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Capítulo 125: Times To Come and The Limax Group

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Quinn arrived at the dark alley where he applied the illusion glamor upon himself and dropped the magic to return to his usual black hair and stone-grey eyes. John was gone, and Quinn was back, and with today being Quinn's last day in Denmark, John's appearance would never come back again. At least in Denmark, John would never step on the Danish soil, in case Gamel and his chaps think of revenge.

'Why did he have to make things difficult?' thought Quinn with a heavy sigh as he stepped out of the dark alley and joined the crowd of people back in the central region.

While Quinn didn't consider magic to be light or dark, he did consider people to be tending towards light and dark: ranging from lighter shades of grey to the deep, dark hues of murky grey. And the place like Mørke Gade was full of shady people who had different moral compasses than the average person.

Quinn understood the reason behind's intimidating-extortion strategy, which Gamel had tried to employ. He was clearly a foreigner who couldn't speak the language and was carrying a large amount of money on him. Quinn was sure that in Gamel's eyes, he was a fat cow that Gamel could milk a lot out of.

'Didn't think that I would be using the bone-breaking curse here in Denmark.'

The curse was a cousin to the deboning curse sometimes used while healing magic and surgeries to clear out a bone: used in cases where the bone had problems that couldn't be fixed in a short amount of time, like the bone being afflicted with a curse that took time to cure.

The bone-breaking curse used the magical-medical knowledge of bones and translated it into offensive magic. The skeletal system was the supporting frame of many creatures, and if one snapped that underlying supporting structure, they could cause take away a target's mobility, rendering them immobile.

Quinn initially had learned the spell in his sin curse days from the Room of Requirements under one of the "dark" spell books and had practiced it against animal bones to get better at it. But it was in his fourth year that Quinn was able to tap into the bone-breaking curse's true potential. After learning about the human body in healing magic, and was able to understand the spell on a deeper level. This allowed him to work with the bone more profoundly.

"I hope they use the bone-vanishing curse," humphed Quinn, shaking his head. He had intentionally suggested the bone-vanishing curse was because then the vanished bones would need to be regrown, and Skele-Gro would make sure they didn't sleep at night from the pain and excruciating discomfort.

"Even if someone uses the bone-mending charm, it would still cause more pain," shrugged Quinn. There were so many bone shrapnels inside Quinn's target's bodies that when they would be put back, they would scrape against the muscles and cause more pain.

Quinn had no guilt regarding the amount of damage he had caused. Gamel and the two men looked used to what they were doing and seemed pretty confident while confronting him, meaning that they had been successful at it. And that was all reason he needed to break their bones and leave them in pain. Plus, the injuries were reversible and won't leave any permanent harm. The losses they would suffer were their wands and the free book that Quinn had come away with.

'I can't feel guilt with something like that,' thought Quinn knowing what was to come. If he felt guilty at this level, later he won't be able to do his part in the future. There were terrible things in the future, and if Quinn wanted to get rid of them, he needed to fight the terrible with some terrible of his own. Something like breaking bones would seem minor to what was going to come in the future.

Quinn slid the thoughts to the back of his head and looked around the Danish market streets, thinking how it was his last day here and tomorrow morning he would be going back home.

"I should probably buy souvenirs, or they would hound me later," reminded Quinn. People like Eddie and Luna had outright demanded him to get them something when he wrote them letters about going to Denmark. If he didn't buy Lia something, she wouldn't bring him back books, and that wouldn't be good for him.

"I wonder what I should buy? Oh, right! I should buy them Legos. We are in Denmark. after all. Should I charm them somehow? Or should I give them the stock version? Oh goody~!"

But then Quinn stopped and looked around among the magical people of Denmark and wondered aloud.

"Now, where would I get Legos?"

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After roaming around some and luckily finding a store, Quinn bought a ton of Legos. He was sure that Luna would want a lot of them when she discovers what they were. So he made sure to buy an amount that shocked the shop owner.

"I wonder what she would make with them," smiled Quinn as he stood in front of the hotel door and cast disillusionment on himself before silently opening the door.

The door wasn't visible from the living room, so as long as Quinn was silent, no one would see him entering. And sound magic was something Quinn researched since his second year when Filius Flitwick had introduced it to him.

With silent and slow steps, Quinn walked into the living room area to find five new people sitting in his living room along with Aksel, who was looking at a map on the table in front of him.

