Harry Potter was sitting on his bed staring at his ceiling. For the past two weeks, there had been so many changes in his life that he had started to believe that he was dreaming and would be shortly waking up to his rather cruel fate in life. These changes had started on the very day he lost one of the men who had come closest to filling the void of parents in his life. Sirius Black, he thought was the one man he could always count on. Harry glumly recalled all the times he had spent with Sirius, happy times that he would cherish for till the end of time. Hell, the man was practically his father! Even though he had stayed at the Weasleys for many a times, he could only look on Molly Weasley as a bossy aunt of sorts and Mr. Weasley as an affable uncle who was good for laughs. Remus had been absent from Harry's life for most of the time and thus didn't count as an ideal parental man. The man's excuse of being a werewolf was such a lame one that Harry was sometimes tempted to lash out at the man. Alright so the ministry wouldn't let him have custody of the boy who lived, he at least could have made short, discreet visits to Harry during his childhood. No, the man was simply a teacher to Harry and an order member.

Harry's magic had also started feeling a bit different. It felt more free and abundant. He felt unleashed. However, this meant that he had to relearn to control his magical output as he had learnt to do so in first year. He had started off by meditating and the process and produced marginal success. The occasional accidental magic was really ticking him off.

Another change had been that Dumbledore, who had finally started to share secrets with Harry pertaining to the coming war against Voldemort. He was now sending almost daily updates on the war effort. However this came with the bad news as he started getting news of people getting killed or kidnapped by Voldemort or his Death Eaters. The Wand maker Ollivander's kidnapping was one that troubled him greatly. Now Voldemort would never be short of wands as he had a wand maker at his beck and call. He would also be able to overcome the priori incatatem effect if he used another wand suited to him made by Ollivander. Harry was also concerned about his own wand as the wand didn't seem to function as well as it did before the Department of Mysteries incident. After Voldemort had been pushed out of his body, he had felt his connection to his wand weaken. He was still able to cast spells but they were not as powerful as before.

Today he had received three letters, two of them from Dumbledore and another from Gringotts. His friends, except Neville and Luna had been reticent with him after their battle. They had taken to avoid him. Ron especially had started to throw him dark looks when he thought Harry was not looking. Hermione had been colder towards him while Ginny had started spending more time with her own year-mates. Harry opened the first letter from Dumbledore which read-

Dear Harry,

This letter is to inform you that I will be coming over to pick you this Friday at eleven o' clock at night if that is okay by you and your relatives. I wish to secure your services to entice an old colleague of mine out of retirement. He is a vital part of the resistance and either side will be happy to have him. Due to this I hope you realize how important he is to the war effort. We will discuss his contribution further when you and I meet in person as letters are too easily intercepted.

I have the responsibility of informing you that Sirius's will was read today and I believe you have already received a letter from Gringotts as you are his primary beneficiary. I suggest you go through them most carefully and sign the appropriate pages. There may be… certain aspects of it that you wish to change. You'll see what I mean soon.

On this note, I bid Adieu to you and hope to see you in person on this coming Friday.

Farewell,

Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts

P.S.: I have recently resigned from the Wizengamot and the ICW as I find that holding three important positions makes it difficult for me to give my full attention to one job. Rest assured that I have succeeded by people with a good head on their shoulders.

"Huh, so Dumbledore resigned", Harry said aloud thoughtfully. He thought that this was a good decision on Dumbledore's part as he would be able to concentrate more on Hogwarts and the ongoing war efforts without having to worry about politicians meddling in affairs they had no prior knowledge in. He then shook his head and opened the missive from Gringotts.

Dear Heir Potter,

Today the will of one Lord Sirius Orion of House Black was read in Gringotts. Our sincere condolences go with you as the man while brash and reckless was a good man. It is sad that the innocent man never had a chance of freedom. The ministry tried to contest the will reading, citing that since Lord Black was an escaped convict, all the resources and properties of the Black estate should be turned over to the ministry. The appeal was led by one Madame Dolores Umbridge. However, it was summarily rejected by Gringotts manager Ragnok as the erstwhile Lord Black was never convicted by the Wizengamot. The ministry had has to pay an additional compensation of a hundred thousand galleons for each year of imprisonment of the Black Lord. That brings the Black House value up 1.2 Million Galleons, not much considering their other riches.

