Hidden Island

Of Wards and Wills

DISCLAIMER – Harry Potter and its affiliates are the sole property of JK Rowling. The only thing that is mine is the plot and names that you may be unfamiliar with.

DISCLAIMER – This story will mention slash, but I am not one that likes to go into detail with my subjects. Therefore you may not see anything more than a kiss on the cheek, lips, or things like that. I will NOT go into detail about sexual exploits. This is a fan fiction story NOT porno.

DISCLAIMER – I am not foolish enough to think that I will please everyone with this story. Human nature dictates that not everyone agrees with everyone else. Therefore, if this story is not for you, I thank you anyway for at least giving it a chance. I do ask that if this story is NOT for you that you do not badger me to change it and just move on to a story that is more your style and tastes.

DISCLAIMER – Neither Harry nor Oliver are creatures in this fic. The term "life mate" is a term that gay couples use for one another in a public sense. In the USA most states still do not allow us to get married. Therefore, when dealing with people who don't tolerate the lifestyle the term life mate if often used rather than husband or wife. I hope this clears up the confusion.

Chapter 2 – Of Wards and Wills

"Apparently Harry has set it in his mind that he is never coming back here," he informed them with a smug smile on his face. "Therefore, the wards that have been protecting this family have fallen. You will begin to pack and immediately vacate the premises. If the Dark Lord finds you here, he will not be as merciful as we have been. I would expect that if he finds you at all, that he will torture you at worst and kill you at best. You have brought this upon yourselves. We did warn you that you were not to disturb or try to harm Harry in any way shape or form. You really should have read the letter that I placed with Harry the night we left him here. It would have made your lives so much easier if you had."

He stood to leave and before he could get very far, a crack could be heard and the Dark Lord appeared in the middle of the room. He looked around and spotted Dumbledore and pulled out his wand.

"Dumbledore," he hissed. "Here to protect your golden boy and his pathetic muggle relatives?"

"Actually no," said Dumbledore to the surprise of everyone present. "Harry has left here on his own accord. After everything that these three have done to Harry, I am no longer interested in protecting them. I am not going to step in your way in the slightest. All I ask is that you do not damage the actual property as it does belong to a kind young man that is not interested in the war."

"What are you talking about Dumbledore?" asked Voldemort looking at the old wizard with something akin to surprise. "Why would you not want to protect his relatives? Also why doesn't he want to be a part of the war?"

"You and I may have different views on life, Tom," said Dumbledore picking his words carefully. "I think the one thing that we both agree on is that Wizarding children are special and should NOT be abused in any way. These three people have been abusing Harry Potter emotionally, physically, mentally, and financially since the day you killed his parents. Even someone like you can see and remember how that feels."

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore in shock for a moment before he collected himself. Dumbledore looked at the other wizard for a moment before he continued to answer the questions asked of him.

"Harry has only ever wanted to be a normal child," said Dumbledore. "I have made mistakes where he is concerned. You have as well, as you acted without hearing the entire prophecy. All he wants is to be left alone and to be out of the war. He has no interest in either you or I, and I doubt he ever will. All he wants is a chance to live and love."

"So what you are saying is that he wants to let you and I battle it out and has no intention of taking a side in this," summarized Voldemort. "Why should I believe you old man?"

"Take a look around Tom," said Dumbledore waving his hand. "Does it look to you like Harry has had a happy childhood here? His bedroom until he was eleven was the cupboard under the stairs. If you go to the second floor you will be able to tell immediately which room belongs to Harry. When you possessed Harry for those few brief moments in the Ministry, what did you feel? What did you see? I am sure that what you saw in those brief moments will clarify what I am telling you. This war is between you and me. Let's leave him out of it. By Harry proclaiming that he was never coming back here has allowed you entrance to the premises. With me not lifting my wand to you, ought to tell you that I am telling you the truth of the matter even if you don't trust me on anything else in life."

"What about these three disgusting people?" Voldemort asked after a few moments. "Are you saying that I can do what I want to these people?"

"As I have stated," said Dumbledore as he started to head to the door to leave. "All I ask is that you leave this house in one piece. If you will excuse me, I have a very hurt young man that I have to tend to. Goodbye Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley. I very much doubt that anyone will ever see you alive again after today. The one thing that he and I both agree on is that child abuse is a serious offense in the wizarding world. I shall not miss you and I seriously doubt that Harry will either."

