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AN: Yes, I realize that I have moved the Trial from the beginning of August to the beginning of July. It fits with my time line of this story better.
I would also like to state that this is an answer to a challenge put on by the last of the pendragons at FFN.
THIS IS A NEW EDITION OF THIS CHAPTER... A FEW THINGS HAVE CHANGED.
Chapter 5
Harry Potter and the Lords Lament
Grimmauld Place
Early Morning
Monday morning dawned gray and cloudy, rain was on the horizon. Harry sat up in his bed, stretched his arms over his head and mentally prepared himself for the stress of the day ahead.
'Alexian, what do I do today? I know that I need to go to the bank but what do I do from there?' Harry thought to his guide.
'Well first you need to ask for the goblin that handles the Potter Accounts. Once they show you to him you need to verify a few things like whne he began his position, who appointed him, and has he been diligent. If he was not appointed by a member of the family you will need to dismiss him and request a new account manager.' Alexian said comfortingly.
'Is that all. I can do that.' Harry sighed in relief.
'Good. Then you need to ask for a certified copy of you parents' wills and the account ledgers. James should have had it returned to the vault upon his going into hiding. I'll help you go through the ledgers tonight. You will need to freeze all of your accounts until you have time to go through each of them.'
'Is that all?'
'That's all for your father's side of the family. I would save your Mother's vault for the last actions of the day. If I remember your father's thoughts on Lily I would say it is going to take you a while to get through the things that she left for you.'
'Thanks Alexian. Oh, question, why does my head hurt really bad most mornings?'
'Most nights I'm giving you information that you need, that someone should have told you. Like how to speak, social skills, Family History, the nuances of navigating the Wizengamot.'
'So you are making me smarter?'
'Not really smarter. I'm adding the collective knowledge and experience of everyone that has ever worn a Potter Crest. All of the crests are connected, to yours and through yours to the Manor and me. You still have to use the information or it will leave your memory.'
'Like when I was talking to the Wizengamot and to the other heirs. Or dinner with Susan Bones and her Aunt's circle of friends.'
'Correct, we can't have you messing with the family's name. Now can we?' Climbing out of bed Harry jumped into the shower and then dressed in charcoal gray pants and a white polo. He met Hermione, Ron and Ginny on the stairs heading for breakfast. Sitting at the table was Remus, Tonks and Sirius.
"Good morning everyone. What are today's plans?" Harry asked.
"Nothing." Hermione answered for Ginny and Ron.
"I was wondering if anyone wanted to go to the bank with me?" Harry questioned while helping Molly bring breakfast to the table. He knew that Molly wouldn't let him out of the house without people going with him.
"Are you sure Harry?" Ron asked hesitantly.
"Of course Ron, you are my friends aren't you?"
"Who is going to go with you Harry? I want you to be safe." Mrs Weasley asked, dishing up plates for everyone.
"I was planning on going along with them and Remus was going to accompany me." Tonks said smiling at Remus before going back to her eggs. Once Harry and his friends had finished breakfast they raced upstairs to straighten their rooms.
An hour later the children, accompained by Remus and Tonks, approached Gringotts. Harry grew nervous of what was going to happen and what could be in his parent's vaults. He knew some of what was going to be discussed today but not everyhting, it was the stuff that he didn't know that worried him the most.
'Harry relax, there will be no surprises in your Father's accounts. I am the only surprise.'
'How did you get in to my head in the first place Alexian?'
'Your Mother was just as brilliant as she was beautiful. She knew that if they did not make it you would need someone to guide you. She also planned on their wills being ignored. The box you found at your Aunt's at the beginning of the summer was amazing. She tied your father's crest to the one you received upon your birth and put it in the box. When your father died I went straight to your crest and waited for you to find me.' Once through the doors of the bank they were greeted by a surly looking goblin.
"Buisness?" He growled at them.
"I would like to see someone about the Potter Accounts, Wills and Inheritances."
"Name." The bored goblin asked, like it was commonplace for people to ask about the Potter holdings.
"Harrison James Potter of House Potter."
"Proof." The goblin eyed him. Harry pulled a chain from under his shirt, hanging from the chain was an onyx stone wrapped in platinum with the potter crest carved into it and inlaid with pearls. "I'm sorry for questioning you sir. Right this way, sir." The goblin led Harry and his group through a side door and into a long hallway lined with doors. He knocked on a door at the end of the hall. Harry felt Alexian's prescence wrap around his mind, ready to whisper the answers and phrases he needed to say to Harry.
