The Lost Heir of Ilvermony

A New Deal

Teddy stops just outside of Picquaery office, he’s not coming. Willow Song had said this path was one I would walk alone. I thought she meant the tournament but I see now that my path was a long one that started when Martha left now finally I was ending it. “Do you think they’ll believe me?

“I think the truth can’t be hidden long.” Teddy rubs the scars on my wrist melting my worry away.

Opening the door, I see the President, four others and Headmistress Picquaery. The five other three wizards and two witches are The Inner Circle the presidents most trusted advisors. They all look at me in my jeans and thrift store sweater with critical eyes, they are in the finest robes. President Anton Fischer flicks his wand calling out my agreement I pull my own wand willing it to stay.

“I have a deal.”

He laughs, “Kid you have heart but we can’t just leave you to your own devices now.” Fisher says with genuine regret. I watch the agreement burns to ashes in the fireplace. “Is any of it true are you her grandchild.”

“I am, I can prove it.”

Picquaery flicks her own wand causing a thick tapestry on the wall next to me roll to the ceiling. “Proof is in blood.”
Craved into the stone wall is a tree branches shoot out the crest of the Cauldron and Boot families, Rionach branch ends with her covered in what looks like gold, while one branch marked Martha is stunted but not covered. “You knew the bloodline wasn’t dead.”

A witch with a thick Massachusetts accent speaks, “Course we knew Old William has brought many possible heirs over the years. They all failed to be however he says you are true heir and that British Bi-”

“What senator Pope means is that your blood will fill in the branch if you are the heir if not Rita Skeeter will be publicly discarded.” Says a native wizard who I recognize from my hearing earlier this year his name is Firecloud.

I cross my arms; I don’t have many options here but I can get some answers. “If I am what happens then.”

A Wizard with large boil on his neck answers with friendly mid-west accent. “You will placed with a family worthy such a honored guest.”

Taking my wand in my hand I place the tip on my opposite palm. “I doubt any old blood will want to host me I rather choose a place myself.”

The group all exchange looks, Fisher nods. “That is acceptable so long as they live within the borders of America. Harry Potter seems to have formed attachment to you and while do maintain a friendship with our English cousins you as the last of the Slytherin bloodline are in more there then here.”

“How so?” I ask pulling blood from my palm. The blood hang is the air my wand keeping in sphere.

The headmistress sighs annoyed, “The Wizards of Britain have always been more concerned with blood purity. If you as No-blood where to go there as the last of the Slyerthin line they might not be so friendly.”

Firecloud changes the subject. “Should you prove to be Isolt’s heir you would be entitled to fountain. Isolt knowing her daughter would have need of funds for school she left her wealth in a vault below this room. Being the most secure place the early Americas many founding families also put their wealth here. A large amount of interest on the had crewed before the Bank Magic was established in New York. There are many thousands of gallons”

I feel my legs pool around the floor as I sink into the chair. “A thousand gallons?”

The second witch from Texas her accent matches Tracey. “Only if you are who Old William claims you to be.”