Harry Potter Fanfiction Gringotts Inheritance Test Novels & Stories

“It’s never wrong.” “Is that…?” The kid says wide-eyed and Fangboy looks across at him. “Yeah.” He drawls before kneeling down, stroking my face tenderly. “You, girl, are a fine prize indeed.” The old Crone cackles. “A prize?” She says. “We can all retire for the price she’ll fetch.” Fangboy grins more. “Take no risks with her. She doesn’t come out of her cage until delivery.” The others nod as the glass is taken back off and suddenly, I can breathe again.

she continued, as if nothing had happened, “The test is simple. You must show us your gift. Now.” “But-“ She cut me short. “There are no buts. It’s impossible for someone giftless to have passed through the three tests except well..” she trailed off, eyeing me with contempt.. “It was rigged.” “She passed just one out of the three. Didn’t she?” It was the Pyre who pointed it out this time “That’s correct and the minimum number to be passed before being considered a part of the Gryphon Academy must be two!” The bald, masculine figure who had claimed possession of the Pyre agreed.

To ease Dad's worries, I supported every decision he made and cut off every path for Harry to benefit financially. Listening to Dad was the smartest thing I had ever done. Otherwise, Harry wouldn't have been desperate enough to reveal his true colors early and try to destroy me. Rebecca was right. These social-climbing, gold-digging men were terrifying. They would sell their souls if it meant securing a fortune. A shiver ran through me as I looked at Harry's bruised and swollen face, and a sharp thrill of satisfaction rose in my chest. "He dug his own grave. He deserved every bit of it," I murmured.

But all he’d gotten was a bunch of information he couldn’t decipher. The only thing he fully understood were the sentences that ended the letter: “…It's only right that you also have the chance to fight for the Inheritance.You’ll be competing against your half-brother. May the best man win. You always were and always will be a Hunter.” Then a warning: “Do not show this to anyone.” Always a Hunter. Yeah, right. Scott ground his teeth. Fresh pain drained the warmth from his chest. He only joined the inheritance race because he figured he could get answers about his mother.

"Well, what do you say, Lewis? We'll take this to court if you don't divide the inheritance." Casually flicking the cigarette ash into the ashtray, Lewis pondered briefly before saying, "Since you're so desperate, go ahead and show me the so-called paternity test. I've hired a lawyer, and I'd like him to verify whether your paternity tests are genuine or fake." Those people had come prepared to divide the inheritance, so naturally, they carried the paternity tests with them. Thinking that Lewis was giving in, the woman who started it all immediately took out her paternity test from her bag.

"But, being Andres’s legitimate son, as the DNA test confirms, the fair thing would be for his inheritance to pass into his hands." I’m going to faint. My heart is racing. Someone hold me. "But... Miss Amanda Grayson is also the adopted daughter of Mr. Andres. In his original will, he named her as the sole heir. In cases like this, the inheritance is divided and goes to both parties. My decision is that you two live together for a year, under the same roof, working together, and that your relationship becomes the best it can be. Only then will I be able to give you the inheritance in equal parts. If not, and you continue to fight and argue in every hallway, the inheritance will go to charity

“Very well. We will test you, child. If you are worthy, the path to victory shall be revealed. But be warned—failure will cost you everything.” Hazel swallowed hard, but nodded. “I understand.” They gave Hazel an intense stare for a moment, and she tried to look back at them without flinching. She waited for the test, and she was determined to ace it because she knew that the life of her best friend depended on it. After a while, the room echoed with the sound of claps, and Hazel remained perplexed as the witches gave her a round of applause. “You have passed the test,” one of them said, and she raised a brow at first, but she quickly straightened, giving them a bow.

Lilian lost her balance and stumbled backward, crashing into the wall. Harry's voice rose, full of emotion. "I'm going to have a DNA test done right now. I'll tell Mr. Larson and Wendy. Once Mr. Larson, Jessica, and Wendy do their DNA tests, the truth will come out!" Harry was determined to tell Horace and Wendy. He was going to do a DNA test. Lilian shook her head in terror, her hands and feet freezing. She felt as though she had been pushed into a dark abyss. Everything had been going so well today. She had swapped the blood, and she was so close to succeeding.

I countered back between gritted teeth. “Yes, who should know that he wasn’t supposed to mix work with pleasure?” Granny lashed, hitting her walking stick on the ground angrily. “So are you asking me to accept Elizabeth’s child even when it’s not mine?” I stuttered in shock with a furrowed brow. “If that is the price you are to pay to acquire her wealth and carry on the family’s inheritance. Why not?” Granny replied grumpily. “Man up! And stop acting like a child!” “By taking up a b

When the clock's hands reached 6:30 on the dot, Roland walked in, yawning, and handed her a document. "Inside is the result of the paternity test between Harry and Zedd." ***