Wizengamot and Philosopher’s Stone
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12/19/1991
House of Magenmagot, Ministry of Magic, London,
Albus Dumbledore observed the Wizengamot members who had just entered the hemicycle for the winter meeting of the Wizengamot that traditionally took place two days before Yule. On this occasion, they reviewed the texts of laws which were going to take effect the following year in order to grant their final agreement.
Of course, the meetings of the Wizengamot were primarily to debate politically and try to increase each one's power by joining one of the three great coalitions of the Wizengamot.
The first was the Progressives led by Albus Dumbledore. This party was pro-Muggle, aiming at a reunification of the Magical and Muggle Worlds through the integration of Muggle events and customs at the expense of magical customs and events. However, they were also anti-creatures, passing laws restricting more and more the rights of magical creatures such as werewolves, vampires and goblins while making the rest of the population believe they were not the origin of these laws. Notable members were of course Sirius Black of House Black, James Potter of House Potter, Arthur Weasley of House Potter and Albus Dumbledore of House Dumbledore. They accounted for 46 % of the active seats ( 30% of the total seats ) of the Wizengamot.
The second was the Supremacists led by Rhadagast Lestrange. Unlike the Progressives, this party was anti-Muggle, aiming for a total separation of the Magic World from the Muggle World. Their ideas went to the extreme, they were for the separation of muggle-born and half-blood children from their muggle parents from birth to subject them to adoptions for families who had lost the majority of their heirs after the war. However, they were pro-creatures (contrary to popular belief), since most Purebloods are proud to have magical creature blood in their families. Some families were distinguished like Malfoys (Veelas), Nott (Drackens) or Lestrange (sirens). Their notable members were Rhadagast Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Augustus Flint and Varius Nott. They accounted for 34 % of the active seats ( 22% of the total seats) of the Wizengamot.
Finally, there were the Traditionalists led by Augusta Longbottom. Also called the "Neutral", their party was above all for the respect of the magical traditions while integrating Muggle-borns to the society without however rejecting their habits and customs. Having no apriorism concerning the magical creatures, they were mostly abstinent and voted when they considered that a law was favourable to them. However, they had a tendency to vote with the Progressives, with most members being Dumbledore supporters or victims of Death Eaters. Notable members were Augusta Longbottom (Longbottom House), Amelia Bones and Murielle Prewett. They represented 20% of the active seats (13% of the total seats) of the Magenmagot.
Evidently, the Wizengamot President was chosen by the majority party members, thus explaining Dumbledore's strong position. But he was worried, and for good reason. He knew perfectly well that Harold Peverell would come to claim his seats, and the old man had no idea how many seats he had.
Albus Dumbledore cleared his throat before approaching his podium where Voice Amplifiers were.
"My dear lords and ladies, allow me to welcome you to this winter meeting of the Wizengamot, the ultimate gathering of our august body in this day. Before we begin our meeting, I ask that the Wizengamot seat contenders make themselves known", Dumbledore exclaimed in an authoritative voice.
Inwardly, he prayed that no one would come. Alas, his prayers were not heard, and the doors of the Chamber opened to let in the man he so dreaded: Harold Merlinus Peverell of Zakuul.
" Who dares to appear before the members of the Wizengamot?" Albus asked following the rules.
"Lord Harold Merlinus Peverell of Zakuul," Harry said, raising an eyebrow.
Albus Dumbledore nodded as several members of the Chamber (and spectators on the balconies) were astonished by Harry's name.
"Which seats are you claiming?" Albus asked again.
Harry gave him a small smile.
"I claim the seats of the Most Ancient and Most Revered House of Peverell as its head," Harry exclaimed under the astonished gaze of the Wizengamot members.
A halo surrounded him before a thestral appeared above his head, confirming his request.
"All right, you can sit among your peers, Lord Peverell of Zakuul," Dumbledore replied.
"I'm not finished, President of Wizengamot Dumbledore," Harry replied with a smirk.
Dumbledore's eyes widened in the face of this news.
