Chapter 12: stories of morons and ultimate bribe
The debt called for, he turns to Teethsnatcher.
"As past account manager from House Black, I would like to retain your service to further the rise of House Evans."
The goblin face was nearly inexpressive, be he could see in his gaze, the flicker of elation. By merging the House Black, Potter, Rosier, and the claim on Lestrange and Malfoy vaults, he had become one the first client of Gringotts, becoming his account manager based on past service will do good for his clan, and his social status among the nation.
Giving a slight nod, he takes the ledger that had magically appeared.
"While a large amount of debts is still to be called for, the Evans vault is now made of:
-Your previous trust vault.
-The 3 Potter vaults.
-The 5 Black vaults.
-The 2 Rosier vaults.
-The content of the Lestrange and Malfoy had been merged with the Black ones.
As for the other affairs of the House, you still have three Houses to revive. As the Black have forfeit their Family magic and existence to you, the House is dead, all previously blood-related ties had been severed from the other House so that no one would be able to claim any ties to HOuse Evans. You were the last of House Potter, and Evan Rosier was the last Heir of the Rosier house before dying.
As you had already chosen the Young witch Nymphadora Evans to became Lady Evans, Lady Potter and Rosier are still to be named if no further House are added."
"From what you have to say, House Evans is without a Galleon to his name, correct?" The goblin nod back. "In that case, transfer the content of the Lestrange and Malfoy to a new vault for the House Evans, all contract I had personally signed with anyone is to be made in the name of House Evans."
When he sees the light grin on the goblin face, he couldn't help but know that something happens due to his words, but he wasn't sure if it was a good thing for him or not.
"As newly created House, the ministry had a day to summon and ties your House to its rule, otherwise, it will be declared as an autonomous power, out of the jurisdiction of Britain and ICW."
"How came?" The goblin grin became wider
"Pureblood law. to counter the muggle-born to old any power into their institution, they have passed laws to see that not newly House would be part of the Britain government. As they were usually without great financial backing, they would be unable to create them and maintain it past their generation, but for House Evans..."
"... We had shares into the Britain community, I'm the richest wizard in the isle and they won't be able to act against me until willing to commit an international outrage..." Whisper Orion, seeing the bloodthirsty grin of the goblin and the face of the others three, it wasn't low enough for them to not hears him.
"Quite so. If by tomorrow, 10 A.M, they didn't summon you, you will come in the full power of your House, holding debts from several British House and control at least a tenth of Britain stores. Among them, apothecaries across the Alley, two-third of Flourish and Bott and several lesser shops, and the majority of the Daily Prophet. All propriety of the Evans, Black, Rosier and Potter, will become free land under, and under the laws of the ICW, you could settle and keep war level wards all day long without the ministry having any say in it. The British laws won't have authorities in them and any trespasser could be deal with as you wish, no matters their status in Britain."
In other words, the stupidity of the old Pureblood lord had just given him free rein into their country without them able to do anything about it once the day had passed, more than anything else, Dumbledore would be powerless.
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Grinning like a loon, his attention was rapidly brought back to the goblin after five minutes.
"I just finish to draws the last contract, if you will."
He was given the previous contract he had signed the last time for the selling of his potions formulas and royalties on them. Reading through them, he signs each of them as Orion James Evans. At the last contract signed, the goblin retrieves a golden key, that just appears in a crystal box on his desk.
"Here are your key, Lord Evans. It will be able to open both vaults, your trust one and the family one. Is there anything else you wish to go through?"
"Yes, I want Regent Evans to be given free authority on the past Black vaults, I trust him to take care of them and made them flourish. Lady Andromeda Evans is to take care of the Rosier vaults until I claim them all. A trust vault of 25,000G is to be created for each of the three of them, taken from the Evans vault and refounded each year."
Five flashes later, two gold and three copper keys appear in the same crystal box, before being given to them, gold and copper to Arctacus and Andromeda and a copper to Nymphadora.
