The Contract

Chapter 74

"What's wrong?" Michael asked his sister, seeing that she was still sitting with the same letter in her hand from half an hour ago. She did look rather confused, "Has someone said something to upset you?" very protective of his sister.

"No, no, nothing like that, the Grangers have gotten in touch, begging for direction." Mavis admitted, "I suppose I did promise to help them if they ever needed it. I just didn't expect them to need that help."

"Have they not said what sort of direction they require?" the Lord asked, plating up his breakfast curiously.

"No, not at all," Mavis sighed, "I guess I should head to see them, help if I can." She had nothing against Muggles, and honestly, she shouldn't really be surprised they needed help, Muggles were so cut off from their children nearly all year.

"They're dentists, aren't they? Best go now then, far as I know those places open up very early." Lord Michael McMahon pointed out, they didn't need dentists, per se, healers were able to do the trick. Their profession sounded barbaric to him, but a lot of the Muggle world did the same.

"Yes, I suppose I should," she agreed, luckily, she'd already eaten, and depending on what was going on...she may end up late for work. Luckily, she wasn't inspecting anywhere today, so that had at least been fortuitous good timing. "I'll see you later," she said, standing up, both of them were inspectors, so he could explain for her if she was late.

Spinning with a crack, she found herself on the street, the Granger home she recalled, was a few doors down. Without delay, she made a hasty stalk to the door, luckily the curtains and blinds were already open. She wouldn't want to disturb them.

Knocking firmly on the door, she stepped back and waited.

Monica was clearly surprised to see her, but the relief outweighed that, "Mavis, I didn't expect you to call in so soon. Please, come in!" relieved beyond belief, maybe now things would make sense for them.

"Thank you, you didn't elaborate much in your letter?" she said, as she went into the kitchen again. This time it was immaculate, they kept a very tidy house.

"Oh, I can't make much sense of the situation myself," Monica sighed, "Our daughter wants to sue someone for assaulting her?"

Mavis straightened up, "Oh?" she prompted the Muggle to continue. To reveal what she knew before she spoke.

"A boy called Harry Potter, apparently he cast a blasting curse on her?" Monica admitted, "Surely, such things aren't allowed at Hogwarts?" scared at what she was leaving her daughter to.

"Our daughter wants us to send her...a great deal of money for a lawyer," Wendell informed her, joining the conversation. Handing over a cup of coffee the way the witch liked it, recalling it from the worst days of their lives.

"And she specifically informed you that it was assault?" Mavis queried.

"It wasn't?" Monica asked, eyeing the witch closely, "You know something...please, can you tell us?" anxiety crawling up her spine.

"What do you know about Harry Potter?" she asked, leaning forward.

"Nothing, just what our daughter has been telling us," Wendell said, rubbing his unshaven jaw.

She nodded, "Harry Potter is very well known in our world, when he was one and a half years old, he survived an attack that was thought impossible. There is a spell known as the killing curse, it kills everything it touches, there are no shields, no known magical way to prevent the spell hitting you. Harry survived that, his parents did not, he was sent to the only other family he had left...which was very unusual, magical children aren't normally send to Muggles to live. They're normally send to live with their closest magical blood relative."