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Warning: The Normal with me, Slash, Dash and Bash, No Lemons (Smut, I mean smut, but I'm old school so whatever) in this chapter. Actually there's not much bashing in this chapter either, well enjoy.

Oh and well I do try my best, there will be spelling mistakes and so on, I do try I swear, and I would put to a beta, but once I finish a chapter I usually get super excited and want to post it straight away. So sorry about my bad English.

Chapter Sixteen: People and Lords

I looked on with a sigh, as I saw the mass of student gathering with a broom in their hand at the middle of the pitch, while the stands where filling up with spectators. This I'm sure would prove to be a long evening.

"Alright," I began, "I didn't know there where this many people in Gryffindor," I said looking around. "So if you aren't a Gryffindor, bugger off, please." I paused "Try out for your own house."

Several people left the field looking guilty, but that still left a large amount of people, including several first years. To which I'm pretty sure there was a rule against.

I swished my wand waving it at the sky causing several rings to form high above the pitch in an oval path, they were large allowing several people to fly through them at once.

"You'll all do five laps, miss a single one of these rings and you are out. Ten will go at a time." I looked at everyone, meeting Katie's eye she gave me a grin before she mounted her broom and rose. Several other people followed her, ten was cut into five as the next group began. It was a good exercise that trimmed away from those who could fly and those who were just there. A second year chucked a hissy fit when I told him to leave, he claimed that he made all the rings and that I couldn't see everything. To which I wave the piece of parchment in front of him showing him that he did indeed miss one.

The evening dragged on in order to find a team who worked well. The Chaser where chosen, Katie returning to the team with ease, along with Demelza Robins who was practically good at dodging bludgers. Dean Thomas also made it, however who truth be told he needed a bit of work, but he was better than anyone else who turned up.

Jimmy Peaks took up one of the beater potion while the other went to Ritchie Coots, while neither of them had the same charisma that Fred and George had they were good enough for now. They need to learn to work together, but so did everyone.

The position of keeper was going to be a problem. Ron didn't turn up to defend his position and neither did Ginny. But that left two people, Cormac McLaggen who defended four out of five and a second year kid who defended three out of five. I didn't want either, Cormac was very showy and came across as argent and bossy. The kid, Kade Jackson, need a lot of work.

"Okay hears the deal," but as it came down to it I had no choose but to go with them "McLaggen you are the primary Keeper and Jackson you are reserve." I called, to which Jacksons eye widen in surprise and joy. Mclaggen however glowered.

"Why do we need a reserve for Keeper," McLaggen whined.

I stopped, if he was going to be like this it was going to be a painful year. I thought quickly, saying it is because as soon as he becomes better then you, you're out, probably wouldn't go over to well, instead I went with. "The kid has potential and you're not hear next year." This wasn't taken well either but it was still better than telling him the truth.

Katie moved over to me and grinned.

"You'll need to be as bad as Wood I think," she whispered. I rolled my eyes, yeah I knew that already, we needed work.

"What do you think?" I asked her, trusting her.

"Robins is good and the beater will do, Thomas needs some work," she paused "but I can help with that." I gave her a smile, grateful.

"Please do," I turned to look at who was left on the field, the seven that where chosen.

"What happened to the Weasleys anyway?" she asked. "It's been a long time since this team was Weasley free."

"Wouldn't have a clue," I told her. Honestly I was more than a little glad that they weren't here. "Did we figure out if Malfoy was chaser or seeker yet?" I asked, looking over at the two keepers, Jackson shifting under my gaze.

"Seeker, but the kid is being trained up," She told me. "You're going to have so much fun next year," she giggles.

"Let's worry about this year." I told her a little relived at the news considering.

I breathed in and out. "Well congrats you lot and welcome to the team, do as you're told and show up to all training session, fail to do this and I'll have you replaced. Unless you have a decent expiation. Katie here is my second, listen to her and also do what she tells you." I looked at them each, Dean was nodding understanding, Robins seem too happy to care about much, the beaters just listened.

"First training session will be Monday night where we'll go through the motion and learn to work as a team," I concluded giving them all a smile.

Heading towards the locker room I swung my broom over my shoulder glad the evening was over.

But looking forward to the year and being back in the sky once more.

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Susan smiled at me brightly as she approached, "You ready?" she asked. I smiled back and nodded falling into step with her.

