A/N: Okay, Rising chapter one, but I really want to finish RiderotPhoenix.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and co. They belong to J.K. Rowling and the many (?) publishing companies scattered throughout the world. I am merely doing this for my own enjoyment and am not making money off this.

Warnings: Er, slash, slight language, maybe sexual situations

WARNINGS: Albus Dumbledore, Molly Weasley, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Hermione Granger bashing. Don't like, don't read

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July 3, 1996

Mr. Harry James Potter:

Your presence has been required at the will-reading of Sirius Orion Black. The reading will take place on the 31st of July, 1996, promptly at noon, and held at Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Diagon Alley.

Gringotts' Department of Wills and Lost Vaults

(Gringotts Emblem)

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Harry smiled sadly at the letter from Gringotts. Just as he expected, the letter from Gringotts came to inform him of Sirius' will, just as the man had told him a few weeks before his death. It was followed almost immediately by another letter, unsurprisingly from Dumbledore, warning him that it was too dangerous to leave Privet Drive.

Harry scowled darkly at the pile of ash that once was the friendly-like order from the Headmaster. Wandless, wordless magic, Harry had found out, was extremely useful. It was easier to control his growing magical supply, (ever since he entered the first stage of majority), and it was undetectable by the Ministry of Magic, unless his emotions got out of control. Even then, he would've been free of any charges because it would've been labeled accidental magic.

Hedwig, his ever faithful snow white owl, hooted in an annoyed manner, bringing her the boy's, (for he was just a boy), attention. Harry smiled at his companion, knowing that she was just as unhappy with Dumbledore as he was.

"You want to go hunting, Hedwig?" Harry asked as he ducked under the bed to pull out his completed homework he had hidden underneath a loose floorboard.

Hedwig hooted, almost in annoyance, in response. Harry smiled and reached out to pet his owl. "Don't worry, girl. I'll still be here when you come back."

Hedwig eyed him, concerned. After a while, with soft words of persuasion from Harry, she ruffled her feathers and took off through the window.

Harry watched as his owl flew away, fading into the horizon. The sun was rising, and he had at least four hours before the Dursleys woke up. It was a Sunday, and they always woke up later then usual. Smiling, he wordlessly opened the locked door, and quietly crept down the stairs, making his way to the cupboard where his trunk and wand were kept.

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When the Dursleys woke, Harry was already putting the finishing touches to their breakfast. Eggs, bacons, and other various other delicious foods were arranged neatly on the clean, white plates. Out of the few things they appreciated about Harry was his ability to cook like a chef. When it comes to the kitchen, Harry was a perfectionist. That, however, did not mean he ate whatever foods he cooked. One or two small meals a day was sufficient for him. A self-destroying habit he cannot seem to get out of, which annoyed Hedwig, Dobby, and the other House-elves at Hogwarts.

Smiling slightly and nodding in greeting, Harry poured coffee, water, and orange juice for Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley, respectively. Keeping quiet was something else they appreciated. They were, however, still miffed about facing those freaks at the stations last June and ignored him, (much to the relief of Harry).

Sighing slightly, he made his way up to his room, noting that the Dursleys started talking only after he left their presence. Opening the door to his room, he saw Hedwig, and although he was delighted to see his friend returned, he frowned at the thought that she might not be getting out as much as she should.

Hedwig hooted softly in light admonition. You did not eat? She seemed to ask.

Harry smiled slightly and shook is head. "I wasn't hungry that much."

Hedwig's chest pumped out as she hooted indignantly, still softly, wary of what the nasty relatives would do to her master if they heard her.

Harry's small smile grew as he ran a finger down Hedwig's wing. "Thanks for worrying, girl. I'm not hungry. I'll try to get something to eat when I am."

Hedwig seemed to frown when she caught him say 'try'.

Harry laughed; amused at the attention she was giving him. "Relax, girl, I promise to eat later. You're not my mother, you know."

Hedwig hooted angrily. Harry smiled, his emerald eyes glittering. He walked over to his bed and flopped upon it, turning around and lifting his weight to lean on his elbows.

Staring at the ceiling, he outlined his plan to Hedwig, who was listening attentively. "We'll go to Diagon Alley tomorrow, since the Dursleys are going away. That gives us little more then three weeks until the will-reading."

Hedwig hooted softly in agreement and Harry turned his attention to look over the books he took from his trunk which he safely took from the cupboard, along with his wand.

Humming a familiar, yet unknown, song, he contently read for the rest of the day, forgetting his promise to Hedwig to eat.

It wasn't, after all, the first time Harry Potter went one without a meal.

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Harry took a deep breath of the fresh air as he stepped out of the Knight Bus. Smiling, he tugged the gray baseball cap downward, covering his scar. He had only temporarily removed his glasses, to make sure no one would recognize him. Although his sight was a bit fuzzy, without his glasses, there was a remarkable difference between 'Harry Potter' and just a normal green-eyed muggleborn. He planned on to find someone who could magically heal his eyes. Hopefully, someone in Diagon Alley and not in Knockturn Alley.

