Time is running out.
Harry and Daphne had thoroughly enjoyed their honeymoon during their stay in the Andean city, they toured iconic places in the city such as the cathedral hill, the civic center which left them amazed by the buildings that gave them a very warm atmosphere, they toured the Bosque de los Arrayanes in a walk in which they were allowed to wander like direwolves in sections, they also skied a little.
They enjoyed their stay in the mountain city but they knew that sooner or later they would have to return to Great Britain, time itself was running out since they were a few weeks away from starting their fifth year, they had talked to Sirius through the mirror bidirectional this informed him that they had selected Neville as prefect and Hermione as prefect of Gryffindor, on the other hand they found out that the order was guarding something in the department of mysteries something that according to what Sirius said was something that Voldemort was looking for urgently .
This made them nervous this added to the fact that Harry began to have nightmares where he remembered his abusive childhood along with Ron's death.
These nightmares became frequent but thanks to his occlumency shields he managed to diminish the effect of his bliss as they began to theorize how Voldemort got into dreams, the immediate response told him that it was the product of the rest of the Horcrux in Harry which It gave a small entrance "window".
For which Harry as a "ritual" before sleeping reinforced his occlumency shields to make it difficult for Voldemort to disturb his mind.
Right now Harry was cutting some logs for the cabin's fireplace while Daphne had gone into town to buy some things to cook, she was chopping them down with an ax she had found on the property.
This kept him in shape with respect to his body, something that despite being on vacation they did not neglect in the least since they got up early and trained together. It was an advantage that the property was far from the city being close to the mountains so they could practice as much magic as they wanted.
He was cutting a log when he heard a footstep behind him, his nose made him notice that it was not a familiar aroma, it was then that he forcefully took the ax and moved it in the direction of the noise.
Quickly he moved the ax to the neck of a man in his 40s, his average height was around 1.75, his hair was sandy brown, his complexion showed that he was in good shape, he had a fairly well-groomed beard, he was wearing a black suit along with a brown trench coat. gray, his eyes were blue.
—Good reflexes, boy—said the man.
—Who are you? —Harry asked.
—I must say Mr. Potter that you chose a good place for your honeymoon, no one would think that a magician as famous as you would decide to spend your vacations in Argentina—the man mentioned, moving a bit from the edge of the ax with his right hand.
—I ask again, who are you? —he asked again—because by the way you speak I will assume that you are not Argentine, your way of speaking sounds too London so I will assume that you are from London, by your complexion I will assume that you are military or something Related to that so I'll ask again who the hell are you?
—I'm impressed Mr. Potter, you turn out to be, as my reports suggest, an exceptional young man— he said looking at Harry—my name is Klaus Peterson, I work for a faction of the British government that is in charge of monitoring and/or controlling events that may have an impact on the non-magical society or as they are called in their world "muggles".
Harry was surprised, he knew that the ministry had governmental relations with the muggle government and royalty, but he did not expect something like this, it reminded him of marvel comics and that organization that worked with the avengers "SHIELD".
If this man was telling the truth, he wasn't looking for Harry by mere chance, he was looking for him for something.
—What is the name of this organization? —Harry asked.
—It's confidential—Klaus replied.
That was an answer Harry waited for then he heard light but firm footsteps and could make out dear Daphne's perfume on him.
From among her trees a Daphne appeared with a murderous look on her face with bow in hand ready to unleash what by the sickly green hue of the arrow she distinguished as the killing curse.
—My dear, who is this man? —Daphne asked pointing at Klaus.
—He claims to be Klaus Peterson; he works for a faction of the Muggle government that monitors activity on our world—Harry explained.
—Yes, you don't mind, I could lower his bow, I swear I'm not here with homicidal intentions— Klaus assured sardonically.
—Okay,” Daphne said, lowering the bow—what do you want from us.