Aksel raised his wand and pointed at the map for red spots to appear all over the map. "These are all the places where I took him. I stuck to the central and a whole lot of the muggle areas. I would've preferred not to go muggle, but he dragged me along."

"When did he leave?" asked a guy dressed in a suit and overcoat.

"I don't know," sighed Aksel while observing the map. "I found him missing around half an hour ago. But, I've no idea when he left the room."

Aksel's words brought a smile to Quinn's face. He could barely understand them speaking in Danish, but he did recognize some phrases, and to him, it sounded like an achievement because he had been gone for hours.

"... Leave? Are we sure that he left on his own discretion, or was he taken away?" asked another man, dressed in casual clothing. "Quinn West is from the West family, and they are filthy rich. So are we sure he wasn't abducted?"

"I was here the entire day," replied Aksel shaking his head. "He wasn't abducted. If he was, I would've known."

"Yeah, right," scoffed the guy in the suit. "If that's true, then you let a kid get away from you right under your nose."

Aksel withdrew his eyes from the map and looked up at his colleague with a heated gaze. "Are you sure you want to do this now? Because my principal is missing and I want to find him, and do it quick. So I will make it very quick: all it would take is one spell."

The guy in the suit and Aksel locked eyes for a few seconds before the suit guy broke eye contact and looked away. Aksel gave every other man in the room a stern gaze, asking if they wanted to say something else and the promise that he wasn't kidding.

"Good, then let's get a move along. As time passes, the search radius lengthens. We have to find Quinn and quick..." Aksel looked at the band of his colleagues and finished his sentence. "... because if we don't, we will be over. Everything we have built will go drain. Even if we start over, the Wests will ruin us."

All men looked at each other and solemnly nodded. The West family was the owner of their business. A lot of what they did depended on the West family, and if they lost the support, they would have to start again and build up from the ground. Plus, if they didn't find Quinn or if Quinn got hurt, their future would be in trouble as Quinn was the grandson of George West, and that man with his resources could ruin their lives.

Everyone got up, and that made Quinn decide that it was over for the day. And that he should probably reveal himself before they go out looking for. Though Quinn wouldn't lie if he said that, he didn't entertain the thought of letting them go out and sweat a little.

But in the end, Quinn decided to end before it ended up getting out of hand. So he dropped the disillusionment on himself and revealed himself to the group.

"Hello, everyone," greeted Quinn with a smile. "My name is Quinn, and it's a pleasure to meet you all."

The six men, including Aksel's first reaction, were to whip out their wands and point them at Quinn. Within two seconds, six wands were trained on Quinn as the six adults went into combat mode and were ready to cast at a moment's notice.

Quinn slowly raised his hands in the surrender posture with a smile on his face. "Calm down, calm down, no need to be so wand-happy. Let's relax and have some good fun."

He opened both his fists to show choco-balls between his index and middle fingers.

"Chocolate?" asked Quinn, wiggling his fingers that held the choco-balls.

Aksel dropped his hand down and stopped pointing his wand at Quinn. The others also put their wands down as Aksel spoke in a stern voice. "Where were you? Why did you leave? How long were you out?"

"Now, there is no need to take that tone," responded Quinn, giving Aksel a look. "I was out, exploring the city. I have to say it has quite a lot to offer. There is no need to get all huffy about that. Also, you should've told me about the flavored milk tavern? The choices they had were just Magnifique." He did a chef's kiss to show his delight.

"... But why did you go out on your own?! You should've asked me, and I would've taken you. It's my job to guide you and show you around," frowned Aksel.

"That's true, but you were restricting my moments, Mr. Thorn," said Quinn as he unwrapped one of the choco-balls and popped it into his mouth. "I wanted to see both magical and non-magical Aarhus, not just the magical parts. But you insisted that I restricted my movements. You even protested against the random and new restaurant plan. No offense, but I explore better alone."

Quinn was also sure that if he asked Aksel to take him to Mørke Gade. He would've got shut down before even saying the entire sentence. The area was just too shady for a teen like Quinn to wander around.

"But what if you had got lost," asked one of Aksel's colleagues in English. "This isn't your country, and you could've gotten lost with no one to ask for help from."

"Oh, please," scoffed Quinn in response. "I know how the hotel's lobby from memory. With its image and some apparition, I can return from anywhere a few kilometers without breaking a sweat, do ask Aksel. I can't get lost in public, and even if I do, I can teleport at will to return to the safe lobby.