Harry entered the Leaky Cauldron, confident that no one would recognize him. He was right; several people glanced in his direction, but no one outwardly stared at him, except one or two of the more paranoid customers. Passing Tom (who was glaring suspiciously at him), with a polite bow of the head, he walked up to the brick wall behind the inn. After tapping a brick three times, he entered Diagon Alley.

The first stop he went to was Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Inside, he purchased a black cloak, with a hood. Smiling, he thanked Madam Malkin and left the shop after paying.

Secondly, he went to Gringotts. Pulling up the hood, he walked pass the guards, paused slightly at the warning sign thoughtfully, then went to the nearest, not busy, goblin.

As Harry walked up to the desk, he got a clearer look at the goblin's face. Suddenly he remembered where he had seen the familiar goblin before. It was Griphook! The goblin he had met the very first time he visited Gringotts.

Smiling brightly, he gained the goblin's attention. "Long time no see, Mr. Griphook!"

Griphook, who was surprised that a mere human could tell the difference between one goblin from another, nodded his head. "What do you want?"

Harry looked around before leaning closer. "I'm Harry Potter," he whispered.

The goblin raised an eyebrow and dropped the quill he was working with. "And? What would Mr. Potter want?"

Harry smiled. "I would like to see my vault before attending the will-reading of my godfather."

Griphook nodded and stood. He called for a replacement goblin and appeared in front of Harry. "Follow me, please, Mr. Potter. I'm assuming you don't want anyone to know you're here?"

"Yes," Harry replied, seriously.

Griphook nodded and lead Harry through one of the many passageways that made up the wizarding bank.

Harry stared, fascinated with the writings and drawings that described the various important events in the goblin history. A particular saying, written in Gobbledegook, the goblin language, was familiar to him.

"'Ishim des vladiv raknam eterut' or 'Gold will forever hold its power'. Amazing," Harry whispered, as he stopped below the golden writing.

Griphook smiled slightly, surprised. "You can read our language, Mr. Potter? Only few wizards can, these days."

Harry shook his head. "I only recognize several of your more important phrases. This one," Harry pointed at the one he just read, "Was the last teaching Gringott gave, am I correct?"

Griphook smiled for real this time, thrilled at the knowledge the boy might hold. "Yes, my great-Grandfather Gringott always loved to give misleading phrases. This was his last and most famous. If you have the chance, Mr. Potter, learn the language. It will help you sometime in the future."

Harry smiled back. "I was planning on doing that. So far, I have a beginner's book and this saying was on the first page. I always remembered it."

Griphook chuckled as they started walking once again. "Was it written by Disgaes?"

Harry was taken aback. "Yes, it was. How'd you know?"

"She's my sister. She always starts with great-Grandfather's Gold is Power teaching. It was her favorite when she was younger."

Griphook and Harry stopped in front of a tall steel door, completely inscribed with Gobbledegook. Reaching with a long finger, the goblin stroked the words closest to his reach.

Slowly, but surely, the inscriptions glowed, gaining speed after each letter. As soon as all the words were glowing, the door groaned open.

Griphook held open the door and nodded for Harry to enter. Harry did so and, after following, Griphook closed the door. Automatic wards, spells, and charms were put up, ensuring the safety of the things discussed in the room.

Harry sat down on the comfortable chair on one end of a circular table in the middle of the almost empty room. Griphook sat opposite of him and started.

"Well, Mr. Potter, anything discussed in this room will be protected. I will not be able to say, hint, or think about anything we do here, unless you wish it. Furthermore, no person with any amount of power will be able to extract the information out of my mind, or yours. This includes the current Minister of Magic, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, and even Lord Voldemort himself."

If Harry was surprised at the name, he did not show it. He had long since known that goblins were very clever creatures. They believed what they believed and nothing like the fake Daily Prophet steered them away.

"Please state exactly what you wish to do," Griphook politely ordered, "It's so that we can officially and legally do what you want to do."

Harry nodded. Clearing his throat, he announced carefully, "I wish to view the content of the Potter vault, view all properties I might own, and view my rights as a wizard." After a moment's thought and hesitation, he added, "Also, I wish to view all of the above with any other vaults I may own or will inherit in the future."

Griphook was not surprised at the commands. Magically, scrolls and bowls containing silver liquids appeared on the table. Quickly, he started business.

Picking up a scroll, he placed it in front of the boy. "Please state your name clearly and without ill intent."

Glancing up for a second to stare at the goblin for the weird order, he clearly said, "Harry James Potter."

Slowly, cursive writing appeared on the parchment.

Harry James Potter
Son of James Potter and Lily Evans

Heir to the Potter Family, Vault 687

Heir to the Cain Family, Vault 324

Heir to the Gryffindor Line, Vault 023

Magical Heir to the Black Family, Vault 711

Magical Heir to the Slytherin Line, Vault 024

Ravenclaw Line, Vault 021

Hufflepuff Line, Vault 022

Srevit min elrun shin velvitret.

