OK, sorry about the formatting so far it's just my computer. Ill try to
define paragraphs from now on though! Some people have been asking me where
I came up with the name for Rachel- well, Rachel is a common name in
England + Barry was my grandma's name! So there u go just in case you've
been wondering about that.
The Will
Harry looked up and gasped. She was so beautiful! Hair the colour of autumnal leaves, soft and silky, long and straight. Eyes a deep sea green and a happy round face with a perfect nose; and lucious lips with a nervous grin displayed upon them. Her body was slim and in perfect proportion. Her hands revealed the fingernails of a nervous person, but this only added to Harry's enchantment. So she wasn't perfect. Legs which were so.
His thoughts were interrupted by a smile cast at him from her direction. He grinned back, and her smile widened. "When you are ready Harry." The deep voice of Professor Dumbledore brought Harry back to reality and he blushed. Had he really been that obvious? Dumbledore smiled and then continued. "I have called all in this room here today for a special purpose concerning Sirius Black." Harry gave a sharp intake of breath. What news was this of Sirius? He was dead. "The matter of concern is his will, which he requested not to be read until all recipients where present. That is Mr. Potter, The Weasley family, Miss. Granger, Mr. Lupin and Miss. Barry. I have not yet seen the contents of this envelope," Harry's eyes were drawn to a small letter enclosed in Dumbledore's hand. "But, as requested by Sirius, I will now read the details aloud."
With a short pause to clear his throat, Dumbledore opened the letter and, in a voice clear as crystal, began to read. "To my godchild Harry Potter:
Do not grieve too much for me. My time has now passed. You must fight on. Take care of Rachel for me. I am leaving you joint ownership of number 12, Grimmauld Place with Rachel Barry, the objects residing in it and half of all my gold to the sum of G500, 000.
To my great friend Remus Lupin:
Look after Harry. I am leaving you an object from number 12, Grimmauld Place of your choice. I am also including the sum of one eighth of all my gold- G125, 000.
To the Weasley family:
You have proved yourselves to be invaluable friends in times of great need. I shall not forget your trust. I am leaving all of you, with the exception of Percy Weasley, the sum of one eighth of all my gold, to be divided equally.
To Hermione Granger:
Many thanks are owed to you, as without your invaluable help I would not have survived as long as I did. I am leaving you the sum of one sixteenth of all my gold, to be split with Ron Weasley equally. To Rachel Barry:
I have never known you personally but the truth must be told. I am your uncle. Although I never knew you, I have been told be Professor Dumbledore that you have grown into a fine person of courage and faith in others. I hope my gift will help you with your discoveries throughout the wizarding world. I leave you joint ownership of number 12, Grimmauld Place with Harry Potter and the remaining amount of my gold, totalling G187, 000.
The amounts of money mentioned are to be transferred to the benefactor's Gringotts accounts upon the opening of this will. I have already opened an account for Rachel, the number and key of which are enclosed. I also leave the key of vault number 356 to Mr. Harry Potter."
Dumbledore took two keys out of the envelope. He gave one to Harry and another to Rachel. He surveyed them all, taking in their reactions.
The Weasleys were in shock. All this money had suddenly been left to them. Fred and George looked at each other and grinned. They could think of many ways in which to put this money to use in their shop.
Remus Lupin nodded. He knew the generosity of his friend and had expected such lavish gifts. He looked at Rachel-who was she?
Rachel was dumbstruck. Though she did not know the currency, 187 thousand was a huge number. She also owned a house. But who was Sirius Black? And who were these people round the table? She knew Professor Dumbledore of course. But who were the Weasleys? Hermione she had heard of. Was she really as clever as Dumbledore had said? Remus Lupin? A great friend of Sirius-her uncle. But what was he like? And Harry Potter, the good-looking boy who had smiled back at her. He had looked at her for a long time.
Hermione was surprised. She had expected nothing from Sirius. She had always considered her contribution to his rescue from the Dementors as minimal. What about his niece? She spotted Rachel looking at Harry and felt thankful, thankful that they would take up all the attention away from.others.
Harry was upset. He knew he should be comforted by Sirius' words but he just felt depressed. He would have gladly sacrificed all of his inheritance plus all of the gold in his own vault if it meant he could get Sirius back.
Dumbledore broke the silence. "Well, now that the formal elements of the night are over." "Oooh, yes!" interrupted Mrs. Weasley, "I've been cooking all the time you've been gone! We have a right feast set up!" The confused looks turned to smiles. Everyone loved Mrs. Weasley's cooking. The door was soon vacated by all except for Harry, Ron, Hermione and Rachel.
