Harry Potter Inheritance Test Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Did you just reference Harry Potter?" "Don’t look at me like that. Kevin keeps calling him that." "He’s not Voldemort." "That’s why Kevin calls him the *Heir of Slytherin*—the handsome version," she shrugged. "Oh, please don’t!" I laughed. "He *is* a Slytherin," Jina insisted. Internally, I could only agree with the "handsome" part. A silence fell between us as I smoked. "I know I must sound like your mother or something, but after last time..."

I would forever remember what happened in order for me never to do it again. How else would I learn the consequences of such an act? I wasn’t sure Anja and Leander’s glamour of the pack would have worked, but I must say that I was surprised that it did. Anja even put the glamour over Harry so that he wouldn’t remember what happened to him. I was thankful for that; the last thing anyone wants is for that little boy to grow up remembering how he was killed then brought back to life. This vampiric spell also had people believing that Harry was born from Bastian and Lilly. Even little Harry will think they’re his birth parents. I wondered how that would work when Bastian and Lilly haven’t been t

The air in the room seemed to change, as though the shadows themselves were leaning in, listening. “But...” she continued, her voice taking on a more serious tone now, one that Julian couldn't ignore. It was like she was warning him, “It’s not going to be simple. You’ll inherit more than just wealth. There are people in place, people who’ve been operating in the shadows for years, who will test your authority, challenge your claim. And many of them? They won’t be thrilled about you taking control.” Her lips curled into a faint, bitter smile, but her eyes remained cold, calculating. “You’re not just inheriting an empire. You’re inheriting enemies.”

Because then, how did I find out? I can’t exactly tell her I used my werewolf abilities and spied on her, then I eavesdropped on her conversation. That sounded weird, even to me. It didn't make me feel guilty that I did any of it. My overthinking was what made me consider a DNA test. If I’m going to do what I have planned next, then I need to make sure that the child she is carrying is my heir. I explain this to Owen and he nods, agreeing with him.

“We’re not losing.” “But if we do. If Marcus wins and we lose everything, would you still want this? Us?” He rolled toward her in the darkness. “Yes, without question. The inheritance brought us together, but, it is not what is keeping me. You are.” “Even if I cost you eight hundred million dollars?” “Even then. You’re worth more than any inheritance.” Selene’s throat tightened. “I love you.” “I love you too.” They held each other in the dark, gathering strength for tomorrow’s ruling that would decide whether their truth and love is enough.

The video continued. "You two chose differently. You chose to trust despite fear. Despite the temptation to betray, you chose to trust. I intentionally designed this test to instill doubt in each of you. Victoria leaned forward. "That's the real inheritance. Not money. Not hotels. Not empire. Trust. Partnership. Love that survives testing." She paused. "The two billion dollars was never going to anyone. It doesn't exist. I just wanted to see what you'd choose if you thought it did. You chose each other. Over money. Over certainty. Over everything I taught you to value."

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."

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

"Mom, Dad. I'm so sorry." But Dad was shaking his head, Mom too. "Sweetheart," Mom said. "It's not." She sighed out some of her own sadness, the air heavy with it. "We both knew this day would come eventually." She smiled up at him, glittering tears making shining paths down her face. "Harry is immortal. I made him promise we would end our mating before I was too old."

] “That’s not easy, father! The Walters are not a bunch of fools. I can’t just make a move without a plan—” [Silence! You’ve been planning for too long and it’s sickening!] I clenched my jaws in anger. “Just stop ruining my plans! I will take Tyler Walter and his family down. Don’t rush me!” [You know I can disown you anytime once you fail, Harry. I have another heir who’s more capable and obedient. I won’t give a damn if you’re my son. I can sacrifice you for a big gain.]