Quinn walked past and settled on one of the single-seater sofas in the living room. "I can tell that you guys are Mr. Thorn's friends, and from the looks of it, you also work together with him. How about you guys sit down and we talk?"

None of the guys sat down as Aksel once again asked. "Why would you leave? Did you not know how much panic you caused? How did you even sneak out?"

"Mr. Thorn, why are you even surprised? Didn't your briefing stress on the part that I will try to sneak out?" replied Quinn. He took out a Durum shawarma wrapped in foil out of his pockets and spoke as he unwrapped it. "It was your fault that you put your guard down. Just because I acted politely, you assumed that the information you had turned null and void. Is this what they taught you when you were training to be an Auror?"

Aksel's eyes went wide open when he heard Quinn speak up. "I didn't tell you that. How did you know that?"

"I didn't," smiled Quinn and took a bite of the pita and the meat inside. He pointed at Aksel and chuckled. "I simply guessed, and just you confirmed it. So, thanks for that. I was genuinely curious if my guess was correct."

Quinn then looked at the other five men: except for the suit guy and Aksel, the rest of the gang had sat back down and were listening to Quinn speak. He observed every one of them and took in what they gave to him. Every one of them looked fit, and the way they had whipped out their wands the second they saw Quinn was indicative of a few things. When combined that with Aksel's confirmation, Quinn concluded.

"All of you are either Aurors or Hit Wizards," started Quinn. "To be precise, ex-Auror and ex-Hit Wizards. Given that you guys work for the family business means that you all left the ministry jobs."

Quinn looked at the detailed map on the table and recognized the detail in the map. "Hmm... let me front a guess. You guys are bodyguards or maybe wands for hire that work under the banner of the West family."

And looking at them, Quinn could see that his guess was correct.

"I didn't know that we worked in this business."

Quinn heard clapping and turned to see the man in casual clothes and flip-flops clapping his hands while smiling.

"Aren't you a smart one," grinned the man. "I am Niel. And yes, you're correct. We are bodyguards for hire. Got trained to be Aurors and Hit Wizards, did some time as Aurors and Hit Wizards, and then left the ministry to start this up."

Aksel, Neil, and Lucas: the guy in the suit, were three childhood friends. One pureblood, one half-blood, and the last a first-gen magical. All of them were poor or came from tough backgrounds. Two were orphans, while one of them had an abusive parent. So they banded together and formed a lifelong bond to stick together and be the family none of them had.

The three were bright students, and when they graduated, all of them applied for Auror and Hit Wizard apprenticeships, and with their grades and aptitude, passed the tests and got trained to become Aurors and Hit Wizards. The three, who didn't have much money in their lives, finally had a substantial income with the job.

"But you see. People can hire Auror and Hit Wizards for protection when they have a good reason to do so, or they have the money and influence to haul around Aurors are guards," spoke Neil with a smile as he crossed his legs; his flip-flop removed from his hanging foot. "We saw an opportunity to earn more money than we were already making, and thus, we left our jobs to start our protection service. We could be hired as bodyguards at a fee. And as it turned out, many rich folks are willing to fork out money for some protection."

Quinn nodded, well familiar with the private security industry, which was prevalent in the non-magical world. But in the magical world, it wasn't common, and thus, this here could be considered a new industry and job line.

"How does the West family business come into play?"

"The connections," answered Lucas, dressed meticulously in a suit. "Not a lot of people do what we do. Most of them were used to going to the ministry for such services, and the ministry would take care of it. But unlike the ministry, we didn't have that level of credibility. Sure we were trained but lacked the connections to get the business started."

Gathering cliental was always one of the hardest parts of starting a business. And this was also for the trio of private bodyguards.

"At that time, we met with Adam West," continued Lucas.

"Adam West," repeated Quinn at the mention of the name. Adam West was his father, who had died in an accident when Quinn was a one year infant. Quinn didn't know much about 'his' parents. He never asked, and none of his family members told him about them.

"Yes, he offered us the connections of the Wests and provided us with clients," nodded Lucas. "From then on, everything was uphill. We never ran out of clients as someone was always looking for guards and defenders. It has been fifteen years, and we have grown from the group of three to forty trained wands working in Scandinavia."

Quinn felt impressed and whistled at the growth. This was the first private security company he had seen, and from what Quinn knew, Britain didn't have something like this. There were retired Aurors who sometimes did something similar for money, but there wasn't anything organized like this, not even close.

