Chapter Nine

A month has passed, and Indeed Draco, wait Doug, was just caught at the wrong place at the wrong time, unfortunetly for him and Ginny, but will this give someone else a second chance? I guess we'll find out.

As before it's been a month, Doug's funeral has passed. And in a twist, Ginny admitted who Doug had been. The information sent shockwaves through the family, who would have every guessed that wonderful guy, had once been shudder, Draco Malfoy. He certainly had changed, drastically.

Now onto Harry and Hermione, yes, they are free from the confines of that wretched room! And you know they would have killed good ol' Ronnie boy, if it wasn't for his sister, and his baby coming. Luna would not be happy with them, but then again, who knows, look how she reacted to her things being stolen, maybe she would have just gotten over it and moved on with her life... YEAH RIGHT... She would have ensured they died very painful deaths being fed alive to Snorkrats, or someother mythical Quibbler creature.

Yes it is December.

Harry has a letter! "Harry, Mail."

"From who?"

"I don't know, looks official though."

"Damn, what do I have back taxes or some other such nonsense?"

"I don't know, do you?"

"Not that I know of, less there taxing how many hours you work now."

"Ha Ha, very funny Harry, we'ed both be up to our necks if they did that."

"I sure know that."

"Why don't you open the envelope and find out, Harry?"

"Guess it can't hurt."

"Less it's a Howler."

"Don't remind me."

To: Mister Harry James Potter:

From: Gringotts, office of Last Testaments

Mister Potter: We have recently been informed by one Mister Albus
Dumbledore, of the will of your parents: James and Lily Potter.

In regards to the aboves will, the following has been passed on to you
their only son.

1) House and properties at 445 Gryfindor Lane, Godrics Hollow.

2) Contents of the Potter Family Vault-#61

YOU MAY PICK UP YOUR KEYS AT Gringotts Bank-Diagon Alley.

"But... But I thought my vault was what they left me...."

"Guess not."

"That's not the house is it? Please not that house."

"What are you mumbling about Harry?"

"Is that the house Voldemort attacked. Is it the one my parents died in?"

-Knock-Knock-Knock-

"I'll get it Harry."

"Tha... Thanks."

"Ahh, Harry, I see that you have indeed gotten your letter!"

"Yeah... That's not the house is it, please not that house."

"No, No Harry, dear boy, no, it is not the house your parents died in, This is the house of generations of Potter's."

"What there's different houses?"

"Yes, that house, in which your parents died in, was just the place they moved to hide, not there true residence, not the place of your birth."

"Where was I born?"

"You were born in the muggle hospital located in Godric's Hollow."

"And no one has told me any of this why?"

"Well the only ones still alive who know are myself, and Remus, at least of those who were present at your birth."

"Oh..."

"So, Harry wasn't born in St. Mungo's? I thought wizarding families went there?"

"Indeed, they usually do Hermione. Indeed, but in some cases they do go to Muggle Hospitals, especially in the cases of Muggle-born parents, or Parents of Mixed Ancestry, many times."

"Oh."

"Also, some wizards even have there children at home, under the watchful eyes of there house elves, family and Physcian."

"Really."

"Is there anything House Elves don't do?"

"That is a good question, Harry, perhaps you should take it up with your friend Dobby."

"Maybe I will Professor."

"Albus, Harry, you are not a student."

"Sorry," he replied sheepishly.

"That is quite allright, I must be going now."

"Did you just stop into see if I got the letter?"

"Indeed, that was the purpose of this visit, Till another time, Harry, Hermione."

"Bye," they chorused.

"That was different."

"For sure, plus I hadn't seen him in five years, besides, Ron's wedding, Draco's Funeral. and now, today."

"I know, three times in a year."

"We're talking about irellivent things again, aren't we?"

"For sure, oh Harry, Did I tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"I'm going back to school!"

"Why?"

"Something to do, maybe while I'm at it, I'll figure out what exactly I want to do."

"That's a great idea, Hermy."

"You do know, that if any one else called me that they'd be dead right?"

"Of course, Why do you let me, then?"

"Cause you were there, I guess..." He just smiled at her.