Harry stared wide eyed at the parchment. Griphook stared too.

Dryly, he stated, "Congratulations, Mr. Potter. You have just become our wealthiest client." He pointed at the Gobbledegook writing. "This, of course, means you will have special privileges."

Harry nodded. His mind was numb. He had no idea of all these vaults. Suddenly, a thought came up. "I want to know who has access to all and any of my vaults."

Griphook raised an eyebrow and handed over another scroll. Once again, cursive writing slowly formed words.

Potter Vault (687):

Harry James Potter
Albus Dumbledore
Molly Weasley

Cain Vault (324):

Harry James Potter
Jason Michael Dulcis

Gryffindor Vault (023):

Harry James Potter

Current Headmaster of Hogwarts

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Black Vault (711):

(Have yet to be confirmed, current Black Head deceased, will-reading on July, 31, 1996)

Slytherin Vault (024):

Harry James Potter

Current Headmaster of Hogwarts
Tom Marvolo Riddle

Ravenclaw Vault (021):

Harry James Potter
Current Headmaster of Hogwarts

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Hufflepuff Vault (022):

Harry James Potter
Current Headmaster of Hogwarts

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Em

Harry was angry. It took moments to calm himself enough to talk with shouting brashly. "Why do the Headmaster and Molly Weasley have access to my vaults? I do have a right to know, correct?"

Griphook nodded, concerned for the boy. "You have not gotten any Gringotts notices concerning your vaults, Mr. Potter?"

Harry shook his head a negative.

Griphook frowned. "All clients receive a monthly report on their vaults."

Harry gritted his teeth. "The old bastard must be screening the mail I don't get from Hedwig."

Griphook's frown deepened. "All mail that has been not been accepted by you, Mr. Potter, are immediately stored in Gringotts for safekeeping until you ask for them. None of them are mail from Gringotts."

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. "Some of my mail's here?"

Griphook smiled slightly. "Currently, it takes up three medium sized vaults, excluding any harmful mail and any sorts of food." Then he frowned, "No one has told you about it?"

Harry nodded his head angrily. "No," he said, "It seems Professor Dumbledore has been keeping very important details away from me."

Griphook's face darkened. "It is illegal and dishonorable to do what he has done, Mr. Potter. I assure you, the goblins will not stand to such injustice as keeping important information away from a client."

Harry smiled softly. "Thank you, Griphook."

Griphook returned the smile and picked up another scroll. Instead of giving it to Harry, he held it up and read. "

"Albus Dumbledore is your one-sided magical guardian. If you wish, you can break the contract and find a replacement guardian," Griphook said, looking at Harry over his thin glasses, "I assume you didn't know that?"

Harry shook his head. "Assume that I don't know anything, Mr. Griphook, and explain everything to me."

The goblin nodded an affirmative and continued on. "He has access to your vault because he is your guardian, but you have the right to take away the access from him. He is using it to fund something."

'The Order of the Phoenix,' Harry's mind supplied.

"He withdraws, on average, 493 Galleons, 129 Sickles, and 373 Knuts each year," Griphook said in disgust, seeing the angry look on the boy's face. "Money from your vault is being transferred to the Weasley Vault every month, a solid 200 Galleons each. Mrs. Weasley also can access your vault in times of an emergency and has done so forty-two times for the past five years, taking, on average, 100 Galleons each time. You may also take away the access from her. The transfer, however, was started by Mr. Dumbledore, so if you remove him, the transfer will also be null and void."

Harry gritted his teeth and shook his head. 'Is he paying the Weasleys to be my friends? Please, anything but that.'

"Albus Dumbledore, because he is the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, has access to all vaults of the four Founders. Money is transferred from all four vaults to the Hogwarts vault ever month, solid 3,000 Galleons each. However, because you are the rightful heir to Gryffindor and Slytherin, you can take away free access and lower the transfer to minimum 1,000 a month. I'll inform you right now that Headmaster Dumbledore has not taken money from the Slytherin vault besides the transfers."

Harry smirked. 'Typical Gryffindor.'

"You only have access to the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff vaults because you are the heir to the other two founders' vaults. They made it so the heirs have access to each other's vaults. Mr. Riddle, for example, also has access to all four Founders' vaults, but chooses not to use them much. No one can take that right away from you, not even the Headmaster.

"Through your mother, you have gained the title of Cain Head. Jason Michael Dulcis is your only living relative on your mother's side, the only wizard, and also has access, which he uses frequently. Albus Dumbledore is trying to gain access to the Cain Vault, but so far has been unsuccessful.

"The Black Family Vault has yet to be decided until the will-reading taking place later this month, which I will also present. You have been officially titled the Magical Head of the Black Family by the preceding, one Sirius Orion Black, already.

"Is there anymore questions?"

Harry shook his head. Instead he said, "Can I take away access to the Potter Vault, the Gryffindor Vault, and the Slytherin Vault from Albus Dumbledore?"

