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The Heir's Ring
The late-afternoon sun hung low in the sky as Harry and Hagrid made their way back down Diagon Alley. Harry was thinking of all that had happened. Learning that he was a wizard, and that his parents hadn't died in a car accident, had sent him for a loop. The second thing that had smacked him in the face, was the fact that he had lots of money. He had enough to live every summer in a motel if he wanted to, and not go back to the Dursleys, ever. His stomach rumbled as they reached the wall. Hagrid opened the gate so they could enter the Leaky Cauldron, which was now empty.
"Hagrid, I'm hungry, let's eat here," Harry said as they walked into the tavern room.
Hagrid looked at the watch on his wrist and replied, "We gots time fer a bite to eat before yer train leaves."
They sat down and quickly ordered their meal. As they were eating, Harry continued to think of plans. He watched a man come in and ask Tom for a room for the night, and he felt his plans locking into place. He also talked about something called the Knights Bus, and had to find out what that was.
"Hagrid, I can get home on my own from here. The tube is just down the street, and the train leaves in an hour. Why don't you head on home and I'll see you at Hogwarts," Harry replied as he set his glass down.
"Are yer sure? Dumbledore would skin me alive if something happened to you," Hagrid asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. I've been to London by myself several times this year, just to do shopping for my family. So you go ahead and get home. That way you don't have to be out real late," Harry said.
"Ok, 'arry. I'll see you on the first. Here's yer ticket," Hagrid replied.
He stood up and set an envelope on the table. Giving Harry a hug, he walked to the fireplace. He threw some powder into the burning fire and stepped inside as he said, "Great Hall, Hogwarts," and vanished.
Harry wiped his mouth and stood up. Going to the counter he said, "Tom, can I get a room for the night?"
Tom had just came in from the kitchen and nodded as he pulled the registry book out, "Sign here, Mr. Potter," Tom said as he handed Harry a self-inking quill.
Harry quickly signed the register, and took the key. Going upstairs, he dumped everything from the trunk, onto the bed. Then he went back downstairs to the bar.
"Hey, Tom, what is the Knight's Bus?"
"We use the Knight's Bus to get where we need to go, when portkeys, floos or apparitions might be harmful to us. You stick your wand out, and the bus will appear. It costs about eleven sickles a ride," Tom replied.
"Thanks, Tom. I'll be back in a while… need to go get something from home," Harry said and dragged his trunk to the door.
"Here, let me help with that," Tom offered and came over and tapped it with his wand, "There, I put a featherlightspell on it. It should last for about three hours."
"Thanks Tom, appreciate it," Harry said as he pulled the door open.
Harry stepped out onto the curb and held out his wand and a flash of smoke and dust, triple-decker, violently purple bus, which had appeared out of thin air. Gold lettering over the windscreen spelled The Knight Bus.
"Welcome to the Knight's Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this evening."
Harry noticed that Stan Shunpike was only a few years older than himself. He was eighteen or nineteen, at the most, with large and protruding ears and a few pimples.
Hello, lad, where's your family?"Stan asked as he dropped his professional manner.
"In their rooms. I need to go to #4 Privet Drive, Surrey," Harry said with an annoyed voice.
"Woss your name?" Stan persisted.
Harry quickly thought of a name and replied, "Jason Redcloud. Now, can we go?"
"Strange name, but ok. That'll be eleven Sickles," said Stan, "but for thirteen you get 'ot chocolate. For fifteen you get a 'ot-water bottle an' a toofbrush, in the colour of your choice."
Harry reached into his pocket, pulled out his moneybag, and shoved some silver into Stan's hand. Harry pulled his empty trunk up the steps of the bus.
There were no seats. Instead, half-a-dozen brass bedsteads stood beside the curtained windows. Candles were burning in brackets beside each bed, illuminating the wood-paneled walls.
A tiny wizard in a nightcap at the rear of the bus muttered, "Not now, thanks, I'm pickling some slugs," and rolled over in his sleep.
"You 'ave this one," Stan whispered, shoving Harry's trunk under the bed right behind the driver, who was sitting in an armchair in front of the steering wheel. "This is our driver, Ernie Prang. This is Jason Redcloud, Ern."