With that, Dumbledore turned on the spot and apparated out of the house. Voldemort looked at the three cowering people before him. He entered the minds of all three and when he left, even he was angered by the treatment that was heaped on a boy that didn't even know his own heritage until he first stepped into Diagon Alley on his eleventh birthday.

"As a general rule all muggles disgust me," said Voldemort as Nagini slithered around. "After entering your minds, I have a better understanding of the child. You are even more despicable than the muggles that I usually torture and kill. This house doesn't even belong to you and yet you use it as a way to punish one of the wizarding world's most prominent members. We are going to have a lot of fun with you. You will beg me to kill you. I will eventually do so, but not before all three of you suffer for what you have done. I have my problems with Potter, but you have gone too far. We shall see how you like done to you what you have done to him."

With that, he cast a spell on all three Dursleys. He walked to the cupboard and looked inside. Dumbledore was correct in that the bed that Harry slept on all those years was still there and the stale odor of urine and such was still present. He went upstairs and immediately saw the door with all the locks on it and knew immediately that this room was for Potter. When he got back downstairs, he stood in front of the Dursleys and sent a summons for some of his most trusted Death Eaters. When they arrived, he sat comfortably in a chair and made introductions.

"This is Bellatrix Lestrange," Voldemort said pointing at her. "She is a faithful Death Eater who is skilled in many different forms of torture. This is her husband Rudolphus who specializes in many different Dark Curses. Severus Snape is an accomplished Potions Master. They are here to assist me with a little project concerning the three of you. When we are done with you, I will make sure that it is known what I have done to you and why I did what I did."

The three Death Eaters looked at Voldemort with a bit of confusion. Voldemort looked at each of them and gave them the answer to the questions showing on their faces.

"We have here before me Harry Potter's muggle relatives," he told them. "Each of them will be tortured, tested upon, and many other things before they die. Trust me when I say that it will be the most horrific things that we can come up with. I want them to suffer greatly for crimes against the wizarding world."

"My Lord," said Severus speaking carefully. "I am familiar with these three muggles having grown up not far from the female. How did you manage to get passed the blood wards protecting this place?"

"That is a good question Severus," said Voldemort while stroking Nagini's head. "It is one that I take delight in answering. You see, I felt the wards fall. I was intent on capturing Harry Potter and bringing him to an area where I could make his life miserable before I ended it once and for all. However, as I entered, I spotted before me these three muggles and Albus Dumbledore. To say that it was surprising would be putting it mildly as the saying goes. Dumbledore was already giving these three pathetic excuses for humanity an earful when I entered."

Bellatrix hissed in anger, but Voldemort raised a hand to stall her. She quieted down immediately and waited for more information.

"The old fool was NOT here to save these three wretched muggles," said Voldemort with a sneer on his face. "No he wasn't at all. He actually passed on some valuable information to me. You see, Harry Potter no longer calls this place home and has left."

"Thus the wards coming down," said Severus in understanding. "That doesn't explain what Dumbledore has to do with this."

"Patience Severus," said Voldemort sharply. "Lest you forget to whom you are speaking. I will explain. You see, Dumbledore mentioned that these three filthy muggles have been abusing the boy since the day he was brought here. They locked him in the cupboard under the stairs for days with nothing to eat or drink and no light. They have abused him mentally, physically, emotionally, and financially. Think of it as they have been getting paid to abuse the boy. I have entered their minds and have seen it all. Five thousand pounds a month was given for his care that he never received."

The three Death Eaters all stood there in shock. None was more surprised than Severus. He finally understood why Harry was the way he was.

"A knut for your thoughts Severus," mused the Dark Lord watching the emotions flittering across the face of the normally stoic man. "You seem to understand something."

"I must say that it doesn't surprise me to hear this," admitted Severus. "Petunia has always been jealous of her sister. It doesn't surprise me that she took it out on her nephew. Now I understand why Potter acts the way he does. It makes perfect sense. He is more than likely malnourished and very weak from the abuse. Add in years of name calling and physical abuse and you have a very tired young man that just doesn't care about much of anything anymore."

"Dumbledore only had one request when it came to these three," said the Dark Lord in glee. "He only asked that the house remain in tact as it belongs to Potter. He also said he would not stand in the way of what we want to do with them. He even left before I called you here without even raising his wand to me."

