Harry Potter: The Witty Wizard

"With each child Andromeda would also drop back one, with Nymphadora and me also dropping back one as well. In the aforementioned order, on the birth of the girl she'd drop from being Heiress Primary to Heiress Secondary. And on the birth of the boy, she'd drop back from being Heiress Secondary to Heiress Tertiary. And so on.

"However, below Heir or Heiress Tertiary we're simply known as an Heir. Clear, so far?"

Hermione nodded, "That makes more sense than what I read."

"And, what about the heirs of the House of Potter?" she then asked. "Do you have any? What with you being the last of your line, I mean."

Harry smiled and said, "I wondered when you'd ask. There is no one of the main Potter line left. I'm the last. Therefore, we had to go up the line until we found someone who carries Potter blood today, off a cadet line. To do that we had to go all the way up to my Great Grandfather's younger brother. He was one of the first aurors in what became known as MaCUSA. Then we came down that line until we found someone still alive.

"The next in line is someone in America who, when the goblins researched them, has shown himself to be a bit of a scoundrel. Therefore, I've ensured he's not been informed of his status. And he will only be informed if something happens to me before I've married and had children of my own.

"However, I've identified him as Heir Presumptive of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter with Gringotts so, if I should die without progeny, the Ministry cannot seize the Potter fortune; as they would, if I didn't. I'd rather the scoundrel have it than the Ministry seize it.

"He may not be of the main line but he's still a Potter by blood. A condition has been set in place that means he'll have to change his address to a British one, though. That is, he'll have to move to and live in magical Britain."

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While Harry and Hermione were sitting at the dinette table going over the 'who's who' of the nobility of wizarding Britain and nibbling away at the remains of their lunches, Amelia Bones was walking into the holding cells area at the DMLE.

After first ensuring herself the old man was sitting on his bunk and was well away from the door, she nodded to the auror with her to open it. As soon as he did she immediately stepped inside.

"Finally," the old man muttered as a barely audible sigh.

"Mister Albus Dumbledore," she said. "I find I have sufficient evidence to charge you with trespass. However, I'm going to hold onto the charge, for now, and stick it in my drawer in my desk in my office.

"There it shall remain... until you again break the law. Because, I know damned well you will."

"If you're done, Am- Madam Bones; I believe I'm free to go," he quietly said.

"I have a message for you, first, from Headmistress Marchbanks - your boss," she smirked. "It is now 'school hours'. You are expected to leave this place and head immediately and directly for Hogwarts. You are not to deviate from that order. You are not to stop off anywhere along the way.

"She expects you to be stepping into her office in no more than fifteen minutes from now; so you'd better hustle."

"That gives me insufficient time to shower or change," he grumped.

"She knows that," she said. "She wants to make sure you're back in the castle and report to her before you'll get to do that."

Stepping aside she added, "Now you'd best get a move on. One minute of that fifteen has already gone."

Already dressed, he only had to pause long enough to pick up his wand, glasses, money pouch and ring portkeys, sign for them, and be on his way.

Back at the castle by way of the public floo system in the Ministry lobby direct to his office, he then knew he had to immediately head to his... Marchbanks's office. It would take him almost the entirety of the time he had remaining.

As he walked up to the gargoyle about thirteen minutes after he walked out of that infernal cell and was about to ask it to step aside for him, it did it anyway. And that proved to him that the woman was monitoring him as he made his way to her office.

Walking up the stairs he knocked on the door, waited barely a moment, then opened it and walked in.

The new Headmistress - and, Merlin, did he hate that - was sitting at her desk waiting for him.

"Come in, Albus."

As he approached the desk he saw no chairs before it. This meant he was going to have to stand.

Once he stopped about ten feet shy of the desk, she said, "You left school grounds without authorisation early on Friday afternoon, Albus. That will never happen again.

"You are now the last member of staff who has been informed that, if they leave the school grounds during a school day without my authorisation, it will be grounds for dismissal.

"Your tenure has certain conditions in it that allow me to fire you. One is bringing this school into disrepute; another is conduct unbecoming of a faculty member. You did both by trying to trespass upon the property of a young, female muggleborn student and getting yourself arrested in the process.

"That behaviour reflected badly on me, the school and your fellow staff members. That's called bringing the school into disrepute, Albus.

"So, this is one of your final warnings before I fire you. If something similar happens again, I will fire you." She then gave him a wave off gesture towards the door and said, "You may leave."

Powerless at the treatment and what he felt was disrespect he was being shown, Dumbledore bit his tongue and kept silent as he spun about and stormed from the room. Again, he never bothered to close the door behind himself.

Marchbanks was waiting to flick her wand to close it, anyway.

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