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Chapter List
- 1-The Return of the Heirs
- 2-Chapter Two
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Harry Potter and the Return of the Heirs

By J.C. Vascardi

Disclaimer: All characters and places
featured in this story which relate to Harry Potter are the property of
J.K. Rowling, various publishers, and Warner Brothers. No money is being
made on this story and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. The only things about this story that I own are the storylines,
places and characters which
are not featured in the books.

Spoilers: If you haven't read Order of the Phoenix yet, what on Earth are you waiting for?, then there is a spoiler or two in this chapter.

Author's Note: This story takes place
during Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts. I will be trying to follow
the Order of the Phoenix canon as much as possible. I may however
deviate from the canon occasionally if the story I am trying to tell
would be better served by doing so. Now, I would also like to say that I
am an American, so while I will try to use some of the British
terminology that I'm familiar with to make this story more real, there
will likely be instances when the characters may sound a little more
American then they would otherwise. For those of you who care about such
things, I apologize in advance.

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Chapter One

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As the moon
rose above Privet Drive, a teenage boy with a mess of raven black hair
sat alone in his small upstairs bedroom. He was sitting at his desk,
looking through a leather-bound photo album. The boy, sixteen-year-old
Harry Potter, sat in silence as he looked at the wedding pictures of his good friend and former Care of
Magical Creatures teacher, Rubeus Hagrid, to Madame Maxime Olympe, the
Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy. Hagrid had wanted to invite Harry to the wedding, and would have likely asked Harry to stand for him as his best man, but Professor Dumbledore decided that it would be far too dangerous for Harry to leave the
Dursleys' during summer break and travel to France for the wedding. So, Hagrid sent several pictures of the wedding and, while it wasn't quite as good as actually being there, Harry was glad that
Hagrid had found happiness nonetheless.

It was a very peaceful moment, until suddenly
the silence was broken as a very loud voice yelled from downstairs,
"BOY!! GET DOWN HERE!!"

Closing the photo
album, Harry jumped up from his chair and left the
room. Within moments he was downstairs in the kitchen.

"Clear the
dishes," said the same voice that had called him.

The voice belonged to
the large and bulky mass of a man that was Harry's uncle, Vernon
Dursley. Vernon, his wife Petunia, and their equally bulky son Dudley
were sitting at the dining room table, having just finished dinner. The
Dursleys hated having Harry in their home, so, over the past month or so,
they'd gotten into the habit of eating dinner without him. They would
then have him come downstairs, clear the table, wash the dishes, and
then he could eat the leftovers of the night's meal. Of course, that was
assuming there was anything left after Dudley finished eating.

Without saying a word
to the Dursleys, Harry began to clear the dishes as quickly as he could.
The Dursleys retreated to the living room to relax after dinner as Harry
began the task of washing the dishes. Half an hour later, Harry was
finished with the dishes, so he took the single dinner roll and the
single cold slice of roast beef that
was left from dinner and used it to make a small sandwich. It wasn't a very satisfying meal by any means, especially considering that he'd missed breakfast and lunch because he didn't finish his chores on time during the day, but Harry was used to not getting fed much by the Dursleys. Harry didn't starve to death, however, because his friend Ron's mother, Molly Weasley, was always sending packages of food along with the frequent letters that Ron and his brothers sent over the summer.

Harry was about to go
back upstairs when his Aunt Petunia called, "Boy, get in here!"

"Yes, Aunt
Petunia?" Harry asked as he walked into the living room, having
just finished his meager dinner.

Vernon answered
instead. "I got a raise at work and I'm taking the family on holiday to the south of France."

Harry knew that this
would likely not include him, and shortly thereafter that suspicion was
made quite clear when Dudley said, "You're not invited."

Harry was about to tell
his relatives to have fun, even though he was secretly wishing that
they'd all become shark food when their plane crashed into the sea,
when his pet snowy owl, Hedwig, came flying in through the open dining
room window and landed on his shoulder. As Harry took the letter from
Hedwig's leg, his uncle, acting as if he had not even seen the owl fly
into the room, said, "Of course, now the only question is what to do
with you? I don't want you and your unnaturalness alone in my
house."

Harry opened the letter
and read it before he said, "Problem solved."

"What was
that?" Aunt Petunia asked.

"I said 'problem
solved,'" Harry said as he held up the letter he just got. "My
friend Ron's mum and dad have invited me to spend the rest of the summer
with them."

Vernon snatched the
letter from Harry's hand, as if he didn't believe what Harry had said,
and after a moment he asked, "Weasley? Aren't they those people who
destroyed my fireplace two summers ago?"

"Yes, but..."