While they would have complained they know better than argue with the young boy, it didn't mean that they would use them.
"Anything else?"
"No, it starts to be late, Nymmy and I had a train to catch in less than an hour."
"Very well, if nothing is done from the Ministry is done by tomorrow, we will have another meeting Saturday 6, at 9A.M"
"Very well, farewell account manager Teethsnatcher."
The goblin nod and they exit the bank.
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Returning to the house, Arctacus immediately call for all of the Black's house-elves while the two children go upstairs to bring the finishing touch of their trunk, see if anything was missing before the go to the station.
At the apparition of the four house-elf, his face hardens. Out of them all, he knows that one of them was the one that had to keep poisoning him. From them, Dully was his elf and was sworn, unable to bring any harm to him, leaving the three other.
Kreacher was the past elf of Walburga and the most suspicious, Fropy was the one keeping the other Black propriety in shape and don't have the time to do anything else. Cookie was the second elf living near him, another possible suspect.
"I just came back from Gringotts, from now on, the Black responds to the Evans house and none others. I want you to swear to serve the House Evans with your life.
As he was thinking, Dully immediately do so, seeing his old master healed, he had somewhat understood that it was due to the intervention of that House Evans. If they had saved it master life, he would gladly serve such a prestigious house.
Fropy was the second to swear, knowing that she was entering at the service of a larger family, she would receive a boost for her magic and be able to better take care of the proprieties.
Cookie, on the other hand, refuse to swear, thinking that House Black had betrayed it word in becoming another one vassal. Going again his pledge when entering the family, the family magic claims his life for his act of rebellion.
Kreacher fate was even worse. When he starts to roll on the ground, bright lines forming on his arm, Arctacus know that he was the culprit and had sworn an unbreakable vow to end the past Black Lord.
Being the foul minded creature that he was, he knows who had extracted the vow. Being as bigoted as his past owner, he would have been loyal to only House Black. With him as a target, Sirius disavowed and Bellatrix in jail, it only leaves Narcissa.
Once again House Malfoy had plotted again House Black, this stigma now transmitted to House Evans, creating the first black mark against them. If the day was to pass and Orion gaining total freedom, two other strikes against them would be enough to wipe out House Malfoy.
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As they exit the Floo on the station, Arctacus take Orion to the side for a short, private talk.
"I have discovered who was poisoning me. It was a house-elf from my past House. The act itself ordered by at least Narcissa Black, at most, the Malfoy Household. Being only a magical House, plotting the demise of a most ancient on Noble House is a crime worth the veil for it's Lord.
Now, House Malfoy had already had a black mark. If you are to become a free Lord, two other more and you can claim the eradication of House Malfoy of Britain, magic will judge your claim, should you be found correct, the entire House will be wiped out without fallout for you.
Be careful of the Malfoy Heir, and don't start any feud on your own, but be free to strike back any he start.
As heir, he represents his House. If he still the little shit I had the displeasure to encounter, it won't be long until giving you enough reason to kill them all."
Orion nod, thankful at the advice of the older man. While he had soaked the knowledge of the wizard laws and customs, he was far from being ready. Having Arctacus as counsel was a gold mine he wasn't going to discard anytime soon.
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With half an hour still left before the depart, Orion made his way in the train, after an emotional separation from the matron of the house he had past the two last year under. He had come to see the woman as a healer, a friend, a kind until taking the role of a surrogate mother for him.
Even after loving countless lives, you never receive too much of love from your cared people. Arctacus had come to be the strict but wise and caring grandfather figure. A friend and a powerful ally in the last months.
Nymmy, HIS Nymmy... He just doesn't have a word. She was his bundle of joy, his warm haven, a friend, a lover and the closest person to him. The bond they shared from the past two years had grown to the point that it was only due to his young age that they hadn't gone any further than sleeping together.
Thankfully the bond was also somewhat sentient, suppressing any pulsion they weren't ready, mentally and physically, to indulge in.
