The wailing began. As usual, right on eight AM. Harry couldn't complain though, he'd heard plenty of stories of babies continuously waking up throughout the night, and the books Ginny has been reading recently told them to be prepared for such situations. But Teddy had been an angel. Not once had he woken up throughout the night. However, there were a few occupants of the Burrow who were starting to get frustrated with the early mornings. Not that Teddy was loud. But he was a baby, and their wailing could rival that of a banshee. Harry nudged the redhead next to him. She responded with a grunt before rolling closer to the wall.
"Gin, you have to get back to your room before your mum comes to wake us all up."
The young woman shot up and bolted to the door, before running back, kissing Harry on the cheek and then proceeding with her journey. Once he heard the door latch, he got up and walked to the cot that currently held his crying godson.
"Well Teddy, what is it I can do for you this morning? Got a full nappy? You know you're supposed to save them for Gin." Harry picked up the small bundle of sobs and smells, and transferred him to the change table. He quickly dealt with the nappy, and redressed Teddy in his pyjamas, and added his slippers and dressing gown that had been sent, along with the cot and change table. In fact, a majority of Teddy's things were now at the Burrow. Not that he had had a lot, but Harry was beginning to realise that this may not be a temporary thing, and so he had begun thinking of alternative accommodation, which drew his thoughts to his own house, Number 12, Grimmauld Place. He figured that if he were to fix it up a bit, well, a lot, then it would be perfect. He could ask Ron and Hermione to move in with him, and Ginny of course. He could fix up a little room for Teddy. It would give them something to do, now that Hogwarts was being dealt with by professionals. He would definitely have to approach the idea with his best friends and Ginny.
He grabbed Teddy and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen, where he found Mrs Weasley and Hermione standing at the bench, making breakfast. Ginny was at the kettle, fixing up coffee and tea for everyone. Not that 'everyone' was many. Percy had returned to his flat, Charlie to Romania and Bill and Fleur had gone home to Shell Cottage. Arthur was already at work, as he was now the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister, and so early starts were now essential. George was starting to emerge from his room more and more, and he had joined them for breakfast every day this week. Other than that, for breakfast, it was Molly, Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione. And Teddy, but he mostly just drank milk.
Once breakfast was on the table, they all sat and dug in. The Golden Trio has missed this kind of food during their one year adventure and couldn't get enough of it. As they were eating, the hoot of an owl was heard, and it was quickly followed by an owl zooming through the open kitchen window. It dropped a pile of mail in the middle of the table, accepted a piece of bread from Hermione and flew off again. Molly grabbed the mail and started sorting it.
"Me, George, George, me, Ron, Hermione, Hermione, Ginny, Harry, Harry, Harry, George, Arthur." The people around the table took their respective mail and opened it in the order they had become accustomed to. George, then Harry, then Ginny, then Ron, then Hermione. Molly would open hers later that day in the office. George had received letters about the shop, and the official Diagon Alley shop-owners newsletter, letting him know that they would like to know who was coming back to their stores. Harry looked at his and saw one had a Ministry emblem on it, while another had a Gringrotts and the other had the Hogwarts Coat of Arms in the seal.
"Harry, what's the one from Gringrotts? Maybe it's your account summaries!" Ginny was excited to find out what Harry now owned, not because she thought she was entitled to something, but because it would be nice for Harry to realise he does actually have something now.
"Well, I guess I'll open that one first, shall I?" There was a laugh around the table, and Harry opened the letter. "Merlin's pants. That's a lot." He passed the letter to Ginny, who read out the contents.
"Dear Mr Potter,
A summary of your accounts as you requested.
-Harry James Potter's Vault
-a total of 200 billion galleons, 1 million sickles, 200 thousand knuts
-Potter Family Vault
-a total of 300 billion galleons, 2 million sickles, 500 thousand knuts, the deed to Potter Manor, various family jewels and artefacts
-Potter Trust Fund
-a total of 500 million galleons, 500 thousand sickles, 250 thousand knuts
-Sirius Black's Vault
-a total of 1 million galleons, 250 thousand sickles, 100 thousand knuts
-Black Family Vault
-a total of 20 million galleons, 575 thousand sickles, 225 thousand knuts, the deed to Number 12, Grimmauld Place, various family jewels and artefacts
-Theodore Remus Lupin's Vault
-100 galleons, 100 sickles, 100 knuts
-Remus Lupin's Vault
-1000 galleons, 250 sickles, 300 knuts
Please contact us if there are any questions or concerns,
Yours,
Clayton"
The table sat in silence. Ever the not-cautious, Ron broke said silence.
"Blimey Harry, you never told me how rich you are. You could've shouted a lot more Butterbeer you know?"
"I can tell you now, I had no idea about a majority of this. And the last two vaults aren't mine, they belong to Teddy. What I really did not know about was Potter Manor. I've never even heard of it. Have you Molly?"
"Well, of course I have. Harry, dear, you really do not know anything about your family history?"