Griphook nodded, took an empty scroll and wrote something down. Magically, a short stack of papers appeared before Harry.

"You will need to fill it out. All Gringotts mail pertaining to vault information should be delivered directly to you. Just let out your owl once a month and I'm sure she can deliver the message to you. I will personally give the mail to your owl."

Harry nodded. "Thank you. Also, Albus Dumbledore will never be allowed to access the Cain Vault."

Griphook nodded, scribbled something down, and another small stack of paper appeared next to the other.

"How about the Weasleys, Mr. Potter?"

Harry sighed. "First, I'll see why exactly they have access. I'm guessing that Dumbledore gave them the access?"

Griphook nodded.

"Then I'll find out what it's for. If I don't like it, I'll strip the access."

Griphook nodded in agreement. "It's the best thing to do, young Mr. Potter.

Harry sighed; suddenly feeling tired, but kept going. "Can I view my properties and rights?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter." The goblin handed Harry yet another scroll and writing began appearing.

Properties under Mr. Harry James Potter:

Potter Manor, surrounding 1 mile of land, 2/5 of Crystal Forest, location unknown

Potter Vacation House, Paris
Potter Vacation Manor II, New Zealand
Potter Vacation Manor III, Italy

Potter Cottage, location unknown

Cain Castle, surrounding 2 miles of land, ¾ of Alpha Forest, location unknown

Jupiter Manor, surrounding 1 mile of land, location unknown

Cain Vacation Castle, New Zealand, specific location unknown
Cain Vacation House, France

Cain Vacation House, Bulgaria

Cain Vacation House II, Spain
Cain Cottage, surrounding ½ mile of land, Ireland Occupied

Gryffindor Castle, surrounding 3 miles of land, the whole of Lion's Den Forest, location unknown

Land of Godric's Hollow

Gryffindor Cottage, Ireland

Phoenix Forest

Black Manor, surrounding ½ mile of land, location unknown

Number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London, specific location unknown

Black Vacation House, location unknown
Black Vacation House II, Jewel Island

Black Vacation House III, location unknown

Slytherin Castle, surrounding 3 miles of land, ¾ of Viper Forest, location unknown

Slytherin Castle II, Ireland, specific location unknown

Chamber of Secrets, Hogwarts specific location unknown

Ravenclaw Cottage, London, specific location unknown

Ravenclaw's Nest, location unknown

Hufflepuff Cottage, Ireland, specific location unknown

Hufflepuff's Hole, location unknown

Em

Harry let out a low whistle as he read the list. "Can I access the ones where the locations are unknown?"

Griphook nodded. "Yes, only the heirs or rightful owners can actually step onto the land, and then they can invite people."

Harry sighed. "It's a lot of land."

Griphook nodded and chuckled. "Now, let's go onto your rights." Another scroll appeared and Griphook read it out loud. "Until your coming of age, in this case seventeen, you are not allowed to use magic. You are not allowed to access the Cain and Black vaults until you turn sixteen. You cannot access the Founders' vaults until you reach your majority, which you already have, haven't you, Mr. Potter?

Harry nodded.

"All properties cannot be actually used until you turn eighteen or you have liberated yourself from your magical guardian before you reach seventeen."

A stretched out pause fell upon them.

After a while, Harry opened his mouth. "Can I have liberation?"

Griphook chuckled. "I thought you'd never ask."

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Harry look up at the ceiling of the room he was currently staying in, in the Leaky Cauldron.

Slowly, he brought up his hands, and his rings glinted as it caught the light.

After his liberation, (which was done quite quickly then he expected), he earned all rights as Head to all the families he was heirs before, besides Slytherin.

The process of getting the rings was quite unusual, but Harry was quite fascinated with it. It involved the bowls of silver liquid.

The Potter ring was on his left index finger, fitted to be comfortable and magically charmed to not get in the way with anything he was doing. It was light, despite the gems on it, and he could barely feel it. It was also charmed not to fall off, or get lost.

It was a gold band, with a ruby as the main gem. It glittered and inside it, Harry could see a roaring lion, with two broad swords crossing in front of it, as if warding it back. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Topaz gems and amethysts were arranged nicely around it, giving the effect that they were dancing under the light.

Next was the Gryffindor ring, which was fit onto his right index finger. It was quite similar to the Potter's in color, but quite exotic in its own way.

The band was also gold, with specks of silver. The ruby in the middle was surrounded by emeralds. The insignia inside the ruby was most curious. There was a lion, that's for sure; it was calmly sitting on its hind legs. What was curious was what was around its neck. It was, almost invisible, a sliver and green snake that was so detailed you could see the scales. Its head rested upon the space between the lion's large ears, on top of its head. Its red eyes glittered and it seemed content, almost happy, as was the lion.

On the finger opposite of his wedding finger, (on his right hand), was the Cain Family ring. It was an unusual assortment of precious stones, including: diamonds, emeralds, lapis lazuli, topazes, opals, rubies, and colorful amethysts. The unusual amethyst was the center stone, with the raven-like insignia in it. The bird held an arrow in his beak and a Japanese katana in its claws.

