LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 20: The-Emerald-Link (PT-02).
Continuation of the previous chapter due to the word limit in the posting.
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{ 01/01/1992 - 08:00 }
It was the morning of a new year, and on this Wednesday there were no classes. Many were still sleeping, others were still celebrating, some were out for a walk, and the rest were returning to the dormitories with an incredible hangover. Harry was currently standing by his bed, staring at the beautiful and slender body of his true first lady, which could be considered consensual sex in his life, given events he didn't like to remember regarding what he suffered from that woman at seven years old.
Harry was thoughtful, noticing something different happening within himself, especially after finishing his night with Rita.
Something had happened to his body, and he needed answers about it, although he had a shrewd suspicion, he still needed concrete proof of such events.
Dressing in black jeans, a navy blue t-shirt, and his overcoat that he received as a gift from Molly Weasley, Potter finally descended to the common room. Along the way, he noticed certain looks from fourth-year girls, not understanding the reason, but something must have happened beyond his knowledge.
It was a back-and-forth session; he grabbed a tray with a complete breakfast and took it to his dormitory, wrote a note for his bed companion, and finally went out for a walk around the castle.
He didn't want to leave her waking up alone, but he needed to think about some things, whether it was about his behavior last night, the connection he felt with Skeeter after she hinted at wanting to write something wrong about him in the newspaper, and even the fact that her eyes glowed with a greenish shine very similar to his while an uncontrollable feeling of dominating her took over him.
There was also the fact that Gringotts Bank was still sending him assistance in political sectors and that his name was being used without consent. His accounts were alerted to a recent withdrawal attempt, but due to his last encounter at the bank, only his specific card had such a right, with a notification to others that the account was frozen until the owner's majority.
Harry could see that his magical guardian, or rather, Albus Dumbledore, had tried something with his account, perhaps something he had been used to for years, but not now, not since he took control of everything involving the bank.
Gringotts was on his side, and Harry had plans, both to keep his account "frozen" and to move efforts against the authors who used his name to create false, illusory, and lying stories. Some were even interesting for really involving an original topic, but this Lockhart guy really irritated him.
Such an author who literally portrayed a five-year-old Harry Potter killing a dragon and mythological creatures, involving himself as Harry's mentor, gaining glory and fame under his name.
He indeed had certain problems to resolve, but he wasn't too worried, of course, since Not, his general account manager, aimed to hire a specialized lawyer who could assist him with what could be done and what would be a lost cause.
Given this situation, Harry was promptly stopped from continuing his run around the Black Lake, only for an owl to summon him directly to Dumbledore's office.
The note didn't have much information about where the headmaster's office was, just a disjointed phrase that he didn't understand why it was there, and in the process, an overwhelming urge to guide his way to the castle.
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Standing in front of a stone gargoyle, Harry finally understood that the disjointed word was a password and surely there was a compulsion spell guiding him unconsciously to the headmaster's office, something he quickly said:
- Lemon drop.
It was a matter of seconds, the moment he said it, the gargoyle turned to the side, and Harry found himself on a staircase that led him up to a door.
Just before touching the doorknob, it opened, and he could see his headmaster sitting at the far end.
- Harry, my boy... come in. - Dumbledore said, as Harry approached, but his gaze was on another presence.
A woman, tall, extremely beautiful, with brown hair and black eyes, but not common black eyes, eyes so deep that Harry got lost in them for a moment, was staring at him with a coy smile.
A smile that for Harry was quite provocative, and he had to make an effort not to keep staring at her. His arm tingled with the Elder Wand practically begging to be wielded, but he focused as he turned his attention back.
It was incredible how he could notice all the people, their expressions, hair tones, eye color, and shape, without even looking directly at them. Dumbledore, who kept a calm and serene look like that of a grandfather, soon began:
- By your side is Andromeda Tonks, mother of one of our students who is set to graduate this year. - Albus explained meticulously studying one of his students, who simply acted naturally while kissing the woman's hand in a formal introduction. - It has come to my attention that Gringotts has programmed a system for you at the request of your parents, something related to your current age in case your political knowledge was quite minimal.
- I understand, Headmaster... It really is a surprise that Gringotts Bank has been helping me so much with knowledge parallel to the world I know so well, specifically, I was really looking for someone to update me on the rights to my name that appear in books and fictional works.
- But, do you intend to charge these authors for honoring your name? - The Headmaster asked somewhat censoriously, soon receiving a slight chuckle as a response.
- No, never. There are great authors whose works I've read, and I see no problem with them creating their own stories. I'm surprised by people's creativity in incorporating my name into their stories; I even enjoy them when I'm not focused on my studies.
Satisfied with his student's response, Harry immediately added, "but":
- But, some authors like that Lockhart guy, give me a break, what kind of person has the audacity to use my name as if I were his student and dedicate my life to his knowledge, or better yet, someone who portrays me as a killer of Werewolves, Dragons, House Elves, Goblins, Orcs, and various mythological races.
- He even states that I abhor all No-mag. I may not like two of them, but that doesn't mean I abhor the billions of others around the planet.
- With all due respect, Headmaster, such a person doesn't deserve a penny for my name, as it only brings more conflict and prejudice against No-mag and other races that should be living in harmony.
- I understand your point, but do you really think involving the magical judicial system was necessary? - Albus finally asked, quite pleased with his student's speech but also concerned about his clear independence, which could be problematic in the future.
- Regarding the books... no, legal assistance wasn't necessary, but literally, my knowledge of magical society is minimal. Here, we don't have comprehensive explanations about the history of magic. Purebloods receive such instruction long before entering Hogwarts, and Muggle-borns end up falling behind, having to study much harder not to get left behind.