"What do you guys call yourselves?"

Aksel, Neil, and Lucas exchanged before Aksel turned to Quinn and answered.

"Limax."

The Limax was a magical creature with a wide, hammer-shaped head, four arms, and a serpent-like lower body. It was capable of wielding multiple weapons at once, including axes, maces, and daggers.

Quinn smiled at the choice of the name and praised.

"Now, that's cool."

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A/N:

If the storyline permits, and if I am able to find time in the progression of events, I will bring up the plot hook of exploration of parent's death. Looking forward to if I will be able to create an out-of-Hogwarts plot with the death of Quinn's parents.

Just to be clear, it's not decided yet. It's just an plot idea.

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Quinn West - MC - Has a foodie side to him.

Aksel Thorn - Founder (Limax Group) - Bodyguard, ex-Auror.

Neil - Founder (Limax Group) - Bodyguard, ex-Hit Wizard.

Lucas - Founder (Limax Group) - Bodyguard, ex-Auror.

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Capítulo 126: Topic: The West Family

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Quinn stood in the hotel lobby of the hotel with his suitcase in his hands. He tapped his foot against the floor as he absentmindedly gazed around the hotel lobby to pass the time. The hall was silent because it was just before seven in the morning. The lobby would regain its activity when the breakfast time down in the hotel restaurant would start, and people would start their day.

He retrieved his trusty pocket watch from its pocket and checked on the time. There were only a few seconds till the minute-hand struck twelve, and the hour-hand arrived at seven on the watch dial. Quinn watched the second hand smoothly travel clockwise and arrive at number twelve, marking the time seven in the morning.

The clock's interface shifted as the dial background shifted from the indigo shade of the sixth hour to the gold of the seventh hour. A faint yet visible outline of the number six also changed to seven, and some other changes magically appeared on the watch front to signify the change of hours.

When the clock turned seven, Quinn looked up, and like clockwork, the man he was waiting for walked into the lobby and walked towards Quinn with a steady stride and semi-brisk pace. Aksel Thorn, his Danish bodyguard/guide who he had evaded many a time in his stay.

"Good morning, Mr. Thorn," greeted Quinn. "I hope my portkey is ready to be deployed?"

Aksel nodded and took out a small wooden cube with blunt edges which rested on his palm. Quinn picked up the dark wood cube from Aksel's palm and observed it. The wooden cube was larger than a cuboidal die, but it wasn't big enough to cover the entire palm. Quinn could comfortably close his first around the cube, and it would be completely enveloped.

"It will activate at five past seven. The portkey will trigger on its own; there is no activation phrase," answered Aksel.

Quinn nodded in response and wrapped his fist around the cube. As there was no activation phrase, Quinn needed to hold the cube because, at five past seven, the portkey would trigger and take him to the destination with no delay.

"It was a fun week, Mr. Thorn. Thank you for your services; you were an excellent guide," praised Quinn.

"... And yet you sneaked away without me," commented Aksel. The fact that a teen could sneak away from him under his nose was embarrassing for someone from his line of occupation and his position, and Aksel wasn't taking it lightly. His partners and subordinates were having fun at his expense. And from what he knew about his company, they weren't going to let it go anytime soon.

"Now, now, don't beat yourself up that much up. It happens to the best of people," chuckled Quinn. He could see that it bothered Aksel, so he tried to soothe the wound before returning home. "It was simply a little too motivated to go out on my own, so it's not your fault that you missed out on my escapes. I'm good at magic, after all."

Quinn took out a card from his pockets and handed it to Aksel. "This is my personal contact details. If you ever come to England, do contact me, and I will be your guide just as you were mine."

Aksel looked at the deep royal blue card. On the royal blue background was a monogram logo in the shape of QW, and beside the logo was Quinn's name full name, also written in gold. He turned the card to see a WMF-id printed on the back.

"That's my personal WMF-id. Not many people have that number, so please don't share it. I like this id I have and don't want to change it," pointed Quinn.

This card differed from his AID cards, which were for promotion and availability, as the cards changed when Quinn or Luna was inside the office for a consultation. This card held his very personal WMF-id, which not a lot of people were aware of. Other than his family, only Luna knew of his WMF-id because her father had purchased an office version MagiFax and put it in his home as Xenophilius Lovegood worked as a reporter/writer from his own.

