Hello readers. Welcome to my new chapter. First thing, I want to tell the votes from my poll of which story to do next. And the votes are:

Naruto: SFCW sequel: 99 votes

Gods and Demigods Reads Naruto: Prince of the Underworld: 52 votes

Gods and Demigods Reads the Sea of Monsters (with a guest): 44 votes

Harry Potter running away from the Dursleys: 8 votes

Naruto living with an OC: 7 votes

Percy Jackson and Dragon Age crossover: 6 votes

Harry Potter as a Spirit: 2 votes

A Walking Dead (game version) Fanfiction: 2 votes

These are votes. If you didn't vote, I recommend doing so. This poll will be up for a while though, so you'll have plenty of time to choose. And on this chapter, they're going to read about Harry's meeting Andromeda Tonks. Now, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and the Gift of Memories.

Chapter 7: The Tonks Chapter

"Okay, that's the end of it. Want to give it to someone else?" Lisa T asked Hermione. When Hermione turn the page, Lisa T quickly snatch the book. "Hermione! Let someone else have a turn!"

"Come on! Just one more page!" Hermione pleaded, giving Lisa T the puppy eyes. The Ravenclaw sigh and reluctantly gave the Hermione the book. The girl beam and quickly got to the next page.

Before Hermione could start reading, another bright light flash in the room. Two people are in they spotted two new people in the room now. One of them look older, with long black hair, dark brown eyes, and is wearing a business suit. The other is younger, with bubblegum pink hair, heart shape face, violet eyes, and is wearing an auror's uniform.

"What the hell?!" the younger girl exclaimed, "Where are we?!" The two of them pull out their wands, tense up and ready to fight. Mcgonagall stand up and walk to them, knowing who they are.

"Relax Andromeda, Nymphadora." Mcgonagall said, ignoring the growl from the girl called 'Nymphadora' when her name was said. "A note should appear in a few seconds."

"Professor Mcgonagall?" The younger Tonks said, confusion in her voice. "Where are we? What are you doing here? And what n-" A note appeared in her hand, interrupting her line of questions. As they read, the two Tonks' eyebrows rose higher and higher in surprise. The younger one's hair change into different walkers rapidly, showing how surprise she is.

"Okay, well." Andromeda said, still a little shock. "My name is Andromeda Tonks, Solicitor of Tonks and Tonks."

"And my name is Nymphadora Tonks, but call me Tonks only." she said, with the last part in a warning tone. "Call my Nymphadora or anything similar to that and I will hex your balls off if you're a guy and burn your hair if you're a girl." The first years paled and nodded, with the adults looking a little nervous. Mcgonagall and Andromeda only shook their head at the threat.

"So what part are we in this book?" Andromeda asked. Mcgonagall began to explain everything, with the help of Hermione and Daphne. Their eyes widen at Harry's powers and skills. Like others, they knew Harry was strong, but not that strong. They were angry when they heard about what Harry's relatives did to him, you can see Tonks' hair going fiery red. And the other things, they weren't surprise about since Harry is more mature than even most purebloods.

"So's who is reading now?" Andromeda asked, after they've finish telling them everything. Hermione raise her hand reopen the book.

"Chapter 7: Tonks & Tonks…" Andromeda smile at the title. Look like she is going to be introduced soon.

Harry swept into Gringotts and made for the nearest available teller. Wearing new clothing that would help him blend in better, he looked every bit the part of a young wizard. With an outfit consisting of black dress slacks, polished dragon hide boots, a black button up shirt with a larger than average collar, black gloves, and a long dark green cloak, the young raven haired boy couldn't help but feel kind of like a Jedi.

The half bloods, muggleborns, and muggles laugh at that or crack a smile while the purebloods look confuse. Seeing the confuse looks, Lisa C jaws drop in disbelief.

"You guys don't know about star wars?" Lisa C asked, not believing. When the purebloods shook their head, Lisa C groan in dismay. "When we get the time, we are going to make you guys watch that movie."

It was an amusing notion, especially when he considered how everyone else was dressed in similar robes.

"I would like to speak with my account manager at his earliest convenience," Harry spoke the moment he stopped in front of an empty teller station.

"Do you have an appointment?" asked the Goblin without looking up from the ledger he was writing in.

"Yes."

"Name?"

"Harry Potter."

At his name being told, the Goblin finally looked up at Harry. He eyed the boy for a second, his eyes going to the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. The Goblin grunted, "Ragnok is currently busy. He will be with you when he has the time... please wait over there and he will be with you momentarily."

Harry did not offer any words, only giving a nod before moving to stand at the place the teller had designated for him to wait. Closing his eyes, Harry began to focus his magic on enhancing his hearing as a basic meditation excessive.

"Enhancing?" McGonagall said in interest. "Must be another of his abilities." Hermione took out her notepad and begin taking in notes. In that pad is a list of all of Harry's abilities. She wanted to study what Harry could do and see if it's possible for others to do it. Also compare regular magic to Harry's.

Enhancement was one of the five magics that Harry could do, and according to what he had read so far it was the only one branch of magic he had that did not have an equivalent in the wizarding world. Much like it's name stated, enhancement was the simple act of enhancing a physical aspect of himself. He could enhance just about anything, from his increasing the acuteness of his five senses, to increasing the durability and strength of his body.

