Stark Industries Private Jet - 35,000 Feet Above New York - 11:47 AM EST
The sleek Gulfstream G650 cut through the morning sky with the whisper-quiet precision that only came from having enough money to custom-modify every system for optimal performance and passenger comfort. Tony sprawled in one of the leather captain's chairs, his phone pressed to his ear as he gazed out at the Manhattan skyline approaching through scattered clouds. His expression cycled between amusement and barely controlled irritation as Obadiah Stane's voice crackled through the secure satellite connection.
"Tony, you've been gone for over a week," came Obadiah's gravelly voice, carrying that particular tone of paternal concern mixed with business frustration that Tony had been hearing since childhood. "The board is starting to ask questions about your extended absence, and we have three major defense contracts that need your personal review and approval."
"Obie, I told you—I'm handling family matters," Tony replied with the kind of casual authority that suggested he wasn't particularly interested in board concerns or contract deadlines. "Important family matters that required my full attention."
Through the phone, he could hear papers shuffling and what sounded like Obadiah pouring himself what was probably his fourth cup of coffee of the morning. "Family matters. Right. Tony, adopting a kid doesn't usually require a two-week sabbatical from running a multi-billion dollar corporation."
"This particular adoption," Tony said carefully, glancing across the cabin where Harry sat cross-legged on another leather chair, surrounded by floating magical textbooks that occasionally turned their own pages while he took notes in the air with an enchanted quill, "has turned out to be somewhat more complex than your average family integration process."
"Complex how? What's complex about bringing a kid home and getting him settled? You hire a nanny, enroll him in school, buy him some toys, and get back to work. It's not rocket science, Tony."
Tony's grin was sharp enough to cut through the phone line. "Obie, trust me on this—rocket science would be considerably simpler."
There was a pause, during which Tony could practically hear his business partner and father figure calculating whether this was another one of Tony's elaborate practical jokes or a genuine situation requiring serious attention.
"Tony," Obadiah said finally, his voice dropping to the tone he used for serious business discussions, "level with me. What exactly are you dealing with here? Because the board is starting to wonder if this adoption thing is just another one of your publicity stunts, and Stark Industries stock is beginning to fluctuate based on speculation about your mental state and commitment to the company."
"My mental state is perfectly fine," Tony replied, though his tone suggested he was finding the conversation increasingly tedious. "And my commitment to Stark Industries remains absolute. I'm simply... expanding our research portfolio into some previously unexplored areas of advanced science."
"What kind of advanced science requires a two-week absence from all corporate responsibilities?"
Tony looked across the cabin again, watching as Harry casually made a crystal paperweight hover three inches above his palm while simultaneously reading what appeared to be a graduate-level textbook on theoretical physics written by someone named "Adalbert Waffling."
"The kind that's going to revolutionize multiple industries and probably change our fundamental understanding of energy manipulation, materials science, and possibly the basic structure of reality," Tony said with complete honesty. "Obie, what I'm working on right now makes arc reactor technology look like a child's toy."
"Tony..." Obadiah's voice carried the long-suffering patience of someone who'd heard variations of this conversation many times before. "Are you having another one of your obsessive research phases? Because the last time you disappeared into your workshop for two weeks, you emerged claiming you'd solved the problem of sustainable fusion energy, and it turned out you'd been surviving on coffee and leftover pizza while trying to redesign the fundamental laws of thermodynamics."
"This is different," Tony said firmly, though his grin suggested he wasn't entirely offended by the comparison. "This time I actually have solved several fundamental problems with energy manipulation and materials science. And I'm not doing it alone—I have a research partner who's proving to be absolutely brilliant at theoretical framework development."
"A research partner? Tony, you don't work well with others. Your idea of collaboration is lecturing graduate students about why their thesis projects are inadequately ambitious."
"This partner," Tony said, his voice softening as he watched Harry levitate three different objects while reading equations from a floating book, "is proving to be considerably more intellectually stimulating than most graduate students."
"Who is it? Someone from MIT? CalTech? A consultant from one of the European research institutes?"
"Someone considerably younger and considerably more innovative than anyone from those institutions," Tony replied cryptically. "Obie, I need you to trust me on this. What I'm working on is going to be worth the temporary absence from routine corporate operations."
There was another pause, longer this time, during which Tony could hear Obadiah muttering what sounded like creative combinations of profanity and expressions of professional concern.
