Harry Potter Promise NR.3 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.3

... officially claim my family seat." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Unfortunately, Sirius, you will need to claim your lordship first." Sirius just raised his hand, where the Black Head of House ring was predominantly displayed. "The goblins have already acknowledged my lordship, so I ask again. May I officially claim my family seat?" Dumbledore nodded, defeated, and the room fell into silence, waiting, as Sirius made his way to his family seat, where he winked at Amelia to tell her he was game for what would come next. He didn't sit down, which told everyone he had something else to say. His statement rocked the entire body. "My first order of business is to take over as the regent for the Potter Family seat, on behalf of my godson, Harry James Potter." Dumbledore was the first one to make his voice heard. "I'm sorry, Sirius, but you need to have the consent of the official guardian in order to act as regent. Harry is currently being cared for by his mother's sister." Sirius glanced at Minerva, who stood up and handed the copies of the change of guardianship form she had brought with her in preparation to Amelia. Turning around to face the shocked and confused body of witches and wizards, she explained, "I took over guardianship for Mr. Potter at the beginning of the summer, after his current ones were deemed unsuitable. Vernon Dursley is currently serving time in prison for embezzlement and theft, and his wife and son have fled the country. The guardianship forms have already ...

... been filed and made official, and have been amended to include Lord Black as a secondary guardian. As Mr. Potter's primary guardian, I have approved his appointment to regent of the Potter Family seat." Dumbledore was once more feeling flabbergasted. He had well and truly been outmaneuvered, and by someone he had thought to be completely loyal to him. No wonder the wards had failed. He could only hope that their actions didn't spell the end of the wizarding world. He nodded, defeated, and was thankful when they moved on to the scheduled topics to be covered. Several reporters from the Daily Prophet got their career making scoops by attending the boring, standard, run of the mill Wizengamot meeting that day. Amelia waited until the meeting was over before she followed the Chief Warlock out of the courtroom. "Albus." Dumbledore turned, and almost grimaced, but hid his ire behind the customary twinkling eyes. "How can I be of service, Amelia?" he asked graciously. Amelia was not swayed by his attitude, however, and she simply set herself so that her balance was centered, ready to act should the need arise. "During my investigation into Lord Black's incarceration, I was most intrigued to be presented with irrefutable proof that he did not, in fact, betray Lord and Lady Potter to Voldemort. You'll understand my confusion when the item that could have exonerated him was sealed shortly after Lord and Lady Potter's deaths. By you." Dumbledore once more had to force himself to remain ...