Harry's POV:
I groggily opened my eyes to find a mass of red hair resting on my shoulder with my arm around Ginny. She was sprawled across the bed her one of her legs rested on my lower thighs while the other rested alongside my legs. Ginny's arm reached across my chest holding around my waist. I breathed in softly, inhaling the flowery scent of Ginny's hair and perfume. I idly began to run my fingers through her hair thinking about what had happened to us. Yesterday I felt so alone in the world. No one understood me, or had helped me... but now I was married to my soul mate. The girl who I had a crush on for years. She knew all my worst memories and my best ones. She saw me at my best and worst and still loves me. To me, it was truly amazing. I thought that no one would accept me, or they'd look down on me if they knew, but Ginny didn't. She loved me and I didn't think anyone would.
I didn't realize I was crying until I felt Ginny start to stir. "Harry, what's wrong?" she sent concern lacing her "voice". In response, I showed her what I was thinking about. I was sobbing as Ginny pulled me into an embrace. "You are never going to have to go through that again. Harry, we're married and legally adults no one can control us legally. I'm never letting you go back there ever. No one can force you to go back, and if they do they'll be on the receiving end of my bat bogey hex," Ginny told me before capturing my lips in a gentle passionate kiss.
Suddenly I heard someone clear their throat, "Harry, Ginny I am so glad the two of you are awake! I was so worried, what happened?" Molly said as she bustled over and gathered Ginny and me into a motherly hug.
"Mum, we're okay. I've never been better. I promise," Ginny said to reassure Molly with a big smile.
"You're sure?" Molly inquired, and we both nodded, "Okay then breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes. You two should get dressed and come eat."
"Okay, mum," Ginny murmured just loud enough for Molly to hear, "we'll be down soon. I just need to get dressed."
Ginny's POV:
As Harry stood up, I could clearly see his back. Several scars crossed his back from being shoved into various playground equipment by Dudley. I stared in shock, how could anyone do this to someone so kind and gentle? Softly, I pushed myself off the bed and placed my arms around Harry's waist. When I pressed my cheek against his back, I could feel the prominent scars. Each time I caught a glance at all the pain Harry went through, my heart clenched and my stomach churned. The moment I held him, he stilled and leaned into my touch soaking up the warmth, comfort and protectiveness of the embrace. All my emotions flow through our bond. They were a jumbled mess of concern, grief, relief, peace, acceptance, joy and an overwhelming sense of pure love that I felt for Harry. Feeling Harry reciprocate made the moment even better. I could feel all his relief, love, and acceptance washing back over me. The bond created a feeling of security that swirled around the two of us, leaving us both oblivious to how long we spent in that position. After what could have been minutes or hours, we were snapped out of our moment by the sound of a loud knock at my door.
"Harry, Ginny, you two still coming for breakfast?" Fred's voice sounded through the door, "Cause it's all going to be cold if you're not down here soon."
"We'll be there in a second," I called back through the door while I gently sniffed and wiped my tears from eyes. Softly, I pressed my lips back to one of Harry's scars before pulling away and grabbing our dressing gowns and shrugging them on and descending the stairs to the breakfast.
At the breakfast table, I draped one of my leg over Harry's. If anyone thought it was strange, no one commented on it. Once breakfast was on the table I helped spoon a hearty portion of eggs, bacon, sausage, and pancakes onto Harry's plate. With the number of times Harry had gone hungry, starved by his relatives, I was going to everything in my power to make sure he never did again. Right now, something I had in my power. I just gently took care of him, he was my everything. I could feel Harry's joy through the bond at having someone to take care of him and I gently smiled at him. I enjoyed taking care of him. Breakfast continued normally until a regal looking, eagle owl swooped through the window and perched on Harry's shoulder.
"Hello there," Harry murmured while reaching up stroking the owl's soft, brown, speckled feathers. I carefully reached across Harry's chest and withdrew the roll of parchment from the owl's leg and gave the owl a piece of bacon.
After I passed the letter to Harry, unrolled the letter and it stated, "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Potter,
Firstly, congratulations on your soul bonding. It is a very rare occurrence, your bonding is the first in over two hundred years.
Secondly, we are writing to inform you that your presence is requested at Gringotts Bank as soon as possible to discuss your inheritance. As you are now considered adults in the wizarding world, you are now in a position to fully claim your titles. Due to the titles you hold, we cannot disclose their information in the correspondence.
Please send along the time that would be most convenient for you with the owl that delivered this letter.
May your gold ever flow,
Ragnok
Manager of Gringotts, London Branch."
"Inheritance? I didn't even know I had another vault beyond the vault I was taken to when I first went to Gringotts," Harry murmured, his eyebrows furrowed as he considered the possibilities.
"Harry, how did you not know about your inheritance? The Potters are one of the best known and wealthiest wizarding families in Britain," Dad questioned, obviously confused at Harry's lack of knowledge of his family, "Surely, one of your guardians told you?"
Harry's frown lengthened, "I had no idea. Aunt Petunia hardly cared for me and thought I was scum; Uncle Vernon constantly told me my parents were broke drunkards. They wouldn't have said anything even if they knew, they dove for any chance to degrade me or my parents."
My heart hurt so badly, how could anyone hate him. Gently wrapped my arms around Harry, drawing him closer and giving comfort. Harry's arms twisted around my waist drawing comfort from me.
"Well, the letter said as soon as possible, and we need to go to the alley for a bit, so why don't you go today," Dad suggested to us both as we finished our breakfasts. Harry and I nodded and rushed off to get dressed.
As we arrived in Diagon, I could tell it was not going to be a normal day. I clutched Harry's hand and hurried down the Alley and into Gringotts. Once inside, we proceeded to one of the desks where a goblin was counting stacks of gold.