"I claim the seats of the Most Ancient and Most Revered House of Gryffindor as its head," said Harry shocking the other wizards once more.
When a halo surrounded him and a griffin appeared above him, a hubbub echoed in the hemicycle. The majority of the members had always believed the Potters were Godric Gryffindor's last heirs, but now another could claim the seats, proving his superior right to the Potter's.
"I ... see," Dumbledore said.
"And finally, I'm claiming the seats of the Most Ancient and Most Revered House of Slytherin as its head," Harry finished with a cruel smile.
When the Basilisk appeared above his head, cries could be heard in the hemicycle. They came mostly from the Supremacists who could not believe that this wizard was able to claim seats while the last heir was Lord Voldemort.
After a few moments to recover from the shock, Dumbledore banged his wand.
"Order! I call for Order!" Cried the old man.
After a few seconds, the shambles came to an end and the members of the body sat down, sending envious and curious glances to Harry. As for the concerned, he was content to smile at the mess around him, revelling in the shocked mines of the wizards and Dumbledore's frightened look. Yes, the old man knew he was going to lose his power, and Harry was enjoying it like never before.
"Do you have more ... seats to claim?" Albus asked, regaining his composure.
"This is unfortunately not the case," Harry replied, looking falsely sad.
The cold look that Dumbledore sent him could have made him feel uncomfortable if he had not lived with a millennial Emperor ...
"In that case, I invite you to take your place among your peers," Dumbledore exclaimed with a note of hope.
He sincerely hoped that Harry would join the Progressives inorder to secure an absolute majority for the Wizengamot, thus enabling him to promulgate all the laws he wanted.
It was under the eager glances of the members of the Wizengamot that Harry went back to the Wizengamot's seats, deftly observing the wizards present throughout the hemicycle. With a little smirk, he headed for the Progressives under the triumphant gaze of Albus.
It was then that he passed his way, continuing towards the Traditionalists , shocking the old man, Sirius and James. But the shock did not stop there, and Harry ignored the Traditionalists before going to the supremacists to finally sit on the highest seat of this coalition. De facto, Harry became the leader of the Supremacists as the possessor of the largest number of seats, all under the admiring glances of the former Death Eaters and those disgusted by the so-called light side .
"Are you sure of your choice, Lord Peverell of Zakuul?" Asked Dumbledore in a honeyed voice.
"I do not think it's your job to challenge my choices, Lord Dumbledore," Harry replied with an unhealthy smile.
Albus swallowed while glaring at him. It was then that he recorded Harry's words before he opened his eyes wide. He did not have time to say anything that Harry got up.
"Before starting this oh-so-important meeting, I ask for Albus Dumbledore's official renunciation as the Wizengamot's President," Harry asked in an authoritative voice.
Obviously, the Progressives and some Traditionalists wereoffended while the Supremacists made their approval heard. After some Times of hubbub and some insults exchanged, Dumbledore thundered his wand to bring about silence.
"I would like to point out that the Supremacist Party now represents 52% of the active seats of the Wizengamot, giving us an absolute majority, but the laws governing our august body are very precise, and only a member of the party with a majority is authorized to occupy the post of the President of the Wizengamot. Lord Dumbledore is no longer a member of the majority, the latter no longer has a place on this podium. Dura Lex Sed Lex ", continued Harry.
At the words of the latter, the Supremacists rose in choir to applaud, as some members of the Traditionalists. Seeing no way out, Dumbledore nodded.
"In this case, it is my duty to give up my obligations as President of the Wizengamot. I do not hide my disappointment with this turnaround, however, as said Lord Peverell of Zakuul, the law is hard, but it's the law, can I know the name of my successor? "asked Dumbledore.
Harry smiled before giving him a wink.
"The President of the Wizengamot has traditionally been the leader of his political party for over 300 years, and I have no desire to break centuries-old traditions, which is why in respect of my predecessors I'll take over, "Harry replied to the applause of his party members.
