Hi again. Wow, lots of reviews! I love you all!
I got lots of questions about Charles, and where he has been, when he was born and why Harry didn't know about him. I hope some of those questions will be answered in this chapter :)
I also got a question from someone who wondered why Harry/Julia flattered herself so much in the will, and there is a very easy and simple answer to that. Harry was supposed to be married, and he wrote to his wife Julia. He/She is supposed to act like he really was married, and therefore, he needed to get a bit sappy and all that in the will. I hope you understand what I'm saying here, ha ha.
I would also like to comment on an anonymous review, that complains about my spelling mistakes and such. I saw that you had reviewed some of the earlier chapters, where I still wrote without a spell checker. I hope that you continued to read anyway, and are reading this now.
Lastly, I have a beta for this story (thank you so much Katy), and she has started, but just with the first chapters so far. I will upload the new versions as soon as I get them. Meanwhile, I will upload new chapters anyway, and hope that you can read them.
You make me so happy with your reviews, and each and everyone makes me smile. Keep reviewing, you have no idea what that means to me.
Now, enjoy the reading.
Rage, escaping and a long talk
The room was silent. Only the sound of Molly Weasley crying could be heard, otherwise, everyone was in chock.
"That is NOT Harry's will!"
Everyone looked at the red-faced Ron Weasley, who seemed to be close to a tantrum. He breathed deeply.
"I can assure you Mr Weasley, that this is Mr Potters will." The small goblin announced sternly, daring him to speak again. Ron only snarled.
"I was with him when he wrote it, and he certainly didn't write that piece of shit!" Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder and tried to get him to calm down. But he went on.
"And you!" He pointed straight at Julia, " Who do YOU think you are, messing with Harry's mind? You and he was married? No way, I would know if that was the case! I was his best friend for Merlin's sake!"
Julia stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue. It was best to get it all over with, she didn't want to do this again.
"Listen here young man, I'm not sure who you are, but I can assure you, that it really doesn't matter. If you say one more hurtful thing to my daughter, I can promise you that it wont be pleasant." Her father stood up now, facing the redhead. Everyone was surprised when Fred Weasley spoke up in a respectful tone.
"I apologize for my brothers behaviour." George nodded, and the rest of the Weasley clan looked big eyes at the two. Ron looked ready to kill.
"If I may say something." Kingsley Shakebold spoke up. He reached for Harry's will and turned it around for everyone to see. "Here, my signature as well as Alastor's. We witnessed it and we saw when he wrote it." He said calmly.
"WHEN?" Ron jumped up and snatched the will from the Aurors grasp.
"Just before he was sent to Azkaban. Every prisoner has the right to write a will before being thrown into prison, and Mr Potter wished to change it, so he did."
Ron sat numbly in his chair, pale and dejected. Julia saw Hermione whisper something to him, but she couldn't make out what because of the distance.
"I would like to know when Harry got married. I mean, how could he hide something like that from everyone?"
To Julia's surprise, Severus spoke up. "Harry and Julia met over the summer before sixth year, and they grew found of each other." Julia nodded and spoke for the first time. "Yes, and while I can't understand why I would tell you this, I will. Harry knew that something would happen to him in this war. As it is allowed to marry at the age of sixteen, we made a decision to do so. We married the first of November that year. Where and how, I will not tell you, and I ask you to respect that."
There was a moment of silence before Ron spoke again.
"Who did he think he was? I mean. We were exposed to danger by being him everyday, and then, we don't get anything for it!"
Julia wanted to run, but she forced herself to stay in the chair. Severus however, looked like he wanted to explode, and so did a few others, including the twins. But to everyone's surprise, it was Moody who answered the question.
"Who do you think you are Weasley? Talking about your so called friend like that? And even if Potter had given you something, it most likely would be pointless, because he gave away something that wasn't his from the beginning."
Everyone looked at him with shock in their eyes, not understanding was the Auror meant, but soon, Julia understood. Her brother Charles was the main heir! He would inherit all that had been their parents, except for his own private vault.
"What Mr Moody means," Julia said, "Is that Everything that belonged to his parents is now owned by Charles Potter, Harry's older brother." Whit those words, she rose and left, not daring to stay any longer of fear for blowing up.
When Julia entered the lobby, she stopped dead. Albus Dumbledore was entering the bank, and he certainly didn't look pleased. He had a quiet livid expression on his old face, and Julia hoped that she would make it out before he identified her. Of course, he had never seen her in this form, but she wouldn't take any risks, not today and not here.
She walked close the wall, not to close, she didn't want to draw attention to herself, and made it out through the doors of the wizarding bank.
Julia climbed the stairs to the third floor in the building. She was on her way to visit Charles.
She had waited outside the bank for a while before entering again, and then asked one of the goblins for Charles Potters address. It had been hard to make them give it to her, but she had made it.
