Harry Potter and the Void of Emptiness

Chapter Four: Inheretance

Harry, James and Lily, stepped outside the Dursly house. James pulled a put-outer, from his robes and with a click, the light from street lamps dissapeared. "Gotta make sure the muggles don't see anything. Now I'm sure you have learned to apparate, right Harry?" Harry nodded his confirmation.

"Now Harry, I want you to think of nothing else but, Potter vault, 335 ok honey?" His mother said gently.

With a twirl of their robes, the reunited familly dissaparated. Harry felt as though he had fell into a great tube. He still hadn't gotten over the feeling, even though he had been apparating all over the Dursly house. Sometimes for a break, sometimes for spite, and it was one hell of a laugh seeing Dudly's face after apparating in front of him.

The feeling lifted, and Harry knew they had reached their destination. He opened his eyes to see the most amasing sight in his lifetime. The room was the sise of a mountain. Gold filled up to the roof above, suits of golden armour weilding silver blades lined the walls. in the centre, a huge treasure chest, the size of a door on its side times ten! On its centre, the mark of Griffindor.

"Take a good look son," said his father said suddenly. "This is everything Godrick Griffindor ever owned." When he saw the look of awe on his son's face he stated,"Yes Harry, what your thinking is true, the Potter familly, is the last living relatives of Griffindor. Therefore, we own all this stuff. But you own this whole chest, and more! when me and your mother die, you will be in ownership of all this. But the reason we came here, is to give you this." He pulled out a long thin box, adorned with jewels. James passed the box to Harry who took it and to his surprise, it was much lighter than it looked.

Harry was about to reveal what was inside when,"Harry you can't open it here. wait until we are safe from prying eyes..." and all of a sudden, James was looking in every direction. When he confirmed that no one was there, he dug in the chest and pulled out a gold shield, also bearing Griffindor's mark.

"Ok everyone, this is the only portkey in the world able to lead us to Potter manor. On the count of three now. One...Two...THREE!"

In a spinning vortex the Potters flew, and reappeared at the biggest castle Harry had ever seen.

"Its bigger than Hogwarts! Do we really live here?" Harry asked his new guardians. They both nodded and Harry grinned sheepeshly. This was all his he thought while unpacking his trunk. His room was huge, probably able to house 40, 50 people quite comfortably.

The next morning, Harry sprinted down the castle from his room to the kitchens, which was the size of a cathadrel, and being mopped, scrubbed and or waxed by a hundred house-elves. He soon saw a very tired looking James at the table drinking what looked like black coffee. "Hey dad! I bet I can whoop you at a race, you know with brooms, or if your a little chicken that your son will beat you."

This seemed to bring a sparkle in his long-lost father's eyes.

Harry and James sprinted down the almost mile long field to a clear space for a race. But when Harry saw what was behind the trees, he let a gasp escape his lips. They had reached a huge Quidditch pitch. Harry gazed in awe and his father said in a clearly ammused voice,"You didn't think that I wouldn't have my own pitch did you? After playing it for the first time, I couldn't stop. Oh, me and

padfoot used to love racing laps, we used to make dessisions on races, like who got the cherry cheese cake, or...whats wrong Harry?" Harry had just started rocking back and forth on a log, face in his hands. "N..no, S..Sirius is d..d..dead!" All of a sudden Harry started sobbing hystericly.

"In my fifth year, Sirius was killed by Bellatrix Lestrange. And I plan to kill her for it..." The last few words Harry said through clenched teeth.

Author's note: Well thats the end of chapter four, I hope you all like it so far, this is my second story so...uh...aww screw it, READ AND REVIEW!