Ernie Prang, an elderly wizard wearing very thick glasses, nodded to Harry, who sat on his bed.
"Take 'er away, Ern," said Stan, sitting down in the armchair next to Ernie's.
There was another tremendous BANG, and next moment Harry found himself flat on his bed, thrown backwards by the speed of the Knight's Bus. Pulling himself up, Harry stared out of the dark window and saw that they were now bowling along a completely different street. Stan was watching Harry's stunned face with great enjoyment.
"This is where we was before you flagged us down," he said. "Where are we, Ern? Somewhere in Scotland?"
"Ar," said Ernie.
"Hey, Stan, how come the Muggles don't hear the bus?" Harry asked as he watched them fly past two police cars.
"Them!" said Stan contemptuously. "Don' listen properly, do they? Don' look properly either. Never notice nuffink, they don'."
"Jason, get ready," said Ern. 'We'll be in Surry in a minute.'
With a lurch the bus came to a stop in front of #4 Privet Drive. Harry stood up and dragged his trunk to the door, as Stan opened it.
"I'll call you in about half an hour," Harry replied as he went down the stairs and up to the front door.
Harry grabbed the emergency keys from under the rock, and went inside. Going to his cupboard, he opened the door and slipped inside. Grabbing the stacks of schoolbooks he had in the back, he shoved them out the door, along with everything else he owned. There wasn't much, just a worn blanket with a crest on one end, and a few broken toys he has snitched from Dudley. Putting everything into the open trunk, he pulled the trunk downstairs to the basement, and over to the back corner. He had more fantasy and Sci-Fi books hidden under some of Dudley's schoolbooks, which Dudley had never opened. They went into the trunk, as well as some paper and pencils that had found their way into another box, meant for school art.
Harry shut the trunk, dragged it back upstairs, and to the front door. He was about to leave, when he remembered something he has seen up in the attic. Running upstairs, he went to his aunt's bedroom, and grabbed her chair. Dragging it into the hallway, he reached up and pulled the cord down that lowered the stairs.
Running up the stairs, he went to the far back corner, and pulled a box off the stack of boxes. Looking at the box, he saw it had his mother's name on it. Going downstairs, he pushed the stairs back up, and put the chair back in the bedroom.
Once back downstairs, he dropped the shoebox into the trunk, and then grabbed a paper and pen to write a note.
Dear Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia
I am staying with Hagrid until we go to school, so don't worry about me. I'll see you next summer. If you want me to, I'll try and find someone to stay with next summer… if you want me to. I will send you a letter on the third with my owl. If you agree to this, then I will try very hard to find someone to stay with, please let me know.
Leaving the note on the table, Harry grabbed his trunk and walked out the front door. Harry raised his wand, and with a bang, the bus was back. He climbed onboard and paid the eleven Sickles. Harry sat down and Ernie put the bus in gear, he saw his uncle's car coming towards them.
Ten minutes later the bus came to a stop and Harry dragged his trunk off the bus and up the stairs to his room, where he set it down. Harry quickly removed everything from the bed, and repacked the trunk. Then he went into the bathroom, where he changed for bed.
Harry sat on bed with box he had taken from Aunt Petunia's attic. Using his potion knife, he cut the masking tape and opened it. Inside, were stacks of letters. On top was a letter written in green ink, which said Petunia on it.
Harry spent the next hour reading the letters. The first letter was written by Headmaster Dumbledore. It explained about the blood wards, and how they would protect her family from the death eaters. He also said that they had custody of Harry, and not to spoil him. Dumbledore even went so far as to tell them to be very strict with him, so he would be humbled when he came to Hogwarts. The letter really pissed him off, because all the abuse he'd suffered over the last ten years was Dumbledore's fault.
"Son of a bitch! Why you little fucker!" Harry snapped out as he read the letter again. "You think you're going to have me humble, and bow down to you, Headmaster? You're out of your fucking mind!"
Setting the letter down, he leaned back on his bed and wondered what he was going to do.
Looking over at his owl, Hedwig, he said, "Well, Hedwig, he may think I will be kowtowing to him, but I won't. For right now, though, he can think it."
Hedwig hooted at him, and then tucked his head backwards and went to sleep.
"Good idea," Harry said.
