Disclaimers:

This not for profit… not original work… characters and world belong to Rowling, I'm just borrowing Potter-verse and wrecking havoc across it.

This work is written on down times at work when I'm bored out of my mind.

This is not my main focus it is a plot bunny that has distracted me from my book that I'm working on.

*Arivinda is an Indian name that means Lotus that has been altered slightly.

Chapter 1 The Potter Heir

There was little contact between the sisters, Lily and Petunia, even before they married men of opposite tastes and back grounds. Even with this each would send announcements of major life events and Christmas cards if nothing else. So Lily knew of her nephew, Dudley, and Petunia knew of the birth of Lily's little girl, Arivinda* Evans-Potter. Lily even added that her husband has been pranking those around them into assuming the child, nick named Ari, was a boy. Few knew the truth. Petunia also knew that they were going into hiding and who to contact if anything went wrong. That was the extent of it until Petunia opened the door to fetch the milk and found her niece along with a note about "Harry Potter". Obviously something had gone wrong.

Petunia picked up the sleeping child and told her husband to watch their baby; she was going to take care of some things down town. The look on her face told Vernon not to question her until she returned. There was a bank in London that her sister told her to go to, and a specific manager to talk to. She walked in to the building with the baby in her arms and walk to one of the tellers.

"I am Petunia Dursley. I must speak with Director Sharp immediately."

The teller looked at her and directed her to a waiting room while she spoke to the director. The teller came back in within moments, looking flustered and escorted the two into the Director's private office. Petunia set the basket by her chair in front of Director Sharp's desk. A middle aged man sat behind the desk with a concerned look on his face.

"How may I help you Ms. Dursley?"

Petunia flushed and sighed, "My sister told me that if anything were to go wrong that I was to come to this bank and speak with you."

"And who may I ask is your sister?"

"Lady Lily Potter."

The director paled, "The child?"

"According to the note attached to the bassinette, my sister and her husband were killed last night, this is the Potter Heir. "

The bank manager crossed himself, causing Petunia to start. "This child is already hailed as the savior or the wizarding world, because of this child all of England is free of the terror of a mad man. What do you need of me?"

Petunia took a deep breath. "Lily told me that she made many arrangements that if she were to die would be in her will. I would like to request an official reading of her and her husband's will."

At that Director Sharp gave a sad smile, "That is the best thing that you could do; you see only a select few people may request a will reading in the wizarding world. One that may is a blood relative. I must call one of the bank's house elves to retrieve the will. Tibby!"

A pop brought in the small wrinkled elf in a bank uniform. "How may Tibby help Director Sharp today?"

"First locate and bring me the Potter wills, then locate all beneficiaries and see that they are brought to the wizards lobby. Let us know when they are all there."

The house elf popped out then back in within moments with the papers in hand. Upon delivering the papers vanished once more.

"While Tibby is doing that I would like to speak with you about your account with us."

Petunia looked bewildered, "I don't have one with you."

The Director smile, "Ah but you do. Your sister set one up for you to activate upon your arrival in this office. She thought that were you to ever need help enough to take her advice she should have something set for you were you problems financial. You currently have ten thousand pounds set aside in that account so that you may get out of financial trouble or leave the country if needed."

Petunia was shocked; her sister had set everything up so that they wouldn't have to worry if anything ever went wrong. She thought they barely tolerated each other.

While this knowledge set in Tibby popped back into the room. "Everyone is now here. Messrs Black, Lupin and Petegrew are currently bound to their chairs to keep them from harming each other."