Harry Potter Inheritance Test Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“So you’re really in cahoots with Casillas now? Are you really working together?” Her eyes flicked toward me. That amused glint was back, the same one she wore whenever I asked questions she didn’t intend to answer. “Harry is Susanna’s only remaining relative,” she said lightly, her voice casual as she brushed over my question. “Tonight, he’ll say some things, nothing subtle. He’ll claim Susanna’s inheritance was stolen. That "Susanna" should do the right thing and help him get it back.” I raised a brow. That was the plan? A troubled boy shouting nonsense at a formal event? She might as well have set a feral dog loose in the ballroom.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about. Hayden is my son. What does he have to do with Summer?" "Your son?" Harry sneered. "Hayden has no direct blood relation to you. The person who shares his DNA is Summer! Do you want me to show you the DNA test report before you admit it?!"

“And headmistress Morwen?” “Headmistress Morwen fears me,” Harry said with a chuckle that wasn’t entirely human. “She should. Once, she tried to bind me to her will. She failed. But she thinks she has another way now.” His eyes moved to me, sharp and knowing. “You.” My skin went cold. “Me?” “Yes.” His tone softened, but words were sharp. “ Raven left you with a fragment of his power when he died,That power is dangerous. Headmistress Morwen craves for it. She’ll tear the academy apart to claim you.”

Kitty started stomping her foot on the ground as she tried to think of someone she can possibly give her inheritance to, that wouldn't double cross her. "Then take a risk, of there is no one you can trust, there should be someone Jason hates, you can give it to the person, but you might not get it back, but Jason still won't be able to get it. Think about it." Harry said to her and leaned back on his chair.

I say, taking a step backwards. "Rory," She calls, and I flinch. "For what it's worth, I really am sorry." I nod, walking out, steadying my breathes as I walk to the Living Room, see everyone sitted. "To break the curse fully, we need Alexandru, Lily and Rafe ofcourse, in a circle, holding eachother. We'll need the blood of the people you love the most, not to be Harry Potter-ish, but Love is the way to break this, the Ancestors casted the spell out of pure hatred, and with Love, we'll reverse it, actually, erase it."

“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!”

was crystal clear under the lights. "I barely had time to go through my mother's inheritance, and you already want me to hand it over on a silver platter? Samantha, Howard, you're even more shameless than I thought." A collective uproar erupted from the crowd. How did the inheritance document turn into a gift agreement? Samantha's face went deathly pale. She hadn't expected that I'd be able to uncover the contract she'd buried under layers of deception. But Howard's reaction was lightning fast.

I say, seeing which papers that idiot was looking at. "I'm not a peeper". Speaks sitting in the chair facing my desk. "I just don't understand why you feel so much hatred for him". "Don't you understand?" I ask louder, not believing what I had just heard. "You are the daughter and heiress of businessmen, fairy tales don't exist for any of us". She answers seriously. "You should be happy because he's young, he's hot, and you have an overwhelming chemistry. I'm still recovering from what I saw". She says, shaking herself with a smile.

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."

The members who accompanied Alden to the chamber all flinched back, covering their eyes from the light. Her voice soft, yet powerful echoed through the air“An heir is needed. ”her words filled with certainty.Alden’s Heart raced and then came the next shock “ from your rejected mate, or else you will remain ill and lose leadership to your pack.”His eyes flew open, cold shivers ran down his spine, cold sweat formed in his palms, and the words crashing into his mind. His mate?, the one he had rejected moons ago?, How could she be the solution? He thought.