"Fine," Obadiah said finally. "But Tony, I need you back in the office by Friday for the quarterly review meeting. We have investors to impress, contracts to finalize, and a board of directors who are getting increasingly nervous about your unconventional approach to corporate leadership."
"Friday is doable," Tony agreed, though his tone suggested he wasn't particularly concerned about investor relations or board anxiety. "Though I should probably warn you—when I do come back, I'm going to be proposing some rather revolutionary changes to our research and development priorities."
"What kind of revolutionary changes?"
Tony's expression grew calculating as he contemplated the possibilities. "Let's just say we're going to be exploring some previously theoretical areas of advanced science that could open up entirely new markets and technological applications."
"Tony, please tell me you're not planning to announce that you've discovered aliens or time travel or some other science fiction nonsense that's going to tank our stock price and give our investors heart attacks."
"Nothing so mundane as aliens or time travel," Tony replied cheerfully. "What I'm working on is considerably more interesting and significantly more practical for immediate commercial applications."
Through the phone, he could hear Obadiah pouring what sounded like another cup of coffee, probably adding something stronger to it based on his increasingly exasperated sighs.
"All right, Tony. I'll handle the board, manage the investors, and keep Stark Industries running smoothly while you pursue whatever impossible project has captured your attention this time. But I want regular check-ins, and if this research partnership turns into another one of your elaborate publicity stunts, I'm personally flying out there to drag you back to reality."
"Understood," Tony said, though his grin suggested he wasn't particularly worried about Obadiah's threats. "And Obie? When you do meet my research partner, try to keep an open mind. The future is going to be considerably more interesting than any of us anticipated."
After ending the call, Tony settled back in his chair and looked across the cabin at Harry, who had apparently mastered the art of reading four different books simultaneously while making complex mathematical calculations appear in glowing text above his head.
"Harry," he said thoughtfully, "how do you feel about the possibility of revolutionizing multiple industries and changing the fundamental understanding of advanced science before your seventh birthday?"
Harry looked up from his books with the kind of analytical expression that suggested he was giving the question serious consideration.
"Well," he said with characteristic British precision, "I suppose that depends on whether we're talking about revolutionary changes that benefit society and advance human knowledge, or the kind of revolutionary changes that accidentally destabilize international economic systems and cause widespread panic among people who prefer their reality to remain comfortably predictable."
"Probably both," Tony admitted cheerfully. "But definitely leaning toward the beneficial advancement of human knowledge side of things."
"In that case," Harry replied with obvious enthusiasm, "I think it sounds absolutely brilliant. Though we should probably develop comprehensive safety protocols and impact assessment models before we start implementing any changes that might affect global economic or social systems."
"Of course we should," Tony agreed, his pride in his son's practical wisdom mixing with excitement about their shared future projects. "JARVIS, make a note to add 'global economic impact assessment protocols' to our growing list of research priorities."
"Noted, Mr. Stark," JARVIS replied with what sounded like digital amusement. "Though I should mention that our research priority list is now approaching three hundred separate items, many of which involve concepts that didn't exist in my original programming parameters."
"The best research projects always involve concepts that don't exist yet," Harry observed sagely, returning his attention to his floating books with renewed focus. "That's what makes them interesting."
As the Gulfstream began its descent toward New York, Tony looked out at the city that had been his playground and proving ground for most of his adult life, and felt a surge of anticipation for the impossible adventures that awaited them in the magical districts hidden beneath its familiar skyline.
The future was definitely going to be extraordinary.
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The American Quintessential—New York's Premier Magical Commercial District - 2:47 PM EST
The entrance to the American Quintessential was hidden in plain sight, which Tony was learning was apparently standard operating procedure for magical locations that wanted to remain accessible to their communities while invisible to everyone else. What appeared to be a perfectly ordinary office building in lower Manhattan—complete with a bland corporate directory listing various import/export businesses and consulting firms that probably existed only on paper—revealed itself to be something considerably more interesting once Penny performed what she casually referred to as "standard access protocols."
The transformation was gradual and thoroughly disorienting in the way that only magical architecture could manage. As they passed through the lobby, ordinary elevator banks gave way to ornate bronze doors marked with symbols that hurt to look at directly, while standard office building lighting shifted to warm golden illumination that seemed to emanate from floating crystals suspended at aesthetically perfect intervals throughout increasingly elaborate corridors.
