Family Heirlooms (Edited/complete)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or anything else to do with Harry Potter. They are the property of J.K. Rowling. This story is purely out of my imagination and for entertainment purposes only.


Chapter One

Harry Potter sighed as he watched the rain run in small rivers down the window of his London flat’s living room window. It seemed as if he’d been watching those rivers run for months now instead of just for the past thirty minutes. Ever since Dumbledore and Sirius Black’s deaths, Harry had never felt so alone. Voldemort and his band of death eaters were still out there somewhere and the world’s greatest sorcerer was dead thanks to a backstabbing betrayer by the name of Severus Snape. His time at Hogwarts would end this year and he’d already received several invitations to come and teach at Hogwarts as well as offers to come and work for the Ministry of Magic. But without Dumbledore at Hogwarts he wasn’t sure.

He didn’t even feel like attending his last year of school b/c of Dumbledore’s death. He’d finally been able to move out of the Dursley’s house thanks to finding the sweet elderly witch that was searching for a tenant to live in the flat that her grandson had recently vacated. Luckily for Harry she took wizard money and he had plenty of that thanks to his parents James and Lily Potter. He turned his head at the sound of his doorbell ringing and padded across the room to pull open the door. To his shock and annoyance none other than Draco Malfoy stood there looking all around him as if he was afraid something would jump on him even though the flat’s that Harry had rented were nice and very clean. “What the bloody hell do YOU want Malfoy?” Harry asked with a glare. Draco focused his gaze on Harry and sneered “I won’t pretend that I’m HAPPY to have had to come to this rather dreary and filthy part of town to your pathetic little rat hole POTTER!” Harry glared even darker and snapped. “So why ARE you here Malfoy?” Draco frowned. “For your information I’m here at the request of my father.” Harry grinned. “You mean he was able to send a request ALL the way from Azkaban?”

“Rub it in my FACE why don’t you Potter!” Draco said, his normally pale face turning a dull red. Gathering his composure, he faced Harry once more. “My father requested that I personally hand deliver this to you.” Harry hesitated before saying in a firm voice. “YOU open it. I don’t trust anything that’s sent by YOUR father.” Draco’s face flashed a flicker of fear before he scowled. He yanked on the gold ribbon on the black velvet box with a sigh and popped open the top. His eyes widened slightly. “Well?” Harry asked. Draco turned the box around and lying in a bed of gold velvet was the most beautiful ring that Harry had ever seen. It was a dark and heavy silver ring with two dragons holding a stone that Harry had never seen before. It constantly changed colors in a swirling mist. Harry took the ring out and slipped it onto his pinkie finger. A vision suddenly flashed across his eyes. His mother Lily was standing over him and her hand was reaching down to caress his cheek when he noticed that on her other hand, which was pressed against her heart, was the ring but the stone was a robin’s egg blue.

Harry raised startled eyes to Draco who was looking at him oddly. His face suddenly cleared and he felt a rage come upon him. “Where did your father get this Malfoy? WHERE!!!!!!” Draco backed up a few steps. “I swear I don’t know Potter. My father never tells me anything. He did say that the only reason he was able to get the letter to me was through Old Professor McGonagall.” Harry felt his eyes fill with tears as he continued to stare down at the beautiful ring….his mother’s ring. “Goodbye Malfoy.” Was all he said as he slowly shut the door in Draco’s stunned face. He sat down on his couch and slowly slid the ring onto his pinkie finger. Another vision like a huge maelstrom came over him only this time he saw his mother and his father. He turned his head to the side and saw another giggling baby lying next to him. Harry’s eyes flew open and he pulled off the ring to put it back in the box. Who was that other baby? He wondered to himself.

He needed to talk to someone and he knew just the person. Normally he would have called his best friend Ron Weasley to come but Ron was better at adventure huntiing and conversations about girls rather than serious heart to hearts. He sat the box down on the kitchen counter and picked up his phone. Quickly dialing a number he waited. After listening to it ring for several minutes he hung it up with a bang. Calling Hedwig to him, he reached for a piece of parchment and a quill. He hastily scribbled a note and tucked it into Hedwig’s claw. “Find her Hedwig….find Hermione.”

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Hermione Granger scowled darkly as she tried to find the right combination of ingredients to make the cake that she wanted to give to Harry. “Should have just bought one but NO I had to want to make it myself so that it will be more special. IDIOT! Harry doesn’t even look at you that way nor will he EVER!” she muttered to herself. It never failed to amaze her that she could cast a spell that could freeze an entire person or mix a potion that could make people look exactly like someone else but yet it was beyond her reach on how to bake a cake. She wished that her mother were there so that she could teach her but her parents were in France at the moment and she was house sitting for them. So there she stood in the kitchen of her parents’ house when she heard a pecking on the window behind her.

She spun around and was thrilled to see Hedwig. She then frowned as she opened the window and let the bird inside. She glanced at her phone as she took the roll of parchment from Hedwig. She and Harry didn’t use owls to communicate while they were in Muggle mode. She looked closer and groaned when she realized that she’d turned her ringer off the night before while trying to take a relaxing bath and not wanting any interruptions. She saw where Harry had tried to call her and wanted to stomp her foot. She unrolled the parchment and read quickly.
“Dear Hermione,
I just received a visit from Malfoy. Wasn’t good. Need you. Harry.”

Hermione dropped the note and grabbed her pouch of floo powder. She walked to the fireplace in her father’s study. Getting inside she called out “Harry Potter’s flat!!!” she dropped the powder and in a flash of green fire she was gone.
Meanwhile, Harry paced back and forth along his living room floor watching the door. He spun around at the sound of a thud and muttered cursing coming from his fireplace and the first genuine smile in months lit his face. Hermione sat in his fireplace coughing covered in soot and floo powder. He reached down and helped her to her feet and then ran into the kitchen to get her a glass of water. “Here drink this.” He said softly, fighting to keep from spilling out everything.

He watched as she drank the water and resumed his pacing. When she got her voice she asked. “What happened Harry? What did Malfoy do? I swear I’ll kill him if he tried to hurt you!” Harry grinned at the outrage in her voice but shook his head. “It was more his father than him.” Hermione’s brown eyebrows drew together in a frown. “What do you mean?” He sighed and picked up the ring box and sat back down beside her on the couch. “A gift from Lucius Malfoy.” He said darkly. Hermione examined the box with a furrowed brow, causing Harry to smile slightly, before she opened the lid and gasped at the beautiful unique ring inside. “Oh my goodness Harry! This is the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. I’ve never seen a ring like this before. Why give it to you though?” she asked. Harry sighed. “Because it belonged to my mother.” He said.