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Chapter 14: The World Was Not Ready : Part II
Even before the sentence was finished, two bullets reached the new presence in the corner of the room. Both bullets were stopped by an invisible shield.
"Now now, that is a welcome," the Star said, as the three agents finally saw the masked and hooded individual. Everyone understood it was some kind of uniform—and it was a wizard.
"Oh? Sorry for barging in," Star said in a voice that was not at all apologetic. "I am Star, an Unspeakable from the Department of Mysteries, London, Great Britain. Since we were both investigating the same matter, and you arrived at a conclusion—something that even I, with knowledge of both worlds, did not reach—I thought we could help each other."
"Barging into our base and spying isn't the act of someone who wants cooperation," Coulson said pointedly. "Especially when you have powers like that."
"Really?" Star exclaimed at the sheer hypocrisy in the statement, looking directly at Fury. All the spies could hear the incredulousness in his voice.
Fury ignored the exchange and asked, "Why are you here, and since when? How can we know that we're not repeating this conversation over and over until you get what you want?"
"Oh, don't worry, Director. The cameras will show there's no time skip, and magic can't modify videos without everything going kaboom," Star lied through his teeth.
"You ignored the other question, Star," Natasha said.
"Ah. I'm here because of you, Natasha. It was you sensing me on the day of the incident—in the aftermath—that intrigued me enough to keep an ear on you. You don't know how incredible it was that I followed you and ignored all the other special parties there that day. Within minutes, it was justified—when I heard the name 'Harry Potter' from your lips. Then you had my attention. And since my own investigation yielded little, I followed you here and kept an ear out. The fact that you found all the discrepancies in Muggle records was the cake for me. But when I heard Director Fury explaining all the powers of the Wizarding World—that was the icing. I mean, here I am, with knowledge of a violation of the Statute of Secrecy at this level, and Fury—who is not even a world leader—has no right to know. But my own Director didn't order interference, and now it pays off."
"That is a rather lengthy explanation," Natasha said hesitantly.
"So now that we all have our memories," Fury said sternly, "I assume you want to work with us?"
Star just shrugged nonchalantly. "I can't openly work with you, even in disguise. But I am open to exchanging information. Even the Queen's group wouldn't know as much as my group. I had wondered how you, Director, had the knowledge—and I reached the name Peggy Carter. That answered it. Charlus Potter was always a bleeding heart to his friends. He lied to the ICW, claiming he modified the memories of his comrades in the Great War—except for one other enhanced individual who couldn't be mind-wiped."
"Then it'll be my honor to repay that kindness by finding his grandson, if he's alive—or even his killer," Coulson said.
"Oh, is that so?" Star asked. "Don't mistake selfishness for kindness, Agent Coulson. The Potters were always controversial, and the last few generations chose Muggle-loving ideals. Unfortunately for the rest of the world, they have been a beloved family of Lady Magic for ten centuries. The vain fools apparently had forgotten the rivers of muggle and wizard blood they spilled in enacting the Statue of Secrecy just three centuries ago and even more blood in defence of Britain in the muggle kings wars. They're an arrogant family who will go right if the rest of the magical world goes left—just to stand out."
All three were silent. They didn't have enough knowledge to reply, but all analysed the new knowledge very eagerly.
"That's one way of describing something," Coulson said diplomatically. He had a high opinion of anyone who worked under Captain America.
"Also, I can assure you that Harry Potter is alive. Dumbledore confirmed it through various means of tracking," Star said.
"Enough of this," Fury cut in. "Star, your magic shows he's alive, and you said you can exchange information. We have the records of the energy surges at both places. Is there any magical way to compare them?"
"There is a way to compare magical signatures—but not from what you have. We'd need to be at the site within hours to cast the right spells to match them. Even then, one of the places is Azkaban, and after a heavy fight involving Albus Dumbledore, there wouldn't be enough of an identifiable signature to match the one from the Dursleys. My own Director was at Azkaban. If there was anything to bring, he would've brought it to me."
Fury looked at the news paper in front of him and asked, "Your Director was there? But my own intel and reports don't mention that."
"That's surprising. Why did he allow a criminal to escape from the prison?" Coulson asked.
"Well, it's not every day you get to watch Albus Dumbledore stretch his magic, or a fight that begins with someone like Lord Malfoy losing a hand," Star said. Everyone could hear the mirth in his voice at Malfoy's loss.