"The district operates on expanded space principles," Penny explained as they walked through passages that were definitely larger than the building's external dimensions could possibly accommodate, her professional composure unruffled by the casual impossibility of their surroundings. "Similar to your British Diagon Alley, but considerably more sophisticated and integrated with nomaj architectural systems."
Harry walked beside Tony with obvious fascination, his green eyes moving systematically through the architectural details while his mind clearly catalogued the engineering principles involved in creating structures that existed in spaces larger than their containers.
"The spatial expansion mathematics must be extraordinarily complex," he murmured, his voice carrying the kind of wonder that came from encountering genuinely innovative solutions to impossible problems. "The structural integrity calculations alone would require multidimensional engineering frameworks that don't exist in conventional architecture."
"Most magical architects learn spatial manipulation as a basic skill," Penny replied, though her expression suggested she was impressed by Harry's immediate grasp of the underlying complexities. "Though I suspect you'll find the American approach to magical architecture considerably more advanced than traditional European methods."
They emerged from the transition corridors into what could only be described as a magical shopping district that had been designed by someone with unlimited imagination, unlimited resources, and absolutely no interest in the constraints of conventional physics or traditional retail organization.
The American Quintessential stretched in all directions with the kind of organic complexity that suggested centuries of careful expansion and architectural evolution. Cobblestone streets wound between buildings that ranged from colonial American brick structures to gleaming modern towers that incorporated both magical and technological design elements. Shop signs floated at eye level while displaying information in multiple languages including several that Tony was reasonably certain didn't exist in the non-magical world.
The air itself hummed with magical energy that made Tony's engineer instincts engage with fascination and concern. Street lamps that clearly ran on magical power rather than electricity provided warm, steady illumination that seemed to adjust automatically to optimal levels for each individual passerby. Fountain systems created elaborate water displays that defied gravity while somehow managing to remain aesthetically pleasing rather than chaotic.
But it was the people that really captured Tony's attention. The district hosted a fascinating mixture of traditionally-robed wizards who looked like they'd stepped directly out of medieval paintings, professionally-dressed individuals who could have been conventional businesspeople except for their casual use of floating briefcases and self-organizing paperwork, and young people wearing clothing that successfully blended magical and contemporary fashions in ways that looked both practical and stylish.
"It's remarkable," Harry said quietly, his voice filled with wonder as he took in the impossible sights surrounding them. "It's like stepping into a living demonstration of advanced theoretical physics combined with the most sophisticated urban planning I've ever seen."
"And expensive," Pepper added dryly, though her tone carried obvious appreciation for the district's organization and efficiency. "I can already tell this is going to be an expensive shopping expedition."
Tony's attention was immediately captured by a bookstore whose sign read "Tomes & Theories: Advanced Magical Research Materials" in elegant script that seemed to shift between languages as he watched. Through the windows, he could see floating bookshelves that rearranged themselves while customers browsed, and what appeared to be books that provided live demonstrations of their contents through small holographic projections.
"I need to see that bookstore," he said with the focused intensity that meant his curiosity had been thoroughly engaged. "Harry, are you interested in advanced magical research materials?"
"Am I interested in advanced research materials?" Harry replied with obvious delight. "Dad, that may be the most wonderful question anyone has ever asked me."
"Mr. Stark," Penny said with diplomatic concern, "perhaps we should handle the banking appointment first, and then explore the shopping opportunities? Gringotts prefers punctual arrivals, and goblin cultural expectations regarding time management are quite specific."
"Banking first, then unlimited educational shopping," Tony agreed, though his eyes remained fixed on the bookstore. "But Penny, after we handle the financial business, I want comprehensive tours of every establishment that sells anything related to advanced magical theory, practical applications, or innovative research equipment."
"That could take several days," Pepper warned, though her tone suggested she'd already resigned herself to the inevitable scope of Tony's shopping enthusiasm.
"Pepper, we have several days," Tony replied cheerfully. "We have unlimited resources, unlimited curiosity, and a son whose education is going to require supplies that probably don't exist yet but will be invented specifically for his needs."
As they made their way through the district toward the imposing Gringotts building—which rose from the street like a fortress designed by someone who understood both security and architectural intimidation—Tony found himself cataloguing potential shopping destinations with growing excitement.