Quinn hoped he could give a few others his contact details as the MagiFax personal home models were launched just before Quinn left for Denmark. Quinn was sure that as the year passed, his friends would have a MagiFax unit at their respective homes.

"Do you have a personal WMF-id?" asked Quinn.

Aksel shook his head in reply. "I don't have a personal machine, but our office has one." Saying that, Aksel took out a white business card with black text reading contact information of the Limax group, such as their WMF-ids, address, and Aksel's name in the top-left corner on the card.

Every West business subsidiary had made MagiFax a part of their office culture. And because the West business empire spanned across continents, the MagiFax had bridged the gaps in communication that existed before the invention of MagiFax. Quinn's invention had transformed the way communication was handled between and within different organizations.

Quinn pocketed the card, and as he did, the cube started to faintly glow. Within ten seconds, the portkey would trigger, and he would be whisked away.

"It seems time's up," noted Quinn and then said the last words to Aksel. "Once again, Mr. Thorn. It was a nice week. Thank you for keeping it time; let's meet someday. Maybe it will be you coming to England, or I return here to Denmark. Until then, it's a farewell."

Quinn made a small wave before the portkey glowed up, and he was gone.

But Quinn missed the look that came over Aksel's face when he left with the portkey.

"... Quinn West, huh. I wonder what they would say if I told them about him," muttered Aksel as he stared at the card in his hand.

Quinn's time in Denmark had come to an end.

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"We got a reply to the invitation."

The rest of the Potter family, who were sitting in the living room of the Potter home, looked up at their mother/wife. They saw the lady of the house waving a letter in her hand with a smile on her face.

"West family sent back a reply to our invitation," announced Lily.

James, Ivy, and Harry Potter all became attentive for different reasons. James Potter wanted to know if George West would be visiting because then he would need to prepare. And the twins wondered what reply their one year senior, the mysterious Ravenclaw Quinn West, had sent.

"Only one member, Quinn, would be coming for dinner," revealed Lily and passed the letter written in Quinn's handwriting down to her family. "The rest of the family, unfortunately, is busy or unavailable, and he would be visiting this Saturday."

James Potter read the reply twice before breathing a relieved sigh that George West wasn't visiting. Sitting with George West for an evening was something he wasn't prepared to do, not after what had transpired.

Ivy and Harry received the letter from their father and read the reply together. They both noticed the handwriting and recognized that it was Quinn who had written the letter. They had seen Quinn's writing, and even though the lettering on the reply was fancier, they could tell that it was Quinn who wrote it.

"Alright, everybody. Sit down," said James.

The twins glanced at each other, wondering what their father wanted to talk about. They communicated with their eyes if they knew what this was about. But none of the two had any idea what this was about. Lily also sat down beside her children to listen to what her husband wanted to say.

"Ivy, Harry, what can you tell me about Quinn West," asked James. "I've only talked to him for a few minutes, so I don't know how he is? Can you tell me about him? I know you aren't in the same year, but words travel; how is he seen in the school?"

Ivy and Harry exchanged glances once more, again initiating a round of twin-eye-talk discussing what to reveal and hide. In the end, they decided to tell what they thought about Quinn without revealing their interactions with him.

"Well, he is smart: scores at the top of his class. Runs a... club? Yeah, let's go with a club. He runs a club to help out students," started Ivy to sum up how others who didn't have much interaction with Quinn saw the Ravenclaw.

"He is pretty popular," continued Harry. "I think almost everyone likes him. No matter what the house or year, he's friendly with everyone. I think even professors like him, especially professor Flitwick. He likes him a lot."

"That's true," nodded Lily in agreement. "Except for the fact that he's known for breaking curfew, Quinn West is the perfect student."

"What about his personality?"

"A diligent and hard-working child," answered Lily with an earnest smile. From the times she had interacted with Quinn, she had a great impression of Quinn and genuinely thought that he was a charming child. "He's also so kind. Not only he helped me out with the Monopoly game, but his notes are also always on discount. I think he made it so everyone could buy his notes."

Ivy's brows twitched when she heard her mother's impression of Quinn. On the outside, Quinn did seem like Lily's description. But then she thought about her first few interactions with Quinn.

"Likes to act all mysterious," shared Ivy. When they were looking for the Philosopher's Stone, Quinn had acted all cryptic and had shut the door in their face after giving them a sudden warning.