"Are you going to that big meeting with all the lords?" she asked after a while, when we couldn't see another person anywhere.

"Yeah, not really sure what to expect of it all," I spoke truthfully, everyone was vague on the matter.

"I'm afraid I can't be much help with that," she conveyed. "All my auntie say about them is that they can be long, I don't think she likes them much."

"Yeah, I got that impression from Sirius as well," I said stepping up onto a log for several steps before jumping off it.

"Sirius Black," she just mused. "It's just horrid what happened to him, really unfair," she said it hesitantly like she was unsure if it was a topic she could broach.

"Unfair doesn't really cover it," I told her bitterly, being mentally tortured for something you didn't do for twelve years is beyond unfair. "But his getting better."

She throws me a kind smile, "I'm glad to hear that, hopefully soon he'll be back to normal."

I paused thinking on it. "I don't think he'll ever be normal, like he was before he went into Azkaban," I paused "too much has happened, but I think he can find a new normal."

"Well I suppose that is the same with anything that happens," she began "the normal that you once knew no longer exists and you need to find a new one, though I know that can be easier said than done," I agreed with her whole heartily. We fell into silence again.

"You think any more on the orphanage?" she questioned.

"Yeah, a lot actually," I told her I liked having someone to talk about this with, someone who encourage the idea. "The more I thought on it, the more I'm interest in the idea."

"That's fantasist!" She exclaimed "Do you have clue where to start?"

"A little bit," I paused thinking back to what Hellbroom had said. "I need to present what I have to the court of lords," I paused "Well not me personally, thinking on it I don't think I want my name publicly tied to it." I told her "Or any names tied to it. And if I was to present it I'm sure some people would reject it because of me." She nodded understanding, anyone on the dark side could reject simply because of me.

"Yeah I understand that," she responded "but first you need to create something to present."

"I was looking into that, I told my account manager about what I want and he came up with a building about to go to action that quiet large and has really good wards already in place, and it'll already be somewhat furnished I'm told so that will be helpful." I rambled on.

"What building?" she questioned.

"The Grod Castle, I think it's called." To this Susan stopped and looked at me, I looked back at her after another moment she began to laugh.

"What?" I asked her feeling my cheeks redden. What was wrong with the Grod Castle, was it cursed or what, I thought bitterly.

"Oh Harry, only you could want that place because of the wards," she responded after she finished laughing, I glared at her. Well not having children murder was important.

"What is it?" I asked her again, please let it be something simple, some common knowledge you only get when you grow up in the wizarding world.

"The Grod's never used the bank, after having a very violent disagreement with the goblins several centuries back," she paused "they empty there vaults and well it's rumoured that all their gold and valuable items is buried under the mansion." Then she said lowly "And if you by the mansion you by their gold," I closed my eyes, I felt stupid but slightly relived.

"But the wards-" she cut me off before I could finish the question.

"Are some of the best there is, they have to be to stop would be thieves," she concluded "And is probably one of the best places for protecting children there no denying that, it's just," she stopped "only you could want it for that and not because of what's under it." We continued walking.

"Maybe that's a good thing though, if I do manage to buy it any gold I find can go back into fixing it up and the orphanage itself." I told her.

"I suppose thought it's not going to be cheap anyway you look at it." She said thoughtfully.

"No, that's okay though."

"You're happy to spend your family fortune on this orphanage?" She said kindly.

I paused. "At the end of the last war people donated to me quite a bit." I didn't really like talking money with people.

"I saw you had sent thank you letters to everyone who did."

"Yeah never written so much in my life, and I ran out of paper so there was a delay for some." I paused "But my point is I'm using that money, it should be put to good use, for something good."

Susan hummed.

"You're a good guy Harry, you know that right?" she asked.

I smile at her. "I try to do right."

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"Will you please just tell us something?" Seamus stressed. It was evening having returned from my walk with Susan.

"NO, why are you so interested in my sex life? Why is everyone so interested in it? For the love of merlin, I'm sixteen." I exclaimed to the room.

"You're famous, that's why the world out their want's to no, being famous means no secrets, no privacy, this shouldn't be new to you harry" Dean answered.

It wasn't, it was just upsetting, violating. "They didn't use to care this much." I continued

"While several years ago, you were a child. And after the end of last year, you shoot right back to the top, when you went up against You-know-who and walked away, again."

