Bab 12: Two Years - part 3
POV MC
It had been a few months since MagiTecCorp was announced and its opening was, as expected, a success. I couldn't see people's faces when my name was made public, nor when they found out that I was a majority shareholder in Soley Inc. and sole owner of MagiSports and MagiTecCorp. Although I didn't see his face, the dozens of letters that started arriving at my address were frightening.
One thing I needed to worry about were these owls that delivered letters. My WizPhone kind of allowed users some privacy as there was the option to block calls from specific people, but there weren't many ways to block owls. I honestly didn't like having an owl enter my property so freely... maybe using the fidelius spell instead of equivalent protections would be a good idea.
Now, everyone might think my mansion was already under fidelius, and they wouldn't be wrong to think so, but the Black mansion wasn't located above a ley line. There is no way to maintain this spell permanently and the solution was protections that mimic the fidelius while decreasing the energy requirement to keep the protections permanently active.
This meant that even in the situation the Potters were in before they were murdered, they would need to renew the spell several times to ensure their protection. Oddly enough, Hogwarts has 3 ley lines running directly underneath it, why didn't the Potter family hide there? By the way, why didn't all the families threatened by the war settle down at Hogwarts? Many pureblood families who did not support Moldyshorts could have been saved...
Looks like wiping out wizards was another old goat's agenda, hmm?
Well, now... I needed to deal with these letters... or ask someone to handle it.
"Memphis!"
"Yes, Lord Black."
"Put an end to these things." I pointed to the pile of letters. "You don't need to answer any, just throw it all away and ignore it."
"How to order."
That order was pretty uneducated. See, the thoroughbred etiquette says that, even unwillingly, a letter must always be answered, even if only to write a word in reply. It was one of the idiosyncrasies I despised. If I wanted to say *No* to someone I'd text it... Although the use of text messages is recent and thanks to my genius and lack of shame.
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3rd POV
The Malfoy mansion located in Wiltshire was in pandemonium. Lucia Malfoy had no access to Lord Black and could no longer use Narcissa, his wife, to do the same. The most pressing issue was the existence of a member of the Black family. There shouldn't be any other than Sirius and now...
He drank a heavy shot of firewhisky and yelled for his wife in the office.
"Did you call me, husband?"
His wife's soft voice woke him up. He liked Narcissa. She never challenged or retorted and always treated him with gentleness and affection. Besides being a Black, which in itself was something to consider. Of course, for a man like him, she was perfect, but that was it. An adornment. A beautiful and useless adornment.
If only he was still able to have heirs... But since the Dark Lord crippled him... all he could do was use his own father's seeds so the Malfoy family would have someone to inherit them in the future. .. at least he was careful enough not to let the woman know she was the mother of her half brothers, but the goal was achieved anyway.
"Have you found out anything about the Black child?"
"Aunt Walburga's portrait seemed to know about the boy, husband, I think she led Uncle Orion to take a woman who could carry the family lineage." Narcissa said not far from the truth. "The curious thing is that the portrait smiled when he heard about the child and we both know that the aunt didn't laugh. Never. She always had a stony and emotionless face on her face..."
"Irrelevant. Whether she laughed or not, how does that help?" The man growled. "A little shit just sprung up out of nowhere and steals an inheritance from our family..."
"Honey, it's not necessary to get so excited. The child has not yet developed and can be manipulated."
"Woman, have you read the newspapers? That boy owns the 3 most successful companies in the wizarding world today and he did it in less than 3 years!"
"Husband, no one said these were the boy's actions." Narcissa argued for the first time, but she needed to make her husband calm down... Not because she wanted to help him, but to help herself. She would be an idiot if she didn't take an opportunity when she saw one. "The child must have been guided…or received assistance from an adult, husband. It doesn't make sense for an 8-year-old to simply advertise companies in succession. Not to mention the expenses with materials and staff... no child would be able to organize this... I believe that a wizard who supports the former Dark Lord Grindelwald is responsible and that this same supporter gave to theboy the company's shares."
