A/N Sorry for the long wait. We're in a rush at work and I work 6 days a week so it left me with little time to write/translate. Stil looking for a beta to help me with my horrid english.

For those who might be wondering, the french version of this fic is currently 20 chapters/ 141 thousands words long.

This chapter is for ell_the_weasel. Thank for your encouragements. And yeah, Harry and Hermione will meet in this chapter.

6.3 Padfoot's Will

-{6.3.1}-

As soon as he got out of the fireplace, face on the floor, he had the reflex to move to let the others come in without problems. Unfortunately his seeker reflex failed him, cause as soon as he started to move, Ron fall on him. Then Ginny. Then Molly. Then Moody. Who was pretty pissed off of being caught unprepared because a kid didn't know how to floo properly. He promised himself that if he had to teach him someday, first thing would be floo landing.

When they were finaly able to get everybody out of the fallen human pyramid, they started going to Gringotts while dusting theirs cloaks. Molly looked at the hour and, hurried everybody up, her face a little bit worried.

"Hurry up! We're late and Merlin know goblins hate to wait "

Now everybody was walking fast, or to run slowly, because, even if they were late, you couldn't run on Diagon Alley, it just couldn't be done. When they got to Gringotts, it was Moody who spoke, going to the first counter he saw.

"We're here for Sirius Black's will reading!!"

The goblin looked at them angrily and answered.

"You are late. Under normal circonstances you would have simply got excluded of the will, but it seems that those close to Sirius who know the value of time and got there at the appointed hour asked to wait for you. Follow me"

They followed the goblin to one of the door at the back of the bank central room and brought them, throught a series of doors and innumerable corridors, to a door and simply told them.

"It's here"

Harry was the last one to get in. He didn't felt well at all. Surprisingly, he have been able to 'run' with the huge weight in his belly, but he wasn't able to make the little step who would bring him to the other side of the door. Strange, how a simple door can represent so many thing. Moody, still a little annoyed, took him by the shoulders and push him in the room, then closed the door, still grumbling about the floo landing. He clearly wasn't one of the heirs of Sirius. The goblin, quite irritated, started as soon as the door was closed, so fast that Harry didn't have the time to see the look part worried, and part angry of Hermione.

"Well, it now seem that everybody have arrived. It want to remind you that this will reading was supposed to start about ten minutes ago. Well, now that it's said, we'll stop losing time about that and useless talk and we'll go straight to the core of this meeting. I'm Gobz Grizlwichtk, executor of the noble and ancient Black family. I'll now start the will's reading of Sirius Black, son of Orion and Walburga Black.

"Me, sir Sirius Black, son of Orion and Walburga Black, to my biggest regret I may add, am declaring that I'm doing this will without pressure nor dark influence, today August fourteenth 1994. I give Arthur and Molly Weasley the sum of 1500 galleons, with the obligation to spoil youselves and your respectable number of little rascals. I give to Hermione Granger the sum of 1000 galleons, to thanks her of her rightly timed intervention. I also give her my broom, who have seen a couple of too many miles, but he's still running, that old Cleansweep 4.I give Ron the sum of 1000 galleons, so he may buy himself a pet better then a dirty, ugly, traitor son of a rat. I bequeath Remus Lupin, my accomplice in the Maraudeur, the total of 1000 galleons, so he may buy himself a new wardrobe, your robes really are in pitiful state old pal. How are you going to get a girl if you look like an inferi? I bequeath 5000 galleons to Sir Bernard DeLaRochelle. Finally, I bequeath the remaining of my vault to Harry James Potter, around 3000 galleons, plus all the jewels, artefacs and junk remaining in it. I also give him all Black property, including 12, Grimmauld Place. Finally, I'm giving in my motorcycle, to be hold by Remus Lupin until my godson reach his majority. I'm giving him all of this so he may forgive me to have put his safety and well-being after my little vendetta, a complete failure I may add, that brought me in prison. The goblin put the letter on his desk, look at the group of humans in front of him and continued to speak.

"Every beneficiator must come here to sign an attestation, so that the money will be trasfer to your vault. For those who're still not one of our clients, my assistant Goliskt is present so you may open an account here. If you have any question, don't hesitate to come to me" Count on the goblin to take advantages of a will to get new clients.

