Inheiritance

The School Year Begins

Morning dawned far to early in the Gryffindor boys dormitory. The boys antics of the night before lasted well into the evening, and the boys were all bleary eyed, but in a pleasant mood. The excitement of a new year and the fun from the night before lasted until they stumbled into the common room. They could immediately tell the type of day Harry would have from the looks his own house mates were giving him.

Breakfast was much like the meal the evening before, far to quiet with Harry barely speaking at all. The only one who seemed oblivious to the mood of the Great Hall was Hermione who was going on about classes and finals and complaining about her OWL scores (Which weren't what she was expecting and she just knew it was because she didn't flesh out that paragraph on the effects of a tickling charm on oneself)

Toward the end of the meal, the Head's of Houses began to hand out the class schedules to their students. Hermione squealed in excitement as she was handed hers. When McGonagall passed Harry his, she also stated "The headmaster wishes to see you in his office before class. I would hurry if I were you. The password is 'Gummy Bears'."

Harry nodded and left the table.

As he exited the Great Hall, Ron muttered offhandedly, "He doesn't know what he's in for."

The other boys nodded, but Hermione looked Confused. "How can Harry not know what he's in for? Is something wrong?"

Ron snorted "Not Harry, Dumbledore. Harry's not going to take any interference well now that he's an adult. You won't either once you get your Inheritance."

Harry made it to the statue guarding the stair to the Headmaster's office quickly enough. Inside looked like it always did, Fawkes was on his perch, the portraits were asleep in their frames, and Dumbledore sat behind his desk waiting for Harry to enter.

"Ah, Harry, my boy!" Dumbledore greeted the young man. "Lemon Drop?"

"Just get to the point Albus." Harry commanded, crossing his arms where he stood.

Dumbledore frowned, but inquired "Where were you this summer?"

"Safe"

"Surely you're family was worried."

Harry snorted.

"You ought to spend time with your family." Dumbledore implored.

"I'm not going back there." Harry stated.

"But what about the bl-"

"DON'T SAY IT OLD MAN" Harry exploded. Power lashed through the room, startling Fawkes and waking the paintings. "You haven't a clue what those wards do, or do not do."

Albus sputtered, but Harry interupted the incohearant babble.

"Besides, mutual affection is required to maintain a proper ward. Even if they did like me, I hate them."

With that Harry turned and left the office.

He was still seething when he arrived at his first class. Ron and Hermione had saved him a seat between them.

"What did Professor Dumbledore want?" Hermione asked.

Harry rolled his eyes and responded "He's being to nosey for his own good. What I did this summer is my own business."

"He was worried about you and just wants to make sure you're ok." Hermione defended.

Harry rolled his eyes again, but before he could respond the teacher called the class to order.

The rest of the day draged on much like the morning had. Harry was accosted at every turn by teachers and students wanting to know where Harry was this summer and what his Inheiritance was. Harry's dorm mates spent their day running interfeance for Harry much to his relief. By dinner Harry was in a foul mood and his self appointed protectors were exhausted.

Hermione was, much to the disgust of the boys, siding with Dumbledore on the matter of Harry's Inheiritance. She was constantly advising Harry to talk to the Professors and berating him for not listening to them or her. Along with that she was completely oblivious to the fact that Harry became more irritated with every passing moment. Even those students who cornered him themselves that morning were now watching warily for the explosion.

Finally partway through dinner it happened. Harry stood up and slamed his palms flat on the table with a resounding smack. "Hermone kindly shut up."

"I'm just worried about you!" She cried. "What if you had been kidnapped by death eaters. Or hurt, or, or-"

"But I wasn't, and none of that has to do with what my Inheiritance is." He replied. "You are being nosey and I've asked you to stop."

With that Harry left the Hall.

After that the school died down except for a select few people, the Headmaster and hermione included. Hermione realizing that Harry was angry with her did tone it back some, but she agreed with the Headmaster that Harry ought to tell Dumbledore. It was for his own good to customize a training scedule for his particular talent, Hermione reiterated on a number of occasions. Harry just ignored her.

By the end of the month, even Hermione had slacked off. Which was a relief for Harry, who needed to focus more on his work and getting ready for the first Quidditch game of the year. This year Harry was Quidditch captain, much to his dismay. The only bright side was Ron had made keeper. With his best friend on the team Harry looked foreward to the practices even as he worried about Ron playing in front of the crowd and getting stage fright.

To top it all off, Snape had finally gotten the DADA position. The old potions professor, Slughorn, has returned to the post. Slughorn was ok, even if he did play favorites because everyone else was left in peace. Snape however was still as horrible as ever, but Harry did not rise to Snape's baiting as he would have in previous years.

Maintaining decent grades had become a struggle for the young man. Who could often be found in the library studding. Luna and the Weasleys would often join him and Ron would drag him away when he felt too much time had passed. All in all the year was looking up.

Author's Note

So at long last i have posted again. It's finals for me, so until this is over postings are going to be more spread out. Hopefully it'll be only this and the next post that are affected.

So be patient and hope Chapter 5 is up soon