much was at stake.
-Yes, I'm angry, it's true. You implied that you wouldn't hurt me.
-That's right.
The teapot rose with the cups and its contents were poured into the containers without it seeming to require any effort from Voldemort who never took his eyes off him. Harry forced himself to ignore the sight even though the man had not drawn his wand.
-Then why didn't you tell me that I am heir to a great house?
-Because I thought you knew at least that about yours. If only because of the contents of your trunk.
-…Children’s trunk?
Harry was lost. He should have been able to figure it out on his own, really? He waited for Voldemort to explain, his cup of tea finally in his hands.
-You do not yet have access to your family's real vaults at Gringotts, you are too young for that and families of this rank have financial security guaranteed by the bank. Although the Potters are not one of the greatest wizarding families, the lineage has been greatly enriched by the potions discoveries of Fleamont Potter, your grandfather. Normally, you wouldn't need to work if you wanted to.
Harry was a little surprised. His grandfather… It was the first time he heard his first name and knew what he did for a living. No one had taken the trouble to tell him about them. He squeezed the handle of his porcelain cup between his fingers, gripped by strong emotions. Voldemort knew more about his own family than he did, as did everyone else. But there, it was also his fault, he could have tried to ask or search. If his grandfather was famous, he had to be in the storybooks, right? But Harry also knew very well why he hadn't rummaged. Knowing what he had lost… It hurt. Realizing how wonderful it would have been to have these people in your life...
-And what was my grandmother's name?
you expect from me on this subject, little lion.
-…Could you stop Lucius Malfoy? Does he even know you're back?
Harry hadn't asked himself the question of who knew or not. But there couldn't have been many of them since there was nothing in the leaked newspapers. Everything revolved around the search for Sirius Black. Harry almost sighed at the gentle pressure of Voldemort's fingers on his scalp. His eyes were half closed and he no longer had any desire to leave the comfort he had there.
-He knows, yes. And yes, I could stop it. But what will I gain?
They were there. Harry had been right to think that he would have to negotiate. But what could he possibly offer to a dark mage who could have everything much easier than him? He forced himself to open his eyes to meet an indescribable crimson gaze. When Voldemort's thumb brushed against his lips, Harry realized how unable he was to break away from his older brother's touch. He felt fear rising within him, which he forced himself to chase away with determination.
-What do you want, Thomas?
rather quiet and quite pro-Muggle since its conception, which has put it out of the sacred 28. The greatest lines witches including for example the Malfoys, the Notts but also the MacMillans, the Longbottoms or the Weasleys. Weasleys who were removed from this list after various events.
Furthermore, this list of 'sacred' families is stupid in my opinion, it does not raise many of the problems that make our society harmful. Problems that I will have to take care of for the rest of our future.
There's one last thing I didn't tell you about your rank: you have an heir ring that you should normally wear and that you should have found in your chest. However, you haven't talked about it and you don't have it, which suggests that it is currently in the hands of another person who could therefore make people believe that you are making decisions that you never wanted. take. I would therefore advise you to quickly file a complaint for lineage theft. Who knows what that might turn out to be? Aren't you curious to see him? I'm sure you know as well as I do who is responsible and that he will say that he didn't mean anything bad.
Happy Sunday, my little lion, think about it carefully.
L.V.
Harry quickly got up from his bed and went to see Neville who had barely put on his shirt. He grabbed his hands, making a sound of surprise, and looked at his friend's fingers. There, on his left hand, on his middle finger, he wore a ring adorned with a shield.
-Nev'… What is this ring?
-My heir ring, Harry. The symbol represents the coat of arms of House Longbottom…
Harry released him and looked at his empty left hand. Where was his ring? He remembered that it was Hagrid who had given him the key. Would the half-giant have taken the ring before him?
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Close Or Far From The Law
FanfictionAt the start of third year, Harry receives letters and he wonders where his life will go now that someone has decided to take care of him like no one ever has. He would like to be able to say it... He would like to have solutions... But this person...