Disclaimer: Own Harry Potter I do not, *cries* (GET ON WITH THE STORY!) Finee...

Quick A/N: I may continue with this, have Harry write another one or Ron and Hermione etc. writing theres. Sorry, it was originally meant to be more humorous, but I found it kinda sad to write so...

Please review and let me know what you think and I will love you forver. If I get some reviews I will continue, and make the next chapters waaaaay longer k?

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WILL WRITING

Harry James Potter

Harry sat down on his meagre bed in his small bedroom at number 12, Privet Drive. He had nothing to do, thanks to the tirelessly boring Dursley family and knew that in his upcoming days, there was an extremely high chance of his dying. So he sat down, to write his will.

The will of Harry James Potter: He wrote, feeling weird- I write this in the case of my untimely death- and there he stopped. Was it untimely? How was he to know, he hadn't died yet. Will writing was extremely difficult to say the least. Instead of worrying about all the important details and formalities, Harry decided to just get on with it: I leave my house, Number 12 Grimmauld Place, to Remus Lupin to use for his own purposes. I leave my vault at Gringotts to Hermione Jean Granger, and Ron Weasley, to share between them equally. He thought for a second, and then, smirking added: I also give them my well wishes for their wedding, and hope that they will consider this as a wedding gift, since I could not be there to deliver it myself. Harry laughed at this, albeit a little sadly, imagining Hermione's expression of concern and Ron's notoriously red ears and neck when they read this. He gave a small sigh and continued: I leave my broomstick (Firebolt) to Ginevra Weasley, in the hope that she will remember me as she uses it. Harry paused here, reminiscing all the happy times they had had together, flying over the grounds of Hogwarts in a breathtaking game of Quidditch… he stopped himself just in time and kept on writing: I leave the contents of my trunk to Luna Lovegood and in doing so, hope that she will find something interesting to write about in the Quibbler. To Neville Longbottom, I leave my remembrall, in the hope that he will remember his first. Harry couldn't think of anything else he owned at this point, and oddly exhausted, he lay down on his bed and dozed off.

Hope it was ok? (Sorry about the shortness... oh well)

Gypsey xx