Moving on, there is a list of summaries of your estate given below

Liquid Assets

2,735,649,941 galleons

25,392 sickles

145 knuts

Estimated Family Heirloom value in the range of 100,000,000 galleons

Family Properties

12, Grimmauld Place, London

The Ancestral Manor of the Blacks, Yorkshire

The Riadh, Egypt

The Black Alley (I regret to inform you that this location cannot be located at the current moment. Though, if I may, I believe it's under a dormant fidelius charm – possible wear abouts may be in the Black Family vault.)

You also own part of the shares of Daily Prophet and a 15% stock of the Louvre Museum of Paris.

Further transfer of assets shall be made at Gringotts. Kindly present yourself at the London Branch as quickly as possible.

Yours Truly

Knarlhammer

Harry considered the letter in front of him. He had not expected Sirius to leave him anything. After all they barely knew each other even though they had counted each other as family. He shrugged it off and then opened the third letter. As he started reading it he became more and more sickened and horrified. The death Eaters had killed Madam Bones. Susan Bones, a Hufflepuff in his year had escaped the attack because she had been at the Abbott's mansion. Harry sighed regretfully and started writing a condolence letter to Susan.

After writing the letter for an hour, he came to a halt as he heard his aunt calling the family down for dinner. It was another thing that had bugged him. Ever since he had returned from Hogwarts his cousin and family had been quite nice to him. At first he had thought that this was because of Mad- Eye's threat but that would not have caused the effect it did. He was not asked to do chores, he was allowed to eat as much he wanted, his aunt and uncle had even apologized to him for their earlier behaviour. When he had asked them why they had treated him like garbage before, they replied that because of some dark presence in the house, they couldn't treat him well. At first they merely disliked him but slowly anger grew into hate. Harry had scoffed internally at this reason. He didn't think much of this reason but didn't force the issue.

After having a wholesome dinner of Roast Pork and treacle tart, Harry came back to his room to find another letter on his table. As he looked at it, he recognized Ron's distinctive scrawl though he wondered why his owl hadn't waited for a reply. Shrugging it off, he sat down to read it.

Harry Potter,

We can no longer support you the way we have in the past. The game you are playing is becoming more and more dangerous as the years pass and we feel that you will someday endanger all of us with your recklessness. We do not wish to endanger our families' lives or their financial stability like you have ruined yours. This is the last letter you will receive from any of us or our family. Our parents agree that it is for the best that we detach ourselves from you. Stay away from us or we will file lawsuits against you. This is your only warning.

-Ronald Billius Weasley, Ginerva Molly Weasley, Hermione Jane Granger

After all he had done for them, they would betray him in such a way. If it hadn't been for him, Hermione would be dead right now, smashed under a troll's club, either that or alone and friendless, the geeky Gryffindor who haunts the back shelves of the library. If it hadn't been for him, Ron would be a nobody, still bitching and moaning that he was being overshadowed by his brothers. And Ginny. She too would be dead right now if he hadn't jumped down a sewer pipe, and battled a sixty foot basilisk as well as its deranged incorporeal master, she would be nothing but a skeleton deep within the chamber of secrets. And not to mention all the things he did for them throughout the year like sticking up for them, helping them get decent grades on their work, providing the galleons for Ron's brothers to start up their business.

But he should have known. Ron, with his jealousy issues, always moaning that Harry had everything that he wanted. The little bastard could have it for all he cared. For all the love he had, for all the memories he had, for all the people he had to support him, Ron was such a little baby. That was probably why he was a little baby. Too spoilt to do anything but moan his head off and not work for a single thing. The bastard was probably laughing right now since Harry had lost all his money.

