Victor Whitehall was a bitter old man. After losing his only three children in the war to the Americans, he sold his family estate in France and moved to an all wizard Island of the west coast of Ireland. A community completely separated from the rest of the world, the Island of Wonder was a lovely place for wealthy wizarding families to settle down and live a life free of muggles.

Victor had built a nice cottage away from the main town and rarely received visitors. The only way to contact him was through his Solicitor who handled almost all his affairs, mainly involving his many business investments. Most mail he received was from Pureblood families looking for loans or handouts for various legal endeavors and campaigns to consolidate their influence over the Wizarding World.

Most recently he had been receiving mail regarding his fortune. With all three sons dead and no daughters to speak of he had no one to inherit his money, title, or land. His only option was to will it to someone on his passing. The Pureblood families wanted him to choose someone within the ranks of the dark Pureblood families. The most vocal of this was Lucius Malfoy. He wanted his son chosen for the honor. Truthfully, Victor was tired of it all. The politics of the old families are what got his sons killed in the first place.

At the age of seventy-four, almost seventy-five, Victor Whitehall was a six foot thin balding old man. He had larger than normal ears with a small pointed nose and cold green eyes. He still got around well, thanks to his celestial physiology, but he was filling his age sooner than most wizards. Celestials could live between one hundred twenty to two hundred years quit easily and not really start to fill old generally until one hundred ten or so.

Today, however, things around Whitehall Cottage would change. Victor's normal breakfast routine of two eggs, four pieces of bacon, and two pieces of toast was interrupted by an owl. It was a magnificent Grate Horned Owl that Charles Braner, Victor's Solicitor, used for post. Braner sent a letter saying that a Wizard Attorney needed to talk with him about an important matter. The young man didn't trust the information with owls and would like to meet with Whitehall directly. Victor replied saying he would receive guests at two that afternoon pervaded that Braner was present as well.

At two Charles Braner showed up at the front door with a tall twenty-two-year-old man of African descent. Edward Winslow, called Eddie by his friends, was a rather tall man with a mustache and goatee. He wore robes of deep purple with silver cuffs and soled dark green dragon hide boots.

Charles Braner was a short, forty-year-old, heavy set, Caucasian man with balding brown hair. He wore robes of soled black and dress shoes. On his wrest was gold magic watch that had names and dates of appointments instead of numbers.

Victor's house elf, Misty, showed them into the setting room where Mr. Whitehall was waiting. Victor stood and shook Edward's hand and introduced himself then the three men took sets at the coffee table. Mr. Whitehall sat across from Eddie and Charles.

"Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice Mr. Whitehall." Edward started. " I was appointed by the Gringotts Bank of Los Angeles, California to represent a young witch named Willow Rosenberg who is currently receiving medical treatment. The nature of this discussion might be personal for you. I need to ask that you keep this conversation between those present until such time as it is no longer necessary.

Whitehall was perplexed. What would he have to do with a young witch in America? Also, wasn't California apart of wandless America. He didn't believe he had business investments there that could affect him legally somehow. He looked over at Braner, but he looked just as confused as himself.

"I'm sorry Mr. Winslow, but I have no idea what you're talking about." Whitehall said. " I can't possibly see what this girl would have to do with me."

Eddie looked a little uncomfortable as he turned to Charles Braner then looked back to Victor. "Some of the questions I need to ask maybe uncomfortable for you to talk about and there is also my client's privacy to consider." Eddie explained.

This time it was Charles how spoke up. " If you are wondering about my professional integrity, Mr. Winslow, I can assure you I won't speak of this to no one. I've taken unbreakable vows to never discuss Mr. Whitehall's personal business with anyone without expressed permission. If you're client's affairs genuinely concern Mr. Whitehall than those vows extend to your client as long as Mr. Whitehall says they do."

Eddie was taken back by this. He would never have entered an unbreakable vow with a client. Not even one as wealthy and well known as Whitehall. The old families sure took privacy to the extreme.

Looking back and forth between Charles and Victor, Edward knew Charles was staying. So he looked right at the older wizard and asked, " Did you ever at any time in your life willingly have relations with a muggle woman?"

