Laura scowled as she went through her limited wardrobe, looking for something suitable to wear to the will reading. If this was what she thought it was, then she would need to look the part of a Lady and not riff raff off the street. Or, she grinned evilly, she could show up in a pair of leather pants, dragon hide boots, and a purple cami. She could save the beautiful silk dresses her uncles Gideon and Fabian Prewett had given her to buy her silence for another day. Of course, she would have kept the secret of their continued existence without a fee, but they had insisted, saying that she would need them eventually anyway. She scowled as she pulled out the afore mentioned outfit. If they had known this was going to happen and hadn't told her there would be a prank war in the reckoning. Of course, if the wills contained what she thought they did, she could free her godfather from Azkaban. Which was exactly why she had penned the goblins and asked them to include the head of the DMLE in the reading. She had also been giddy to find out that Remus Lupin had not only been awarded custody of his twin daughters - who should never have been taken from him in the first place - but also the Boy-Who-Lived. She only hoped that the old Marauder had room for one more. Her thoughts went back to the will reading and a smirk lit her features as she thought about all the stunned faces she would induce later. After all, the only one who would be there who knew she was alive would be her little brother, and he had no contact with the magical world whatsoever. She sighed as she braided her hair and slipped a knife in its sheath down her boot. Her wand went in its holster on her calf and she straightened her shirt. Today was going to be a very long day.
Yesterday had been quite a shock for young Harry. He had been taken from the Dursleys and the nice man who'd saved him promised he would never have to go there again. He'd also made his first friends: the man's daughters and his son. The man had told him to either call him Remus or Uncle Moony, and he didn't have to cook breakfast or clean the house or weed the garden! He didn't even have to mow the yard! And no more beatings! It was great! And his son, Teddy, had introduced him to a new sport this morning: Quidditch. It was great! But they had had to put their brooms away and get dressed to go to the bank this afternoon. Gringotts, Uncle Moony called it. He said something about wills and his parents. He'd also said something about a man named Dumbledore and how he wished Laura, Harry's big sister, could be there just to mess with the 'old coot'. He almost protested and asked why not - Lorey had written him plenty of times - then he remembered his sister's last letter. She'd told him that if he ever met any wizards he had to keep quiet when they mentioned her. They thought she was dead and she wanted to keep it that way, she said. He hoped she would be at the bank. He wanted to meet her. A loud screech broke him from his thoughts and he looked up in time to see a tawny owl fly through the window and drop a letter in his lap before it flew back out the window. It was addressed to 'Prongslet, Ickle Harrykins, Fawn, Brother Dearest'. He tore the seal open eagerly and read his sister's words hungrily, a grin threatening to split his face as his eyes skimmed the paper. Lorey was going to be at the bank all right - and she was going to cause a splash. Today was going to be great!
Selene frowned as she watched her knew friend read his letter. She wanted to ask who it was from, but she was afraid of making him angry with her. She shook her head and pushed it from her mind. She had more important things to think about - like why they hadn't been beaten yet, and when would the beatings start? Would they start? Was this man, her 'bearer' as he'd put it, different from Jason? Would he hurt her? Or protect her like he'd promised? The only way to find out was time, and time scared the hell out of her. She just hoped the pain was finally over. She looked over at her twin and both nodded in silent agreement. No matter what happened to day, they would protect the boys the best they could. She sighed. Today was going to be nerve-wracking.
Michael pushed himself off the floor and was relieved to not find himself an orphan. His father was still breathing, even if it was a little difficult. They had survived another night. Hopefully this would end soon. He hoped so. His dad said so. Only tomorrow would tell. For now, they had to get ready to go shopping. He went to his room and the en suit bathroom there. A long soak in hot water would help ease the ache from the curse before they had to leave for Gringotts. As he stripped and sank down into the steaming water, he couldn't shake the feeling that something big was going to happen today. Something cataclysmic. Something that would change him and quite possibly knock the Wizarding World off its feet. And it scared the hell out of him.