"I take it you don't like this Malfoy fellow?" Fury asked.
"Oh, don't twist your necks for him, Fury. I can assure you—Malfoy is a proud Death Eater who eagerly killed dozens of wizards and Muggles under the Dark Lord. More than that, it was his cunning that made the Dark so powerful in the Wizengamot. Fortunately for your kind, he was an ardent hater of Mugglophilia and ensured that Muggles died under torture rather than being used as playthings—unlike other Death Eaters who preferred to fuck them and torture them."
Even the nearly unflappable Fury showed emotion at that—rage and helplessness.
"Mugg… Mugglophilia?" Natasha asked hesitantly. Her instincts picked up on the word, comparing it to others like paedophilia.
"Yes," Star replied, as if it were nothing important.
"You have a term to describe someone having sex with a non-magical person—as if it were a disease?"
"Yes. We have the term," Star replied casually, as if wondering what the big deal was.
"This is…" Even the Black Widow was speechless.
"Ah," Star exclaimed. "Now I understand what you meant. Agents, please understand—wizards are not Homo sapiens with magic. We are not like mutants with one additional gene. We are the chosen people of Lady Magic, blessed with the power to manipulate her. Even Muggle-borns aren't Homo sapiens. They were blessed by Lady Magic, and it changes them fundamentally—in everything, including sex. Even if there's no emotional feeling, when we have sex, our magic intertwines, and it feels like more. Muggles just don't have that."
Everyone remained silent, and all agreed internally that the Wizarding World needed serious oversight from now on. The threat was very real.
"That doesn't mean you have to insult and kill us," Natasha finally said.
"No, of course not. Many wizards agree with you," Star replied quickly. "Especially those born from Muggles. But their voices are rarely relevant. The Potters were one of the few old families who spoke for equality. They're hated for it by the purebloods."
"Enough about the past—and useless things like sex," Fury broke the tense silence. "Star, you started this by lying to us. You claimed you came forward because Coulson's idea was good. Now you're saying there's no way to verify it. That means your praise and reasoning were bullshit. It makes me question everything else."
Star blinked, surprised at the sudden paranoia. "Oh, you're good," she said. "But I didn't lie. You all misunderstood me. What I meant was, I never considered the person behind the Surrey incident and Azkaban are the same —not the energy thing you've been going on about."
"Person?" Fury raised an eyebrow. "Why couldn't it be some object or artifact?"
"Oh, I assure you, it was a person. Magic isn't something you can just bottle up and unleash like a bomb later," Star replied.
Fury's mind raced through the implications, and after a moment, he grudgingly nodded in understanding.
Coulson, seeing the nod, added, "So, the person of interest we're looking for is this bodyguard fellow. Arcturus Black is the Regent of House Potter, and he'll likely move to gain custody of Harry Potter. So, Director Fury, we have no choice but to find him and ask a few questions."
Star snorted, barely suppressing his laughter. "He's not someone you can just meet, Coulson. But don't let me stop you. I'll even point out the entrance to our magical alley. You can go to Gringotts, exchange dollars for Galleons, and send an owl to Lord Black. It'd be entertaining to watch."
"So even though he's worked with our predecessors before, he'll ignore us now?" Fury asked.
"Of course, he will. For your information, it was Charlus Potter who dragged him to muggle affairs and not m.." Star stopped for a second before saying "Arturus black."
"I see," Fury said. "Now, what's the real fallout of this attack on the magical side? I know there's tension between the non-magical and magical governments. What about the international front? Will there be a any danger of war?"
Star looked thoughtful before answering.
Star looked thoughtful. "Hard to say, as of now. The ICW is angry at Britain for the massive breach of the Statute, but since Dumbledore is the Supreme Mugwump, they won't take real action. Just noise. MACUSA, though... that's another matter. If things like this keep happening, they'll try to intervene—just like their Muggle counterparts. MACUSA's been waiting for an excuse to position itself as a global magical superpower. But after Grindelwald personally killed one of their Lords of Magic and used an Obscurus, they've been cautious. They only made noise during the Dark Lord's rampage in the '70s. Still, don't worry. As long as Dumbledore lives, there won't be any open wars as you fear."
Natasha snorted. "That's a lot of trust in an old man who just got outplayed by a no-name bodyguard days ago, based on a victory decades ago in his prime."
Star noticed Fury and Coulson nodding in agreement with Natasha.