Charles was appalled. Didn't this American know who he was talking to. Victor Whitehall was one of the truest Purebloods living in England. How could he think for one second that the Wizard before him could ever do such a thing with a lowly Muggle. The very idea was inconceivable.

Victor was first appalled then angry. This man had come into his home and accused him of what exactly. The answer was yes, he had been with muggle women but not in many years. There was no way he could be this girl's father. He had never even been to America. The bodies of his three sons had been shipped to the Ministry and he had them shipped straight to the funeral home. "I assure you Mr. Winslow that there is no way on this earth that I could be this girl's father."

Eddie looked Victor in the eye and said. "I never said you where the girl's father. What I'm saying is that you are Willow's grandfather."

This accusation made the old Wizard stop and think. He had married his late wife when he was young. They had both been seventeen at the time. The marriage was arranged by their families, as was custom in those days, and he was married two weeks after his seventeenth birthday. His late wife, Nanora, had celebrated her seventeenth only two months before he did. They had been OK with each other but had never genuinely loved one another. Their marriage had been a business arrangement and that is all there ever was between them. He and Nanora had other relationships outside their marriage. To avoid rumors they kept them strictly to the Muggle World, but they were very careful to avoid complications.

Victor couldn't help but wonder if it was true. Could he have a granddaughter. He had barred his sons over twenty years ago. On that day he watched as his legacy ended as Nanora vowed over the graves of their sons that she would never face this pain again. Nanora never gave him another child and had joined their sons in the next world three years ago from Dragon Pox. If this was true, then what of his possible son or daughter? He looked at the American Lawyer and asked him.

"You had a daughter. She went to Hogwarts and, to my knowledge, never knew the man she thought was her father wasn't. She grew up thinking she was muggle born and meet and married a Pureblood Wizard who was greatly opposed to You-Know-Who. They were murdered at the end of the war by You-Know-Who himself." Eddie explained.

So, Victor thought, that was it then. His daughter died in the war just like his sons. "What was her name?" Victor asked Eddie.

"Lily Potter." Eddie answered.

You could literally here Victor and Charles hart's skip a beat. " Your lying!" Charles accused. "Everyone knows Harry Potter is an only child and never had a sister. What your saying is impossible."

Charles was in shock. First this man accused Victor of having a child out of wedlock with a muggle, an accusation that Victor didn't deny, and know says Lily Potter was actually his daughter. It couldn't be true, could it?

"I know what I'm saying sounds impossible but here me out first and I'll explain. The Potters could not hide the fact that Lily was pregnant. They could hide the fact that Lily would have twins. When the children were born they gave Willow up to protect her from their Enemies. Albus Dumbledore himself confirmed this happened. Willow was adopted by a young Muggle couple while on their honeymoon in England and taken back to America soon after." Eddie explained.

Charles Braner couldn't believe it. "You're saying that Harry Potter is the grandson of Victor Whitehall. That Harry has a twin sister in an American Hospital who is also the granddaughter of Victor Whitehall? What prof do you have to support these claims?"

Edward looked at Charles but addressed Victor. "My father is the American Auror that was assigned to help the California Coven with the case. He works in the Los Angeles Auror Department. He had a friend run Willow's blood threw the Goblin Nation blood registry to hopefully find family. He hoped the girl had magic family that she simply didn't know about. We had known idea she was adopted until the results came back."

Victor couldn't help but fill hope. He had grandchildren and his granddaughter needed him. "What happens know?" He asked.

"This Monday all relevant parties will meet at Gringotts in Diagon Alley. The Goblins will do an authentication test to fully confirm the findings. You'll have to be there noon sharp. That is all I have for you gentlemen." Eddie said as he stood up. Charles stood with him.

"I'll show you to the door Mr. Winslow." Charles politely said.

When Charles retuned to the sitting room, he was yet again shocked. It had been a long time sense he had seen such a fire in his employer's eyes but there was an inferno burning now. He seemed more invigorated than ever before. "Prepare yourself for war Charles. Albus Dumbledore will not give up control of my grandchildren easily. I want my grandchildren, I'll have my grandchildren. Anyone who tries to keep me from them will face my full wrath!"