"Mr. and Mrs. Potter, how can I be of assistance?" inquired the gnarled old goblin. He was of a short stature, which was completely normal for a goblin, with a wrinkled face and a torn lip.
"I remember you, you're Griphook. You took me to my vault for the first time," Harry said brightly, "I received a letter about an inheritance earlier this morning. Would now be suitable to see to that?" The goblin ran an appraising look over us. After several moments, the goblin decided upon something.
"Very well, come this way," he responded, "it is not very often that someone remembers a goblin, Mr. Potter. Most wizards think nothing of the creatures that serve them." Griphook nearly spat the last piece, as he led us to a secluded antechamber. A golden plate was nailed to the door "Ragnok, Branch Manager" was embossed on it.
As Harry and I were seated, I peered around the room. I noted the heavy, dark, oak furniture and multicoloured tapestries that decorated the space. Space was surprisingly bright with a large window that bathed the room in sunlight.
Suddenly the door to the room was pushed open and the goblin I assumed to be Ragnok strode into the room. He was well-dressed and he walked with authority.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Potter, my name is Ragnok. Now, you are here about your inheritance, but there is one matter that needs to be dealt with before anything else. Mr. Potter, as you are now of age, Lily and James Potter's wills have been unsealed," Ragnok stated and as he pulled out a folder full of papers. He picked up the first piece of parchment and continued, "The last wills and testaments of James and Lily Potter are as follows:
We confirm we are sound of body and mind at the time of making this will. In the case that my spouse outlives me, I leave all my worldly possessions to them. If we have both passed on, we leave the following requests;
Firstly, Sirius Orion Black was not our Secret Keeper. In the event that we were killed, Peter Pettigrew was the one to betray us. We leave him our full trust as our son, Harry James Potter, as a legal guardian. If Sirius is unable to care for Harry he is to be given to one of the following people, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom, Minerva McGonagall, or Remus John Lupin. Under no circumstance is Harry's custody to be awarded to the Petunia or Vernon Dursley.
Secondly, we leave Remus John Lupin 2100 galleons to help with your 'furry little problem.' We do hope that you will manage to reign Sirius in and help him look after our son.
Finally, we leave everything else to our son, Harry James Potter."
Harry's breath became uneven and gasping; twin tears tracked down his cheeks. Through the bond, I could feel the tightness in his chest. He was never supposed to go to the Dursleys: ever. I gathered Harry into my arms, and he buried his head in my chest. That document not only proved Harry was never supposed to be with the Dursleys; it also proved Sirius's innocence.
"Harry! This can prove that Sirius is innocent," I thought excitedly. The Will proved that he could not have turned the Potters over to Voldemort. As Harry caught up to my train of thought, he picked me up and spun around.
"Ginny, you brilliant witch!" Harry exclaimed before turning to Ragnok and asking with a voice full of hope, "would we be able to take a copy of the Will with us when we leave today? My godfather has been wrongly convicted of turning my parents over to Voldemort, the Will proves he's innocent."
"Of course, . We will do one better, I will send the Will directly to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as soon as this meeting commences," Ragnok replied before he continued, "Now that the will has been read, we will continue with your inheritances. We'll start with the full summary of your vaults." before he handed Harry and I a sheet of paper.
Once the paper was in our hands, we both began to look it over. The paper read, "Summary of Potter Accounts, Shareholdings, and Properties:
Trust Fund for Harry James Potter (Replenishing annually until Harry James Potter Reaches age of Majority):
50 000 Galleons
5000 Sickles
2000 Knuts
Potter Family Vault:
7 456 500 Galleons
250 000 Sickles
50 000 Knuts
This vault also contains all family storage of valuable and sentimental items including portraits, jewellery, and furniture.
Potter Family Properties:
Lion Fire Hall: Hogsmeade, Scotland
Potter Chateau: Paris, France
Lilly's Escape: London, England
Potter Manor: Godric's Hollow, England
Potter Family Shareholdings:
The value of the shareholdings totals a value of 10 000 galleons, 16 sickles, and 26 knuts annually."
My mouth opened in shock. I knew the Potters were wealthy, but to see the summary down on paper was overwhelming. In my household, we never had much extra money, but it was enough to get by. This was more than enough to last for generations if it was managed properly. I could tell felt the same shock due to what he had been told about his parents by the Dursleys.
I gently squeezed Harry's hand and let him process everything as we sat. Thankfully, Ragnok seemed to understand that we need a little bit of time and remained silent until we both appeared to regain our composure.
"Finally, we have one more item to discuss. Due to the Potters being an old and wealthy family, there are two lordships held by the Potter family. Under normal circumstances, both titles would not be given to one member of the family. Seeing as you are the last of your line both fall to you. The Potter family hold the lordships of Potter and Peverell," Ragnok said kindly, "now, you have the option of claiming these titles today, or they can wait until you are seventeen and a liaison would be appointed to handle any affairs associated with the titles."
"What would we need to deal with if Harry accepted the lordship?" I questioned, slightly unsure of what it entailed.
"A wise decision to ask before immediately accepting," Ragnok replied while running an appraising eye over the two of us, "lordships do come with a fair amount of responsibility. All lords hold a place on the Wizengamot, thus requiring those active members to attend when a meeting is called. This means trials, the passing of new laws and the like."
I gently turned to Harry and we discussed what would be the best course of action. In the end, we both agreed to have a liaison appointed until Harry was ready. We both still had Voldemort and school to deal with, having to attend and take part in court would be asking too much right now.
After that, our meeting quickly wrapped up and Harry and I were on our way home.
