Heir of Hogwarts
By
Sannikex
Prologue
You know who I am by my title. Jane Potter, Heir of Hogwarts, but who knows who I really am? Very few. I intend to tell you a pelicular story, the story about my life. Many have claimed it tragic. I must remind you the most part of my life has been delightful. I tell you because I hope that you will learn something from it. Maybe how important your friends are, how it feels to discover true love, have it and then loose it. I can tell, I can tell you things no now living human can tell you. And I only wish that you get what's important. I write this because there are too many speculations about what really happened in my lifetime and I write it to clarify certain things that have been twisted into unbelievable tales. I am to tell the truth and only the truth and then leave you to deem for yourself if you have the compassion to understand, the courage to not hide from truth and the ability to laugh together with me, cry, scream and bleed together with me. This is not a fiction, nor it is a biography. It is the truth.
Jane Elizabeth Potter
16th of March
1960
The cold wind was doing it's best to keep England in the winter's claws when it hunted the last listless snowdrifts over the brown last year grass. Some daring snowdrops huddled close to the wall of St: Mungo's hospital. The milky white skies made the dull waiting room even more colourless and the few people in it were all staring at some point at the wall.
The door was opened and a woman in lime green uniform stepped in.
"Twins, Mr. Potter." A man with dark blonde hair and chestnut brown eyes raised rapidly, his expensive robes swirling around him.
"What?" If his mother had heard him she would not have been pleased that he lost all his manners in front of commoners.
"Twins, Mr. Potter. Congratulations." The respected wizard just gaped and managed a bleak "Twins?"
"Yes, Mr. Potter, a boy and a girl, both very lovely. Now come with me..." The nurse said briskly and led the dumbfounded man with her down the corridor towards room number 25. The man she called Mr. Potter entered and faced a beautiful woman in the hospital bed.
"Harold!" She greeted him and smiled, showing all of her perfect teeth. Harold Potter seemed to get his power of speech back.
"Elizabeth, Merlin how you scared me! Two weeks early and with no one but the house elves home!" The woman with raven hair and blue eyes chided him gently,
"The house elves were very helpful and effective. Now why don't you come and look at our children?" Harold went over to his wife and suddenly the nurse was there again, shoving him down in a chair so he could hold both his babies at the same time.
When the bundles in his lap moved it hit him that he was the father of them, they depended on him. With a tender feeling rising in his chest he smiled at his wife.
"Now we can use both the names we settled for." Elizabeth only reached out for one of her babies and Harold carefully lifted one of them over.
He noted that it was his son since the tiny wrist had a blue ribbon tied around it.
"Welcome to the world James Harold Potter." His wife whispered softly and he followed her action by looking down on his daughter and whisper just as gently, "Welcome to the world Jane Elizabeth Potter."