The murmurs in the chamber died down as an elderly wizard with a long, flowing silver beard and a stern expression rose from his high-backed seat. He wore deep plum robes edged with gold trim, signaling his status as the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. His voice sileng any lingering whispers in the room.

  “We are gathered here today for a special emergency session of the Wizengamot,” Albus Dumbledore began, his tone grave but calm. His pierg blue eyes sed the assembled members before settling on Amelia Bones. “Now, Madam Bones, would you kindly enlighten us as to the reason for this session?”

  “Thank you, Chief Warlock,” she began, her voice clear and authoritative. “We have veoday to address signifit s regarding the misuse of al system and a gross miscarriage of justice. Specifically, a S of an A and Most Noble House has been imprisoned in Azkaban for over a decade without trial.”

  The statement caused an immediate stir in the chamber. Wizengamot members exged shocked gnces, and whispers broke out among the spectators in the gallery. Even Dumbledore’s calm demeanor showed a hint of surprise as he leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes fixed on Bones befng over to Harry Potter and Daphne Greengrass sitting iy audience area.

  Dumbledore did a sweep of the room before nodding to himself. There were enough empty chairs he should be fi-

  Bang

  The loud bang echoed through the chamber, sileng any further whispers. All eyes turoward the entrance, where the heavy doors had swung open with an almost theatrical fir. A moment of stunned silence hung in the air before the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoed across the stone floor.

  With an air al calm, woman with light blue hair ehe chamber, fnked by a single goblin ceremonial armor. Her midnight-blue gown shimmered with a celestial glow, and atop her head rested a silver etched with intricate ruhe light from the ented deliers above caught on her dress, creating the illusion of stars swirling in a night sky.

  As Luna approached, eight loy chairs shimmered and solidified into elegant, high-backed seats bearing the a crests of Houses Cruze, Faust, Gryffindor, Perville, Pendragon, Ravencw, Slytherin, and Wyllt. Gasps and murmurs spread through the chamber like tidal waves.

  Dumbledore’s eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity, though his expression remained posed. “Lady Faust,” he said, his voice carrying a note of surprise and perhaps admiration, “this is… ued.”

  “It is Princess Faust, and I am here to cim my seats,” Luna states.

  The chamber desded into stunned sile Luna’s words. All eyes turoward the ethereal figure standing before the newly maed seats. Draped in a flowing midnight-blue gown that seemed to shimmer with starlight, Luna radiated an aura of calm, unyielding authority.

  "Princess Faust?" an elderly witch repeated incredulously, her voice barely above a whisper. Several members exged nervous gnces, reizing the a name associated with several myths.

  “Yes,” Luna replied serenely, her silver eyes sweeping over the gathered witches and wizards. “As the rightful heir to these Houses, I am here to cim what is mine by birthright.”

  Dumbledore leaned forward slightly, his expression thoughtful but guarded. “This is most irregur, Yhness. While your cim is impressive, surely there is—”

  Luna raised a hand, her serene expression never wavering. “The seats reize their rightful heir. No further validation is needed.”

  Amelia Bones flinched as Luna turned her gaze towards the woman.

  Madam Bones, you may proceed. I shall observe… for now.”

  Bones, rec quickly from her initial surprise, gave a sharp nod. “Very well. As I was saying, this session is to address the unwful impriso of Sirius Orion Bck, S of House Bck. He has been held in Azkaban without trial for over a decade, a viotion of wizarding w.”

  Dumbledore’s expressirave as he listeo Amelia Bones’s statement. After a brief pause, he rose from his high-backed seat, the golden trim of his plum robes gleaming in the ented light of the chamber.

  “While I uand the regarding Sirius Bck’s impriso,” Dumbledore began, his voice steady but carrying a hint of reluce, “we must not fet that he rehe the se of a devastating crime. Twelve Muggles were killed, aer Pettigrew, another wizard, was supposedly destroyed. Evide the time points to Bck’s guilt.”

  A ripple of murmurs spread through the chamber, some in agreement, others questioning. Oddly enough the dark and grey side seem rather upset at the news.

  Dumbledore raised a hand to quiet the noise before tinuing. “Releasing him without a formal review of the evidence may pose a risk to the publid undermirust in our justice system. An with how long it has been I am afraid that there may not be any evidence left.”

  Luna’s eyes glinted with quiet iy as she rose gracefully from her seat. Her presenanded immediate attention, the room falling silent once more. “Chief Warlock, your for justice is admirable. However, it seems curious to me that you trust evidence collected hastily iermath edy, without the proper due process of w.”

  Dumbledore turned his pierg blue gaze to her. “Princess Faust, surely you uand that during such tumultuous times, swift a was deemed necessary to protect the greater good.”

  Luna’s serene smile remained unged. “A, Chief Warlock, in our desire to act swiftly, ear to have forsaken fairness. I dare ask have you and the ministry vioted the Magna Carta of 1215?”

  The Wizengamot members shifted uneasily, a few casting uain g one another.

  “I propose,” Luna tinued, her tone now one of undeniable authority, “that we call upoaserum—a truth potion—to be administered to Sirius B a public trial. Let the truth, not assumptions, dictate his fate.”

  Amelia Boood, supp Luna’s motion. “I sed this proposal. If there is any doubt about Bck’s innoce uilt, Veritaserum will provide the crity we need.”

  Dumbledore’s expression tightened for a fra of a sed before he gave a measured nod. “A fair suggestion. If this cil agrees, roceed with such a trial in a few months, ensuring both truth and justice prevail.”

  “The Magna Carta Dictates that no freeman could be imprisoned, banished, or outwed without a wful judgment. With Lady Bones bringing up this issue now, I call for a recess so that we may hold the trial before lunch today! My seats call for a vote of holding the trial this morn.” Luna states looking directly at Dumbledore.

  Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Slowly, Dumbledore leaned ba his chair, g the point without further protest.

  “Very well,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a note of relut acceptance. “Let us proceed with the vote.”

  Within moments, nearly half the hands hand in the chamber were raised in favor of Luna’s motion. The Chief Warlock surveyed the room befiving a solemn nod. “The motion passes. The trial of Sirius Bck shall be held this m.”

  Luna frowned as her vote had barely passed by two votes all because House Longbottom and Malfoy surprisingly voted in her favor.

  They had entered a recess so Aurors could go and grab Sirus Bck.

  “I am greatly disappointed in this g body!” Luna announces sweeping the room. “You all opening support breaking of some of the most sacred ws upon this nd. I have decided that as punishment all eight of my houses shall be calling for repayments of all debts.”The hall was then flooded with owls frotts as chaos broke out once several promi families suddenly found themselves i.