The three looked surprised at that information. They examined the trio before them. None of the Dursleys could do anything thanks to the spell that was upon them.

"Feel free to examine the living conditions of Harry Potter," said Voldemort waving his hand. "Draw your attention to the cupboard under the stairs, and the smallest bedroom on the second floor."

The three went around looking in disgust at the house. When they came to the cupboard they started to understand what the Dark Lord was saying. When they got to the second floor Bellatrix could not contain herself any longer.

"They treated Potter like an animal," she said shocked by what she saw. "Not only is there no physical evidence that he even lived here, but there are locks on his door and the cupboard. There are bars on the window. They didn't love him or take care of him. They knew he couldn't use magic to defend himself or he would get into trouble with the Ministry of Magic."

"Beaten, starved, and stolen from," said Severus in disgust. "No wonder Potter looks like death warmed over all the time. No wonder he is the smallest of his year mates. Everything makes perfect sense now."

They entered back into the drawing room where Voldemort still sat.

"What would you like for us to do?" asked Severus. "After viewing all of this, I am more than willing to do whatever you wish me to do to these disgusting people."

"Take them back to headquarters," said Voldemort. "While we have no love for Potter, I can't help but want to take out some revenge on his behalf for what he has gone through. Dumbledore mentioned that Potter doesn't want any part of this war. He even asked to keep it between him and me. I think I will grant that request. The boy has obviously suffered enough. Severus, make sure he is left alone at Hogwarts or I will be most displeased."

Severus nodded his head in understanding before he grabbed Dudley and apparated away with him. Bellatrix and Rudolphus grabbed the other two and did the same. Voldemort cast a few charms on the house to keep it safe before he left as well.

Back at Grimmauld Place, Harry was pacing at a furious rate. He wanted to kick, scream, and throw himself on the floor in a fit. Kreacher came in and started muttering about his behavior. Before he could say anything to the old elf, Dobby started to beat him to within an inch of his life.

"You will not disrespect Harry Potter," said Dobby angrily. "He is a good wizard and you is going to leave him be or I is going to make you."

Arthur and Remus rushed in and pulled the two combatants apart. Harry stood there for a moment in shock before he burst out laughing. The sight of the two small elves beating on each other made him laugh until his sides hurt. Remus and Arthur were looking at Harry in confusion until Harry sat down and just chuckled from time to time.

When he was finished with his laugh, he turned to the other two men.

"Draco needs help,' he stated calmly. "I would like to send word to Oliver as to where I am. If we can help Draco, I would like to. His letter was nothing to be worried about. It was a simple plea for help. I want to give it to him. We have others that we need to help as well. I want to make certain that some people are protected from Voldemort AND Dumbledore."

"Harry," began Remus. "I am sure that Professor Dumbledore is doing all that he is able, to assist you. Day after tomorrow we hear what Sirius has to say in his will. From there, we can make a better decision and maybe see what we can do to protect those you care about the most. Why don't we write to Oliver and let him know that he can come here."

Harry sat down and wrote a letter to his lover. When he was done, he sent it off with Dobby with instructions to bring Oliver here if he wanted to come. It was not long after that, that Harry was enveloped into the arms of his mate.

"I was very worried about you," said Oliver kissing him on the neck. "Word has it that the Ministry wants to give you an award for the capture of many Death Eaters. We will get through all of this. I am here now and I have asked Dobby to go and pack all of my belongings for me."

Harry smiled in relief. If Oliver said that things would be ok, then he was not going to say otherwise. Harry enjoyed being around the man he was so fond of. He was interested in similar things to the slightly older man. They loved quidditch and both loved flying. Both were highly intelligent and both had an undying devotion to the other. Harry always enjoyed thinking about the times that he walked hand in hand with Oliver around the school or the times that the two would sit together at the end of Harry's third year and kiss.

Two days later saw a somber group at Gringotts. Harry took a deep breath and then entered the establishment. He was immediately met by Griphook.

"Lord Potter," he said formerly. "Welcome to Gringotts."

"Hello Griphook," said Harry to the surprise of the goblins listening to the conversation. "It is a pleasure to see you again. I certainly hope that your gold has been flowing over."

"You are an amazing wizard, Lord Potter," said Griphook with pride in his voice. "Not only have you remembered my name, but you have given a perfect goblin greeting. Not many are that interested in the protocol that surrounds our two races."