"Could be debated that I still am a child," I muttered to myself. They still heard.

"Not by the wizard standards, soon you'll be of the age to marry, and everyone's going to want a piece off your arse." Seamus said.

"No one's getting my arse," I snapped at them, ignoring the fact that someone already had it.

"Most people all so want your asset, that lovely large pile of gold, that comes with being Lord Potter," Neville said.

"Arse, Asset, same this" Seamus said. "both of equal value," He finished throwing me a large grin. I rolled my eyes though I knew I blushed a little.

"So tell us?"

"Tell you want?"

"About your sex life," Seamus finished bouncing a little where he sat on his bed.

"No,"

"Come on just give us something?"

"When did you first kiss?" Dean asked.

"What are you a girl?" Seamus asked throwing his pillow at his friend's head.

"It's Harry, we got to start small, work up a time line," Dean defended grabbing the pillow out of the air with ease before lobbing it back at him.

"Fine," Seamus said defeated. Turning to look back at me. "So when?" I shook my head.

"No I'm not discussing this," Seamus moved quickly. He throws himself at me and we went tumbling back off my bed landing on the floor he easily held me down as he straddles my hips his arms having grabbed mine before I could push him off.

He pinned my arms to my side, being the smallest of all the dormitory, it wasn't hard for anyone to pin me and I wasn't stressed about it, as I knew he would never do anything to me, he was just talking and teasing, this was just him playing around.

He final held me down firmly asking "Just tell me how long did it take for him to kiss you to getting you into bed?" Dean and Neville had moved to sitting on my bed looking at the two of us on the floor.

I tried to get out of the grip he had me in but after a minute it was clear I wasn't going anywhere until I answered "Uh, it was all the same night." I told him my cheeks heating up.

"You had your first kiss with this man the same night you had full on intercourse?" Neville asked. His eyebrows raised.

"Yes" I sounded guilty, I felt guilty, not sure entirely why though.

Seamus began talking again "You went from in one-night kissing to tongue, fingers, dick up your ass." I shifted, I didn't like talking about it with them, it wasn't there business what I did with Mr. Malfoy. It was no one's but mine and his.

But softly I answer feeling a little ashamed "Just the dick." It wasn't wrong right; I didn't do anything wrong did I?

"You did willing have sex with this guy right? You did understand what was happening right?" Seamus was frowning well asking, but still had me pinned. I glanced at Neville and Dean who were also looking at me with frowns.

"Yes, I was willing," I told them "and despite what everyone thinks I know what sex is and how to have sex." I finished looking at them all.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked softly.

"Yes, I'm sure," I stressed, I may have been drinking but I knew perfectly well what I was doing and who I was doing, I might have freaked a little bit out the next morning, but I knew what had happened and I did enjoy it and don't regret it. "Why?" I finally asked not wanting to feel like I did anything wrong.

"Most people don't go from kissing to point D straight away," Seamus said "they usually go through the motion over time, you know point A, B, C then they get to D." he finished with a smile

"What points?" I asked somewhat hesitantly.

"Like the base system" Dean explained, which I understood. Once heard Dudley bragging 3rd base with a girl, that was gross to hear and imagine.

However, it was unfamiliar to both Neville and Seamus. "What's the base System?" Seamus asked, Neville also looked at Dean with interest.

"Baseball," they both looked at him still blank "There are four bases in baseball, which is a sporting game and in the muggle world you can also use it metaphorically to say how far you got with someone." He explained "1st base is making out," he began to list "2nd base is feeling someone up or a hand job, 3rd base is oral and 4th base or a home run is sex" he explained using his hands to help explain.

"That's just weird," Seamus remark, Dean shrugged. "Anyway the point system I made up, so it's way better." Seamus informed us.

"Of Course you did," I muted dryly.

He ignored me and continued "And can only really be used in relation to Gay sex." I glared at him.

"Point A is anal figuring," he said waving two figures in the air, letting go of my right arm. "Point B is a blow job," he continues to explain, as he opens his mouth wide slightly sticking out his tongue making a sound. "Point C in Cumming."

"You didn't cum from the blow job?" Neville asked.

"Not if I was the one giving it," he paused "and I can't say I've ever cum from just figures, unless they're also jerking me off, more just a get used to have something up there, you no," he said smiling down at me.

