Chapitre 41: Chapter 041
The meeting was set for that very afternoon, immediately prior to the evening meal.
Harry also called on Dobby to provide a table with seven chairs to be set up in the room just before the time of the meeting. And the two boys, plus Harry's auror detail, were in the room and waiting as the first of the others arrived.
Harry and Neville both remained in their seats with Harry's auror detail standing up against the back wall and sufficiently well apart they could not be taken out by one curse or hex.
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The first in through the door was Earnie MacMillan, accompanied by both Sue Bones and Hannah Abbott.
As soon as he stepped within, not even holding the door for the two ladies first, MacMillan snarled, "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, Potter?!"
Ignoring the question, even the rudeness of it, Harry firmly ordered, "Take a seat, MacMillan."
"But, before you do that," said Neville. "Perhaps you should think about holding a chair for the ladies, first."
MacMillan ignored the verbal jab and order and snapped back, "I don't have to do anything either of you tell me to."
"Very well," said Harry, still with a calm voice but with his eyes reflecting his anger. "I shall be writing your Lord immediately on the conclusion of this meeting and informing him that the House of MacMillan is hereby excommunicated from the Potter-Longbottom Alliance due to his heir... you... being a rude and obnoxious self-aggrandising little prick to both Potter and Longbottom."
Harry gave that a moment to 'sink in' before he then snapped, "Now, get out! This is a meeting of the heirs of the Potter-Longbottom Alliance, who currently attend this school. And you no longer meet that condition."
MacMillan stood there gaping back in horrified shock. "You... you can't do that!"
Both Bones and Abbott, who were standing right behind MacMillan, where also staring back at Harry in shock.
"I might only be fourteen years old, MacMillan," growled Harry. "But, that does not mean I am not the Head of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter; and, as such, one of the two people who head this alliance. The other, Frank Longbottom, is currently indisposed; and as such cannot rule against me. Therefore, whatever decision I make regarding membership of the alliance is absolute.
"So, for the final time, get out! And don't let the door hit you on the arse on the way out. You are no longer welcome here."
"You can't!" Macmillan pleaded. "My grandfather will likely kill me if you do that! At the very least he'll disown me!"
"Not my problem. You were given opportunity to rectify your behaviour by Heir Longbottom - and failed to do so," Harry snapped before he barked, "Now, GET OUT!"
MacMillan paused for all of five seconds while he and Harry stared at one another, before his face morphed from shock to an expression of combined anger and fear. Then he spun on his heel and stormed out the door just as Greengrass and Davis entered. He was even rude enough to knock Davis slightly aside as he exited.
"What was that about?" asked Davis.
"Because of the very recent rude behaviour of Heir MacMillan towards Lord Potter and Heir Longbottom," explained a slightly awed Neville, "Harry... sorry, Lord Potter, Head of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter... just excommunicated House MacMillan from the alliance."
Both Davis and Greengrass also gave expressions of surprise. However, Greengrass's expression, due to her clear use of Occlumency, was little more than a cocked eyebrow.
"On the conclusion of this meeting I'll be writing to Lord MacMillan, explaining precisely that," explained Harry.
"In the meantime," he added, "Ladies; please sit." And gestured to the chairs around the table.
As Greengrass moved to a seat, along with the other three, she said, "So, the Lion of Gryffindor bares his claws once more. I do believe I'm going to like this Harrison James Potter."
"It's about time, Potter," said Davis.
Harry's expression suddenly changed to guarded and he quietly said, "Please, sit."
None of those there mistook the seeming request as anything but the order it actually was. They all sat and looked back with expressions ranging from angry to uncertain in how to act.
"Alright, Potter," Greengrass eventually said. "You've got us all here. Now what?"
"I want answers," said Harry. "And you people are going to provide them. Plus... be aware... if I believe you're quibbling, being untruthful or I simply do not like the answer I receive, getting your own Houses kicked from the alliance is the least of your worries."
That had them all, except Neville, sit up straighter and focus. Neville knew he'd already passed this 'test'.
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After speaking with the other heirs and getting the answers he wanted, though he was unhappy with many of them, Harry didn't declare any other House excommunicated or similar. Instead, he demanded of them all to recognise they had done him wrong. Then, once they'd formally recognised they had done him said wrong, demanded of them they inform their Heads of House they provide unconditional support in his endeavours from that moment forward.
However, he did declare that the House of Bones was going a long way towards providing that support through the actions of Regent Bones, Amelia, in her role as Director of the DMLE.
They each now had a far better understanding of just how badly they'd let down the House of Potter. And it was drummed into them they were not to allow it to happen ever again.
It was just as they were about to break up when a house elf popped in, took one look at them all and popped out again.
"Fluxy?" Neville quietly asked the space where the elf had stood for only a few seconds.
Next thing they knew the door was flung open and in strode a quite irate Madam Augusta Longbottom, Neville's regent.
Neville moaned, "Oh, Merlin!"
"Mister Potter," she practically snarled. "I want a word with you." She then looked to everyone else in the room and barked, "The rest of you can get out. Now."
"Freeze!" Harry instantly barked right back, louder.
That brought the other heirs, except Neville, to an immediately halt when they were practically jumping up ready to run out the door.
Swivelling his gaze back on the Longbottom matriarch, he snarled, "How dare you! We are just finishing up with an important meeting that has taken me quite some time to organise. If you want to have a word with me, you will ask... politely... and wait until I have time for you.
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