—Straight to the point, good— said Klaus—my superiors sent me here because we are aware of the situation in wizarding Britain in the late 1970s and early 1980s, seeing the inability of Milicent Bagnold magical ministry was when the intervention was considered once and for all to eliminate the terrorist organization known as Death Eaters and its leader Tom Riddle, this organization began to become more "bold" in its objectives, for which reason before Christmas or New Year from 81 magical Britain would fall.
—Voldemor would have won if he hadn't gone after me, right? —Harry said.
—That was the case because you see, in the first war those who opposed Voldemort and his forces didn't have the courage to do the dirty work—Klaus explained.
That was something they knew from the mouths of those who lived through that time, according to Remus and Sirius the order was only dedicated to fasting Death Eaters or participating in minor raids on torture centers that Death Eaters had, just as they were prohibited from using lethal force following Dumbledore's guidelines.
On the other hand, Amelia told them that the DMLE was very busy avoiding kidnapping attempts, attacks on the civilian population along with raids on torture centers, but the problem remained the same, not using lethal force continued to be an obstacle that cost more. lives that he saved until finally it was approved that the aurors and hit wizard use lethal force in the confrontations which brought relief.
But for that it was necessary for families like the Bones to be massacred so that it really began to push the Death Eaters.
—When we received reports that deadly force began to be used, it was a small relief, but the same problem continued, Dumbledore continued like a damn hippie preaching about salvation and forgiveness while members of his order like Dorcas Meadows, the Prewitt brothers, among many others they were massacred and brutalized—he continued explaining—it was until Halloween that everything stopped from one moment to the next, the leader Tom Riddle alias Lord Voldemor died at the hands of a child, the rest you already know.
That was true, when Voldemort lost his body it was as if you cut off the head of the chicken, it began to run everywhere looking for its head.
—What does this have to do with me and my wife?" Because as fascinating as this kind of story is, there's only one truth—Harry said.
—Come on boy don't disappoint me, I know you're not a puppet all those sweet words to the ministry and your declared enmity with Dumbledore just proves that you're planning something—Klaus replied —because you wouldn't be preparing to fight if that were the case, because from the way she pointed that bow at me I don't think if I had come with less than friendly intentions I wouldn't get out of here alive.
—Because you see, Barbie and Ken, you and I both know what's coming and as much as you try to hide it, Tom Riddle is back and alive and if I were him I'd like to finish what I started that includes you—Klaus said.
—How do you know he's back? —Daphne asked, intrigued.
—The department I work for is a mix between Squib, Muggle-born, Half-Blood raised by Muggle-born and Muggle-born parents, they devised and created a large-scale map of the entire country that is capable of identifying the magical signatures of all the magical beings on British soil as well as concentrations of dark magic—he began to explain—because through runes and spells, as well as taking military-class radars as a base, they managed to draw a map that detected, as I already said, the magical signature of all those who live in Britain.
That was kind of amazing they knew it was possible because of the marauder's map but taking it to a scale was something particularly amazing for both of them.
—And that brings us to what happened a month and a half ago, specifically on June 24 of this year between 10 and 10:30 pm London time in the area known as the Little Hanglenton cemetery in the Sheffield district. The signature of 3 wizards identified as Hadrian James Potter, Cedric Amos Diggory and Ronald Billius Weasley was detected in the same area. A small, rather weak magical signature was also detected, like that of the war criminal known as Peter Pettigrew—Klaus explained—less Within 10 minutes the magical signature of Ronald Billius went out, later reports show that he perished and is currently buried in Ottery St Catchpole Cemetery, shortly after there was a dark energy spike shortly after the signature of the supposedly dead Tom Riddle was detected.
—If you detected Riddle's signature why didn't you report this to the DMLE? —Daphne questioned.
—Because, as soon as the DMLE was informed of this, everyone in my organization would have been compromised because that information was leaked to the Death Eaters due to the corruption of the magical ministry—Klaus replied—because as far as I know before you started to play the role of the "ministry-boy" you were the "boy who lied" think about what they would do if they had proof of my organization.
