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As the last of the reporters and spectators sat down in the pews leading up to the floor of the great room of the Wizengamot that was used to house the first official meeting of the year -which was available to the public and therefore needed more space- the crowd's whispers faded away and the cameras stopped their feverish clicking.
The Chief Warlock, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, rose from his seat and made a grand sweeping gesture with his hands.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now officially time for us to begin the 1804th session of the Wizengamot!"
Excited murmuring arose from the crowd before they settled down again.
"Our first order of business: I have been informed that our glorious ranks shall once again expand, as some old seats have been reactivated at the ministry."
Gasps and shouts were heard from the gathered crowd and even some of the most stone faced of Lords and Ladies lost their composure for a split second.
After the war many families completely dropped off the map, their successors unknown and their lineage muddled. To see one -if not more- of the ancient families reappear, completely unannounced like this, was almost completely unprecedented.
"Now, let all those who wish to claim their place show themselves or may their voices go unheard." With this, he motioned towards a side entrance to the hall.
The ancient scriptures upon the doors glowed with a soft golden light as a low humming noise filled the room. A large stone plinth rose out of the ground, with a singular golden bowl and a ritual dagger atop it.
The doorway slowly opened, as the crowds disruptions began anew and all the reporters scrambled to be the first to catch a glimpse of the new Lord or Lady to arrive so unexpectedly.
Under scrutiny from seemingly all of wizarding brittain, a woman -or more precisely, a girl, since she was still but a teenager- walked towards the middle of the hall, towards the newly erected podium.
She had dark skin, deep brown eyes, and long dark hair in tight curls cascading down her shoulders.
She wore purple open front dueling robes with silver accents and a large black pendant with her house crest. The click of her dragonhide boots seemed to carry even over the din of the outrage and shock of those who knew who she was.
Albus Dumbledore paled as the young lady reached the middle of the room and stared up at him defiantly with determined, calculating eyes.
She delicately picked up the dagger, sliced into the side of her palm and seven drops of blood fell into the misty liquid stirring in the bowl below.
And then, she spoke,
And all hell broke loose.
"I, Hermione Jean Granger, hereby claim the Seat of The Most Ancient And Most Imperial House Of le Fay as Lady Head Of House le Fay." The ghostly visage of the animal of house le Fay, a beautiful and enormous bird, flew out of the bowl with a deafening caw. Signaling that the Wizengamot has accepted this claim. It swooped over the gathered crowd before coming to rest on the highest (and until now completely empty) ring of chairs before disappearing, leaving behind only the le Fay crest above a chair a bit to the right of the middle, signaling the Seat as neutral-leaning dark.
"I also lay claim to the Seat of The Most Noble House Of McKinnon as Lady Head of House McKinnon." The McKinnon hound leaped forward, barking and prancing around the room once before disappearing much as the previous one did. The chair got larger and more detailed as the second crest was added.
"I claim the Seat of The Most Ancient And Most Imperial House Of Ravenclaw as Lady Head of House Ravenclaw." As the eagle of Ravenclaw followed after the previous two, with her chair now bearing much more resemblance to a throne, the noise of the crowd became too much to bare and she glanced back up at Dumbledore before raising a single eyebrow expectantly.
"SILENCE!" The voice of the old wizard boomed over the gathering, the torches on the wall rattled and flickered at the sheer power and anger he exuded with a single word. He begrudgingly nodded his head towards her for her to continue.
"As the magic of the Wizengamot has accepted my claims, I hereby wow to serve wizardkind with duty, faith and honor till the day when I shall join you no more. So mote it be." The magic around them gave a final humm of approval before the Lady walked up to her seat and delicately sat down.
In the first row of the pews reserved strictly for -and spelled heavily to protect the identity of- heirs who wished to attend sessions without people knowing of their presence:
A certain Malfoy heir sat in his seat, gaping open mouthed -all sense of decorum forgotten- at the scene in front of him, soundlessly repeating 'What the fuck' over and over like a mantra.
To his right, Heir Zabini was laughing his ass off.
Heir Nott was leaning forward with his chin rested in his palm, a hard look of concentration furrowing his brows, like when he'd stayed up for three consecutive days studying and somehow still managed to beat Draco at chess.
Heiress Greengrass looked on with polite interest while internally already planning a proposal to the breathtaking lady le Fay.
The other heirs were all in similar states of despair and unbelievable amusement as Headmaster Why Does He Have So Many Names tried to pretend that the world wasn't burning down around him.
But the session was far from over.
Oh no.
Because the second it seemed like things would go back to normal, the halls rang with magic once more as another person stepped through the door.
If the Lady le Fay was an earthquake, then the next one was a volcano.
For he was none other, than a tall teenager with pale skin, bright blue eyes, ginger hair and a heavy smothering of freckles.
This was someone who almost everyone recognized.
A Fucking Weasley.
In clothes that looked more expensive than most people's entire existence.
Fumbleslut almost fainted, Draco did, Blaise fell on his ass, Theo broke concentration, Daphne gaped.
So basically, the session was going great.
"I, Ronald Bilius Weasley hereby claim the Seat of The Most Noble House Of Weasley as Lord head of house Weasley."
He took his sweet time going over both houses, giving just enough time for the crowd to recover from what they had seen so far, and after the animals and crests of Weasley and Prewett everyone expected him to move on. But he didn't.
