Family Heirlooms (Edited/complete)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Meanwhile……A lone figure sat at the table in the corner of The Leaky Cauldron. Beautiful polished nails tapped the top of the table in impatience. A bottle of butterbeer sat in front of them. The door to the Leaky Cauldron opened and Professor McGonagall walked in the door. She went into the pub and sat down at the table across from the hooded figure. “Hagrid is on his way.” She said. The figure nodded slightly but didn’t say anything. They sat there in silence for a little while longer and finally Hagrid came stomping through the door. He sat down with a loud thump and sighed. “Professor McGonagall.” He said and nodded to her. He looked at the hooded figure and started to say something but a slim hand was held up for silence. “Did you see him?” Minerva asked. The hooded figure nodded and a deep southern accent came from inside the hood. “I did.” Minerva pinned a look onto the figure. “You didn’t speak to him did you? He didn’t see you?” The figure slumped back against the chair on which they sat and sighed. “Unfortunately he did see me. We didn’t speak to each other exactly though. I only said enough words to put him in a body bind as he was chasing me. I was terrified that he would catch me…..”

Minerva took off her glasses and rubbed her tired eyes. “I knew that you shouldn’t have taken the chance. Now that Harry has Lily’s ring his guard will be up higher than ever. Harry knows about you now. If I would have known what that letter from Lucius to Draco contained…. I’d given my word though that I wouldn’t read it. I made sure that there weren’t any hexes on the letter or anything like that. It never occurred to me that Lucius of all people would have Lily’s ring. Albus had told me that her ring was never found but that she could have hidden it anywhere before they were attacked. If only Albus were here….” She trailed off and her eyes became misty. Hagrid sniffed loudly. “But he ain’t here Professor. He ain’t here because of that hook nosed greasy haired….” The figure cut him off. “Snape.” The name came out as a hiss. “I swear if there was a way to find that scum sucking son of a bitch I would kill him with my bare hands.” Minerva shot a scowl at the figure. “No need for foul language young lady.”

A slight chuckle came from inside the hood before dying softly. “I just feel so terrible. Poor Harry has had to go his entire life alone and with those horrible Dursleys. He’s never known about me and I’ve never known about him until that first vision. How come you never told me about him? NEITHER OF YOU TOLD ME! How could you do that to Harry and me? I asked you repeatedly if you were SURE that I didn’t have any family out there somewhere and you said NO! Were you EVER going to tell me that I had a TWIN BROTHER?”

Minerva sighed and Hagrid had a placating look on his face. “My dear you have to understand that we had to separate you because we couldn’t take the chance that Voldemort would be able to get to both of you. We didn’t count on Harry surviving an attack by Voldemort. The figure’s right hand lifted and took off the glove that covered the left. A lightning bolt shaped scar was across the palm of that hand. “Nobody has explained to me how I managed to get this either.” The voice whispered. Hagrid gasped and Minerva shushed the figure. “Put your hand down girl.” She snapped. The glove was slipped back on. Minerva sighed. “The only thing that I can think of is when Voldemort’s curse touched Harry, your connection was still fresh and strong at the time so you must have touched your forehead when you felt Harry’s pain and the scar was etched onto your hand. I’m not entirely sure but that is my theory. Have you ever felt pain just come out of the blue for some reason? Even if you weren’t doing anything?”

The figure was quiet for a little while before nodding. “Yes.” Minerva smiled. “That means that your connection with Harry is just as strong now as it was then. Every time Harry’s been in extreme pain or happiness or any other sort of extreme emotion you’ve felt it too. That’s what’s all about being a magical twin. Of course Harry had to go through feeling what Voldemort was feeling too during the time when he was taking Occulmency and the horrible tragedy with Sirius Black. ” A sigh came from the hood and a hand rose up to lift the hood back. Bright intelligent green eyes stared at the two across the table directly. “WHEN can I meet Harry face to face?” she asked as her sleek black hair fell down her shoulders. Her face was hauntingly beautiful and her hair and eyes were the same as Harry’s. Although her features resembled Lily more than James, there was no doubt that this girl was related to Harry Potter.

Hagrid cleared his throat. “I don’t think that it’s such a good idea for you to meet Harry until V…you know who is caught and dealt with.” The girl slammed her fist on the table making the bottles shake. Her eyes flashed with fire. “I don’t know why I even ASKED you two! I’m going to see my brother!” she started to stand up and leave when Minerva suddenly said. “Persephone Potter!” Persephone spun around and was stunned to see that Minerva had pointed her wand at her legs and with a flash of light, her legs came out from under her. They were like…jelly. Her eyes flashing. “YOU JELLY LEG JINXED ME!” she said accusingly. Hagrid bent down and picked Persephone up into his arms and flinched when she grabbed his beard and yanked as hard as she could. “ ‘ear now stop that!” he growled at her. She went still in his arms but crossed her own arms over her chest in a slight sulk. Grinning, she batted her long eyelashes up at Hagrid. “Now you wouldn’t want to make me do anything that I don’t want to do would you Reubeus.”