—What about Amelia Bones? —I question it Harry this time—isn't she trustworthy?
—It is, but unfortunately it is surrounded by snakes that upon hearing my organization would seek to destroy it by any means—Klaus explained—in short, continuing with June 24 shortly after your magical firm and Cedric Amos disappeared from the place, the rest of the signatures of what I will assume are death eaters who swore to be under Imperius, when we arrived we did all the protocol of the expert report on the ground there was Ronald Billius's blood and yours, marks of explosions and burned grass now what I want to know is how did the Most twisted, fanatic son of a bitch came back from the dead?
Harry and Daphne began recounting everything from the maze to the graveyard, Ron's death, and Voldemor's resurrection.
Klaus was a person who, given his profession, could not afford to be skeptical since he was recruited as a simple agent in MI6 until today, he had seen extraordinarily beautiful or horrifying things, he had no middle ground for which, when listening to the story about the boy Ronald Weasley and his decline in sanity to an untimely death at the hands of a traitor and coward Peter Pettigrew might be some of the most tragic things he had ever heard then he came to his mind a memory.
He remembers the day he was sent to investigate this case, the place where his search began was clearly that cemetery, which took him to a small morgue in the Ottery St. Catchpole cemetery where he saw the lifeless body of a 15-year-old red-haired boy, Which made him question what had happened for that boy to end up like this, well now he had the answer.
—That's some fucked up shit, you know that right? —He said, surprised by the story—I think that with your testimony the case of the murder of Ronald Weasley is closed, but now there is the difficult part.
—What do you mean? —Harry asked.
—Right now the powers of the whole world are debating what to do with the magical Great Britain set in the previous antecedent, the government and the British crown together with the confederation of magicians do not want the same situation to be repeated, which is why it was first considered a large-scale intervention whereby bodies of hit wizards and aurors from all corners together with the muggle military would be ordered to eliminate any wizard or witch they considered hostile—Klaus explained to the couple's horror.
Thinking of something like that was unthinkable but not at the same time.
Because if they thought about it in a certain way, there was logic in thinking like that, since in order to maintain balance, certain sacrifices had to be made, but this was much more extreme than they could imagine.
—There has to be another alternative because if that happened, many innocent lives could be lost and all because of some fucking fascists— Harry intervened, denying what Klaus said.
—That's why I'm here with a proposal— Klaus answered—I'm aware that you were sighted, Theodore Jensen Nott, Blaise Stefano Zabini, the twins Frederick Fabian and George Gideon Weasley, Ginevra Molly Weasley, Tracey Margaret Davies, Neville Frank Longbottom, Hermione Jean Granger, Luna Pandora Lovegood and Cedric Amos Diggory between the 1st and 10th of July in Knockturn Alley acquiring wands without the trace of the Ministry from different wand dealers.
Shit, was what the couple collectively thought upon being discovered.
—What do you plan to do with that information? — Harry asked cautiously.
—Nothing, what I came for was not to screw you over but to give you a proposal—Klaus informed taking out some papers—this is the E.M.C.M initiative or Death Eater Counter-Insurgency Magic Squad, it is a team dedicated to the search and destruction of all Death Eater operatives on British soil. and Wales, said team would operate with total freedom against the death eaters, for which reason it will be allowed total freedom of action against said enemies declared by the crown.
—What would happen if the Ministry tried to jail us? I honestly don't see my days in a bloody cell in Azkaban— Harry replied.
Klaus gave a rather dismissive chuckle.
—The Ministry will not be able to touch you since from the moment you begin to move against the Death Eaters you will have total immunity to the laws, just as in any court a real pardon will be presented, which is valid in any magical and non-magical court— Klaus affirmed with a smile—since every act they commit will be under the orders of Her Majesty the Queen as well as in full awareness of the Prime Minister.
—What prevents us from continuing as we are? —Daphne questioned.