"Anyway that's followed by point D, can you guess what D stands for Harrykins?" Seamus said. I only glared at him. "D stands for Dick!" he said happily "See what I did there?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes "You've put way too much effort into this," I told him "And get off me," I said giving him a shove. He fell sideways.

"Well come on, I'm proud of that," he said grinning "It's one of my proudest achievement."

"That's a little sad Seamus," I told him. "You spend too much time thinking about Sex."

"Well duh, I'm a teenage boy, sex is constantly on my mind," I rolled my eyes at him "Oh Come on, Harry you have to think about it too," he said "I mean you've got someone to fuck regularly, some that has to be on your mind."

"Maybe I'm just different," I said defiantly.

"Well that's a given," he teased "But you are also a teenage boy, full of hormones raging around inside your body."

"Sex isn't constantly on my mind," I declared.

"Liar, how can it not be?"

"I'm satisfied?" I kind of asked, honestly between everything going on in my life it more likely I'm left in a constant state of worry which puts a damper on things, like thinking about sex, though I suppose I did think on it a bit, well Lucius I thought of Lucius and sex a bit, but I was never going to admit to that.

Dean snorted while Neville laughed. Seamus looked over at me with an odd look in his eye before his grin grew wider and wider.

"Satisfied huh?" he asked.

"Oh Fuck off Seamus," I whined at him as I saw where his thoughts where going.

"Just promise me something Harry," he said once I pulled myself of the floor, looking down at him starched out.

"Never do something you don't want to do alright?" he said "You seemed to have dived into things quickly with this guy, and just because his your first," he waved his hand, "And his older, doesn't mean that you have to go along with everything he wants, you can say 'No' anytime, even if it's to something you've already done, you can say 'No', and or walk away." I met his eyes and honest felt moved.

"I know, but thank you Seamus," I spoke softly, as he pulled himself up.

"Besides I'm more than happy to see to all your sexual needs if needed and I promise to just as satisfying," he said grinning at me.

"Yeah, No I'm good thanks Seamus," I told him.

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It was just past seven when I left the tower and head toward the fourth floor to see if Sirius was ready. Which in all honesty I doubted that he would be ready, hence the reason I was finding him early. But who knows, I thought, he might prove me wrong.

I shifted in the new cloths that I was wearing, they were nice, like really nice. Fitted perfectly and wear so comfy, plus there was no itching like some new cloths had. The colouring was of navy and black with a long robe that didn't drag (being sorter than most I usually had robes that dragged along quite a bit.) Safe to say I liked the clothes a lot. You learnt the difference that price had to offer after a while. Like the thread counts sheets, you grow up with cheap sheets you can easily buy, you think they're fine, and they are fine, but they you spend several nights on 1000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and you see the difference or feel it. I mean that doesn't mean you're going to go out and buy those sheets, but you can appreciate it.

That's kind of why I kept and still wear Malfoy shirt, often.

I think.

Or it could be because it's like my little secret that no one else knows about.

My musing took me all the way to the portrait that swung open wide allowing me entrance to the room behind it.

The lounge area was empty when I stepped through. But as I came up to the arm chair I saw Sirius standing at the top of the stairs in the arch of the open door to the bedroom behind him. He was glaring at the mug in his hand like it had personally offended him.

"Um Padfoot?" I asked quietly, not really sure if I should disturb him in his death stare. His eyes flicked up still glaring, now at me.

"I want coffee," was all he said, going back to glaring at the mug.

"No coffee you fleabag, I already told you this," a voice from behind him snap. Snape was here, I mean why not, he was having the man's baby. Some part of me, wants the kid to be super high maintenance when Snape has to look after it. Though a much larger part hopes that the child would be the quiet kind, I think Sirius deserves that.

"Have you tried decaf?" I asked Sirius, sitting down in the arm chair. He looked back up at me.

"Decaf?" he inquired.

"Yeah you know, Decaffeinated coffee," I told him. "Coffee without the caffeine."

"That sounds a bit pointless," he retorted.

"Um okay, just trying to help" was all I said, leaving him to brew.

After a while he asked "Where would I get this 'decaf'?"

"No idea, the muggle world." I said with a shrug.

"Sev?" he asked with a little whine, turning around to look back into the bedroom.

"No," was the only reply. Even before he could ask anything.

"But-" Sirius tried again.

But was cut off with another "No."

He gave a huff and looked back down into his mug before sitting it on the railing and walking down the steps.