"Oh, honey. You are fooled by the façade he has put up. With his magical strength, Albus could easily live up to 300 without any problem, all the while remaining active and fighting. The fact that all the magical lords in the last couple of centuries died due to fighting or other causes made current wizards forget the simple fact of how long-lived they are.
Then there's the matter of magical knowledge. Albus was a prodigy when he was in school, and he must have forgotten more about magic than even I have learned. Many people think Dumbledore is revered just because he defeated Grindelwald. But the truth is, Dumbledore is not revered because he defeated Grindelwald—he is feared across the world because he defeated Gellert Grindelwald alive, without critically injuring him, while eight other magical lords died trying to kill him, all the while their duel destroyed a city that the muggles written off as bombed heavily."
"That explains a lot of things, even when it shouldn't," Natasha said—and she was right. She had enough knowledge to realize that skill and experience are the true saviors when power is almost equal.
"So, just like in the Muggle world where nuclear weapons act as deterrents, here people themselves are the deterrents," Fury said after some thought. "So what is it that you want from this? Is this a method of containing the backlash should it get out of hand? Technology has grown greatly in the last couple of years, and the world is getting smaller and smaller."
Star acknowledged that.
"What I want is for your people to keep an eye on Harry Potter in the Muggle world. I heard news that one of the old families liquidated their entire vault of Galleons into Muggle money. After some heavy reconnaissance—it would start a goblin-wizard war if it comes to attention—I identified it as House Potter. Whoever did that wants to use it to buy influence and meddle in the Muggle world. Also, only Harry Potter himself going to Gringotts—the wizarding bank—would be able to carry out such a high-level transaction. Now, I can track the U.S. dollars myself, but that would mean breaking MACUSA laws, Muggle laws, and several others. So I thought, why should I waste my time learning the Muggle banking system when I know a super-spy agency that could look into it?"
"So you want us to be glorified accountants for some dollars?" Natasha asked in derision.
"Oh, honey, I may not know the true value, but the Potters were always rich—and it would be dozens of millions of dollars. With that amount of money and a few well-placed charms, anything could be achieved in muggle world. My department will not allow that. The Muggle and magical worlds remain separated so we can concentrate on magical innovation and greater developments."
"Money has always been one form of power," Coulson said. "And House Potter still holds 5% of Stark Industries. The profits and growth over the last decades have been humongous.
"I'll assign a team to look into sudden investments with Potter involvement," Fury said. "But I still can't see why a ten-year-old boy would do this, or what he could possibly achieve with this insane movements and his lack of knowledge."
"Oh, Director Fury, that's one of the biggest mistakes. Never see Harry Potter as just an ordinary ten-year-old boy. Magic is the ultimate game-changer. He could have future visions. He could have a nudge to invest. He could have the Dark Lord's memories, or he could be a reincarnation. Anything is possible even for almost normal wizards, let alone one of the anomalies who survived the Killing Curse," Star said.
"So why couldn't it be Harry himself who was behind the Surrey incident and the Azkaban one? You say he could have visions, a nudge, Dark Lord's memories, but you still haven't considered that he might be behind both." Fury snapped back.
"Well, we're almost sure that it was Harry himself behind the Surrey incident. The amount of magic unleashed there was only possible by one of the Lords of Magic. And there is almost zero chance Harry will not be a Magical Lord. The thing is, Fate and Magic would give a freebie like unleashing such power in a 10-year-old body once without it being destroyed, but it's not possible to do that again without maturing. So the Azkaban incident is almost impossible. Also, we've analyzed the fighting style using memories of the Dark Lord and other prominent figures from history—nothing matches it."
"So you have a ten-year-old with boatloads of money and power, with an unknown motive. You have walking magical nukes who can do anything. You have an American magical government that's jealous of its Muggle counterpart's success in being the global bully and is itching to take that role. Seems like you guys are too much headache to bother with and need some Oversight from the normal people." Fury said. There was a cunning gleam in Fury's eyes that Coulson recognized—as if testing something.
There was a snort of derision from Star. Seeing Fury as serious as ever, Star erupted into laughter. It went on for minutes before it suddenly stopped like it had been shut down.
