Family Comes First: A Harry Potter Instagram Story

II: going to the vault

TW in this chapter there will be talk of Incest, Murder, Rape, the Holocaust, and Suicide if you are uncomfortable about any of those thing I put a warning in bold for when it stars and when it stops. It doesn't go into too much detail, at least I don't think so but others may think different, but I still wanted to put a warning. Also there will be cussing in like every single chapter.

Harry's POV

Sitting in my my room as the Dursley's ate dinner waiting for Draco to arrive, I stared at the piece of parchment in my hands. One single sentence going through my "I could have lived with my grandparents up until this point, but no dumbleidiot had to place me here with people that hate my guts." Just then I heard the familiar shriek that comes out of Aunt Petunia's mouth every so often. I ran down the stairs to see the familiar faces of Draco and Lucian Malfoy. "Hades, who all is coming with us to the vault?" Draco asked me "Pansy, Theo, Clay, Wyatt, Jack, Mr.Nott, Astoria, Daphne, Blaise, and Neville." "Alright, well come on." Lucian said. "Now just where do you think you're going boy!" Uncle Vernon's voice roared through the house and echoed through my head. "I'm leaving to go to one of my vaults at Gringotts, and after that I'll will be staying with the Nott's." "Good, leave and never come back!" "I won't!" I yelled back at home as my stuff came down the stairs and to me. I got in the fireplace with Draco and Lucian as Draco yelled out "Parkinson Manor!"

*Time skip to where they have everyone*

Still Harry's POV

We all, some how, managed to fit into one cart as Griphook took us all to my vault, we arrived at the vault and Griphook asked for my key. I gave it to him, the vault opened and all of our mouths fell open when we saw what was inside. Plenty enough swords for an army and wands for generations of people in my family, jewels and piles of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts. There were also letters from generations of family members. We all entered the vault as we looked around in amazement. After a few minutes of looking around Daphne spoke up "Hadrian, there is a letter here from your grandfather." I walked over to here and took the letter from her and read it.

Hadrian James Potter,

My dearest grandson, you probably won't see this letter until your almost fifteen years of age, but I need to explain something to you. At the age of fifteen each Potter child goes to a special training camp built for our family, once we realized that most Potters no longer knew how to fight we built it so every Potter knows how to protect themselves in battle, there you will spend at least 8 months learning how to fight and everything that your school, Hogwats, will teach you from your fifth year to seventh year. You should tell no one about this, ever. I know that your relationship with your parents and twin brother, Matthew is going to be ruined. Albus told me that he will be giving you to your mother's sister. Myself and your grandmother begged him to let us have you so we could raise you, but he wouldn't let us, we are so sorry that we couldn't raise you in a loving environment Harry.

With Love,
Charlus Fleamont Potter, your grandfather

P.S-Your grandmother also wrote you a letter, though you might have a hard time finding it.
P.P.S-We heard of you being sorted into Slytherin and we are so proud of you Harry

I looked up from reading letter not realizing that I had been crying, thinking about how I'll have to see Matthew everyday when I go to this Potter training camp. "Hazza are you ok?" I looked over at Astoria realizing everyone was watching me. "Yeah, um..my grandfather wrote that my grandmother wrote me a letter as well, could you help me find it?" "Of course." A few minutes later Lucian found the other letter from my grandmother. When he gave it to me it was heavier than my grandfather's letter.

My dearest grandson,

Hadrian, I know you might not know me because your parents are brainwashed by that old geezer, Albus Dumbledore. But I'm you grandmother Dorea Potter ńee Black and I need to tell you that myself your Aunts and Uncles, cousins, siblings, and grandfather will always love you so much. I also need to tell you that I can sense your power Harry James, I know that you are the actual Boy-who-lived, and not that spoiled brat that you sadly have to call your twin brother. I'm guessing that by the time you will be reading this letter you will already know that. I'm also guessing that your grandfather told you of the Potter training camp, and I'm so sorry that you will have to attend that with Matthew for 8 months, but in some good news you will also have your cousin Steven "Steve" Webb with you as well, and I hope that you get along with him well. I have included some pictures of the family, a lot of your little siblings, I hope that you find them helpful.