Hey people. I just want to ask you to please review to help my story become better and to give me ideas for more fan fics. I think I'm only going to have Harry Potter fan fics so please don't ask me for others.

p.s. I'm not a billionaire, so don't even think that J.K. Rowling is my alias.

P.P.S. this is post fifth book so in the summer between fifth and sixth

Parseltoungue

Flashback

Thoughts

Chapter 1. The Truth

He was furious. That was the only way to describe it. How Dare They! They were my best friends, how could they be doing this to me.

But a part of him knew.

Ron would always get jealous easily. Like in the tri-wizard tournament when he didn't believe that Harry didn't put his name in the cup I mean hello! Dumbledore drew the age line and he one of the most powerful wizards since Merlin idiot. And all of a sudden Ron did believe him. Out of nowhere he said that he was wrong. No shit Sherlock.

And Hermione. She was like a sister to him. But then he remembered that she was always overprotective of him. And every time after his scar was burning, Dumbledore would always seek him out and act his grandfatherly way.

And that just brings him to a new train of thought. I knew it, I knew Dumbledore was gay. Whoa, where did that thought come from? (Me, you idiot) are you my conscience? (Umm, yeh of course I am. But forget about me. Oh, and buy a hotdog. Your conscience is hungry)

Harry then started thinking about this morning how he received a letter from Gringotts, and his whole perspective on life changed.

~Flashback~

He was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling, grieving the loss of Sirius when an eagle dove through the window and landed on the desk with a letter clutched in its talons. After releasing the letter the eagle dove back out of the window and faded out of existence. As he climbed out of bed he noticed the crest of Gringotts on the back of the envelope.

Mr. Potter,

We offer our condolences for your loss of your godfather

Sirius Black and would like to inform you of his will

Reading which will take place today at 11:30 is

He looked at the clock which said it was now 11:00

We have also become aware of the fact that you are being

Watched by some members of Dumbledore's infamous Order of the

Phoenix, so we have placed a portkey within the envelope to bring you

To the office of the where the will, will be read. It will activate at 11:29

Our Condolences,

Smythe, Head of Inheritance

Ragnok, director of Gringotts

He now realised that it was 11:05, so he spent the next 20 minutes getting ready for the will reading by putting on his best robes and trying to get his hair to lie flat which just made him feel even more depressed.

At exactly 11:29 the port key activated, and he landed on his back as he usually does with this kind of wizard transportation, in a conference room with two goblins.

He recognised the shorter one as Ragnok, so that must mean that the other was Smythe.

"Mr Potter. I am sorry about the circumstances that we meet with, but I am still glad to meet you, we have indeed heard many great things from you but we must get this will reading under way," was Smythe.

As Ragnok beckoned him to a seat across from him Smythe began reading from the will.

I, Sirius Orion Black, being of relatively sound mind considering my time in Azkaban, do hereby request that only my godson, Harry Potter attend this reading and hope that he will not mourn for long.

I bequeath upon Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks to each receive 1 million galleons as a thank you for looking out for me and my pup

Lastly, I give Harry the name of Lord Black in hopes that you will do a better job than Malfoy, he would have become heir instead. With that name comes all of the Black estate and all of my personal belongings (look in my personal vault called Padfoot, you must speak the password) and I left a letter with the goblins to give you twhich has been spelled that only you shall read it.

Do not mourn me; I only hope that I went out with a bang instead of being locked up in my mother's house.

Mischief Managed, Sirius Black.

At the end of the will, Harry had tears in his eyes. But he would not mourn anymore.

"This is the letter he left you" came from Ragnok, speaking for the first time that day.

Pup,

Things are not as they seem. Dumbledore has been manipulating you since before you were born. Hermione and Ron are not your friends they have been playing you since before you were born. They, and their families, have been receiving money from Dumbledore since you started school. I wouldn't be surprised if it was from your own vault. Ask Ragnok. Don't trust them. I was listening in on them from inside Ron's room at my house and heard them talking. Accept the head of the black house and the potter house. Then you will be emancipated as the head of two houses and you can legally do whatever you want. Dumbledore has been using you vote and mine on the Wizengamot since that fateful Halloween night. Claim them both and have a hereditary ritual. I wouldn't be surprised if you had more. I love you pup. Don't forget that.

Padfoot

~End Flashback~

"Mr Potter? Are you ready for the Black family ring?" he was brought out of his musings by Ragnok holding a delicately carved mahogany box with runes etched onto the top

"This is the box containing the family ring. When a head of family dies, the ring portkeys back to this box, where only the heir can put it on. Once it is on, it automatically claims the heir as the new head of family.

"After this would you like to have a hereditary ritual, so you can claim any other titles?"

Thinking back on what Sirius wrote, he nodded his head. What could he lose?

Picking up the box, he lifted the lid. There amidst black satin, was the black family ring. It was a thin silver band, with a black onyx ring set with the black family crest on it. The black family crest was a threstle and a hippogriff crossing over each other.

As he put the ring on, he could feel the magic in it. The ring flashes killing curse green, before settling back to black once more.

As this was happening, Smythe had finished pulling out a potion, and two pieces of parchment.

He put the parchments side by side and pulled out a knife.

"This is a ritual knife", he explained, "you have first drink this potion and then cut your palm, letting a few drops of blood falling on each parchment and then it will say which families you belong to, or inherit to be head of that house, they will be of magic or blood."

As harry drank the potion and cut his hand, he could feel tingly in his hand after the tingling feeling stopped, he could only see a faint pink line on his palm.

He looked at the left parchment. At the top it said mum, the right said dad, in his blood before spreading all over the page.

With his eyes wide after reading the first parchment, he went to his dad's one. With only one word in his head he expressed it.

"Shit" before fainting in the conference room

I'll hopefully write another chapter within a week, but with a family of six, it's hard to get 4 hours on a laptop.

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A/N My fave fic of the day is:

Blood Slayer by SpikyStar

-Harry is a new creature never heard of before; he's a half Vampire the only one in existence. He hunts down bad Vamps. After being abandoned as a baby, and independent!Harry. It is incomplete, but a good fic