Harry thought about his experience with Quinn, and him going to Quinn was the only time he could draw upon him.

"A know-it-all, but not in an annoying way. It's more like a guy who has answers to your every question," spoke Harry, nodding as he felt satisfied with his answer.

"Control freak," added Ivy, reaching deep into her bag of adjectives for Quinn.

"You don't want to play tag with the guy," said Harry, looking very serious. "One of the Hufflepuffs said that it took five guys ten minutes to chase him down and trap him into being tagged."

Ivy gave Harry a look like she was looking at an idiot.

"He's very good with magic," continued Ivy, commenting about Quinn's magical ability. From the time he trapped her into a wall to the time he conjured an elephant-sized Patronus towards a horde of hundred Dementors, Ivy had plenty of experience with Quinn's magical abilities.

"I can beat him," commented Harry with his arms crossed, the pride of the Auror's son coming out.

"He went sixty-nine to zero in the dueling club. Most of his opponents were older students," reasoned Ivy, eying her brother and then humphed. "You lost to me two out of four times and once to Hermione."

Harry grumbled but didn't try to debate with Ivy because what she said had indeed been correct.

Quinn's accomplishment in Lockhart's (Flitwick) dueling club was legendary. Not once was Quinn hit with a spell in his entire sixty-nine fights, and more often than not, he defeated his opponent with a single, swift spell. And just when students thought Quinn would cross into the higher double digits, he stopped at sixty-nine duels and didn't step on to the dueling stage anymore.

When asked why he stopped, Quinn would grin while saying the words to everyone: "Sixty-nine, nice." And didn't explain what it meant.

"... So, he is a reasonable person, right?" asked James. While Quinn had been a massive help to them, James didn't have a hang of Quinn's personality in that short period.

Ivy opened her mouth but then closed it without speaking. Quinn was a reasonable person, but he had called himself a hypocrite of a high order. And from what Ivy saw, Quinn was a tad bit prideful, had hidden greed, plagued with paranoia that supported his controlative nature, and finally was a manipulative person who seemed to be always operating in the background.

Ivy had been cautious of Quinn ever since she met him, and that cautiousness had increased as time had passed. After Ivy deduced that Quinn was her and Harry's savior in the Chamber of Secrets and heard about the recent event of him saving Harry from terrorist abductors, her wariness had almost vanished.

She still felt a little wary of Quinn because her debt was still unpaid, but there was a deep sense of gratitude and thankfulness towards Quinn.

"What are you talking about? Of course, he is a reasonable person," said Lily. The muggle studies professor from the very first conversation with Quinn had nothing but praises for him. "Why are you asking these questions?"

James thought about his reasons for worries. If this was any other kid, he wouldn't have been worried, but Quinn West wasn't any other kid.

"It's nothing," sighed James and semi-explained. "I was just worried about the West family, that's all."

"What do you mean worried about the West family?" asked Ivy, and the same question floated up in Harry's mind while Lily somewhat understood what James was talking about.

"West family is an influential family here in Britain," started James to explain the significance of the West family. "They have their hands in almost every major sector here in Britain and many minor profitable businesses. From agriculture, mining, forestry, fishing, potions, textile, metalworking to transport, hospitality, consulting, legal practice, healthcare, tourism, they do it all. And every single business they open gets support from their resources, so more often than not, their business quickly grows and becomes one of the top contenders for major market share."

James looked up noticed that while his family understood what he said, they weren't where he was coming from. So he simplified it for them so they would realize what he actually meant.

"They are rich," he said, and that was understood by the three, but then he gave them a comparison of wealth to get his point across. "To compare if we combine the wealth of say... Malfoys and Greengrasses, even that amount would lose out to West family's wealth in Britain. If we were to add on the Black family's wealth when they were at their peak, then that amount would beat West family's wealth in Britain."

"So, they are filthy rich," summarized Harry in concise words.

"Yes, son. They are filthy rich."

Lily furrowed her brows because even though she understood what James was saying, but one thing from James's words bugged her.

"Why do you keep saying West family's wealth in Britain?"

James turned to his wife and nodded as if he was expecting this question. "That's the real reason that sets West family apart from any other wealthy families. The West family business isn't concentrated in Britain; it goes way beyond that."

He paused before telling them what he had heard from his father and found from his job. "... West family's business spans across continents and has such reach that the amount of money and influence they have is more than any family in Britain and probably more than any group or organization that exists in the wizarding society. That makes Malfoy's wealth look like they are a bunch of poor chaps."

