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Thanks to all you reviewers, your praise has made me decide to go on.

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Evans, Lucius. called Minerva McGonagal, and quickly a rather confident looking young boy walked up to the stool and put on the hat.

it said in his head. I was expecting your cousin would reach me soon, but from you I see he wont. Now where to put you?

Just put me where I belong. Luke replied, his bluntness took the hat by surprise.

Rather straight to the point, aren't you Mr. Evans. Okay, let's see, a great desire to prove your self to your cousin, I see why you look up to him so much. the hat said.

Yes, he is a person to be admired, now back to my sorting. Luke said impatiently.

Quite a good mind as well, brave, but also willing to bide your time rather than foolishly rush into things. You have very little loyalty to those you barely know, and don't trust easily. Hufflepuff is out first. You would do well in Gryffindor, but is not for you. So it is down to Ravenclaw, or Slytherin. But you have a greater thirst to prove yourself than to learn. All in all, you would do best in

it yelled and the table closest to the outside wall screamed their approval

Seven years later

I can't shake it, it's gaining on me, I've gotta eject! a voice yelled on a tape recorder.

I'm deeply sorry Mr. Evans, your cousin was on a Reconnaissance mission over northern Iraq when his Areoplanque was shot down, he ejected, no body was found. His commanding officer's believe it was taken from where he landed and killed by the Riliey. The memorial service will be held on tuesday back in london. You are excused from school until thursday. Dumbledore said, a pained look on his face. That night at dinner. May I have your attention please. he said. He waited until the hall had gone silent before speaking again. Mr. Evans will not be attending classes for most of the week due to a death in his family. it soon spread that it was his Guardian who had died, many Slytherins looked at him sympathetically and all the other houses felt it for him. Then as if Luke's day couldn't get any worse, Maria Gyolle plopped herself down next to him.

Hey baby, I'm sorry about what happened to your cousin, but he was a squib, it's not a big loss. she said trying to use a soothing, yet seductive voice, of course she failed horribly.

Get away from me. For the last time, I hate you. Don't you get it, he was a better man than me, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Dumbledore, and Voldemort combined! He took on the responsibility of a twenty year old when he was five year old, and did wonderfully! If it weren't for him I would be dead by now Luke yelled at her and ran from the room. He spent the next hour and a half crying into his pillow, until his best friend, Jeremy Lestrange came into their dorm.

Hey Luke, I heard, are you okay? he said sitting down next to him.

I've been better, but I'll be okay. he replied.

What's going to happen to Sarah? Jeremy asked.

I really don't know, she can't go to my mom that's all I know. I hope that after this year I can adopt her, I guess. I don't even want to think what's going to happen to mom though, she's been dependent on Harry for so long, and before that the Evans trust fund. But I just don't know. he said

Many people had come to the memorial service and Luke had lost count at over two hundred. Many of them were from Harry's fighter wing, some who remembered him from Grunnings including President Johnson, and even some Hogwarts professors who had known Harry's parents. But now it was time for his will to be read. I, Harry Potter, of sound mind and body do hereby leave my entire stock portfolio. my Swiss, American, and Japanese vacation home's. Along with all of their furnishings. My Gringotts, Bank of Britain, and Swiss bank accounts to my daughter, Sarah Jessica Potter. All previously mentioned accounts are to be put in the care of my cousin, Lucius Dudley Evans until my daughter is of age. To my cousin, Lucius Dudley Evans, who taught me the meaning of responsibility, I leave my parents home, Godricks Hollow, my German and Russian homes and other properties and their respective furnishings. All my cars but the New Austin Mini, the ThunderBird and 1962 Shelby Cobra Prototype. My Lear jet. My Michigan Winery and Vineyard. And finally my eighty two foot yacht. the people in attendance were shocked at how much Harry truly had, b ut then the lawyer continued. To my lawyer Joseph Brian Barker, who's throat is very dry by now I Leave the 1952 Thunder bird and 1962 Prototype Shelby Cobra, along with the case of 1842 Chateau De Lafae Nuveu wine that he has admired for so long. To my first flight instructor, who taught me how to fly. I leave my MIG 13 & 17, my Cessna collection, my rebuilt P-51D Mustang, and my hand built and self designed Super Shark. To my Aunt Petunia Daisy Evans, under the condition you complete a twelve step alcoholics group, and stay clean of Drugs and Alcohol for five years after ward. I leave my property at five privet drive along with six million pounds to be paid over twenty years and the New Austin Mini. To the homeless, orphaned, and poor children of London I leave twenty million pounds to be distributed in the form of food at shelters, warm homes to sleep in, and homes for those just as lonely as I was growing up. To Jeremy Alex Hunter, my squadron mate and best friend, I leave all my computers, what left of the planes and properties with their furnishings. If he admits he IS the king. Everyone was speechless, even his accountant didn't seem to know of all that was dispersed.

Did he really have that much Mr. Barker? Petunia asked. amazed.

Yes, he was a very good investor, and Emily had a sizable before she passed on. Now Ms. Evans, I need you to sign here and I'll be in touch with you at five Privet Drive. The rest of you shall be helped by my associate Mr. Anderson. he replied

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I know that last part seemed unimportant, but you will see!