"I know mum was the brightest witch of her age, better than Merlin at potions and became Head Girl. And she finally gave into dad. I know that dad was a Marauder and prankster, an all-star chaser and still managed to be Head Boy. I know that they got married shortly after their seventh year, and had me shortly after that. Then they were killed on Halloween, just after I turned one. Otherwise, I don't know much at all."
"There isn't much in the history books, because no one knew them well enough. I can tell you plenty about your grandparents, their history and their wealth, but as for your parents I can't. Arthur got along with your dad though, so maybe we'll sit down with him later and the three of us can have a chat about it all. Now, how about that other letter? The one from the Ministry. It seems quite thick."
Harry grabbed the heavy envelope, looked at the back and found no return address, nor a wax seal he recognised. He opened the letter, and saw two files, that had been somewhat shrunk to fit in the envelope, popped out. They flattened and expanded on the table. One read The Last Will and Testament of James Potter while the other read The Last Will and Testament of Lily Evans. Arthur had said he was going to talk to the Department of Births, Deaths and Marriages to see if they had any information regarding Harry and his parents. He didn't think anything would happen this quickly though.
"What is it Harry?" Hermione's voice broke his trail of thoughts.
"My mum and dad's wills." Leaving it at that, Harry gathered the documents up and excused himself, grabbing Ginny's hand as he walked past her. He lead her up to her room and closed the door behind them. He cast Muffliato on the room and then sat on her bed.
"Harry, are you ready for this?"
"Even if I'm not, I have to be. This isn't something I can just put off. I need to know, so that I can protect whatever is within, because there are people still hunting me down, and if they find out if I own properties, they can try and get to me that way. I need to be able to protect what is mine, what is my families. I just need to know that no matter what we read in these files, you'll still love me for me, no matter how much wealth I have." His attempt at a joke did not escape the attention of Ginny and she allowed herself a small smile.
"Harry James Potter, I don't love you because of your fame, wealth or because you got rid of the worst wizard of our generation. I love you for your green eyes, shaggy black hair and the fact that you are you. And you are an amazing person. That's why I love you." The young couple shared a tender kiss before turning their attention back to the wills in Harry's hands. He placed one on the bed and opened the one labelled The Last Will and Testament of Lily Potter. Harry began reading aloud, so Ginny could also know.
'I, Lily Potter, being of sound mind and body, bequeath the following to those I have nominated;
To Harry James Potter, my baby, my son, my only child, I leave everything. The house at Godric's Hollow, my extensive book collection, my jewels, to one day give to the woman you love, and to the daughters you will have. Please read my letter, so you understand everything. I love you, Harry.
To Petunia Dursley, my dear sister, I leave Number 4, Privet Drive. You owe me nothing, and that house is now yours. I miss you dearly, and I love you just as much.
To Dudley Dursley, my nephew, I leave a letter, explaining everything. I really hope you and my Harry can be good friends.
To James Potter, my one, my only, the love of my life, husband to me and father of our beautiful Harry, I leave my undying love. The unfortunate thing is that if I am gone, you most likely too. If you are not, please look after our son, you are all he has left. I am so in love with you darling, I can't think of another person to have spent my life with. I love you, you toerag.
Lily Potter
31st May, 1981
Ginny had tears in her eyes, and Harry was choking up. He picked up the other papers, with his father's name on them and opened it up, feeling it was better to read both before discussing them.
I, James Potter, being of sound mind and body, bequeath the following to those I have nominated;
To Harry James Potter, my only heir and son, I leave everything. My wealth, my properties, everything within the Potter vaults, and my place on the Wizengamot. It needs a Potter. I also leave my Invisibility Cloak. Read my letter son, it will explain everything.
To Sirius Black, my brother, I leave the responsibility of raising my son, should Lily and I both die.
To Remus Lupin, my brother, I leave the responsibility of raising my son, should Lily, Sirius and I all die. Yes, I do believe you will be the last left.
To Lily Potter, yes POTTER. I love you my darling wife. Look after our son, and make sure he knows that I love him. I fear that with my end, you shall also meet your own. But I can hope that that is not the case. Thank you for finally saying yes, after seven years. And thank you for becoming my wife. I love you too, Lily-flower.
James Potter
21st May, 1981
"Well, my parents loved each other. That's for sure. But where are these letters? There are no letters in here! Are the ministry withholding them from me? That's not fair! Where are my letters?!"
"Harry, calm down baby! Maybe they didn't include them in the wills. Think about it, the ministry was probably infiltrated then just like it was during the second reign of Voldemort. Why would they leave something so personal with a corrupt government? They've probably hidden it somewhere. Maybe Godric's Hollow? Potter Manor? There are so many places they could be. We'll just have to find them."
"You'll help me?"
"Of course baby, this is important to you, and therefore it is important to me. Now, how about we go and grab Teddy, and go for a walk into town?"
"Sounds like a great idea, love." After sharing an incredibly passionate kiss, the two parted so Ginny could dress for the day and Harry could collect the infant.