Law! What is it good for!?

"So, our potential lawyers want to meet here...? Why?" Harry queries as Kali has him apparate to some country house in the middle of nowhere.

"They said they didn't want to meet the 'Boy-Who-lived' in public, which is a rational decision considering things. They did jump on the probes I sent out for your lawyer, so be on your toes for an ambush, they may be Death Eaters for all we know."

Harry rolls his shoulders, "That's fine, I've been feeling stifled in the school anyway. Do you want to knock or should I?" he asks while letting Nanthisk slither away to scout the area out.

"Why, feeling nervous Master?" she smiles, stepping forwards and rapping her knuckles on the door.

...

Footsteps sound and the door opens, revealing a pale man with blonde hair and cloudy grey eyes. "Ah, you must be Harry and...?" he trails off, looking to Kali.

"Sofia Baker," she shakes his hand, "Are you our 'enterprising' lawyer?"

He chuckles lightly and rubs the back of his neck, "That'd be both me and my wife, come, I'll put the kettle on."

They enter the house and follow the man to the kitchen where a small dinner table lay and a pretty woman with black hair sat. She immediately smiles at harry and stands, "It's great to finally meet you, Harry, I was beginning to think you'd never been seen again. No thanks to that insipid codger." she sighs. "I'm Andromeda Tonks, and this is Ted, my husband."

"Am I supposed to know you?"

"Well, you would if your parents were still around, my condolences. I'm actually your cousin on your father's side, one of the few that are still alive and somewhat sane, in my humble and completely unbiased opinion. You're lucky it was us who sought a meeting with you first."

"Why? Because everyone wants me dead or as a puppet?" he grumbles, uncaring if they were related to him or not. It wasn't as if they'd actually done anything for him.

"Well, yes... Basically." she shrugs, "Famous or not, you're still a half-blood, which automatically disadvantages you in any court proceeding."

"Worry not though, we've got a lot of experience dealing with our frankly bigoted government. Speaking of which, this is about a trademark dispute of some kind?"

Harry sits and rests his face on his chin, Kali taking the seat next to him, "I wouldn't call my name a trademark. You know what I'm talking about since you've engaged with it too," he gestures at the shelf where a couple 'Harry Potter and the blah-blah' books were placed.

Ted quirks a brow, "You want to sue the publishers?"

"I want to sue the publishers, distributors, writers, editors... Everyone. I didn't consent to them using my name, and I haven't seen a single penny from any of the sales." he states frankly.

"They must've received permission somewhere... Your guardian must have given to them." Andromeda remarks.

"My magical guardian at that time was Dumbledore." he growls, "That's changed, and now I want the books either removed or the ninety percent profit that's owed to me."

Ted squeezes the bridge of his nose, "I'm sorry but, that's not how it works... I don't think it will be possible for us to retroactively remove permissions."

"Apologies, but couldn't we take this another way? Sue Dumbledore for facilitating the abuse Harry went through? After that you can argue that the commercial permission was unlawfully given?" Kali questions.

...

"Perhaps, but we'd need evidence that Dumbledore was responsible... From what I heard, at the most he'd be guilty of neglect, allowing Harry to go missing for a number of years?"

"Harry, show them what your relatives did to you after Dumbledore left you in their care." Kali all but commands, prompting the reluctant boy to stand and show off his scarred upper body.

Kali turns her attention to the shocked couple, "They beat, starved, humiliated, and tortured him. If it weren't for the fact that they have already perished in a fire I'd feel the need to reciprocate the pain they inflicted. All of this under Dumbledore's 'supposed' care."

...

"I think we may have a case here, but we'd require more evidence..." Andromeda says, tearing her eyes from Harry's scars. "Witnesses, primarily. We could use memories but they aren't as valued due to the ease with which they are modified. Veritasium is also a possibility, but Harry's age makes even that difficult."

The kettle starts hissing, prompting Ted to get up and attend to it.

"I know having Dumbledore arrested is impossible, I just want control of the books. Surely that's doable? They literally have my face and name on them!" Harry angrily says.

"Hey, what's the racket!? You guys know I've gotta get up super early tomorrow!" a feminine voice exclaims from upstairs, the person shuffles down and steps into the room in just her underwear, simple pair of black panties and a bra.

She was a pretty woman on the cusp of adulthood, with a toned and obviously trained physique with strangely purple hair, that flashes pink as soon as she notices that it wasn't just her parents present.

"Nymphadora Tonks! Put on some clothes! We have guests!" Andromeda angrily shouts, causing the girl to yelp and rush back upstairs. "Sorry about that, she's a bit of a slob when she gets comfortable."

"Nym! Do you want some tea?" Ted shouts to his daughter.

"No!"

"And you two?"

"Black coffee, and Harry here will have a tea, two sugars."

"Your daughter's hair changed colour." Harry idly asks, confused. Did she have some sort of beauty charm or something?

"Ah, she's always had that. She's what they call a Metamorphmagus, someone who's naturally talented in altering their body." Andromeda says.

"I'd say the ability is akin to an 'On-demand self-transfiguration'. That girl, I've seen her give herself cat ears to try and impress a boy..." Ted amusedly shakes his head.

"I see," Harry utters, but Kali could see the glint of a forming scheme in his eyes.