He should have suspected Hermione as well. The jealousy she had shown when Harry did well at things, her irritation at his understanding of concepts that would boggle her mind. Harry had been forced to temper his own grades, his own performance in class to keep Hermione's friendship. He was much smarter than most people gave him credit for. When he was little, he had to do the same to not get hit by his uncle for bringing home better grades than his fat cousin Dudley. Over a long while that turned into a game for him to play in his cupboard under the stairs. He would do all the homework correct, but then he would fudge the answers and make it so that he would get the questions wrong. Later, he would check his answers with what the teacher was saying later when going over it to see if he got it right. That had been his only amusement for the first ten years of his life, and he thought it would be over when he went to a wizarding school, but to keep one of the few friends he had made, so starved was he for companionship, he had to revert back to his "Dumb Harry" persona to make it work.

But then there was Ginny. Why had she betrayed him? He had thought there was something growing steadily between them, but obviously Ginny didn't feel the same way. It was disheartening to see her signature at the bottom of that letter. He had thought, at least Ginny would believe remain loyal to him, but it appears as though no one really cared for Harry in the first place. They just abandoned him to the wolves. Harry was losing control of his emotions and was dangerously close to the edge. He breathed in deeply and tried to calm his raging mind. Well, at least Dumbledore did warn him, in the vague Dumbledore way.

The financial ruin as the three had mentioned in the letter was of course referring to the fact that the Ministry had seized most of the assets of the Potter House because of the damage done to ministry personnel in the Department of Mysteries fiasco. But they evidently didn't know about his inheritance from the house of Black. He would ruin them, Harry vowed to himself.

Neville was a different story though. It was surprising how his closes friends did nothing but abandon him, when someone he had only come to get to know in the past year or so had come through for him so readily. While his other friends took off, blaming him for making their life a mess, Neville didn't.

Harry saw another bird coming toward him and sighed in resignation. Hoping that this wouldn't bring any worse news he opened his window to the majestic wings of a six inch tall brightly coloured pink pigeon. The brightly coloured rat with wings hopped into the room and began to peck at his desk.

Mumbling under his breath about bloody rats with wings, Harry grabbed the flapping rat and undid the tie on the bottom of his leg. A letter fell down to the floor as Harry tossed the little rat out of the window and watched it fly away, an indignant look thrown over its pink wing.

Bending down Harry frowned when he saw the seal done up in bright yellow and blue wax, a pair of jester's hats and a large "WWW" imbedded on the front. Curious, but cautions, Harry had received a letter laced with bubotuber pod puss yesterday from an indignant Ministry official, he broke the seal and slowly unfolded the letter.

Harry,

Hey mate how are you doing? It's us, your partners in business, the Weasley twins. We were shocked at what they did to you after you pretty much saved the wizarding world from themselves. A bunch of ingrates I say. The limey ‑ buggers should have just been left to burn after you know who buggered the whole lot of them up their tightly pursed arses. But then, who would buy our wonderful products?

We wanted to thank you for backing us up with our joke shop mate. From a fraction of the profits from our owl delivery service we were able to buy a shop in Diagon Alley. You can't miss it mate, it's the brightest building you've ever seen. And just because, you were our financial backer, we're proclaiming that everything for you is free, in moderation of course mate. And on the condition that you tell everyone where you found our wonderful products.

But on to the real reason why we're sending this letter. We've got some bad news for you mate. Originally when we started the company, we made you a partner. Gave you 20 percent and everything, but we held the cash for you in another account. Now since the ministry decided to catch you with your pants down and grab you by your roger, they began to ask about your holdings. They caught one look at us, and decided to gut your profits. I'm sorry mate, but it's all gone. They took everything and absolved your partnership in the company. But not to worry mate. Even though our traitorous family, who we are not talking to by the way, have abandoned you, we definitely will not. Family is family any way you slice it and although our family has forgotten, Weasleys don't desert family.