On his left middle finger was the last ring; the Black family ring. The band was sliver, and the gem was a black stone. Engraved in it was the Black insignia, which was, amazingly, a standing Grim with a silver snake coiled around its body. Two swords, intertwined with vines lay at the feet of the dog, forming a wide 'V'. All in all, it was very beautiful.

Sighing, he turned over, said goodnight to Hedwig, and went to sleep, ready for the next day.

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On the day of the will-reading, he woke up a bit later then his usual nine. Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he walked to the bathroom to take care of his necessities. After that, he walked downstairs to the main inn room, making sure his cap and hood was securely fit on his head.

To his surprise, he found the Weasley Family and Hermione sitting a huge table. Not the whole Weasley Family was there, he quickly realized. Bill, Charlie, and Percy weren't, and soon after, Fred and George left, claiming to have to look over their shop. Now, as Harry looked closer, he could see the carefully hidden disgust the twins showed toward their family.

Curious, Harry crept closer.

"Mr. Cain!"

Harry straightened up and turned around. Tom the bartender was waving happily at him. "Would you like some breakfast?"

Harry shook his head. "Just some water please, Tom."

Tom nodded and magically, a glass of water on top of an empty table. "There you go, kid! Are you going out to Diagon Alley again?"

Harry nodded, keeping his head down as he felt the curious gaze from Hermione and Ginny.

After visiting Gringotts two weeks ago, and successfully repairing his eyes, he used the name 'Letifer Mortifer-Cain' to check into the Leaky Cauldron. It was amusing to see Tom's shocked face, as his alias was made up of random Latin words meaning death.

The twins managed to escape their mother and the Weasleys and Hermione started talking. After a while, Arthur left. That was when the conversation turned interesting.

Harry listened and with each word, his heart fell and his eyes shimmered with rage.

Molly Weasley was the initiator. "I cannot believe the Brat-Who-Lived took my children to the Ministry of Magic last June! You could've died! But no! He had to save that good for nothing Death Eater Black."

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I know, Mum!" Ron groaned. "I mean, seriously, he's just an attention seeking bugger!"

Molly didn't even scold Ron for his crude language. Instead she continued, "I know that boy had to do something in reviving You-Know-Who! He's probably killed that poor, nice boy Cedric Diggory himself!"

Harry winced. That hurt, a lot. The first because it was true and the second because he indirectly killed Cedric.

Hermione and Ginny nodded in agreement. "I mean, he suddenly got so smart last year and he stopped asking me for help!" Hermione complained, "He got praises from the teachers and he did it with absolutely no studying! I bet that Black taught his illegal Dark curses and stuff. Maybe that werewolf Lupin helped too! You know werewolves are Dark creatures! Everyone knows! But Professor Dumbledore is so kind! Lupin probably owes him a Life Debt! I read about those, you know-"

"We know, Mione," Ron snapped, "He keeps getting all the attention and praise and we- what do we get? Nothing! Absolutely, bloody nothing!"

Hermione nodded.

Ginny gave in her two-cents. "I can't believe I had a crush on him! He's so ugly in the first place! Who would want him? I really can't believe I liked him!"

Molly shook her head sympathetically. "It's not your fault, Ginny-dear. The boy's been leading you on; he's been leading everyone on!"

"Thanks mum," Ginny muttered.

Harry's self-confidence was crushed. He was heartbroken. His first and only friends had just abandoned him. Growing angry, he wiped the tears from his eyes, while the Weasleys continued on. He needed to know. He won't be blinded anymore.

"I can't believe Black invited us to hear his will," Ginny said, "He's a rich pureblood, right? I bet he's giving us a lot of money! He thinks we're Harry's friends, right?"

Molly sighed. "I hope he gives us some. It's the least he could do, after taking care of his godson."

"Hey, mum," Ron said, "Isn't Dumbledore paying us to be friends with Harry?"

Molly brightened up. "Yes! Each month, he even takes the money from the brat's vault!"

Hermione's eyes widened, "I should ask Professor Dumbledore to pay me too! It's not like I have to be Harry's friend or anything."

Molly nodded, patting the girl on the shoulder. "That's right girl, I'm sure the Headmaster would love to pay you. After all, he isn't losing any money is he?"

Harry stood up calmly and walked away, leaving the still talking Weasleys and Granger behind.

Green eyes blazed underneath his hood, almost glowing in anger.

The only ones to see it were a small group of people dressed in black.

- - - - - - - - - -

Although Harry was the first to leave Leaky Cauldron, he was the last to arrive at the meeting.

Nodding to Griphook who smiled back, he shut the door. They were in the same room he was in his first meeting with Griphook, who became his closest goblin friend, after which followed Ragnok, the manager, and several other goblins.

Harry felt the wards, charms, and spells erect up behind him.