"Who dares to disturb me?" A growl emenated from the depths of the room behind the door.
"Mister Goldsmith, sir. I have a client to see you."
"I only see one client, and that Family hasn't been to see me in a long time. Not that their 'notaries' don't try it every month." The goblin trailed off as the one that had led them down the hallway pushed the door open farther to show him who was in the hallway. "Lord Potter. Please do come in. I was not aware that you were taking your place this year."
"It is great to make your acquaintance Mister Goldsmith, May your blades stay sharp and may your enemies cower in fear." Harry said in gobbledogook, repeating the harsh guttural sounds that Alexian was whispering in his head. His friends looked at Harry like he had sprouted a second head. Goldsmith smiled, a toothy savage grin that would be terrifying if they didn't know that the goblin was happy.
"That is the true mark of a Potter, young man. Anyone can fake a crest but only Alexian knows enough gobbledegook to say that without sounding like he was boxed round the head to many times." He dissmissed the other goblin and waved everyone into his office. "Welcome to my humble office Lord Potter and Friends. May your pockets always be full, and your ships always have full sails."
"Thank you Mister Goldsmith. Alexian also says that you flatter him needlessly."
"I believe that you are here to discuss the entire Potter Holding, correct?"
"Yes sir." Harry braced himself for the inevitable shock. Turning around the goblin pulled two large books from the shelf behind him.
"These are you copies of the Holdings. I'm sure that Alexian can help you go over them."
"Thank you. Since you know about Alexian I am sure you know that my next question is who appointed you?"
"Your great great grandfather when he became the Head of the Family. Andrinik was a good man. He had an amazing head for buisness. It was a sad day when he was found dead. I mourned a true friend that decade."
"You honor my family in your mourning of his passing." Harry was stunned that the goblin before him would mourn the passing of a mortal. They were not known to care about anything other than the treasures that they kept hidden.
"Young Lord Potter, I really must say that I was looking forward to seeing you years ago when you entered Hogwarts. I know that Sirius was unavailable due to the Wizengamot's stupidity but the rest of your Guardians were able to take care of you. Did you send a proxy that I dismissed accidentily?"
"Master Goldsmith, I only found out that my parents had a will three days ago. At roughly the same time I found out that I had a title. If it is possible I would like to read the official copy of my parents' will. I am sure that it was not followed."
"Lord Potter, I will have it brought to us directly. All wills are stored in a gallery downstairs. Please get comfortable while someone retrieves it for me." A whispered conversation to a goblin outside of the door later six goblin came in carrying three scrolls and three inlaid boxes. The scrolls were the wills but the purpose of the boxes escaped everyone's understanding. The goblins set everything down on the table in the middle of the room. Goldsmith nodded at them and the six goblins left silently.
"Lord Potter, It is the request of your departed parents that their wills only be read in the presence of someone named in the wills. Mister Lupin may remain, but Auror Tonks and the other children must leave."
"Understandable Master Goldsmith." Harry turned to Tonks. "Can you please wait outside. This shouldn't take long." She dragged a protesting Ron and Hermione from the room, Ginny followed at her own pace and of her own free will. As the door shut Harry turned to the goblin. "Please continue."
"As you wish Lord Potter." Goldsmith pulled the seals off of the first will. "This is the will of James Potter, Lord of House Potter. Being of sound mind and body I declare this to be my Last Will and Testament, thereby declaring all previous wills and testmaents null and void. I declare that upon my death all assests, except those listed below, will revert to my wife, Lady Lilith Potter. In the event of her death then the assests will be held in faith that my son will take control of the Potter Holdings at the age of 11. I declare that Sirius Black, Lady Cerina Davin or Lady Bones will hold the Potter Proxy until Harrisson is able to vote himself. The holder of the Potter Proxy must swear to uphold the guidelines of the Potters that govern how votes are to be made. In the event that the Davins are deceased then the Potter Proxy will vote the Davin Proxy until Harrisson can take the reins. We are employing the following ploy. The announcement was made before certain members of the 'respected community' that Sirius Black, Lord of House Black will be the secret keeper for our new house. In reality we will be using Peter Pettigrew, who will be going into hiding in Muggle London. Guardianship of Harrisson James will be given in the following order: Sirius Black (Lord), Cerina Davin (Lady), Amelia Bones (Lady), Agatha Longbottom (Grand Lady), Jackson Davenport (Muggle Barron), and Joshua Rostin (Muggle Lord, Cerina Davin's parents). Kiley Davin and Harrison James are to be raised together, regardless of the house that they live in. That is a joint request of both families. Divison of monetary and property assests. To Remus Lupin, I leave the Cottage in the Black Swamp, may you always have a home to run to and my third of the money made from certain inventions made by Blackwolf productions. To which ever family is taking in my poor son, a monthly allowance of three hundred galleons to ensure that he burdens no one. To Sirius Black, the book of jokes and pranks that Lily complied while we were in Hogwarts. Everything else is to go to Harrisson James for the posterity of the Family." The Goblin looked sadly up from the scroll. Harry nodded and the next scroll was unrolled.