A man quite tall, in a moggle toxedo, probably Sir Bernard The-Something thought Harry, went to the goblin and signed all the necessary paperworks. Ron, Hermione, her broom being sent to 12, Grimmauld Place by owlpost, Remus and Molly went, one after the other, sign the papers. Harry, the only one who still hadn't went to the goblin, got up and, painfully, walked to the goblin.

"Mister Potter, do you wish to keep the Black vault or would you prefer that its contents be transfered to the Potter vault?"

"Just put everything in my vault" answered Harry, his voice broken from emotions.

"Mister Potter, I can, if you want, make a list of all property you just inherited, or I can wait until you came back on a better day for you"

"I'll come back another day"

"Very well. Just sign here" answered the goblin, giving him a pen and a parchment. When he was done, he was stopped by the man in the muggle toxedo.

"Hi mister Potter, I'm Sir Bernard DeLaRochelle, a friend of your godfather. I wish we could have met under better circonstances. Can I talk to you a moment, it's pretty important" Harry nodded then they both went to an unoccupied corner of the room.

"Well mister Potter, I want to talk a little to you about your godfather. You must be wondering why he gave me all this money." Harry nodded, and the man continued to talk, "It's pretty simple. Sirius was, like me, a templar. He was a member of the Order of the Templars. The five thousands galleons is the money he received upon joining the order. This money is a loan, lent to the order's members until their death. They give it back to the order in their will."

"My godfather was a templar? And what exactely is the order of the templars?"

"The order of the templar is an old and complex order and it would be long and difficult for me to answer completely your question, but I can tell you what we're doing. We are fighters. Every templar must train everyday, magically and physically, to make sure that we will be up to the task when we will be called to fight, when war is declared. We are always on the same side of war, we're on the side against the dark. Some say we are a mercenary army at the services of the light. It's perhaps the simpliest way of telling it."

"Are you engaged in a war against Voldemort?"

"We will enter the war when there's one. As long as your ministry doesn't declared war against the dark lord Voldemort, we can't act. It would be a political nightmare, and it would bring a lot of trouble. But enough talk for now, your friends all want to talk to you" said the templar, without even looking behind him, where the Weasleys, Hermione and a couple of others were watching them impatiently. "I'll leave you, following your late godfather recommendation, this book, explaining a little bit of what we are, but mainly, lessons to fight the dark arts and their followers. They aren't really advanced in my opinion, but they could give you some tips and an idea of what it is to be in the order of the templar. If you're interested, in due time, I'll find you. Just, think a bit about it."

Sir Bernard DeLaRochelle left without any other word, and before Harry even had the time to say good bye, he was attacked by Molly, who took him in her arms so hard Harry thought he heard a couple of his bone crying. When she let him go, the one-who-lived saw his two best friend, Ron and Hermione, looking at him with a sad face. The latter begun walking toward Harry, looked at him and was about to speak when Molly started to talk, stopping Hermione on her tracks.

"I think we should go shopping so we could get those dark thoughts out of our minds. Come on you three"

They followed the Weasley matriarch outside the bank, where Moody was waiting for them and Harry, when he didn't saw Remus, had to accept that the last marauder have left, waiting saying a single word to him.

MadEye accepted to escort them during their shopping trip.

"I want to go to the quidditch shop!" almost shouted Ron.

"We will go Ron, but you can't throw away all the money you got here today in quidditch gear and useless junk. You must spend the money wisely" answered his mother.

Harry was walking a little bit behind the other, deep in thought. He heard Hermione murmuring to herself.

"Why did he gave me that, what am I supposed to do with his old broom. I hate flying!"

Following Ron lead, they all got to the quidditch shop, and, despite all Ron's nagging and pressuring, Hermione didn't bought any accessory or kit to refresh her newly acquired broom.

After their shopping, they went to the Borrow, but it was only a short stopover. Now that they knew for sure Harry had inherited 12, Grimmauld Place, they could go without fear as the new owner had given his consent to let the order continue to use it as its headquarter. So they all went by floopowder, Harry first. But this time's around, they waited a minute before sending the next person, to make sure they was no repetition of the morning arrival.

