Heir of Hogwarts

By

Sannikex

A/N: Long time no see...hrm. Well, I'm here now and I'm working on a reproduction on this since it's awfully outdated after HBP. One day that story might see the light of day at I hope you've read my other works, there's lots of new stuff and enjoyed. Now I'll shut up. Almost, I don't own anything, I'm just playing with other people's stuff!

Rain was pounding harshly on the windows and the trees had to bow for a furious howling wind. The lake he could see was steel grey and the waves went high. The clouds were blue, almost black with a streak of violet as they loomed over the firmament.

It suited his mood perfectly. Ron and Hermione were bickering in the next room and he had left them alone to their fighting. All he wanted was some time to sort out what was happening. An aunt no one had ever mentioned had appeared in his life. And why hadn't anyone if she was so great and powerful?

"You'll just have to wait and see, Harry," came Jane's voice and he couldn't help but shudder, partly because the slightly echoing voice and partly because she seemed to have picked up what he was thinking about.

He rose from the windowsill where he had positioned himself. The loud voices from the other room had stopped and Harry guessed that either one of them had stomped off or they had solved the problem. He should get in and look over the damage. He really hated when they fought. It shut him out.

Without knocking, or even thinking about it, he walked in. And froze before rushing out again, feeling that he blushed. He didn't think his friends had been trying to bite each other, more likely had they been snogging each other's brains out.

He had always know that the day would come when his best friends finally would admit their feelings for each other and he had wished for it to happen. It was so obvious to everyone but themselves. Still he hadn't expected it to hurt. An era was over. The uncomplicated threesome friends relationship was broken. Now it was Ron and Hermione. And Harry.

"Harry, go out in the corridor." There was a certainty that you would obey that made it impossible to ignore a direct order from Jane Potter.

Listlessly he opened the door and almost stumbled back in surprise. He was looking out at the Diagon Alley. Not far away Ron and Hermione were looking out with similar looks of surprise. It stung a bit to see their entwined hands.

They seemed to have seen him as they started walking towards him. It looked really weird to see them walking through the people who gave no signs that two teenagers just had passed through them.

"Can you see Jane?" Ron asked, the tips of his ears slightly pink as his friend took in the state of Hermione's hair that recently had been in a neat bun.

"No", Harry answered and discreetly turned his attention away from Hermione's hair.

"There she is!" Hermione called and pointed across the street where the Potter family was walking. Everyone parted at the sight of the family and greeted them respectfully. Harold answered lightly with his arm around Elizabeth who smiled warmly. There was no doubt that the Potters were highly respected; everybody seemed to have something to say them. The twins who were running around their parents with thousand things to do in exploring the new people and surroundings surprised the Trio by when spoken to, reply precociously polite.

But something was wrong. You could see it in Elizabeth's eyes and Harold's forced smile. Ron nudged his side.

"There are more people in your family who are first page news", he said quietly and Harry turned his head. One door down the street the Daily Prophet's placards was covering the shop windows in Flourish and Blott's. Jane Potter is the Heir!

The trio walked closer and could now hear the conversations around them. Harry shuddered uneasily. They were hearing conversations that had taken place thirty-three years ago.

Before they made it to the bookshop Hermione called, "Look!" and pointed towards the place where the twins just had been. Now it was only James who was pressing his nose against the shop window to Quality Quidditch Supplies. No blonde girl was around.

Elizabeth seemed to have noticed as well and gripped Harold's arm. Even from this distance they could see her lips forming the words, Harold, Jane!

The surroundings blurred and they found themselves in a magnificent room. The high ceiling and many windows gave the impression of being in a hall but the hearth that Harry didn't doubt he could stand in with his arms outstretched without touching the walls of it, had a roaring fire in it and the thick carpets that covered the floor gave a homey feeling to it. Paintings on the walls and curtains in the windows heightened the comfort and the armchairs seemed to invite you to sink down in them.

"Sit down", Jane's voice commanded. The Trio did as they were told and picked a chair each. They actually were as comfortable as they looked. A chair appeared, facing theirs and a foggy outline of a human vacated it. Slowly the ghostly shape materialized and Jane leaned back in the chair. A little and totally female pang of jealousy hit Hermione. She could never slouch in a chair with grace.

"As you just saw, I was kidnapped at the age of four." They all nodded and Jane continued, "But the two kidnappers didn't know anything about the Heir's powers and the ugly side of me frightened them", Ron interrupted,

"You have an ugly side?" and Hermione sent him a dirty look and said a tad shrilly,

"Yes. The Heirs can't lose control of their feelings; their powers break havoc. They have to control their emotions as well as their magical abilities. They can be dangerous for their surroundings and themselves." Jane smirked,

"Very good, ten points to Gryffindor." Hermione blushed. If it was because of Jane's irony or her praise she couldn't decide. "As I said the kidnappers got scared and tried to obliviate me. But they were not more than mediocre wizards and the spell hit wrong." The gray eyes got lost in space and a small motion of her hand made a square appear between them. Like on a TV screen they saw two men Apparating away from a dark slum. On the ground a small bundle was curled up. They could make out young Jane's blue cloak in the dusk. "They left me there and when I woke up I couldn't remember who I was, where I was or what had happened to me. I could not recall anything from the life I had led until that point. I knew something was missing, that something was wrong but I didn't know what it was. Upon taking my life from me the kidnappers had managed to hex away my ability to talk and left me in the Muggle world. I had no chance to contact my world even if I would have remembered it." The girl on the screen had woken up and was staggering forward. Slowly she progressed and made it out of the slum. The perspective changed and a boy in shabby school uniform came into sight. He was leaning against a wall, his observant eyes following the bustling people on the pavement.

