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James nodded in understanding and took her hand as a gesture of comfort. "Once
the war is over, maybe I should take up the Potter seat on the Wizengamot. If women were
allowed to do it, I'd just pass it over to you. It technically doesn't exist, but it should. Dad
never raised a fuss, and I've never thought much about it. But you're right. People we love
are being discriminated against. I could have the power to change that."
Mia rolled her eyes dramatically. "It's ridiculous that a woman can be Minister for
Magic, but she's not allowed on the Wizengamot." Yet.
She knew that several women sat on the Wizengamot in the future. As honourable
as her brother's intentions were, she also knew that the Potter seat would not exist under
his hand. No such seat existed in the future, except that she recalled Kingsley and Sirius
talking to Harry about rectifying that. Harry had baulked at the idea and had come to her
for advice since he knew nothing about how the laws of the Wizarding world worked, and
he was worried that if he did take up a Potter seat, he would accidentally make things
politically worse.
James shrugged his shoulders. "It's all ridiculous. The whole thing is just made up
of the Sacred Twenty-Eight for the last century or so."
"How did we not end up on that, by the way? Potters are purebloods. Grandfather
Black wouldn't have allowed Mum to marry Dad otherwise," she said, recalling the story
of how Charlus and Dorea fell in love. Cygnus Black the second had loved his daughter to
the point of allowing her to marry outside an arrangement, and to a family of known blood-
traitors at that. Had the Potters been anything but pure, however, Mia knew that Dorea
could have just as easily ended up a Malfoy, a Lestrange, or a Crouch.
James chuckled. "Oh, that's an old family tale. Apparently, Cantankerous Nott
began his book on the pureblood families when he was still in Hogwarts. Some sort of
personal project, I suppose. Well, naturally, he was a Slytherin and, as you know, Potters
are always Gryffindors."
Mia rolled her eyes. "A rivalry? Seriously?"
"Great-Grandfather Titus Potter pissed off the author of the Pureblood Directory, and
when the Notts gained political standing, the so-called 'Sacred Twenty-Eight' included
everyone except the Potters," James informed her, using air quotes in reference to the
supposedly "sacred" pureblood families.