Harry Potter Inheritance Test Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Chloe smiled, and she raised her eyebrows playfully as our fingers interlaced. "I never said I wanted to marry Hank. I've always wanted to marry James. He's the one who made the potion, after all. Only you dummies like that phony beastman Hank!" Rowena felt her heart jump. What did Chloe mean by that? Everyone was shocked. Whispers started spreading, questioning if Hank really made the potion that won the competition. Hank turned ghostly white and tried to cough to cover his nerves, but I spoke up before he could. I turned to my parents, who had just come downstairs.

"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

I half shout, shocked at what I'm hearing How was Rory going to react to all of this? He'd hidden so much from her already but this, this was definitely crossing a line. "It is possible, yes." He says, his worried expression no doubt mirroring my own "And what about this other witch? Do you know her?" "Him" he says taking a small mouthful of his drink. "Remi, he's a week older than Aurora. Somehow he inherited the genes from a great great grandfather. His powers were supposedly locked away by the witch of the great council when he was born" he informs me as he stands to get another drink

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."

“Yes. Irina hides well, doesn’t she? But I prefer to face my enemies directly.” He stepped closer, studying every inch of my face like I was some ancient puzzle. “You look like her.” “Like who?” “Your mother. The Antonov who ran away like a sewer rat.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh, yes, you do. You have a claim to an inheritance, Lily. And I want my share—to make up for what your dear daddy stole from me.” “I have no idea! I’m not holding onto any inheritance!” My voice came out louder than I intended—pure desperation.

‘And why is that? He looks away as if he’s ashamed when we both know he has no reason to be. ‘Levi should be your heir. Levi will have pups…’ He replies. ‘So could you.’ ‘You know that’s not going to happen.’ He growls. I narrow my eyes. “Ryker is my heir and that is final.” I say out loud. He huffs but he doesn’t argue more. “What are we going to do about the Aurora Pack?” Khloe asks.

“Crane knows who you really are, Julian. He’s known for weeks. He’s just been waiting… watching… to see who else figures it out.” Julian’s stomach tightened. Aiden stared at him. “You mean…” Oliver nodded. “Yes. He knows you’re the heir.” Clarissa stepped forward, and said in a hard voice. “Then why hasn’t he done anything?” “Because,” Oliver said slowly, “he’s not the type to eliminate the heir. He’s the type to use him.” Julian’s breath caught. “He wants to control you, Julian. Put you in Harold’s place, clean up the mess, and make it look like VanDermere Global is being saved from within. You’ll be his puppet, his perfect distraction while he tightens his grip on the company.”

Arabella returned to Harry’s house, fury pulsing through her veins. Yes, she was livid—at Helena. She was convinced Helena was behind the spiked wine that left their father hospitalized and unconscious. But… could Helena really be that heartless? Maybe it had something to do with the inheritance. The more she thought about it, the more disgusted Arabella became. Why do people do anything—everything—for the sake of inheritance? Her father. Her stepmother. Now even her sister? And Harry?

" Anyone who tries to harm her is against me." "You... What are you talking about?" Harry thought he had misheard and then said, "Didn't you do a paternity test in Mourpa? The result showed that she is Patrick's daughter. You must have been deceived by Joanne." Edwin stared at Harry sarcastically. Though he knew that Edwin had arranged for people to watch him, he didn't expect him to know exactly what he had done in Mourpa. "Didn't you find out that Tail's bone marrow was replaced with Patrick's? And that paternity test was skewed," Edwin snapped ironically.

What could his grandfather have meant by this? Low murmurs began to ripple through the room. “Could it be Alex? Lately, Mr. Justin Yates has been bringing that kid to the office a lot,” someone whispered. Another nodded. “That actually makes sense.” Harry’s faction also began exchanging knowing looks, all their thoughts converging on Alex. Harry, however, voiced the insinuation directly. “Only those who have formally been recognized by the Yates family elders can inherit shares,” he thundered, his implication clear: a secret love child had no legitimate claim.