A clothing store called "Drake & Dragon: Premium Magical Attire" displayed robes and jackets that seemed to shimmer with protective enchantments while maintaining contemporary styling that looked both practical and professional. A shop called "Zonko's Joke Shop American Branch: Premium Pranking Supplies & Magical Innovations" showed window displays that featured products actually moving, demonstrating their effects with the kind of dynamic advertising that conventional stores could never achieve.
But it was a store called "Arcane Athletics: Magical Sporting Goods & Flying Equipment" that made Tony stop in his tracks, staring at window displays that featured what appeared to be actual flying broomsticks suspended in mid-air while demonstrating their speed, maneuverability, and safety features through live aerial displays.
"Flying broomsticks," he said slowly, his voice carrying the tone of someone whose engineering mind was immediately engaged by impossible aerodynamic challenges. "They have actual flying broomsticks for sale."
"Standard transportation in the magical world," Penny confirmed, though she was watching Tony's expression with obvious concern. "Mr. Stark, please remember that we have a banking appointment, and goblin punctuality expectations are quite serious."
"Right. Banking. Then flying broomsticks." Tony's grin was bright enough to power the entire district. "Harry, what do you think about the aerodynamic principles involved in magically-powered flight systems?"
"I think," Harry replied with matching enthusiasm, "that the physics involved are probably extraordinary, and I would very much like to understand how magical propulsion systems achieve stable flight without conventional thrust or lift generation mechanisms."
Pepper sighed with the long-suffering patience of someone who'd had variations of this conversation in different contexts throughout her professional relationship with Tony Stark.
"Gentlemen, could we possibly focus on one impossible thing at a time? Banking first, then we can explore every magical innovation in the district. But let's handle the financial business before we start revolutionizing magical transportation systems."
"Agreed," Tony said, though his attention kept drifting to shop windows that displayed merchandise that challenged his understanding of what was commercially possible. "But after banking, we're going to have the most interesting shopping expedition in the history of retail therapy."
The Gringotts building loomed before them like a fortress that had been designed by master architects who understood that financial institutions needed to project both absolute security and complete trustworthiness. The structure rose in elegant tiers of white marble and enchanted bronze, with architectural details that suggested both ancient craftsmanship and cutting-edge magical engineering.
As they approached the entrance, Tony felt the familiar thrill of approaching significant discoveries mixed with protective concern for his son's wellbeing and future security. Whatever they learned in that building was going to change their understanding of Harry's place in both the magical and non-magical worlds.
The future was about to become considerably more complex.
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Gringotts Wizarding Bank - Private Conference Room - 3:15 PM EST
The private conference room deep within Gringotts Bank resembled what would happen if Swiss banking security protocols had been designed by master craftsmen who had access to magic, unlimited resources, and absolutely no tolerance for privacy breaches or unauthorized access. The walls appeared to be carved from single pieces of white marble embedded with veins of what looked like actual gold, while the ceiling displayed a slowly rotating array of protective symbols that made Tony's eyes water if he looked at them too directly.
Griphook, the Potter account manager, sat across the polished obsidian conference table with the kind of professional dignity that suggested centuries of experience handling the financial affairs of wealthy magical families. His sharp features and calculating eyes conveyed both absolute competence and the subtle suggestion that attempting to defraud Gringotts would result in consequences that would make tax audits seem like pleasant social interactions.
Tony had been impressed despite himself by the goblin's comprehensive knowledge of both magical and nomaj financial systems, his fluent command of international banking regulations, and his obvious respect for the security protocols that protected his clients' assets and privacy.
"The Potter family holdings," Griphook said with professional precision, consulting a leather portfolio that appeared to contain considerably more documents than physically possible, "have been managed according to the conservative investment strategies established by James Potter's grandfather, with modifications implemented by James and Lily Potter prior to their deaths."
He withdrew what appeared to be a standard financial summary, except that the numbers seemed to be written in gold ink that occasionally shifted to display additional information in response to the reader's questions.
"Current liquid assets total approximately forty-seven million galleons in magical currencies, with additional holdings in nomaj financial instruments totaling roughly eighty-three million dollars in various international markets," Griphook continued with the matter-of-fact tone of someone discussing perfectly routine financial matters. "The family also maintains ownership of various magical properties, research facilities, and business investments throughout Britain, continental Europe, and North America."
