The ritual chambers were a thing of beauty. The ceilings were two stories high - a mosaic of Hekate, goddess of magic. The altar was located in the center of a pentagram in the middle of the room. There were five candles on each of the vertices of the pentagram - a black, a yellow, a blue, a red, and a green. A circle enclosed the pentagram. Standing near the altar was a goblin dressed in healer robes with the Gringotts emblem emblazoned upon it.
"Lord Peverell, I am Healer Ailbhe," she said. "To do this ritual you need to strip and don the ceremonial robes that have been placed by the altar then lay down in its place." I immediately followed her instructions, removing my clothes and putting on the ceremonial robes. The robes were white silk with gold runes sewn into them. I climbed onto the altar and proceeded to lay down flat on my back. Healer Ailbhe made her way around the ritual circle lighting the candles. As she did, she began to chant.
"Es aicinu uguns stihiju uz šo loku
nesot sev līdzi atdzimšanu, cerību un attīrīšanos," she said, lighting the red candle.
"Es aicinu zemes elementu uz šo loku
nesot sev līdzi piezemētību, stabilitāti un potenciālu," she said, as she lit the green candle.
"Es aicinu ūdens stihiju uz šo loku
nesot sev līdzi attīrīšanu un atspirdzinājumu," she said, as she lit the blue candle.
"Es aicinu gaisa stihiju uz šo loku
nesot sev līdzi intelektu, saikni un būtību," she said, as she lit the yellow candle.
"Es aicinu elementa garu uz šo loku
nesot sev līdzi dievišķo dievietes iejaukšanos," she said, as she lit the black candle.
"Slava mātei
Maģijas dieviete
Slava Hekatei
Es piesaucu tavu spēku
Lai attīra un dod spēku
Atbrīvot no visa ļaundabīgā
Noņem visu svešo maģiju
kas cenšas kontrolēt
kas cenšas saistīt
kas cenšas paverdzināt
Izmetiet to no šī loka," she said. Pain began. First as an ebb but steadily growing stronger as if my very being was being pulled from me. And darkness pulled me into its arms.
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"Why hasn't he woken up yet?" I heard a voice yell as I slowly became conscious once more. "He's been out for three hours, why is it taking so long for him to wake up?"
"You'll give yourself an aneurysm stressing yourself like that, Barty," I said, finally placing the voice.
"Harry!" He exclaimed, voice full of relief. The next thing I knew I was wrapped up in his arms. "Are you okay? I was so worried. You weren't waking up. We could barely feel your pulse at times."
"I'm sorry I scared you, Barty," I said, pulling back to look at him.
"You should get dressed Lord Peverell," said Ragnok. "Then we can return to my office. There are still a few more things that we need to handle." With Barty's help, I was able to get dressed. My body felt as if it had been trampled by a herd of hippogriffs. Barty kept his arm around my waist as we made our way back to Ragnok's office.
As we sat, Ragnok asked, " What would you like to do about the marriage contract as well as the use of your Wizengamot seats?"
"I want to get rid of the contract. Even if Ginny wasn't stealing from me, I would never see her as more than my ex-best friend's little sister," I said. "As for the Wizengamot seats, I'm not sure what I can do. What would you suggest, Ragnok?"
"As the seats were used without your permission, you can overturn the votes and the Wizengamot would have to do a revote. Dumbledore only has two seats of his own - one for his defeat of Grindelwald and one as Headmaster of Hogwarts. He's only allowed to use the Headmaster seat in the event of needing a tiebreaker. With the Potter seats, however, he was able to become the Chief of the Wizengamot as so many other seats were dormant leaving him with the majority."
"And how many seats do I have?" I asked.
"If you could place three drops of blood on this piece of parchment it will tell you," Ragnok said, placing a sheet of parchment and a knife on the desk in front of me. I pricked my finger and let three drops of blood fall onto the parchment. Barty then took my hand and healed it.
WIZENGAMOT SEATS:
Potter (Lord) - 3 seats
Evans (Lord) - 2 seats
Black (Heir) - 3 seats
Gryffindor (Lord) - 6 seats
Slytherin (Heir) - 6 seats
Hufflepuff (Lord) - 6 seats
Ravenclaw (Lord) - 6 seats
Peverell (Lord) - 4 seats
"You will only be able to use the Black and Slytherin seats however when you become Lord Black and Slytherin or if the current Lords make you their proxy," Ragnok said.
"How many seats are there in the Wizengamot?" I asked, curiously.
"There are 150 seats," Ragnok said. "Dumbledore is the leader of the Light Faction. Since he had your Potter seats assigned to the Light, and so many of your other houses were dormant, the Light faction had the majority of seats making him as Faction leader the Chief of the Wizengamot,"
"So whichever Faction I assign my seats to the Faction leader will become the Chief of the Wizengamot?"
"Precisely," Ragnok said.
"Do I have to assign them now or can I wait until I've learned more about it?" I asked Ragnok.
"It can wait, Lord Peverell," he responded.
"Thank you for all of your help, Ragnok," I said, as Barty and I stood.
"It was a pleasure doing business with you, Lord Peverell," Ragnok said. Barty - still disguised as Moody - and I made our way out of Gringotts and apparated back to the tunnel.
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