"Director Fury, I hope you were joking, because you will never win. When the first atom bomb hit Japan, wizards had already started designing wards and other methods to stay safe from it. Even before you guys ever reached global consensus, the wizarding world would have already won. Even with whatever mutants or enhanced you could add to your side, it would be a waste. As I said, those blessed by Lady Magic are Lady Gaea's favorites, and if her other, lesser children tried to end the bigger ones that give her power, she would end you herself. Earthquakes, tsunamis, tornadoes, floods—it would be an Apocalypse. And finally, the wizarding world will unite, and Gellert Grindelwald's dream will come true."
"I see you've underestimated us. SHIELD is not a regular government agency. Anyway, we're not a war-making agency but a peacekeeping one. Make sure you keep your side clean, and I'll make sure no one from ours interferes," Fury said.
Star just shrugged.
"This meeting has gone on long enough. Now I want to know how we can contact you—and not like this again. It won't be tolerated."
"If you have anything important," Star said, taking out a piece of parchment, "write on this. I have the duplicate, which will receive the message. Or, if it's less urgent, send an owl if you can."
"So the magical side doesn't have mobile phones? Seems a bit historical and archaic," Natasha said mockingly.
Star just snorted. "We don't need mobile phones to talk when we can just be there in seconds—or use Floo Powder to communicate. Speaking of that—bye. See how I can appear where I want within minutes?"
Star apparated twice around the room with loud cracks to demonstrate, then vanished with a bigger crack.
All three were bewildered at the apparent ability.
They remained silent as Fury started speaking using American Sign Language, which all three were proficient in.
"So that happened," Natasha signed, her body showing her exhaustion.
Coulson also looked at Fury and signed, What are your orders?
Fury had seen another paper under the parchment Star gave him. It was a map showing the Diagon Alley location and instructions for entering.
Fury showed it to Coulson and signed, Go check it out and bring back some knowledge. Look for any people we could recruit—or at least befriend.
Coulson and Natasha nodded.
What about Harry Potter and the other things? Coulson signed.
Fury thought for a moment.
You check our side here, just in case. But since it was converted to American dollars, I'll assign Maria Hill to check on the U.S. side when I reach there.
Coulson nodded, then asked, What about Black? That man could be a source who could solve this quickly. Should we try to contact him anyway?
Fury was silent for a few moments and then nodded. Try sending an owl anyway. If there's no response, I'll try to contact a special person from the '40s to reach out.
Black Castle.
Arcturus Black looked at his image in the mirror he had conjured. The mirror floated in the air without any support above the table, and he sat in his custom-made, throne-like chair. He observed his face and could see the crow's feet vanishing slowly. The age that had once been etched into his body was gradually fading, and he cursed himself for letting himself go.
Ever since his family had destroyed itself, he had been in self-exile and depression. His own magic was making his wish come true, and the Black family magic had punished him for abandoning his duty. He would have died early, and his family nearly gone extinct. Now, because of one boy's actions, he could see improvement. He also wondered how much more the SS serum Harry had offered would help him regain his vitality and youth.
There had been no contact from Harry after their last meeting, except for the suggestion to start recruiting for the potion business. Arcturus was surprised at the cleverness of the Muggleborn, Lily, who had finally found a way to make potions non-lethal to Muggles. Many had tried in the past, even before the Statute of Secrecy, and none had succeeded.
"And now her child is going to exploit it," he whispered. The reaction would be hilarious to see.
Anyway, Arcturus was waiting for the first recruit for the potion business—and what better opportunity to unite his broken family!
Andromeda Tonks
She looked at the invitation in dread as the time for the Portkey approached. It was a letter inviting her and her Muggleborn husband, Ted Tonks, to the Black Castle, sent by her grandfather, the Lord Black. Ever since she had seen the old man active again and inquiring about the Blacks, she had dreaded this moment.
"Honey, we don't have to go if you're this tense about meeting your grandfather," Ted Tonks said, hugging Andromeda from the side.
"Oh? You don't know my grandfather, dear husband. If we don't attend now, the next thing will be his damn bodyguard tearing down the wards and dragging us to him."
Ted paled at that, thinking about the images he had seen in the Prophet—their fight against Dumbledore himself.
"Then let's not wait any longer. Let's go now," Ted said, with the smile he usually wore in court.
Andromeda swallowed hard as the wards of Black Castle washed over her, the ancient magic tingling against her skin. Beside her, she felt Ted shiver at the sensation.
"That was unpleasant," Ted muttered at her side.
"Yeah, that's the Black family wards for you," Andromeda replied, just as they were greeted by a house-elf.
"Come, guests of Lord Black. Lord Black waits in his solar," the elf croaked as he walked, leading them.