He starched his hands out pulling me up for a hug. Before putting me at arm distance his eyes running up and down my new outfit I shifted suddenly feeling self-concise about what I was wearing.

"What?" I finally demanded.

"Nothing," he said "you look good," He paused. "Where did you get these?" he quizzed.

I only shrugged "around." He gave me a look, his head turning to the side slightly. But before he could say anything he gave out a groan before moving very quickly to the bathroom.

I heard him wrenching. I gave a sigh and sat back down again. Waiting for him to finish.

"Don't let him drink any coffee," the smooth drawl of Snape carried down from above.

Glancing up I met Snape's gaze before nodding, "Got it no coffee," pausing. "anything else?"

"Garlic and chicken," was the short answer. "And absolutely no alcohol." I gave another nod in understanding before silence fell over us, but that was okay. It's not like we had much to talk about.

It was another good ten minutes before Sirius re-joined us.

He hand was running over his mouth. "that's just gross" he said aloud to the room. "Time to go." He looked at me. Before meeting Snape, I looked down at the letter I was holding, letting them have a privet moment.

"If I throw up upon arrival just move quickly away and don't say a word," Sirius said with a small grin, as he stood next to me I rolled my eyes at him.

"I'll see you at lunch," he told Snape. But I didn't hear a response as we were whipped away quickly by the portkey and landed with a small thud on the black marble floor of a small room. I looked quickly around at Sirius who was bracing his hands on his knees looking at the ground.

"You okay?" I asked.

"No I need to sit down," was his reply I helped him move over to the wall where he slide down tucking his head between his knees.

It took several minutes before he was able to move again, in this time a young man who stood tall had walked through the door before leaving again. He came back with a serious looking woman, as I was helping Sirius up. The woman had a square jaw with closed cropped grey hair while wearing a monocle.

"Lord Black are you alright?" she asked.

Sirius looked up and gave the woman a tight lipped smile, "Quiet alright," he straightens. And lent in closer to her with a smile, "haven't been feeling right lately."

She gave a tight smile as her eyes narrowed in on the man. "Very well," she held her hand out to the door, "Best get something to eat then."

We moved into a larger room that which held a gathering of people ten or so, all milling around tall table that hell trays of food all fancily laid out.

We moved over to a bench that allowed Sirius to sit back down.

"Do you know about the lords?" Sirius asked as I looked around. Though the room was small everything thing in here seemed to be of high quality with everything perfectly set.

"No not really," I whispered looking around at the other men in the room.

"Well there are about a hundred seats, a hundred lords." Sirius began. "split into three categories, well four kinds of. Well they don't really have official names you could split the lords into high, mid and low." He began "those here, are the high lords or Ladies. You and me, high lords, so to speak."

"What does that mean?"

"More political power, more sway and more money." Sirius concluded. "High lords are always address as lord when in court. While mid and low are technically lords they aren't addressed as so. But if they have another title always use it.

"What's the forth?"

"Those who have earned it, any one whose revised an Order of Merlin, First Class, is offered a seat, and if you've earned enough money you can also come to these things, or anything thing significant. I mean you'd only have the same amount of power as a lower lord, and unlike the lower lords you can't pass the title off to a kid."

"So basically anyone with some kind of official title is here?" I remember back to the day in the study about only being allowed to marry someone with a title.

"Just the heads, but yeah pretty much." Sirius nodded.

"Pretty much also goes like that when voting, if 3 quarter of the high lords vote one way and everything single other person vote the other way, they will go with the high lords."

"Why have everyone else if the votes don't matter."

"Help solve the tie breakers, give people a sense of power and thinking they have a say, I don't know it's just always been that way," Sirius argued shrugging. "but of course there's a hierarchy amongst the high lords, some have more power than others." I looked around the room had filled up more somewhere looking our way.

"Bet most of them are glad to see Dumbledore gone," I looked back at him, "While you'll underage and I was imprisoned slash on the run Dumbledore was our proxy," he said it kind of bitterly "that gave him way too much power, and I'm still not entirely sure what he did with it."

"Then why did you leave it to him?" asked a voice to my left just behind me.

"I didn't, I left it to the Potters," Sirius responded sourly. "When Dumbledore claimed himself as his magical guardian he got control over most of the estate, which included both the Potter and Black seat." He finished.

