Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 38| Brutal Realization

As Heirs, and soon to be Lords, the teens were all permitted to go to the Wizengamot Winter Solstice event. There, they had to listen to hundreds of ridiculous assertions and bills. It was both boring and aggravating to listen to. Especially with how ever so subtle Lemon drop- they had decided to change his name to Lemon drop to make it sound a little more natural- would push for one side! The majority of the Light families were idiots was what they came to. Then something happened, something that made Harry sit up straight and force himself not to glare.

"It has come to my attention that no person has yet to claim the titles of Hogwarts Heirs. It has been believed for hundreds of years that their lines have died out. We must hold their seats, high, yes, but we also must give Hogwarts her voice! This burden should be given to the headmasters of Hogwarts, who are the closest to her and the children learning there."

There were murmurs of agreements from the Light side, while the Dark families could barely hold onto their masks of indifference for looks of disgust and rage. What Dumbledore had just purposed was that he be given the right to control all four Houses, which alone would make him unstoppable, but he would also take control of whoever was connected to those Houses! Oh, lets not forget, he straight up lied! Or at least ignored Voldemort, a known Parselmouth! A Slytherin trait!

Harry took a deep breath, gripping his seat's arms. He was an Heir till the end of his fifth year, or till someone emancipates him, which meant he had no right to speak aloud. It annoyed him greatly. He was older than Dumbledore, in terms of soul, and yet he had to sit quietly and pretend to be a child. This was one of the few times he hated being in the past.

It wasn't long before votes began. Of course, many of the Dark families argued against it. It was only because of them that Dumbledore didn't have full control over Hogwarts. Even still, it was devastating to know that he would have so much power over what was to be decided. It disgusted those that knew who he truly was.

After that hellish nightmare, the adults seemingly agreed to go to Grimmauld  Place. The adults, including Dowery Longbottom and Xenophilius Lovegood, had went to one room while they sent the children to go play/talk in another. Which was good, the adults were liking getting drunk and the Gods needed to update their plans, as well as find out what the others were thinking.

"I can't believe he would do that! Has he any shame!" Neville hissed, a disgust look on his face.

"Exactly! He's old enough to know how important familial blood is!" Draco growled.

Harry was buzzing with anger while Hermione, who had been summoned not too long after they came home, looked confused.

"What's going on?" Hermione leaned forward, giving each of them a look. She didn't want to wait till Daily Prophet talked about it. Besides, it looked serious.

"He's trying to make himself able to take all of the Hogwarts' seats!" Harry scowled darkly, his eyes sparking to life.

Draco made a low growl, his eyes shimmering with promised vengeance. The bushy haired witch covered her mouth, her eyes wide.

"They couldn't agree to that! T-That's going against everything! The Goblins will throw a riot!" She screeched, wiping her head left and right.

"He already got the ruling, that damn bastard." Fred growled, leaning back with his brother.

Her eyes widen before she hissed, growing angrier the more they talked about this. She doubted the Dailey Prophet would say anything about how this would actually affect the Wizarding world, allowing such a man hold so much power. They were just giving him everything, all so perfectly gift wrapped!

"We need at least three different blooded heirs of Hogwarts to overrule anything he says!" Harry snapped, practically shaking. Everything was seemingly falling apart, and he was just barely holding it together.

The room's tense anger dissipated as they all took in his disgusted expression. Since Remus was fired, Harry had been spending every other night after dinner in Dumbledore's office. Even getting detention didn't stop that, it only counted towards it. They all were sure the creepy old man was prying into his brain as often as he could, probably spouting Light Propaganda as well.

Then there was the fact that Dumbledore kept his secrets well hidden, and they weren't even close to finding anything that would severely hit him! Not even on his family's side!

Sylph and Owl quickly went to his side, hugging him as close as they could. He took a deep breath, leaning into their hold. He couldn't believe this.

"We checked all the lines." He groaned, sighing heavily.

"We know at least two..." Sylph muttered, wrinkling his nose.

"Three. Before I retired, I had found a line that was close to the Ravenclaws." Everyone looked to him, questioning who. "Prince, or Snape at this point."

The room went silent, everyone looking to the blond. He didn't look very confident about what he said.

"I'll have to recheck, but I believe he would help. He doesn't look to be happy with Lemon-drop."

The room was silent again. Two living lines, and they needed three separate people to overrule Lemon-drop, and to take the seats from him. Phoenix leaned forward, covering his face with his hands. He just had a thought. A very Gryffindor thought.

"No one's going to like this." As he said that, he looked to Raven.

The blond winced but nodded. "None of his soul has been destroyed... We only need the big parts too..." He murmured.

Owl looked between them, uncertain about something. Hare frowned, but nodded.

"Yes... It should work..." She hummed aloud, making the two grandfathers flinch.

"What should work?" George and Fred leaned forward, looking at their leaders before the two Ravenclaws.

Phoenix sighed for what felt like the hundredth time.

"We're going to bring Voldemort back, sane and in our control."

Hey, as a quick update, I'm moving to a new house. So, chapter updates are going to be on hold for a bit. I hope you enjoyed the chapter though!

                                ~SR