Harry Potter and the New Life
Chapter thirteen – The Noble House of Potter
George kept quiet as a mouse while one by one the Weasley's got up and left the table to do what ever it was they had planned to do today. Mrs Weasley bustled off and made two more beds up one in Ron's room and after much thought a second in Ginny's room.
She also wasn't satisfied until she had seen Harry eat almost a full plate of bits and pieces, George lapped the home cooking up quiet easily and once their was only Ginny, Ron and Hermione left she seemed much more comfortable.
After a bit of simple conversation Harry was watched upstairs by Ron and couldn't help but flop onto the bed that was made for him. George decided to talk to Ginny and Hermione, or more sit quietly while they talked until Ginny decided it would be ok to probe for answers.
It seems Ron had thought the exact same thing when he was finally alone bringing Harry's case upstairs.
"So now we're on our own can I pester questions out of you." Ron asked putting the case down in the corner and sitting next to Harry on the bed.
"Spose so, but I think I best lay down, would you mind passing stuff onto Hermione coz I haven't got the energy to this twice." Ron stood up and let Harry half strip off and roll into bed before sitting on the floor facing him.
"So I think you should start by telling me about this George coz I bet mum comes and asks me bowt her soon as you fall asleep."
"Sure, well what do I say, I met George on the train when I was coming back from London, we sat talking all the way and seemed to get on great, she stayed in a bed and breakfast near where the Dursley's lived so I kept going back to see her, we spent every day and most the night together for a while and as always with me it all went wrong." Harry stopped for a bit a rubbed his forehead while Ron watched him intently.
"Look a bit of a mess don't I." Ron looked away from Harry and seemed very interested in a hole in the spare pillow case.
"Yes you do, but how? And why did she call you James when your Harry?"
"James is me second name, when I went to London I was fed up of been stalked wherever I went and I didn't want her going ooh look your Harry Potter with the dead parents, lets pity him and star at the scar! So I introduced myself as James, she worked out eventually but things are different now."
"It's not that bad Harry," Ron added but harry didn't agree with him.
"It is and I hate it meeting new wizarding folk. It's bin hard this summer with no one, I'm glad you kept writing to me but I'm sorry I lied in a few of the letters about what I was up too. And without meaning to I latched on to George it was brilliant until it happened."
"I know you did Harry things didn't tally up with what Lupin had said about you, I've heard you complain about Dudley so much now that it was impossible to believe things would be that much different. What, who, did this to you?" Ron was inpatient to find out the big mystery as he looked at Harry's neck where he seamed to have marks from Dursely trying to strangle him.
"Dursely!' Ron went from horror stricken at the thought to incredibly angry at the prospect of what must of happened.
'Wait Ron you need to hear it in it's proper order to understand, I can hardly believe it myself but I'm no longer attached to the Dursley family.
'One night I'd been out in the park with George late in the evening, anyway I walked her back to the B and B but she had forgot something so on my way back I went to fetch it for her from the park.
'I hid in the shadows because just after I got there Dudley and his cronies turned up, after a bit they noticed I was there too watching from the shadows and I had to step out to see them.
'They were muggles so couldn't exactly use any magic, his friends all circled us and went for me that's how I got such a beating on me face, I've got fat fist marks down me back.' Ron was shocked but he'd started this so knew he had to finish it,
'In among the scuffling and thrashing Dudley decided to show off his new birthday present, Dursely had brought his son a packet knife, and I can tell you now it's rather sharp and with the weight of Dudley behind it you can do some serious damage."
"He didn't do what I think he did, did he?"
"That depends how much do you think he hates me, Dudley and his friends stabbed me in the chest and then upon seeing all the blood ran and left me to die in the middle of the park. If it wasn't for George who also came looking for her jacket half an hour later, I'm sad to say it Ron but I'd be dead now."
"No wonder your so dreadful looking." Ron sat back and Harry let Ron ponder for a moment about what he had just said before continuing.
"I'm not done yet Ron."
"There's more, what happened that could be more?"
"George phoned an ambulance and I was taken to a muggle hospital and stitched back together. I know you don't understand what I mean by that but ask Hermione later when you talk to her.' Harry injected looking at Ron's puzzled look.