"So Rachel," Hermione asked, forward as always. "Haven't you got any experience of our world at all?" " I only know the spells that Dumbledore taught me," replied Rachel, glad that Hermione had broken the silence, "Other than that I know nothing. No history, nothing. Dumbledore said that you have an entirely different way of life. He also mentioned something about some guy called Voldemort." Rachel broke off, surprised at Ron clapping his hands over his ears. "Ron," said Harry, "You've got to get used to hearing his name mate. You're with me, remember? He usually tends to pay us a visit at some point of the year.!" "Hang on a second," said Rachel, a confused look on her face, "Who exactly is Voldemort?" Hermione, Ron and Harry all looked at each other. "Well," said Harry, "It's a long story."
They then proceeded to tell Rachel of all that had happened in the last five years of their friendship and beyond. It struck Harry that although they had never met Rachel before, they knew that they could trust her with the most intimate of details. She had.a kind of aura of trust around her, something he couldn't quite explain. Even his relationship with Cho was brought up-he was surprised when she stiffened at the mention of a girlfriend. However, when Ron revealed they had split up, she seemed much happier. At the end of their story, Rachel didn't have time to comment. They were interrupted by Fred (or George, Harry couldn't tell which) calling them to hurry up and eat something. They ran upstairs, for there was no garuntee of food, as they were so late.
When they arrived, all was well. There was still plenty of food and drink, enough for all of them. They sat down at the four empty chairs that had been saved for them, and soon the conversation was flowing.
"So Rachel, do you know everyone here?" "Er, no." "Well, we'd better introduce you! This is Remus Lupin, he was your uncle's great friend you know, and this pair are Fred and George.or is it the other way round? I can never tell. Well watch out for their pranks anyway. This is Alastor Moody."
"Hey Harry-what d'you think of her?" "Well-she is quite cute." "No, keep your fantasies to yourself-I MEANT what do you think she's like?" "She's good-I reckon she'll be a laugh, and anyway."
"Dumbledore, do you really think it's wise letting her come to the school? I mean, she has no experience of the magical world, will she be able to concentrate fully?" "Alastor, it is precisely because of this lack of knowledge of our world that I have insisted she come to the school. If anything, to get grades so she can make use of her magic, but also to ready her for the fight. She has so much potential, we cannot waste it..."
"So, going to Diagon Alley tomorrow Harry?" "Yes Mrs. Weasley, I have some things I need to sort out."
You'll find out what harry has to sort out in the next chapter. Sorry, I won't be able to update for two weeks cos im going on holiday. YAY!
The Will
Harry looked up and gasped. She was so beautiful! Hair the colour of autumnal leaves, soft and silky, long and straight. Eyes a deep sea green and a happy round face with a perfect nose; and lucious lips with a nervous grin displayed upon them. Her body was slim and in perfect proportion. Her hands revealed the fingernails of a nervous person, but this only added to Harry's enchantment. So she wasn't perfect. Legs which were so.
His thoughts were interrupted by a smile cast at him from her direction. He grinned back, and her smile widened. "When you are ready Harry." The deep voice of Professor Dumbledore brought Harry back to reality and he blushed. Had he really been that obvious? Dumbledore smiled and then continued. "I have called all in this room here today for a special purpose concerning Sirius Black." Harry gave a sharp intake of breath. What news was this of Sirius? He was dead. "The matter of concern is his will, which he requested not to be read until all recipients where present. That is Mr. Potter, The Weasley family, Miss. Granger, Mr. Lupin and Miss. Barry. I have not yet seen the contents of this envelope," Harry's eyes were drawn to a small letter enclosed in Dumbledore's hand. "But, as requested by Sirius, I will now read the details aloud."
With a short pause to clear his throat, Dumbledore opened the letter and, in a voice clear as crystal, began to read. "To my godchild Harry Potter:
Do not grieve too much for me. My time has now passed. You must fight on. Take care of Rachel for me. I am leaving you joint ownership of number 12, Grimmauld Place with Rachel Barry, the objects residing in it and half of all my gold to the sum of G500, 000.
To my great friend Remus Lupin:
Look after Harry. I am leaving you an object from number 12, Grimmauld Place of your choice. I am also including the sum of one eighth of all my gold- G125, 000.
To the Weasley family:
You have proved yourselves to be invaluable friends in times of great need. I shall not forget your trust. I am leaving all of you, with the exception of Percy Weasley, the sum of one eighth of all my gold, to be divided equally.
To Hermione Granger:
Many thanks are owed to you, as without your invaluable help I would not have survived as long as I did. I am leaving you the sum of one sixteenth of all my gold, to be split with Ron Weasley equally. To Rachel Barry:
I have never known you personally but the truth must be told. I am your uncle. Although I never knew you, I have been told be Professor Dumbledore that you have grown into a fine person of courage and faith in others. I hope my gift will help you with your discoveries throughout the wizarding world. I leave you joint ownership of number 12, Grimmauld Place with Harry Potter and the remaining amount of my gold, totalling G187, 000.