Looking around, he saw all the people he expected to see. As the Black Head, he asked, and was given; a list of the people required and invited to come. Everyone was here, he could see.

(A/N: Italics below are the flashback of the list)

'Presences required by Sirius Orion Black listed on February 20, 1996:

Lupin, Remus John

Potter, Harry James

Snape, Severus

Tonks, Andromeda Black'

Remus, Snape, and Andromeda Black Tonks were there. Remus and Andromeda were quietly conversing and Snape glared at him suspiciously.

'Presences invited by Sirius Orion Black listed on February 20, 1996:

Dumbledore, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian

Granger, Hermione

Moody, Alastor

Tonks, Nymphadora

Weasley, Arthur, and wife

Weasley, Fred

Weasley, George

Weasley, Ginerva Molly

Weasley, Ronald Bilius'

Dumbledore was frowning at him, no doubt wondering who he was. The Weasleys, besides the twins, and Hermione were huddled around him, although slightly behind him, signifying him as the leader. Fred and George were separated from the group, looking curiously at him, with Moody, who was also glaring suspiciously at him. Pink-bubblegum-hair Tonks was with her mother, trying hard not to squirm in the uncomfortable seat.

'Presences required as the Black Family Head as of June 6, 1980:

-Black, Andromeda- (disowned)

-Black, Regulus- (deceased)

-Lestrange, Bellatrix Black and husband- (fugitives)

Malfoy, Draco Abraxas

Malfoy, Narcissa Black and husband'

Three figures, dressed in black with hoods were in one corner, glancing at him. They must be the Malfoys. He smirked.

He walked over to the only chair left, the one directly in front of Griphook's desk (the round table was removed). The chair was significantly more comfortable then the other chairs, he noticed. He almost laughed at the gaping look Dumbledore was giving him. No doubt he tried to sit their, but got shocked because his magical signature was not the same to the one keyed in to the chair. (All the chairs were magically keyed so that only one specific person was allowed to sit there, Griphook explained before. If someone else sat in a chair meant for someone else, they would get a nasty shock.)

Griphook stared at him and Harry nodded, signaling the beginning of the meeting.

Clearing his throat, the goblin began. "Since everyone is present, let us begin the meeting concerning the will of Sirius Orion Black."

He gestured to two goblins behind him. Everyone but Harry, the three Malfoys, Remus, Andromeda, and Moody were shocked at the appearance of the new goblins. They had not noticed them before.

"Anything discussed in this room will be protected. My fellow goblins and I will not be able to say, hint, or think about anything we do here. No one here will be able to repeat anything that has nothing to do with them to anyone outside this room unless the current Head of the Black Family allows it. Furthermore, no person with any amount of power will be able to extract the information out of my mind, or yours. This includes the current Minister of Magic."

Griphook peered at the humans over his glasses and pointed nose in an intimidating manner. Harry bit back a laugh and Griphook and the two other goblins, Axering and Hookwim (two of Harry's goblin friends) smiled at him knowingly. "Any questions?"

Harry smiled, still trying not to laugh. He loved his goblin friends.

Tonks raised her hand like a school child.

"Yes?" Griphook drawled.

"Ehm, isn't Harry supposed to be here? Ron and Hermione are, so shouldn't Harry be here?" Several heads nodded in agreement to the question.

Dumbledore frowned. "Harry is under the protection of his relatives. It would have been too dangerous for him to be here. He has agreed to it as well."

Harry lightly snorted, catching the attention of Remus, with his excellent hearing. 'I did no such thing!'

Remus stared curiously at the newcomer, before turning his attention to the professor and frowned.

Dumbledore sighed. "It seems Harry is also aware of the dangers of being out right now. Especially since what happened at the ministry…"

This time Harry, Snape, Moody, and one of the Malfoys (most likely who?) snorted as one.

Dumbledore frowned disapprovingly while the three who snorted looked at the fourth one, who had his face in his palm, silently shaking with suppressed laughter. The stranger didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon so Dumbledore continued on. "If you will please continue…"

Griphook sighed; he had been close to laughing too. So were the two rookies behind him. "Ahem, the will be given in the magical way number 6, chosen by Sirius Black." Hookwim stepped forward and placed a large mirror on the desk, propped up by a stand. "Sirius Black himself will read his will through this mirror he set up in February."

The clear mirror, previously showing the occupants of the room, turned foggy, swirling with silver mist. Soon, a dark figure of a man walked toward them. It walked until it reached the mirror surface. It reached forward and a hand was placed on the other side of the mirror. Several of the occupants of the room gasped as the hand led to the body of Sirius Black.

"Padfoot…?"

The Sirius Black look alike, trapped in the mirror, looked back and forth. "Okay…this is weird… Er, one of the goblins told me to walk through a mirror and keep walking until I reach something, then state my will. I guess this is it?

"Okay, well, hey, everybody! If you're watching this, it means that I'm dead right? Please tell me I was killed doing something heroic and life-sacrificing!" The reflection-Sirius turned his head and cupped his ear, as if waiting for an answer.