So, we've decided to give you back your initial investment plus a lot of interest. We know they pretty much took everything you own but the boxers you're sitting in and we also know you hate charity, but this is not charity our fine honorary Weasley, this is just business…with a little more because you are family. Don't try to send it back mate. We won't have it. And just so you're wondering, no one knows about this, not even the head of the order of the fried chicken himself. So good luck Harry, if you need a friend to talk to or a place to crash, we're always here.

-Fred and George Weasley

P.S. Just promise us you'll use some of the galleons in there to prank our ickle little brother. He's got to learn what happens when you betray loyalties.

Harry was happy that not everyone had turned from him. At least some people had something of a sense of honour. But of all the people who he would have thought to remain behind him, the Weasley twins would not have been very high on his list. They had been his very good friends, but when they had split last year, he hadn't heard from them since they had left. Their writing to him now was a very big surprise and a lifesaver. Although he had control of the Black Vaults, he decided to keep the money from the twins in case he had to take a rain check someday. He shuffled the letters around turning to find the voucher that was enclosed. Finally after leafing through the significantly long letter, very interesting as the Weasley twins never showed much interest in bandying words, he found it. And he nearly fainted.

To one Mr. Harold James Potter,

We, Mr. Fred Weasley and Mr. George Weasley, here by offer the sum of 54,000 galleons to one Mr. Harry James Potter, to be released to Mr. Potter in the form of Galleons and over seen by our financial representative at Gringotts bank Mr. Bloodhook. Said sum is to be untraceable and will be given to Mr. Potter in full at the time he requests it. Respect our wishes and follow Mr. Potter's Instructions.

-Mr. Fred and George Weasley, CEOs – Weasley's Wizard Wheezes Inc.

Fifty four thousand galleons. Fifty four thousand galleons! When a normal wizarding house only costs two thousand. The two of them had gone mad. He had only given them a startup loan of a 1000 galleons. He wasn't sure what the twins were playing at but he would be having words with them about using money recklessly when he saw the two next time. Exhausted by the events of the evening, he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep without undressing.

Far away in an abandoned old shack, the dark Lord Voldemort was kneeling on the floor as he checked on another of his horcruxes. This one was also destroyed. He had started to search for them a few days after the Department of Mysteries Battle since he couldn't feel his connection to Nagini. Moreover his connection to Potter had also shut down after he had tried to possess the brat. Whatever the brat had managed to do had severed that connection and somehow destroyed his horcruxes too. Many people believed that he had a hot temper and thus was prone to make irrational decisions but this was merely a façade for his mind to work out problems at his leisure and also ensure a degree of wariness in the minds of the enemy. But even then as he stood in the shack and made the connection between the destruction of his horcruxes and Potter, he couldn't help but feel angry.

He strode out of the shack and took to the air using one of the spells he had learnt from Slytherin's own esoteric library. As he flew he then making plans and counter plans for the Potter brat and finally hit on one that would be good enough to rid him of the menace Potter and hopefully a good chunk of the order too. He spun in the air and gracefully disapparated to Malfoy Manor. Entering the Manor, he sniffed at the grandly displayed halls in disdain before he went to the dining room and settled himself at the head of the table. Finally satisfied with his comfort, he then sent out a call for all of his followers through his own mark. Slowly the Death Eaters started trickling in, all of them first greeting Voldemort with a kiss on the hem of his robes and settling themselves on their designated chairs. Voldemort surveyed his followers as they entered. He spotted the ones he had broken out of Azkaban two days ago and his lip curled into a sneer. Twelve grown up adults couldn't take care of six untrained fifteen year olds didn't sit well with him and he had punished them with a few crucios and had let them off. As they all settled he began

"My friends, Welcome to the Malfoy Manor. Today, I have called you all here to discuss some plans with you. But first, Yaxley what good news have you got for me?

The brutal faced man replied with a bow, "My lord the ministry is in an uproar after Bones's death. There have been rumours that Mad-Eye Moody himself is going to be called back to head the Department of magical law enforcement. Moreover, Scrimegeor looks to be the firm favourite for minister. His stance is against us but we don't know his method of approach."