"Well," said Harry with a slight smile. "I have never been normal. My whole life has been one trial after another. Sometimes I wonder how it is that I haven't gone insane with everything that has been thrown at me, or all of the burdens that have been placed upon my shoulders."

"Well," said Griphook leading the group to the meeting room. "Something tells me that times are going to change for you Lord Potter. I have a feeling that things will get a whole lot easier for you in the near future."

Harry shook the goblin's hand and then taking the hand of his mate, he entered the room. Seated already were Andromeda, Dora, Ted, Draco, Narcissa, Molly, Fred, George, Hermione, Neville, and Luna along with their parents or guardians. Harry smiled at everyone and then he took a seat. Oliver sat on one side of him and Remus sat on the other. Arthur and Albus also took seats near him.

"My name is Ragnok," said the other goblin in the room. "We are here today to hear the will of Sirius Orion Black. You are also here to witness the reading of the wills of James and Lily Potter. All we ask is that you remain calm and quiet. There are things in these wills that may or may not upset you. It is our job to make sure that each and every one of you present is here for the support of Lord Potter."

"Why would we need to be here for the reading of the Potter wills?" asked Narcissa. "That has absolutely nothing to do with us."

"Can you not show a little support for others who may need or want the advice of one such as yourself?" asked Albus sharply. "You are a mother, Narcissa. While you and Harry have different views on life, he will need the support of those that have parental actions about them."

Narcissa wisely didn't respond to that statement. She knew that deep down inside he had a very good point. She may have different views to blood supremacy, but she was a mother and she loved her son. She knew that Harry didn't have the same privileges that Draco did.

Griphook took out a globe and placed it on the desk. He hit the appropriate runes, and an image of Sirius rose up and began to speak.

I, Sirius Orion Black, being of sound mind and body, do bequeath the following:

To Remus John Lupin, I leave five hundred thousand galleons. Please buy yourself some new clothes with this money. Also I leave to you the flat in Hogsmeade. Use it how you wish. You now have a place that you can call home.

To Andromeda Tonks, I hereby leave you with five hundred thousand galleons. I also hereby reinstate you to the Black family tree. You should never have been disowned in the first place. This will include your daughter Nymphadora. While I can not do anything about your husband, I can assure your places.

To Draco Malfoy and his mother Narcissa, I leave you two hundred thousand galleons each. I may not approve of your actions, but you are still family.

To Bellatrix Lestrange, I hereby annul your marriage to Rudolphus. I also hereby withdraw your dowry from the former marriage. I will take it one step further. You are also hereby dismissed from the Black Family tree. May you rot in hell for your actions!

To Fred and George Weasley, I leave you each fifty thousand galleons and the books in my vault on the different pranks we played on people throughout our years at Hogwarts. It is time to add your knowledge to that of the Marauders and show the world how to laugh.

To Arthur and Molly Weasley, I leave you with one hundred thousand galleons in hopes that you use it to improve your status in life. Now that most of your children are grown and have lives of their own, I hope that the two of you can ensure that you live comfortably for the rest of your lives. Thank you for acting like surrogate parents to Harry since you have known him.

To Hermione Granger, I leave fifty books from the Black family library. These books must be approved by Albus Dumbledore as I don't want you to get hurt by anything that could be dark and dangerous in that house. I also leave you ten thousand galleons. Thank you for being such a loyal and good friend to Harry.

To Albus Dumbledore, I leave two hundred thousand galleons to assist you in the war effort against Voldemort. I hope it helps.

To Oliver Wood, I leave you two hundred thousand galleons. I well remember the day that Harry told me that you said you loved him. You made his whole world better and for that there are not enough thanks.

To Harry James Potter, I leave the rest of my vast fortune. Trust me when I say that what I have given the others will not make a scratch in what still sits in those vaults. I also leave you with every other property that I own. This part is the most important to you. I also hereby emancipate you. You will no longer need to live by anyone else's rules ever again. You are to be named my heir and successor as Head of the Black family. The magic will take effect if you place the Head of House ring on your finger. Unfortunately for you kid, that means that you inherit Kreacher as well. One last thing that I want to tell you is, that the night that James and Lily died, I did a Blood adoption Ritual before Hagrid showed up. I did it so that if something ever happened to me that you could inherit the title of Head of House as my son rather than be fought for by others. I am sorry that I never told you. I was going to, but things happened that caused me to not be able to tell you.

