It's All Just Temporary with a Bit of Necromancy

Again, Potter

"You can't just force children to abandon their families," Amelia said.

"I'm not wanting to force anything," Harry argued. "I'm just saying, not all muggles are as open and accepting of magical children. Sometimes these parents attempt to cure their child through various, typically horrendous, means. I'm just saying that if this treatment is discovered, we need to remove the child for their safety."

"And you call muggles civilized," Nott scoffed. Harry glared at the man who pointedly didn't look at him.

"And what would happen to these now traumatized and homeless children?" Augusta asked, she sat primely in one of the armchairs and blew gently on her cup of tea. Sylvia had also chosen to sit and was offering the sugar bowl for Augusta to easily access. Harry had no reading from Augusta about her thoughts of Bellatrix. He'd killed the witch a little over a week ago and while he knew Augusta had received his notice she made no indication of her thoughts when she greeted him earlier. Harry hoped that it was just Augusta separating politics and personal life and would talk to him later but the blatant refusal of even a nod or smile left him unnerved.

"Adoption into wizarding families," Harry said, arms crossed and standing firm.

"How would that happen? It is very uncommon for a family to simply take in a muggleborn child," Avery said delicately. He stood next to the table filled with the numerous drafts of the school legislation.

"Blood adoptions make that child family," Harry countered. "So many wizarding families only have one child but can easily afford many more. Is it so terrible to consider raising two children instead of one? Give their child a sibling?"

"It isn't what is done," Nott said with a bored sigh. He too sat on one of the couches, his robes crisp and sharp without a single wrinkle even as he leaned forward to watch Harry.

"Then it becomes what is done. Change can't happen if people cling to the past."

"This is all very idyllic, Harry," Tiberius said with a sigh. He leaned against the alcohol cabinet and stared into the amber liquid as he swirled it around the glass. "But far easier said than done. This type of change will require time and example."

"Example?" Harry asked. He didn't like that all of them seemed rather against the idea of adopting children. Was this all because of Pureblood pride like Marvolo had suggested?

"Yes," Tiberius said. "If people see other prominent members of society taking up the tradition of blood adopting young muggleborn children then it might become the newest trend. Much like charities or the like."

"Adopting children shouldn't be a charity!" Harry gasped, angry and horrified.

"No it shouldn't," Sylvia said gently. "But at the start, that is how many will perceive it. But Tiberius is right, examples of prominent members would need to be set."

Harry scowled. Why couldn't people just see how adopting children would just make things better? "Fine. An example. But who?"

"Why not the fine trendsetter already standing in our midst?" Augusta asked with a smirk.

Harry gaped at everyone looking at him. "I'm sixteen! I can't be a father."

The rest of the adults snickered. Nott and Avery trying to cover their amusement but not doing so well. Harry glared at them harder than the rest and they quickly sobered. Hmm...maybe Marvolo was right about having some degree of fear instilled in people.

"I was not suggesting you do so immediately," Augusta clarified. "However, if you are seen doing so then others might be more willing to follow. But again, as we have been saying, this adoption of children will not be as quickly completed as the school will be. By the time things are properly set in motion, you might very well be the proper age for fatherhood."