Voldemort nodded and thought about the information. He had himself led the attack on Bones Manor and the aged witch had fought a fierce battle. As to Scrimegeor, the man was an unknown quantity beside the thing that he had been an auror once. He would wait and watch the man. If he proved to be troublesome, he could be taken out quite easily.

Once the death eaters had submitted their reports, Voldemort spoke," Tomorrow there will be major attack and if it is successful then there is a good chance that the enemy would lose morale. Tomorrow we will attack Harry Potter's home. I have developed a spell that would break through any ward the old fool Dumbledore as put up. But in order for this attack to work, we need a diversion. Thus, several of my death eaters will be leading an assault on other areas to draw out Dumbledore's order and the ministry aurors. This will leave Potter completely defenceless. Too long has he survived, not through his skull but sheer dumb luck. Tomorrow there will be no chance for him. Bellatrix, Lucius, Rodolphus, Travers, Jugson, Nott and Avery will be leading the diversions with five outer circle members of their choice. Anyone who causes the failure in this mission will suffer my…displeasure", Voldemort finished with a leer at which several Death Eaters shivered.

Voldemort continued," Bellatrix I want you to lead an assault on Diagon Alley. Cause mayhem, fling spells and kill one or two. Lucius you will lead an assault on the Weasley's. They will need to be wiped out completely. The family gives purebloods a bad name. Travers, your team will attack Hogsmeade. Rodolphus, you will attack the headquarters of the order in London. Even if it is under the Fidelius, burn the whole street down. Jugson, you will lead an attack in muggle London. Make it high profile and hard to miss. Nott and Avery will lead an attack at the mudblood Granger's house and the Ministry hall respectively. It is time for that atrocious to be taught a long awaited lesson, to respect her betters. Take Draco with you. He has been complaining the mudblood for a long time. Tell him that if he performs satisfactorily, he might get the chance to earn my mark. Avery, cause enough mayhem so that the aurors don't even think of going anywhere else to lend their assistance. Meanwhile, I will lead the attack on Potter's house. I will take ten death eaters of mine as it is quite likely that the Order will show up to defend their precious golden boy no matter what distraction we cause. Once Potter is dead, the ministry will fall quite easily to my power and Dumbledore is old now. He may have been a very powerful wizard once but now his power wanes. He will fall soon. Then we shall take Hogwarts and very soon Magical Britain will be under our control", Voldemort finished with a lipless smile as his death eaters started laughing and cheering.

"So prepare your forces, death eaters. Tomorrow we shall see the rise of a new dawn and nobody will be able to stop us", Voldemort said.

Voldemort then looked at Severus and said," Severus you will remain with me till our battle tomorrow is concluded. You will go down to the cellars and start preparing healing draughts for whoever may need it after the battle", as Severus nodded and got up to go to the cellars and start his work.

However, Severus's mind was in turmoil. He didn't know how he would pass the message of the imminent attack to the Order or the Headmaster. Without his information, the order would be caught unawares and Potter would surely be dead. While he hated the Headmaster and Potter, he had a debt to Lily, his childhood friend.

Unknown to Severus, the Dark Lord was thinking the same thing. He had relegated Snape to remain at the Manor so that he couldn't warn the Order. He knew that Snape was a true Slytherin and was playing both sides but his love for Potter's mother kept him on the side of the Order. Voldemort didn't want to kill Snape as the man was a brilliant potions master and a vicious dueller. However if he tried to interfere in Voldemort's plans he would have to be killed however much his loss might affect the Death Eaters.

So, second chapter. Again I'm sorry for basically copying and pasting this, but it's all for the greater good ;) (He says with a twinkle in his eyes, and then pops a lemon drop in his mouth)

Read, review, let me know what you're thinking. I'll get more chapters pumping out in another weeks time. Also, TRUMPS PRESIDENT?! HOW LOL