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The Wizengamot was in uproar as people demanded answers to the revelation of Voldemort's death. People shouted about it being a hoax, others said to celebrate and wanted to go home and reassure themselves of their families safety. One person wasn't all that willing to celebrate. He sat in the Potter seat watching in silent mourning for his older brother and sister-in-law.
Dark purple eyes watched the old man sat in the chief warlocks seat, and he sneered.
"May I please have everyone's attention?" he said, his soft voice echoing across the chamber. The Wizengamot members all quieted, part of their uproar quelled with shame at their actions in front of someone who'd just lost his family.
"I would like the Potter wills read now, and my nephew's custody given to me as his only magical relative left," he ordered, Albus leveled the man with a grief stricken look.
"My boy, maybe this isn't the time to speak of such things-"
"Now, Dumbledore. The wills and my nephew," cold eyes turned to stone. Dumbledore gritted his teeth but nodded, knowing he didn't really have a choice in the matter. The clerk released a glowing orb into the room. Two pasty figures rose, a man and woman beloved by many people attending the session.
This is the last will and testament of James Charlus Potter and Lillian Grace Potter nee Evens.
Okay I'll go first. Being of sound body and mind, I, James Potter hereby leave these mentionables to the aforementioned people.
First to my brother in all but blood, Sirius Black. If we died because we switched secret keeper to Peter then please don't do anything reckless. I'm sure Dumbledore and Victor will help you. I also leave you 50,000 galleons from the Potter vault, yes I know you don't need it but I gotta give you something to spoil my son with haven't I? I love you Siri, don't let the adventure die.
Next to Remus J. Lupin. Moony, you've always been family no matter what people say about your furry problem, Harry loves you, Lilly loves you, us marauders love you and Victor, well, I don't think Victor really cares about anyone. I'm leaving you the Gryffin cottage to live in with whoever you choose, (or Padfoot. Choose Padfoot). And 100,000 galleons to start your own bookstore, and no take backs!
Peter Pettigrew. I don't really know what to say about you. You've always been shifty, even in school and I wasn't 100% about making you our secret keeper, but i did eventually go with Sirius and we switched. If my family died because of you then I hope you rot in hell for the rest of your life. If not then...well, okay.
Severus Snape. I can only give you the most sincere and most heartfelt apology I can as I know you won't accept anything else from me. I treated you like crap, I acted like a jealous tirant and drove away Lilly's best friend. I con only ask you can act as the bigger man and not see me in my son. Your a good man Severus and deserve better in this life than being Dumbledore's spy.
Victor, my baby brother. I love you so much and I am so sorry for leaving you like this. I name you Lord Potter until such a time as you think Harry is ready for the responsibility of heading an Ancient and Nobel house. Also I leave the care of my family to you.
Everything else if to be given to my Wife and Son, if Lilly dies with me or before me then everything is to go to Harry once he turns of age or Victor sees fit to hand it over to him.
Custody of Harry Potter;
Lilly Potter nee Evens
Victor Potter
Sirius Black
Severus Snape
after this any pureblood Wizarding family.
Not in anyway is my son to go to Petunia Evans or a muggle family. He is to grow up in the wizarding world. No where else.
Lilly Potter's will was much the same, gifting money and books along with forgiveness and listing people responsible for raising her son.
Silence reigned in the chamber. Dumbledore gritted his teeth, there was no way he could get away with placing Harry with the Dursleys now. Not with the will reading and Victor Potter, and Sirius has been exonerated as well, Severus outed as his spy things were falling apart before he could even begin to build them up.
Augusta Longbottom stood from her chair, robes pulled around her old body,
"Where is Sirius Black right now?" she asked, eyes on Dumbledore and Barty Crouch, the current head of the DMLE. Crouch gulped, shifting in his seat,
"We assumed he was the Potters secret keeper. So we sent a team after him, they found him with the remains of twelve muggles and Peter Pettigrew. I had him sent straight to Azkaban once they caught the bastard," he growled.
Victor rounded on the idiotic man.
"It'll be a cold day in hell before Sirius Black betrays his best friend and brother. I don't see any trial transcripts Crouch, please tell me my foster brother had a trail before you wrongfully locked him up," Crouch shrank away from the icy tone the man used. muttering and grumbling excuses about Voldemort and war.
The Chambers predictably erupted into chaos at the revelation while Victor leveled Dumbledore with a glare,
"I'll be taking my nephew now old man,"