I hope that I have made each of you happier with the knowledge that I did things for a reason. I was never the Potter's secret keeper and I hope that someday the real keeper is caught. With that being said, this hereby concludes my last will and testament.

The image of Sirius faded from view. The others all looked at each other for a few moments before anyone even thought about saying anything.

"Those of you that are named in the will have had their inheritance already placed in their vaults," said Ragnok. "In the case of Miss Granger, Albus Dumbledore will take you one day when it is convenient for both of you to receive your inheritance. Mr. Malfoy, your inheritance is now in your trust vault as it is the only vault that is solely yours."

From there, Griphook handed the Black family ring to Harry. Harry tentatively took it. After studying it for a moment, he silently slipped it on his finger. The ring glowed silver for a few moments and then shrunk to fit his finger.

"Congratulations, Lord Black," said Albus with a smile. "Welcome to the ranks of nobility."

Many of the others all congratulated Harry on his status change within the Wizarding World. Harry looked sadly at everyone for a moment before he sighed and lowered his head.

"I would much rather, have Sirius back," he said softly. "I loved him like I would have my father had he lived. I appreciate the fact that he left me all of this, but it can never replace him."

Oddly enough, it was Narcissa that spoke to Harry. She walked over to him and took his hand into hers as she looked into his green eyes that were filled with tears.

"I would say that I would agree with you," said Narcissa in a kind voice. "Sirius was never one to just sit back and not get into things. He knew what he was doing when he went after my sister. He died so that you can live. Please don't let what happened stop you from continuing to be the best that you can be. He loved you more than life itself. I know this, because he and I talked a few days before he died. He would do anything and everything to make sure that you are taken care of. He died how he wanted to die. He died in battle rather than in Azkaban or cooped up in that house that he owned and hated so very much."

"Thank you," said Harry. "I need to talk with you and Draco when we are done here if you have a few moments to spare for me."

"I would be honored to speak to you," said Narcissa kindly. "You are the Head of my family now. We shall talk after we hear what your parents have to say."

Harry took a steadying breath. Oliver and Remus were both holding on to him as he got his emotions under control. When he was steady again, he nodded to Griphook who took out a second globe and activated it. The image of Lily Potter came up and out of the globe.

I, Lily Potter nee Evans, being of sound mind and body bequeath the following upon my death:

To Remus John Lupin, I leave ten thousand galleons. Take care of yourself Moony. Know that we loved you very much.

To Neville Franklin Longbottom, I leave ten thousand galleons. I loved you as much as I loved my own son. I was very happy when Alice asked me to be your godmother. I am sorry that I didn't get to know you better.

To the person that has my son's heart, I leave you with the box that is in my personal vault that has the image of a Lily on it. Inside you will find something that will make you understand why we did what we did and were the way we were. Also enclosed is a ring that will adjust accordingly for you. Take it as a token of my appreciation and thanks for loving my greatest treasure.

To Sirius Black, I am not going to leave you anything as you are either in jail or have been killed right along side of us due to going after the real traitor. In the event that this didn't happen, I ask that you make sure that Harry doesn't go to Petunia. She will hate him and I know that she will not take care of him.

To my son, I leave you with everything else that I own. It isn't as much as what your father owns, but it will be enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life. Make sure that Vernon is dismissed from Grunnings when you reach your age of majority. I tried to do something nice for my family and now it is too late to change what I have set up. So, when you become a legal adult, I want you to take control of that company. You also have other accounts in the muggle world that are set up for you. Ask the goblins to make sure that you get all of your accounts whether magical or non magical.

With that, the image of Lily faded and Harry sat there with a musing look on his face. Those that knew him well knew that he was thinking something that was going to have an effect on the lives of people. However, he didn't say anything and waved to Griphook to let the goblin know that it was alright to proceed with the will of his father. Griphook nodded in understanding and activated the orb that contained the will of James.

I, James Harrison Potter, being of sound mind and body, bequeath the following in the event of my death:

To Remus Lupin, I leave five hundred thousand galleons. I also want you to know that we switched Secret Keepers. Peter is the Secret Keeper. If we are dead, it is because of him and not Sirius. We apologize to you for thinking that you were the spy.

