairs." She nearly burst before he added, "The protocol officer did."

As Neville sat and straightened his robes, he breezily commented, "It's amazing what one can do when The Boy-Who-Lived asks politely."

Demurely, Susan observed, "Neville offered me use of the Longbottom spouse seat for this historic gathering." The twitching at the corner of her mouth gave away the game, though.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione wondered if the return of the Marauders hadn't had a deleterious effect on her boyfriend and their friend. Ignoring the lads and Susan, she refocused on the proceedings as the members of the Wizengamot took their seats. Surreptitiously, she took Harry's hand, stroking her thumb across the back of it.

Dumbledore began the proceedings with the ritual order, "Call the first order of business for Her Majesty's Wizengamot!"

The scribe called, "First order of business is bill 95-024; Department of Magical Law Enforcement budget with various amendments."

Immediately, ritualistically Dumbledore intoned, "What say the Ministry?"

Amelia Bones stood forth from the government bench. As Bones approached the podium, Hermione did a quick scan. It appeared that all the seats were filled for this session. There was an eager anticipation that bordered on tension in the convocation hall. Usually, there were more than a few members doing other tasks and on occasion, even sleeping. Not today. Today, all were sharply focused on the proceedings to see what was to be said. Like sharks, the members smelled blood in the water and were circling.

The redheaded witch resettled her monocle before beginning, "The bulk of this bill is the negotiated budget for the DMLE and the Ministry is fully supportive." There was a long pause where Hermione had a momentary pang of fear that the Ministry was to remain mum on the so-called `Human Rights Bill'.

"However," she added, so Hermione let go her breath that she'd not been aware she'd been holding.

"Here we go," Harry breathed as he leaned forward in his seat. It seemed the other two hundred and six members of the Wizengamot did the same.

"The so-called `Human Rights Bill' that has been amended to the duly negotiated and conscientious budget for the DMLE has made this bill an abhomination and even ridiculous. The government cannot support 95-024 because of this amendment and even goes so far as to urge this body to reject summarily bill 95-024 due to the stain that is the so-called `Human Rights Bill'.

When Director Bones took her seat, Harry muttered, "Damn, tell it like it is."

"Go, Auntie," Susan cheered under her breath. Her face shone in pride as she watched her aunt survey the members for reaction. Murmurs and mumbling became a dull roar as many of the members turned to their neighbours to comment on the Director's remarks.

"The Wizengamot recognized his Lordship, the Earl of Richmond!" Dumbledore cried.

The roar petered away to silence as James stood. This was the first time he'd spoken in session since returning to the time stream. Many of the members, most if truth be told, were familiar with Charlus Potter. Not all liked the strong willed Earl, but all respected him. There were very high expectations for his son. So they waited.

Deliberately James looked about the convocation chamber, his face sombre. "I have no objection whatsoever to the budget put forth for the support of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It is a fair appropriation which, given the current status of our country, shall allow Director Bones and her Aurors to keep us safe for another year.

"However, I was appalled to see what was amended to 95-024 whilst in committee by the Honourable Mr Jusgson." Shaking his head in disbelief, he continued, "I have been gone from our society - punished by the Dark Lord who terrorized our nation thirteen years ago - and have missed much. I do not believe that I have missed the dissipation of honour and justice from our land. I do not believe that I have missed the dissipation of decency.

"This so called `Human Rights Bill' is vile; yet let us look beyond the moral repugnance inspired by this revolting concept embodied in the amendment. Let us review the practical implications."

Holding up his left hand, one finger extended, James called, "The Goblins shall revolt should 95-024 become law. I have spoken with the Leader of the Goblin Nation, just yesterday in fact and he told me that - and I quote - `there will be war and many shall die' should this bill become law."

His expression now a scowling glare, the Lord Richmond surveyed his peers as he snarled, "And I can't help but agree with him for this amendment would make it legal for a Witch or Wizard to kill any Goblin as they see fit without repercussions. Were I a Goblin, I would take up arms in response to this bill."

Pausing for effect, he allowed the full implications of a new war with the Goblins to settle for the members. Bypassing the issue of the catastrophe to magical Britain's economy, many of the members remembered the bloody war of a hundred years before, some had even fought in the conflict. None wanted a repeat of that horrible struggle. More than a few expressions turned to thoughtful contemplation from eager anticipation.

"We would declare open season on unicorns, centaurs and even the majestic phoenix. Is this how you want to be known by history? The phoenix killers? The murderers of unicorns?" Now the expressions became those of discomfort. No politician wants to be remembered as a monster, even if by association.

Hermione slowly shook her head in amused respect as a small smile crept across her mouth. James was bullying and shaming the Wizengamot for even considering this bill. Any fence sitters were surely off the fence by now.

"I will not be a party to this revolting bigotry. I will not sully my name, my family's name and the name of our country by this attempt to drive our fair nation back to the dark ages." He seemed to swell as his eyes sparked with power. Hermione reflected that James was a powerful wizard in his own right. Applause burst out in response to James declaration.

"I WILL NOT!" He roared into the storm of cheering. "I will not sacrifice my honour in the face of this effort. It is surely an essay by the enemy or his minions to subvert us. I will fight against the enemy and all who hold to his ideals wherever he makes an inroad. Should he attempt to undermine our personal honour and the honour of our country with twisted words paired to equally twisted actions, I will fight."

Breathing heavily, James surveyed the now roaring convocation hall. Harry was on his feet, clapping so hard, Hermione was sure that he'd hurt his hands. Neville was cheering while Susan clapped and laughed with joy in the moment. Hermione didn't even notice when she'd stood, but she was right there with her friends, cheering and clapping. Throwing his arms into the air for silence, James waited as the crowd came back under control. When Hermione thought she could have heard a pin drop, James finished in a harsh tone so soft that many strained to hear him, "I will not allow our country to sink into the savagery this bill portends. Our children deserve better, our families deserve better. We all deserve better. I will fight against this evil in all its forms and I plant my standard here. No further."

The roar swelled again as a wave, bearing emotion, noise and people away in a flood that nearly deafened all present.

"Vote!"

The call was taken up and repeated, "Vote!"

"Vote!"

Dumbledore looked about to see If any would stand opposed to a vote. Hermione wasn't watching the Chief Warlock, she was watching Sir Edward Grey. The man was ignoring the emotional outbursts as he looked about the chamber. He seemed to be making eye contact with his allies. Finally, he turned toward the Chief Warlock. Catching Dumbledore's eye, he nodded.

This seemed to be what the Defeater of Grindlewald needed before he shouted, "I call this bill to a vote before the Wizengamot! My Lords and Ladies, members and proxy members, I ask you to vote your conscience in the best interests of the realm!"

Wands flashed as the automatic vote tally began to be read out. The blue numbers in support of the bill slowly inched up. A vote here and there. The red numbers were a blur, as a slot machine whirls before it runs its results. Hermione smiled when it tallied one hundred and ninety when it stopped. Bill 95-024 had been summarily rejected. They had won but the nagging question persisted: why?

A/N

1. I own nothing. Thanks to all who reviewed the first ten chapters. Story status, as always, can be found on my Author's page on FanFiction(dot)net.

2. Recommendation for the chapter is Meet the Godparents by apAidan. Great story that had me on edge for the first bit, but is working out into an intriguing storyline

3. Old Crow asked how many people I envisioned in the Wizengamot. Well, currently there are 826 members of the British House of Lords, after which I imagine the Wizengamot to be patterned. Divide by four and you get the number I use in the chapter. I wanted it to be large, but not huge.

4. Yeah, no line item veto in the Wizengamot, although, that would have solved all the problems.

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