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Chapter 18. Sirius gets a lawyer.

4th May 1986.

Legal offices of Ted Tonks, specialized lawyer for muggle and magical cases,

Diagon Alley,

London UK.

9 AM.

Theodore Tonks struggled to believe that so many good things could pile up for his career in such a short space of time. First, the goblin administrator of the Potter accounts reached out to him back at the beginning of April and started pushing the files of one Harry J. Potter and how to get him recognized as an adopted son of Sirius Orion Black in the mundane world.

Then he gets news of the conspiracy against Sirius Black, he wanted to represent Black, but Black sent a message that he is just interested in the legal adoption of Harry Potter after the clearing of his name. He wants to make the procedure legal and binding in both the non-magical and magical world.

Barrister Tonks felt it was too much. But, as it turned out, the filing and adoption was a breeze. As though mother magic had willed the child to be acknowledged as a new son of the house of Black. He had the good fortune to be in the room where Barty Crouch Sn, former Minister of Magic Millicent Bagnold, and sadist and lunatic Barty Crouch Jr, were judged. The trials and clearing of the name of Sirius Black took place on the first day of May 1986. He could hardly believe the outcome of the trials. But, it was at this place that he meets Sirius Black and hands him the adoption papers in the mundane world.

Sirius nods and says to, as soon as possible, file the adoption at the Ministry of Magic. Ted mentions that he knows the time and the channel on how to get the notification and validation to stand. Ted then provides the cost of his services and Sirius just pressed his ring to the official statement, automatically covering the fee. Ted advised Sirius to go to the magical registry office on the 5th of May at 3:00 PM and he would get the entire paperwork for Harry becoming his son.

Sirius is ecstatic, but could only nod, and shortly after he sent out a letter. A letter that was not the business of Ted Tonks. Ted had plans, he was going to take his wife out for a lovely dinner in the newest hot spot in the Magical world, El Caldero and that was that.

Meanwhile,

Gringotts mail delivery sent a package to the magical archives, the package landed on the most stressed and underpaid worker close to the end of his shift. The man was already at the end of his wits. First, the most senior workers disappear and now a new magical vow has the man fearing for his magic. At the moment the man was too tired and unaware of a magical compulsion that made him just stamp everything in the package as reviewed and filed by the ministry records. The man believed he was going to die any second as he witnessed such a thing happen to his immediate boss. Surprised to still be alive and ready to be clock out, the man ran for the door. Behind him, by his stamp, Harry J. Potter was now the adopted child of one Sirius O. Black in any and all magical courts, and that was that.

At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,

Albus had returned from Brazil, after the annual reception for the International Confederation of Wizards. He hated Port-Keys. Ever since Fawkes had disappeared with Severus, he felt his magic change. Even the elder wand felt different, he just couldn't find why, but his magic was shifting. He knew that binding his magic to the Phoenix had its advantages, after the bird was gone, he knew he'd lost the connection and no matter how shaken he was, Fawkes was lost. Magic was shifting, Azkaban was lost, the death eaters were gone, and he was not a stranger to the fact that the last of the Wizengamot members had begun distancing themselves from him. Sadly the last of his contacts died when Alastor Moody's oath enforcement killed those workers better than Raid did to roaches. Albus knew he had to think of something and soon. Otherwise, he would have to start reading the Daily Prophet for information and that rag was useless.