To Luna Mia Lovegood, I leave three hundred thousand galleons. I was pleased when Xeno and Mia asked me to be your godfather. I am sorry that I never got to see you grow up.

To Albus Dumbledore, I leave five hundred thousand galleons. I hope that this helps with the war effort.

To my son and greatest treasure that I have ever acquired, I leave you everything else that I own. Trust me when I say that I loved you more than my own life. We did what we did to make sure that your life was well looked after. If we had the choice and chance to do it all over again, we would repeat our actions. Your life means more to us than our own.

To Ragnok and Griphook of the goblin nation: I have one last request of you my old friends. Please make sure that you do a blood heritage test upon my son. If things have fallen like I think they have, then he has won some family names by Right of Conquest. The magic will always know. I also found some interesting things in mine and Lily's genealogy, but I could never prove it. Albus, I am asking you as the Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump, to give them the full backing of the Wizengamot and ICW.

With that the image of James Potter faded from view. Griphook cleared his throat before he began with his explanation.

"I am sure that you are wondering why Sirius Black was not mentioned in the wills of the Potters more than he was," he said. "It is plain that they thought he was next to be targeted. It would have been foolish for them to leave him anything when his fortune was almost as large as theirs. Having known Sirius, he would not have taken it anyway."

No one said anything. Many were watching Harry with concern in their eyes. He was sitting there pale, but collected. Every now and then he would look at Albus with hope in his eyes before the look of betrayal surfaced again and he looked down.

"Harry," said Albus softly. "If I had known what was in the wills of your parents, I would NEVER have placed you there. I did what I thought was best at the time. Even someone like me makes mistakes from time to time. Please forgive me this error. I was wrong and I promise to do whatever it takes to make it right again."

Harry looked at the old man and slowly nodded his head. Everyone that was holding their breaths released them in relief. They watched as Griphook handed Harry the ring that would mark him as Head of House of the Potter line. Harry studied the ring for a moment before he slipped it on his finger. They had the satisfaction of watching it glow and adjust to fit his finger.

"Griphook and Ragnok," stated Harry looking at the two goblins with respect. "Is it possible to get on with the desires and wishes that I have? I would like to stay in the safety and comfort of this room if at all possible until all of us get everything taken care of."

"Your wish is granted," stated Ragnok kindly. "You didn't even have to ask. We are all here to assist you. Let's get your heritage test done and we can handle any and all business. Are all of you willing to stay, or do some of you wish to leave?"

No one moved. All were interested in seeing what would happen next.

"Very well then," stated Griphook. "First and foremost I think everyone in this room should make a vow that what is seen and heard will go no further than this room unless they have full permission from Lord Potter-Black to repeat what is seen."

Albus, Remus, Oliver, Hermione, and the Weasleys all took out their wands and immediately gave their vow. Andromeda and the Tonks family thought about it for a moment, but then did the same. Neville and Luna both had their wands out and were waiting for permission from their guardians to do the vow. When it was given, both teens and their guardians made the vow. When it was done, everyone looked at Narcissa and Draco. Both looked back with concern for a moment until they saw the pleading look on Harry's face. Narcissa didn't hesitate after that and gave her oath as did Draco.

"Very well," said Ragnok placing a magical sheet of parchment on the desk when the oaths were all made and recorded. "All we need from Lord Potter-Black is seven drops of blood to fall on this sheet of parchment. From there, the magic will tell us what families you are the Head of House for."

Griphook handed Harry a dagger that was made out of gold that had unusual runes on it. He made a cut on his palm and let the required drops of blood fall onto the parchment. Narcissa quickly waved her wand over Harry's cut and it healed instantly. Meanwhile, Ragnok was waving his hand over the parchment and chanting in his native tongue. When he was done, the names appeared on the sheet of parchment.

Head of House status for Harry James Potter:

Potter Family – Patriarchal

Peverell – Patriarchal

Gryffindor – Patriarchal

Evans – Matriarchal

Hufflepuff – Matriarchal

Black – Inheritance by Blood Adoption

Slytherin – Right of Conquest

Lestrange – Right of Conquest

Malfoy – Right of Conquest (for father and son)

To say that this was a surprise was astonishing to everyone present.

AUTHOR'S NOTE – Ah this would be one of my famous cliffhangers. I thought this was a great place to stop this chapter. It also gives me a beginning point for the next one.

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