—Nothing really, but think of it this way they'll have the training, but they'll need the locations, the places to disappear without being noticed, safe houses, supplies that a couple of teenagers couldn't easily get—Klaus mentioned vehemently—obviously for people." from his position it will not be difficult to achieve it by disbursing amounts of money, but at some point something will go wrong and that information will leak, but if you work with me that information and these resources will not end since I can give you what you need from weapons to basic resources or safe houses.
Daphne looking at Klaus noticed the papers she had and was curious to see what it was about.
—What are those papers? —Daphne asked.
—Oh this—Klaus said pointing to the papers—here is the information that has been collected from you, dates of birth, weight, height, grades, criminal record.
—Criminal record? —Harry questioned.
—Yes, it turns out that on the first August of last year in a mini supermarket the subjects identified as Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini stole, that is to say, they stole items worth 1,800 pounds, apparently neither of them had identification as well as the consumption of alcohol It is prohibited in minors, for which both subjects fled on foot with a shopping cart, in the pursuit they were joined by 4 unknown subjects who later identified them as the Weasley twins, the late Ronald Weasley and Hadrian Potter— Klaus explained while Harry was leaving. she was blushing with embarrassment and Daphne was debating between laughing or being ashamed—for petty theft and fleeing from law enforcement they could have 3 to 5 months in juvenile correction but since they had no prior criminal record and since my office intervened they won't have What to worry about more than choosing which mini-supermarket to go to and take money and identification.
Harry swore to himself that his return would give Theo and Blaise a thrashing in hand-to-hand training.
—In that case, what can your organization offer us? — Harry asked.
—Well, my organization is willing to teach one of you how our map works— Klaus affirmed, pleased. Yes, like any kind of weapon or bomb, of course, as far as possible, nothing completely devastating.
—Of course it's not like we want to turn Diagon Alley into a magical version of Hiroshima— Harry said sarcastically.
"So do you take the job or not? —Klaus asked.
—We're a team, I'm the leader but I listen to my teammates and I won't make a decision without asking them—Harry assured.
"Good decision, here," he said, handing him his card, "there's my number, first it will ring static but then the operator will direct you to my line, there she will ask you for a code, tell her "Omnis hostis truci metit" with this you will communicate with me from this moment.
—Until then, Klaus—Harry said, shaking his hand.
—I'm saying the same thing, Bonnie and Clyde— he said goodbye laconically—ah and take care, there's politics now in that world, everyone will look for a clear weakness.
Harry and Daphne nodded.
Shortly after they retired to the cabin they cooked a meat and vegetable stew while the radio played in the background where Argentine music was heard from folk musicians like Horacio Guarany or Mercedes Sosa to Argentine Rock with bands like Soda Stereo, Los Abuelos De La Nada and artists like Luis Alberto Spinneta.
After having dinner, still at the table after talking about things without much apparent importance until the topic that worried them both came up.
—So what do you think? —Harry asked.
—I read his mind—Daphne stated, surprising Harry—love, I still have my secrets and last year I needed a project apart from becoming an Animagus to stay sane so I learned Legilimency to protect us."
—That's my girl—he said affectionately taking Daphne's hand—is everything she said true?
—Unfortunately, yes, it's true, it's something twistedly logical if you think about it, the last war was brutal for wizards and muggles, Death Eaters didn't know if they could torture, rape or kill him, they would do it without remorse— Daphne replied grimly.
—Those bastards killed my grandparents on a bloody bridge in Manchester—Harry muttered with rage in his barely concealed voice—what they did in that little town west of Bristol, that shit no muggle authority could let go like that.
—We could use your resources, I mean, I have no problem but I don't want to be there every time we catch a Death Eater torturing them to get the location of a safe house— Daphne said.
—I know but I don't like someone telling me what to do and what not to do, I hate it when they try to control me, I've had enough with Dumbledore wanting to side with him—Harry admitted in frustration.
