Harry Potter and the Secret Inheritance

Chapter 1

AN: I was writing this story on my first account, sadly that account got hacked and I can't get back in. I've continued writing this story since then so I decided to reupload it and the new chapters. If you've seen this before that's why.

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It had been a week since his name came out of the Goblet of Fire, and things were not looking up. No one had any idea who had entered Harry into the Goblet, but Harry suspected that it was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, out of principle. The last three had all tried to harm him in one way or another, so why not this one too?

In his first year, there was Professor Quirrell, who had Voldemort attached to the back of his head for the entire year. He had let a troll into the school (and seriously, how was Dumbledore so stupid as to send the students back to their dorm rooms? The Slytherin and Hufflepuff dorms are in the dungeons, where Quirrell had just said the troll was!), and it had almost killed Hermione. It would have, if Harry and Ron hadn't shown up just in time to save her.

Quirrell had also cursed his broom at his first Quidditch match of the year, and it was really only luck that had Hermione knocking Quirrell over when she rushed to set fire to Snape's robes, who had been saying the counter-curse (though they didn't know that at the time).

Then, at the end of the year, Quirrell tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone to bring Voldemort back to life. He would have succeeded if it hadn't been for Hermione, Ron, and Harry stopping him. Harry grabbed Quirrell with his hands when Quirrell tried to touch him, causing Quirrell to blister and cry out in pain. Harry had been unconscious for three whole days after that, waking up on the last day at Hogwarts before being sent off to the Dursleys the day after.

In his second year, there was Lockhart, an idiotic fraud who stole credit for feats of magic he didn't accomplish. The only spell he was any good at was the Memory Charm, Obliviate, and he used it to wipe the minds of anyone who could prove he hadn't done what his books claimed. He tried to Obliviate Ron and Harry near the end of the school year, in the Chamber of Secrets, using Ron's broken wand. It backfired, erasing all of Lockhart's memories instead, leaving Harry on his own to save Ginny and slay the basilisk.

In his third year, there was Remus Lupin, who was the best DADA Professor they had ever had (not that it was a high bar, but still). However, he had the small problem of being a werewolf. Honestly, he was one of the kindest people you could meet. Unfortunately, he transformed into a werewolf while they were taking the traitor Peter Pettigrew to Hogwarts and would have bitten or killed Harry if not for Sirius Black, Harry's godfather and wrongly accused convict.

After that year, Harry decided not to trust any of his future DADA Professors. The three years he'd been at Hogwarts were why he suspected Professor Moody, the newest DADA Professor, of putting his name in the Goblet.

Everyone believed he had entered his name into the Goblet, except the Weasley twins, Fred and George, Neville, a Ravenclaw girl named Loony (or Luna) Lovegood, who had spoken to him sometime last year, and Fleur Delacour, the Beauxbatons Champion. Despite telling them he wanted nothing more than a normal year, even the teachers thought he had done it!

Harry's best friends, Ron and Hermione, believed he had done it too, even though he told them he just wanted a normal year. He could understand Ron leaving him; Ron had always been jealous of his fame. But what he didn't understand was why Hermione had abandoned him as well. He had thought that Hermione would always have his back, but it seemed he was wrong.

Ron's jealousy, Harry could understand. Having five older brothers who were successful in their own right couldn't be easy. People expected Ron to be as successful as his brothers. Then, when his family finally had a girl—the youngest—it probably made things worse for Ron.