34. Not So Secret Secret (2)

As soon as I showed up at the bank, Grotooth was quickly informed, and just as quickly, I was taken to his office.

Once there, we left pleasantries aside and started directly dealing with business.

"Grotooth, buy the Daily Prophet in my name, and cut the price of the print runs to half the price. Also have someone contact Narcissa Malfoy, and ask them to come as soon as possible.

Once the purchase is made, make an appointment with Rita Skeeter, and tell her that the Black heir will give you an interview. It will take place here, in Gringotts, in this room, if you don't mind." I finish, watching him hand an envelope to one of the nearby staff.

"Not a bother, Mr. Black. But if you prefer, I can reserve a better and more comfortable room for you. We have plenty of rooms for this type of meeting, and an interview can be done without any problems too." he says, calling an elf and handing over another envelope.

"Very good. I accept. Now it's just a matter of waiting." I say, settling into the comfortable chair.

The wait wasn't long, with Narcissa showing up no more than 15 minutes later, accompanied by her husband. He came with that cocky, smug look, like he was a king.

Narcissa looked a lot like the actress in the film, as did Lucio, but she had a rather worried look on her face, which detracted a little, but not much, from her beauty.

After the pair snuggled up in the office, Lucius Malfoy tried to say something, but I cut him right off, making him just listen with a face like he had feces in his mustache.

"Hello Cousin Narcissa, unfortunately, we met under unfortunate circumstances. It's a shame, as I'm absolutely sure there was a lot you could teach me. But that's ok, depending on your choice, these things can be resolved. And it will be here and now.

The question is quite simple, where will you be from now on, on your husband's side, or on your family's side? Her answer will determine how much pain her husband will suffer from the prepared surprises." I say it directly, with a beautiful smile.

"I don't understand this choice. My family also consists of my husband and son, so the question was not well formulated." she tries to argue.

"We're smart enough for that, but if you prefer, here's your choice, plain and clear. Are you a Malfoy or a Black?" this time, it's without the smile, just a cold stare.

"You are a fool, you cannot ask my wife what family she will follow, she has the birthright of Black blood, something you cannot take away at will." Lucio says, thinking he's the owner of the reason.

I just direct a dead stare at the worm. "Want to bet?" and I see his countenance literally change. If finding the king of the world was your mistake, and now, you'll pay for it.

"I am and always have been a Black. My marriage has always been a facade written by your crazy old grandmother. The only one I love is Draco, my son." she says coldly, looking straight into my eyes.

"I can, at that moment, break the contract, making you no longer his slave." I point Lucio, " or even the chains that bind you. The problem is your son, so see which side he chooses. If you lose your son, don't blame me later, just thank the man by your side, who you call husband."

I just look at Grotooth, who has remained silent until now. "Please, Grotooth, do the math on how much the Malfoys owe the Black family, with loans, agreements, and anything else, 10% of the total amount will be yours as compensation for the work."

At that moment, I saw Lucius jump to his feet, looking at me as if I were Voldemort himself, and his life was at the tip of my wand. He was between drawing his wand, and kneeling to ask for forgiveness.

It is at that moment that he understood his wife's words, when he presented this plan to her. Being the sensible person that she was, Narcissa warned him, that if things didn't go as he wanted, the losses would be too great.

Logical knowledge, when you create an enemy, the first thing to do is get to know him, but Lucio, thought that with his schemes at the Ministry, he would get away with anything that was presented against him.

But to his complete bad luck, forgetting how much his family took from his wife's family, to remain among the most relevant, went completely unnoticed for him.

Too bad regret doesn't kill.

Without giving the couple any chance, I just called a house elf, and asked her to take me away. I still needed to get in touch with Harry.

No big deal, just because this situation I didn't expect so soon, so the boy must be devastated, not to mention that some people will use this to tarnish his mother's name, even if she is innocent.

And most likely, if his uncles found out, they would most likely torment his life with it, making him go to a not very nice place in his mind.

As soon as I get home, I pack my things.

"Nina, go get Andromeda, ask her to meet me at number 4 Privet Drive, I'll be waiting for her there." my house-elf hurriedly Apparates as I turn to the other.

"Ask Loris to accompany us, the 3 of us are going to get Harry, and see if he prefers to stay with his uncles or with Andromeda, he can stay here too, which I even prefer." I had barely finished my sentence when I was teleported with the other elves to the street in question, appearing at the door of the house.

Glancing at the side window, still barred, I know the Weasleys haven't come for him yet, so I have time. A few seconds later, Andromeda appears at my side, and together, we ring the house bell.

A fat man, with a mustache, looking like Leôncio from the woodpecker, answers the door a little later.

"What do freaks want in my house?" his sentence was barely over, and a push threw him down the hall, making him hit his back against the wall, and he let out a "Uff" for losing air.

"Lena, bring Harry down here please tell him his brother Evans is waiting for him with our cousin." the elf ran upstairs to fetch the trapped boy, while Andromeda and I sat on the sofa.

What should I say, it sucked. It was deep because of the two meatballs with legs.