Third Person
Harry watched as the Old Goat performed a spell on him and his friends. The Old Goat- Dumbledore by name- was muttering spells. Dark spells. Black magic. Whatever. And as Harry observed this he couldn't stop himself from asking:
"Aren't you 'Light folks' against Black magic?"
Gasps could be heard around the room. The Order couldn't believe their Leader was using Dark spells, though the smart ones tried to understand why the boy had called it Black Magic.
"It's all for the greater good." The Old Goat replied.
"Y'know, I know a lovely man- around your age- who told me that the 'Greater Good' was Lord Grindelwald's catchphrase. And that you were good friends, and. . . .even. . . . lovers." Harry mocked. (he isn't being homophobic) More gasps.
"And who may this lovely man be?" Madame Rosa butted in.
"He's too old and gay," Luc quipped.
Madame Rosa looked scandalized.
"Eww, Luc, that's disgusting. . . ." Mia gagged.
"Yup. . . .disgusting" Nev repeated.
"His name is Harvard- well that's what he told us anyways," Nev answered the question Madame Rosa had asked. 'That's a lie, he did tell us that wasn't his real name.' Hadrian thought.
Harry was only listening in to the conversation- as most of his conversation was on his family, his mother looked more or less the same, with a new grey hair or two and maybe a wrinkle but that's all-she looked as beautiful as she had the last day he had seen her; his father looked more serious and had a lot more grey hairs, and his glasses were a different one but other than that he looked as handsome as ever; Ryan wasn't here; Sirius had a scar on his jaw, that stopped just before his neck and had a slight frown on his face which did not look normal on his If-I-stop-laughing-the-world-is-ending-face; and then there was Remus-he looked worse: his head had too many white hairs on and he looked much too tiered. But that may be because the full moon had occurred recently.
He really should meet Fenrir, Harry mused.
*** TIME SKIP***
11:55
Harry did not know how to feel.
11:56
His parents knew. Should he feel fear? Should he feel satisfaction? Happiness? Disgust? Angry? Something else?
11:56
Quickly get the inheritance over with and then you can leave, he thought. Get away from his client, his parents, brother, god-father, and more-or-less other god-father.
11:57
He should have a Nature Elf inheritance if his understanding of his father's family tree was correct. But the problem was... he had a feeling. He wasn't sure whether it was a good one or a bad one.
11:58
He had cast wards on his room, to stop anyone from hearing his screams- Mia had already had her inheritance, it was LOUD. Her screams were haunting. But he couldn't do anything, Lady Hecate stopped him.
11:59
The others knew that he would go through his inheritance tonight. And-
12:00
His whole body hurts.
It was like a hundred Cruciatus curses. Subconsciously, he could make out another scream.
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Legacy
FanfictionThe Legacies are a group who lurk in the corners and nooks of Diagon and Knockturn Alley. What happens when they are captured and turn out to be the missing children of some of the most respected families? In the shadows of Diagon and Knockturn All...