'At the muggle hospital I was asked some questions and stuff by a muggle policeman and we told him what had happened and everything, seams I'm not the only one who's bin having a ruff night but I'm the only one they actually stabbed. I wanted me stuff and Hedwig of course so they took me back so I could get it but things didn't go to well,
'I got me stuff alright just I also somehow got cornered in the kitchen by Mr and Mrs Dursely who had decided that I was going to get squashed back to my place and bully me into making sure Dudley came out of it innocent and everything totally my fault. I couldn't help it I got so angry when they were yelling and shouting at me, I don't really know what else happened much, I must of passed out when one of the frying pans hit me in the head. So there you have it the rest I will tell you later but the other bits don't seam very important.' Harry took a long pause again with several very deep breaths,
'I spose you best tell Hermione all that I've said and there's a letter in my bag over there for you dad, warn him though and might be best if you let him explain things to your mum carefully, but do you mind if you don't mention much to the rest of your family, just that I got beat up by Dudley."
"Ok Harry don't worry about anything you be ok hear, I think you should rest now. Someone will be up in a bit to check on you." Harry didn't argue and lay down with his eyes shut trying to have a closed mind sleep with little thoughts.
Even though it took a bit of convincing Harry finally agreed to go to sleep and stay asleep for a considerably long length of time. Harry barely left Ron's bed for five days, all he did was sleep and occasionally eat. What George did all this time Harry didn't really know but she seamed happy enough when he was awake. On the fifth day Harry woke up and George was sat on his bed gentle stroking Hedwig. She saw he was awake and moved closer to Harry.
"She's a beautiful owl James and very loyal to you. Hardly left the perch in here" Harry was feeling the best he had in a very long time, it felt like he had been asleep for at least a hundred years and he wanted to get up. However he wanted to know something that was only a guess as George had a way of concealing her thoughts.
"I talk in my sleep don't I." George sighed and let Hedwig fly up onto the headboard behind Harry.
"Yes, you do James, I've not heard you all the time, some times you seam to say random words. We were really worried about you at first because it sounded like the dreams you were having were dreadful but Ron said you were rather quiet last night though.' She quickly added after a minuet.
'Do you want to come downstairs today because I think dinner's nearly ready?"
"Yes I'd like that very much, but you have to help me, I bet my legs are wobbly when I first stand up!"
"Ok just don't let Mrs Weasley find out I've helped you get dressed as I don't think she likes me, she keeps insisting Ron looks after you." Harry sat up slowly then swung his legs out of the bed while George found him some clean clothes out of his still packed bag.
As George helped him into sum fresh clothes Harry was wondering about Mrs Weasley's apparent unlike of George. Within about ten minuets Harry was dressed and ready to attempt walking around, as they started to walk down stairs Harry came to a conclusion.
"I shouldn't worry about Mrs Weasley she's just very protective of me like one of her own son's, I was kind of adopted into the family when Ron and the twins rescued me and flew us hear in Mr Weasley's old ford angular. And one time I had some trouble and Mrs Weasley thought I was going out with Hermione until she cheated on me with Krum, wasn't true mind, but Mrs Weasley wasn't sure so only sent Hermione a small box of home made cakes at Christmas.'
Harry laughed at George who had a slightly bemused face on hearing Harry's description so he continued.
'Mrs Weasley would struggle to hold a grudge against most people and would probably welcome any stray into her home like one of the family. However all six of her son's would cower at the mere thought of their mothers wrath, and the eldest must be reaching thirty soon yet still squabbles with his mum over the length of his hair." George giggled like Ginny but suddenly piped up.
"Oh so Bill's the eldest then I did wonder who he was, seamed quiet a bit older than the others but I thought there were only five son's?" Harry didn't get chance to explain about Percy as he was wondering through the kitchen as Mr Weasley spotted him.
"Arr, Harry good to see you up and about again, I was just about to send Ron to find out if you well enough for dinner today." Now Hermione and all the other Weasley's noticed him, Hermione came running over to give him a hug saying.