"Lord Edward Burke," the man introduced himself. "Pleasure to meet you Lord Potter." He said with a slight bow. I nodded it returned, "you too." I replied, "Black" he greeted before he glided away.

"Edward looks after the political side of things well his brother Edmund Burke looks after the family business," Sirius said with a smile.

There was only one place I had heard that name before, "As in 'Borgin and Burke'?" I asked.

"The very same." He told me. "there are twenty high lords and then forty mid lords and forty lower. Everyone will sit in their section so you can see who's who. Without proxy Dumbledore is only mid and so is Sev."

"Isn't he supreme something-" I inquired.

"Wrong court," he told me "the wizengamot is judging those who have broken the law, you've got a seat on that bench to, not that you need to turn up to that one really. This is the one that creates laws and similar things. His other title has to do with the international stuff," he answered.

"Oh, okay." Was all I said.

"The war last time was horrible, and this one looks like it heading the same way, I mean with the mess going one in the muggle world." He paused "the murders of powerful people." He stopped again "I mean even Madam Bones house was attached summer gone, she would have died as he was there, but she got called away at the last minute." Sirius looked kind of smug at that, so I made a questioning look.

"They were signing all these paper work for me, and the injury I got in June, played up." I gave a smiles "feel like that's the only one I've been able to stop." He pauses "But it was a good one to stop," he paused again "Not that I'm say some lives are more important than other, but-" I cut him off.

"I get it Sirius," he gave me a relived smile. "Anyway the last war, they passed a decree that gave the aurors more power and hit wizards, well they created hit wizards, so they say." He looked uncomfortable.

"Hit wizards?"

"Killers pretty much, strike first, kill them first," he paused "Aurors job is to bring them in alive, hit wizards where never expected to return with a living person." He looked down at his feet. "This is pretty much what todays going to be about, the morning will have people presenting an argument for and against, returning these power and then the floor will open up and people will argue back and forth until such time as we are all ready to vote." He finished stopping a floating try of food as it passed us, picking up slices of fruit, "any questions?" he asked plopping the food into his mouth.

"I don't have to talk do I or make my opinion known, right?" he gave me a smile.

"No, you can sit there and watch the mess unfold with me."

We were ordered to go in shortly after that.

The room was similar and different to the one I had entered last year, there where lines of seat getting higher each row you went back. And it was circular like the court room. But there was no chair to look down at only a podium. To the left and the right sat four rows of chair with five seat to a row and a wall behind them. Preventing anyone looking down on them, these seats also started nearly seven or eight feet up with stairs on the side closest to the entrance, which appeared to be the only way in or out. The front was nearly level with the ground this had a table that was curved slightly as to go with the flow of the room. To the left and right of this table where stairs that headed up into the rows of seats, longer, the rose high to account for all the other member of court. The middle of the table in the front stood Madam Bones, talking to some gentlemen to her left, who was holding a roll of parchment in his fist, the only other person I recognised was the new minister of magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, with his yellow eyes looking sharply upon the wizard and witches entering the court room.

Sirius pulled me to the right climbing the steps and finding us a seat in the back corner.

We didn't talk as we waited for everyone to find their seats. Glancing around, I got to look across at the other set of seats dedicated to the high lords, or whatever they where called. I spotted Lucius easily, his white hair pulled back in a low pony tail. I looked away quickly, it would do me no good to stare, or be caught staring, he'd get a stupid smug smile on his face and that just wouldn't do. I was already where his clothes he brought me, really, really nice clothes he brought me. Which I shifted in slightly enjoying the feel again.

It took a while for everything to settle before Madam Bones stepped up to the podium looking stern, making the court fall silent.

"My Lords, My Lady and guest," she began her voice even carrying up.

"Today we have gathered as once again a civil war is upon us," she paused "And we are here today to vote on the matter of whether the powers that where created in the last three years of the last war should be re-installed," she once again paused allowing the words to sink in. "This morning we will hear both augments for and against this movement, before opening the floor up to anyone who wishes to say anything. Voting will occur at four thirty with and results announced at eight pm."

I nearly ground out loud, 'twelve hours of this', I thought bitterly. No wonder Lucius said he'd get bored. Sirius patted me softly on the leg I looked up at he, he simply gave me a small smile before my attention was drawn back to Madam Bones.

"May I present Andrew Stem, to open with the argument Against." There was no applause as a thin man with a balding spot at the back of his head took the podium than began to speak.

