Inheritance Test
It had been a couple months since Lyra started to stay with her grandfather. The portraits had been giving her lessons, on etiquette and basic knowledge. She's also been put on a regiment of absolutely awful nutrient potion by Andromeda, “call me aunt Andi”. She's very funny, so Lyra is forgiving her for now.
“Good morning grandfather,” Lyra chriped.
“You really need to start sleeping in your own bed,” he told her as she hung off of him like a limpet. It wasn't happening anytime soon until they broke Sirius out of jail or found Remus. She had several years of cuddles to catch up on. “We'll be going to Gringotts today, to get your Inheritance Test, then we'll be meeting a friend of mine, he has a grandson your age. He'll be your dance partner for your lessons.”
“Okay!” She ran off to her bedroom to get changed. A positive side effect of the nutrient potions means she's starting to get more baby fat, and her magic is growing, which means that looks are changing more often. Dorea, granny Dodo, thinks that it was slower before on account of being overworked and underfed. She's more used to her face changing now, she always keeps her mother's eyes thankfully. Her scar has also migrated down to be on the hairline on the back of her neck. Today her hair was more like the black of the teenage Sirius's, but she sported the many freckles of a redhead.
She put it in half up half down style and put on a dark blue dress with tiny silver constellations embroidered on it that had humongous sleeves that were fun to flap about. She then ran downstairs for her breakfast. Her stomach had gotten bigger after a few months of being consistently fed which means more food at meals and less snacks throughout the day.
They left shortly after her grandfather finished breakfast, she had scarfed her food down and went to bully the portraits, mainly Phineas Nigellus, as she learned the portrait who told her she didn't need to be nice to Kreacher was.
Gringotts was more golden and marble then even the movies had her think. It was like a shiny beacon in Diagon Alley. Arcturus held her hand the whole way cane in his other. When they finally got to the lobby the skipped the lines entirely and her grandfather exchanged a few words with a goblin before they took them to an office. There was a lovely battle axe behind it, shortly after a goblin came in.
“Hello, Lord Black, Miss Black,” the account manager greeted, “Your here to get Miss Black's Inheritance Test done correct?”
“Correct, Garlast,” her grandfather said. The goblin took out a steel blade and had her prick her finger and drop seven drops of blood, for each year of life, into a potion vial. He then brushed onto a piece of parchment with runes drawn into it. It bloomed out and it read
Henrietta Lyra Lillian Potter-Black
Titles:
Savior of Wizarding Britain
Hattie Potter The-Girl-Who-Lived
Lady Potter
The Smallest Star
Parents
James Fleamont Potter (Sire) 1960-1981
Lily Jane Potter née Evans (Dame) 1960-1981
Sirius Orion Black (Blood Adoption Rit.) 1960-
Remus John Lupin (Blood Adoption Rit.) 1960-
Godparents -
Alice Colette Longbottom 1959-
Sirius Orion Black 1960-
Magical Inheritance
Seer (Sire)
Parseltongue (Dame)
Metamorphmagus (BAR)
And on it went. Holy shit, was Lyra in some type of shitty fanfiction? “Why do I have so many random vaults?”
“From my understanding Lady Potter, after the war many magicians donated their vaults to you as they no longer had any heirs.”
That's fucked up, “Is it possible to pay for an audit of them all?”
Garlast smiled with all his teeth. They were there for a couple more hours. Her grandfather sent her to James and Lily's Personal Vaults, he had private business to conduct with Garlast.
In her mum's vault was an old trunk, labeled Lily Evans. Opening it up revealed an old and worn Gryffindor quidditch sweater with the name Potter on the back, a silk bag with tarot cards, letters addressed to her from multiple people, a couple of diaries, a photo album, old dresses and scarves, a couple of stuffed animals in the shape of a orange cat, stag, wolf and black dog. Most important a jewelry box, and bottles of cologne and perfume. When Lyra smells them memories rush forth. She puts it all back in the trunk and brings it eyes still glistening and red.
They went to a street that is an offshoot of Diagon Alley, called Horionzt Alley, they made their way to a little fine dining place and were led to their reserved table.
Arcturus took Lyra's cloak and put it on the back of her chair as she refused to give it up for check in.
“Lord Black,” A man who looked nearly as old as her grandfather greeted. Next to him was a boy with hair that looked light brown at first glance but was a really dark blond. The way his dark eyes looked around kind of reminded her of the wildness of a rabbit.
“Lord Nott,” her grandfather said to him. Cantankerus Nott her mind supplies, from both her History and Etiquette lessons. “This is my great granddaughter, the Smallest Star, lady Lyra Black.”
“Well met lady Lyra,” he pauses for her to reply with a well met of her own before turning to the boy, “This is my grandson, Heir Theodore Nott Jr.”
An exchange of greeting takes place before they sit down, and soon lunch is eaten, before Lyra and Theodore are taken to the foyer of Number 12. Where dance lessons take place. It's a bit awkward but Lyra thinks by the end of it her and Theodore “call me Theo” will be great friends. After they get waved off and their ‘dance lesson’ is planned, although Lyra suspects it closer to a playdate.
“So, is he that Cantankerus Nott then?”
“You don't mince words much, poppet,” her grandfather says instead of an answer. “Sometimes in the wisdom of our age we regret the follies of our youth.”
“Don't get all philosophical on me now you old fart!” She says instead of poking that with a stick. “I'm going to go look through my mother's trunk again.”