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Chapter 2
Hathor P.O.V
Remus was about to ask the Goblin for help, when I came to his side, and once again speaking in goblin I said; "Honoured Goblin Teller, Griphook, we are in need of your assistance."
Griphook looked at me in shock. He replied in the same language. "What could I help you with, Miss Potter?"
"I am here to find out about my parents wills and my inheritance. I and others have been lied to and manipulated by Albus Dumbledore, and I wish to get free of his manipulations. Will you help me?"
"Of course, Miss Potter. I will take you to the Potter accounts manager, Iron paw. If you and your companions would follow me." We followed him, and I was aware of Remus staring at me.
"Where did you learn how to speak Goblin?" he asked. "And when did you learn?"
"I have a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. He taught me." I explained.
"Ah."
"What, you're not going to pry?" I asked.
"No."
"Bloody hell. Who are you, and what have you done with Moony?"
"It was the 'he taught me' part."
"Right. Now I understand. You're not going to make threats?"
"Not if it's purely platonic."
"What if I said it wasn't?"
"Then I'd trick you into telling me who he was and go threaten him an hour before the full moon."
"Good thing we aren't taking things that far then, isn't it?"
"For him, yes."
We'd just reached a door, and Griphook knocked. A voice came through, speaking in goblin, said "Enter."
Griphook entered and introduced me. "Hathor Potter, come to see about her parents wills and her accounts."
"Very well Griphook, you may go." The Goblin behind the desk, Iron paw, said. "Please, take a seat." He said to us, when the door clicked closed behind us.
I sat down in one of the seats, and saw the other three do the same. My apparent grandfather and his brother seemed rather stiff.
"So Miss Potter, do you wish to re-hear your parents will?" Iron paw asked.
"Actually, I never heard it. I never even received a copy." I said.
The Goblin stiffened. "But you were supposed to at least have received a copy when you were eleven! Someone, and I think I know who, has been interfering with your life."
"Dumbledore." I said.
"Who is this Dumbledore person that keeps cropping up?" Victor asked.
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, defeater of the Dark Lord Grindelwald, holder of the Order of Merlin, first Class, and Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards." I said in a snooty voice.
"Not any more." Remus laughed. "The other countries have voted on keeping him out. He doesn't hold so much sway in the rest of the world as he does in Britain. Dumbledore is seen as the greatest wizard of our time by allot of the wizarding population in this country. They believe every word that comes from his mouth. Most of the community would die if he said that the way to save ourselves was to not breathe."
During this explanation, Iron paw had called a goblin to bring both my parents will, and Sirius'. When they were brought in, Iron Paw began with my parents will.
We Lord James Charlus Potter and Lady Lilly Potter, being of sound magic, mind and body do declare this our last will and testament, declaring all previous wills and testaments nullified.
Firstly, we leave the charge of our beautiful daughter Hathor to her Godfather, Sirius Black. If he is unavailable, then she is to go to Remus Lupin, a family friend. If Remus is not allowed to take her due to those idiotic bigoted laws to do with werewolves, then we place Professor Minerva McGonagall in charge of finding Lilly's biological father, Victor Creed, to look after. Yes, we found out about Victor Creed, screw you Dumbledore, you manipulative old goat! Under no circumstances is Hathor to go to The Dursleys, or anyone appointed by Albus Dumbledore.
Secondly, we leave one million galleons to Sirius Black. Yes we know you don't need it Padfoot, but it's the least we can do for you being such a great friend/brother. To Remus Lupin, we leave our apartment in Cardiff and a million Galleons. Have a good life, and don't let your furry little problem get you down Moony! To Peter Pettigrew, we leave nothing, because if we are dead, you have betrayed us, you traitorous rat! To Victor Creed, we leave you with our cabin in Canada, and the knowledge that you have a granddaughter. Please, help protect her.
Finally, we leave everything else to our beautiful baby girl, Hathor Lilly Potter, our titles, money, and properties. We wish we could be with you sweetheart, but war is war. Do not trust Albus Dumbledore. He will try and control you to win the war. Sweetheart, if we are dead, then Voldemort probably believes you are the one with the power to defeat him. You need to train. Sirius and Remus should be able to help you with your spell work, but you need to know other methods of fighting. Search out your grandfather, Victor Creed. From what Lilly was able to find out about him before we went into hiding, he's a damn good fighter. We love you very much, and know that you can go far. Be brave sweetheart, and don't let anyone, or anything dictate your life. Your decisions are yours to make. Live life to its fullest. We hope we had several years with you, but if we didn't we loved you since before you were born, when we found out you existed.
Lord and Lady Potter.
That meddling old coot! I was seething at him, but motioned for Iron paw to continue.
I Lord Sirius Orion Black, being of sound, magic, mind and body, declare this as my last will and testament, declaring all previous wills and testaments nullified.
Right, that's out of the way, Padfoot here. To Albus Dumbledore, I leave nothing. Get the hell out of my house you bastard! And leave my Goddaughter the hell alone!
To Remus Lupin, I leave a million galleons, and a cottage in Ireland. Live free Mooney, thank you for being there for me. I reinstate Andromeda and Nymphadora Tonks to the Black family, and I disown Bellatrix LeStrange and Narcissa Malfoy from the Black family.
Finally, I leave everything else, my money, properties and titles to my goddaughter, Hathor Lilly Potter. I know my death will come as a blow, and that you are already loaded from your parents, but I see you as my daughter. Live your own life, and have fun. Forget about the war every now and then, relax, enjoy yourself! Learn to ride a bike, I've left you one after all.
Sirius Black, A.K.A Padfoot, A.K.A Snuffles, signing out.
I smiled at the last part. "Oh, that is so typically Sirius." I said.
"Oh Padfoot wrote that alright." Remus said, as he pulled me into a one armed hug.
"If I may, Lady Potter, I believe there may be more wrong in your life than someone ignoring your parents will." Iron paw said.
"What else could have been done?" Victor asked. I heard a growl in his tone. He was pissed.
"Maybe a few magical blocks, perhaps. I could run a test to check." He pulled out a long piece of parchment, a quill, and an ornate knife.
I took the quill and the knife. "How much blood do you need?"
"Three drops, please."
I nodded, and did so. The quill absorbed the blood, and sprang to life, and began writing on the parchment.
A/N: Please review! Should I continue? Or not?