At his words, an aura emerged from the centre of the hemicycle. It was then that the Wizengamot's brooch on Dumbledore's chest disappeared and reappeared on Harry's. Without moving by himself, Harry was carried to the central podium of the House while Dumbledore was sent to his seat among the Progressives .
"It is customary for every leader of the Wizengamot to make a speech announcing the broad outlines of his ambitions. Wishing to not deviate from this age-old tradition, I officially announce my desire to strengthen our traditions across our nation.
The Muggle world is far too dangerous and barbaric, it proved to us by their incessant wars for resources, lands, religious differences and even skin colour. To ensure the safety of our citizens, we must act by separating our worlds to ensure the sustainability of ours.
My goal is to strengthen our culture by curbing Muggle traditions, festivals, and customs, regardless of the means. No, contrary to the popular ideas about the Supremacists, I am not for the annihilation of muggleborns but rather for their integration from birth through a system of adoption by blood ... "Harry began before being interrupted by a Progressive wizard.
"But it's forbidden! Blood Magic is banned!" He shouted as those around him nodded their heads.
"In this case, we will change the law and restore ancestral practices unfairly banned. Blood Magic is by no means evil. Magic is but a tool, it is its users who make it good or bad. "Harry replied, glaring at the importune who had dared to interrupt him.
Seeing Harry's eyes, the wizard who interrupted him sat back down. Harry noted that it was Tiberius Ogden, Head of Ancient and Most Noble House of Ogden and owner of Ogden's Old Firewhisky.
"As I said, before being rudely interrupted, I want to value our traditions while integrating muggleborns, and I want to create a commission of inquiry to find out the origin of muggleborns, my hypothesis being muggleborns are the product of exiled squibs among muggles.
Finally, I hope to be able to integrate the magical races so that they too can benefit from the rights and duties of our citizens, and together form a great nation. Goblins have long proven their worth by administering our economy, and if we were to really throw people out of a monthly mood shift, then we should not only ban werewolves, but women as well. Sorry to tell you, ladies, but know that for 14 days a month, you're a lot scarier than werewolves, "Harry finished.
At these last words, several wizards burst out laughing while the women raised their torso with proud smiles.
"Now it's time to start our meeting, Clerk, what are ..." Harry continued.
And so officially began the Wizengamot meeting and Dumbledore lost most of his influence.
04/06/1992
Hogwarts, Scotland,
Harry smiled as he finished drinking his glass of wine. After becoming the President of the Wizengamot, he decided to remove the position of Representative of the Ministry of Magic on the International Confederation of Wizards from Dumbledore. In doing so, the old man automatically lost his title of Supreme Mugwump, losing the majority of his political power. But Harry had not been able to fire the old man from Hogwarts, not without justification. Unfortunately, the founders had drafted laws to prevent their heirs from destroying the school. Thus, the heirs could kick off the Director only if he made a serious mistake or voluntarily put the lives of students in danger.
Despite this setback, Harry had managed to promulgate several laws, including granting goblins citizenship and authorization for wands, or allowing werewolves to obtain the Wolfsbane potion free of charge, thus allowing them to get a job more easily and greatly reducing stereotypes and hatred on werewolves. Finally, Harry had succeeded in enacting the Peverell Law, a law ordering the obliviation of Muggle-parents of Muggleborns to integrate their children from the earliest childhood into the Magical World. Obviously, this law was not very popular with Muggle-borns, but the problem was quickly contained with some obliviates.
Finally, the commission of inquiry into the origin of Muggle-borns had confirmed with evidence (provided by Bank Gringotts) about the wizard ascendancy of the latter, proving that Muggle-borns did not exist and that they were all half-bloods. Several families were soon discovered, such as a certain Hermione Granger from House Dagworth-Granger or a certain Justin Finch-Fletchley from House Blishwick.
Harry was out of his thoughts feeling a dark aura. Without wasting time, he went to the third floor where he found an open door and a dog with three very edgy heads. Raising an eyebrow at the grumpy beast, he just closed his hand, crushing the animal's tracheas with the Force and killing the poor animal on the spot.
