Harry Potter Inheritance Test Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Just… let someone in next time, okay?” I didn’t answer. He didn’t push. Once he was gone, I forced myself to eat, showered, and sat back down on my bed with a towel around my shoulders, staring blankly at the bottle again. It was empty now. The hangover was receding, but my chest felt no lighter. I told myself again… No more Ronan. The days ahead would change everything. In a few more nights, I would undergo my first Inheritance Ceremony… a sacred rite that would awaken parts of my bloodline, strengthen my magic, and maybe, finally… give me answers about my mother. About where I came from.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "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.

The elevator doors closed and Harry walked up to me. "You know why I’m here," His expression said it all. “Just give me some time, I’m only just getting back.” I said. I knew Harry was only doing his job and this was all because he wanted the best for the company. “But we don't have any more time, Nicholas." Harry replied. A million thoughts raced through my head. All I could think about was Hazel and the twins. Only they were the solution to this. If it was true and they were mine, an heir was all I needed to claim my father’s inheritance—I would have two.

"I saw your skin glow. Adrian, what is happening to me? What is inside me?" The elevator jolted. It didn't go up to the suite. It went deeper. "The Voss inheritance is not money, Lydia," Adrian said. He finally turned to face her. The violet light in his eyes had faded, leaving them a dull, haunted grey. "It is a genetic mutation. My father has spent forty years trying to stabilize it. He thinks he can create a version of us that doesn't burn out. He thinks your child is the key." The doors opened. They were in the extraction lab. It was not a room. It was a cage of reinforced glass. The air smelled of ozone and harsh chemicals.

Harry smiled ironically, it seemed crazy what Ernest was proposing. “Of course, not sir. But we can see what chance we would have, just don't refuse to let it happen, you have only one year left to fully inherit sir, the contract could be for only two years.” “You're crazy, what a wrong way to do things, besides I would like a woman to fall in love with me, for who I am, not for a contract” Harry limps off to his room, but his lackey is still insistent. “Look sir, we have little time left to plan everything, I'll take care of looking for the candidates, but please, you need not only to inherit but also company, you are too lonely, and “Harry interrupts him.

I say just as an image of my hands covered in blood flashes through my mind and I shake my head. I can't tell anyone I’m out of control. I'll just ask Lily to change the potion. She is my cousin from my father's side. My aunt was seduced by a warlock and he abandoned her when she got pregnant. She later died from depression after giving birth to Lily who we later discovered inherited her father's genes. “Good. There have been reports of werewolves getting lost and being found mauled to death. There seems to be a beast out there. Once you settle things with your mate. Investigate this matter.”

Harry crosses his arms and clears his throat. “Excuse me?” He demands. Cam looks at him innocently. “What?” she asks sweetly. “Have you been experimenting with untested potions on me?” He asks. I can’t tell if he’s mad or not, his tone gives nothing away. Cam just smirks. “Nah, I test them out on the other Incubus who follows me around. No big deal.” She says casually. I notice Harry tense up. Interesting. As an Incubus he’s not usually prone to jealousy. This should be interesting.

“Oh, I know. He’s pestered the bursary for loans more times than I care to count.” Her humor faded, her eyes locking onto mine. “You’re thinking about the curse, aren’t you? About what comes next.” The words punched through me. My chest went tight, breath shallow. I hadn’t let myself think about it, not really. The image of children flashed in my mind, tangled with fear. “Could it… affect them?” My voice came out rough. “If we had kids, could they inherit it?” The Queen’s expression shifted, grief clouding her features. She reached for my hand, gripping it tightly. “It’s not hereditary. We checked our lineage thoroughly; there’s no trace of it.”

She also knew that these two children must belong to Harry. Charles also smacked his lips. Who could be like Harry? He was so lucky that he had a pair of twins? Or a dragon and a phoenix? Forget it. The most important thing was that the two children had inherited their parents' advantages. The boy was smart, and the girl was cute. They were all possessed by Harry. How could he be so annoying? "Don't even think about it. Even if I marry a wife, I won't be able to give birth to a dragon and phoenix fetus."

But he hadn’t, not really. His mother had pulled him aside that first week in the new packhouse. “Don’t let her call you those childish names,” she’d hissed. “You’re to be Alpha someday. Act like it.” Faith’s fingers tightened around the silver pendant, her eyes searching his face. “Your mother told me you hated it when I called you Harry. That you found it embarrassing.” Another lie. Another manipulation. “No,” Harrison said, his voice rough. “I never hated it.”