Harry Potter Fanfiction Gringotts Inheritance Test Novels & Stories

“Then correct her if she starts lying.” “Do not speak to your mother like she is your enemy.” “Then both of you should stop treating the truth like mine.” Dad rubbed his palm over his face and said nothing more. I looked at Mom. “What did I inherit?” “You inherited Daniel’s wolf line.” “And yours?” “You inherited markers from mine.” “That sounds like a laboratory report.” “It is difficult to know how much magical ability passes to a child. Witch inheritance does not behave as predictably as wolf inheritance.” “Did I inherit magic?”

“But I’m all she’s got.” The vision ended. The book in my hands glowed, waiting. And I sat there—confused, overwhelmed, and more emotionally unstable than a werewolf during PMS. "...She left me homework?" “Technically, a legacy,” Mr. Yellow called from above. “But yeah. Homework.” The ant council peered down from a ceiling crack. “We voted. You’re officially the witch’s heir. Condolences.” I groaned and buried my face in my hands. “I don’t even like magic. I failed basic enchantment theory! I still can’t shift! I eat canned beans and I talk to celery!”

“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.

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.

"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.

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.

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." ***

I open my mouth to speak, but Marius beats me to it. “Dad, I want Hazel by my side. I love her, and I love Sammy. They’re staying.” “If you continue this... relationship, I will be forced to redistribute the inheritance. Vincent will receive the lion’s share, and you will be left with the crumbs.” My breath catches in my throat. I can also feel Marius tensing beside me. "Please," I beg. "Mr. Thorne, give me a chance to prove myself to you. I love Marius, and I would never do anything to harm him. Just... give me a chance."

I asked when he made to go search for Alan, and he quickly jerked his head towards my direction. "No, you won't."He said. "You are not going to rule the pack, so it won’t get to you…" "What about Alan?" I asked again, and this time around, he looked at me with confusion. "Will he inherit the curse?" I added. "From what I know, it is a Ravenclaw problem, and Alan has no claim to it for whatever reason. One, he is going to be ruling two packs merged as one, something that hasn’t happened before. Two, he is not a Ravenclaw, your father’s blood doesn’t run through his veins."

“How do I get control of my inheritance?” Barrister Ethan nodded slowly, sipping his coffee before continuing. “Your grandfather was worried you'd marry wrong...one who'd only want you for what you have. He trusted your father to make the right choice for you. So, to get your inheritance, you need to marry a man your father approves of.” “What if I don't,” Audrey asked, her gaze locked onto Barrister Ethan's. Barrister Ethan's expression turned somber. “I’m afraid you don't get your share, it goes to Liam Erickson, your cousin.”