Mother Magic Help Me
Harry sat towards the head of the table. He couldn't quite wrap his head around the fact they had now read about three whole years of his time at Hogwarts. His mind went back to the argument he'd had with Mrs Weasley the evening before. Regardless of whether she liked it or not, Lucius was right and they needed to start putting a plan together. Otherwise, they'd find themselves at the end of these books and completely overwhelmed by all that needed to be changed.
"I think we should take a few days off reading," someone further down the table was saying, although Harry wasn't at all sure who.
"A few people could certainly use a lecture on messing around with time," Bode said, eyeing Dumbledore.
"I was thinking the exact same thing," Andromeda said with a smirk.
"Add it to the lecture schedule," Madam Longbottom piped up.
Harry frowned. He was supposed to lead them - be a bloody Prince or something - but he didn't know the first thing about being a Prince or leading people. Sure, he'd led the DA but that didn't seem to quite match up to this.
"Is that when we finally get to shout at Dumbles?" Tonks muttered to Kingsley, who chuckled lightly before ruffling her hair.
Sirius and Arcturus laughed at the young witch's antics. She was definitely a Black. Except maybe slightly less deranged.
Harry took a deep breath. "We need to discuss some of the things that need to change."
Mrs Weasley pursed her lips but remained silent. She'd learned her lesson. Apparently no one - not even her own husband - agreed with her that the children shouldn't be involved in that discussion. And she had to admit that some of what Arthur had said had made sense, even if she didn't want to hear it.
"I think that would be a very good idea, Heir Potter," Amelia said. "There is a lot to be discussed and we would not want to miss anything."
"I think we should do that this afternoon," Minerva said. "And then while the children continue their lessons tomorrow anyone who is free can start working on whatever you assign them."
Harry nodded. That made sense. It wasn't like he had to do everything. He could delegate tasks. "So back to the chamber?" he asked, lowering his cutlery to his plate.
There was a murmur of agreement as everyone began to get to their feet. They quickly shuffled out of the dining hall and down the corridor.
"Oh, look!" Astoria squealed. "There's a new book."
Professor Flitwick made a grab for the book and placed it securely on a bookshelf. "The book will no doubt keep until we're ready to read it."
Astoria looked momentarily disappointed, but shrugged her shoulders. She knew there was no point arguing with the Ravenclaw head of house.
"So how are we going to do this?" young Augusta Longbottom asked as she took her seat.
Harry frowned. "Can someone do that writing spell thing you have been doing in our lessons?"
He hated how much he sounded like a child but he'd never had reason to learn the spell.
Andromeda nodded her head. "What would you like written in the air?"
"Just the key points we make," Harry said. He put on his most adult voice. "Mother Magic help me," he mumbled to himself. He really didn't want to mess this up.