The younger Tonks whistle in amazement. "He'll fit in the auror corp, definitely with that ability alone." Wandless magic, ability enhancement, close combat abilities. He could become an excellent auror.

Of course, enhancing his body took a lot more effort and would often leave him beyond exhausted when finished, which was the reason he never used it in combat. It was simply too dangerous. Harry had theorized that it had something to do with the way his magic flowed through him during that time. His belief was that due to the magic increasing his physical abilities, they would become acclimated to having that power in them. When the magic left, the muscles would become tired because they no longer had any power bolstering them. It was a workable theory, and one that he would be testing as much as possible when he had the time.

"Does Harry ever take a break?" Nymphadora wondered. She got "No" and "Have to force him" from the others.

The sound of footsteps drew his attention away from his meditation. Opening his eyes, Harry found himself staring at a familiar Goblin.

"Griphook," he said in greeting. The Goblin, Griphook, paused, seemingly surprised that Harry actually remembered him. He got over his shock quickly however, and gestured for Harry to follow him.

"Follow me."

Once more Harry was led to the office where his account manager worked. Ragnok was sitting behind the desk just as he had been the last time they had spoken. The Goblin was currently leafing through several scrolls, documents most likely, but looked up when Harry came in.

"Lord Potter," Ragnok placed the scrolls off to the side. "What can I do for you today?"

"I would like to start investing," Harry began without preamble. He had been studying up on Goblin society in the hopes that by doing so he would not only be able to work with the Goblins, but also gain their respect. After all, they did control his money, and ill begotten was the fool who insulted those who controlled your vaults.

"Smart." Andromeda said with an approving nod. "Knowing the people that are handling your bank account. Most wizards don't really understand the importance of it and end up paying the price for it. Harry seems to understand for." McGonagall nodded in agreement with the woman.

He had learned much about Goblins and their society, but one of the most important things he had learned was that to a Goblin, time is money. They do not like to waste time with inane pleasantries. They do not appreciate the posh and circumstance that surrounds many wizarding traditions. The best thing for anyone to do when dealing with a Goblin is to get right to the point so that they can get on with their life and begin making more money.

Everyone can hear Hermione scribbling down notes like crazy. Daphne, Blaise, Lisa T, Terry, and Susan seem to be paying attention as well.

"Invest?" Ragnok looked at him in surprise. It only lasted for a second, but it was almost enough to make Harry lose his calm and collected facade and smile. Looking at him with an intense look of interest, the Goblin account manager leaned forward on his desk and spoke once more. "And just what would you like to invest in, Lord Potter?"

"I have several businesses I wish to invest in," Harry began, pulling a scroll with a list of various business and ideas from within his cloak. He set it on Ragnok's desk for the Goblin to peruse through with his own eyes. "However, I am also unsure of how investing in a company works in the wizarding world. Tell me, does the wizarding world have a stock MARKET?"

"A what?" Ragnok looked up from the list he had claimed to Harry, his eyes blinking several times at the unfamiliar term. It was clear that Ragnok did not know what Harry was talking about, making it easy to deduce that the Wizarding World did not have their own stock MARKET. Or perhaps they did, but it was just called something else.

"Probably the former, knowing the wizard world." Nymphadora said, with Andromeda agreeing with her daughter.

Straightening his shoulders a bit, Harry began to explain the basic concept of the stock MARKET. He went into the idea of how a companies stock could be bought as shares, a single unit of ownership in a corporation, mutual fund, or any other organization, and how a shareholder could buy and sell their shares in order to turn a profit.

The explanation was very basic, very brief, as Harry knew that going into detail would take a long time and would likely end in angering Ragnok for wasting his time. Throughout his small lecture, the Goblin in charge of his accounts sat behind his desk, elbows propped up on the surface, fingers laced in front of his face as he listened to Harry speaking. He gave no indication on whether or not he was even interested in what the young wizard was saying, merely listening silently before the explanation began to wind down.

"Do you think that the goblins and Harry are related to one another?" Tracey commented. "They seem to hold that same emotionless face and hardly show any emotion." Hannah and Lisa C snickered a little at that while the others just shook their head.

"Interesting, there are some business in the wizarding world that hold a somewhat similar concept," Ragnok told Harry after the explanation was finished. "However, they are not the same as this stock market. The closest example I can think of is the Daily Prophet, which is owned and controlled by a board of governors, rather then a SINGLE PERSON."

Harry hummed for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. "In that case, what do you believe is the best way to invest my money?"

"The best way to increase the amount of money in your vault is to own several businesses," Ragnok answered easily. "You can do this easily by buying a business outright, but that is also dependent on whether or not the owner will sell their business to you. If you want my opinion, right now the best way for you to MAKE MONEY would be to buy out the property and land upon which specific businesses are built on and vharge them a monthly fee for using it. It's a rather simple way to earn money, but very effective in this day and age."

After thinking on Ragnok's advice for a moment, Harry nodded his head. "Very well, since I am unable to access the Potter vault, we'll be using my mother's vault to begin investing." He paused, cocking his head to the side for a moment. "Aside from those businesses I have listed on there, I also plan on investing some money on a few muggle ventures. Does Gringotts have a way to connect their vaults to a muggle bank account?"

Andromeda eyes blink in surprise. Harry is attempting to do something no other wizard or witch did. And that's just because they had no desire to, either because that what they aim for, they don't have the skills or knowledge, or because they hold the pureblood view of mugglers.