"Oh you look much better now Harry, we were ever so worried about you, specially seen as you turned up out of nowhere... Yes, well your face seems to have cleared up a lot now."
Hermione finally let go of Harry and let him sit down at the half laid table, who was now absent mildly rubbing the scar on his chest. He sat quiet quietly for a moment as several Weasley's laid the table Ron came and sat down next to Harry with something in his hand for a quiet word.
"I looked at the pictures and the letter but I couldn't give it to mum or dad, I'm sorry Harry but only Hermione knows what's the matter with you. George has been rather quiet on most topics but Hermione and Ginny, I think managed to get more friendly with her than I could. She seams very nice Harry, despite your skinniness Fred and George reckon you've got good taste, whatever that's supposed to mean." Harry and Ron shared knowing looks before Harry answered his comments one at a time.
"Don't worry about your mum and dad, I'll see to that, but do you think he would mind acting as a guardian in a muggle court? I do seam to be lacking in that area these days!"
"Course he won't mind, he'd be flattered, you really will be a Weasley now!"
"Good I was hoping you'd say that, I would be honoured to be an honoury Weasley! George is just a bit nervous I did sort of bring her hear not really introduce her properly then go to sleep. And I'm not sure what to say about Fred and George's comment's so I think it best I ignored them."
"We always do Harry! We always do. I think the, erm, friendly neighbourhood watch know your hear because dad went rushing off the first night you got here."
"Ok, nicely put Ron. Ooo look food I'm staving." Harry enjoyed quiet a happy afternoon dinner, Mrs Weasley whipped up lots of fresh sandwiches with all sorts of meat and cheese in and she seamed pleased to see Harry eating several plates worth of food before even pudding.
Whilst waiting for the plates to clear themselves away and pudding to come Bill and Charlie decided they wanted a catch up chat with Harry.
"So then Harry old boy, hear lots has been happening since we last met, and we were wondering on mothers orders what's bin happening to you." Bill asked now sat on one side of Harry. Then Charlie chipped in with the mini integration on the other side of him.
"Apparently you were to call for Mad-eye Moody's help if stuff was getting to bad not give him the slip in a train station." But Harry didn't really have to answer that question as Bill spotted something large and black flying this way.
"Look up there. Mum I didn't think you got Gringotts stuff by post?" Bill called across the table.
"What Bill, oh no we don't, I send your dad in." Mrs Weasley answered slightly flustered as she served pudding.
"Well why's there a big Gringotts eagle flying this way?" It was getting much bigger now as everyone turned to look at the black shape in the sky.
Harry was as shocked as everyone when it landed on the table in front of him with it's leg stuck out. Harry had totally forgotten about his trip to Gringotts a few weeks ago.
"Oh yes now I remember, I forgot about asking for that when I was in London." Taking the bulging letter Harry took a moment to admire such a bird that seamed to frighten everyone else at the table to a certain degree, even Bill.
"I hate those things, so vicious, they think everyone's trying to attack them." Harry couldn't see what the matter was, he thought it looked quiet magnificent and proud. Ron had moved back to sitting next to Harry now and was looking at the letter in Harry's hand addressed to Mr Harry James Potter.
"What's in that Harry?" Remembering what he had asked for, a list of how much money he had, Harry felt it wise not to open it where Ron was looking so went and sat on the kitchen doorstep before opening it. He looked at the first letter written in a rather official looking handwriting.
Dear Mr Harry James Potter, After careful analysis of your complete connection and history of transactions we at Gringotts have for filled your request to have written proof of the current status of your finances with us. As you will already know you have recently inherited everything in current possession of Mr Sirius Black.
This includes seven bank Volts and two properties, firstly The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black currently situated at twelve Grimmauld Place including all it's contains, servants and grounds.
Secondly The Noble and Most Ancient House of the Potters including all it contains and grounds, no servants are currently in employment of this house hold and the situation of which can only be attained through the proper sources where you must present yourself to a Gringotts Directing Official.
Harry didn't like the thought of now owning Grimmauld Place but it wasn't a surprise to him seen as he had inherited everything Sirius had owned. Harry looked again at the second house he now seemed to own.