"Shall we go check out your house?"

"But what'll happen if I move out?"

"Harry, I'll be fine, you should know that, Ron's the one you should worry about."

"He has Luna to keep him out of trouble now, the job of saving Ron from himself has been passed on."

"What a releaf!"

"You know I was kidding right?"

"How could I not, the only thing we have to worry about with Ron, is him and Spiders."

"That's for sure."

"So, would you like me to come with you to Gringotts?"

"Yeah, please."

"Why wouldn't I, Harry?"

"I don't know, will you come with me to the house, too?"

"Of course I will, Harry, we've only been best friends for what 12 years?"

"Seems about right."

"Then what are we waiting for Harry, let's go!"

"Alright, alright, let's get this over with."

~Gringotts~

"How can I help you, Sir, Madam?"

"Could I speak to whoevers in charge of Wills?"

"Right this way, Sir."

"What do you want?" asked the head of the Department of Last Wishes.

"I got this letter, today, containing my inheritance from my parents."

"May I see it, Mister?"

"Potter," he said as he handed over the envelope.

"Ahh, finally claiming the Potter Estate, I see."

"Yes Sir."

"Just fill out these, confirming, this transfering of keys, and we'll be finished."

"Alright Sir."

Harry read and signed the paperwork.

"Here you go, Mister Potter, the Key to vault #61 and the keys to the Potter Estates, grounds and Buildings."

"Thank you." The Goblin just nodded.

"So, what now, Harry?"

"Fancy a ride in one of the carts?"

"Why not."

"Excuse me?" Harry asked a Goblin at the counter.'

"Sir?"

"Could we go to Vault #61?"

"Just a moment, Sir."

Another Goblin collected them and took them down to the Vault. Which, was humoungous, filled with Gold, Silve and Bronze, and chests of who knows what. Harry was shocked, he had thought, his vault was it.

"This is insane." he remarked to Hermione, after they exited Gringotts and were off to Godric's Hollow, in Hermione's car, yeah the few hour car ride to sort through things.

"What is Harry?"

"The inheritance, that's way more then I'll ever need."

"Unless you have eight kids like on the Sims."

"Not funny Hermione, who knows if I'll ever have kids, or get married."

"Harry you're a great guy, wonderful, who wouldn't want to be with you?"

"Everybody, I have to much baggage included in the package."

"Who doesn't?"

"You."

"Are you kidding?"

"Nope."

"Well, I have as much as you."

"No, you're perfect."

"Maybe to you, but not to anybody else."

"How can they not see how great you are?"

"Are you really Harry Potter?"

"As far as I know."

"You just keep getting better don't you?"

"What do you mean, by better?"

"All you're flattery."

"Flattery, It's the honest truth."

"Is it really?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Oh, you are my best friend, that's why."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It has everything to do with it."

"Why?"

"The same reason you don't believe me."

"And that is?"

"We know too much about eachother."

"No, we don't, I don't know everything about you, and I'm sure you don't know everything about me."

"What don't you know about me?"

"Your life before Hogwarts, and between Hogwarts and our meeting up again."

"And that's what I don't know about you."

"Ha, funny, we both don't know, certain things about the other, but know mostly everything else."

"Wouldn't want it any other way."

"Me neither."

"We're there."

Harry froze up.

"Harry, I'm with you, we can do this."

He nodded.

"Come on, let's check out, your Dad's childhood home."

"Okay."

They went in and explored the Potter house.

"Harry, look out the window, Quidditich Hoops."

"Wow!"

"Ron's gonna love your place Harry."

"Yeah, Herms, in here."

"What is it, Harry?"

"A library!"

"Awesome!" as she gazed at the magnificent room, with shelves full, or partially full from floor to ceiling.

"Shall we go home?"

"If you want Harry."

"Yeah, I'm tired."

"Yeah it's been a long tireing day, this place is huge, and the grounds!"

"I know."

"Could you imagine growing up here?"

"I wish I had."

"Me too."

"Would we have met, still?"

"I hope so, Harry."

"Me too, Herms."

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Okay there we go chapter nine, review, please, the note still stands, alright?

-ears91