Ragnok frowned for a moment, clearly thinking. "Theoretically it is possible," he allowed slowly. "However, such a thing has never been attempted before. If we could get some people on the inside of a muggle bank and know which account we are connecting one of our vaults to, we should be able to magically link the two together. It would likely take a while though."

"How long?"

"I suspect it would take maybe six months," Ragnok admitted reluctantly. It seemed to Harry that the Goblin did not like to admit that it would take so long to do something. He was probably disappointed as that would mean less time to MAKE MONEY, Harry reasoned.

"Harry is probably correct." Lisa T said, agreeing with Harry. "Those goblins are not the most patient of people. Everyone that met them at Gringott agree with me." All the magic users nodded to that.

"In that case I'll be heading down to my mother's vault after this meeting is over. I'll take ten thousand galleons, convert those into pounds and open up an account under my name at HSBC Holdings in London. I'll send the information on my account via owl once it's set up so that you can have your people begin linking the account to my vault. Also, while I begin investing money into several muggle ventures that I feel will turn a profit, I want you to begin investing the rest of the money in the Evans account into the businesses on that list, as well as any ventures you feel will help increase the vaults revenue. Tell me, what is the standard rate an account manager makes off of the vaults increased worth?"

"Standard rates are a fifteen percent profit."

Harry nodded. "I want you to take twenty percent of whatever profit is made," he told Ragnok, getting a set of wide eyes from said Goblin in return. This time, Harry did allow a smile to show on his face at shocking the Goblin. "Think of this as incentive to make sure the gold within the Evans Vault grows."

After taking a few seconds to get over his shock, Ragnok grinned. "You would make a good Goblin, Lord Potter," he complimented, and for the first time since Harry had met him, the account manager actually seemed to be a bit more at ease, and was visibly excited.

Mcgonagall jaws drop in amazement. He manage to actually set a goblin at ease. Andromeda is shock as well, as well as her daughter. Finally, the headmistress said, "He is probably one of the few people to actually make a goblin relax. And he also got him to compliment him."

Lisa C grin, knowing that Harry can make the most fickle of people at ease.

"Thank you," Harry said with a nod. "And now that this is done, I just have one last question to ask before I head down to my mum's vault."

Ragnok quirked an eyebrow in curiosity. "And that is?"

"Which Solicitor would you recommend I see for legal matters involving my name being used without my consent?"

"Me." Andromeda responded with a cheery smile. She knew she is about to be introduced soon.

The building to the Solicitor office that Ragnok had directed him to was located in, of all places, muggle London. It turned out that the Solicitor in question, a woman who went by the name Andromeda Tonks, was actually a very popular Solicitor working for the legal company Tonks & Tonks, which according to Ragnok was owned by both Andromeda and her husband, Theodore Tonks.

"Our pride and joy." Andromeda said fondly.

Looking over the building that held the office. It was two stories tall, made from red brick, and very non-descript. There were several WINDOWS, which Harry could not see through due to the shutters on them being closed. Judging from the feel of magic surrounding it, Harry could only assume that it was also where the Tonks family lived. The second floor was likely their home, while the first was where they did their business.

"Ding, ding, ding, someone get him a prize!" Nymphadora cheered, causing some laughter from the group.

The sound of a bell tinkled as he walked into the building, and Harry found himself in a well-furnished room with several comfortable armchairs and a desk a little ways away where a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair in a professional slicked back style sat. He was wearing an expensive suede suit that looked more suitable on a muggle than a wizard. Only the hint of magic that clung about this man let Harry know he was not a non magical.

The man looked up from where he was reading a book that Harry recognized as one of the ones he had read in the Surrey library – a SCIENCE FICTION BOOK – and blinked in surprise several times when he noticed that the person entering his building was a kid.

"It's not everyday that a child would be in a solicitor office." Nymphadore commented on wryly. Harry is really a one of a kind kid. Everyone can agree on that.

Not wanting this man to mistake him for a child that had gotten lost and walked in to ask for help, Harry quickly said, "You are Theodore Tonks, yes?"

The man blinked several times, before nodding. "Yes, that is correct..." he paused, frowning. "Can I help you?"

"I have an appointment with Andromeda Tonks set for half an hour past two via Owl," Harry said, subtly telling the man that he was not only a customer but also a wizard. Theodore Tonks' eyes widened very briefly, before returning to normal. He gave Harry a nod.

"Yes, she told me that a Mr. Evans would be coming in to see her," he frowned as he eyed Harry for a moment.

"Mr. Evans huh?" Mcgonagall commented on. "Smart, keeping his identity a secret. Anyone would treat him differently due to his win against the dark lord."

Since the Solicitor was living amongst muggles, he had opted to dress in more normal clothing, black pants, a dark green short sleeved collared shirt, and his converse shoes. He also had a beanie on his forehead, hiding his scar from view so that no one would spot his scar before he was ready to reveal himself. Though Harry suspected the reason Theodore was eying him so curiously was due to his age, not his clothing.

"I think anyone that is sane would be." Tonks stated, with Tracey, Lisa C, and Hannah snickering at that statement.

"Let me go and see if my wife is ready to receive you."

"Thank you," Harry said gratefully as the man stood up and walked through a door in the back of the room. Sitting down on one of the chairs, Harry looked at the selection of magazines and newspapers available for reading.