"Come. Guests of Lord Black. Lord Black waits in his solar," the elf croaked, turning to lead them inside.
Ted raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised. Elves usually showed more respect to guests.
"That's the Black family for you, husband," Andromeda said with a mocking smile. "Even the house-elf is prideful and just disrespectful enough."
Andromeda observed the castle—one she had walked through in her younger days only a couple dozen times—and remembered her companions then: her sisters and cousins.
Now, only Sirius remained loyal enough to her.
They entered the solar, a chamber that wouldn't have been out of place in a king's court.
Andromeda gasped—not out of familial love, respect, or even hate—but because of how young the man looked. Far younger than the aged, decaying image she had seen in the papers recently.
"Ah, welcome, Andromeda and husband. I'm glad you accepted the invitation," Lord Black said smoothly.
Andromeda scoffed. "As if we had a choice. I'm sure you would have sent your new bodyguard if we hadn't shown up. Lord Black, let's skip the pleasantries and get to the point."
She watched as the smile on Lord Black's face vanished, hidden behind the shields of Occlumency.
"Yes, time is precious," he said. "It's your lucky day, Andromeda. And for your family. I've decided that you will be reinstated into House Black. Your husband will take the Black name, along with young Nymphadora. You both will work for the family—your services as a Potions Mistress and as a lawyer are needed immediately."
Andromeda saw her husband gasp in surprise, anger flashing in his eyes at the sheer audacity. Even she felt her Occlumency shields beginning to crack under the force of her fury.
"Are you out of your mind, Grandfather?" she snarled. "House Black rejected me and my husband. Everything we have, we built with our own blood, sweat, and tears. And now you want us to give all that up to work for you? You've done nothing for me in all these years—and no, I don't want to be Andromeda Black again. I like the name Andromeda Tonks very much. And how do you even plan to reinstate me? I know it's not possible once someone is magically cast out of the family."
"I agree with my wife, Lord Black," Ted said calmly, though his voice was tight. "I don't need any patronage from an old family. I'm a successful lawyer in both the Muggle and magical worlds."
Lord Black looked at both of them, then sighed tiredly.
"Well, you both look tense, and I can see this will be a heavy conversation. Have some Ogden's Finest and relax, granddaughter," he said with a smirk as firewhisky and two crystal tumblers appeared on the table.
Ted's eyes widened at the year and quality of the bottle. After a moment's hesitation, he reached for the glass and took a sip, savoring the burn. Sighing, Andromeda took her own glass as well.
"Now, dear Andromeda," Lord Black said, "I don't know how you never noticed, but unlike Narcissa, you were not magically disinherited. Only legally. The fact that young Nymphadora inherited metamorphmagus abilities should have been your clue. Or did you think it came from your dear husband's Black blood?"
His smirk widened as pure shock settled over their faces.
"Oh? You didn't know?" he drawled. "Dear Ted here is descended from one of the Black squibs—one lucky enough to be abandoned in the Muggle world rather than quietly killed in an 'accident' two centuries ago. Perhaps both of your bloodlines blessed her with the metamorphmagus gift."
Andromeda shook her head, and Ted whispered, "We had no idea we were related at all."
Lord Black merely shrugged. "Perhaps your magics called out to each other—allowing a metamorphmagus to be born. Anyway, Andromeda, you say I've done nothing for you, but that's ignorance. Do you think the only known metamorphmagus in Britain is still alive and free because the world is filled with good people?"
Andromeda's shock gave way to anger. "What are you talking about? It took our considerable skill to protect her from those criminals. You did nothing. It was our wards and wandwork that saved her when she was seven."
Lord Black snorted and laughed, his disbelief obvious. Seeing no comprehension in their eyes, he calmed himself and, for a moment, looked genuinely surprised.
"I see. You really have no idea what metamorphmagus abilities truly are—or how dangerous it is for someone so young to be publicly known as one. Let me educate you. The 'criminals' you fought off were hired by me—from the weakest gang my men could find. It was meant to be a warning, not a threat. You were never truly in danger because I made sure no real criminals or slavers would reach her.
There were five serious attempts by competent people. My own sworn mercenaries eliminated each one. I even paid personal visits to the leaders of those groups—the ones in the sexual, assassination, and spy guilds. It took five bodies before I extracted magical contracts guaranteeing Nymphadora's safety."