He put all the letters back in the box and dropped it on the floor. Pulling the blanket over himself, he lay down and went to sleep.
The next morning, Harry was up at dawn. Ordering a breakfast from Tom, he sat at the table eating and reading the rest of the letters. His mom's first letter was about going to Hogwarts and how to get on the train. She said she had to walk between the barriers of platform 9 and 10 and into the wall. Staying near platform 10 because 9 and ¾ was near platform 10 not platform 9.
"Hey, Hedwig, it's a good thing for Mum's letter, because this letter tells me something Hagrid didn't tell me. I'm sure I wouldn't have found it, and I would probably be ambushed by Dumbleshits lackeys," Harry spouted off as he set the letter to the side, and started flipping through them. Seeing the date on the last letter, he picked it up and opened it.
I write this with a heavy heart. We have been targeted by Lord Voldemort, himself. We're going into hiding and I don't know when or if I'll see you again. We're hiding under a charm called the Fidelius Charm. The charm is immensely complex, involving the magical concealment of a secret inside a single, living soul. The information is hidden inside the chosen person, or Secret-Keeper, and is henceforth impossible to find without the Secret-Keeper's willingness to divulge it. We have chosen Peter Pettigrew instead of Sirius Black as our secret-keeper. The reason is that we know that Sirius would be the logical target. While Sirius keeps the death eaters busy, we should be safe under Peter.
If something happens to us, I hope you will let Dudley and Harry be friends, one day. Harry should be safe with his godfather, Sirius, or one of the others chosen in our will. I will say, now, that we forbid Harry to be placed with your family. This is due to Vernon's temper. I'm sorry that it has to happen, because of this. His fear of our ways has spread to you. I remember when you begged Dumbledore to come to Hogwarts to learn, and how you were so angry you couldn't.
How I wished you could come, as smart as you are. You would have been with me in Ravenclaw. We would have had so much fun together.
Now back to why I wrote you. If we have died, and Voldemort is still around, get out of England. Have Vernon talk with his boss. He will transfer Vernon to another country. Please, you're the last of the Evan's, and we must survive. I have also enclosed a copy of our will. To open it, dab a drop of blood on it. Only our blood can open it. After you read it, and agree to the terms, sign it and it will disappear to reappear with our bank manager who will have your share deposited in your account.
Your loving sister,
"Wow!" Harry said as he closed the letter and put it in the box. Picking up the will that had been folded inside the letter, he flipped it over and looked at the wax seal, with an image pressed in it. Using his finger, he tried to force it open, but it wouldn't. Harry looked at the letter and then remembered. He grabbed the knife from the table.
Pricking his finger, he squeezed a drop of his blood onto the seal, and smeared it around. The seal smoldered and vanished, as he sucked on his finger.
Last Will and Testament of James Charlus Potter and Lily Rose Potter (nee Evans).
We the undersigned, (James and Lily Potter) declare this is our final will, forsaking all others written before this date. Before we get to the grisly details, we wish to let you know why we have combined our wills. We are being hunted by the terrorist called Lord Voldemort. We have gone into hiding under the Fidelius Charm. We have chosen Peter Pettigrew, instead of Sirius Black, as our Secret-Keeper. The reason is that we know that Sirius would be the logical target. While Sirius keeps the death eaters busy, we should be safe under Peter's watch. However, if we're found and killed, we have provided for our son.
To our good friend Sirius Black we leave one million Galleons, and the cottage near Newcastle.
To our good friend Remus Lupin we leave one million Galleons and orders to buy a new wardrobe. We also leave him the cottage near Dover.
To our good friend Peter Pettigrew, we leave one million Galleons and the cottage in France near Paris
To Dumbledore, we leave to you and to the Order of the Phoenix, one million Galleons for the war effort.
To Petunia Dursley and family, we leave you one million pounds in the bank of London. You are to use this money to get the hell out of England, if Voldemort is still alive after our death. Petunia, you're the last of the Evans, you must carry our bloodline out of the country, to survive.
The rest of our estate, we leave to our son, who shall be given our will when he reaches eleven years of age. Inside the main vault, is a chest with all of our journals. Also in this chest, are several letters to our son. At fourteen, Harry will be emancipated and given the Head of the House ring. He will then take his active role in the government. We have also set up a trust fund for Harry, starting at age one. We deposited ten thousand galleons in the vault. Every year until his majority, another ten thousand will be added. Therefore, if it's not touched by the time he's eleven, he will have over one hundred thousand galleons in the account, not including the accrued interest, for his school years.