His eyes eventually caught sight of the Daily Profit Newspaper under several magazines. He was surprised to see the newspaper used in the magical world in this workspace. It was well known to him by now that the magical world had a strict isolationist policy, and that it was against the law to reveal it's existence to those who were not magical. It made him wonder why these solicitors actually made the Daily Profit available for reading.

"We put a charm on it so no one will notice." Andromeda said easily. "I'm not an idiot."

Those thoughts left him when he touched the newspaper and his fingertips began to tingle with the – by now – familiar feeling of magic. There seemed to be some kind of spell on the newspaper, perhaps the same one the Leaky Cauldron used to keep itself hidden from the non magical populace. Or maybe some kind of variant due to it's smaller size…

"I'm still amazed by that power." McGonagall said, shaking her head. "For all my time at Hogwart, no child, especially a first year, can just see or feel the magic around them."

He shook his head, dispelling his thoughts and possible theories on what kind of magic was being used to hide the newspaper. It wasn't like he could find out at the moment, and there were more important things to worry about.

Picking up the Daily Profit, Harry read the first article he laid eyes on.

GRINGOTTS BREAK-IN LATEST

Investigations CONTINUE into the break-in at Gringotts on the 31st July, widely believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown. Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied the same day.

"But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out if you know what's good for you," said a Gringotts spokes goblin this afternoon.

Harry frowned as he read the article, his mind whirring in thought. From what he now knew about Gringotts, the Goblin owned bank was supposed to be one of the most magically SECURE places in the entire world. Traps, enchantments, guards, dragons, if it was dangerous and had the potential to kill, then it was probably being used to guard the Vaults below Gringotts main building.

Lisa C and Anastasia paled at that. "Dragons?! They use dragons to guard the place?!" Lisa C exclaimed in shock. When the magic users nodded, Lisa C said, "What is wrong with those goblins?!"

"Paranoid, to say the least." Andromeda responded. The goblins are serious when it comes to protecting their bank.

The fact that someone would be stupid enough to actually attempt to steal from the bank was shocking. The fact that they had not been caught even more so.

"It probably shock everyone in the wizard world." Daphne said. She was shock that the gringott bank was robbed and she actually saw her father lose his composure for a brief second for the first time.

He discarded the knowledge that the break in was the same day as his birthday. It was an interesting fact, but not entirely relevant. More to the point, he was rather curious to know what the alleged Dark witch or wizard had been after. It was obvious to him that whatever it was, the person who owned the vault had obviously been aware of it being in danger and had it taken out before it could be stolen.

'The sorcerer stone.' Mcgonagall thought, remembering Harry Potter's first year.

A good thing to, as the item or items seemed to have been taken out that very same day.

The sound of footsteps reached Harry's ear, and he turned his head just as Theodore Tonks opened the door he had entered previously and walked back in.

"She's able to see you now. Just go through the door and down the hall. Her office is at the end of the hall on the right. I would show you where, but I'm needed to man the front. Our normal worker is out sick today."

"It's fine, I'm sure I can find my way there," Harry replied, before setting the Daily Profit down and doing as instructed. Andromeda's office was very easy to find, not only due to the directions given, but also because there was a plaque with her name on it on the door. Knocking once Harry entered after receiving a call from inside for him to do so.

The room looked like every office he had ever seen. The carpet was beige colored, and the walls and ceiling were a light cream color. A book shelf sat next to a filing cabinet at one end of the office while a WINDOW with it's blinds closed was embedded into the other. Near the back of the room was a desk made out of a varnished dark wood with a woman sitting behind it.

The woman in question was very beautiful. She had long black hair that fell down her back in gentle waves and framed a face that was every bit as regal and aristocratic as one might expect from royalty. Her eyes were a dark brown that held within them a warmth Harry recognized as belonging to a mother, and her ruby red lips contrasted nicely with her porcelain skin.

"Awww, he thinks I'm beautiful." Andromeda said, feeling a little flattered of Harry's opinion.

Like her husband she was wearing a business suit, it was dark black in color, with a white undershirt, a blouse, black stockings and a pair of high heeled shoes. The suit gave her a very professional image, yet did not detract from her femininity.

In spite of the fact that he had never seen this woman before, Harry felt that she looked very familiar. Not in the way of someone he had seen but did not remember, as he remembered everyone he had ever met, but more in the way that he had seen someone who looked similar to her before.

"Wait a minute…" Andromeda mumbled, before looking at her daughter. "Didn't you visit him when he was a baby Nymphadora?" Nymphadora glower at her for the name, but registered what her mother said.

"First of all, stop calling me that mum!" Nymphadora said/whine. "And second of all, I did a few times. He must remember those visits." Andromeda came up with the same conclusion.

Shaking the thoughts away, he walked further into the room.

"You are Mr. Evans?" Andromeda asked, looking up at him from where she sat. Her eyes looked him up and down uncertainly. She had probably not been expecting the person who had HIRED her to be so young, Harry mused. Or perhaps her husband had told her and she had not believed him.

"The latter." Andromeda said. She was real hesitant to be doing business with a young boy

Not that he could fault or either way.

"Not exactly," Harry answered, causing Andromeda's brows to furrow. "Evans was my mother's maiden name, which I used because I wanted to keep my anonymity until I could be assured my identity would remain secret. Before I go into who I am, I would like to know your policy on client confidentiality."