Hagrid blushed to the roots of his hair and grinned down at her lovely face before getting his hand slapped by Minerva. “Come Hagrid. You know that Persephone has always had the power to wrap men around her little finger no matter how OLD they are.” She snapped. Hagrid puffed out his chest at her but followed her from the tavern, Persephone cursing a blue streak all the way.


Harry rolled over with a slight groan at his sore muscles but grinned when he saw Hermione sleeping soundly beside him. He reached out and stroked her hair softly before leaning down and kissing her shoulder. Hermione stirred slightly in her sleep and smiled dreamily. “Mmm….Harry.” she mumbled, causing him to grin even larger. He recalled his conversation after they’d finally let Ron back inside with him and Hermione. He decided that no matter what, he was going to find the person who’d attacked him the night before. But in the meantime….he thought with a slight chuckle as he lowered the blanket that covered Hermione’s beautiful body and took one soft breast in his hand and lowered his mouth to the taut nipple. Hermione moaned and arched towards him, her fingers coming up to thread through his hair. He lifted up and moved his mouth up her slender neck to finally capture her lips. By this time Hermione was wide awake and melted into the soft kiss.

Harry took his time with her, roaming his hands over her body and touching her until she was begging him to come inside her. He continued to torment her until her soft pleas finally broke his restraint. He knelt between her legs and parted her folds to push him self deep inside her. She arched up and moaned when he lifted her legs and put her ankles up by his neck. He began to thrust slowly but firmly. Hermione twisted and arched, desperately seeking what she needed. Harry answered her by thrusting faster and deeper. He reached between them and rubbed the bud between her legs. She came long and hard. As she began to wind down Harry picked up speed again, desperate to make her come again. To both of their satisfactions she came again only moments later. Only then did Harry release himself deep inside her. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her and softly kissed her neck. Not wanting him to leave her just yet Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and held him there on top of her. “I love you Hermione.” He said softly. She smiled as she played with his hair. “I love you too Harry.” Suddenly Hermione tensed and groaned.

Harry immediately rolled off of her and concern filled his face. “What is it? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Hermione sat up and cupped his cheek with her hand. “No of course not. I just remembered that I was going to give you a cake for your birthday but with everything going on I completely forgot.” Harry grinned at her annoyed expression. “It’s okay.” He gestured at the bed. “Conjure up one right now.” She frowned. “See that’s the thing. Any witch can just conjure up a cake but I wanted to make you one the muggle way.”

Harry was touched that she would go through all that trouble for him and told her so. She blushed slightly and shrugged. “Well it didn’t work out anyway because my mom wasn’t there to help me. It never fails to amaze me that I can do thousands of spells without even speaking but yet can’t do anything normally right.” Harry burst out laughing at the mental image that her words formed in his mind. He leaned towards her and kissed her softly. “It’s the thought that counts anyway. I forgot that it was my birthday actually but you've given me a WONDERFUL gift anyway, YOU.” He said with a laugh. Hermione blushed then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said softly. “I have to ask. Have you decided on whether or not you are going to come to Hogwarts for your last year? I know that Dumbledore’s death was devastating for you. I’ve heard that Professor McGonagall is going to take the position of Head Mistress.”

Harry grinned. “Thank goodness it’s not Umbridge this time.” Hermione’s eyes narrowed at the thought of that evil woman. Harry took Hermione’s hands in his and sighed. “I haven’t really thought much about it actually. I’ve had my mind on all this stuff with my mother’s ring. I’ve GOT to find Voldemort’s other Horocruxes and destroy them. I know that I’m the one who is destined to do it Hermione. Even Ron said it our first year. It’s ME that has to go on.” Hermione sighed. “I’m coming with you wherever you go.” She said firmly. Harry just stared at her for a moment before shaking his head. “No Hermione. I’ve lost everyone I love because of Voldemort. I wouldn’t be able to bear it if I lost you too. I want you to be somewhere that I know you’ll be safe.” Hermione gripped his hand. “I’ll be safe as long as you are there with me.” She said with that glint in her eye that Harry knew to take as a sign that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He steeled himself for a battle that he wasn’t altogether sure that he was going to win.