The Anger .

While talking she scooped the memory out of the pensieve back into a phial before emptying the third, and final, of Harry's memories into the bowl.

"This memory of Harry's comes late on the next night. It's the 1st of November in a little township called Little Whinging in Surrey. The memory takes about fifteen minutes," she said.

Once more, all four adults disappeared into the pensieve. When they came out Cygnus, Isabel and Augusta were all furious.

"He dumped a baby on a bloody doorstep and left it there?" snarled Augusta. "It was bloody freezing!"

Isabel turned to Harry and asked, "Are you aware of when the occupants, your relatives, finally noticed you were there?"

Harry frowned and said, "I don't know what time it was, of course. However, Aunt Petunia woke me up when she screeched. I was still in the basket and was looking up at her from the doorstep, so it must have been when she first saw me. I could see that the sky was lightening up, so it had to be shortly after dawn."

"From what he said, it was also very obvious Dumbledore had no intention of finding out who the Potters wished for Harry to be raised by in the event of their deaths. He had already made the decision Harry was to be raised by the Dursleys," said Cygnus, standing up and pacing back and forth on the other side of the pensieve.

"There, right there," said Cygnus jabbing a finger at the memory strand in the pensieve, "is all the evidence you need to see him charged and convicted with going against the Will of an Ancient House. And that's irrespective of everything else!"

"Dumbledore will just claim he was unaware of the Will," said Amelia. "And, even if we prove he was aware of it, he'll claim he believed it was the Potter's wishes Harry be raised by his closest living relatives; the Dursleys."

"This is just one more example of why House Greengrass will not move to become a 'Light' House," he snarled. "As long as Dumbledore is the recognised so-called Leader of the Light, Greengrass will not be counted among their ranks."

"Well," said Augusta, chiming in with a huff. "House Longbottom is a 'Light' House but we will no longer be recognising Dumbledore as our leader."

"And the same can be said with House Bones," said Amelia.

Storming back and forth for a while, Cygnus suddenly stopped and turned to Amelia. "Right!" he said. "As Lord of House Greengrass and soon-to-be-acknowledged Regent of House Black, I hereby demand the Head of the DMLE bring forth Sirius Orion Black to stand proper trial."

With barely a hesitation Augusta chimed in. "As Regent for House Longbottom and soon-to-be-acknowledged Regent of House Potter, I demand the same."

That told Harry both were aware of the conversation he had with Amelia that morning.

"As does I, as Regent of House Bones, demand of myself, as Head of the DMLE," said Amelia.

Harry thought it was funny but recognised it was the way things were done.

"And that reminds me," said Amelia standing up. She drew forth from within her robes a small stack of parchment and carried them over to Harry. "Harry," she said. "These are the documents that need to be submitted to the Wizengamot for Cygnus to become the Regent for House Black and Augusta to become Regent for House Potter. I need you to sign them in the places I'll indicate for you as Acting Head and Head, respectively."

She then drew a small elongated wooden box from within her robes and opened it. "Do you recognise what this is?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's called a blood quill," replied Harry. "I had to use one a couple of times when I was in Gringotts."

"Exactly," she said.

Harry took the quill and held it properly in his right hand, while Amelia sorted the documents for him. She then indicated the right places for him to sign. When he was done he gave the back of his left hand a bit of a rub from the slight sting he was feeling within it.

"Excellent," said Amelia, as she checked over the documents and sorted them all out.

Using her wand she then created three extra copies. Each copy went to Harry, Cygnus and Augusta, respectively.

"I'll file these as soon as I get back to the office immediately after we wrap up here," she said. "It may not have been acknowledged by the Wizengamot yet, but it'll be a formality."

"It'll also depend on how fast you can get my godfather - a trial," said Harry. "However, you may want to have his trial afteryou get those ratified. It may be only two votes, but they may be two important votes." Cygnus snorted and said to no one in particular, "I told you the boy has a canny political mind. Not bad for someone who's only been back in our world for six weeks."

Turning to Harry he gave a small grin and said, "I look forward to receiving your first letter from Hogwarts where you tell us you were sorted into Slytherin."

Augusta started and mock exclaimed, "A Potter in Slytherin? Oh, the horrors."

Grinning back, Harry just said, "Dorea Potter."

Augusta harrumphed and said, "Yes, but she wasn't a Potter until well after she was out of Hogwarts. I prefer to think she was a reformed Slytherin."

Still grinning, Harry said, "Semantics."

While they were talking, a healer entered and browbeat Harry into drinking a couple more potions. Grudgingly, he downed them and immediately wrinkled his face up.

"Merlin, woman!" he exclaimed. "That would have to be the foulest tasting muck that's ever passed these lips!"

Cygnus couldn't help it. He burst out in laughter.

"Well, Mister Potter! I never!" she huffed back. "I was going to let you take back the remainder of the course with you. And let you self-medicate with them over the next few days.

"However, I now see I'll have to send them through to Poppy Pomfrey and have her force feed them to you!" Then she huffed again, spun on her heel and stormed out. "It's not funny," said Harry with a grump to Cygnus, trying to wash the taste out of his mouth with water. "I'm convinced the woman is a closet dominatrix. I keep half-expecting her to come in here wearing skin-tight black leather and carrying a bullwhip! You've got to get me out of here. It's inhuman, I tell you!"

That had all the adults laughing.

"We're just waiting for the senior healer to give you the all-clear and you should be right to go," said Cygnus. "You should be back at Hogwarts for the evening meal. And, come to think of it, I think I'll stay to watch you be sorted. I'm very interested in seeing what happens."

Working in reverse of unpacking it, Cygnus and Amelia soon had the pensieve re-crated, shrunk and back in a pocket within Amelia's robes. The three ladies left soon afterwards with Amelia heading back to the Ministry, Augusta also deciding to go with her, and Isabel heading back to Greengrass Estate to, as she put it, ensure Astoria had not burned the place down to the ground while they were away.

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