Lucius stopped suddenly thinking about what his wife had said. It made sense. The boy was too young to create, manage and finance these companies. Even if he had used the money from the Black and Lestrange coffers... It took more than just money. His product designs... The rune sequence used was simply impossible to disassemble or understand. Would a child be able to produce such a thing? Of course. Aside from golems, even Middle Eastern wizards didn't have such well-crafted golems. The use of alchemy in those infamous Yu Gi Oh! they were not easily accessed knowledge. Only big monsters like Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel could have the knowledge of magic for that.
Now, that was a problem that needed his attention. A new player in Britain's magic was not a situation he expected to face... But there were ways to deal with it.
However, something didn't stick.
"If that's the case why didn't the child nominate the wizard who supports him as the Wizengamot representative?" Lucius asked his wife much calmer.
"I'm not sure about that, husband…" She said. "Maybe he didn't want to give his guardian more work. Perhaps the man himself did not want to get involved in politics... there are already too many inconsistencies and we don't have much information other than what was declared in the newspapers."
With that in mind, Malfoy picked up the copy of the Daily Prophet newspaper.
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A new Dark Lord or magical guru.
He came to the knowledge of the one who writes you information that will break the mind of anyone reading carelessly.
Grindelwald's great-grandson, current Lord Black and Lestrange, son of Orion Black and Milliane Lestrange, is one of the richest wizards in our much-loved society. As many of you know, Gellert Grindelwald was and still is considered a Dark Lord more dangerous than you know who thanks to the fact that his horror has spread to countries around the world. Currently imprisoned in Nurmengard, Gellert spends his days paying for crimes committed during the war.
But what about young Mr Black? Full name Pietro Sollaris Black Lestrange Grindelwald. A 10-year-old, born Aug. 1, 1980, currently known as the owner of MagiSports and MagiTecCorp, both companies whose wares have sold more than anything ever since. He also owns 97% of shares in Soley Inc., a brand that sells products aimed at children.
It is estimated that the young Lord Black is the richest person (Not young, but people) in the wizarding world today. Even Eastern wizards, supported by their Muggle princes, cannot be used to compare with the boy.
Now the question is: this boy has so much power at such a young age and has never been seen in any social situation. We don't know where he lives and who created him, as far as we know, Grindelwald himself may have created him and that would be scary to think. In that case, shouldn't that child get more attention from the ministry? Should he not be adopted into a suitable family that could raise him as a good British citizen? Shouldn't it be contained before a new Dark Lord arises?
These worries don't let this writer sleep well at night. So much power in the hands of a boy cannot be healthy... let us wait for news from our minister about this situation.
Rita Skeeter
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Narcissa had already read the short article. He was purposely short for the boy to ignore. Her foolish husband wanted to instigate the minister to bind the child to him and that would be a problem. She didn't want her husband to have access to Lord Black, she didn't want the little one to be killed by the foolish man actually. Maybe send a letter? No. She has tried it before. It was never answered. He should be very polite, right? Why didn't he answer letters?
Well, I wish you the best, little cousin.
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POV MC
After reading that little article written by the infamous Rita Skeeter, I smiled. She was on someone's payroll, that was for sure. But irrelevant. British laws protect thoroughbred members more than anything else. The minister is just a cute puppet who couldn't and wouldn't do anything if it wasn't beneficial to him.
Still, Malfoys coffers can make him act rashly.
But again, I'm not an easy person to reach. In fact, my mind was already prepared for many similar situations and I already had many ways to cope with such situations.
For example, I had a certain adult cousin who could be used as a foster family on paper. No one would expect me to have contact with little Andromeda Tonks, a name basically hated in pureblood circles for her running away from the family to marry a muggleborn.
Laughable.
A pureblood Black associated with a woman who left her family... and then I thought that family was more important. But then again, who could blame her? A family that sells its own children shouldn't call itself that in the first place.