Andromeda raised a single eyebrow and studied him for a moment before answering his question. "We hold client confidentiality to the highest level possible. Whenever we take a case for a witch or wizard, we swear a magical oath to never reveal the secrets of our client, even after the case has been closed."

Hearing this set Harry's mind at ease. He had read about magical oaths, oaths sworn on ones very magic that had to be upheld or the one who took the oath would lose all their magic, thereby becoming a squib, a muggle that was born to magical parents but had no magic to speak of. It was the highest form of oath taking one could make, not to be lightly done, if ever.

"These oaths are that serious?" Lisa C said in amazement. Wow, swearing one and breaking it mean losing your magic. All of the wizards and witches responded with serious nods.

"Yes and like Harry said, they are not used carefully." Mcgonagall said. "Wizards are careful when making an oath like that."

"In that case, would you mind terribly if you took an oath not to reveal anything that I disclose to you during this meeting and further meetings should I decide to hire you?" Harry could see Andromeda's brow furrowing in thought as she looked at him, and he could almost see her thoughts. One the one hand, what he was asking was very unorthodox. He had not even HIRED her, yet he wanted her to swear a magical oath? It was not only unusual, but something that would have immediately turned off most witches and wizards.

"Now I understand why he did it." Andromeda said. "Anything Harry Potter do would gain the interest of everyone in the wizard world."

On the other hand, she was intrigued. What could possibly be so important that he would ask her to swear a magical oath before they had even brokered an agreement?

It was her curiosity over that single question that ultimately won out over her more logical side.

"Very well," Andromeda replied as she took out her wand and placed near her heart and prepared to speak her oath. "I will need to know who you really are before I can take the oath."

"Right," Harry sighed, slowly raising a hand to pull down the beanie. His messy black hair fell free from the beanie, and the lightning bolt scar on his forehead showed prominently in between the choppy strands of raven colored hair that fell around his face. He looked at the now shocked Andromeda with a slight smile. "My name is Harry Potter."

It took the woman a few moments before she gained her wits about her. To be honest, she recovered from her shock much faster than he expected her too, and before long was exuding the same aura of professionalism she had before finding out about his real identity. "I can see why you wanted to remain anonymous. I do not know why you are here, Mr. Potter, but I am sure there would have been an entire article speculating about it in the Daily Prophet by tomorrow morning."

"Exactly." Andromeda said, wrinkling her nose a little. Those people in the daily prophet is hungry for any kind of scoop.

Anastasia shook her head. The wizard world sounds no different than the regular world, when it comes to the press and social media.

"You are correct about that," Harry told her with a nod. She was only half right however, as it wasn't that Harry wished to keep what would happen here a secret, just that he wanted to be the one in control of when everybody learned of what was happening in here.

"Understandable, considering his past." Wei said, remembering that Harry didn't have control of his life for the first few years of his life with the Dursleys.

"Can you take that oath now? I would like for us to get down to business."

"Of course," Andromeda cleared her throat and once more pointed the wand at her heart, before reciting her magical oath. "I, Andromeda Tonks, do hereby swear on my magic to keep all the secrets of Lord Harry James Potter and uphold his confidentiality to the highest degree. So mote it be."

There was a brief light that emitted from her wand at the conclusion of her oath, letting the two know that the oath had taken hold. Setting her wand on the table, Andromeda folded her hands in front of her on the desk.

"Now then, Mr. Potter, perhaps you can explain to me what it is you need a Solicitor for."

Harry nodded and reached into the small nap sack he was carrying on his back. Andromeda raised her left eyebrow when he placed a book on the table. It was one of the many books about him, this one was dubbed, Harry Potter and the Princess' Curse.

"I have just recently discovered that this book along with sixteen others were released between the years 1987 and 1989," Harry began, taking a moments pause to regain control of the slight anger he was feeling. Even now it was difficult not to be angry about this.

"He's doing good so far." Andromeda said. "Most adults would've blown up about something like this. Scream and rave about this."

"These books are completely false. I do not know what the wizarding world assumed I was doing or where I was after Voldemort's

The first years, Mcgonagall, and the two Tonks flinch at the name. The muggles merely roll their eyes at that.

(Andromeda flinched at the name but Harry ignored her as he continued) demise, but the truth of the matter was that I was living in the muggle world with my mum's relatives and have only rejoined the magical community a short while ago. I did not even know of these books, much less given the people who published these stories permission to use my name in their work."

Another pause followed as Harry took a calming breath.

"These books are not the only items that bare my name on them," Harry continued softly. "I've found everything from action figures, to brooms, to advertisements, all of which have claimed that I endorse their products."

"They must be idiots then." Anastasia said, shaking her head. "I mean, would say that a child claimed that they'd endorse those products, especially when no one really knows where he is."

"And you want to take legal action against the companies that have used your name without your consent," Andromeda said, getting a nod from the young man. She leaned back then, letting her posture relax slightly and folded her hands in her lap. "This is a very unique situation you have found yourself in, Mr. Potter. If the person presenting me with this case were anyone other than you and a few other people, I would not be able to do much."

"Because of the publishing law of 1955, right? The law that states 'all stories used for entertainment purposes need not contain factual information or require consent of the person or persons in question'," said Harry, surprising Andromeda.

