Chapter 035

"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 Prophet 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 its existence to those who were not magical. It made him wonder why these solicitors actually made the Daily Prophet available for reading.

Those thoughts left him when he touched the newspaper and his fingertips began to tingle with the 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 its smaller size...

He shook his head, dispelling his thoughts and possible theories on the magic 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 Prophet, 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. 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.

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.

A good thing too, 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 in time to see Theodore Tonks open the door and walk 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 Prophet 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 permission from someone inside.

The room looked like every office he had ever seen. The carpet was colored beige, and the walls and ceiling were a light cream. A book shelf sat next to a filing cabinet at one end of the office, while a window with its 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 regal and aristocratic, reminiscent of 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.

Like her husband, she wore a business suit, dark black 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'd never seen this woman before—and he would know—Harry thought she looked very familiar. Not in the way of someone he had met but did not remember, but more like he'd seen someone who looked similar. 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 probably hadn't been expecting the person who hired her to be so young, much like her husband, Harry mused. Or perhaps her husband had told her and she had not believed him. Not that he could fault her 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 and had to be upheld or the one who took the oath would lose all their magic, thereby becoming a squib, a muggle born to magical parents but had no magic to speak of. It was one of the highest forms of oath taking one could make—second to unbreakable oaths—and not to be done lightly.

"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 saw Andromeda's brow furrowing further and could almost see her thoughts. On 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.

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