He looked Dumbledore dead in the eye, raising his chin slightly and smirking in a way that screamed 'Slytherin' and 'Trouble' to anyone who dared to look.
"I also hereby lay claim to the Seat of The Most Ancient And Most Imperial House Of Hufflepuff as Lord head of house Hufflepuff." His voice was steady and strong as he spoke. The badger of Hufflepuff pranced around the room before joining the other two crests. The moment it was added was when everyone saw how it had rised to be next to the Lady le Fay's chair. The realignment of three strictly neutral/neutral leaning light/just straight up light houses caused quite a bit of ruckus. Something that people quickly noticed however, was how wide the gap between the two chairs was. Large enough to fit another. The room seemed to glow with how many pictures were being taken.
"I hereby claim the Seat of The Most Ancient And Most Imperial House Of Emrys." Fumbleditch made a choking noise, Draco -who was now awake again- made a noise of pure agony as he realized that the boy in front of him had more political power than his whole family, Blaise looked way too interested in Lord Emrys all of a sudden, you could pretty much see the equasions flying around Theo and Daphne was, once again, staring at le Fay.
"As the magic of the Wizengamot has accepted my claims, I hereby wow to serve wizardkind with loyalty, courage and wisdom till the day when I shall join you no more. So mote it be."
Ron, with a swish of his silver accented cobalt robes (open front, what else would it be?) and enough theatrics to put Professor Fucking Snape to shame, sat down in his seat.
Dumbledore was about to speak when the magic of the wizengamot grew thick and warm in the air, almost visible as one last figure stepped out.
For a split second everyone was too stunned to act, for a singular blessed second, even people's breathing seemed to stop. And all that could be heard, were his rythmic footsteps.
This was the last natural disaster. This was the fucking apocalypse knocking on your doorstep and inviting you over for afternoon tea.
He wore deep green outer robes with a black fur collar and elongated length that sweeped the floor like a cape, with black accents and inner robes in a vivid forest green. A golden medallion resting on his chest, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows carved into it.
He was tall, but not as tall as Emrys, with soft, wavy black hair, killing curse green eyes and brown skin.
As he approached the podium the Chief Warlock broke from his trance and began screeching at a volume that would have put Molly Weasley to shame, all sense of his grandfatherly persona dropping to the ground.
"YOU! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING BOY?!" The man's worst nightmare just lazily glanced up at his headmaster. Furious blue met cold hard green, and he spoke in a soft venomous tone that somehow made it over the crowds ghasps, the camera's flashes and clicks, the reporters and the light side supporters' screams.
"I do not understand your question Headmaster. After all, I am the Lord of my houses. I'm simply just claiming my rightful place." Dumbledoo tried to retaliate, but realizing his position, snapped his jaw shut with a click.
"Thank you. Now, back to business." he sliced his palm, let seven drops of blood fall, and then slowly and surely, as if he had more important things to do, he made a declaration that would shock wizardkind to it's core.
"I, Hadrian Jameson Charlus Potter-Black" Aaaand Draco fainted again " hereby claim the Seat of The Anchient And Most Noble House Of Potter," the Potter Griffin wasted no time flying up into the hall with an earsplitting call. "The Ancient And Most Noble House Of Black," the Black raven soon followed after.
By now, everyone was loosing it, the dark side looked smug about the new power shift, even if they were truly panicking on the inside about how badly they have antagonized their new most powerful posible allies (*cough* Lucius Malfoy *cough*), the neutrals were free to show that they didn't understand what was going on, the light side was revolting and Fumbledoor was shaking with rage.
Lord Potter-Black just smirked and made a sweeping gesture with his hands, echoing Bumblewhore's earlier movements. "I hereby lay claim to the Seat of The Most Ancient And Most Imperial House Of GRYFFINDOR!" His voice rose to shout the last word, and the fabled lion of Gryffindor lead out a rumbling roar over the crowd.
But, he wasn't finished yet.
"The MOST ANCIENT And MOST IMPERIAL House Of SLYTHERIN!" he was shouting, but his voice still held a deadly calm aura. The snake of house Slytherin leaped forth from the bowl, coiling around its lord protectively before disappearing like the ones before it.
There were screams and shouts of foul play or 'next dark lord' even from some of the members of the Wizengamot themselves. Fumblydumbly even tried to get out of his seat to strangle the boy himself before his assistant managed to stop him by immobilizing him temporarily.
The young Lord Slytherin just let their insults and hatred roll off of him in waves, seemingly unbothered by it all.
His voice didn't waver as he finished off his list.
"AND THE SEAT OF THE MOST ANCIENT AND IMPERIAL HOUSE OF PEVERELL! AS LORD HEAD OF HOUSES POTTER, BLACK, GYFFINDOR, SLYTHERIN AND PEVERELL!" The Peverell thestral sprang forth and that, was finally enough of a presentation of power for people to get the memo. He was not to be trifled with.
"As the magic of the Wizengamot has accepted my claims, I hereby wow to serve wizardkind with honor, power and loyalty till the day when I shall join you no more. So mote it be."
Hadrian Jameson Charlus Potter-Black took careful measured strides as he walked up to his chair, looking over the faces of the Wizengamot members without ever sparing a glance at Dimblydumbly.
There, sat atop their thrones above a world of chaos the Golden Trio had all but one though.
Things were about to get interesting.