the_debt_of_time

Following behind the Minister for Magic was Arthur, accompanied by a tall, blond
man who somewhat resembled Lucius Malfoy but without the permanent sneer and
looking much more relaxed as well. Percy Weasley brought up the rear.
As the doors closed, locking the session, Kingsley took possession of the podium.
"I call to order this session of the Wizengamot on the eighteenth of January, 1999.
Presiding Minister for Magic and interim Chief Warlock, Kingsley Shacklebolt. Advisor to
the Minister, Hyperion Greengrass," he said, gesturing to the tall, blond wizard,
"Undersecretary Arthur Weasley, and Junior Assistant Percival Weasley present. First order
of business is what was voted upon during our last session."
Almost immediately, half of the Wizengamot began muttering bitterly under their
breath.
"Harry James Potter, please step forward."
"We've rehearsed this," Mia whispered to Harry. "Do not divert from the script. I
know the legislation better than you do. I spent my entire time working at the Ministry
researching every ancient law that still applies. If we plan to hold them accountable to those
laws, then they'll do the same with us. No matter what, control your temper."
Harry acknowledged her words silently and stepped to the centre of the room.
Kingsley smiled down at him from the podium. "The Wizengamot has petitioned
and voted and, in overwhelming favour, has decided to grant to the House of Potter its
ancient family seat on the Wizengamot, effective immediately."
Half of the Wizengamot applauded; the audience followed suit.
Harry smiled politely. "Thank you, Minister. As the Head of the House of Potter, I
accept."
"And will you, Lord Potter, join us now?" Kingsley asked, gesturing to the empty
seat beside Bill Weasley.
Harry cleared his throat. "No. I am formally declining the offered position."
Many began whispering and mumbling in shock.
Hyperion Greengrass spoke up, "You refuse to sit in the seat you've just accepted
on behalf of your House?" he asked, obviously curious, though not nearly as offended-
looking as many who were sitting to his right. Peneus Parkinson was glaring at Harry. Fudge
and Umbridge both looked apoplectic.