Harry smiled and softy said, "Yeah, you were saving me…"

Sirius abruptly turned and smiled brightly, startling the people. "So, I guess save Harry, didn't I?"

Harry was staring in disbelief. 'Was he…?

"Well, I don't know for sure, but I have a feeling that I would only let myself die only to save Harry's or Moony's life. So, am I right?" Instead of waiting for an answer this time, he continued on. This time he turned serious (excuse the obvious pun) and his normal joking eyes turned caring. "If I did save you guys, and I'm almost sure I saved Harry's, don't blame yourself. Prongslet, I love you, and I would gladly give up my life for you." He reached out and pressed his palm against the mirror. Harry mirrored it with his own, surprising the ones who saw the motion.

"You're just like James you know? Your, looks used to be, I mean. But I can see you changing. And I love you. Oh, so, much. I love you so very much that it breaks my heart every time I see you leave or cry. So, don't blame yourself, Prongslet. My wish was to die for you, and if I managed that, then I am the luckiest man on Earth."

Harry watched on with tears in his eyes.

"I wish you two thousand times the amount of happiness you have now…"

"Oh, Siri…" Remus whispered.

Sirius closed his eyes, letting several tears fall. "The only regret would be that I would never be able to see you again."

Harry was trying so hard to keep the tears in, but they were falling, gently and beautifully. Tonks and Remus, both, who knew who he was just by their hearts, wrapped an arm around him, giving him comfort.

The will not the cry, the strong walls he built around his mind to keep the pain away. They crumbled. They were big and strong, yet they were so easily destroyed. Sobbing silently he buried his head into the Remus' neck.

The others watched as they saw the hood and cap fall back to reveal a young boy, crying in grief for the one he loved so much. Dumbledore was shocked, then angry. Andromeda, Moody, Arthur, Fred and George looked on sympathetically. Snape and the Malfoys were looking at him something akin to pity and understanding. The rest of the Weasleys and Hermione were looking on with disgust and annoyance, but they hid it well.

Harry and the reflection-Sirius dried their tears and shared an indirect shaky smile with each other.

Smiling sheepishly, Sirius rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry, I lost control of my emotions back there. Sorry, Prongslet, sorry, everyone.

"So, down to business! First of all, I'm admitting Andromeda and Nymphadora Tonks back into the Black Family, if you wish, of course!"

Andromeda smiled softly and nodded in thanks.

"Also, for compensation, I'll give them 3 million Galleons."

Tonks gasped.

"Welcome to the Black Family!"

Harry smiled. He was planning on doing it anyway.

"To Remus Lupin, aka Moony, I'll give you 3,500,500 Galleons! So buy yourself a new pair of robes, eh, Moony?"

Remus gaped in shock. Harry smiled and patted the werewolf lightly on the arm.

"Oh and Moony," Sirius' eyes grew kind and serious again (ack! Another one!), "I love you, my best friend. You are the last of the true Marauders. Live up to the reputation, live happily. You are the kindest man I have ever come across, and I love you to bits and pieces."

Moony laughed, tears building up and falling. He took comfort in Harry's hug.

"I'm sure Harry will get annoyed, but take care of the little Prongslet, Moony. He will be you're everything. Almost at least, when are you getting together with Snape?" Sirius winked, suggestively.

Remus turned red and buried his head in the laughing Harry's shoulders, playfully slapping him. Snap glared darkly as his best friend and godson started staring at him, playfully. (It was carefully hidden behind levels of glares, of course, but Snape could easily read pass them.)

Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Molly looked with barely concealed disgust.

"Okay, who's next on the list? Oh, right, Severus Snape." Sirius smiled gently, his eyes turning guilty. "First off, I'm sorry. I know it doesn't fix the things James and I did to you, but I want you to know that I regret my actions back at Hogwarts. Merlin, I was such an arse back then! Anyways, I'm really sorry, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. Just don't let what James and I did to you affect whatever relationship you and Remus might have. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I got in the way between Remus and someone who has the potential to make him happier then he ever was."

Snape stared in shock as Harry and Remus stared in awe. Even Dumbledore was shocked.

"I want him happy, Snape, and you can do it. However, if you ever hurt him, I swear I'll come back as a ghost as haunt you with your past!" Sirius' eyes darkened and Snape nodded quickly, for the first time truly afraid of Black and forgetting that he couldn't see him.

Sirius smiled. "Well, enough said! I'll give you 1,000 Galleons so you could shower Remus with gifts of love!"

Snape and Remus turned red. "Oh, Siri…" Remus whispered, mortified at his friend's straightforwardness.

"Next is Moody. Yo, Moody!" Sirius smiled brightly, "As my former Auror instructor who turned me into an awesome Auror, I give you my Chocolate Frog cards collection!" Sirius was still smiling.