He smirked again at their stunned expressions.
"Then we thank you from the bottom of our hearts, Lord Black," Andromeda said stiffly, "but that's still not a reason to expect us to throw away our lives and careers to serve you."
"I wasn't finished, my dear granddaughter," Lord Black said with the same mocking tone. "Now tell me, what does young Nymphadora want to do after her seventh year? That is this year, correct?"
"Yes," Andromeda said hesitantly. "This is her seventh year. She wants to join the Auror Corps."
A hiss of displeasure escaped Lord Black.
"Well then, you have until the end of the year to convince her to reconsider. If she insists, she must take a gap year and train. Because if she joins the Aurors straightaway, she will be targeted—kidnapped, used."
"What about the contracts you made with those guilds?" Ted asked cautiously.
"Oh, those agreements clearly state defense clauses. They won't touch her unless she becomes an Auror. Then she's fair game. And I wasn't talking about those third-rate thugs.What do you think a metamorphmagus really is?"
Both Andromeda and Ted offered the standard explanation of self-transfiguration.
"Enough," Lord Black cut in. "That's the most basic understanding. The truth is, a metamorphmagus who fully trains their abilities becomes functionally immortal. They can change their aging, regenerate from nearly any wound—provided their body has resources. They can store anything within their body, augment their biology, and improve their bodily functions through knowledge and training. And as you know, witches and wizards grow more powerful with age. A fully trained metamorphmagus will ascend to the level of a magical lord. They, like elementals, are blessed directly by Lady Magic."
Lord black finished with absolute calmness and not a trace of mocking laughter. Both Andromeda and Ted had looks of horror as they recognised how lucky they have been.
"So my dear granddaughter and Mr tonks, there was three reasons, some dark lord or would be dark lords hadn't kidnapped her and sacrificed her in dark ritual to obtain her gift, first is Cassiopia Black the last metamorph of House Black. she was the second in command of Gellert Grindelwald and she had issued a protection to her niece. The other is the first Nymphdora Black the first Metamorph of our family and even I don't know how old she is. She warned almost all her peer immortals and the Dark lords around the world. I personally have to call her and request her for that. The next is, headmaster Albus Dumbledore of -course. I am pretty sure he used Ted Tonks as his lawyer for several times only to show his support of your family over and above his usual protection of Britain."
"Why did no one tell us?" Andromeda whispered.
"Because it's not common knowledge. Only the truly knowledgeable understand the nature of metamorphmagi. But once she's no longer a child—once she's out in the open—those protections will fall away."
He looked directly at them.
"That's why she needs the Black name. It will offer her continued protection while she learns. She can help you in our new ventures as well. She needs to disappear for a while after Hogwarts if she wants a real chance at survival."
Andromeda looked at Ted, searching his eyes.
"Lord Black," Ted said, "I can't just give up my Muggle practice. I have contracts, retainers, partners—"
"Oh, Tonks," Lord Black interrupted, "you missed my point. I want to hire you in both worlds—Muggle and magical. In fact, your Muggle practice will be critical to our future business."
Andromeda gasped. "You, Lord Black, are going into Muggle business?"
He smiled enigmatically. "All will be revealed. After a few oaths. Let me put it this way—what we are planning will be revolutionary. I am also acting as Regent for House Potter. Here, Potions Mistress Andromeda—look at this formula and tell me what you think it does."
Andromeda studied it carefully, her Occlumency shields working at full capacity. She reworked it three times before finally accepting her initial conclusion.
"This is… This is impossible," she said in awe.
"Yes, it should be," Lord Black replied. "But Lily Potter did the impossible. She discovered this while in hiding. Harry found it in her vault and plans to use it."
"His plans?" Andromeda snapped. "Do you take me for a fool? You're clearly exploiting the boy!"
Lord Black snorted and laughed loudly.
"Oh, Andromeda. You've got a lot to catch up on. Harry is special. He was my hidden bodyguard. He brought me Peter Pettigrew to free his godfather. Harry sat in this very castle and threatened me to move for Sirius. If what I suspect is true, he's had visions of the future—visions stuck in his mind due to natural Occlumency. He's a magical lord in his own right. The future will be… interesting. So, let's begin the reinstatement process. Shall we, Andromeda?"
"Yes, Grandfather. Let's do it," she said softly. "Ted, please… we must comply. For Nymphadora."
"For Nymphadora," Ted replied, voice firm with resolve.
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