"Nothing else?"
"Who is Lord Slytherin?"
Harry frowned. "The hell if I know."
"You don't?"
"Of course, I don't! Why would I? You think I'm chummy with him, do you? When he's in the habit of sticking his wand under my chin and threatening me in front of the whole school?"
"But… but something must have happened to change the timeline. He wasn't here last time around."
Harry rolled his eyes. "You'll understand it if I don't have a great memory for the ins and outs of the wizarding world's social circles from last time around. Maybe someone else came back with us too?"
John groaned.
"How did you come back anyway?" Harry asked. "Whatever it was must have pulled me along as well."
John stiffened. "I'm not telling you." He sneered and waved his wand in Harry's general direction. "You won't get away with this."
Oh, he did not just say that. Harry looked at John with half-lidded eyes. "And what exactly am I supposed to be getting away with? Not being sent to Azkaban for a crime I didn't commit?"
"You're changing the timeline!" "And that's bad, how?"
"Huh?"
"I said, 'why is that a bad thing?'"
John narrowed his eyes. "I'm not telling you anything. You'd probably help him."
Harry shrugged. "Well, until you've got something more useful to talk with me about, I suggest you keep yourself to yourself."
John walked his way towards the door, but before he opened it, he turned back, fixing Harry with a nasty smile. "You'll see. I'll do what needs to be done and show everyone that they were right about me — and that you don't deserve anything." John opened the door, steeped through it, and slammed it behind him. Harry stared at the door for a moment. Wow. Then he cast a tempus and grinned. Oops, almost time for him to take his place on the Hogwarts Board — that was a something more than anything, wasn't it?
Thirty minutes later, Lord Slytherin walked into the Hogwarts grand meeting room and surveyed the inhabitants.
There was Lord Malfoy and Lord Parkinson who made up the small Dark faction on the board. There was Lord Woodcroft—the man who owned his Hogsmeade apartment—talking to Lord Jacob Greengrass, the two of them together making up the Gray contingent. And finally, the Light — Lords Hawking, Smith, Blott, Fowley, Black, and Potter, along with the only non noble present, Ambrosius Flume, who acted as chairman. Despite being allowed to sit as a silent witness, Dumbledore surprisingly not present.
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The inhabitants turned from their own private conversations, some standing, some sitting, and briefly regarded him with varying degrees of wariness. Jacob waved and grinned.
Ambrosius Flume cleared his throat. "Well, now that we are all here, perhaps we should get down to business?"
Harry took a seat in between Jacob and Woodcroft, directly opposite his father who was staring at him with a look of deep suspicion.
"Right," Flume started, "minutes of the previous meeting—"
"Ah, one moment, Mister Chairman." Lord Potter put a finger up. "A point of protocol. I think we'd all be interested to hear our newest member's opinion on the proper protocol for board members to be on school grounds when a meeting is not in session."
Harry inclined his head. "A house matter, Lord Potter. Perfectly within the rights of a Lord of the Wizengamot."
"Shoving your wand in is your house matter, how?"
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"The boy was attacking my betrothed. I was merely administering a verbal warning."
"You come to me if you wish to communicate a warning. Harry is my son, not yours."
Harry couldn't help a note of annoyance slip into his voice. "Oh, really? And when was the last time you communicated with the little squib exactly? Ten years ago?"
James Potter opened his mouth angrily to retort, but was cut off by Flume.
"—I think that this has moved far enough from a mere point of protocol now, thank you, my lords." Flume's voice was firm and both Harry and Lord Potter quietened. "Now, as I was saying, minutes of the previous meeting…"
John was still angry half an hour after confronting his brother, but that anger quickly left when he eventually ran into Susan who was practically vibrating with purpose.
"John, Granger is in Healer training."
John hesitated. "So?" "I saw Greengrass out near the lake with Davis, but then Davis left and now it's just Greengrass."
John suddenly realised what Susan was getting at. "You think we should do it now?" They'd been waiting for an opportunity to talk with Greengrass disguised as Hermione for days.
"Yes!" Susan whispered, eyes bright. "It's perfect! Do you have the hairs on you?"
"Sure, they're here." John took out the small jar from his pocket.
"Right. Give me a few moments." Susan took the jar and started fiddling with it. "Can you transfigure the crest on my robes into the Slytherin one?"
John frowned. "I thought I was going to do this?"
Susan gave him what he thought to be an unneeded patronising look, all the more irksome because of the cuteness of the face on which it was displayed. "John, you didn't really think that you'd be able to pass for a Slytherin Princess, did you?"
John hesitated. That sounded like the kind of question that had no winning answer.
"C'mon boy-who-lived," Susan smiled. "Chop chop."
Harry gazed around the room, his brain doing political calculus while Flume brought up the fascinating question of whether Charity Burbage should have her request for an updating of the muggle studies curriculum approved or, as was more likely, rejected. Over half the board members might be light, but they were still a mostly old and stodgy lot.
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