There was moment's pause before Harry and Remus started laughing. Moody chuckled along with them. "Idiot," he murmured fondly, "Getting yourself killed…"

"Aw, Moody, you know you always wanted them! Funny, though, I have every card except for Albus…Maybe I'll get lucky next time…"

Moody shook his head. Even though Sirius was his favorite student, he was an idiot.

"Let's see, the Malfoys are next. Lucius, Draco, and Narcissa Malfoy! I hereby disown you!"

A pause…

"Just kidding! Just kidding, 'Cissa! Sorry, sorry! I just wished I could've done that face to face! I give you every single Black house and manor that is not owned by the Black Family Head. There should ne…um…three of them? You'd like that, won't you 'Cissa? You never knew, did you? That I liked you after Andromeda? I still hate Bella though, nasty little brat, she is."

Harry's eyes narrowed as Sirius mentioned Bellatrix. Narcissa, a pretty blond woman smiled lightly at her cousin. Lucius and Draco just looked shock.

"I knew," she quietly replied.

"For your family, I'll give you 200,000 Galleons. You don't need anymore because you're bloody rich."

Narcissa and Andromeda smiled sadly. They would miss their eccentric cousin.

"To Fred and George Weasley, I give you 1,000 Galleons for your joke shop," he winked, "If you create another Marauders Map and present it to Harry and Remus who will judge if it's authentic enough, I'll give you another thousand."

Molly Weasley gasped out loud and the twins stood up straight, saluting in the military style. They had tears in their eyes.

"It has been very honorable," Fred said.

"To work with a legendary Marauder," George continued.

"We will treasure all your tips"

"And continue the honor in your name"

"To the strongest of Marauder."

"Padfoot, the Great."

"And we will always look after your 'Prongslet' forever and ever," they both completed.

Sirius smiled, knowing what they were saying to some extent and saluted back. If the Weasley twins weren't presented, he would've looked very foolish.

The twins sat back down, holding each other's hand, in honor of the death of a fellow prankster.

Sirius eyes closed for a while before opening. "To Harry Potter, Prongslet."

Sirius' eyes seemed to glow.

"I give you my name.

"I give you my love.

"And I give you my heart.

"It's all I could give you that means a lot to me. Money, power, we don't care about that, do we, Prongslet? Nope, we don't, but you can have them anyway.

"Upon my death, Harry James Potter (aka Prongslet) will officially be named the Head of the Black Family!"

People were shocked at this bold statement, but Harry wasn't. He knew, but he kept crying. Because the three things he gave meant so much to him, too much to him. It was what he wanted, not money and power, just like Sirius said.

Dumbledore was quiet throughout most of the meeting, but he was almost at his limit. First of all, how dare the boy disobey him and so foolishly came to the reading? And second, he was the head of the Black Family! The position held a great amount of power, even though he would've liked to deny it. Sirius Black was perfect, he didn't want the power that went along with the title, but who knows what Harry would do? The boy was reckless, and not clever enough! He would stay under Dumbledore's strings; he'll make sure of it. He just needed to twist them a little, along with Ms. Granger's and Mr. Weasley's.

"And lastly," Sirius said, after he got over the crying show again, "To Albus Dumbledore," Albus straightened, waiting for the rewards he was sure the man would give him, "Molly Weasley," Molly's eyes turned greedy, much to the disgust of Snape, Remus, the Malfoys, and the Tonks, "Ronald Weasley," Ron's ears perked up, "Hermione Granger," Hermione tried to hide her triumphant grin, "and Ginny Weasley," Ginny's eyes turned greedy like her mother's, "I wish you…" they were at the edge of their seats, "straight to hell!"

They all gasped in shock.

Sirius' smile grew cold. "I know what you bitches and bastards been doing with Harry. You were playing him along. I wish you nothing but the deepest pits in hell!"

He turned around, intending to leave before turning his head. "I wish Arthur Weasley the best of luck."

He walked away, and his image fading away. Before it faded away however, he stopped and turned for the one last time. His blue eyes seemed to stare straight into Harry's emerald green. "I love you, Prongslet."

The mirror turned blank.

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A/N: Wow! Twenty-one pages! But they just kept on coming! I think I put a lot of attention on detail, that's why I need a beta. Anyone interested?

Okay, several questions, clues, and surveys I want people to answer:

Should there even be a Severus/Remus relationship? (Or should it only be mentioned once or twice?)

If there should be who is 'top' and who is 'bottom'? (There will be absolutely NO graphic details. There only be hugs, and occasional kissing, probably. If someone wants to write a scene later in the chapters, I'll have no problem with it.)

Harry's a magical creature. What do you think he is? Clue below

Do you the story so far?

Would you like to be my beta?

Do you want Arthur to side with Molly or Harry?

Which side do you want Bill, Charlie, and Percy on? Molly's or Harry's?

Clue:

(They will appear in the next chapter)

Harry has long, silky hair.

He's slim and graceful.

A body part of his is pointed.

His eyes are emerald green.

Happy Guessing!

Carefully constricted criticism is welcomed. Flamers beware, I'll laugh at you.