Chapter 24.6- Doom Days

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We made our way into the building. Sirius walked behind me, almost like it was natural for him to do so. I knew he saw me more as James than he saw me as Harry, and if I was being honest, I much preferred it that way. This way, he thought of me as a friend and not a Godson. The former was much better than the latter. There was a scanner at the entrance. We were to put our wands and magical objects into the bin.

I flinched as I dropped my wand, aware of how naked I became with it, and aware that this would be the perfect place to have Round 2 of what happened sat the Yule Ball. I took off my watch. The time turner was safely ensconced in my box. The box. Was the next thing I put down and then I walked through the scanner. The guard there seemed to be alert, watching everything like a hawk. I guess I wasn’t the only one aware of what could happen at this gathering.

“Name and Business?” He asked while registering my wand.

“Harry Potter. Here to petition the International Confederation of Warlocks with one Sirius Black” I said. Sirius, bless his soul, was busy making faces at a woman who had clearly recognised him and frozen in fear. The Wizard at the desk noticed none of this, so focused he was on the scar upon my forehead.

I coughed, and he flushed.

“I’m sorry, Potter. You’re a bit of a legend even here in Geneva” I nodded and accepted my wand, before taking Sirius’ and passing him his. Hopefully, after today, we could go ahead and get him one made by a proper Wandmaker and fitted to him.

“I understand. Now can we proceed”

“Mr. Black can. His letter was received and he is expected. You, however, are not on the list.” He said. Dumbledore, I thought to myself with a growl.

“It matters little. Mr. Black is allowed legal representation to petition the Confederation as per the terms of the Paris Agreement” I said. He nodded, and waved me aside. I doubt he cared that much. Besides, the law was sound on my end.

We had about ten minutes till session was supposed to start and filed in. The meeting hall was a massive room. Each member-nation was permitted to have two representatives here. Then there were the observers. They filled the gallery, members of the press, government officials, and just generally curious individuals. The ICW as an organisation prided itself on its transparency. These sessions were public, and fully open to the public. The front row was set aside for petitioners and we walked straight in, taking our seats on the first two seats. We went virtually ignored by most of the room. Why would they care, after all ? It wasn’t like we had our names floating above our heads.

The next few minutes passed easily, the only thing drawing me from my thoughts being a group of obviously Asian wizards taking the seats next to us. I felt at my wand then, even as I gripped Sirius’ hand to warn him. The rest of the room had a completely different reaction than what they had to Sirius and I’s entrance. They went silent. Oh lovely.