- Character Bashing
- Dark Themes
- Death-Minor Character
- Discussion-Child Abuse
- Hate Crimes
- Alternate Universe
Harry tried not to groan as Lucius Malfoy stood. “Esteemed members of the Wizangamot, I find myself having to agree with Mr. Percival Weasley on this matter.” A low murmur of surprise filled the chambers. “Miss Granger has no place in this body.”
A shout rang out, “She’s the Lady Ravenclaw! Of course she should have a seat.”
“There has never been a seat on the Wizengamot for the House of Ravenclaw. Why should we now create one?” He held up his hand to stem responses. “Nor has there been a seat for the Slytherin, Hufflepuff, or Gryffindor houses.”
Harry rolled his eyes at this. He knew that if the pureblood had been found to be the Lord of Slytherin, Lucius would have been the first to carve out another seat for himself. He listened to the arguments being tossed out. Lord Harrington added, “If Magic herself has deemed this woman worthy, are we to do any less?”
Lucius rose again, flipping his long hair over his shoulder. “What proof have we that this muggleborn girl has truly been Goddess touched? None.”
“She has the mark!”
The deatheater dismissed this with a wave of his hand. “Muggle skin art. What is it called?” He pretends to think and then lets his lip curl just a little. “A tattoo. It’s nothing more than that.”
“What of the dagger? Surely you don’t believe that can be faked! It will kill anybody who touches it besides the Lady Ravenclaw!”
“A clever fake that nobody will touch out of mere superstition.”
Hermione’s voice rang out. “I’d be happy to have you test that theory, Mr. Malfoy.” She glided down from the spectator seats. One slim hand was held upward and the dagger simply appeared in it. Gasps were heard in the silence.
Percy Weasley made to stand up and stop her, only to find his twin brothers blocking his way. The two towered over him until he sat back down. The people sitting on either side of him cleared out as Fred and George planted themselves as sentries next to him.
As Hermione neared Lucius, he blustered. “Who knows what curses you’ve had cast on the item!”
“Croaker, would you mind checking my dagger for spells please?”
The head Unspeakable jolted at being called but stood quickly. “Of course, my lady.”
Hermione had stopped just before Lucius Malfoy. She stared steadily at the man; dagger floating in the air between them. Croaker began casting diagnostic spells. After several tense minutes he declared, “It’s authentic as far as I can tell. It has no curses or enchantments cast on it.” He bowed slightly to Hermione and went back to his seat.
Lady Ravenclaw grabbed the dagger from the air and presented it to Lord Malfoy. He tried to back away and Draco moved in next to him. “Afraid, Father?”
A dark look crossed Lucius Malfoy’s face. “You would do well to remember that I am your father, and the head of your house.”
“I am under the protection of the Lady Ravenclaw.”
The older man leaned into his son and whispered harshly in his ear. “I would not count on that protection in the days to come.” He leaned away, gave Hermione a contemptuous look, and strode out of the chambers.
After the chaos died down, Draco motioned to speak. As a nod from the Chief Warlock, he cast a mild sonorous charm. “I understand that I hold no seat at this time, however, I want to address something my father said. Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin did not hold seats in the Wizengamot. This is true. They did however, all have places on the original Wizards Council. As such, their houses automatically had places within the Wizengamot. Four seats were to be held, in perpetuity, for their descendants. It wasn’t until 1896 that the Chief Warlock at the time removed those seats and replaced them with four newly appointed Noble houses.
“We are full of empty seats. Look around.” He waited as they did. “Lady Ravenclaw should have automatically had a seat. It is her right. She would not be displacing anyone already here, so we should give her what is her due.”
Percy Weasely huffed. “So should we now hold three empty seats for the other three houses, Malfoy? It would be useless!”
Harry laughed. “You have no idea, do you?” The dark haired man stood. “I don’t just hold the Potter seat. I can also claim the Slytherin and Gryphindor seats if I so wish. I was going to wait for heirs to fill them, but if you’re going to be that way, I’ll claim them now.”
A fresh new uproar filled the room and Harry sat back down with a smile.
Harry Potter is the Heir of Slytherin!
By: Rita Skeeter
In a sensational and shocking twist, it has been revealed that the Boy-Who-Lived is the Heir of Slytherin! My loyal readers may remember me reporting a few years ago about the Heir of Slytherin unleashing a horrible monster to prey upon our innocent children at Hogwarts.
At the time, I wrote that it was speculated that Harry Potter was the Heir. Yours truly was harassed and sent howlers, but I am triumphant. It has been proven that it’s true! He is a descendant through the Peverel line.
Yes readers, the Boy-Who-Lived is the Heir of Slytherin. Do we need to fear the rise of a new Dark Lord?!
*Boy-Who-Lived a Parcelmouth Page 3
*Horrors filled the halls of Hogwarts during Potter’s years there Page 5
*Diggory Heir died while alone with Slytherin Heir Page 6
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Hermione slapped the paper down. “That woman! How are you feeling, Harry? Are you all right?”
Harry drank a sip of his orange juice. “I’m fine. I knew Rita wasn’t going to stay out of this forever.”
“Is Draco contacting the lawyers?”
“Him and Sirius both. The Daily Prophet’s going to have the Lord and Heir of two pureblood Houses breathing down its neck.”
“Good!” Her hair was sparking a bit. “I can’t believe I forgot about that wretched reporter!”
“Look, Hermione…you became some sort of avatar for the Goddess of Magic, came back in time, saved Fred and Sirius, killed a dark lord, and helped me kill another. It’s fine if you didn’t manage to squash a beetle with all of that going on!”
Hermione was startled into a laugh. “Well, I suppose that is true. Being me is very hard work.” She slipped in next to Harry and leaned into him. He put an arm around her and she sighed. “Really, though, I’m sorry. I remembered to try to have you get a handle on your press, but neglected to deal with the one person who maligned you the worst.”
Harry nodded. “Maybe. But maybe you don’t have to do it all, yeah? I know what it’s like feeling like everything rested on me, but I was never alone. You were always there trying to keep me safe, researching everything to death. You came with me on every harebrained scheme I came up with. Ron too, sometimes, even if he wasn’t really my friend.
What I’m trying to say is that you have me, Fred, Draco, and George. Sirius would do just about anything to help you, and you know it. And if a few things slip past that gigantic brain of yours, that’s okay too.”
They ate in companionable silence until Draco came in. “You’ll have a retraction by tonight, including a formal apology by Skeeter. Who is fired, by the way.” He kissed Harry and sat on his other side. “The DMLE may have also gotten an anonymous tip that Rita is an unregistered beetle animagus.”
Harry chuckled. “Rita’s about to have a very bad day.”
“It gets better. Sirius’ lawyer uncovered the fact that Rita Skeeter and Gilderoy Lockhart were behind all of those stupid kids books about you; which were all fake and you never saw a penny from. They can’t do much about Lockhart right now, but Skeeter is about to loose a lot of money.”
“We have a trick or two for Rita, as well!” Fred and George came in, settling next to Hermione. It’s how they ended up at every meal and study session: Harry and Hermione in the middle, with Draco next to Harry and Fred next to Hermione. George always sat next to Fred, unless he was harassing Draco. They’d had to transfigure the table into a circle because Sirius kept finding them all smashed together on one side.
They were all that way when the paper’s special edition came out, including the promised apology and retraction. Hermione started to giggle when she saw the frazzled image of Skeeter with bright canary yellow hair, swatting at a swarm of conjured beetles. Soon the whole table was laughing. Harry reached over and squeezed his friend’s hand. “This is what happens when we all tackle a problem together.”