1"He who wishes to be obeyed must know how to command."
-Niccolo Machiavelli
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[long ago we looked upon a foreboding sky
the memory of the star that threatened all burns eternal in our hearts]
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"Are we sure he is fit to rule? Such a young child could not possibly-"
You shuffled closer to your brother, curling your palms into fists as you clenched onto his elaborate robe. He absentmindedly shifted closer to you, running a discreet hand through your hair, and you felt the tension that had settled in your stomach fade from the familiar gesture.
"And not even of the royal bloodline! How could he-"
"Only as a regent for the Crown Prince, until he is of age and ready-"
"If you think I will accept that-"
Your brother was anxious, you could tell, tapping his fingers from where he was settled on the left side of the empty, ornate chair at the head of the table. He didn't want this; the pressure, the gazes, harsh words, and expectations. You didn't either, as you felt the advisors gazes wander over to where you were sitting next to him, in a chair that shouldn't have been yours.
"Nobody expects you to accept that, Weasley, you-"
"Why don't you just-"
Your brother was at the end of his patience, too exhausted and too worried to do anything but push his chair back from the table and place his hands on the old wood in front of him. The advisors had stopped talking the moment he moved, and you could see the dread they had in their eyes as they waited for him to speak, to see if he proved them right or wrong.
You too were exhausted, emotionally and physically. You wanted to sit with Albus and Lily in your rooms and cry. You wanted to go run with your cousins down the city streets and beg change off of your brother. You wanted your parents.
(You wanted so many things that you knew wouldn't happen.)
"I will rule only as a regent for James until he has reached majority. The council will decide any major decisions involved in the ruling of this country. We will not have a child King."
"Lupin-"
Your brother's tone was nearly ice. "I will not allow you to force James into anything he does not want."
"You do want to be King, don't you, Crown Prince?"
You swallowed. "I agree with Ted-Edward's decision." You agreed, voice a little too tired and a little too quiet to be heard by them all.
The council was displeased, murmuring and shifting in their seats, but your Aunt Hermione was nodding with your decision, as the head of the Country's Security she always agreed with you, and your brother, Teddy, advisor to the Crown, was ranked far higher than the rest.
"Meeting adjourned." Teddy said, and you watched as his shoulders hunched forward when they had stopped looking at him. You dropped your head on Teddy's shoulder as he buried his face in his hands, and allowed the tears to shine in your eyes as you hid your face in his black robes.
You hated this.
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part 1 of this AU. unrelated drabbles/oneshots, all in same universe. aka milly gets to write FF and no one can say no.
i am such trash omfg.
i don't own hp or the lovely lovely foreboding sky thing. thats from the new ffvii remake ! :D
drabble comp, machiavelli quote up there, for slythereen.