"The Noble house of the Potter's" He repeated to himself unaware that Mr Weasley was walking over to him as he started reading again.
As stated earlier you are the sole current holder to seven Gringotts vaults which previously belonged to Mr Sirius Black, five Gringotts vaults which previously belonged to Mr James Potter and his lawful wife Mrs Lillian Potter, also one Gringotts vault which previously belong to Miss Lillian Evens and has retained in that name separated from the marriage to Mr James Potter.
Harry stopped reading then wondering why his mum had a separate account in her maiden name, what was in it and whether his dad knew that it existed. He quickly pulled the letter close to his chest as Mr Weasley was looking down on him.
"Don't worry Harry I'm not interested in looking if anyone but you looks at that letter they will probably get a nasty shock. But would you like to come and join us for some home made strawberry ice cream?"
"Oh yes I love that stuff." Harry replied shoving the letter into it's envelope and his inside pocket.
Harry didn't think about letter much all the way through pudding or even when Ron had finally convinced Mrs Weasley to let him come up to the old orchid and play a bit of Quidditch, everyone came except Mr and Mrs Weasley.
And all of them really enjoyed it, although Harry was now getting tired again, while George made him sit down and rest under a tree with him everyone seemed to have a go on Harry's Firebolt, Charlie was especially impressed and proved he still had the skills from his time as a Hogwarts Seeker.
It was all ready dark when they got back to the Burro and Mrs Weasley was rather cross that they had been out so late. Before going to bed though Harry took a moment to talk to George quietly in the Garden.
"In that letter it say's I've inherited my Godfather's house in London so do you want to go there soon now I'm much better. I like it here but soon they might want me to explain and not just to the Weasley's I've kind of being giving the slip to a few interesting Characters that were following me and won't take to kindly to me sneaking off."
"James, if people are concerned about looking after you and you through it back in their faces you can't expect them to be to happy." You sound like Hermione Harry thought.
"Well they don't have to stalk and ignore me all the time they could just come and visit regularly, talk to me and stuff, it's not as if I don't know they're there!" George seamed less like Hermione now and much more satisfied with his answer.
"Ok tell me about this house in London. And when do you want to go there?" Harry thought for a moment about the state it was in the last time he was at Grimmauld Place.
"It's not to nice you know in places, it's in good condition basically, pretty clean thanks to Mrs Weasley but could do with some one regularly living in it and doing it up a bit. And it's got a mad house elf that we can't get rid of because of sensitive information. And I think there's still a escaped convicted Hippogriff in the attic called Buckbeak, very nice creature but..." George quietened Harry with her finger again.
"If you don't mind me living there with you then we can go and make it better whenever you like. I'm sure with a proper women's touch and like you say some paint it will be ok. I did house decorating and refurbishment by magic before I was kicked out of school." Harry smiled at George who seemed so eager to make a home.
"You really don't mind. I would love to have some sort of continues home that was nice and mine. Oh and there's one more thing, once you've gone there anything you might hear of or see can't be repeated, those people I told you about have a habit of turning up at odd times. But I think might take more control over that."
"I don't understand what you mean by that but I'm not going to go giving stuff away and I assume I will understand better when we get there."
"Yes, now we best go to bed, I'll see you in the morning." Harry kissed her lightly on the cheek and then followed her up stairs to bed. Ron guessed Harry had been talking to George and that was why he was a bit late but asked out right anyway.
"You been talking to George again? Well you best behave if you know what I mean because mum doesn't really like any of your sort of girlfriends, remember what happened with Hermione!" Harry stood and stared at Ron for a moment before answering.
"Yes I've bin talking to George, and yes I do behave particularly because it's your mums house and because I don't want to offend her, she's always been nice to me, but that doesn't mean that when I'm not a guest here I'm going to behave if you understand what I mean." Ron laughed climbing into bed.
"Your such a potty-head some time Potter."
"Hay, hope that wasn't some sort of insult, just Because it's true!" They both laughed like they haven't done in what seemed ages before finally going to sleep.
Well please review for me as it took me blood ages to do this one for some daft reason.
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