The amounts of money mentioned are to be transferred to the benefactor's Gringotts accounts upon the opening of this will. I have already opened an account for Rachel, the number and key of which are enclosed. I also leave the key of vault number 356 to Mr. Harry Potter."
Dumbledore took two keys out of the envelope. He gave one to Harry and another to Rachel. He surveyed them all, taking in their reactions.
The Weasleys were in shock. All this money had suddenly been left to them. Fred and George looked at each other and grinned. They could think of many ways in which to put this money to use in their shop.
Remus Lupin nodded. He knew the generosity of his friend and had expected such lavish gifts. He looked at Rachel-who was she?
Rachel was dumbstruck. Though she did not know the currency, 187 thousand was a huge number. She also owned a house. But who was Sirius Black? And who were these people round the table? She knew Professor Dumbledore of course. But who were the Weasleys? Hermione she had heard of. Was she really as clever as Dumbledore had said? Remus Lupin? A great friend of Sirius-her uncle. But what was he like? And Harry Potter, the good-looking boy who had smiled back at her. He had looked at her for a long time.
Hermione was surprised. She had expected nothing from Sirius. She had always considered her contribution to his rescue from the Dementors as minimal. What about his niece? She spotted Rachel looking at Harry and felt thankful, thankful that they would take up all the attention away from.others.
Harry was upset. He knew he should be comforted by Sirius' words but he just felt depressed. He would have gladly sacrificed all of his inheritance plus all of the gold in his own vault if it meant he could get Sirius back.
Dumbledore broke the silence. "Well, now that the formal elements of the night are over." "Oooh, yes!" interrupted Mrs. Weasley, "I've been cooking all the time you've been gone! We have a right feast set up!" The confused looks turned to smiles. Everyone loved Mrs. Weasley's cooking. The door was soon vacated by all except for Harry, Ron, Hermione and Rachel.
"So Rachel," Hermione asked, forward as always. "Haven't you got any experience of our world at all?" " I only know the spells that Dumbledore taught me," replied Rachel, glad that Hermione had broken the silence, "Other than that I know nothing. No history, nothing. Dumbledore said that you have an entirely different way of life. He also mentioned something about some guy called Voldemort." Rachel broke off, surprised at Ron clapping his hands over his ears. "Ron," said Harry, "You've got to get used to hearing his name mate. You're with me, remember? He usually tends to pay us a visit at some point of the year.!" "Hang on a second," said Rachel, a confused look on her face, "Who exactly is Voldemort?" Hermione, Ron and Harry all looked at each other. "Well," said Harry, "It's a long story."
They then proceeded to tell Rachel of all that had happened in the last five years of their friendship and beyond. It struck Harry that although they had never met Rachel before, they knew that they could trust her with the most intimate of details. She had.a kind of aura of trust around her, something he couldn't quite explain. Even his relationship with Cho was brought up-he was surprised when she stiffened at the mention of a girlfriend. However, when Ron revealed they had split up, she seemed much happier. At the end of their story, Rachel didn't have time to comment. They were interrupted by Fred (or George, Harry couldn't tell which) calling them to hurry up and eat something. They ran upstairs, for there was no garuntee of food, as they were so late.
When they arrived, all was well. There was still plenty of food and drink, enough for all of them. They sat down at the four empty chairs that had been saved for them, and soon the conversation was flowing.
"So Rachel, do you know everyone here?" "Er, no." "Well, we'd better introduce you! This is Remus Lupin, he was your uncle's great friend you know, and this pair are Fred and George.or is it the other way round? I can never tell. Well watch out for their pranks anyway. This is Alastor Moody."
"Hey Harry-what d'you think of her?" "Well-she is quite cute." "No, keep your fantasies to yourself-I MEANT what do you think she's like?" "She's good-I reckon she'll be a laugh, and anyway."
"Dumbledore, do you really think it's wise letting her come to the school? I mean, she has no experience of the magical world, will she be able to concentrate fully?" "Alastor, it is precisely because of this lack of knowledge of our world that I have insisted she come to the school. If anything, to get grades so she can make use of her magic, but also to ready her for the fight. She has so much potential, we cannot waste it..."
"So, going to Diagon Alley tomorrow Harry?" "Yes Mrs. Weasley, I have some things I need to sort out."
You'll find out what harry has to sort out in the next chapter. Sorry, I won't be able to update for two weeks cos im going on holiday. YAY!