As/N: Thought we typed wrong? Nope. As/N stands for Authors Note. Yes, we are two. This is a collaboration of Pinkstar146 and Loonygirl22. You will now read a joint fic. We hope you enjoy!

Full Summary: Harry loved his Godfather very much. At 22, he was living a peaceful life but that was all about to change. He was to become the Wizarding World's Most Eligible Bachelor. Every girl wants him but there will only be one girl to capture his heart. He needed to find this girl before his next birthday and it's only a few months away. Thanks to Sirius who decided to torment him even under the grave, Harry's life has never been more chaotic.

"No…"

"Yes, Mr. Potter."

He answered the confused and slightly irritated goblin again with a feeble attempt of a laugh "That can't be… no… just, no."

"I'm sorry Mr. Potter, but it clearly states that—" The goblin said, as-a-matter-of-factly, before he had narrowed his eyes, and brandished a parchment of paper, yellowed with age. Another tremor might have caused it to crumble, then and there.

"Yeah, I know… ugh—yeah… can I come back another time?" Harry said as the goblin looked even more confused and irritated at the Boy-Who-Triumphed with his unintelligible answer.

"All right Mr. Potter. But as it states at Gringotts bylaws, you will have to give us your answer. If not, the other benefactor will get everything." the goblin explained in a very creepy but business like tone. He knew the consequences if Mr. Potter did not get this will, but he rather not say it and just enjoyed the uneasiness the man in front of him clearly shows.

"Right… I'll see you… yeah, right…" Harry left the wizard bank still dazed. Thanks a lot, Sirius! Hope you're doing the happy dance, right about now…

The 22-year old savior of the Wizarding world walked forward aimlessly, his mind was still preoccupied about the thing that he just discovered. His only godfather has just decided to torment him, even under the grave.

"Ouch! Watch it!" said a red-head angrily. It took Harry a moment to realize it was Ron.

"Oy! Harry! Mate! Are you alright?" Ron said finally realizing who he was.

"Oh! Hello Ron."

"Why the long face?" asked Ron, sounding more of a statement, than a question.

"Do you have something to do?"

"Not really. I was just heading off to Fred and George's shop here."

"Care to join me? Let's go to my place. I've got something to tell you."

"If this is about your Chudley Cannons snow globe, I promise I'll return it tomorrow."

"What?"

"Oh nothing... Let's go Harry."

"So you're telling me Sirius made a will?" Ron inquired while chewing on a chocolate frog in Harry's dining room.

"Yes. It states that I must get married before I turn 23 to get what he left or else all my other inheritance from my parents, everything I own now and Sirius' inheritance will go to Bellatrix."

"Bellatrix Lestrange?"

"Do you know any other Bellatrix'?" Harry asked, with a slight hint of vexation in his tone.

"Good point! So what are you going to do now? And how much inheritance are we talking about?"

Harry took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Ron. Harry expected Ron to jump like a madman or to plummet at him for thinking this over. Ron just silently put down his precious chocolate frog—a gesture that made Harry even more afraid—and stared straight at Harry.

A slight, but steadily growing grin curved from Ron's lips.

"Does the will state anything about marrying men?"

To say Harry was surprised was truly the understatement of the century. After a few moments of alone time and of course, gagging time, he came back to the dining room ready to face the world again.

"You alright there, Harry? I was just joking mate," Ron said as he took a bite from a turkey sandwich. It still surprised Harry that Ron could make something to eat in such a short period of time.

"Yeah, mate. You just added another batch of nightmares but yeah, generally alright," muttered Harry, somewhat sarcastic.

"So, now what?"

"I don't know."

"You don't have a girlfriend," mumbled Ron, as his eyes narrowed into slits, stating the obvious.

"I noticed."

"And if the bloody female population knew you're the richest person in the bloody planet and who, by the way, defeated the nastiest whatever evil there is, they'll hunt you down."

"I know," sighed Harry. Needless to say, there was pride in his voice.

"And if you don't get the will, Bellatrix will have it. She'll be able to get herself out of Azkaban together with her little devils and dominate the bloody planet."

"Yup, I think that's her plan."

"You're so screwed."

"Thanks, Ron."

They sat there in silence for a while. Harry, thinking of his very unfortunate life and a new dark lady looming and Ron, well, let's just say he's enjoying his sandwich very much.

"I got it!"

Harry jumped at the shrill cry and at the pieces of turkey that came flying about.

"Sorry 'bout that mate but I got it!"

"Got what?" Harry did not like this, no he did not like it one bit.

"Hello! A solution!"

"Please don't say it again… please don't say it again… please don't say it again…"

"Shut up, Harry! Just listen please?" Ron said, thankfully without turkey in his mouth

"Its easy… lets just find you a wife!" Bits of turkey and bread were found in between Ron's teeth, as he beamed, happily.

"Oh dear Merlin…" Harry's hand lifted itself on its own accord, in silent protest.

"Just listen, let's find someone who knows you. I know everybody knows you but knows you knows you, you know? Someone who's hopefully, you're close with. Someone you absolutely trust so that she won't waste you money. And since you're already friends, it would be easy to explain everything to her… It's absolutely perfect!"

"And where, for Merlin's sake, would we find such perfect person?"

They heard a loud pop also a voice they knew oh so very well. "Hey guys! Thought I'd find you here!"

"We just found her, Harry!"

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