"Out of the
question. I don't want them in my house again!"

"They won't have to come
anywhere near the house," Harry said. "You'll notice that it mentions
a portkey at the bottom of the letter."

Vernon glanced quickly at the
bottom of the letter, before he asked, "What the hell is a portkey?"

"It's a magical
transportation device," Aunt Petunia answered before Harry could. After a
moment, she clamped her hand over her mouth when she realized what she had just
said and cast a terrified look at her husband.

This was the second time in his recent memory that Harry had heard
his Aunt Petunia volunteer information about the wizarding world. The
first time was last summer after the Dementor attack, when he was trying
to explain to his Uncle what Dementors were and Aunt Petunia said that
they guarded the wizard prison, Azkaban. Even now,
almost a year later, Harry still found it extremely odd that his Aunt knew that.
She had told him at the time that she'd overheard Harry's dad telling her sister
about it once, but Harry thought that his Aunt would have forgotten anything
that had to do with the wizarding world. After all, it had been over sixteen
years since she could have heard that word, and it was especially odd that she
would remember it, considering how much she loathed anything to do with Lily and
James Potter.

Vernon scowled at Petunia for a moment before he said, "I
thought you weren't allowed to do magic outside of school."

"I'm not," Harry
said. "Portkey doesn't count though, because I don't have to cast any form
of spell. I just have to touch it at the designated time tomorrow evening and
I'm off to the Weasley's house. You won't see me again until after school lets
out next summer."

"Well then, go pack that
trunk of yours, boy, and good riddance!" Vernon said as he threw the letter back at Harry.
Harry just smiled sweetly at his hated relatives before turning around and leaving the room.

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Sixteen-year-old Ryan Cromwell
was sitting in a chair in the living room of his grandmother's small cottage,
reading a large, leather-bound copy of 'Shakespeare's Complete Works'. Ryan was
born in Yorkshire, but for reasons that she never really explained to him, his
grandmother Lucinda packed him up and moved with him to Asheville, North
Carolina when he was ten. That was classic Lucinda Cromwell though, as she
oftentimes made decisions for other people and just expected them to go along
with it, with little to no explanation.

Some people would find that to
be extremely annoying, but few people question it, because while Lucinda was
nowhere near being the most powerful witch alive at the time, she was considered
by quite a few to be somewhere in the top twenty. She had also
gained lots of respect through her long and successful career as an Auror, and
her late husband, William Cromwell, had been a very generous philanthropist in
both the Wizarding and Muggle Worlds. After he died, she continued his
philanthropic pursuits, so most people tended to overlook her somewhat
overbearing personality because she obviously had a big heart and was always
willing to help those in need.

Ryan continued to read quietly,
rather engrossed in 'The Tempest,' when Frances Simmons, his grandmother's part-time
housekeeper, walked in and cleared her throat, causing Ryan to look up. Noticing
that Frances was wringing her hands and had a decidedly distressed look upon her
face, Ryan closed his book, stood up, and asked, "Is something wrong,
Frances?"

"Oh, Mr. Cromwell, sir, I am
so sorry!" Frances said as she started crying.

"I asked you to call me Ryan, remember?
Now, what's wrong?"

"I just came from your
grandmother's room," Frances replied through tears. "Oh Gods, I'm so
sorry!"

"Why? What's wrong with my
grandmother?"

"I'm afraid she's dead, sir,"
Frances said.

"D-dead?"
Ryan stuttered after a moment. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Ryan, I'm sure,"
Frances said. "I was going into the room to change the sheets, as she is
usually downstairs in her laboratory by now. When I went in I found her still in
bed. I thought it was rather odd, so I got a little closer and that's when I
realized that she wasn't breathing."

"Well, maybe she isn't dead
yet," Ryan said in a desperate tone of voice. "Call a healer
over here!"

"There's no need for that,
Ryan," Frances said. "My mother was a healer for over fifty years,
so she taught me everything she knew. I tried every spell I could think of, but
she didn't respond. It's too late, Ryan, I'm so sorry."

"Oh Gods, NO!"
Ryan exclaimed as he dashed from the living room and bolted up the stairs with
Frances following close behind. Arriving in Lucinda's bedroom, it was just as
Frances had said. Lucinda was lying on the bed, eyes closed, and as Ryan sat
down next to her and grabbed her hand, he realized that she was indeed dead, as
her hand was ice cold. Having always been very close to his grandmother, as she
was the only mother he'd ever known, he threw himself down on her chest and
began sobbing.

Frances looked on for a moment,
before coming over and gently rubbing her hand in circles over the young man's
back, trying her best to comfort him. Finally she asked, "Is there anything
I can do for you, Ryan?"

