Godfather and Godson

Chapter 61: Roadside Attack

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"I can't believe you did that," Sirius voiced once they met back at the family Manor. He just came from his formal lunch with the Malfoys and the very risky secret session with Cissy.

"I know you are mad," Harry tried to comfort, as he did go against all the plans they made of staying in the shadows. "But...."

"What? I am not mad," the older wizard answered in perplexity, then smacking him on the back, he exclaimed. "That was bloody awesome, pup. You are a real pro inside the political field. So much better than me."

"Come on," Harry said, "you are the one who came up with the plot to overthrow Dumbledore."

"Yea, but you got someone on your side as Chief Warlock, got all the Death Eaters lined up to be executed, and got me my trial!"

"Mmm, well once you put it like that, I guess I am pretty awesome," he said with a grin.

"Now you did get Tobias Nott as your enemy, show a bit of your true self to Dumbledore, and display how competent you are," the man flipped his tune at the stop of his head.

"Ahhh... yes, I think I did," he slowly nodded his head, seeing the trade off he made today.

"Well who cares," Sirius smiled, "Tobias was going to be our enemy anyways, Dumbledore will find out someday we were behind all his misfortune, and it's better to show your fangs to those heartless lot."

Nodding his head along, Harry accepted all that his godfather had to say, he might look like a silly clown on the outside lusting after women all the time but he had a shrewd and cunning head just like his cousin and all his other family members. He might deny it as much as he wants, but he is a Black deep down inside.

Suddenly running into the living room they were standing in was Tobry who had a worried look on his face and a small piece of parchment in his hand.

"What wrong, Tobry?" Harry asked, not liking the look on his face.

"I just got word from the Matriarch of the Greenhill tribe. Our cargo transport of magical plants and herbs has been raided and stolen!"

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Standing right outside a warehouse deep within the shadows of an alcove, Harry glanced all over the place with Magic Sight to see if it was the correct place. Immediately he spotted over two dozens magical signatures coming from inside.

If this was it with 25 wizards acting all suspicious as they gathered up inside a long abandoned warehouse then he didn't know what was.

Recalling the conversation he had with Tobry his blood begin to boil and he prepared himself.

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"What?" Harry and Sirius asked in surprise as they couldn't believe what their ears were hearing.

"We were exporting the fourth shipment of goods when some bandits," he spat out, "killed the brownies and the few guards with them, then stole all their handwork!"

Taking a soothing breath to calm his livid heart, he asked, "Why wasn't there a better guard detail to prevent this from happening?"

"My lord, I never expected someone would dare attack our very own people and steal from us! We are the Earls of Powys."