Remember to read my two new works: Harry Potter / Percy Jackson: Children of Destiny and Percy Jackson: First Dragonborn.
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Student Council Hall
It was an imposing place, decorated with blue and gold tapestries, where the chosen students gathered to represent the elite of Beauxbatons. There, the Student Council controlled practically all clubs and activities, sparing the professors from unnecessary work. It was not just a tradition but also a strategy: to shape leaders from a young age, grant them real authority, and give them an impeccable record that would secure them a future in the French Ministry of Magic. In fact, most former council presidents now held high-ranking positions in politics or magical administration.
Alongside the council existed the Disciplinary Committee, tasked with analyzing conflicts, hearing both sides, and issuing sanctions. They also functioned as a filter: minor cases were resolved on the spot, while more complex matters were passed on to the professors. Altogether, it formed the perfect system for an elite school, where students were prepared not only to learn magic but to govern.
At that moment, both groups were holding an extraordinary meeting. The barrier that had sealed the castle's entrance the night before had alarmed everyone. Some students had been trapped inside, and though they emerged confused, they barely remembered what had happened. The councils, however, had detected traces of multiple kinds of magic in the area, yet upon arrival they found the place seemingly intact, except for a few dirty students and one who was injured.
The president of the Student Council calmly flipped through the files of those involved, coldly examining their photographs.
Juliette Marceau. Her very presence was imposing. She was as beautiful as she was distant, and the majority of the school's votes were under her control. Many claimed that the French Ministry of Magic already had a place reserved for her the moment she graduated. Adored and respected, she held enough authority within the school to influence decisions that, in other institutions, would be reserved strictly for the professors.
"Most of them belong to influential families in England," she said analytically, letting her eyes linger on the surnames: Potter, Malfoy, Greengrass, Longbottom. Then, without a care, she set Hermione Granger's file aside with a dismissive flick. "Families with economic and social power… and even," she added, holding up Harry's file and silently reading his two surnames: Maximoff Potter, "enough power to be feared." A faint smile curled on her lips.
Across from her, arms crossed and brow furrowed, sat Benoît Durand, head of the Disciplinary Committee. Broad-shouldered and stern-faced, he radiated the severity of someone accustomed to enforcing order.
"I don't understand how our headmistress could agree to bring in these Hogwarts students. They've only come to cause trouble at Beauxbatons," he growled with evident irritation.
Juliette regarded him with composure. "Don't say that, Benoît. We are a high-class school. We must be gracious hosts to our guests," she replied with a smile, though her tone left no doubt: patience had its limits.
"It took us years to restore the school's rightful prestige. And now, with them here, everything has become noisy again… especially those twins, constantly causing chaos." Benoît spoke with restrained anger, as though waiting for permission to act.
"It seems the period of tolerance we granted them as guests has already expired, don't you think?" Juliette said, reclining elegantly in her seat. Her eyes gleamed with coldness as she added, "Then, Benoît, see to it that the school regains its tranquility."
"About time," he replied, standing up. Several members of his committee immediately followed, as if they had been waiting for that order all along.
Juliette watched them leave and allowed herself a chilling smile. "It is time to show our guests the nobility of Beauxbatons. To make them understand the difference between a palace and a castle built on a swamp."
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Wanda walked through the halls of Beauxbatons with several books tucked under her arm. She paused briefly, tilting her head before turning around.
There were Harry, Draco, Hermione, and Daphne, trailing close behind.
"What are you doing?" Wanda asked with a faint smile upon seeing them.
"Uh… hello, ma– professor. We just thought maybe you needed help with those books," Harry answered, hurrying forward to take them from her hands.
Wanda smiled at such an obvious excuse and handed him the books without protest. "Then thank you… but there's no need for all of you to follow me."
"Ah, well, it's just that we're inseparable," Daphne said quickly.
"That's how true brotherhood works," Draco added with solemnity.
Hermione only nodded, though with a trace of discomfort.
Of course, Wanda knew perfectly well the silly thoughts running through her son and his friends' heads. She shook her own and resumed walking, while the four trailed after her like chicks behind their mother.
"By the way, Mom, is it true you used that strange spell Aunt Pandora gave you?" Harry asked with interest.