"This is your Mother's will. It states that all other wills are null and void and that the will of her husband is upheld. She also states that your Guardianship of Kiley Davin is recognized by both Matriarchs." Goldsmith rerolled the scroll and handed it to Harry. "This is the most interesting Will in the bunch. It is the will of Lady Cerina Davin."
"If it is for me to hear let us not dawdle." Harry said, trying his hardest to keep his voice steady and even.
"Being the Last Will and Testement of Lady Cerina Davin, Regent of the Davin Family. I attest that the will of my late Husband Lord Davin is valid. I also attest that it is our will and greatest hope that House Potter looks after our Daughter Kiley Annamaria Natalia Davin in the event that we do not live through this war. All of the Bonds of Unity between House Potter and House Davin are renewed as we provide for the care of our futures. All of our equity and property are to be held for our daughter by Lord Potter (Harrisson James in the event that his parents do not survive this war either)."
"Has Kiley Davin been located since the writing of these wills?"
"There is no Kiley Davin that responds to any summons from us, although you never responded to summons either. She could be under a secrecy charm or being kept from the public eye." Master Goldsmith handed the three scrolls to an aide before motioning for Harry to take the three boxes. Harry opened the box that bore his father's name first. Inside was a letter, a small bluegreen ring, a large signet ring and a small stack of envelopes. Harry opened the letter first.
My Little One, Harrisson James,
I cannot fathom that I am having to write you this letter today. Lilith has informed of her feeling of dread. I cannot bear to tell her that the women of the Potter Family get those feelings in times of need. The necklace that she wears even tonight is magical in its own right. I will tell you that later though.
Your mother is an amazing woman. I regret that you will not come to know her, or myself, as you grow. This letter is in case our wills are not followed and you are not with any of the great people that your mother and I have chosen to take care of you in case we do not make it. Harry, I know that your mother told you that she has made preperations for you in the same event that I am writing you this letter. By now you should have Alexian's help and guidance. Listen to him always. He has guided our family for generations upon generations. There is no better guide than he.
I pray that you and Kiley are being well taken care of. Kiley Davin is your Godsister. Our famillies are quite close. The Davins and the Potters have supported each other for going on a thousand years, earned honored and ancient status the same year. I know that you will not fall in love with young Kiley but a father can hope. As such, you are her Guardian in the event that he parents do not make it out of this damned war. There is a loophole in the laws that states that Ancient Families may appoint the young heir of another family as proxy and Guardian of any underage witch. If you do not know who I am talking about than we have more problems than I would like to think. If you are not being raised with Kiley then you need to find her. She may be in grave danger. In the case that contained this letter is a small blue green ring that has Kiley's name engraved on the band. If it is rimmed in gold she is alive and well, if is rimmed in black she has perished, other colors represent her moods and health. It is important to your Family's honor that you find and reunite yourself with her.
Harry, I know that you will do great things with your life. The House of Potter and the House of Davin will flourish under your direct hand. Allow no Proxies to stand for you. There are mechanisims in place by a certain old man that will rest all power from you, destroy the very peace we have worked for in the Wizengamot. The same old man that created and influenced the passing of the law that stated that werewolves were ineligible for employment. Be strong Harry, you are a Potter. Take care of Kiley, settle down, have a family, flourish.
Goodbye my Son,
James Anthony Roderick Potter of House Potter, Guardian of House Davin
The bluegreen ring that was apparently tied to Kiley was rimmed in Gold with hints of blue and purple. So at least Harry knew that his godsister was alive. Each of the small envelopes contained a certificate of ownership for a variety of companies in both the muggle and the magical world. He left he signet ring in the box for a few minutes. There was a lot of responsibility tied to that ring. A lot of things that would change in his life, more than the changes that had already come about.
'You have started the steps to take that position back. I would wear the ring proudly Harry.' Alexian piped up.
'I was just thinking about what would come about due to putting it on.'
