Leo took another sandwich and had a sip of tea. He carefully ate the sandwich, finished his cup of tea, and finally thought of something to say. "I suppose that would explain a few things, actually. I think I feel a bit better about the weird stuff. Also, it looks like I’m not on my own like I was before."
"Leo, you’re not on your own.” Harry jumped up. “There is new world open to you now which will give you more than you can imagine. Also, you have a foot in the old world, Viscount Pimlico, quite a big one and I’m not talking about your oversized steel capped boots."
Harry took a folded parchment from his jacket pocket. "Leo, you haven’t been free to move away from this or move into it because of your family, your father’s family that is. They were nearly all very magical, and they used it to enforce some rules that are holding you back right now. Generations ago they set up a rule over the life of their children which went along the lines of, 'If you have children and are not married to someone we approve of, your children will never be magical.' That applied to you, your mother and father never married, so your magic, that you inherited from Sirius, was stopped from showing up.
Curses like this go against nature so it started to break down. Each time the magic broke out, an alarm was set off in headquarters which said more or less, 'A person we don’t know about is doing magic.' This is how we found your name and we followed the connection to Sirius."
"You can claim your proper place in the magical world with this. Just read it out loud then sign at the bottom." Harry lay the parchment out in front of Leo.
I, Leo Sirius Blake, claim forever the rights and promises which are mine by the gift of my father, Sirius Orion Black.
I reject the restraints put on me by my ancestors and I repudiate the words spoken against me intended to limit and hinder the full expression of my true self.
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The Right Honourable, Viscount Pimlico
The Right Honourable, Lord Purbeck
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Leo read and re-read the few lines. "Is this all? No spells, chanting in secret languages or anything like that?"
Harry touched the parchment; "This is deeper than any spell. It is putting back in place what should always have been. Taking it away from you was wrong. You have inside of you all the authority needed to break the limits and restraints."
Harry offered Leo an old-fashioned fountain pen. Leo took the pen, "Another one, is this magical too?" Harry grinned and nodded; "Just say the words and sign. The ink is magical, it will appear bright blue and then turn black. It can’t be erased or changed. There are charms on the parchment, the ink and the pen which together will verify that it is really you who made the signature. If you want to be really old-fashioned, we can use a goose feather quill."
Leo gave a quick laugh and read out the statement and signed it. The ink turned from bright blue to black and nothing else happened. Leo gave the pen back to Harry and looked around; "Nothing seems to be different. What was supposed to happen?"
Harry looked serious; "Nothing straight away, all that has happened is that you have opened the door to your new life. You must go through and start learning how to do things in a new way, which in most cases is a very ancient and hidden way. You will need lessons on how to do it."
Harry patted Leo on the back; "Now, let’s tidy up some of your old life. We’ll go back to the workshop and pick up your Vincent. Arthur will have to find out that you won’t be his doormat anymore. My Mark 2 should be there by now and I already have the man I want working on it talking to Arthur. When you get back here you can ride into the mews workshop behind the house. The door will automatically open as you ride up to it."
The blue Bentley rolled up and stopped just as Harry and Leo went out the front door. As they rode away Leo asked as casually as he could, "I suppose the way all the doors open, and cars arrive just as you need them is magic." Harry smiled again; "Partly, our driver is Rhian, she is a witch. I have a mirror-phone which other people like Rhian listen in to when I’m on duty, it also shows them where I am and if I’m moving." Rhian looked over her shoulder at Leo and smiled. The device Harry held up was the shape of a mobile phone, but it looked just like a mirror. "This is a mirror-phone, it’s a purely magical communication device and a mobile phone. All in one. You can pick one up from the Weasleys. That should be fun. They are some of the people I will get to help you with your lessons." Harry choked, snorted, and laughed out loud. Leo didn’t quite know what to make of that.
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