—I understand Harr, but what choice do we have Dumbledore is an idiot hippie who will never do what is needed no matter how many of his people die for his supposed "greater good", even though Amelia is head of the DMLE you know as well as I hope he won't last long in office because when that bastard reveals himself he'll try to kill her and as a result he'll kill Sirius, you know as well as I do that he'd rather die than leave her alone after all the years she was in Azkaban— Daphne refuted harshly. and sincerity in his voice.
Harry knew that she was right the ministry was going to fall no matter what he tried being so corrupted by the influence of the dark faction and consequently the death eaters doing practically everything it does now funding the aurors and hit wizard an attempt to save a sinking ship.
Just like the possibility of losing Sirius was something that turned his stomach and made him feel sick but it was too real a possibility to ignore just because he was stubborn and stubborn.
—That's depressing but I can't deny the reality, I just want us to do it our way—Harry stated.
—It will be like that, but first we have to let ourselves be helped by Klaus and his people, the resources that he will provide us are better than what we had previously considered— Daphne said.
—Then the IRA plan is out of the question—Harry replied with a smirk.
—Oh, don't even say it, it's a terrible idea to trust religious idiots who keep their country divided, it's the stupidest idea I've heard in my entire life—Daphne replied, somewhat irritated when mentioning the name of the infamous Irish paramilitary group.
—You're right and good point my love—Harry agreed.
—And when not my wolf—Daphne strutted.
—As you wish—Harry denied, amused.
After that and after a more than invigorating session of passionate sex, each fell victim to exhaustion.
SOME DAYS AFTER
Daphne considered herself a person who knew how to regulate her emotions well in public, that made her proud, but right now her nerves were on edge despite the fact that on her face was the mask of the ice queen that she had worn at Hogwarts for a long time. .
The simple reason, Lucius Malfoy was coming to her home today that she disliked to an almost inhuman degree.
She hated the entire Malfoy clan from the son to the father, for her none had a redeemable trait, she hated them greatly since since she was little she felt their claws around her, only being the fact that her parents have a will that not even all gold of the world could destroy that could be kept out of albinos.
For which she was as alert as she could be, she knew that her husband would be negotiating with the older Malfoy behind closed doors, which made her even more nervous, she stood in front of the window, looked at the grounds of her now home, closed her eyes, took a bit of air while internally he ordered his occlumency shields so as not to lose his composure in all of this.
It took a few seconds but he finally managed to order his occlumency shields perfectly. He took out his wand and drew around him the intrinsic shape similar to a badly drawn and very deviated rhombus that revealed the shape of the mansion, being the three floors of the mansion with their respective rooms in each one, he saw that on the second floor in the library was Hermione along with Tracey and Theo, on the third in the recreation room were the twins, Cedric, Ginny and Luna, while on the first In the training room were Neville, Theo along with their sister Astoria and their friends Ernie and Dennis, surely training the latter to defend themselves.
That made her feel a pang of sadness and anger, her little sister should be having fun with her friends and not training ways to cheat death.
She hated the whole situation, but she knew that she shouldn't be sorry or angry since the cards were already dealt so now she only had to play with the deck she has on hand and beg for the winning numbers.
The fireplace that was near her began to light erratically so he pointed his wand at her to allow access from the other side.
The fireplace lit a green fire before revealing the form of Lucius Malfoy dressed in his usual black formal robes along with a snake brooch to remind himself that he belonged to the same house as her which Daphne found too smug and conceited, but He remembered that it was Malfoy so he couldn't expect less.
—Good afternoon, Lady Potter—Lucius greeted her, taking her right hand and kissing it on her knuckles.
She secretly squeezed her left hand tightly at that action.
—Lord Malfoy, I hope he is well, allow him to welcome you to Potter Manor—Daphne greeted with a smug fake smile.
—I thank you Lady Potter, it is good that the old and noble house of the Potters recovers its glory after the unfortunate circumstances of their deaths, Lord Charlus and Lady Dorea were dear friends of my lord father I still remember that the only time I saw crying to my father was before the death of his dear friends—Lucius commented.