"Which is astounding, considering my mothers reputation." The younger Tonks said. "Rarely anyone can surprise her about anything."

He smiled at her. "Don't think I didn't come to you prepared for this. There is a reason I waited so long after entering the magical world before I was able to schedule an appointment with you. I've done extensive research on all laws pertaining to the problem I am presenting to you."

Gathering her wits about her, Andromeda said, "If you have studied all of the laws then does that mean you know of the one pertaining to the heirs of pure-blood families?"

"You mean the pure-blood media protection act of 1743, which states that 'without documented proof that could be verified in front of the entire wizengamot, there can be no slander or misprint of information about a noble pure-blood family'. This law also implicitly states that it is impossible to use the name or image of the person in question without their express permission to do so, so long as they belong to a pure-blood family who have been at least given the title of a Noble House."

"Yes, back then the newspaper media was much smaller than it was today and did not have much control over the population as it does now. Of course," Andromeda added after a moment's inflection, "back then the newspaper was used for keeping people updated, not entertainment like it is today. At the time there had been an article written about a scandal that involved a pure-blood scion of a Noble House. The pure-blood was outraged and had managed to gather like minded individuals who believed in pure-blood superiority by claiming 'if it could happen to him, what's to stop the newspaper from running their name through the mud'. Needless to say the newspaper was hit hard, and the pure-blood media protection act was put in place shortly after."

"Yes, I am well aware of that act," Harry told her. "That's why I came to you, because unlike a muggle-born or half-blood who does not belong to a family of any esteem, I happen to be the heir to the Potter fortune, one of the Five Founding Families who had a hand in creating the Ministry of Magic. Even though I am technically a half-blood, the laws behind the pure-blood protection act apply to me because I belong to a powerful pure-blood house. And not only am I the heir to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter, I am also the boy-who-lived. My fame combined with my title would make it political suicide for anyone to go against me."

"...amazing." Mcgonagall said, purely shock at how the boy handle the meeting. "The young man have a good future as a politician, that's for sure."

"Not to mention a possible auror." The younger Tonks added in. "You saw his skills and how well tune he is with magic. He can a powerful auror."

"That is very true," Andromeda said as she studied the boy with a curious gleam in her eyes. "Even without an airtight case you would still likely win due to the political minefield that came simply from being the boy-who-lived, and that's not even going into the outrage of the public that the companies would face when they learn that these companies have been wrongfully using your name. This case is easily going to be the biggest one I've ever seen, and the only question I need to ask now is what you want to get out of it."

"What do I want?" Harry closed his eyes as he parroted the question. "Personally, what I want is for those companies who have used my name to be sued for every single knut they are worth, publicly disgraced, and cast out on the street in rags." He told the woman with complete honesty, getting Andromeda to raise both eyebrows in surprise, most likely at the harsh punishment he wanted for those using his name.

Tonks whistled. "Damn. That boy means business when he's angry mum." The first years silently agreed to that. They saw what happen to Malfoy when he angered him.

"But we both know that such a thing isn't possible, even with my fame and fortune. And doing that would not only put the people up top out on the streets, but also those working under the people who used my name and image without consent."

Harry would not let innocent people who were only doing there job get caught up in his desire for revenge. Doing so would put him on a level lower than the Dursley's, and he would not allow himself to stoop so low. Not now, not ever.

Wei nodded in approval, along with Andromeda, Mcgonagall, and Anastasia. They are glad Harry's desire for revenge have not blindsided him.

"Instead what I am thinking is that we sue them for sixty-five percent of the profit they have made off my name and image. I doubt we'll get the full sixty-five, but if we start off big we can probably end up with somewhere around forty percent of the profit. I also want thirty percent of the revenue any company makes for selling anything that has been making money off my name, which we will not negotiate with them on. Also, all of the companies who wrote the books that have been written about me will write a public apology that will be put on the front page of the Daily Prophet stating that the stories they wrote are not true, and were merely written for entertainment purposes. Furthermore, I want the companies that have published these books to sign a magical contract stating they will no longer make any new stories about me unless I give them my consent."

There was a big silence in the chamber. Hermione, Neville, Lisa T, and Terry have wide eyes, wondering how much thought Harry put into this. Tracey, Hannah, and Lisa C have swirls in their eye, slowing configuring what Harry was asking. And the adults (except for Andromeda), Blaise, and Daphne have their eyebrows shot up to their heads.

As Harry began listing all of the things he wanted to accomplish with this lawsuit, Andromeda's eyebrows had been steadily raising higher and higher until they had completely disappeared behind the bangs of her dark hair. It seemed she had not been prepared for just how much thought Harry had put into his plans for the suing the people who had used his name.

"No it was not." Andromeda admitted. Even though she knew Harry was smart when they first began to talk, she didn't expected that.

She recovered quickly however, before he had gotten halfway through his list, and had since been dutifully jotting down everything he had said on a muggle notepad. When Harry was finished, she went over everything she had written down, carefully clarifying certain points with Harry before she was satisfied.

"I believe that everything you have asked me to accomplish is doable," Andromeda told him, much to Harry's secret delight. "Were it anybody else I would say this lawsuit didn't stand a chance, but since it's you, it is not only very possible, but very likely that we will win. Especially if we threaten to take this all the way up to the Wizengamot."

