Harry Potter was impatiently pacing his room. Hedwig had gone on a hunt and Harry needed her to send letters. Again. No matter how many times he sent letters, Hermione, Ron, and Sirius refused to share any information. It was quite frustrating. Harry sat on his bed and decide to do homework. As soon as he got out parchment, Hedwig flew in the room.

Harry jumped up to greet the snowy owl. To his surprise, Hedwig had a letter attached to her leg already. Harry reached over to read it. Hedwig then flew around the room. Harry once again sat down on the bed to read the letter. As he read it, Harry grew confused.

To Mr. Harry James Potter,

We would first like to apologize for the unfortunate events that happened this past month. However, due to recent discoveries, we have found errors in your Gringotts vaults. After careful examination, we found these wills that were supposed to be read to you years prior. These were hidden in a separate vault in your name. We have examined this will. It would be in your best interest to hear these wills.

Til we meet,

Griphook

Harry read the letter various times. He just couldn't understand what this was supposed to mean. On the end of the parchment was a time and day to meet up with Griphook. Harry was intrigued enough to decide to go. The problem was his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. Harry shrugged and decided to come up with a plan later.

Harry went to his desk and stared at his letters he intended to send. Harry grabbed them and pinned them to Hedwig. Hedwig gave an affectionate nip and flew away once again. For some reason, Harry didn't want to mention the recent letter he got. Harry laid on his bed and put his glasses on the nightstand. He didn't bother getting out his clothes. Harry soon drifted to sleep, which were interrupted by nightmares of a door.

Harry woke up to the sounds of Dudley making a tantrum. Harry groaned and rolled over. He pulled the blanket over his head. After a few minutes, Harry got up. He saw no need to get out of his clothes so he went downstairs. The Dursleys were sitting on the kitchen. They ignored him as usual. Harry didn't care. He began to eat the quarter of a grapefruit Aunt Petunia gave him.

Uncle Vernon was making his usual complaints. Dudley was looking at the cereal on the top of the shelf. Harry gathered the courage to ask for to go Diagon Alley. Before he could, Uncle Vernon looked at Harry.

"Boy, in a few days, we are going to a celebration for Dudley." He said. It was obvious by 'we', he meant not Harry. "We are going to be gone for the rest of the summer. So stay at that other family." Vernon said with a sneer. Harry simply nodded. Well, this became a whole bunch easier. They continued to eat in silence.

Over the next few days, the Durselys were in a hurry to pack up what they needed. Harry watched with amusement as Uncle Vernon's face turned purple more than once. Harry watched as they scrurried all around the house.

On July 2, the Dursleys left Harry to his own devices. Harry packed up and called on the Knight Bus. It arrived soon after. The ride was bumpy and nauseating. Harry got off on the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. He checked in his reserved room. Harry decided to stay there for a few days, before contacting the Weasleys.

Harry didn't bother telling Ron or Sirius of the letter. Something told him to wait. Harry made his way to Gringotts. He stopped occasionally to look through the windows. He arrived at the bank a few minutes early. He went to the desk. A goblin looked up at him.

"Yes?" The goblin asked.

"Er, I have an appointment with Griphook. Something about a will?" Harry informed the goblin. His eyes lit up with understanding.

"Come with me, Mr. Potter," The goblin said. He stood up and towards the back. Harry trailed behind him. "By the way, my name is Irontooth."

"Nice to meet you," Harry mumbled. Irontooth gave a smile.

"It has been awhile since I heard those words from a wizard," Irontooth told Harry. Harry didn't know what to respond, so he stayed quiet. Irontooth made an unexpected turn behind a statue. Harry tripped slightly. He looked around the cave like corridor.

Their steps echoed as they walked. Doors were lined up the wall. At what seemed a random door, Irontooth stopped. He pulled out a set of keys. He picked a bronze one and unlocked the door.

"Mr. Potter is here to see you," Irontooth informed the person behind the door.

"Let him in," said the goblin. Irontooth stepped in, along with Harry. The office was nearly empty. It only had a desk and two chairs. One was occupied by a goblin. He looked up.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. Have a seat. My name is Griphook," He said. Irontooth quietly slipped out. Harry sat down on the chair that was across Griphook. Harry fiddled with his hands. "No need to be nervous, Mr. 're just straighting things up."

Harry nodded and stopped playing with his hands. He watched as Griphook pulled out an official looking document. Griphook looked at him with unreadable eyes.

"What I am about to tell you will change almost everything you have come to known," Griphook said. Harry's heart pounded. He rubbed his hands against Dudley's jeans.

"Go ahead," Harry said in a clear voice. Griphook nodded respectfully.

"As you have been told, Mr. Potter, you gained a small inhertance from your parents," Griphook began. "However, this inhertance has slowly been reciding. We noticed this about six months ago. We investigated this situation. It turns out Molly Weasley has slowly been withdrawing from your vault. Are you aware of this?"

It took awhile for Harry to respond. "She takes a little to pay for my school supplies."

"She has been withdrawing more than that. At the beginning of your fourth year, you had roughly 60 Galleons, 23 Sickles, and 11 Knuts. Now you have 53 Galleons, 0 Sickles, and 2 Knuts." Griphook informed Harry, who stayed flabberghasted.

"How can that be? Mrs. Weasley wouldn't do that! She acts like my mother. Plus, my mere suggestion for her to take some money sends her in a frenzy! I need proof," Harry exclaimed.

"I anticipated this, so here are some photos to prove my statement," Griphook handed the photos to Harry. He took them with a shaking hand. What he saw made him seethe with anger.

Not only was Molly Weasley exiting his vault with a sack of money, but Arthur and Ginny Weasley were with her as well. The moving picture showed them looking around, tryng to spot anyone. The next one just made his heart break. Ron and Herminone were the ones leaving his vault. His two bestfriends were stealing from him. Unbelivable.

"Is it possible to move my money to another vault?" Harry asked, his fists clenched. Griphook shook his head.

"I am sorry, but we can't do anthing about without alerting your magical guaridan," Griphook said.

"Magical guardian? You mean-" Harry stopped short. Not many people know about Sirius Black's innocence.

"Sirius Black?" Griphook asked. Harry stayed quiet. "Don't worry, Mr. Potter. The goblins know all about his innocence. We will not turn him in." Harry sagged with relief. "However, Sirius Black is not your magical guardian. Only your godfather. Albus Dumbledore is."

Harry sat, perplexed. "What's a magical guardian?"
"When a particulaly powerful wizard is born, it is advised to get a magical guardian. They can limit your power," Griphook explained. "Which comes to this will."

Harry leaned to get a better look. The words were blurring together, though. He still couldn't believe that one of the people he most trusted went behind his back. At least not all he Weasleys were against him. Griphok gave him a curious look.

"This will contains information that will come to a huge shock to you, . But first..." Griphook gave what seemed to Harry an unnecessary pause. "Have you ever heard of the Peverell brothers?"