Tony blinked slowly as he processed the numbers. "So Harry is worth roughly one hundred and thirty million dollars, plus real estate and business holdings."
"That represents the conservative valuation," Griphook corrected with slight emphasis. "The magical properties include several research facilities whose value is difficult to assess due to their specialized nature, and the business investments have performed considerably better than anticipated over the past several years."
Pepper consulted her tablet with the focused efficiency of someone accustomed to managing complex financial portfolios. "Mr. Griphook, could you provide more specific information about the business investments? We'll need comprehensive records for tax planning and integration with Harry's nomaj financial arrangements."
"Certainly," Griphook replied, withdrawing additional documents from his apparently limitless portfolio. "The Potter family maintained diversified investment strategies in both magical and nomaj markets. Their magical holdings include shares in potion ingredient suppliers, magical transportation services, and advanced magical research companies. Their nomaj investments were concentrated in technology development firms, pharmaceutical companies, and emerging energy technologies."
"Energy technologies," Tony repeated with growing interest. "What kind of energy technologies?"
"The records indicate investments in companies researching alternative energy sources, advanced materials science, and theoretical physics applications," Griphook replied, consulting his documents with professional thoroughness. "James and Lily Potter were apparently quite interested in the potential for technological advancement and innovation."
Harry looked up from his own examination of the financial documents, his green eyes bright with curiosity and something that might have been pride. "My parents were interested in advancing technology? That's wonderful!"
"Indeed," Griphook confirmed with what might have been approval. "The Potter family has historically supported research and development initiatives that benefit broader society rather than simply pursuing maximum financial returns."
"Speaking of historical Potter family decisions," Penny said carefully, her diplomatic training evident as she approached what was clearly a sensitive topic, "Mr. Griphook, were there any specific instructions regarding Harry's guardianship arrangements or educational planning?"
Griphook's expression grew noticeably more serious, his eyes sharpening with what looked suspiciously like disapproval mixed with professional concern.
"That is an... complex matter," he said with careful diplomatic phrasing. "The Potter family will contained comprehensive instructions regarding young Harry's care, education, and financial management. However, those instructions were suspended by order of the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot immediately following James and Lily Potter's deaths."
"Suspended?" Tony's voice carried the dangerous calm that meant someone was about to receive his complete and undivided attention. "Who suspended the will, and under what authority?"
"Professor Albus Dumbledore, in his capacity as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot," Griphook replied, his tone suggesting he hadn't entirely approved of the decision at the time.
Tony looked toward Penny with obvious confusion. "Chief Warlock of the what now?"
"The Wizengamot is the British magical government's judicial body," Penny explained with professional clarity. "Think of it as a combination of supreme court and legislative assembly. The Chief Warlock serves as both chief justice and presiding officer—it's the highest judicial position in magical Britain."
"So Dumbledore wasn't just a school headmaster when he made decisions about Harry's placement," Tony said slowly, his voice growing increasingly sharp. "He was effectively the chief justice of magical Britain's supreme court."
"That's correct," Griphook confirmed. "Professor Dumbledore suspended the Potter will citing 'extraordinary circumstances requiring emergency guardianship arrangements for the protection of magical Britain's security interests.'"
Tony's expression was cycling through several distinctly unpleasant emotions as he processed this information. "Emergency guardianship arrangements. Without consulting the actual instructions left by Harry's parents."
"However," Griphook continued with what sounded suspiciously like satisfaction, "Gringotts maintains backup copies of all client documents as part of our standard security protocols. I have the original Potter family will here, if you would like to review the guardianship instructions that were suspended."
The silence that followed was loaded with tension as everyone in the room recognized that they were about to learn information that could fundamentally change their understanding of the decisions that had shaped Harry's early life.
"Yes," Tony said firmly, his protective instincts fully engaged. "I want to know exactly what Harry's parents intended for his care and education."
Griphook withdrew a sealed document from his portfolio, breaking magical seals with ceremonial precision before unfolding what appeared to be official parchment covered with elegant handwriting and formal legal language.
"The Last Will and Testament of James Charlus Potter and Lily Rose Potter," he read with formal dignity, "written in sound mind and with full understanding of the dangerous circumstances surrounding our current situation."
He paused, then continued with careful enunciation, "In the event of our deaths, we name Sirius Orion Black as primary guardian for our son Harry James Potter, with full authority over his care, education, and financial decisions until he reaches magical majority."