Sitting up and wiping his eyes on
the sleeve of his shirt, he looked up at Frances and said, "If you could
take care of packing my belongings, I'd be grateful. With Grandmother dead, I'll
have to move back to Yorkshire with my Uncle Charles."

"Of course, Ryan
dear," Frances said. "I shall miss you and again, I'm very sorry for
your loss."

"Thank you, Frances,"
Ryan said as he dried his eyes a second time while Frances turned and left the
room. Taking a deep breath, Ryan stood and walked over to the bedroom fireplace.
He grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the vase on the mantle, threw it into
the fireplace and said, "Cromwell Hall, Yorkshire," as he stuck his
head into the flames to inform his Uncle Charles of the bad news.

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Harry's Journal - August 7, 1996

Well, this is the first time
I've actually sat down to write in this thing. This journal was part of my joint
birthday present from Hermione and Ginny. Ginny didn't know what she should get
me for my birthday, so she pooled her money with Hermione and they bought me a
new eagle feather quill and a few jars of various colored inks. Hermione figured
that giving me just a quill and ink with nothing to use it with seemed odd, so
she then added this journal. Ginny was, for obvious reasons, rather leery about
giving me a diary, but after Hermione's assurance that it was totally mundane,
she relented.

I am so glad to be away from
the Dursleys, although I am a little mad that the portkey took me to Grimmauld
Place instead of the Burrow. It's hard to be back in this house now that Sirius
is dead. I suppose I should at least be thankful that Kreacher hasn't shown up,
because if I saw him right now, I'd get in big trouble. Not only for underage
wizardry away from school, but also for using an Unforgivable, because I think
I'd Avada Kedavra that wretched elf on sight. I know Hermione would frown upon
that, but he deserves it after his betrayal.

On a more pleasant note, Ron's,
Hermione's, and my OWL results arrived about a week ago, shortly after I arrived. We
all sat down in the sitting room and opened them together. Hermione, of course,
got O's in everything, although considering how much she studies, that really
doesn't surprise me.

Ron's results were also a
rather pleasant surprise, for both Hermione and I as well as him. I honestly
think he thought he'd done worse then he actually had. Ron managed to get three Outstanding OWLs
— in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Care of Magical Creatures. Mrs. Weasley
was very happy about that. He got three Exceeds Expectations — in Astronomy,
Transfiguration, and, believe it or not, Potions. I think not having Snape around
may have been a big help. Acceptable in History of Magic and Herbology, and a
Dreadful in Divination.

As for me, like Ron, I was
pretty surprised with my results. I'd expected to get an Outstanding in Defense,
but the rest of my results really shocked me. I have to thank Hermione profusely
I guess, because she's probably the reason that Ron and I didn't do as badly as
we'd expected. I expected the
Dreadful in Divinations, because, quite frankly, I hate that stupid class. I got
an Acceptable in Astronomy and History of Magic, which I'd say is pretty good,
especially in History considering I can never stay awake in Binns' class. I got an
Exceeds Expectations in Herbology and Transfiguration and Outstanding in Charms and Magical Creatures.
The really shocking grade though
— an OUTSTANDING in POTIONS!!! I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw it.
At first I was upset about that because it meant that I'd have to take Snape's
class again, but then I thought, 'Maybe I'll get extremely lucky and
Snape will be so shocked to see my name on his class register that he'll drop
dead and we'll get a new teacher.' Wishful thinking I know, and I should probably
cut him some slack because of the danger he puts himself in for the Order's
sake, but it's hard to put the way he's treated me for the last five years out of
my mind.
I can't wait for Hogwarts to
start. The couple of times that Dumbledore has been around he'd hinted that we
should expect a few surprises this year. I just hope they're the good kind of
surprises. Of course, going off to Hogwarts also means getting out of this
dreadful old house and away from the shrieking of Mrs. Black, who we still
haven't been able to silence. Her portrait is still stuck on the wall downstairs
and, try as everyone might, we can't find the necessary charm to remove it. I
guess they don't call it a permanent sticking charm for nothing.
Speaking of Mrs. Black, she's
just started screaming again, so I can't concentrate on writing anymore. I wish
that old hag would just shut up!!

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Sixteen-year-old Draco Malfoy
emerged from his morning shower, and after drying his hair and wiping the
excess water off of his skin, he wrapped the towel around his waist and
went into his room to get dressed for the day. Having celebrated his
sixteenth birthday only two days prior, Draco just couldn't help but
think of his mixed feelings in terms of his next birthday. On one hand,
he was happy that he was only a year away from his age of majority, which meant that he'd finally be able to do magic whenever he wanted without having to
worry about the underage restrictions along with learning how to Apparate and
the like. On the other hand, though, he also dreaded his seventeenth
birthday because he knew that his father would very likely invite the
last person in the world that Draco would want attending his birthday
party.