It was boring.

After a good hour there was a half an hour break while those in the stadium talked amongst themselves, supposably discussing what they just heard. I looked at Sirius who was trying not too slump low in his chair.

After a while Madam Bones stepped back up to the stadium introducing another speaker.

We listened to the witch speak which was just as boring as the wizard.

But that soon was over leaving everyone to once again talk amongst themselves.

"Finally!" Sirius exclaimed sitting up straighter. But it wasn't for another half an hour until Madam Bones approached the podium.

"Now that the arguments have been made, lunch will be served. At half past one court will resume where the floor will be open to anyone wishing to speak on the matter.

Lunch was much more interesting.

Sirius pulled me out of the seat and pushed towards the door back into the room we were in this morning. What was in there before had been replaced by round table that held eight people per table, Sirius pulled me over to an empty one near the corner, the table where covered in a white cloth that had the ministry of magic logo stamped into it, while it the centre of the table there where baskets of breads and bottles of wine and water.

It was like the yule ball I found, as Sirius pulled a thick sheet of paper out from under the plates they had set up.

"What do I want, what do I want?" he spoke to himself, I took out my own menu glancing at it.

"You want something without chicken and no garlic," I remarked, he looked up and gave me a small glare, "Did Snape tell you that?" he snapped annoyed.

My only response was to hum, he gave a huff and went back to looking at the menu.

"Steak, I want the steak," he said after a while. "Yes, the steak medium rare with mushroom Sause." He said, and just like that it appeared on his plate with an assortment of Vegetables. To which he ignores and dug straight into the meat.

Somewhere after our meals had been cleared away, people began to start floating around to talk to different people. Lords and lady would come and sit next to us and ask question about everything. With some about what we thought of the speaker and what why we were likely to vote. To which I copy Sirius and gave them answers such as 'I'm still thinking about it' and 'I'm interested in what will be said this afternoon.' Some came over to try and persuaded us to see their point of view on the matter, to which I let Sirius deal with, he seemed better at telling people to go away. Then there where the people who wanted to talk about other stuff that had nothing to do with the argument, people I've never met before would ask things that I had no idea how to answer.

Snape glided over before long and looked down at Sirius, Sirius returned to look before telling Snape, "I haven't touch the wine and I had steak, no garlic insight."

"If you want to continue vomiting everywhere then by all means eat some chicken, but you need nourishment." Sirius grumbled again and shrugged.

"Severus," a voice drawled out. We all turned to see Mr. Malfoy or was it Lord Malfoy today, standing there.

"Lucius," Snape responded.

He glances at Sirius. "I do so hope that you are not going to take up your old job should these powers be re-installed." He drawled.

"Oh, do I scare you?" Sirius asked darkly.

"Hardly, but I would hate for that child of yours to come to any harm," Malfoy finished his eyes glancing downwards at Sirius. Sirius shifted clearly unconfutable, his hand coming to rest of his stomach protectively.

"Lord Potter," he said after a moment of watching Sirius squirm. "Glad to see you are taking your proper place in court," he paused looking me over, "Careful how you vote," he drawled out. Most people would have taken it all as him mocking them while he also looks down at them. But at the same time I think I got what he was talking about with Dumbledore having had this seat for a while. I simply nodded once choosing not to speak as I was unsure that I could speak, I didn't really know what I was to say to him in public.

"Ah Harry, my boy," came a new voice. We all turned to look to see Dumbledore standing slightly behind us, he rested a hand on my left should, like he was staking his claim.

"Headmaster," Malfoy greeted stiffly, his eyes flicking down to where his hand rested.

"Lord Malfoy, how pleasant to see you again." The Headmaster said cheerfully.

Before Malfoy could respond, Sirius let a hand come down on the table rather harsh making all of us look at him, his face was scrunched up.

"Harry, help me to the bathroom," he said in a low voice. Standing up swaying a bit. I stood with him grabbing on to his arm.

"Excuse us, Headmaster," I muted guiding him quickly to the bathroom.

He only throws up the once which sounded disgusting.

"It was the mushrooms," Sirius said.

"How can you tell?"

"I can't, but I'm not giving up steak." I smiled at him. "but at least this baby has good timing." I wasn't going to argue with that.

Well there you have it, six months since the last chapter.

Hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think.

Love Always

SF 13