Disclaimer: Do we have to put this on every chapter? It's just annoying because everyone knows that I. Don't. Own. Harry. Potter.
She was shocked. There was a fair amount of galleons to last a couple of lifetimes. But that wasn't what shocked her. It wasn't that there was a huge stack of spell-books and muggle novels (which she loved to read). It wasn't the jars upon jars of mysterious substances. It was the chest. The chest was big. It was a color she couldn't place. It wasn't yet grey but not yet blue. It had a letter on it addressed to her. It had a beautiful swooping handwriting. She immediately recognized it as her mother's. Without even reading it, she broke down into tears.
It had been two years since she had seen her mother. She picked up the letter and began to read. As she was reading, her tears dropped onto the parchment, blurring the writing. But she could still see through it.
Keira Devlin,
If you are reading this, it means that both your father and I are dead. You will be at least 11 years old, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to get into the vault. These are all things we wished we could tell you but you weren't old enough to handle it. First, we want to tell you that we want you to be happy, which will be hard if we are dead. We want you to be the person you were when we were alive. When I was a child, my parents died. I became distant, I wouldn't socialize. We wouldn't want you to become that kind of person.
Love, your parents, Muriel and Sean Devlin
At first, Keira was happy. That was before she read it. After, she was mad. Really mad. Her parents wanted her to be outgoing and friendly, like she was before, she could understand that. But saying that her mother closed up like she did. That what got her. It was really hard for her after the accident occurred and she wasnt able to stay open. She opened up again a little bit when she was adopted but oly to close up. It wasn't that easy to open up. She watched as tears streamed down her face and hit the parchment, blotting it up.
She opened up the chest. Inside were a few things. There was a pair of dice, a deck of cards, a candle, a bottle of ink and most curiously of all, a gold bangle. The bangle was about two inches (five centimeters) wide and had some ancient inscription on it that she couldn't make out. She slipped on the bangle, grabbed a large beaded coin pouch that was sitting in the room and piled enough money in it for a couple of years, she wasn't looking forward to coming back down here again, along with the itemd from ybe chest. She looked back at her vault one last time and grabbed a bag and stuffed it full of novels. She was looking forward to reading those. She then walked out of the vault and heard the door close behind her.
She ran back to Mrs. Potter. James was done barfing, thank god.
"How was it?" Inquired Mrs. Potter.
"Fine."
"Was there anything special? Other than money I mean."
"No" Keira lied. She hadn't lied since before the accident. She now just remembered the feeling of guilt, but also glee that comes from this.
"Alright. I trust you"
A/N: Chapters come a lot sooner if I get reviews.