'Nothing that you haven't already committed yourself to.' Harry slid the signet ring on his finger and watched as it flared with light. The ring shrank to fit his finger and was warm to the touch. Thinking nothing of it he went on to his mother's box. The box also contained a letter, a necklace, a crystal vial and a stack of small envelopes.
My dearest Son,
It is difficult for me to write this letter knowing that you will not read it until you are eleven and I will not be there to explain this all in person. As I write this your father is flying you around the garden on his broom, you are giggling loud enough for me to hear from the far corner of the Library. Darling Harry, there is so much that I need to tell you. First off your real name: Harry is just a shortened version of your name. Fully your name is Harrison James Andrinik Potter of House Potter, at least in the Wizarding world. I am not completely sure what your name in the Muggle world will be. I hope that you are reading this with my brother Jackson. When I was seventeen and fresh from from Hogwarts, I applied to take my Advanced Level exams, part of the application process was basically a questionnaire about my education. Hogwarts has a list that they give Muggleborn students when they graduate that show how our classes are 'transferred' into Muggle world classes. On the form I had to state that I was adopted, it helped me to look for money to pay for college, my parents told me that when my Mum realized that I was applying for University.
Jackson found me on my seventeenth birthday. I got a letter asking for my attendance at a private luncheon at Davenport Manor. I was a little scared. Jackson is Baron of Davenport. When I arrived at the Manor Jackson asked me to give him a blood sample since I looked remarkably like his deceased Mother. I did, it just felt like the right thing to do. We talked about the Davenport University Endowment, a scholarship that went to a single individual that stood out to the Davenport family. An hour later a man came in and handed Jackson a sheet of paper. The paper was the results of a blood test that told him that I was his sister. He told me of how his sister disappeared from the Duke Seneson's house and it broke my parents' hearts. Yes my parents, the Senesons, are a Duke and a Duchess. The Duchess Seneson died a few years later of severe depression, not even the birth of Dahlia Marie, my younger sister, couldn't save her. In despair the Duke set aside an inheritance for me in case I or any of my children ever resurfaced. As of today, I have not been able to meet with him and therefore Jackson is the only one that knows that I am alive.
My birth name is Lilith Angelic Julianna Davenport of House Seneson. It is hard to explain to you in a letter what I need you to do. I know that you father has left you his title in the Wizarding world, a Lordship in the Wizengamot. If you are not living with Jackson then I need you to find him and make yourself known to him and the rest of my family. There is a letter attached for him in case he is having problems realizing who you are. Harry, I have a bad feeling in my very bones that at my death you will end up with someone other than the people we have detailed in the wills. If that is the case then my diary of Hogwarts, Courtship of your Father and myself and up until today is being hidden at my adoptive sister's house. Her name is Petunia Evans Dursley. You will be drawn to it at age fourteen.
My little Harrison, if you were raised as James and I have intended none of this would be necessary. Sirius, Andromeda, Amelia, and Jackson, would bring you up with the highest care in preparing you for the inevitable. You and Kiley Davin should be being raised together. Cerina Davin was a great friend of mine. She also has a seat in the Wizengamot. We have a standing arrangement that the two of you will be raised together under the same Guardianship. Cerina's parents, the family Rostin, are muggles that believe in magic and were my refuge when living with Petunia got too much.
Read my diary to find out my experiences as a muggleborn in the Wizarding World. There are many traditions that you will need to participate in. If Kiley is being raised with you, but you are not with either our family or hers we would like you to act as her male guardian and control all assets separately until she marries.
Remember that I love you, as your father probably echoed in his letter. Take care of Kiley. Listen to Alexian, he has never steered a Potter wrong.
Love Always, Your Mum ( Lilith Angelic Julianna Davenport Potter of House Potter, House Seneson and House Davenport)
Harry pulled the necklace from the box and examined it closely. This must have been the necklace that his father had referred to as being around his mother's neck all of the time. The crystal vial held the same smokey liquid that the aurors had pulled from his mind to place in the pensieve. Harry would have to find a pensieve later and check out that vials contents. Each of the envelopes held a letter should the need arise for them. There was a letter for his uncle, one for each of his guardians, and one marked Lady Potter-in-waiting.
Harry folded the letter gently, with tears in his eyes. Harry used a spare bit of parchment from his pocket and wrote a note with Kiley's name and the basic facts that he knew about her. Remus opened the door and Tonks stuck her head in.
"Tonks can you do me a favor?"
"Harry, if it is in my power I will do it." Tonks answered.
