Harry Potter Discovers His Inheritance Before Hogwarts Fanfiction Complete Novels & Stories

he said to him self. After glancing at the door for over 5 minutes hus curiosity just couldn't let him rest. He slowly reached for the drawer pulling it open . It was so nearly arranged but something caught his attention. It was a very beautiful and expensive looking envelope. His heart began racing very fast he opened the envelope. There was a letter in it signed with the letter D and was handwritten. He recognized the handwriting to be Drake's. His heart pounded as he carefully pulled it out and opened it. I miss you. It's sad we couldn't live the life we wanted for ourselves. You'll forever be my sweet cute boy. I love you

Chloe smiled, and she raised her eyebrows playfully as our fingers interlaced. "I never said I wanted to marry Hank. I've always wanted to marry James. He's the one who made the potion, after all. Only you dummies like that phony beastman Hank!" Rowena felt her heart jump. What did Chloe mean by that? Everyone was shocked. Whispers started spreading, questioning if Hank really made the potion that won the competition. Hank turned ghostly white and tried to cough to cover his nerves, but I spoke up before he could. I turned to my parents, who had just come downstairs.

After all, even though I had always been obedient and gentle, I had zero tolerance when it came to betrayal. “Yvonne, do you really understand?” I nodded, curling my lips into a bitter smile. “Zayn, we both have to think of the family. I understand you need an heir. After all, the Levine mafia empire is vast. Someone has to inherit it. “If you think it would be easier, you can bring Whitney home so that she’s cared for. That way, I’ll feel reassured too.” Joy spread across his face when I said those words. He let out a long sigh of relief.

I thought about the key piece, and the Academy, and all the answers I might find there about what really happened to my parents. I thought about Prince Riven, and the way he'd looked at me like he knew I was stronger than I showed. Maybe it was time to prove him right. I stood up slowly, my legs shaking as I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes. "I'll be right back. I just want to... pick some herbs for the tea," I said to them with a smile. "Of course, sweetheart," Mama said. "Take your time." The Oylip and the Wolf's bane was exactly where Lyra said it would be, growing wild at the edge of the garden. I picked a handful of the innocent-looking leaves, my hands trembling so badly I could ba

And Helena is the law in our household, I may be a god, but I still answer to my wife. By the way, my son Hades just inherited his first gift and no, it’s not a gift like his siblings. His gift is the entire underworld. Hades had never fathered a child and it was will---a scroll that we found that was tucked behind where his insignia in the great hall of Mount Olympus was. As if by coincidence, our boy Hades found it while he and his siblings were playing hide and seek.

Recently, he worked very busy and hardly had time to find Grainne. He made a promise to himself, that one day he would inherit the William family fortune, and help the William family become prosperous so that he could keep Grainne by his side. Tonight, he had a hard time finishing work early, rushing to the house to find her, but when he got downstairs, he saw Carwyn Levi leading Harry by the hand into the elevator. Not only that, but he also clearly heard Harry's words to Carwyn Levi: "Uncle Levi, yesterday you came to pick up Harry, everyone said you were Harry's father! Harry is so happy, he wants to kiss Uncle Levi."

Her entire family, her world, gone in an instant. To say she was surprised to have inherited a house in a forest in the middle of nowhere was an understatement. As far as Laurie knew, her father hadn't mentioned their family ever having roots or even knowing anyone from this part of the country. She knew nothing and no one here but didn't have the heart to sell the only thing she had left of her family.

It can't be her. “Was that someone? Talk to me Hermione. That book was actually given to me by my grandmother before she was killed in the war between the witches and werewolves. I can't loose that ...” My grandmother sobs for the very first time ever, Ketura pulls her into a hug. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at them. “So, what do we do now?” I ask with my arms akimbo.

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"