"It's ready," said Sirius, showing the book to Harry. "Obscurus Books told me that one hundred thousand copies have been printed and according to their estimates, they'll need to print a million more to keep up with the demand for exports."
"You're kidding," said Harry, his eyebrows raised. "You think people abroad would want to read it?"
"The Founders of Hogwarts are rather famous, Harry," said Sirius with a shrug. "Witches and wizards abroad may not know anything about them, but they can be recognised, just like we know the more famous witches and wizards from around the world. The international magical community is closely linked."
"Nice," muttered Harry as he looked at the hardbound book in his hand.
THE FOUNDERS
The Journal of Godric Gryffindor and a personal letter of Salazar Slytherin
"Your letter to the readers has been printed in the forward and the observations you wanted to point out have also been printed along with the journal," said Sirius. "There is also a note saying that the proceeds would be used to help magical orphans. I must say, Harry, I was shocked when I read it. To think Salazar was nothing like what we thought he was…"
"He still hated Muggles with a passion, Sirius," said Harry as he looked through the book. "He also mistrusted Muggle-borns, but he did not want them dead. I have also explained his position. Muggle-borns need to know where the prejudice comes from and the traditionist purebloods need to know that blind prejudice will not solve everything. It would also be a reminder to those fools like Albus Dumbledore and Theseus Scamander who are pro-Muggle. War hero, my arse; you help Muggles in their stupid war which they started and suddenly you are hailed as a war hero. If those fools who helped in the First World War had in any way breached the International Statute of Secrecy, the Muggles' infighting would have been the least of our problems. Bloody immature little gits couldn't understand that Minister Evermonde's emergency legislation was actually for the best. We're all lucky to be alive."
Sirius' lip twitched. "You would have been the picture-perfect heir of the Black family," he said wryly. "Mother would have killed to have you as her son."
"You turned out pretty well, Sirius, I doubt she would have much to complain about. Any luck with the locket?"
"No. I have searched every place I thought Regulus might have kept it, but no luck. All the Black homes have been searched and I went to Gringotts personally to check the Black family vault to see if he had kept it there before he died. I'm at a loss at what to do because I do not want to involve anyone at the Ministry about something so delicate. If Voldemort hears even a whisper about this…"
"I know," said Harry as a flicker of emotion passed over his face.
"Anyway," said Sirius, standing up, "we have an appointment with the Department of Mysteries. Let's go."
Getting up, Harry walked out of the office of the Minister of Magic on Level One and the golden lifts took them to the floor of the Department of Mysteries. The place was deserted and their footsteps echoed on the polished floor. When they reached the door, Sirius pressed a rune and opened the door.
"You'll have to stick close to me," he said sternly. "Don't wander anywhere else because I would then be forced to Obliviate you. Understood?"
"Yes, Godfather," replied Harry promptly.
They entered a reception area where they found a woman sitting at a desk. "Minister Black," she said respectfully. "Lord Potter will have to sign here please."
"Go on," said Sirius. After Harry signed the sheet of parchment, he was lead through a series of doors until they reached the Hall of Prophecies. Thousands of little spheres were sitting on stands and they walked until they reached Row 97.
Harry slowly picked up the glass sphere and tapped it with his wand. A mist was seen inside the sphere as the form of Sybill Trelawney spoke -
" The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"
Sirius bit his lip. "Well," he said slowly. "Things just got murkier."
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