She seriously doubted his word but she shouldn't go against him openly, that would be a mistake, she should play the role that the dirty old men of high dirt would expect from a girl like her.
The role of the idiot blonde.
—It's good to know that, I mean knowing that she can find an ally in you would greatly comfort you— she agreed, playing her deck.
—Nothing would please me more, Lady Potter—Lucius said.
The look full of perversion and lust that Lucius gave her made Daphne want to choke him right then and there but she restrained herself again since she remembered the surprise that Harry reserves for the Major Malfoy for which she smiled internally at what was coming.
They kept walking to Harry's office until they finally reached Bliss, she went a little ahead and opened it.
Inside was Harry dressed in a suit like any business person sitting in his chair finishing looking through some "BBC" papers which made him smile since his business was being a success since the branch was quickly in Diagon Alley that opened was generating profits as well since the designs sold there (mostly inspired by 70s Muggle fashion) were gaining ground among consumers mainly because people like Daphne or Tracey wore branded outfits in diagon alley through the streets of the alley, just as he asked his partner/friend Fleur Delacour and his equal partner Viktor Krum to model with the brand's designs which brought more attention in the media and among the people as well as Daphne's dress was made by BBC at which point many "High Filth" witches were beginning to desire clothing designed by the new "edgy" clothing brand in the magical Britain while Harry did the same, imposing the new standard among wizards of suits with a style of the 20s but with modern touches along with trench coats, for which the tunics were remaining in the past, being only used by the most traditionalists. wizards.
As well as selling them at relatively low prices which meant that all kinds of wizards and witches could access what they sold, as well as the quality was more than outstanding, all thanks to Mrs. Davies.
While in the muggle world it was also working, but to a lesser extent because clearly his designs were not as new as in the magical world, but that was just a small obstacle that he would overcome by spring of next year.
—Lord Malfoy, it's good to see you—Harry greeted, shaking Lucius's hand.
—I say the same, Lord Potter— returned the greeting.
—Daphne darling, you may leave, I have business to discuss with Lucius in private—Harry dismissed Daphne with a knowing smile.
—No problem love, Lord Malfoy it was a pleasure—Daphne said goodbye.
—The pleasure was mine, Lady Potter—Lucius said, directing the same gaze at Daphne again.
Harry had to fight the urge to draw his wand, sword or revolver to kill Lucius for daring to look at his Daphne like that.
Daphne withdrew, while Harry motioned for Lucius to sit down.
—If I may, I found his last performance at the Wizengamont quite surprising, now I see that part of the things Draco told me is biased because of his apparent rivalry— Malfoy began.
—Well, the relationship between your "son" and I is not friendly, so I understand your opinion about me, just like what happened a few years ago with Dobby, for which I should blame my paternal genes since he does remember my father. he was an accomplished prankster which is why I think he fell victim to that— Harry said.
To which he could see in the Malfoy's eyes a flash of irritation towards which he disguised with a roll of his eyes.
—In that case it was some schoolboy prank—Lucius replied.
—Definitely—Harry moved to the table where there were drinks—like it in a gulp?
—I wouldn't refuse a good brandy, Lord Potter— the Malfoy stated confidently.
Harry nodded and poured Malfoy a shot of brandy and a glass of water for himself, since after his "incident" with alcohol after Ron's funeral he decided to limit his alcohol consumption to specific occasions and he didn't need or want to become a an alcoholic for which he would limit his consumption.
When he had an idea that was too heavy and was tempted to drown his sorrow in that poison, he remembered a sentence.
"A man takes a drink, the drink takes a drink, and then the drink takes the man."
Then Harry held out the glass to Lucius who gladly took it.
—Nice brandy—Lucius chose but noticed that Harry poured himself a glass of water—I see he won't drink with me."
—I'm young and I like to drink when I need it, for business a man doesn't need to drink, he needs to have a clear mind, or am I wrong? —Harry explained, sitting up.
