Harry Potter Discovers His Inheritance Before Hogwarts Fanfiction Complete Romane & Geschichten

Sophie POV. I burst into tears when Harry told me he loves me. It wasn’t because it was too soon. It was simply because the last person who told me they loved me was my mom when I won the last dance competition before she died. Harry just held me and didn’t say anything. That was just over an hour ago. Now we are heading to the clubhouse of the Princes Of Darkness MC. I keep looking out of the window at every man I see. Hoping that my father and brother have slithered back under the rock they crawled out of.

This could be your life, Alisha, a voice in my head whispered. If you play your cards right, you could belong here. Forget Nadia’s plan…this is your chance to rewrite your future. If only I could get Richard to have sex with me then I will bore his child and become also part of the inheritance of the Garrison wealth. But then another thought crept in, darker and more pressing. What if they find out? What if Richard discovers the phone I had hid or the recorder under his desk? No he cannot find out about the phone because the last time I checked his office there wasn't a camera and I had lied to Richard when we were out of his office.

What could his grandfather have meant by this? Low murmurs began to ripple through the room. “Could it be Alex? Lately, Mr. Justin Yates has been bringing that kid to the office a lot,” someone whispered. Another nodded. “That actually makes sense.” Harry’s faction also began exchanging knowing looks, all their thoughts converging on Alex. Harry, however, voiced the insinuation directly. “Only those who have formally been recognized by the Yates family elders can inherit shares,” he thundered, his implication clear: a secret love child had no legitimate claim.

She was more concerned about how Harry got it since she was sure enough that it would be nearly impossible to have this here on the real world. “You had this all along? H-How?” She asked confusedly. “I remember we threw this onto the waters on the island, right?” Harry was indescribably happy that America remembers everything now and hearing her say things that was meaningful to him makes him overjoyed. “It was given to me by the enchantress when I was in Maldives and visited your—” He stops himself as soon as he remembered what Judith told him. America’s brows creasing when Harry got silent all of a sudden, “Visited my?”

" Shirley snorted, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. Harry furrowed his brows. He knew that Shirley brought this up for a reason. "Don't you want to know whether the rumors are true?" Shirley's smile widened. However, her smile gave Harry a sense of unease. "Yes, my grandfather did leave such a will, along with the inheritance," Shirley admitted. Harry still didn't respond, waiting for her to finish her words. "But I have since donated the inheritance," Shirley revealed. She stared at Harry unforgivingly. Sure enough, Harry found it difficult to accept the truth. His face fell. "What did you say?"

He asked with a voice filled with intensity, "Whose child is Hayden?" Joyce was taken aback for a moment, then loudly said, "He's your child, of course! Your family verified it with a DNA test, remember?!" "I'm asking you who's Hayden's mother!" Harry's voice grew heavier, his intense gaze fixed on Joyce, his eyes bloodshot. Joyce's heart skipped a beat. She was shocked by Harry's intensity. Fear started growing inside of her. Had he... discovered something?! No, there's no way! It's impossible! He hadn't managed to find out after all these years, so how could he suddenly find out now? Even Summer was unaware of it!

He shot to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. “Aunt– I mean, Ms. Reed! This isn’t mine! It was in his–” He pointed straight at me, his voice rising with desperation. “It was in Edward’s pencil case! I saw him put it in there myself! How did it end up in my pocket?” The floating comments refreshed again in front of my eyes. [What the hell? What’s going on? I’m sure I saw Hugh put it in the guy’s pencil case!] [Does this bookworm know magic or something? How is he so fast?]

For a moment, Harry's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered and agreed. He had spent seven years carefully setting a trap and playing his part, enduring everything. In the end, he got nothing. That was why he had gone mad, colluded with his female friend to destroy me in the cruelest way ever, and driven my parents to desperation so he could claim everything he had coveted. There was no way I was going to let him get away with it. A mudball should stay in the bottomless swamp where it belonged.

But it had settled into something manageable, something that sat beside her rather than on top of her. She was no longer just Tata Pedro's granddaughter. She was a mother, a wife, a guardian of the land. She was the heir, and now she was passing that inheritance forward. --- On the first anniversary of the wedding, Kyle surprised her with a small wooden box. Inside was a key. "What's this?" she asked. "Open the door."