- So, yes, I believe that the assistance of a judicial system can be very useful, both for my rights in magical society and for magical knowledge of the past.
- Very well, Andromeda, you are granted indefinite access until Harry's doubts are resolved. I know you want to see your daughter, so you will also have access to the Hufflepuff common room.
- Thank you for your understanding, Headmaster Dumbledore, see you later. - Andromeda bid him farewell as Harry followed her out of the office.
Harry wasn't happy about having that conversation with the headmaster, especially after their argument last night, if that could even be called an argument, as it seemed more like Harry venting about the miserable life he had.
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Finding themselves in the Hufflepuff common room with Andromeda, they could have been in the Gryffindor common room, but since Harry had access to all of them due to his Divergent freedom, he decided to bring her closer to where her daughter would be.
- Very well, while my daughter doesn't appear, how about we reinforce our introductions? - She asked, with Harry nodding in agreement from his comfortable armchair, which he so needed to rest in after the night he had. Not that he complained, in fact, he was quite relaxed as a result.
She smiled at him broadly: Good morning, Mr. Potter. I am Andromeda Tonks. How may I be of service to you?
Harry smiled at the woman's tone, then adjusted himself in the chair he was sitting in, gently taking her hand again and kissing the back of it under her broad smile, as she watched the well-toned boy entering her game.
- "Could it be? Ever since the bank contacted me, I've been thinking about it, but could it really be, his look is different." - She thought, with him immediately staring into her eyes, which glowed a similar emerald green to his, much to his confusion, unsure if it was some kind of magic or something, only knowing that he saw the same thing happen with Rita last night.
- Good morning, Andromeda. There's no need for such formalities of 'Mr.' Just Harry… I need your expertise as recommended by Not, my bank manager mentioned you were an expert in the customs and laws of this society... something I feel absent and lacking due to my No-mag upbringing. I hope you can assist me with these requirements.
Andromeda looked confused as she raised an eyebrow at him: No-mag, you mean, Muggles... right?
- Yes, don't worry too much about it, I like the term No-mag. - Harry nodded and continued giving a summary of his life during and after the Dursleys, logically following the premise of his studies, future plans that were interrupted by his inclusion in this society, keeping the explanation brief but leaving the woman curious about how he managed to navigate each moment that seemed uncomfortable to expose, whether about his family or his appearance.
At the end of his explanation, he was pleasantly surprised to see her enraged, but he supposed it was expected because he was almost worshipped as a celebrity in this society. This reaction to him being deprived of his magical rights and understanding was completely understandable for his lawyer's indignation, but he didn't care much, it wasn't as if he was calling her to start playing politics like the children of noble families around him.
- So, you see, my focus is not to create a political power base or anything petty that this government revolves around this Wizengamot and everything else, in reality, I want them all to screw themselves with those noble seats and voting rights or old alliances that are useless to me. - Harry laughed at the woman's surprised look, who saw a complete personality change in this boy acting like an adult compared to the version her daughter presented of him acting with the children at the castle. - I would like you to teach me about my rights, what limit I can walk without third parties interfering in my life, among other things, you will be paid for your services as my personal lawyer, acting on my behalf seeking a path that I still don't know what is ideal, but to follow based on the legacy of my mother and father.
Andromeda nodded almost immediately in agreement, fascinated by how he seemed like a teenager, yet at the same time, exuded potential power, something that seemed sealed, unexplored, but still there, hitting her senses and clearly indicating he was very powerful, even if uncontrolled, the power was still there:
- Of course! I will gladly help you, Harry. Although I wasn't particularly close to your father and mother to be chosen as your lawyer in the will referred to by Gringotts, we were still known through my... cousin. - She spat the word with hatred. - Anyway, I greatly appreciated your mother and everything she stood for during her seven years here at the castle. I will help you in any way you need, I will try to hit the path that Lility would want, but it will take some time to study everything she preached and be sure that I am not leading your name to the wrong place.
- Thank you. I also need your legal services because I found out that some authors of books about the Boy-Who-Lived have been using my name to push some rather biased views, such as this Gilderoy Jaskier Lockhart.
Andromeda crossed her hands under her chin, elbows resting on the table as she thought and considered the situation, the name in question becoming quite popular in recent years:
- It's certainly not legal to use your name for profit without your proper authorization. In cases of non-profit fiction, it would be completely acceptable, but in cases like Lockhart's, where he aims to portray you in an image that doesn't please you and mainly profits from it, then we can have a solid case.
- I advise, however, not to take hasty and ruthless actions. The best we can do is first conduct an investigation into this matter and about this author before issuing an ultimatum, and then act based on what we find.
- What do you suggest? - He asked, with the woman approaching him and beginning to explain what she knew about the author and what the public knew about Harry.
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{ Presently }
And that's how I met Tonks. - Harry finally explained, under the meticulous gaze of everyone.
- Yeah, very interesting Harry, but so far you haven't explained how you met the Tonks who is with us, but rather the other Tonks. - Hermione said in a funny way, according to Harry.
- True, right? - Harry said blushing, while looking at Nynphadora, and asking for a break to escape such an explanation.
- Go ahead, they asked for it, just hope I don't traumatize any kids. - Tonks said with a laugh.
Well, continuing... - Harry said, remembering times after his supposed meeting with Andromeda.
Part 03 in the next Chapter due to the word limit of the chapter post.
-- Introduced Characters --
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Nynphadora Tonks:
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Andromeda Tonks:
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Hufflepuff Common Room:
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7th Year Hufflepuff Dormitory:
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