"That's Boo." They saw how the girl walked past the boy, her eyes empty. He bent down and grabbed young Jane's shoulder.

The girl looked definitely lost. Since he knew that feeling himself he bent down and touched the girl's blue clad shoulder. He was completely unprepared for the murderous look the pair of gray eyes sent him from beneath the blonde fringe. But after he the first surprise had faded, God, he had never known that girls reaching to your waist could look ready to kill, he saw the fear that shone deep within the thunder gray depths. Maybe it was because he could feel the warmth of her body through the cape she wore or maybe it was the fear in her eyes that woke memories of a young boy with bruises and the same fear shining in his eyes that made him say, "If you've lost your parents you could come with me. But only if you are ready to work for a home and if you're good at 'working'. Do you understand?" The girl nodded and a cold little hand gripped his trustingly. Braid won't like it...But we need some fresh blood in the family, Braid knows that. Oh, what the heck! "I could show you what working is before you decide." He swallowed, she couldn't be older than five and he was already introducing her..."Watch closely!" He let go of her hand and started walking down the street. He picked out a yellow raincoat accompanied by a long beard that someone had dyed red very badly. As always when he had picked a goal his heart beat faster and with every step he went through the golden rules. Don't cause attention, don't cause attention, and don't cause attention. He quickened his pace and went past the raincoat man.

An 'excuse me' and a look backwards at the unsuspecting man he declared mission accomplished. He let the man's wallet slide down in his backpack and returned to the little girl.

"Did you see it?" he asked with a smirk. He doubted it, he was one of the best. Slowly she nodded. "Did you see that I took his wallet?" She nodded again. Was he getting slow?

"Alright, you saw it. But it's not as easy as it looks!" He was a bit miffed that she hadn't been all wondering, worshipping eyes. Boo's weak spot had always been girls.

The blonde girl just looked blank. "Well, do it yourself then!" A second after the words had left his mouth he regretted them. If she just grabbed someone's wallet...he shuddered as police officer Cane appeared in his mind. But it was too late; the girl was already out on the crowded street. During the following minutes Boo's chin dropped further and further and when the little girl returned and handed him a well-filled wallet.

It had taken him years to master the art of pickpocketing and this girl who coulldn't have experienced her sixth birthday had already outnumbered what he earned in a week. She seemed to have an intuitional feeling for whose wallet was the thickest and easily collected them without qualms. Boo couldn't believe his luck. At this rate he might get Braid to buy him new shoes.

"Come on let's go home. We have more than enough, Braid is so going to welcome you!" And she might even thank him for the treasure he'd found...

A boring warehouse with covered windows appeared on the 'screen' and Boo knocked a on the door in a long series with different intervals. A girl with dark brown hair in a braid that reached her thighs opened and Boo jumped in and spun her around.

"Braid, she's fabulous! I've found a girl today and she...I don't know it's like magic!" The girl called Braid got a sour line around her mouth and her hands settled on her hips.

"Really."

"Yes, look what we got today!" Triumphantly he held out a bundle of notes in different currents. Braid's eyes widened and she took the bundle.

"Oh!" She could buy food for a whole week for this, and May needed a new skirt and Boo's shoes had been beyond repair long ago.

"Meet Magic, Braid", Boo said proudly and pushed little Jane Potter in front of the older girl. There was no doubt of what was going on in Braid's head. On one hand this little girl could be their foremost source of income and see to that her gang wouldn't freeze and be hungry. On the other hand was that this source of income was about five years old. Boo didn't see that, he saw the money the girl could get them but Braid knew that somewhere this girl had a mother, living or dead and she wasn't sure she wanted to be responsible for that mother's daughter becoming a criminal. Still...her gang couldn't live on air only.

"Alright, she can stay."

"A criminal at the age of five. As you understand it was of course magic that helped me, that's after all how magic works, under your will, just like you can wish to lift an arm or take a step. My magic is just more developed. That's why I easily plundered people's pockets for four years after this moment we just watched. Then we had some bad luck and the social workers finally got us. We were all split up, Boo ended up in Dublin of all places, and I found myself at Pearson's Orphanage which I guess was alright for being an orphanage. It was by no means any Dickens hellhole but I hated it. I was always missing something and I couldn't place my finger on what it was. Of course it was my family and especially James. We had a very special bond and it was making itself known even if the two kidnappers had hexed away my memory of James. Well, life went on and then one day the orphanage got new neighbours in the large house not far away. It was a family who had moved out of town, they needed space and country life. I didn't know exactly why they moved but I got to know the reason personally. The family's name was Lupin."

A/N: So what did you think?