With a wave of his hand, he sent the body to the other side of the room to access the hatch which he opened before throwing himself inside. Feeling the devil's net, he threw some lightning that burned the plant that curled up to let him pass. He went to the next trial which consisted of a door and flying keys.
Not wishing to lose a moment, he forced the door out of its hinges before advancing to the next trial.
Arriving in front of a giant chessboard, Harry grunted as he saw the pieces block his way while threatening him. With a furious gesture, he sent a black wave that blew all the enemy's pieces before crossing the door. When he saw a sleeping troll, Harry only raised an eyebrow before joining the next trial.
Harry saw the flames and the potions. Seeing that he lacked the potion needed to get through the trap, he merely erected a shield of force around him before crossing the scene. He still felt the heat of the black fire around him, something that surprised him.
Finally, he arrived in a large room. He saw Quirell without his turban with Voldemort's face in the back. In front of him was his brother , Julien Potter. The latter was obviously terrorized, which amused Harry.
" Do you see what I've become? " Said the face. " Shadow and vapor ... I take shape only by sharing the body of someone else ... Fortunately, there are still some who are ready to welcome me in their hearts and their heads ... unicorn blood has given me strength in recent weeks ... In the forest, you saw the faithful Quirell drink for me ... And when I have the elixir of long life, I can recreate a body that will be good to me ... Now ... give me the stone that is in your pocket. "
Harry raised an eyebrow. Thus, Julien had succeeded in obtaining the Philosopher's Stone which he wished so much to obtain. That was interesting. Julien took a step back.
" Do not be stupid, " said the face angrily. " You better save your life and join me ... Or, you will know the same fate as so many others ... They died begging me to grant them grace ... "
Rolling his eyes at Voldemort's theatrical side, Harry called on the Force to bring the Philosopher's Stone to him. It was under the dumbfounded eyes of Voldemort and Julien that the reddish stone pierced the pocket of the so-called Survivor before reaching Harry's hand.
"Pro ... Professor?" Asked Julien, his tone full of hope.
"Indeed, I thought I felt through my connection with Hogwarts an evil presence, what a coincidence to see you in these places, Professor Quirell, or should I say Lord Voldemort? Yet, do you really deserve this title of Lord? No, I do not think so, after all, that title is self-proclaimed and you've never been on the Wizengamot, "Harry replied with a smug smile.
Voldemort's eyes narrowed as he darted Harry with his darkest look.
"Harold Peverell ... of Zakuul ... Hm ... I do not know a place called Zakuul, but I know how to recognize the power when I see it, you should join me, together we could dominate the world, for that you just have to give me this stone, "Voldemort proposed in a voice that wanted to be attractive.
Harry laughed loudly at Voldemort's angry look and Julian's astonished look.
"Do you really think I'm going to accept joining a pathetic being who cannot steal a rock from a kid?" Not to mention that your words are full of empty promises and the state of your Death Eaters after some punishments and the way you live, let's say I'm not interested. Besides I am the President of the Wizengamot and the owner of Hogwarts, the most influential member of the national political scene ... no, I decline your offer, you filthy Half-Breed! " Harry replied, spitting out the last words.
"Then ... DIE!" Cried Voldemort, throwing an Avada Kedavra at Harry.
Harry just shifted to the side while Voldemort cast several spells on the fly, all under the shocked and frightened gaze of Julien who took refuge behind a pillar. Without losing a moment, Harry unsheathed his wand before answering Voldemort, chaining spells and transmogrifications some more dangerous than others.
In the face of Harry's surge of power, Voldemort retreated to the defensive while building a shield around him. But Harry was not finished, and with a wave of his hand, he broke a pillar before sending it right on Voldemort. Voldemort did not hesitate to throw himself on the ground to avoid the flying pillar that crashed against the Mirror of Erised to destroy it.
"How?" Voldemort asked, getting up.
"I do not have time to listen to your whining, you cockroach," Harry said, waving his wand.