If he told anyone that, they'd
probably assume that he was talking about his arch-nemesis, Harry
Potter. The truth of the matter was, however, that the last person that
Draco would want at his birthday party was his father's master, Lord
Voldemort. He never told his father, because he knew that his father
would kill him for such a betrayal, but Draco made up his mind a long,
long time ago that he was not going to follow Voldemort. Over the years,
his father had done everything he could to convince Draco that it was his duty to follow Voldemort; that he would be betraying the honor of the Malfoy family if he didn't follow Voldemort. Lucius had even gone so
far as using the Imperius and Cruciatus curses on Draco several times in
order to convince him that Voldemort was the best thing to happen to the
wizarding world and was it's only hope for survival.

Trying to convince Draco that he
had to follow Voldemort wasn't the only reason that Lucius used the
Cruciatus on his son, but it was definitely one of the main reasons.
Draco has always allowed his father to believe that he had every
intention of giving his loyalty to the Dark Lord and willingly accepting
his Mark. It was for that reason that Voldemort was the absolute last
person that Draco wanted attending his seventeenth birthday party,
because he knew that Voldemort's 'birthday present' for Draco would be
his Dark Mark. Draco wanted absolutely nothing to do with Voldemort, and that's why he feared the arrival of his seventeenth birthday. He'd always been told that Voldemort only gives his Mark to those people who agree
to follow him of their own free will, but Draco couldn't help but think that somehow his father would see to it that Draco was Marked no matter what.

This birthday, however, had been
by far the best he could remember in a while. His father was out of town for an extended business trip, so his mother decided to take him on a
two-week vacation to Martinique. From what Narcissa had told him, Draco knew
that her parents had gone to Martinique on their honeymoon and had then
taken her along with them when they went back for a second honeymoon
several years later. Narcissa loved it so much that she decided it was a
place that she absolutely had to share with her beloved son. Spending
quality time with his mother was definitely enjoyable, but what really
made Draco happy about the trip was that Lucius was not around to place
him under the Cruciatus Curse.

Narcissa and Draco left on their
little vacation a week before his birthday, so after spending the last
nine days relaxing on a tropical beach, Draco's normally deathly pale
skin did get a bit more color to it. He was still pretty pale after
spending most of his childhood indoors, but it was certainly an
improvement. Narcissa told him that he looked much better now and she was quite happy that he didn't resemble a walking corpse anymore. Draco
laughed at that and had to agree.
Draco had always enjoyed spending time alone with his mother, because when he was alone with her, he didn't have to put on the act that he put on in front of everyone else, especially his father. Lucius was insistent that
Draco not show his emotions, saying that showing one's emotions was a sign of weakness and that Malfoys, especially Malfoy men, must never,
ever be weak. If Draco showed emotion in front of Lucius, he'd be liable
to be placed under the Cruciatus Curse for several minutes as punishment. With
Narcissa, however, it was totally different, because she encouraged her son
to show emotion and to not be the stuck-up spoiled brat that her husband tried to make him.
She
fully understood that Draco must act a certain way in public, even if
Lucius isn't around, in case word were to get back to him somehow, but
when it was just the two of them, she encouraged Draco to be his true self
and not hide behind the cold and unfeeling mask that his father had
always insisted upon.
Draco
had just finished getting dressed when there was a knock on his door and
the kindly voice of Narcissa Malfoy asked, "Draco, darling, are you
awake?"
"Yes,
mother," Draco said as he opened the door and smiled at her.
"An
owl just arrived for you, dear," Narcissa said. "Judging by
the seal on the back, I'm pretty sure it's your OWL results."
Draco
took the envelope from his mother and, after breaking the seal, he removed the
parchment from inside, scanned over it, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's wrong,
Draco?"
"Well, I got O's in
everything," Draco said. "Now I don't have to worry about father
killing me."
"You never would have had
to worry in the first place, my darling," Narcissa said as she pulled
Draco into a hug. "I would never allow him to kill you. Congratulations
though on your OWL results. You do your former Ravenclaw mother proud." After a minute longer, Narcissa ended the hug and smiled at her son before asking, "How about we go swimming for a little while before breakfast?"
"Sounds great," Draco
said with a smile.
"Okay, just change into
your suit then and meet me out on the beach in ten minutes?"
"Okay," Draco said as his mother flashed him a smile and left the room.

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