Harry Potter: The Last Heiress of The White Family

The room had fallen into a stiff silence until Dumbledore cleared his throat and addressed the hall once more.

"Since the decision to halt the auction has been accepted," he said calmly, his gaze sweeping across the gathered crowd, "let us proceed with the matter of inheritance—of reviewing who, by law, is eligible to succeed the Black family title and assets."

Before he could continue, the Minister for Treasury rose abruptly. "I'm not certain it's wise to proceed so informally," he objected. "Wouldn't it be more appropriate to leave the matter to a vote by the full Wizengamot?"

Dumbledore gave a slow nod and turned toward Minister Fudge, who was seated beside him in his ceremonial robes. "As recommended, we shall put this matter to vote. All in favor of holding the auction, please raise your hands."

A few scattered hands rose among the assembly—old pure-blood families with vested interests, their eyes sharp and calculating.

Dumbledore's voice echoed again. "Now, those in favor of proceeding with a review of the heirs to determine rightful inheritance—raise your hands."

This time, a strong majority of hands lifted into the air. Eira hesitated for a heartbeat, her fingers twitching with indecision. But then she, too, raised her hand, joining the silent majority.

Dumbledore nodded gravely. "It is decided, then. We shall begin the process of identifying the legitimate heir to the Black family estate."

The aged wizard then turned, his tone measured. "Two claims have been presented. One by Mr. Malfoy, who asserts that his son Draco is directly related to the Black family through his mother, Narcissa. The second is based on the evidence and intentions of Sirius Black, who named Harry Potter—as his godson before his imprisonment. Both claims deserve examination under the laws of wizarding inheritance."

As the chamber murmured, Eira felt a faint whisper at her ear. She turned to see Fleur, her expression gleaming with mischief.

"This is quite the scene," Fleur said softly. "The famous Boy Who Lived now being named in the middle of a property war. Who do you think will walk away with millions of Galleons in Black family assets?"

Eira frowned slightly. "Honestly, I don't know. But if we're talking about blood ties, then both Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are hardly the only descendants. There are other families with ties to the Blacks."

Fleur arched a brow. "Then why hasn't anyone brought them up?"

Eira leaned in. "Because the more heirs there are, the less there is to go around. It's easier for the players here to ignore the rest."

Fleur smirked, her voice a whisper of amusement. "Then why don't you add a little more flame to this fire?"

Eira blinked at her. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious," Fleur whispered back, eyes glittering. "Let's see these old men burn themselves down over gold and bloodlines. Go on. Stir the cauldron. Call it justice if you like."

Eira rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling faintly. "You treat this like it's some opera performance."

"No," Fleur said, lips curling into a smile. "This is better than opera."

With a quiet breath, Eira stood and raised her hand. A ripple of surprise moved through the chamber.

Dumbledore turned and spotted her. "Yes? I believe Miss White of the White family has something to say."

A chorus of whispers broke out across the courtroom.

"Why is a child standing?"

"Where's Elijah White?"

"They've sent a girl to represent the family?"

"Careful what you say," someone else muttered darkly. "The White family won't take kindly to insults. If that's their heir, then—watch your tongue."

Eira stood taller, ignoring the murmurs. "Thank you, Mr. Dumbledore. And thank you to the Wizengamot."

Her voice, though young, carried with unexpected clarity. "It's been said there are only two remaining heirs of the Black family, but I must ask—what about the others? The families who also share ties, by marriage and blood, to the House of Black?"

The hall tensed. A few scoffed. One voice jeered, "There are no others. Everyone knows that!"

But Eira pressed on. "Actually, there are. The Weasley family shares a bloodline connection through marriage. The Greengrass family has historical ties as well. Both are as eligible as Mr. Potter. And if the law is followed, they, too, should be considered."

At this, Lord Greengrass stood. "I concur with Miss White. My family has a direct tie to the Blacks. If claims are to be heard, ours must be as well."

He sat, dignified and silent.

Eira continued, "There's also another family. Their lineage traces just as closely as the Malfoys. It's Andromeda Tonks she like Mrs Malfoy also has the right of receiving inheritance, How should that be decided ?"

The room fell into cold silence.

Lucius Malfoy stood at once, expression tight. "Mrs. Tonks was disowned for marrying a Muggle-born. She forfeited all rights to the Black family name and inheritance."

Eira replied calmly, "Then by that same logic, so did Sirius Black, who ran from his family and was also disowned. If we disqualify Andromeda, then we must disqualify all the claimants—including Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter. And according to Article Five of the Inheritance Law, any family member married into another house is considered severed from inheritance. That would disqualify Narcissa Malfoy, and by extension, her son. So who remains, then?"

A tense pause followed.

"My proposal," Eira continued, "is that if any inheritance is to be distributed, it must be shared among all eligible descendants of the Black family—regardless of politics. That is the fairest course under the law."

Dumbledore smiled faintly. "Thank you, Miss White. You've reminded us of both law and logic."

Turning to the gathered hall, he said, "Given this new perspective, we have two choices. We either pursue this with a full investigation and notify all possible heirs—or we postpone the hearing."

Minister Fudge stood quickly. "I urge postponement. This matter has grown too complex for an immediate ruling. We must avoid chaos."

From the benches, Fleur leaned in again and whispered, "So… all this urgency, and now they just postpone it? What was the point?"

Eira kept her eyes on the front of the chamber. "Because this wasn't about justice. It was about two sides: one, pure-blood families using the Black estate in secret and wanting to legitimize it through an auction. The other—Fudge and his allies—wanted to funnel the profits into the Ministry, to make his term look like a golden age of wealth. They didn't expect Dumbledore to step in and throw their scheme off course. And now…"

"Now," Fleur muttered, "they're stuck. Too many heirs means too little profit."

Eira nodded. "Exactly. No quick fortune, no easy glory. And since the Black family's assets aren't just in Britain—but scattered across countries—it would lead to months of legal disputes."

At the front, Dumbledore raised his voice one final time. "Very well. With the vote leaning heavily toward postponement, this hearing will be suspended. I, Albus Dumbledore, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, declare this session adjourned. Thank you."

Chairs scraped against the marble floor as wizards and witches stood to depart. Eira turned to Fleur.

"Well, that was quicker than I expected," she said with a sigh. "Forty minutes of tension, and now it's over."

Fleur grinned. "Short, but deliciously dramatic."

"Come on," Eira said. "Let's get out of here."

Together, the two girls walked out of the courtroom.