—Of course, Lord Malfoy— Lucius agreed.
—Speaking of business—Harry said, changing the subject—what would you like to talk about in that regard?
—Well Lord Potter, given the success of your new company "Blue Castle Company" I would like to make a partnership between us as you know my company Malfoy Enterprise is in charge of maintaining the production of the potions created by your late grandfather Lord Charlus which has given us benefited each other—Lucius assured.
The truth was that of 100% of the profits that they produced per year, a percentage of 25% was destined to Malfoy Enterprise for services as a supplier and distribution, that until the deaths in the Potter family.
After that, in escalation, Lucius began to occupy more percentages in profits, making it look like "extra interest", which began taking a figure of less than 5%, a figure that increased over the next almost 15 years until taking a percentage of 45% of profits. annual.
For which Harry was grateful that other mostly foreign companies were willing to take the place of the Malfoy Enterprise, just as net profits from the sale and brewing of potions were not affected by the theft.
—Yes, well, for multiple reasons I must reject this alliance just as I extend it to you—taking out a contract and handing it over to Malfoy—I'm going to make you a proposal that you can't refuse, please read it, I just need your signature and everything will end like that simple.
Lucius took the contract and began to inspect it as he read each paragraph his eyes threatened to pop out of his skull.
The contract drawn up by Matthias Greengrass, Harry's father-in-law, ensured the complete separation of "Malfoy Enterprise" and "Potter Company" leaving no negotiation or demand options by the Malfoy patriarch or his family, the interest collected during the last 15 years.
Along with a clause that returned all patents he traded that were created by the Potter family would be returned to that family in perpetuity.
This left him breathless. Lucius realized that he had underestimated the young Potter so much, without a doubt he made a move worthy of a Slytherin by letting him trust and then attack without warning.
He mentally repressed himself for that, his father always told him that his pride and his excessive ego were his worst quality and his weakness.
The old Malfoy was not wrong.
As a result of this Lord Malfoy's temper threatened to erupt in anger like a volcano, but he quickly realized who he was in the presence of and that it would not do him any good to erupt using his occlumency and he turned his stony face towards Harry.
—You are aware that with this you will leave your family without a livelihood, fathers without being able to bring bread to their tables and mothers without being able to buy shoes for their children— said Lucius.
Harry looked at him and realized that he was trying to appeal to the goodness in him, but Harry was no longer the idealistic boy he was in second year, he was no longer that boy that boy had died, now there was a man who had no mercy.
—I never had shoes— Harry said, looking at him intently.
—And you're going to deny that to other children, Lord Potter? —Lucius countered questioningly.
—And I became a bastard barefoot—Harry told him—the truth is that I am making this offer because I don't want a public “show” in the media as well as out of respect for the history of collaboration between our families.
—Respectful offer? You call this a "respectful offer" this is an insult where you benefit and I gain nothing— Lord Malfoy denied mockingly.
—Benefits eh, you talk about not benefiting but you took advantage of the fact that my family did not have a clear leadership to be able to rob me and my family.
This surprised Lucius, he was hoping that Harry didn't realize what he had done—since '81 until last year you've been raising the interest you charge my family, first it was 5% then it increased until last year where you stole 45% of the interest earnings which is not a good deal for me and my family, if I tell you again, sign the contract and this is over.
The Malfoy felt cornered, his hopes that he wouldn't find out about his scam had been dashed now he had to deal with the consequences, he had to come to an agreement then he remembered something.
—I offer you a counter offer—Lucius said, calling Harry's attention—I'll sign the contract if you give the title of Black Heir to my son Draco, it seems like a fair trade to me.
Lucius unknowingly showed his hand to the table showing how desperate he had no other card to play, it was something Harry had already anticipated.
—You know I received the account statements a month ago after leaving Hogwarts, a month, it's fascinating what a person with time and resources discovers in that time— Harry mentioned casually—I'm turning down his offer from now on.
