It was Saturday m, and the atmosphere in the Gryffindor on room buzzed with excitement as students prepared for the Hogsmeade weekend. Harry, however, was seated he firepce, fidgeting slightly with the edges of his robes. He wasn’t heading to Hogsmeade with his friends today. Instead, he had a far more serious destination—the Ministry of Magic for a special session of the Wizengamot.
Daphne joined him shortly, dressed sharply in deep green robes embroidered with silver patterns remi of her noble heritage. She exuded calm fidence, her expression steady and focused.
"Ready, Harry?" she asked, brushing an errant lock of hair behind her ear.
"Yeah, just trying not to think too much about what’s waiting for us." Harry stood, adjusting his robes nervously. "Is Luna ready?”
“She’s already at Gringotts,” Daphne replied, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “She is going to make quite arance you know? Showing up for a special session and activating 8 seats? I think my dear dad might have a stroke.”
“8? I could've sworween just the two of us we have 10, so Not Potter?” Harry asks
“And not Lovegood, although Luna had said her dad should vote in your favor,” Daphates.
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Meanwhile, at Gringotts, Luna stood in a private lounge room illuminated by ented crystal mps. Draped in a flowing midnight-blue gown adorned with tiny shimmering stars, she looked every bit the celestial princess she truly was. Her serene demeanor masked the undercurrent of tension in the room as several goblins stood at attention clearly terrified of her.
One of the goblins, an elder cleared his throat. “Princess, we are honored by your presence. We uand you have a request regardiain assets and protes.”
Luna smiled softly, her silvery eyes gleaming. “Indeed. It s my husband’s safety and preparations for our future endeavors. I trust Gringotts be discreet?”
The goblin ined his head respectfully. “Always.”
“Good, I want all debts to house Cruze, Faust, Gryffindor, Perville, Pendragon, Ravencw, Slytherin, and Wyllt. To be called in once I make my entrao Wizenmagot. If I could pay a small fee to make sure that the Bank’s owls deliver the letters mid-session that would be eveer. The goblin’s eyes gleamed with i. “A bold strategy, Princess. The timing will certainly make an impression.”
Luna’s smile widened slightly, though her tone remained gentle. “I prefer to think of it as… ensuring the proper atmosphere fering me and my husband.”
After a moment of sideration, the goblin nodded. “For such a unique request, there will be an expedited handling fee. However, Gringotts prides itself on efficy. The letters will be delivered at precisely the moment you desire.”
Luna ined her head graciously. “Thank you. You may charge my vault accly.”
The elder gobliured to a younger assistant. “See to it that the orders are prepared immediately.”
As the assistant scurried off, Luna’s gaze remained calm and unwavering. She was getting bored of pying a game—ohat required precision, patience, and a touch of theatricality.
“Ach me my … If you have it.” Luna states causing anoblin to run out of the room.
=======. Green fmes roared to life in the rge Ministry of Magic Floo work as Harry and Daphepped out of the firepto the bustling Atrium. Harry quickly dusted off his robes, gng around nontly at the grand hall, its high ceilings and golden fountain causing him to Look at Daphne and shrug. Wizards and witches bustled about, but a few paused to cast curious g him.
“First time officially arriving at the Ministry?” Daphne asks trying to break the silence, adjusting the elegant green robes she wore over her dress.
Before he could a, a brisk voice called out from nearby. “Preengrass.”
They turo see Amelia Bones approag, her stride purposeful and her expression serious. Dressed in dark blue Auror robes, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enfort motioned for them to follow immediately.
“Madam Bones,” Daphne greeted politely, ining her head slightly.
“Follow me,” Bones said without preamble, gesturing for them to keep pace as she led them toward the elevators.
“The session today is highly unusual,” Bones said without turning to face them. Her voice was low but clear. “Be prepared for more than a few hostile faces.”
Daphne exged a quice with Harry. “We expected as much,” she replied calmly. “I trust you’ll ehat proper de is maintained?”
Bones gave a curt nod. “That is precisely why I insisted on being the oo escort you.”
The elevator desded swiftly, the numbers on the dial above the doors whirring past in rapid succession. Harry could feel the pressure building in his ears as they went up seemingly endlessly.
The doors slid open to reveal a dimly lit corridor. Uhe grandeur of the Atrium, this part of the Ministry felt older. Bones led them forward without hesitatioride steady and sure.
As they turned a er, two Aurors in dark robes stood at attention outside a rge set of double doors carved from dark wood. The torches flickered, casting shadows across the intricate carvings of magical symbols and a runes. One of the Aurors Bones before pushing the heavy doors open with a low creak.
Harry and Daphepped into the chamber beyond, and Harry’s breath caught slightly. The Wizengamot chamber was vast, circur, and intimidating… It was different this time, as rows of high-backed chairs rose in tiers around a tral stoform, where a single chair with s y dormant. Above them, ented windows showed a cloudy, overcast sky, adding to the oppressive atmosphere.
Already seated in their respective pces were witches and wizards dressed in robes, each bearing a silver ‘W’ embroidered over their hearts. The quiet hum of versation filled the chamber, though it ceased as soon as Harry and Daphered, all eyes turning toward them.
A quick look at the seats would show the house crests several of which were empty.
Bones led them down the tral aisle toward a pair of seats reserved at the front. “Sit here,” she instructed quietly. “Remain calm. When it’s your turn to speak, do so clearly and cisely.”