-{6.3.2}-

"Devour... I Devour... Devour... I Devour

Everything in my path

Ransack, devastate by my offend

No reason to stop

Neither age nor time can exhaust me

You may think I'm crazy

But I do what I like

That's it that's all" - Crude translation of the song 'Un poing c'est tout' by Anonymous

As soon as he got in the house, he went to Sirius's room and slammed the door. He sent a muffliato on the room and a collaporta on the door and let his rage roam free.

"WHY DID YOU DIE! WHY DID YOU LEFT ME ALL ALONE!' And Harry begun to destroy any object around him, anything that was on his path was doomed to be destroyed, be it by hand or by wand.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU STAY HERE? WHY DID YOU WENT TO PLAY THE HERO?" The One-Who-Lived continued to scream his rage and to destroy anything that he could lay his hands on, until nothing was left unbroken. He then turned around facing the wall and punched the wall as hard as he could, his fist screamed pain, the wall didn't even had a scratch on it, it fueled the rage inside Harry, who punched the wall again, creating a hole in it.

The pain inside Harry's hand finally became stronger than his rage, and that pain called upon the one inside the survivor's guts. The pain of losing Sirius in turn called the guilt of having killed him, and throwing himself on Sirius's badly beaten bed, Harry curl up and thought of Remus's blaming look, Tonk's sadness and everything all of his friends had to go throught because of him. That night, Morpheus arms never came close to reach the survivor.

The next days looked pretty much the same in the eyes of one Harry Potter. After a sleepless night, he got out of his room before dawn, so to not meet anyone, took a light breakfast, let some of his dishes around so Molly knew he had eaten and will not come and make a scene, and then, he went back to his room. Following was a magic pratice session. He begun it with a lengthy Reparo session, repairing everything he had broke the day before. Then a little bit of Wingardium Leviosa and Muffliato, to preserve his privacy. Harry's mood was a real rollercoaster. Except there was nothing fun there, and the only two temper's changes was from sad to enraged, and enraged to sad. At dinner's time, somebody would shout at him that the dinner was ready, he tried to make his face the most neutral he could, it always took him a couple of minutes, then he would go down to eat. He would eat as fast as he could then he would go back to his room, for another session of rage and despair.

-{6.3.3}-

Three days after the Harry's merry-go-round begun, three never-ending days for her, three days after Sirius's will reading, Hermione got fed up. She couldn't take it anymore. Seeing Harry mutilating himself, mentally sure, but it was still self-mutilation, and she couldn't let him continue. Molly was always telling them to let time do his job, to let Harry alone as long as he needed, to let him grieve. It couldn't be that bad, Ron's mom was saying, he was eating everyday and it looked like he was sleeping most of the time, since nobody have ever heard sound coming from his room.

Hermione was not considered the most brillant witch of her generation for nothing. Sure, there was no sound coming from his room, but he was not an idiot and she was faily sure that he had cast some spell to muffle and reduce any sound coming from his hoped Harry didn't got any warning concerning his out-of-school underage use of magic, but it wasn't really ranked high on her worries list.

Although Harry was good, really good even, to hide all emotion on his face when he got down to eat, there was one thing he hadn't been able to learn from Snape, and that was to mask the emotion in his eyes. Hermione, everytime thoses eyes meet hers, during this fleeting moment before Harry turn his eyes away, she saw sadness and hatred in them.

That was why, the night of the third day, technically the beginning of the forth, Hermione decided, against every adults recommandations, to go see Harry. She got out of her room furtively, and went to Sirius's old bedroom, where she tried her best to open the door. In vain. Harry had visibly locked the door. Alohomora she tried, too worried about Harry to care about the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery. She heard a faint click, and tried to open the door, but she wasn't able to push it a centimeter. The young witch thought that her friend knew her too well, he hadn't just locked the door, he must had litteraly barricade himselft. The heavy dressers she had seen a couple of days ago in the room must now be pushed against the door, forbidding anybody to cross the door without Harry's help.

Hermione thought for a couple of seconds and she thought that she too, knew her friend really well and had an idea to how she would enter the master bedroom of Grimmauld place. 'Well' She thought, 'it seem I will indeed have to use Sirius's broom. I wonder if he gave it to me because he thought that would be inevitable... Probably not... not his style. He would have given me a sledgehammer instead'

She went to her room to pick her broom, being extra careful to not wake up Ginny, got out of the house and went straight under the window of Harry's room. Her guesses seems to be right, as the window didn't look barricade. She moved as closed as possible to the window, calculating her angle so to take the shortest path to the window.

