A/N Hey guys! Second chapter in two days, not bad! I want to thank anotherboarduser for their amazing review that had so much detail and gave me a lot to think about. Thank you! Please review and tell me what you think, helpful criticism much appreciatedxxx
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter I am just another wannabe JK Rowling who fills that empty space by writing fanfiction!
Chapter 2
'Gringrotts'
He couldn't believe it. He had never got a letter from Gringrotts before so this was quite exciting. He quickly opened the sealed envelope and pulled out the letter. It said:
To Mr Harold James Potter,
This letter is to inform you of a summoning to Gringrotts bank to receive The Heir Ritual to Mr Sirius Black and the Most Ancient and Noble house of Black.
You are also called to the reading of the will of Mr James Potter and Mrs Lilly Potter (nee Evans). This, until recently has been sealed by someone without authority to do so. Further information will be given at the meeting tomorrow at 9o'Clock sharp.
Please send a reply so we know whether or not you can make it.
Gringrotts
Wow. That was a lot to take in. Wait? Sirius wanted to pronounce himheir to his family's line? Also that his parents will has been sealed by someone without the authority to do so. That frustrated and worried him slightly.
Then there was another problem. How in the name of Merlin's fluffy beard was he going to get into London tomorrow? He would have to ask his Uncle. He knew that he would have to do extra chores for the whole summer but he knew that this was important. He slowly walked downstairs and cautiously entered the living room.
'Uncle Vernon?' he said timidly.
'Hmrph' was the grunted reply he got, signalling he was listening but didn't really care. Harry got this often.
'I've been summoned to Gri-The Bank for my people tomorrow at nine. Do you think you could drive me there?' he asked flinching slightly hoping he didn't hit him. He was used to this, if Harry ever asked for something that didn't benefit his Uncle in any way he was hit and told to go to his room with no food for a week. This was why Harry was so skinny.
'YOU EXPECT ME TO DRIVE YOU ALL THE WAY TO LONDON, FOR YOU FREAK?' he shouted jumping out of his stupor and waking the whole neighbourhood. Harry was used to this reaction and so quickly added,
'I'll do extra chores for the rest of the summer and won't bother you again.'
'Can't one of your FREAK friends take you? Wave their magic sticks and POOF you're there!' he spat back. Harry bit his lip and stopped himself from retaliating. He knew that if he lost his temper now he wouldn't get anywhere and he knew this was a really important thing.
'Fine. Be at the door completely ready at 8 no later. I'm not bringing you home though, you'll have to find your own way back. Even if you have to walk, and if you do, don't disturb us if there aren't any lights on. Stay on the porch and knock in the morning.' Dursley said sitting back down with an obvious dismissal. Harry raced back upstairs and scribbled a note to Gringrotts saying he'd be there and sat down on his bed. This was a new opportunity and he wasn't going to let it slide. He soon fell into a restless sleep as he waited for the morning to come.
Harry woke at seven and quickly threw himself into the shower. He put on some of Dudley's old, baggy clothes and rushed downstairs to make breakfast. After eating a stale piece of bread he ran upstairs, grabbed his wand and his letter from Gringrotts and ran downstairs. He stopped in front of the door and looked at the clock on the wall. 7:59. Just in time. 8o'Clock ticked into place and his Uncle's walrus figure came stomping around the corner.
'Into the car Boy, now.' He growled obviously displeased about this arrangement. Harry clambered into the back seat and listened and he heard his Uncle start up the car. He thought of Ron probably just waking up to the smell of a Full English breakfast ready to stuff himself to the brim and then look forward to a day of nothing but Quidditch. He watched the houses and streets rolling passed and sighed, wishing that his situation would change.
In London his Uncle dropped him off and immediately sped off, not wanting to waste more of his time on his worthless freak of a nephew. Harry ran towards the Leaky Cauldron and straight through, tapping his wand on the brick and rushing through the doors of Gringrotts just as the large clock chimed 9.
As he got his breath back he saw Griphook coming towards him with a small smile on his face. Griphook led him towards the back of the lobby and through some doors into a consultation room. He immediately saw Sirius and ran towards him giving him a short hug.
'Sirius! I didn't think I'd see you for ages! But then this letter came and all this happened.' Sirius cut him off.
'Woah Pup! I'm glad to see you too.' He said ruffling his already messy hair. Harry then saw someone else he had hoped to see.
'Professor Lupin!' he said walking towards him. His face lit up in a big smile feeling as though this was going to be good. 'What are you doing here?'
'Honestly I don't really know. I got a letter saying I needed to be present for the reading of your parent's will.' He said with a weak smile. He looked frail and older than normal and looked as if the tiniest of winds could blow him over. Harry's face obviously showed the question as Lupin leaned in and whispered.
'It was full moon last night.'