As to guardianship of Harry James Potter, the following shall be the order of his guardians.
Sirius Orion Black: a good friend and godfather to Harry
Remus Lupin: a good friend
Alice and Frank Longbottom: good friends, Alice is Harry's godmother
Amelia Susan Bones: a good friend and coworker
Frank Evens of New York City: a cousin of Lilly's
The Weasleys: a good family
Aaron and Shana Greengrass: business associates to the Potter family, and good friends of the Potters
Any other house that fought on the side of the light
The guardian of Harry will receive one thousand Galleons a month for his care, and another one hundred Galleons for clothing and toys for Harry as he grows.
At no time is Albus Dumbledore is to have magical guardianship of Harry, nor is Harry to go to my sister and brother in law. See above, as to why. With Harry with them, it makes them a target.
Signed this day
October the 1st 1981
James Charlus Potter
Lily Rose Potter (nee Evens).
Sirius Orion Black
Counter signed by the Chairman of the London Branch of the Gringotts Bank:
Harry sat there, fuming. He couldn't understand why his parents' will hadn't been followed, but he was determined to find out why.
"Hedwig, I've been buggared, and I don't know why. But we're going to find out why, at the bank, or I hope so," he said.
He folded the paper up, and stuck it in his pocket. Putting on a clean robe, he went downstairs, and out to Diagon Alley.
Harry looked in all the windows as he walked. He was still amazed by what everyone sold. Reaching Gringotts, he went through the doors and up to the teller.
"Can I help you?" the goblin asked as he leaned forward.
"Good morning, Sir. I need to see Ragnok," Harry replied as he rocked on the heels of his feet.
"Director Ragnok is a very busy goblin. He cannot just drop everything to see a child," The goblin sneered as he sat back down.
"I understand that, Sir. But this deals with my family will. In it, my mum said I should talk with him," Harry replied.
"Your name?" the goblin asked.
Harry looked around to see if anyone was paying attention and whispered, "Harry Potter, Sir. I have a letter about my parents' will that he oversaw. Mister Ragnok will want to see me and the letter."
"I will see if Ragnok wishes to speak with you," the goblin said as he turned and slid off the chair.
Harry waited for the goblin to come back. He watched around him as witches and wizards came and left. After a few minutes, the goblin came back.
"Follow me," the goblin ordered. Harry followed the goblin to a door in the back.
Walking down the hallway, he saw the names on the doors, 'Bones, Greengrass, Longbottom, Lovegood, Edwards, Dumbledore, Black,' until they neared the end where a single door said 'Potter'.
The goblin knocked and opened the door.
"Go on in, he will help you," the goblin said.
"Thank you, Sir," Harry replied and walked into the room.
Harry looked around the room. The floor was white marble, while across from him was a large desk. There were two chairs in front of the desk. The walls were covered in dark wood paneling with bookcases spaced evenly about the walls. To his right was an archway that showed another room. It was a sitting room. A large fireplace dominated the wall to his left with a blazing fire in the center.
"Come in, Mister Potter, and have a seat," Ragnok said from behind the desk.
Harry walked forward to the desk and sat down, "Good morning, Sir."
"What may I do for you, Mister Potter," Ragnok asked.
"Sir, call me Harry, just Harry," Harry replied.
"And I am Ragnok. I am the director of Gringotts, and your family's banker. You told Mishook that you had a letter for me?"
Harry pulled the folded paper out and handed it to the Goblin, "Yes, Sir. My mum sent a copy of their will to my aunt. I found it. I am wondering why it wasn't followed."
"What do you mean it wasn't followed? Dumbledore said he processed the will," Ragnok asked as he took the paper.
"If that is so, why am I living with my aunt and uncle, and not with Sirius Black?" Harry stated as he sat back in his chair.
"WHAT!" Ragnok snarled as he opened the letter and quickly read it.
Harry watched as Ragnok grabbed a leaf of parchment, and a quill. He started writing on it. As one sheet of parchment was finished, he dropped it in a box that said 'Out', and it vanished.