Which was why Mrs. Tonks was currently sitting at the outdoor tea table in the Garden of the Black Mansion reading the article that mentioned me.
"I still don't understand why you brought me here, young Lord...
"Call me Pietro, aunt." I quickly cut off his attempt to get away from the situation. She listened to her aunt with a gentle glow on her face, which didn't surprise me. She was always described as the kindest of the Blacks so it wasn't surprising anyway. "See, I called you here because I want to ask you a favor." I decided to start the serious conversation. "I don't have and I don't want to have contact with the dirty politics of the wizarding world today. I honestly don't think you should have shown me to this bunch of petty leeches who try their best to derail others' agendas while strengthening their own. I don't design anyone for my seats at Wizengamot but they've already decided by themselves to give these seats to little Malfoy..."
"I still do not understand..."
"Aunt, this article was written to manipulate people into coercing the minister in the intended direction of giving me a suitable home if you know what I mean." I replied.
"Do you think Lucius is behind this?" she asked. "No, you don't think so, but you know he's behind this. I wonder what kind of informants do you have?"
Now here it was... The Black cunning everyone had seemed to appreciate decades ago. If I'm not wrong my grandfather Arcturus was called the old fox in pureblood circles.
"Trade secret, aunt." I blinked my left eye in amusement. She smiled when she saw it.
"You want me to be your fake family or something, don't you?"
"It's always better to talk to smart people."
"But what do I get out of it?" she asked, as we knew she would.
"I will accept you and your family back to my Black family. I will even magically adore your husband to our family, if need be. Adopting adults is uncommon, but not impossible. Goblins can resolve this with just a drop of blood willingly given by any blood relative in the family. Whether you or your daughter, you can both perform such a ritual for Uncle Tonks without any side effects."
"You could not?"
"Unfortunately not. I have magically adopted the names given to the Lestrange and Grindelwald families and therefore I cannot adopt anyone if I do not want to give that person the same names." I explained. And I don't want to adopt anyone either... wouldn't these adopted people technically be my son? At least if it's you, the ritual can work like a wedding rather than an admission of paternity.
"I see."
"There are other advantages, of course. Your husband is a lawyer and a good one, as far as I know. Not to mention the fact that familiar magic and familiar accounts will be opened for you is your family. Nor will we mention the fact that your daughter will gain even more benefits considering her magic is so close to the purity so desired by the Black family. Curious that a half-breed has inherited bloodline abilities that dozens of thoroughbreds in dozens of years haven't achieved, isn't it?" I asked and this again brought a smile to the woman's face.
"Your companies draw a lot of attention..."
"You live here, with me, aunt. I like the idea of having family around. Besides, it's nice to have an adult figure in the house…" I retorted. "The security of the mansion cannot be challenged so please give me your answer."
Silence followed for a few minutes. She looked thoughtful and curious, at the same time she had some misgivings. Apparently being my grandfather's great-grandson was a more serious problem than I theorized. But well, if she didn't accept she would just need to find someone who would... Maybe release Narcissa from her marriage and force her to sign a contract? She wasn't a good innocent woman after all.
"If I accept... what treatment would you give me? Would you use my daughter to improve the family? Would you make me work for you?"
"You almost offended me."
"Almost?" asked the confused woman.
"If I didn't know your story I would have been offended, but since I do…" I explained. "See, I'm basically the richest person in the wizarding world. And this is not a rumor but a fact. If I started spending money vigorously starting today, it would take 100 years to be able to finish off the family coffer. Let's not even take into account the fact that I'm still making money as we speak. The MagiTecCorp phone company wasn't something I did just for fame, you see, but to make me the richest wizard there is." I spoke. "After hearing everything you said, what use would you be? I don't need political support because I don't care about politics. I don't need slave money, why again, who has more money than me? All I want is for you to help me outget some wolves and get comfortable here. Just it."
By then, the woman was crying. I wasn't quite sure what to do to comfort her, but she apparently did and grabbed me in a hug too tight to be considered safe. Well, she had very comfortable breasts, after all.
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