Harry gave a small nod of his head and a sympathetic look. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to go through that every month. He looked around and saw another couple standing in the corner as well and Neville and his Grandmother. He walked over to them.
'Hi Neville. Ms Longbottom. What are you doing here?' he asked politely having heard about Neville's legendary Grandmother.
'We are here for the reading of Mr and Mrs Potter, your parents. There was something in the will for my Son and his Wife and as they are...unavailable I was granted permission to be here for the reading.' Ms Longbottom said with a proud look and a sad smile.
Griphook then came in through the doors with a large scroll of parchment.
'All those who are here for the reading of Mr and Mrs Potter's will please come forward.' Everyone walked forward and took the seats that had been placed out in the room.
'I will now read the will:
This is the final will and testimony of Mr James Potter and Mrs Lilly Potter (nee Evans).
'To our good friends Andromeda Tonks and Theodore Tonks we leave 50,000 Galleons and hope that they will find happiness even when things are rough.
To our beloved friends Frank and Alice Longbottom we leave 50,000 Galleons and tell them to always remember the laughs and love that was shared.
To our friend Remus Lupin we leave 75,000 Galleons and tell him to believe in himself and others. We tell him 'Life is sad without trust, and though we worry about putting faith in the wrong person, never forget that no one is perfect.'
To our dearest friend Sirius Black we leave 80,000 Galleons and remind him that not all of it is to be spent on worthless things. Remember, money can't buy happiness but love can.
And finally, to our son Harry James Potter, we leave everything else, including the Potter Properties, vaults and the title of Lord Potter.
James and Lily Potter.
Harry quickly wiped away his tears and looked around as he saw everyone else do that as well. He stood as he was told and walked over to Sirius as he saw everyone else was leaving. Griphook called them over to perform the Heir Ritual.
'Please stand in front of this table,' asked Griphook. Harry looked at the table to see a blank silver ring on top of it as well as a silver knife.
'I will prick both your fingers and I ask you to allow a drop of your blood to fall on top of the rings. I then ask you to answer the questions with I Do when I ask them.' Griphook said whilst picking up the knife. He pricked Harry's index finger and watched as Harry let a drop of blood fall onto the silver ring. He then asked Harry:
'Do you accept Lord Black request upon becoming the Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble house of Black?'
'I do.'
Griphook then pricked Sirius' finger and allowed him to squeeze a drop of blood onto the ring.
'Do you agree once more to Harry James Potter becoming the Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black?'
'I do.'
The ring burned white all of a sudden and then appeared again on the table but with the Black House Crest upon it outlined it Gold. Griphook picked it up and placed it on Harry's right ring finger.
'Congratulations. Before you celebrate, Mr Potter you have a few other things to take care of. He said with a smirk and clicked his clawed fingers. Another scroll flew into his hand and a two boxes fell in the other. A large trunk appeared behind him as well.
He handed the scroll to Harry and he slowly unravelled it. It said:
To my son Harry James potter I also leave my trunk full of items I hope he will find useful. Below is a list of all the Potter properties and money.
Properties:
Potter Manor- South Scotland /300,000 Galleons
Apartment in Retro Building- East London/ £400~700 Galleons
Cottage- North England/ 100,000 Galleons
Money:
2,755,000 Galleons 2,790 Sickles and 990 Knuts
As well as other personal items, gems, diamonds, portraits and jewellery.
Harry looked up from the sheet with wide eyes. He was this rich yet he was forced to wear Dudley's old hand-me-downs. He looked at Griphook with disbelief written all over his face. Griphook just held out one of the boxes.
'Your ring, Lord Potter.'
Harry came forward and looked into the box. There was a golden ring with the Potter House Crest on it outlined in Black. He tenderly picked it up and placed it on the same finger as his Black Ring. There was a flash as the two rings joined together and then a gong sound and a white light passed completely over Harry's body.
'What was that?' He asked Griphook immediately.
'As a Lord you are now considered a fully grown wizard. Congratulations.'
Harry looked around and noticed that he was feeling a little different. He knew he shouldn't ask but curiosity got the better of him.
'What's in the other box?'
Griphook stopped and asked them to sit down. He told them how it was prophesised that one day the Heirs of the Four Founders would once again reunite.
'In this box, Lord Potter. Is your final ring. Your ring as the rightful heir of Slytherin.'
A/N Oooooh Cliffie! Sorry! How did you like that? I'm really getting into the story now. I understand that this story is going to be a bit like Harry Potter and The Four Heirs but I'm really not trying to copy. I loved that book and it really inspired me. So please don't think I'm copying as it is going to be different. There will be some things that are pretty much the same such as...(spoilers) Their Familiars but that is (hopefully) it. As I said at the beginning please review or even message me I would love to hear your feedback. Love you!xxx