"Is that like a magical court?" Anastasia asked, receiving a nod from Andromeda. "I see."

Harry nodded. "How long do you think it will take for the lawsuit to go through?"

"That would depend," Andromeda said slowly, leaning back in her chair. "The first thing I will need to do is research to find out which companies have been using your name and image. You may not know it, but Britain is not the only country in which your name is famous. While You-know-who did not do much terrorizing outside of our country, he was still feared in every country that holds a seat on the I.C.W.. There has to be at least a hundred companies that have used your name to turn a profit in some way."

"Another problem is that you are a minor. You may be the heir to an Ancient and Most Noble House, and you may be the boy-who-lived, but that does not change the fact that you are a minor who has no Magical Guardian. It won't change the outcome of our case," she assured Harry when he began to frown. "But it will take a little longer before I can present the case before the court. There are several legalities that I have to go through in order to get permission from the Ministry, which will take even longer if you want to keep yourself anonymous until our case is presented."

"I can see how that would cause a delay," Harry grimaced a bit. "How long do you suspect it will take?"

"I would hazard a guess that it will take about a year all things told," she informed him. "I should have all of the information regarding the companies we plan on suing within six months, and then another six months to turn that into an airtight case they have no chance of escaping from without agreeing to your demands."

Thinking over what she had told him for a moment, he nodded, "that's fine. I can wait." It was slightly annoying, but he didn't want his lawsuit to gain any hitches down the road because he was impatient and overzealous.

"I don't think I could wait that long in his shoes." Tracey said with a grimace, getting a nod of agreement from Lisa C. "I wonder where that kind of patience comes from."

"You should learn from him. Then you might stop whining."

"Aw, shut it Daph."

And it wasn't like Harry couldn't wait, wasn't there an old saying 'good things come to those who wait'? All it would take was a little patience, something that he had an abundance of.

"Excellent," Andromeda smiled at him. "Now all we need to talk about is your payment. I will need a deposit of one thousand galleons. This is simply for the time I'm going to be putting into your case. Consider it a DOWN PAYMENT for services rendered. If the case itself is successful, which I have no doubt it will be, the required payment will be thirty-two percent of what we get off the lawsuit. This does not include the money you would make after our successful campaign off the books and other products you give your consent to have your name used on. Just the percentage of what they pay up front. Also, I will need you to sign a magical contract stating your agreement for our deal."

Closing his eyes, Harry took a moment to think about her required payment. Truthfully, he thought it was a good deal. If the companies made even half of the money off him that he thought they did, then it was very likely that Harry would be making well over several million galleons off this lawsuit. However, he was a bit leery of signing a magical contract, which would bind his magic to the contract so that he couldn't break it without losing his magic.

Still, Andromeda had already given a magical oath, freely he might add. In the face of her doing that for him how could he doing anything less?

"Glad he wasn't hypocritical." Andromeda said with an approving nod. "That would've gotten me angry."

"Do you have the contract written up?" asked Harry, his eyes snapping open, his sharpened gaze landing on her.

"Not right now," Andromeda admitted. "Because all cases are different, all of our contracts are written differently. I can write one up for you to read over in a few days however."

"That sounds agreeable."

Harry pulled his money pouch out of his nap sack and retracted the necessary one thousand galleons. He placed the moneys on the table in front of Andromeda in neat stacks.

"Thank you for your time, and for agreeing to my request for a magical oath before even hearing my desired case," he said with a bow of his head. Andromeda smiled.

"You're welcome. To be honest, it's no trouble at all. Aside from my dislike of people who are willing to use a child's name for their own gain, I dislike the fact that they are using your name even more. While I did not know either of your parents very well, as I was a few years ahead of them at Hogwarts, I did consider them to be friends of mine. I was greatly saddened when they... past on."

At her words, Harry's look turned a bit uncertain. "Speaking of family, do you think I could ask you something?"

Andromeda looked curious at his words and his sudden change in demeanor, but nodded nonetheless. "Go ahead."

"Forgive me if this is a little personal but... do you know a man by the name of Sirius Black?"

Everyone stiffen at the name, even the first years. The muggles wonder why they are frozen like that.

The surprise she exuded was far more pronounced when he spoke that name than anything he had said thus far. Andromeda's entire body seemed to stiffen, and her eyes went wide as saucers.

"How..." the dark haired woman choked for a second, before finding her voice, though when she spoke it was very hoarse. "How do you know that name?"

Harry squirmed a bit at her look. He had not been sure what to expect when he brought this up, having pretty much asked his question in a bout of spontaneous curiosity due to the familiarity he felt with her, but whatever he had been expecting, it had not been sudden wave of emotions she unleashed upon him. The heartrending sadness, the deep seated anger at being betrayed, or the gaping sense of loss that Harry could feel coming from the woman nearly had him flinching.

'He felt all of that emotion?' Andromeda thought. 'I feel bad for the boy and a little guilty.'

"I found my mum's journals in her vault when I went to visit it," Harry answered softly. "She spoke about Sirius Black, she wrote that he was my father's best friend, and had formed a group with my father and two others called the Marauders."

All of this was the truth, of course. Harry had found his mother's journal, and it did talk about Sirius, his father, and the Marauders. However, he had known about these things long before finding his mum's journal. His parents had spoken about their Hogwarts days a lot, and Harry had met Sirius Black on many occasions before he and his parents had gone into hiding.