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Looking around I soon found an empty compartment, Nymmy had gone by her own, wanting to reunite with the few of the friend she still has, true ones. With our trunk, we would pass out the night together, even if in different House, so I had let her have he moment with her friend, I would have her entirely for me all nights long.
Sitting inside, I open my trunk once on the seat beside me and climb down. Entering the small common room with Nymmy trunk', my bedroom, office, library, lab and the two other rooms, I rapidly select a few books taken from the Black library in Grimmauld place that Arctacus had given me before we depart. All of them about blood magic, a heavily banned practice by the actual ministry.
Climbing back my books, I found a ginger head boy on the ground nursing his burned hand. The only way to have one was trying to forcefully enter the trunk after two shocks. Without any sympathy for the would-be thief. I throw him out of the compartment with a flick of my wrist, shutting the door after him.
Putting the other on the side, I crack open the first book, while munching on an enormous cookie.
If there is one thing that had followed me anywhere was my addiction to cookie. I had created this delicacy in my first life, accidentally when I tried to copy the neighbour and bake bread. Until this day I still don't know how I jump from bread to cookie but I'm glad I have.
My recipe, walnut, pecan, a large helping of after tasted mint flavoured' chocolate chips and a chocolate fondant in the middle. How I was able to incorporate chocolate fondant in? As if would tell.
Some add found it strange when the mint flavour was added but it works for me so...
One of the best things to be in this wizarding world was the magical sugar-free plants. I could indulge all day long in my cookie and don't upset my stomach other by overstuffing it with them.
Nymmy had loved them too, so here I am, a self-filling magical glass jar on my side. I have long since enchanted cookware to constantly bake them, giving me an unlimited amount of those 15 centimetres wide, 2 centimetres thick, square piece of heaven.
My peaceful time was soon interrupted when the previous ginger head returns with another one, sporting gold and red trim on his robes, a shining badge with a capital P on and glass. Even before he opened his mouth I came to few conclusion.
-It the elder brother.
-He is either a clean freak or a pompous arse thinking being above the other for being made a prefect.
-He is a Gryffindor and surely from a Dumbledore' family follower.
-His brother was a whiny brat and a thief.
"You! I hear that you had attacked a student! The moment you are sorted 30 points will be taken from your House and a week of detention, we don't accept bully in Hogwarts!"
His piece done, I could see the joy of applying his authority on another, the boy was already drunk by power, pitful.
"Fuck off arse licker, I don't take order for power-drunk abuser and thief brother."
I follow by throwing them a stunner each when I see them take their wand out. While it would be taught before few years, Nymmy had judged prudent to teach it to me, On I must tell she was right, I will give her a cookie later for that.
Taking both of their wands. I drag them out of the compartment, just in time to fall nose to nose with a blond ferret and two bookends.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking out the trash, can I do something for you?"
"Did you see Harry Potter somewhere? Everyone said he was here."
"No, sorry, wait a second."
I return inside the compartment, take out three cookies from the jar, and exit it once again, giving them one each.
"Here, I hear the trolly won't be coming soon, if you are going to roam the train searching from him, you will move a lot around, it should last you until then, or help a little."
He seems rather surprised by the offer but takes it neither less, giving a tentative bite. I could see their eyes widen, before bitting happily in them. I could barely restrain my smirk, three other converted, I will soon dominate the wizarding world' sweet market.
Before I could burst into my third rate villain cackling, the boy tends his hand to me.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Behind its Crabe and Goyle."
"Orion Evans."
I sincerely shake is hand.
"Evans? I never hear of that House."
"Native from the highland, I'm not sure it recognized into the British Lord rolls but we have only produce pure blood."
The light sneers coming on his lips immediately vanish at this. I'm sure he didn't catch the light nuance, but as long as he didn't initiate a feud, he was good in my book. After a few more cookies, I'm sure I will be able to shape him to my will.
He gives me a nod after wrapping my cookie in a handkerchief for later, while the two other were happily munching theirs.
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