Harry Potter: Raised By Roses

Chapter Forty-Three: Chat With A Moon

The trio, Cedric, the Weasley twins, Neville, and a few other students were immediately sent t the hospital wing once the Hogwarts Express arrived at the school. They were not surprised, given the aura and abilities the dementor had. Any students that had been exposed to it should go right to the hospital wing.

Madam Pomfrey looked a little busy. Just kidding, she was obviously overwhelmed with the amount of students that came to her before the term even began. The siblings always pitied the poor nurse because even with how skilled she was, she was almost as overworked as McGonagall. She was one person taking care of almost a thousand students by herself. And it did not help that she also had a habit of keeping students overnight if she thought that they needed to be. It made sense for like when Harry had to have his arm bones regrown. But for simple things she could fix in a few minutes, like a broken arm, it was not as necessary.

Madam Pomfrey did also have a reputation in Hogwarts. She was known as the Dragon Lady of the Hospital Wing. When you take into account her fierceness when it came to her patients and how protective she got when it came to them, you could definitely compare her to a mother dragon protecting her nest.

But when almost two dozen students came into the Hospital Wing because of the dementors, you could almost see her sweating behind the fury in her eyes.

"Dementors near children," she rants as she takes care of them. "Could our minister be anymore stupid than to place those horrible creatures near a school."

"This is the same man that barged into a courtroom in Greece and tried to order people not under his power to let Lockhart go free," Harry reminded her.

"It does not surprise us at all that idiot is involved in this," Melody rolled her eyes.

"That's it, I'm keeping Olivia on speed dial," Krinos got out his mirror phone. "Not that I think even her can talk sense into that imbecile."

"Common sense and British Ministry of Magic do not mix," Harry crossed his arms. "Didn't most Death Eaters bribe their way out of prison after claiming to be under the imperious curse or something."

"Right you are, Harry," Cedric said. "My father works at the ministry in the Department of Magical Transportation and he always comes home complaining about the number of Death Eaters that walk around the ministry like they own the place."

"Sounds like your dad," Fred started.

"Is in the same boat as ours," George finished.

"My gran says the same thing," Neville says. "But while technically she is son the side of the 'Light' on the Wizengamot, a lot of her personal beliefs are more on the 'Gray' side of things."

"Uh... mind explaining, guys," Melody requested.

The siblings knew that Harry was the future Lord Potter, but mainly did not know anything about how politics worked in magical Britain. Well, beyond a lot of bribing and corruption that Kingsley complains about whenever he visits T'challa at Crystal Rose.

"Well, the Wizengamot is the main government body of our country," Cedric explained. "It is made from the Lords and Ladies of all houses with titles. Only one person can be the true representative of their house, with a few exceptions."

"Take our Uncle's house for example," Fred said.

"House Prewett's heirship is passed down through magical twins," George says.

"So after our uncles were killed during the war," Fred started.

"The heirship passed to us and we have our great aunt act as proxy," George finished.