"The lie is better than telling her that you remember every single day of your life." Tonks said. "That would probably be too much for her."

"I have a few pictures of them, my parents and their friends I mean, and you look kind of similar to Sirius. Same general facial shape, similar eyes and the same hair color. When I first saw you, I actually thought you might be his sister."

"You're close," Andromeda admitted with a sad smile. "Sirius was my first cousin back when I was still a Black."

"Wait a minute?" Wei said, with narrow eyes. "Why did you say, 'when I was still a Black?'" That got the attention of Anastasia and Hermione as well, and they gave her questioning looks. The others didn't cause they either already know or came to that conclusion.

"Still a Black?" Harry asked, furrowing his brows. Andromeda looked at him for a moment, as if deciding what she should tell him, before nodding.

"Yes, you see, I used to be Andromeda Black before I got married. Now, while I would have still been considered a Black if I married a pure-blood, I ended up falling in love with and marrying Ted, whose a muggle-born. My family is one of those who believed in superiority of pure-blood's to the point of hating muggles and muggle-borns without justification or cause and, in a fit of rage, disowned me from the House of Black."

"What?!" Anastasia raged. "They disowned just because you won't marry someone they want you to marry?! What kind of family is that?!" Hermione, Wei, and Lisa C feeling angry as well, not believing that someone would do that. "And what's wrong with us?! What did we do to earn their hate?!"

"That's the wizard world for you." Blaise said with a shrug. "Most purebloods feel that they are more superior than muggles, in every shape or form. A few feel like you need to die or be enslave just because of what you are."

Wei narrow his eyes. They may have more powers, but he can bet that a few ever went into hand to hand combat. And he doubt that they had ever heard of guns. So the wizards would not know what they will be getting into.

"I'm sorry," Harry said softly after she finished speaking, feeling ashamed that he had actually asked such a personal question, even if he had not known what her response would be. "I shouldn't have asked such a personal question."

"No, no, it's fine," Andromeda assured him. She wiped at her suspiciously wet eyes, then offered him a small smile. "I can understand your curiosity. Out of all my family, Sirius was the only one who kept in touch with me after I was disowned. We had always been close, I was even closer to him than I was to my own sisters. I was... very shocked to hear about his betrayal of your parents."

"Wait, what?" Anastasia and Lisa C said in shock. What did Andromeda mean by that?

A prominent frown grew on Harry's face. He had learned from his books that Sirius Black was the one who had betrayed his parents to Voldemort. Now a days the man was suffering in Azkaban Prison, the wizarding worlds most notorious prison due to the 'jailors' there.

Slowly, the two of them scowled, angry that Harry's godfather betray his parents and played a part of their deaths. Wei, on the other hand, furrow her eyebrows. Something is not right about it, he can feel it. He wonder if the man truly did betray Harry's parents or was framed.

If Harry were completely honest, he was not sure what to think. When he had first learned that it had been Sirius who had betrayed his parents, he couldn't believe it either. Out of all the people his parents knew, Sirius Black had been the one who had visited them the most before they had gone into hiding. Even now, after learning of the man's betrayal, Harry still fondly remembered the mischievous man who often received more lectures from his mum than his dad did.

"Which makes me wonder why Sirius would betray the Potters." Mcgonagall said, furrowing her eyebrows. Was that boy wearing a mask since the beginning?

Unfortunately, he also had no proof that the man was innocent. His mother's journal was mostly filled with her time at Hogwarts, and only touched what had happened after they had all graduated very briefly. Harry assumed she had simply stopped writing once she and his father had entered the war.

"So was I," Harry said, fighting down his own emotions. Clearing his mind with a simple breathing exercise, Harry Potter looked back at the woman. "Thank you, I know it was rude of me to ask you something so personal, and it must have been even more difficult to tell me this."

Smiling at the polite young man, Andromeda shook her head. "It wasn't that difficult. In fact, it feels kind of... nice to be able to unload on someone. I love my husband, but he didn't have any connections to Sirius like I did, and he had never really liked the man after getting strung up by his underwear during one of the Marauders pranks."

An image of a younger Ted Tonks with strung up on a chandelier by his underwear appeared on the screen. Everyone laugh at the image, even the Tonks family, and especially Tracey and Lisa C.

Harry snorted a bit as his mind conjured an amusing image of Theodore Tonks in nothing but his boxers shorts as he was hung off a flag pole. Dispelling the image with a small shake of his head, he decided that there was one other thing he wanted to ask of the woman.

"So you're also a member of one of the Founding Five, then?"

"I was," Andromeda put an emphasis on the 'was' to signify that she was no longer of that House.

"Right, was," Harry nodded, not really finding an issue with her not being in that family anymore. Not for what he wanted to ask. "Does that mean you were taught pure-blood customs, etiquette and traditions?"

"Yes..." Andromeda replied slowly, her eyes searching his as she no doubt tried to figure out where he was going with this.

Harry gave her a charming smile. "I was wondering if perhaps you could help me with something else besides my lawsuit case?"

"So that's where he learned pureblood customs." Daphne murmured, now understanding how he learned pureblood customs and not act pig headed.

"Okay, Hermione, give it to someone else this time." Lisa T said with a stern look. Hermione sigh in dismay before passing the book to Lisa C.

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