'Who said trigonometry was useless to wizard?' she thought, before getting on her broom, going slowly up to Harry's window, opened it and prepared herself to the inevitable confrontation with her friend.

-{6.3.4}-

Harr was in the twilight between awakening and sleepiness, a partly sleeping state in a way. He was seeing Sirius falling throught the veil, looking at his nephew.

"Help me! Why aren't you coming to save me, why did you came here, why did you brought me here, why did you killed me." Harry was trying to get to Sirius, but he was unable to do so, two people were holding him.

"Let me go! I want to help him, I want to save him!" he said, looking at the people holding him, just to see that he wasn't held anymore, Remus was.

Remus threatening him, looking at him with his eyes full of sorrow and hate, being hold by Bill and Moody.

"POTTER! YOU DIRTY CREATURE! COME HERE SO I CAN SKIN YOU ALIVE!" and Harry couldn't move, he couldn't back up, he was stupefied by terror and fear. He take a look at Bill, who was giving him a strange stare.

"You know Potter, I will fulfill one of your dearest wish, you wanted to see Death up-close, now look at the sky!"

Harry watched, terrified, the full moon being unveiled as the clouds was moving away from the celestial sphere. He then heard Remus howling, he turned his gaze upon his former teacher, noted filled with horror that Bill and Moody wasn't holding Remus anymore. He was now in a circle, made of the Weasley, Tonks, Hermione, Dumbeldore and all those who had known and loved Sirius, and he was in the center, with an enraged werewolf. All he could decern outside the circle was a cemetary, they were all in a cemetary, and a little bit further, he was able to see a now sinister mansion, the Riddle Manor. He crawled to Dumbledore, implored the headmaster to help him before the werewolf killed him. The old wizard didn't even look at him, he just pushed him away with his foot. Harry looked around, and ran to Ron, and begged his friend to help him.

"Why? So I would die like anybody who cross your path? Dead? Get away from me!"

Harry looked away, only to be at the feet of Sirius.

"You fancy yourself a hero, well, if you continue like this, one day you'll really be one. Only, a hero is alone, you should understand that, you should leave them instead of killing everybody who care about you!"

Harry felt his feet being pulled, Remus, in his werewolf form, was starting to bite his legs. He was thrown on the other side of the circle, rose his eyes to see his father and mother looking at him.

"We gave our life for you! The only way you found to thank us was to send upon a premature death my best friend?" Harry was again thrown away by Moony to the middle of the circle. He could now feel the hoarse breathing of the werewolf on his neck. Trying to flee all this, the survivor closed his eyes and he felt immediately like someone was trying to pull his brain appart. Voldemort was there, right before him, his face blurred but easily recognizable.

"Come with me Potter, join my glorious army and our rightful rebellion. You and me are the same, it's only a fate fluke that you're not a Slytherin. We are of the same species, we share the same blood. Come and rejoin your brothers." But there was something that wasn't right. Harry realise he was now on the other side of the veil.

-{6.3.5}-

Hermione made as little noise as possible putting her broom near the window. She turned her gaze upon Harry, who looked like he was asleep, looked like he as in the middle of a nightmare. When she got closer, she saw it wasn't a nightmare. Harry had both eyes wide open, was holding himself as tightly as possible, in a foetal position, shaking from head to toes.

"… just look at me please… Sirius, help me… I didn't want… I'm sorry… don't kill me Moony… it's not what I wanted... mom…please… "

Hermione felt her heart doing a complete turn on itself in her chest, before breaking in half. It was way worse than what she had prepared herself to. She slowly came closer to her friend.

"No Remus please… No I'm not like you… No… "

Harry suddently woke up from his torpor when he heard Hermione near him. He looked at her a couple of seconds, his brain seemed to reboot itself, and when that was done, Harry's face went from dumbstruck to furious.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET AWAY FROM ME! GO BACK HOME!"

"Harry it's not your fault, Sirius choose to go there, he decided to go, he's dead protecting someone he loved, it's what he would've wanted "

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU! I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO REPEAT IT TO YOU?!"