—Because I would do? My son has more right than you since he is the son of a daughter of Black—answered Lucius beginning to despair.
—Because, Lord Malfoy, you said so, his son is the son of a Black, but he is not the son of Narcissa, he is the son of the psychotic sister—Before the words, Lucius' face dyed white.
The biggest secret of his, the biggest lack of him towards his family name, the enemy of his knew the biggest secret of him.
—How do you know? — he hissed angrily—talk— he turned to speak to Lucius, Harry didn't answer, he just stared at him which exhausted Lucius' patience.
I take out his wand from his cane —ANSWEREDLY BRAT OF SHIT !!!.
Harry just chuckled, he had already mastered it.
—You know, actually, I lied at first, I found out that you stole from my family at the beginning of June, it's incredible what a boy like me with money and power discovers after 2 months of investigation, you thought you were untouchable, huh— Harry replied calmly. standing—you know, when I found out I thought Draco had the same emotional level as you but it turns out he has the same emotional level as Bellatrix.
Lucius was looking tempted to kill him, but something blinded his right eye, he kept aiming at Harry when he noticed a red dot was following him to which Harry drank a glass of water.
In the forest surrounding Potter Manor, Oliver was pointing at Lucius with a military-grade sniper rifle, which added to the great aim he possesses, would only need one bullet to kill Lucius Malfoy.
—You're so predictable it was so easy to discern your movements you think because of your money and status you're a god you're untouchable but you're not anymore—Harry began—come on cast the curse you know it as well as your name but I warn you a rifle bullet as a sniper travels at 300 km per second and since there is no wind, well your brains will decorate my desk while I smoke a cigarette, I will tell you what will happen if you try to assassinate me the sniper outside shoots you will fall here later I will put your corpse in a possible locatable since the bullet pierces your inbred brain it will be easy to put a muggle weapon in your hand, then I will tell a tale of how you confessed to me what you have done, the world will know who the great Lucius Malfoy is.
Lucius weighed Harry's words, he really was at an impasse.
He knew that if he made a wrong move he would die and not only that Potter would reveal all his secrets his family name would be tarnished probably his son would be declared illegitimate and since he did not have his properties they would be sold to the highest bidder.
Since in the magical world it does not matter if a child has only the blood of the father, that child cannot negotiate to inherit the family properties or money since the law establishes that only children born in marriage have the right to possessions, money and inheritance of said family.
—So since I'm very benevolent after “Malfoy Enterprise” sinks without leadership I'll buy all his shares for 2 knuts—Harry threatened—so for the last time sign the damn contract or you'll end up in some ditch near Sheffield.
Without further ado, and defeated, Lucius signed the contract, internally promising to take revenge on Harry and his family.
—If that's all, get the hell out of my house—Harry snapped.
Lucius felt as if he were being held by a rope and violently pushed out of Potter Manor.
Falling in fits and starts, he felt somewhat sore. He looked around him, seeing that he was in the middle of a forest clearing, his head ached strongly.
He tried to remember what had happened but only remembered signing a contract and drinking a good brandy and then leaving but falling where he was.
With a movement of his wand, he cleaned all traces of dirt that he had on top of him and then without further ado returned to his home.
Meanwhile at Potter Manor, Daphne walked into the office with a smile on her face.
The entire plan they had drawn up with Harry had gone perfectly.
—From what I heard love, now I'm 45% richer—she said with a smile.
—You said it my love, now the marker of the first round is "Sons 1-Death Eaters 0" —she said before kissing her—later we talked to the team to talk about Klaus.
—Yes, I already announced the meeting—Daphne agreed—it's better to do it now since we're running out of time, but I think my beloved husband deserves a reward for his work.
Daphne reached down to Harry's legs and began to unbutton Harry's pants.
—Yes, I think my beloved wife won this reward— Harry said as he enjoyed the "attentions" of his wife.
He knew that he had won a battle but not the war, but that would be something he would deal with another time now he would only focus on enjoying the "attentions" of his wife.