The Contract

Chapter 135

It was to no surprise that Aurelius cancelled his meeting, and met up with them at the end of the street. The street sign was old and grime filled, but the street itself was rather clean for a muggle area. They didn't have magic to clean up entire streets at the flick of a wand. No, muggles required people cleaning everything and it took time and money. This was a good street compared to some of the areas (and councils) let get dreadfully dirty.

"I never thought I'd see the day where a Black would purchase a townhouse in a prominent muggle area." Aurelius confessed, "Perhaps that's what made it a perfect place to raise your heirs without fear of them being taken."

"It's a nine-bedroom four-bathroom townhouse," Harry said, staring up at it, the area was a little bleak looking then again it had just been raining. Even Hogsmeade and Diagon alley's cobblestones looked bleak after it rained. "It does stand out compared to the rest of the Black properties."

"Let's go see inside," Rabastan stated, the first to start moving, but once they got to the stairs, Rabastan stopped. He could feel the magic emanating from that property, and not a lot of it was friendly. "My magic is practically screaming at me to leave." And he didn't normally not listen to his magic.

"Orion told me about all the spells that were up," Harry said, shifting the piece of paper over to Aurelius', "Can you do it or will we need Bill?" luckily Bill was back, although, from what he could remember from his conversation a few days ago, Bill would be leaving on September, when Hogwarts started back up.

"I am more than capable of dispersing these spells," Aurelius' declared, deeply offended by the thought of needing his partner to help them. He was the most powerful wizard alive.

Which fortunately, was actually true, it took only a few moments for Aurelius' immense power to begin dismantling the wards Orion had around the property. Only able to do so, so seamlessly due to the fact he knew the order to dispel them in. Anyone else would have been blasted to smithereens by the traps laid within the layers of wards.

"I now have a new and healthy respect for Orion Black," Aurelius murmured, stepping back, inhaling sharply, "I shall be taking some of his ideas on as my own, rather ingenious really." And it took a lot to impress him, especially given his capabilities. He would have been a terrifying opponent to go against, he had truly underestimated the Black family.

He shouldn't have, because Bellatrix was just one of the many that showcased just how badass Black's were. It was just truly unfortunate that she wasn't quite all there, the Black madness was too much for the witch to bear.

"He's awesome," Harry nodded enthusiastically, he probably spent more time talking to Orion and Dorea than Sirius had his entire life. No exaggeration, when he had free time, as limited as it often was, he would talk to them.

"Sirius would tell you otherwise," Rabastan murmured, and it wasn't out of spite, or petulance that Harry spent time with the portraits, just the truth. Although, to be fair, their relationship was better now than it had ever been when they were alive. It was just too bad it had to be that way, really, Rabastan didn't want to think of what he'd be like if not for his father.

Harry shrugged, "His loss," because Orion was awesome, although the wizard had said it wasn't just Sirius' fault to be fair. It had been a culmination of a lot of different things, but he was just glad they had managed to clear the air.

With that Harry stalked up the stairs, and unlocked the door with a simple alohomora. Which naturally, wouldn't have worked if the spells hadn't been removed first. Orion had truly thought of everything, his first impression...left a lot to be desired.

"Yuk!" Harry said, looking around, "This place is disgusting, was it in a fire?"

"Not that we are aware of," Aurelius' in complete agreement with Harry, it was rather disgusting.