"Harry, you would've done the same thing for him, except him, he wouldn't lock himself in his room, not talking to anybody and doing self-mutilation, looking to punish himself for something he isn't responsible!"

"NOT RESPONSIBLE! SO TELL ME WHO COULD BE RESPONSIBLE EXCEPT ME! IT WAS BECAUSE OF ME HE WAS THERE, IT'S BECAUSE OF ME HE'S DEAD!"

"AND WHY DID YOU WENT THERE HARRY? TO SAVE HIM, THE SAME THING THAT BROUGHT HIM THERE. IT'S VOLDEMORT WHO BROUGHT YOU THERE!"

"IT'S ME THAT WAS… I'M RESPONSIBLE… IT'S ME WHO…"

"No Harry, you got it all wrong. Voldemort is a lot more responsible then you for Sirius's death. Bellatrix is more responsible then you in the death of his cousin. Sirius choose to go there, knowing all the risks and odds, because he cared a lot about you."

"BUT… BUT…" and Harry let himself fall on the floor, started to cry, crying like he hadn't done for years. Hermione took him in her arms,gently soothing him, whispering wise and tender words in his ears until he got himself back under control.

"It's my fault you almost died Hermione, why are you still here? You would be better off far away from me. Everybody I love end up dead…"

"Harry, it's not your fault I was in the department of mystery, it was mine. I decided to go, it was my decision, my responsibility so don't try to put the blame on yourself. Stop feeling guilty over all misfortures that fall upon you."

The two youg teenagers stayed silents, both lost in their own thoughts. Hermione was still holding Harry in her arms and after a short time lapse, he felt asleep, and for the first time since Sirius's death, he enjoyed a peaceful sleep. Half an hour later, Hermione took Harry as gently as she could, trying not to wake him up, and drag him to his bed where she put him as confortable as she could. She stayed there for some time, and after a while, making sure Harry was deeply asleep, she moved the numerous piece of furniture barricading the room's door, and went to her room, where she was fast asleep, enjoying the few hours remaining to the night.

-{6.3.6}-

13h30 was the time, and Molly was really starting to be worried. Sure, she was always worried about William having an accident in a remote tomb, Charlie being eaten by a dragon, Percy being eaten by a stack of paperwork, Fred and George not going back to school, Ronald deciding it would be a wicked move to block a quaffle with his head and Ginerva deciding to flirt with a Malfoy, but today she was worrying sick about her almost-son, Harry. Not only didn't he came for dinner, he didn't seem to have eaten a breakfast either. Worrying wasn't an occupation reserved to Molly that day, almost everybody in Grimmauld Place was in different states of anxiety. Almost, because strangely, Hermione, the same girl that yesterday was the most desesperated and worried, today seem to be calm and serene. Molly was still debating if it would do more good then bad to force Harry's door, Hermione wasn't the only one to have tested the barricade that had became the door to the master bedroom. She didn't have to try her chance again when she saw Harry in the stair, yawnng. He looked a lot better then the last few days, meaning he no longer looked like an inferi being used as a bludger in a quidditch game between slytherin and gryffondor. Now, he just looked like an inferi, minus the quidditch.

"Hello Molly, is there any leftover from the dinner somewhere I could eat if it's not too much of an hassle?"

"No problem my dear Harry, just take a seat I will bring you something" She said, going to the refrigerator, taking some leftover she have kept specially for him, heated them with a family house charm and brought them to Harry.

"Here you go. It's not as good as if it's fresh cooked, but if you don't want to eat reheated meal you should make sure to come to eat at the same time as everybody else." She said.

"Thanks"

When he had finished his plate, Harry caused a major surprise to almost everyone in the house, again Hermione being the exception, she was more happy then surprised, by not going immediately to his room but going in the living room with the rest of the Weasley family. Sure, he wasn't in a talkative state, talking only when asking a question, and his answer was real shorts one, like "yes", "no", "I don't know", but it was a beginning. He stayed an hour before going back to his room.

The following days, Harry stayed more and more outside his room, his answers began to lengthen and became more elaborate. He was going back to Harry Potter, the-one-they-all-knew-and-liked.

A/N. Harry's dream was pretty hard to write, I don't know if it feel right. Tell me what you think of it. Thanks! (Still looking for a beta :P)