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Harry woke the next morning and sighed. Like he'd expected hardly any presents sat on his room. A tawny owl sat on his dresser a small package attached to its leg. Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes. The owl clicked its beak impatiently, holding out its leg. Harry swung his legs of the bed and deposited his wand in his jeans pocket. Hedwig still wasn't back it seemed. He wasn't surprised, she was probably hunting voles.
Harry stumped over to the dresser and tugged the package of the owl which hooted indignantly. He ignored it and threw the parcel onto his bed, before chivvying it out of the window again. The owl flew over the chimneys of Privite Drive and into the early morning sky. Harry turned back to his bed and flopped down again before dragging the package towards him. It was neatly wrapped but looked old and yellowing. The brown wrapping paper had faded slightly and the writing was barely readable. The curly script written on the front the didn't recognise. It was foreign but so similar he could almost taste it. Maybe it was like a friends or perhaps a Professor. Not Snape. Definitely not Snape. His writing was spiky and prickly, a bit like him. Harry had seen enough of it on his essays along with large D's.
With the greatest care, Harry opened the browning paper and emptied it onto the bed spread. A ring along with a letter fell out. The ring was finely wrought and had some sort of insignia on it. An embossed 'P' was set onto a large ruby. Delicate silver inlay swirled around the outside of the stone. All in all it was beautiful. Harry turned it over and over in his hand in amazement. It held a sort of aura to it. A feeling of power and, oddly enough, peace.
The letter was the same, yellow crinkled as the wrapping paper had been. A stamp of wax held it shut. The stamp was made from the ring he'd just placed in a bedside draw. A perfectly carved 'P' in the wax. Gently, he broke the seal and unfurled the letter. The same curly script appeared it flowed across the page in neat little swirls. He was intrigued to say the least. The letter read as follows:
To my dearest son Harry,
If you are reading this today, I have passed from this world with your father James. Be it from natural causes or Voldemort we are gone and for that I'm sorry,
You must understand what I'm about to tell you as it is of the up-most importance. You are a Lord. Not the bowing and scrapping kind of Lord. If we have gone you are the Head of the Potter family. This is a large title in its self to be head of a family, it's a responsibility. You will inherit all our wealth. What you have now is just a fraction, less than a quarter. It was your trust for Hogwarts and now you are of age the entirety of the Potter money is yours.
Bear this title well Harry and make us proud. Sirius will help you if he still lives, you will always have friends Harry. Don't push people away. The Order of the Phoenix will always be there for you.
Make us proud Harry. Make everyone proud. We know you will always strive for the light. Don't lose hope Harry always believe in hope and love and the light. If you don't the wizarding world is doomed to fall.
We will always love you and are watching from above.
Love always,
Your Mother
Harry blinked. He stared at his mothers letter in wonderment. He was head of a family. Not that it meant much. He was the only Potter left but still, it was a lot to take in. He shook himself and stood up again. It was still early morning, the pinks and oranges flitted across the sky in a rainbow effect. The thin, shabby curtains did little to stop the light entering the room. Harry sighed. It seemed he needed to make a visit to Gringotts. He settled on his resolve and began to pick at a loose thread on his pillowcase. It had been a long and tiresome two weeks with the Dursleys. The had been avoiding him like the plague at all costs. Not that he really minded, it was more the principal of the matter at hand. He was rich, very rich by the sound of it and he was neutral about it all.
Harry sat at his desks and browsed his homework situation. There was still a month before he boarded the Hogwarts express and he's already done most of his homework due too sheer boredom. Hermione would have been proud. The only thing left was his half finished potions essay. He swore Snape would have a mental breakdown this year. After all, he'd been more snarky and rude last year in an attempt to put Harry of. Harry snorted lightly and rolled up the parchment again. The 'properties of the wolfs bane potion and its uses' could wait. It wasn't like Harry really cared about Snape's mental health anyhow. God knows Snape didn't care what happened to Harry.
As he ran circles around in his head another letter was fast approaching. A barn owl was flying at breakneck speed over the perfectly mown lawns of the neighbour hood. Harry glanced up in time to see it saw through his window and land with a clatter on Hedwig's cage. Harry reared backwards of his chair, letting it fall to the floor with a loud thump. He glared daggers at the owl perched on the cage before stalking over and whipping it out of its beak and waving an impatient hand at it. If an owl could have raised an eyebrow this owl would have done it. Harry seized a few treats from his Hedwig food stocks and shoved them at the owl which nibbled them, then ruffled it feathers at him. It reminded Harry of Pompous Percy Weasley.
After several irritating minutes, the owl took of again and swooped in to the summer air. Harry held a hand to his forehead where the started of a headaches were sending prickly spikes through his skull. The letter was still clutched in his hand. Creasing the paper slightly. A large green 'M' was printed across the envelope along with the Ministry seal. Harry didn't hesitate this time to just tear open the letter and read. It was short and to the point. Just as he liked it:
Dear Mr Potter,
You are hereby invited to the reading of the will of Sirius Black. We apologise for the lateness in this announcement. The reading will take place at 3.00 at Gringotts back later today.
Yours sincerely,
Geraldine Spinnet
Head of the Department of magical documents.
Well, that settled it. He was headed for Diagon Alley today and he wasn't returning. He was leaving the Dursleys for good. Wouldn't they be pleased.
Harry sniggered under his breath and pulled his wand out of his pocket and began to pack his things non-to-neatly into his trunk. He kept a pair of robes Lupin had bought him last Christmas and shrank Hedwig's cage, placing it in-between his invisibility cloak and one of his textbooks. He finally slammed his trunk lid down and changed into his robes, leaving the tatty clothes he had been wearing in a heap by his bed. After seizing the Gryffindor tie and stuffing it a pocket, he shrank the entire trunk and dropped it into his pocket. After locking the window and checking everywhere around his room, he pocketed his wand and made his way to the door of his long-time bedroom and sanctuary.
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