She needed to talk to him, mostly about the property and the money they both had inherited, or Charles, but she also needed a few answers. She knew she wouldn't be able to form a relationship with her brother, not now anyway, but she wanted to know where he had been and why he hadn't told Harry.
She stopped outside a white door with the surname Carter on. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She could hear someone walking inside the apartment and the door opened. Charles looked at her with surprise.
"Hi, we met at the bank earlier, I'm Julia Prince if you remember? I would like to talk to you."
He smiled. "Sure, I remember. How could I forget? Come in." She stepped inside and Charles closed the door behind her.
"So, I guess you have some questions, eh?" She nodded and they walked into the living room, Charles motioned for her to sit in one of the three armchairs. He sat down in the one opposite hers, and he spoke again. "Mother was seventeen and still in school when she got me." Julia looked him into his eyes. She hadn't expected him to talk so openly about it.
"She and James wanted to keep me, but the war was raging, and they didn't want to expose me to any more danger than I already was in, so they sent me off."
Julia looked at her hands, don't really knowing what to say.
"Then, two years later, they got Harry, and I didn't know a thing about him until they got killed. Harry ended up with our aunt, and I was told not to contact him before he started school."
Julia looked at her brother. " But, didn't Remus or Sirius know about this? About you I mean?" Charles shook his head. "Only mum, dad and Dumbledore knew. Not even my adoptive parents knows who and what I am."
"But, but how is that possible? I mean, you have to learn magic, so how did you keep it from your adoptive family?"
Charles stood, went into the kitchen and made two cup's of tea before coming back, when he sat back down in the chair, he looked he right into her eyes. "I am a squib."
Julia blinked. "What?"
Charles stayed quiet a while, before speaking again. "I have never done any magic in my whole life, and I don't feel like I need it. Of course I can see things muggles don't and things like that, but I have never been able to preform any magic on my own. So that's why my adoptive parents doesn't know."
Julia leaned back in the chair. "But what about your non-existent contact with Harry?"
Charles told her that Dumbledore had contacted him and told him not to contact him, because of Harry wishing to have no contact with him. He had of course thought that to be silly, so he had sent letters to Harry, that came back unopened. After two years, he had given up, and then he heard that Harry had been thrown into prison. He had contacted Dumbledore again, demanding to know what had happened, but the man had refused to tell him anything. When Julia asked why he wasn't at the funeral, Charles went angry. Dumbledore had once again been in his way, and said that if he saw him at the ceremony, he would arrest him. When he finished his story, Julia was more than angry, but tried not to show it.
"What was he framed for? Harry I mean?" Charles asked.
"The murder of a dear friend of his." She got tears in her eyes, thinking about Ginny made her cry.
"No one believed in him, except for me and a few others. It turned out to be a death eater who had messed with his mind at the funeral." Julia stopped. She wanted to change subject before she broke down.
"I wanted to ask you, what are we supposed to do with your parents and Harry's money? I inherited his vault, and that is more than enough for me, a bit to much really. I also inherited all the property and remaining money of his parents. But since you inherited them, I only want to know what we shall do."
Charles seemed to be in thought.
"I will be leaving for the U.S. in one week, and I already have a house back home where I live with my girlfriend, so I really don't need any more property. I haven't looked it all over, but we could split it, there is a total of six properties."
Julia shook her head. "I really don't have any use for three houses, I've got all the Black estates. The Black turned out to have quite a few."
Charlie stood and walked out of the room. He came back with a thick folder, opened it and took out a parchment. He studied it for a while and then handed it to her.
"It's yours if you want it."
Julia took the offered paper and looked at it. There was some pictures included, and she gasped at the sight. The pictures showed a white manor, with a beautiful garden and a lake behind it. She looked at what was written on the parchment.
The Grand Potter Estate
Location: Scotland (unplotteble)
Rooms: 20
Owner: The Potter Family (Charles Potter)
The Potter Manor has been in the family since it was build, 1492. The main building has 20 rooms, and that includes kitchen and bathrooms. It was renovated...
The text went on about renovations and such, but Julia stopped reading. She looked at Charles.
"Are you sure? I mean, it has been in the family for so long..."
"You are family."
Julia stared at him.
"You were married to my brother, were you not?"
Julia nodded. "Then, you belong to the family."
When Julia finally said goodbye that night, they had talked for hours. She knew she wouldn't see him again, not as long as the war raged, but someday, someday she would tell him who she really was.
When she flooed into the living room at her new home, she found her parents sitting on the sofa, talking to each other.
"Hi Darling, where have you been?"
Julia sat down, with the file containing the papers concerning the Potter Estate in her hands.
"I visited Charles. We needed to clear some things out."
Her father looked at her sharply. "You didn't tell him, did you?"
Julia shook her head. "No, I didn't."
When Julia went to bed that night, Camille turned to her husband. "We will need to tell her soon, there is only a few weeks until she turns 20."
John nodded and sighed. "I hope she takes this well."
Okay people, you know this by know, but I will tell you anyway. You review and I write! So please leave one before you leave!