"Please copy this letter and take it personally to not only, Amelia Bones, but Mrs. Asington from the Department of Families. She is working to locate the orphans that went missing after the war."
"Harry could she have died earlier on?" Hermione asked attempting to not sound callous.
"Cerina was your godmother, you are technically her child as well, like you are technically a member of the Black Family. I know Cerina's husband died about a month before your parents did. Ummm, I really lost track of Cerina after that. I don't know if she is alive or not." Remus hung his hear in shame.
"I'm certain that is she was alive she would have come for me. But what would stop her if she was?" Harry asked taking a deep breath.
"A memory charm." Tonks snapped her fingers. "Remus did you remember before yesterday that Harry even had a godmother?"
"No, I swear I also know knew about Lily being adopted." Remus thought for a second. "That's right. She showed me the first letter from Jackson. We both applied to take the A-levels together. And here we all thought that the only memory charms placed on us were about your Father's Legacy."
"I wouldn't put it past Dumbledore to make sure that I knew no ways to happiness other than what he showed me." Harry said bitterly before turning to Master Goldsmith. "Would it be possible for us to have a cart take us to my parents' vaults and the Family Vault.
"Of course Lord Potter, anything for one of our oldest patrons. Griphook." A familiar goblin walked into the room and bowed to Master Goldsmith. "Please take Lord Potter and his entourage down to his families vault. Each of them." Griphook nodded and ushered them out.
"It was great doing business with you today Master Goldsmith. May your swords be sharp and your pockets full of gold."
"The same to your Lord Potter, and may your enemies fall before you." With that the goblin went back to his work and Harry followed Griphook down the hall.
"How have you been Griphook?"
"Very good Lord Potter." Griphook swallowed his astonishment at being remembered. The group bypassed the line of patrons waiting for carts down to their vaults and went through a private door. "This way Lord Potter. We must take a different track to get to the level your Family's vaults are on. We will asses your mother's on the way back up."
"That is fine with me Griphook." There was a faint yet creepy smile on Griphook's face as he walked to the controls for the cart. Suddenly they plummeted deeper into the catacombs than Harry had ever been. Screeching to a halt before two large stone gargoyles, one of black marble and one of white marble, Harry laughed at the expression of sickness on his friends' faces.
"There is no key for this vault Mister Potter. You must do this on your own before anyone can join you in the vault." Harry nervously approached vault 23. At the door he placed his left hand into an imprint on the door. A faint buzzing reached his ears.
'It's okay Harry. The guards and I are talking. Not to worry.' Alexian whispered in his ear before the buzzing began again. Without notice the white gargoyle lashed out and slashed Harry across the back, shredding his shirt and leaving three bleeding red welts across his back. Harry cried out and dropped to his knees before he bit his tongue and struggled to stand himself back up.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled, attempting to jump from the cart only to be held in place by Tonks.
"Don't," she whispered in Hermione's ear, "just watch." The black gargoyle stretched out his clawed paw and healed the angry red welts. The gargoyles returned to their original positions and the giant bronze doors creaked open.
"Griphook, we will be ready to leave again in roughly two hours. If you have other duties to perform I would hate to keep you from them." Harry said quietly to the goblin.
"I will return in two hours then Lord Potter." With that said the goblin climbed back into the cart and disappeared back up the track. As Griphook disappeared Harry led his friends through the archway created by the two roaring gargoyles. The large bronze door depicted the seal that Harry used for his official mail. A shield, split in half by a gold line. One side was striped with silver, black and green while the other was broken into two sections, the top sections being blue with a field of stars and the bottom section bearing a book and a scale, superimposed over the whole right side was a sword crossed over a wand. Beneath the shield was a silver ring and on the left were a gargoyle and the right a dragon.
"Prosapia supremus totus alius. Harry did you translate your Family's motto?"
"Not yet. What does it mean?" Harry knew that she would have the answer.
"Family above all else." She said with a smile before letting out a gasp that was echoed by the rest of the group. The area they were standing in was a small, enclosed sitting area. There were three oversized chairs and a small table. On the table was a note that read that noone save a Potter or their Guardian were allowed into the main vault. Tonks nodded to the unanswered question that she would be remaining with the others while Harry and Remus went foreward. They stepped through a concealed archway and into a vault that was easily the size of the Great Hall. On the wall closets to the door was a painting of a young Celtic warrior, a sad expression in his eyes, standing on a cliff looking at over the sea as if searching for someone or something. The name plate read 'Guardian Alexian, May his search one day be over.'
