Chapter 4 -The Potter Wills
"Lord Potter? Lord Potter?"
There was something cold on his forehead and his head seemed heavy. "Ohh… Where am I?" he groaned out.
"In Gringotts, Lord Potter. We were just discussing your inheritance."
At that Harry woke up more alert and looked around himself. He was in the same room as before, and only a Healer was present apart from the Goblins. "Lord Potter, I am Healer Rowland, the Potter family Healer. I was contacted as soon as you passed out. How do you feel?"
"I'm fine now, Healer Rowland, thank you." Harry nodded at the Healer who smiled.
"That's good to hear, Lord Potter, but I am leaving these two potions with you. The red one is s Pepper-Up potion and you should take it now…" he waited as Harry drank down the potion at once. "The other is a basic nutrition potion that you should take a spoonful of every night before you sleep for the next seven days, including today. It will put you right back on the road to recovery."
"Thank you, Healer, I'll see to it."
Alec Rowland smiled and nodded before tapping his Healer pin with his wand to activate the portkey. Seconds later, Harry was alone with the two Goblins. He looked at the sheepishly and coughed. "So, um, where were we?"
Ragnok smiled at the young Lord. "Well it seems that the recognition process of the House Rings has successfully completed. You are now the rightful Heir and owner to these properties and the vaults. All that remains is for you to hear the Wills of your parents."
Stunned at the thought of his parents' Wills, Harry asked, "Why was I not informed of their Wills before?"
"Our pardon, Lord Potter, but we assumed that your guardian would have made these things known to you when you reached age 11. Seeing as Albus Dumbledore is your guardian at the school, it was his responsibility."
"I've heard no word of any of this, Director Ragnok."
The Goblin frowned but nodded. "Without further ado, then, I shall read these Wills out to you, starting with your fathers'." He moved behind his desk and picked up a length of parchment. "This is the Will of the late Lord James Hadrian Potter."
"I, Lord James Hadrian Potter, being of sound mind and … what the heck! Since when were the Marauders of 'sound mind' anyway? *wink wink* Harry, my boy! If you are reading this or our good friend Ragnok is reading it out to you, then I am sorry that your mother and I are no longer with you. As you would know by now, that Moudlyshorts character offed us trying to get to you, but we couldn't let that happen to you. Honestly, though, we pranked him but good when Lily did that ritual sealing his death instead of yours'." Harry looked up at this, his head cocked to the right, his piercing gaze on the parchment. "Essentially, she made sure that no matter the type of dark curse, enchantment or hex cast at you, anything even remotely lethal, the Old Magic would ensure that it would rebound from a shield made from her blood and fall on the caster instead, drawing all of their power and redirecting it into you. With the magic gone, your attacker would either turn Muggle or outright die. Pretty neat, huh? Hahahahahahaha! Too bad we had to die though."
"Before you think we died in vain Harry, know this. There was a prophecy made about you and Voldemort. And according to that prophecy, you are meant to either kill him or die by his hand. You mother and I loved you from the moment the Healers told us we would be having a baby. And what little time we did have with you was filled with joy and love. And the occasional pranking of Siri. You were well-loved Harry (your mother would probably say spoiled *wink*), and we wished we had more time with you. But we had to give you a fighting chance too. If we could do it again, your mother and I would gladly give up our lives for you. All we ask is for you to keep safe, have fun (which Siri will help with, no doubt), and kill that wanker along the way. Sirius and Remus are our most trusted friends, my brothers in all but blood; they will help you in any way they can. But don't go looking for revenge, Harry. Life isn't worth that burden. And in case you were wondering, here is the full prophecy:
"The one with power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches . . .
Born to those who have trice defied him, born as the seventh month dies . . .
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not . . .
And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives . . .
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies . . ."
"However, no matter the circumstance, when you read this, you need to let people know that the Secret Keeper of the Fidelius for Potter Cottage, Godric's Hollow was Peter Pettigrew. NOT Sirius Black, who by the way, is your godfather. If we are dead, I give you leave to find that Rat and kill him. He doesn't deserve to live.
Now, on to some serious matters. You know now that you are the only Heir to the vast fortune left to each surviving Potter by our illustrious ancestors. But there are some disbursements that I would like you to carry out. I will that the sum of 1,000,000 Galleons be given to the Order of The Phoenix to continue the fight against the dark blight on the world that is Voldemort and his merry band of Death Eaters, with the condition that my son Harry be in complete control of the use of that amount. Also that the sum of 500,000 Galleons each be transferred directly into the vaults of Sirius Orion Black and Remus John Lupin, so that they may not have any chance to refuse. I know you won't agree voluntarily, you big bad wolf. I also will that under direct guidance of Harry James Potter, a 10,000,000 Galleon trust fund be established for the aid of the victims of the war. If they are deserving, Harry, help them. Ask Sirius and Remus for help, I know my oldest friends won't let you down. I leave my blessings and my love with you, Harry. And remember, a Marauder never rests."
Ragnok set down the parchment and met the hard jade eyes of Lord Harry Potter. "There seems to be a lot yet to be done, Director."
"Indeed. Shall I continue with Lady Potter's Will?" Ragnok asked. With a deep breath, Harry nodded.
"This is Lily Jane Potter's Last Will and Testament. My dear son, let me first tell you that I love you very much and it was for love of you that and your father and I chose to take the steps we did. James tells me he has explained all in his Will so I will not go into it again. There is, however one thing I must tell you Harry. You are a Pureblood."
"My parents were magical too. Only they never told me until much later and by then, Petunia and I had been long estranged. Perhaps, with the understanding from our parents, she may have accepted me for me. Regardless, it is pointless now, to open that wound. But the Evans family has long been counted among the Pureblood elite of the magical society as have the Potters. We were known for our mastery of Potions, Charms and Runic magic. Evans Manor, which is now yours, has a Library full of knowledge for you to enjoy."
"There is only one thing I would say now to you, my son. Marry in love, Harry and live in happiness. I know that the prophecy will not allow you to live in peace for some time, yet you are listening to my Will. You will survive Harry, because I made it so. Have faith in those closest to you, but never forget to follow your heart. Your friends will be your strength but you must learn to defend yourself, body and mind. Good Luck, my Harry. I will always love you. Your loving Mother, Lily."
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