Under the bewildered eyes of Julian and Voldemort, Harry turned the crushed pillar behind Voldemort into a monstrous creature. It was a gigantic Tuk'ata who threw itself on Voldemort. The latter did not have time to react that he was torn by the fangs of the creature in a howl of pain. For his part, Julien was throwing up as he saw the bloody scene .
Harry looked at the scene with a small smile before frowning as a miasma escaped the body. It was Voldemort, and the latter screamed before going to Harry. The latter erected a shield of Force that pushed Voldemort away, the vengeful spirit leaving the place to seek refuge elsewhere.
"He ... he's still alive?" Julien asked timidly as he approached Harry.
The Zakuulian Prince looked at him before nodding.
"It seems that Voldemort is actually alive, though without a body, for some reason his spirit has remained anchored on this earth, and there are many magical rituals to explain such a phenomenon," Harry said before ordering Julien to follow him. Together they made their way to the exit where Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and other professors were waiting.
"What happened?" Snape asked, glaring at Julien Potter.
"Julien!" Cried James, rushing to his son.
"All right, 'pa," the boy replied as James, Sirius and Remus fussed around him.
"Quirell seems to have been possessed by Voldemort's spirit, the latter obviously did not leave this plane of existence, I was happy to send him back from my school," Harry replied.
"Yeah, he kicked his ass like never before!" Shouted Julien under the astonished gaze of the adults.
It was then that he hastened to explain everything to the adults, omitting that Harry had recovered the Philosopher's Stone (the latter had influenced him with the Force). That's when Dumbledore came running.
"What happened?" Asked the old man before turning white. "And where is the Philosopher's Stone?"
"I'm sorry, but it seems like I accidentally destroyed the Philosopher's Stone during our altercation," Harry replied in a falsely disappointed voice.
"What, but ... it's not ... no ...", Dumbledore said before stiffening and asking for explanations.
Once again, Harry let Julien explain things, knowing full well that Dumbledore had no confidence in Harry. Julien contented himself with telling the truth, Dumbledore believed him.
"I see ... so I'll have to inform Nicholas ..." Dumbledore said, sinking.
"Indeed, not to mention that your loss does not stop there ," Harry said with a chilling smile.
The surrounding professors stiffened as they heard Harry's sentence.
"What are you talking about ?" Asked James, looking lost.
" Albus Perceval Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I hereby remove you from your post of Headmaster of the Hogwarts School of Magic and Witchcraft, following your endangerment of the students of this institute of knowledge. Possessing the last Life teaching post, You are allowed to continue teaching Charms and Alchemy and I will find a Headmaster to replace you as soon as possible, "exclaimed Harry.
An aura surrounded Harry and Dumbledore before shining. The old man's eyes widened as he lost control of the Hogwarts Wards as Harry regained control of the school. Albus had made the mistake allowing Harry to remove him from this prestigious position.
"But you have no right!" Exclaimed Sirius, gritting his teeth.
"As a Hogwarts owner, it is my duty to ensure the safety of students by engaging a capable faculty and effective administration, Albus Dumbledore having knowingly endangered the lives of many, mainly the life of Julien Potter, who would probably be dead without my intervention, cannot remain a headmaster of this establishment.
Being magnanimous, I will allow Albus to finish the speech this year so as not to shock the students. Professors wishing to do so may apply for the position of Hogwarts Headmaster with a cover letter. I will study each request as it should be. In the meantime, I hope you'll manage the establishment? "Asked Harry, looking at Minerva.
The woman nodded with her face closed. Although she did not agree with Dumbledore's dismissal, she had to admit that Dumbledore had been messing around for the last fifteen years.
"It's been a long time since I taught ..." Dumbledore said in a voice of old grandpa.
"In this case, I strongly advise you to revise your classics. After all, if you cannot teach, then your life contract will lapse, and I wish you a pleasant evening," said Harry before leaving. under the shocked eyes of the professors and the admiring Julien.
As he walked to his quarters, Harry heard his ancestor's laughter in his head. A sadistic smile took shape on his face.