"Yes, well… I wanted to see what it was about," Wanda replied calmly.
"And?" Daphne pressed with curiosity.
"Let's just say… it was interesting." Wanda offered no further details, closing the matter with ease.
Before they could press further, a voice interrupted:
"Oh, Professor Maximoff, what a pleasure to see you."
They all turned to see Dominic approaching with his characteristic friendly smile. He greeted the four students as well. "Hello to you too. How are the spells I taught you coming along?"
"Fine," the four replied in unison, though with a defensive air.
Dominic seemed to ignore it and continued smoothly. "That's good. I was wondering if I could ask for a little help with something," he said, addressing Wanda.
She regarded him for a moment. "Fine."
The four friends exchanged uneasy glances. Harry had already told them about seeing Dominic with Kre, and although they had no proof, they suspected the professor was somehow involved in what had happened.
Just as they were about to speak, another voice cut in.
"Potter, Malfoy, Greengrass, Granger. Follow me to the Disciplinary Committee."
It was Benoît, his tone serious and his gaze unyielding. Behind him came several members of the committee, and among them, two very familiar figures: the Weasley twins, bound with magical ropes and gagged, struggling uselessly to break free.
"Hurry up, or you'll be arrested just like them," Benoît added before bowing formally to the professors and marching off with firm steps.
The four exchanged glances and then looked at the committee members already surrounding them. Finally, Harry lifted his eyes to Wanda, who was watching them with a calm smile.
But he knew that smile all too well.
"Ugh… let's go," he muttered in resignation, knowing he had to take responsibility for whatever they might have done.
The four walked off, surrounded by the committee, while Wanda watched them leave. Then she turned her attention back to Dominic, who was still waiting.
"What do you need help with?" she asked, looking at him calmly.
"It would be better if we went into your office," he replied smoothly, taking the lead.
Wanda simply followed.
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"Wait here for a moment," ordered a committee member, motioning for Harry and the others to sit on the benches.
The room was austere: wooden seats, barred windows, and a door leading to another office. Behind a desk, a committee guard watched them with a stern air.
Harry, Draco, Hermione, and Daphne sat quietly. The twins, on the other hand, were tossed to the floor like sacks of potatoes before their bindings and gags vanished.
"Ugh, that was quite a ride, wasn't it, Fred?" said George with an overly relaxed smile.
"Well, this time they caught us much faster. We'll have to come up with new escape strategies, George," Fred replied with a crooked grin. Then he stood up naturally, adjusted his clothes, and dropped himself down between Harry and Draco, slinging an arm over both their shoulders.
"So, dear good students… what did you do to end up here with the bad students like us?"
Draco shoved Fred's arm away in disgust.
"Well, if it isn't our sponsor," commented George as he recognized Daphne.
"What's up?" Daphne greeted, raising her hand with cheeky nonchalance.
The twins blinked in confusion. Daphne was wearing a striped prison uniform with a small iron ball chained to her ankle.
"And what's with that costume?" Fred asked, baffled even by his own standards.
Meanwhile, Harry, Draco, and Hermione ignored it completely, as if by now it was perfectly normal for Daphne to appear in absurd disguises.
"We're prisoners, aren't we? We have to dress accordingly. If you want, I can help you," Daphne offered, pulling out her wand.
"No thanks," Fred and George answered in unison.
"Hey, you! Put your wand away or it will be confiscated!" the committee guard quickly intervened.
"Boring," Daphne muttered, reluctantly putting it back.
At that moment Luciel and Katerina entered, joining the group as if it were just another social gathering.
"What's up, criminals?" Luciel greeted with a friendly smile. Katerina gave him a light smack on the arm, rolling her eyes.
The guard frowned. He couldn't believe how relaxed they all were. Normally, any student brought there would be trembling, begging for their parents, aware that they could be facing suspension. Even the waiting itself was used as a psychological tactic.
But these kids… not only did they seem comfortable, they chatted cheerfully. The twins even pulled out some items to try selling them to the others, until the guard promptly confiscated everything.
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Author's Note:
I know this chapter may feel a little strange in the committee part, but that's because I came up with an idea far too good to let go. So, in the next chapter: When the Disciplinary Committee loses its discipline.