We are all here for te reading of Lord Charlus Potter
James Potter sat at the front of a room waiting to hear his late father’s will and testament. The reading wasn’t being held at the Goblin Bank Gringotts, but in the office of Hercule Poriot, the executor of his fathers will. His father had apparently not trusted anybody else to be executor of the will. But it didn’t matter thought James, his was his parents only son and heir after all! No matter what his father the pompous twit had promised and said, James knew that he would be Lord Potter.
Sitting by his side was his lovely muggle born wife Lilly Potter nee Evans, she clutched his hand tightly giving her support. She was sniffling under her black veil, the woman who he had managed to win from his rival and smarmy snake Snivellus. On his other side was his mentor and unofficial father Brittan’s Chief Warlock and ICW Chief Warlock Albus Dumbledore, the man who had guided him from when he first met him as a Gryffindor first year boy. Also in the room was the Potter representative and Goblin Account manager from Gringotts bank. His friends were also in attendance silently giving their support to him. They were all just waiting for his widowed mother for the reading to start, when the office door opened and the detective rose from his desk to greet his estranged mother. The door opened and Hercues Poirot rose to greet his mother that the secretary was showing in.
The man stood up and walked to the door and slightly bowed and greeted his mother and SNIVELLUS What in merlin’s name was that poor smarmy snake doing at his father’s will reading! Everybody looked stunned when the silly little self important man showed his mother and Snivellus to the front of the room. James suddenly found himself being moved to the side of the room and his mother and Snivellus taking his place as Heir Lord Potter.
The little self important man cleared his throat to get everybody from talking about the disgraceful behaviour towards him and his wife. Out the corner of his eye he saw a green beetle with round markings surrounding it’s eyes land on a mundane plant, suddenly the plants leaf’s shut tight. The venous fly trap was in it’s element, it wasn’t very often that it got to indulge and have its preferable meal of insects!
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Private Detective Hercules Poriot sat at his desk and looked out to his audience for the late Lord Charlus James Potter will reading. He knew what was in the will would rock not only two families here, but most of the British wizarding world. Hercule Poriot now only took cases or investigation that interested him now. The only exception to his rule was for his friend Chief Detective inspector Japp of the Metropolitan Police. The late Lord Charlus Potter had employed him around two years ago with the blessing and advice of his wife Lady Potter. Now the reckoning for his son James Potter was now upon the young man before him.
Hercule cleared his throat to get everybody’s attention in the room, when all eyes and ears were upon him he started the reading of the will. James with everybody else in the room listened bored to the small man, as expected James inherited all of his fathers wealth. When James sighed in relief, his father had not found a way after all to stop him from becoming the new Lord Potter. He was in the middle of being congratulated on being the New Lord Potter, and Albus Dumbledore had started to advise James on what he needed to do to aid the war against Voldemort when Hercule cleared his voice again to gain people attention again and then continued “As stated in the late Lord Potter’s will all of his personal belongings and wealth, exception being off course the bequest left to his beloved widow. The late lord Potter left the Potter lordship and inheritance to ......” and before Hercule Poriot could finish James had stood up and was shouting at the diminutive man about what rubbish was he saying, after all his father had been the last Lord Potter so the Potter Lordship was his.
Hercule Poriot smiled and shook his head, James mother just turned to look at her waste and bully of a son and interrupted Hercule Poriot by saying to him