Penny gasped audibly, her professional composure cracking entirely as she stared at the will with obvious shock. "Sirius Black? They named Sirius Black as Harry's guardian?"
"Who is Sirius Black?" Tony asked, though Penny's reaction suggested the answer was going to be significant.
"Sirius Black," Penny said slowly, her voice tight with implications, "is currently serving a life sentence in Azkaban Prison for betraying the Potter family to Voldemort and causing their deaths."
The silence that followed was profound and loaded with implications that were still sinking in.
"But if they named him as my guardian," Harry said quietly, his sharp mind immediately grasping the contradictions, "then they trusted him completely. They wouldn't have chosen someone they believed might betray them."
"Precisely," Griphook said grimly, consulting the will again. "The document continues: 'We have placed our family under the protection of the Fidelius Charm, with Peter Pettigrew serving as our Secret Keeper. Should anything happen to us, Peter can provide testimony regarding the circumstances of our deaths and confirm Sirius's loyalty and suitability as Harry's guardian.'"
"Peter Pettigrew was the Secret Keeper," Penny repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not Sirius Black."
Tony looked back and forth between Penny and Griphook, his analytical mind immediately identifying the crucial information gap. "I need someone to explain what a Secret Keeper is and why this matters."
"The Fidelius Charm," Penny said with careful precision, "is one of the most complex protective spells in existence. It literally makes a secret impossible to discover unless the person who knows it—the Secret Keeper—chooses to reveal it. The Potters' location, their address, their very existence at that address would have been completely hidden from Voldemort unless the Secret Keeper told him."
"So if Peter Pettigrew was the Secret Keeper," Harry said with growing understanding, "then Peter Pettigrew was the one who betrayed my parents to Voldemort."
"And Sirius Black has spent five years in Azkaban Prison for a crime he didn't commit," Penny finished, her voice tight with the implications.
Tony felt rage building in his chest with the kind of cold intensity that had occasionally led to rather spectacular professional conflicts with people who made the mistake of threatening his family or undermining his interests.
"Let me make sure I understand this correctly," he said with dangerous calm. "Dumbledore suspended the will that would have given Harry proper guardianship. An innocent man has been imprisoned for five years for a crime he didn't commit. And the actual traitor has been free this entire time."
"That appears to be an accurate summary of the situation," Griphook confirmed with goblin directness.
"What exactly is Azkaban?" Pepper asked, though her tone suggested she probably didn't want to know the answer.
"Magical Britain's maximum security prison," Penny replied grimly. "Guarded by creatures called Dementors—beings that feed on happiness and hope, leaving their victims in a state of despair and psychological torment. It's considered a fate worse than death by most of the magical community."
Harry had gone very pale as he processed this information, his green eyes showing a maturity that was heartbreaking in someone so young.
"So my godfather—the man my parents chose to care for me if something happened to them—has been suffering in a prison designed to destroy people's sanity, for a crime he didn't commit, while the real traitor remained free," he said quietly. "And Dumbledore could have prevented this by simply reading my parents' will instead of suspending it."
"That appears to be correct," Griphook confirmed.
Tony stood up from his chair with sharp, controlled movements, his expression showing the kind of focused anger that had occasionally resulted in extremely unpleasant consequences for people who made the mistake of threatening his family.
"Penny," he said with absolute authority, "I want comprehensive legal action initiated immediately. I want Sirius Black's case reopened, reviewed, and overturned. I want Peter Pettigrew found and arrested. And I want a full investigation into Dumbledore's abuse of his judicial authority in suspending the Potter will without proper legal justification."
"Mr. Stark," Penny said carefully, "magical legal systems operate differently than nomaj courts. International magical law, jurisdictional issues, political considerations..."
"I don't care," Tony interrupted with finality. "My son's godfather is suffering in a magical prison for a crime he didn't commit because someone with too much power decided to ignore the explicit wishes of Harry's parents. That ends now."
He looked around the room at the assembled group, his voice carrying the weight of absolute determination.
"We're going to fix this. All of it. And we're going to make sure it never happens again."
Outside the bank's windows, storm clouds were gathering with supernatural speed, and thunder rumbled with the sound of injustices about to be rectified and powers about to be held accountable for their decisions.
The future had just become considerably more complicated, but also much more focused.
Justice was about to be served.
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