'Alexian is that you?'
'Yes, that was me. I was engaged to be married to Atena Laurel Potter. She was the Barons second daughter, I would not have to give up my post in the army, I could have the woman that I was in love with and the path that would help me take care of them. The night before we were to wed she was kidnapped, her guards murdered and the ladies that had stayed with her were injured. It was all my fault that that man even knew she existed. I swore that I would defend her against anyone and I couldn't protect her from one of my own brother's enemies. I vowed to guard and guide the Potter Family for eternity if they would help me capture and enact my revenge on behalf of their daughter. Word of warning never anger a Potter woman.'
'Why. What happened?'
'Everyone thought that it was just a myth, that the Elder Families would ever bind the magic into their blood by taking on treaties with the creatures. The Gargoyles and your Family have a contract, a deal if you will. Every few generations a child must be given to them to raise until the Family is in need of them again. The Gargoyles have three forms, their stone form, a half and half form and then a form that makes you truly believe that they are human through and through The Potter women had always been volatile. The Gargoyle blood increased this is most of them. They are dangerous.'
'But what do you mean?'
'We discovered who had raided the manor and made off with Atena. When we got there to retrieve her she was dead, poisoned herself after he had forced himself upon her. The Potter women flew into a rage; they destroyed most of the town, ripped him apart, stole all of the children from his clan and carted them back to the manor. Seven were sacrificed to the Gargoyles as a vengeance demand. The magic of the contract required it. The other family was wiped off of the map by the Gargoyles between sunset and sunrise of the next day. Since I could not go on without her I stayed to guard the future generations.'
The open area in front of them was another small sitting area while archways and hip high walls separated the different areas. Clothes, Armor, Furniture, Books, Jewels, Equipment, Art and Money. They spent a while exploring each of the areas, Harry knew that he would have to come back sooner or later and spend a lot of time going through the individual items, desperate for anything that was his parents'. Before they knew it the two hours were up and Griphook appeared at the door to the vault.
"To your mother's vault Lord Potter, it will no doubt entertain you." Griphook led them all back to the cart and up the tracks to his Mother's vault, number 791. This time he pulled a key from his pocket and opened the door for them. It was a standard sized vault. Four large barrels overflowed with coins. A chest sat between them on the floor and three school trunks were stacked against the back wall.
"Remus, can you or Tonks shrink the trunks so that I can go through them later?"
"Of course Harry." Remus waved his wand over the trunks and then put them in his pocket. Harry knelt in front of the chest and ran his hand across the wood working. His mother's name was carved into the lid, not the name she used in Hogwarts but her real name. Taking a breath he opened the chest.
There was a shelf on top of the chest, obscuring what was beneath it. A small box of crystal vials, more letters, a second diary, a velvet bag and a large padded envelope sat in the top section. One of the envelopes said 'read me first' so he broke the seal.
"Dear Harry, I am sorry that this is what you will have to remember me by until Potter Manor can be reopened. The three trunks along the wall are book for you to study with. It shouldn't take you long to get through them if Alexian is helping you as he should be. One is Wizarding material that you should know before you go toe to toe with people like the Malfoys and the other Great Families. The other two are the muggle subjects and the study guides for the university placement exams. Although you are raised a wizard one of my last requests is that you also fit into my world. Now, the crystal vials are some memories that you might find useful. I cannot write what they are in case they go missing, but there should be nine of them total. The padded envelope contains the information that you need to get to Baron Davenport as soon as possible; it will showcase your claim to your hereditary place in Muggle Society. Harry dear you have always been important but there are muggles that will depend on you to take care of them. Potter Manor needs to be maintained at all costs. Harry remember that those people will depend on you to fufill obligations that your father and I didn't have time to fufill. The velvet pouch is for the next Lady Potter. The necklace should be given to her after the discussions with her parents. Stay with Traditions. Love you Mum." Harry read the letter to himself before letting Remus and Tonks read it. Hermione tried to read it as well but Remus snatched it from her and placed it back into the trunk.
"Harry are you alright?" Ginny asked wrapping an arm around his stomach.
"No far from it Gin, but I should be better soon. Tonks, would you be able to help me find legal representation?"
"Of course Harry. I'll also get you an escort to Potter Manor. One of those envelopes from your Family vault should have the location and access codes."
"Thanks Tonks. You are a life saver. Now who wants ice cream before we head back to Number 12?" Seeing that Harry needed to leave the bank but did not exactly want to go back to Sirius' house they all agreed to ice cream before journeying home.