"Then why aren't they more famous?" asked Ivy because before she met, Ivy didn't have any idea about the West family.

"There are a few reasons for that," answered James. "First, they aren't involved in politics, so they aren't in the center of attention. If they want to get something done, they do it behind the doors, away from people's eyes."

"Second, the newspapers don't report on them because none of the family members appear in public," continued James and then revealed the size of the West family. "The West family only has three people; George West and his two grandchildren, Quinn and Lia West."

"People don't see George West any other place other than official events; he doesn't speak to newspapers, so most people don't know about it. Lia West, whom I researched, has been working outside of the country. She was only featured a couple of times since she entered the business, but that's because she spends a lot of time out of the country. She does get plenty of media attention, but because she moves a lot, no one country gets too much of news about Lia West."

"Lastly, there is Quinn West, who is still in Hogwarts. He spends most of his time in the castle, outside of the eyes of the media," spoke James before picking up on one of the tangents. "George West went to Hogwarts, and then after him, Quinn went to Hogwarts, but between those two, none of the other members went to Hogwarts. Lia West studied in France. Quinn's father also studied in France, and his mother studied in Italy. Lastly, George West's wife also came from France."

All three Potter audience noticed that James mentioned Quinn's parents. But previously, he had said there were only three West members in the family. Which meant that they were no longer alive. Ivy recalled how Lia was the one who came to pick up Quinn from the King's Cross Station. She hadn't given it a thought, but now she realized that Quinn's parents didn't come because they weren't alive.

"So the West family hasn't personally been active in Britain for some time, and that's the reason why most people don't know about them," spoke James, taking a sip of water from the glass of water on the table to quench his parched his throat.

No one cared about rich people if they weren't involved in some sort of scandal, and the members of the West family remained out of trouble.

"The members of Wizengamot know about them, most of the ministry bigwigs know about them, but from below that level, not a lot of people know about them. For some reason, their businesses aren't named after their family name, so the family isn't a household name," explained James, and he was done explaining to his family why the West family was such a big deal.

"The same day Harry was kidnapped, George West walked into the ministry and made his way straight to the minister's office," retold James the tale that he had heard from his peers in the Auror's office. "From what I heard, he walked to the minister's office and had his secretary announce that he was here to meet the minister. In under a minute, Fudge came running out with panic on his face. Fudge walked George West into his office, and when he left, Fudge issued an internal memo that essentially was a gag order to not let Quinn's name come in any of the forthcoming proceedings."

Such was the power of the West family. George West could walk into the ministry, and his wants would be entertained by the Minister of Magic himself.

"Voldemort had tried to recruit George West to his inner circle, no question asked, but he refused and fled the country, taking his family with him. They returned only after the war," brought up James. "This was the power of West family. Voldemort wanted West's financial support so much that Dumbledore had to go beg George just to make sure that he didn't support Voldemort. Forget about getting the West's supports for our side. If George West had decided to support any one side, the war could've gone very differently."

"So, I was just wondering if he is a type of person who gets offended easily because then I would step around him carefully," finished James. He didn't want to invite trouble just because he said something that offended Quinn, and that went to George West because that would be a huge trouble for him.

Ivy and Harry thought about Quinn and then compared him to Draco but didn't see many parallels between them. Draco liked to brag about his family, money, and the new things his dad had brought him. But Quinn didn't do anything of that; students didn't even know or thought that he was rich even though they paid him for multitudes of things.

Ivy thought back to the day she asked Quinn for the information about Nicholas Flamel, and that day he had asked her to pay upfront before she could even pick up the envelope that the information came in. She had to borrow money from Hermione to pay for that information.

'Ah... now with hindsight, Quinn did say that he would've mail-ordered the ingredients instead of picking them from Snape's inventory,' thought Ivy, picking up on things that showed he was from a wealthy family.

That day the Potters continued to talk about Quinn and the West family just because Quinn was coming to their home later that week.

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Quinn West - MC - I know

Aksel Thorn - Founder (Limax Group) - How is he connected?

James Potter - Soar throat - I haven't spoken so much in a while.

Ivy Potter - Some hindsight - Opinions in transition.

Harry Potter - Boy-Who-Lived - "... What? Tag is important."

Lily Potter - Professor - Has a really good impression of Quinn.

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