OMG I FORGOT THE DISCLAIMER! Well, I did not wake up this morning to find out that I was J. , no matter how much I wished. (Nope, I had to sit through Geography and Drama instead. How FUN.)

Anyways, THIS IS IMPORTANT! For anyone who is reading my other ongoing story, The Prankster Kings Have Been Over Throned, I will update that every other weekend, whereas I will update this fic every weekend. Or, at least, I will try to. I do hope that for my next chapter I won't have to do an A/N (apart from thanking my wonderful reviewers!).

Talking of that, my reviewers & responses (henceforth known as R&R - kind of ironic, you could say) are at the bottom!

Harry's startling green eyes dimmed with sadness while reading the letter - until he reached the final part. He frowned. What was so important that the head goblin, of all people needed to speak to him about it? And why didn't Dumbledore not want him to know?

The next morning dawned bright and clear. Harry stretched and yawned just as the glowing sun peeked over the roofs of the houses opposite. He had had a most wonderful dream - instead of his usual nightmare of Sirius falling through the Veil, he was sat in a meadow, just lying there on the fields of daisies. It was a rather refreshing - and most definitely welcomed - change.

After a quick shower, Harry trudged downstairs to make breakfast. Just as he set his uncle's coffee on the table, Aunt Petunia walked into the kitchen, blanching when she spotted her nephew.

"Morning," Harry said politely. Petunia nodded in response and began sipping at her perfectly-made tea, peeking over the fences of the neighbours while she did.

Harry shook his head in amusement. Old habits died hard.

After breakfast, Harry started studying. (In their haste to get out of their nephew's way, Petunia and Vernon forgot to lock away Harry's school books upon arriving back at Privet Drive.)

Opening 'Wards and Other Useful Privacy Charms', Harry immersed himself in the pages. He was fascinated by the unique magic.

The next week flew by in a haze of studying. And before Harry knew it, he woke on the day of the reading of Sirius' will.

The Gryffindor took a shower and awkwardly sat on his bed, eating a bacon sandwich. (A/N: I'm not sure if bacon sandwiches are just a British thing or not, but TRY THEM! They are soooo nice.) He still hadn't worked out a way to get into Gringotts.

As if someone had been answering his thoughts, a small sheet of parchment appeared on his desk. Setting the empty plate aside, Harry picked up the note and read:

This is a goblin-made portkey that will take you to Gringotts. It cannot be traced by wizards, so make the most of your freedom. The activation word is 'investment'.

-Ragnok

And, with the muttered word, Harry was whisked away.

This portkey, Harry noted with a grin, is much smoother than the wizard-made ones.

Not needing to steady himself on his feet (unlike usual), Harry took in his surroundings. He was standing in a long room with a oak table running through the middle. Torches on the stone walls provided low, flickering light.

Suddenly realizing why he was here, Harry's grin slid off his face.

A firm hand on his shoulder made him jump. "You miss him, don't you," a soft, sad voice murmured.

Harry turned around to see the familiar face of Remus Lupin, except a tad more aged and grey. Harry gave a sad smile to the last living testimony of the (true) Marauders, before pulling him into a fierce hug.

Once the pair was seated, Harry looked around at the table. There were a few recognized faces - such as Tonks, who had her hair coloured black for the occasion - but at the head of the table stood a tall man with slightly curled grey hair, piercing blue eyes and a rather prominent nose. The unknown wizard nodded at him, and Harry nodded politely back.

A loud creaking sound was heard in the hall, and the adults stood, their hands making a cross in front of their chests. Harry, out of curiosity, did the same but with a baffled expression on his face. Next to him, Remus watched the younger wizard's antics with a rueful smile.

"Ah, Harry Potter. May your investments be wise and your gold flow," a rough voice spoke, reminding Harry briefly of Mad-Eye Moody.

The raven-haired wizard turned to face the source of the voice, and saw a grinning goblin. Much like the ones he had seen before, this goblin had sharp teeth and nails, but also had kinder eyes - eyes that were currently sparkling with amusement.

"Uh... You too, sir," Harry said awkwardly, flushing red.

The goblin chuckled - a deep, booming sound - before introducing himself. "Ragnok," he said, making the same cross as the others and bowing.

Everyone sat back down, including Ragnok.

"So, let's get this started with," the head goblin boomed. "This is Mr Sanford Smythe," Ragnok indicated to the grey-haired man to his left, who bowed his head, "the Black family solicitor."

Mr Smythe stood with grace. "Good morning everybody," he received a chorus of 'Morning' back. "We are here today to hear Sirius Black's will. Without further ado..." Mr Smythe opened his black briefcase, and out floated an almost-exact replica of Sirius Black.

Harry only just managed to bite back his sob at seeing his dead godfather.

"I, Sirius Orion Black, am of sound mind and health.

"Eugh, now that legal stuff is outta the way, let's skip to the good stuff!

"So, to my godson, Harry James Potter, I leave all of the Black family estates and wealth. Everything will be transferred into the Potter family vault," this made Harry frown. What Potter vault? As far as he knew, he only had his trust vault, "but be careful, kiddo. The Blacks are notorious for being dark, so go with Moony when you want to go into your vault.

"Talking of that, I leave all of my personal wealth and 12 Grimmauld Place. Do whatever you want with it, ol' pal.

"To my cousin, Nymphadora," the hologram of Sirius grinned, while Tonks muttered under her breath, "Annabella Tonks, I leave half a million Galleons. Oh, and Nymphy, save some for your parents, will ya?

"That's about it. Before I go, Moony and Prongslet; please, please do not feel guilty about my death. Yes, I know you probably are, you foolish, loveable people." The two addressed wizards hung their heads sheepishly. "I like to think I went down with a bang, but if not, give them he'll from ol' Paddy. In fact, do that anyway.

"And that's it, peeps! Peace out!" With a last grin and wave, the holographic Sirius faded out of existence.

After the rest of the legal stuff was out of the way, Ragnok beckoned Harry (and Remus, much to the pair's confusion) into his office.

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