"We're going to get to the bottom of this. Even with Sirius Black in prison, and the Longbottom's disabled, you should have been living with Amelia Bones," Ragnok stated as he sent another letter out.
"What about Mister Lupin?" Harry asked.
"He is ineligible to be your guardian…"
"Why?" Harry asked.
"He is a werewolf. The Wizmount passed laws that said that they are dark creatures. They are not to have children, work in the magical world, or even care for children. So they have been shunned," Ragnok said as there was a knock on the door.
"Oh, ok. I can understand that." Harry replied.
"But that doesn't leave out why you weren't left with Mrs. Bones," Ragnok said as he took a rolled parchment from the goblin that had come in.
Ragnok unrolled the parchment and started reading. As he read, the anger built up in him.
"It seems Mr. Dumbledore has ignored your parents' wishes. He sealed their will, made himself your guardian, and placed you with your aunt and uncle against your parents' wishes. Now, let's read the will. I assume you don't want the money to go to Sirius Black, the man who betrayed your parents. So the next amount is to Remus Lupin, I will have that money transferred to his account along with the deed to the cottage…"
"How did Sirius Black betray my parents?" Harry asked.
"He was their Secret-Keeper, and gave He Who Must Not Be Named their location…"
"No, he wasn't. Peter Pettigrew was their Secret-Keeper…" Harry said as he pulled out the second letter and handed it to Ragnok.
Ragnok picked up the second letter and started reading it. As he read, anger flared in his mind, and he stood up and went to the fireplace. Tossing a handful of powder into the fire, he said, "Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones' office."
Harry watched as Ragnok stuck his head in the fire and he could tell that the goblin was talking to someone, but he couldn't hear what was being said. A few second later, he stood up and stepped away from the fire. Then a woman stepped through. She was wearing a black outfit and had a silver badge on her chest. She had a monocle on her left eye. She looked around the room, and then at Harry.
"Director, let me see the letters," Amelia said as she walked to the desk.
Harry watched as the woman read the letters and then she set them down and turned to him.
"Mister Potter, my name is Amelia Bones, and I'm the head of the DMLE or the Department of Magical Law Enforcement," she said as she held out her hand.
"Call me Harry, just Harry," Harry replied as he shook her hand.
"Then call me Aunt Amelia," she said as she sat down and turned back to Ragnok, "please continue."
"Yes, Ma'am. As we were saying about the will, the Potters left several stipulations to their friends: a million Galleons to Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. We will transfer the one million as of right now to Remus Lupin, and hold off on Mr. Black and Pettigrew for now. We will also transfer one million pounds to the account of Mrs. Petunia Dursley, and notify her of it. Harry, this is a letter from your mother and father. It was left in my care. It was supposed to be given to you when you came in here, when you turned eleven.
"Also, in this box, is your ring. It states you are the heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. You will receive the house ring, when you turn fourteen," Ragnok said as he slid the box and letter to Harry.
Harry opened the case and looked at the silver ring. The ring was three bands of silver, which formed together to make the head. The stone for the ring was an emerald, and inside the emerald was a pottery wheel slowly turning. Picking up the ring, he slid it on his left middle finger. The ring shimmered and shrunk to fit his hand.
"Welcome home, Mister Potter… I mean, Harry," Amelia said as she reached over and ruffled his hair.
"Thank you, I think," Harry replied.
"Why don't you take a trip down to your family vault, and look around, while I deal with these letters," Amelia said as she stood up.
"Ok. Thank you, Ragnok," Harry replied as they walked to the doors.
Stepping out of the room, Harry saw a young girl with reddish hair sitting in one of the chairs. Before he could say anything, Amelia did.
"Harry, this is my niece, Susan she was visiting me in my office so I had her brought here because of what Ragnok told me in our conversation, I figured you could probably use a friend. Why don't you two go to your vault and while you look around, she can keep you company. If that's ok with you," Amelia asked.
Harry offered his hand to Susan and said, "Sure. Hi, Susan, my name is Harry Potter…"
Susan yiked, and turned bright red as she took his hand.
Susan felt warmth spread through her arm and up her body. Her heart seemed to flip in her chest.
Then a pulse went through her body as she replied, "Hi."
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