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The meeting had escalated beyond anything James had anticipated. The Light faction had pushed hard, and in the end, Dumbledore had been forced to take their side, if only to maintain his grip on them. The tension in the room had been palpable, the air thick with unspoken grievances and simmering resentment. The final verdict, however, was a compromise that left no one entirely satisfied but managed to keep the peace—for now.

Draco Malfoy—one month of detention with Snape.

And, more importantly—

The word "Mudblood" was now officially banned from being used anywhere within Hogwarts.

It was a small victory, but a significant one. The Light faction had made their point, ensuring that such blatant prejudice wouldn't be brushed aside again. At the same time, the Dark faction had managed to save face—Malfoy hadn't been expelled, and they could tell themselves that it was only a minor punishment.

Honestly, compared to what Harry's gotten away with over the years, calling someone a slur should've been the least of their worries.

Let's see... Harry's past list of 'accomplishments':

Broke school rules by flying a broom unsupervised.

Got rewarded by becoming Gryffindor's Seeker.

Broke into the Restricted Section of the library.

No consequences—well, he wasn't caught.

Trespassed on the third-floor corridor—the one they were explicitly told to stay away from.

Still nothing.

Killed a professor.

Sure, it was in self-defense, but still...

Violated the International Statute of Secrecy.

And somehow got away with it.

Dumbledore had saved his arse more times than James could count.

Now, as things settled down, James stood among the Light faction, watching as the Slytherin parents began gathering their things, their expressions cold and unreadable. The room was still buzzing with the aftermath of the heated debate, the echoes of raised voices lingering in the air.

And then—Lucius Malfoy approached.

Before James could react, Sirius stepped forward, placing himself between them. His expression was uncharacteristically serious, his usual smirk replaced by a steely glare.

Lucius' lips curled into a smirk, but his tone was deadly serious.

"This isn't over."

With that, he turned on his heel, his robes billowing behind him, and the rest of the Dark faction followed suit, leaving the chamber in silent fury.

Arthur Weasley let out a breath, crossing his arms. "This is good. They've been acting like they own the wizarding world for far too long."

James glanced at Sirius, who was now approaching Arthur Pennyworth and Wendell Granger. For once, Sirius wasn't smirking or cracking a joke. Instead, his expression was... almost apologetic.

"I'm sorry you both had to see this kind of thing firsthand."

James blinked, surprised by the sincerity in Sirius' voice.

Wendell Granger shook his head, his expression a mix of gratitude and relief. "Thanks to all of you for standing up for our children."

Arthur Weasley waved it off, his tone dismissive but kind. "No need to thank us. It was the right thing to do."

Arthur Pennyworth, ever the composed figure, simply smiled. "No worries. Prejudice has always existed in society. But it's good to know there are people willing to fight against it."

For a moment, everyone was silent, taking in his words. The weight of the situation hung in the air, a reminder of the deeper issues at play.

Then—

Dumbledore approached, his eyes twinkling as he looked at Arthur Pennyworth.

"Very wise words, Mr. Pennyworth."

Arthur nodded politely. "Headmaster."

Dumbledore's gaze briefly flickered to James, his expression unreadable.

"Now I see where James' strong foundation stems from. I must say, throughout this ordeal, he presented his argument with remarkable bravery. A truly marvelous quality."

Arthur chuckled, a hint of pride in his voice. "I only hope he doesn't become too stubborn."

Dumbledore smiled knowingly. "Well, that is life, isn't it? We make mistakes and learn from them."

Arthur turned to McGonagall, who had been quietly standing nearby, her lips pressed into a thin line as if she were still processing the chaos that had unfolded. "I hope James isn't causing too much trouble in school."

McGonagall shook her head immediately, her tone firm. "No, no. Mr. Dawson and Miss Granger are both very well-behaved students."

Wendell Granger patted Hermione's head, looking relieved. "That's good to hear. Thank you, Headmaster."

Arthur glanced at his watch and sighed. "Well, look at the time—I have to be going. The children will be coming home from school soon."

Arthur Weasley raised an eyebrow, his expression puzzled. "School?"

Hermione nodded, her voice patient. "Like Hogwarts, but you go home at the end of the day."

Both Ron and Arthur Weasley exchanged glances before saying in unison,

"Ohhhh."

Dumbledore gave a small chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Minerva will escort you back anytime you wish. Now, I must also be off."

And with that, the meeting came to an end.

James watched as people began filtering out of the room, conversations continuing in hushed tones

Arthur turned to McGonagall with a polite nod. "Just a moment, Madam. I'd like a quick word with James—won't take long."

McGonagall raised an eyebrow but simply nodded. "Very well. Don't keep him too long."

Arthur motioned for James to follow him, and they stepped out of the hall.

James glanced up at him. "Sir, let's talk as we walk."

Without waiting for a response, James led Arthur through the stone corridors of Hogwarts, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows along the walls.

Arthur let out a low hmmm.. as he looked around. "This castle really is something else."

James simply nodded before discreetly flicking his wand, casting a silencing spell over them.

Arthur paused mid-step. "What magic was that?"

"A spell to block eavesdropping," James explained. "It's quite handy. Now, what do you really want to ask me, sir?"

Arthur gave him a knowing look. "And what if I just wanted to chat?"

James smirked. "Sir, you could. But this doesn't seem like the occasion."

Arthur sighed, shaking his head. "So... you planned for all of this to happen?"

James exhaled through his nose, hands in his pockets. "Not all of it. Things got a bit... out of proportion."

Arthur studied him for a moment. "And the outcome? Was it worth it?"

James nodded. "Yes."

Arthur hummed in thought. "Was it necessary?"

"No," James admitted. "But it was what needed to be done."

Arthur's gaze sharpened. "So those men—those people—you're up against them?"

James stopped walking and looked him in the eye. "Sir, you know I won't talk about that."

Arthur sighed but didn't press further. Instead, his voice dropped to something more serious. "Aren't you moving too early? I don't disagree with what you're doing, but putting yourself in danger like this... it's reckless."

James glanced ahead, watching the glow of a torchlight flicker against the stone. "It's not, as long as the Headmaster is here. Things will stay in control—as much as they can be in Hogwarts."

Arthur let out a short laugh, though there was little humor in it. "That's both reassuring... and not. And that Headmaster of yours—he seems more interested in keeping the status quo than actually leading."

James gave a small, unreadable smile. "He's survived two wars."

Arthur's expression shifted as he considered that. "I see... I see where he's coming from now."

They continued walking, their footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor.