Disclaimer: I in no way own Harry Potter (or Wizards of Waverly Place (since I'll be using some spells from that show in this story)) If I did, I would certainly not be on here :)

A/N: I know in the last chapter I said a chapter a week and that was clear back in february or something like that, but no joke like two days later my life got hella busy, and I haven't had much time to write, but when I have had time I have been working on an update. Now this also isn't my only story, so if any of you read my other stories, I'm hoping to have a new chapter for both Sorcery At Twilight and Music is The Best Kind of Magic up with in the week sometime. I make no promises though. Hope you like this chapter, it is almost 20 pages in 11 point font on Word, so I hope it makes up for the lack of posts :)

Chapter Three!

Bright. There was simply no other way to explain the strength of light in his room. Harry knew he had been in a magically induced coma for two days, he also knew that when he opened his eyes he would be in a high security room in St. Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies. However, he was in no hurry to open his eyes. The young Gryffindor could feel all of his magic coursing through his veins and he knew that this was how he should have felt all along. He heard someone sigh from the other side of the room and tried to focus in on them, see if he could hear anything else in the room.

"Come on Potter, the nurse said you should have woken up fifteen minutes ago!" He heard the visitor mutter under their breath. When he placed the voice he smiled, only Draco would be upset that he hadn't woken up yet. If it had been Hermione or Luna they would be sitting there holding his hand and telling him how they were happy that he was getting some peaceful rest even if it was magically induced.

"Malfoy, feel like making it a little more dim in here?" Was the only thing he mumbled. Of course, he scared the blonde in the process and heard him fall very ungracefully off his chair. This was able to draw a chuckle from the slightly parched lips. Though as soon as Draco had his composure back he took out his wand and extinguished several of the lights around the room. This earned him a contented sigh from the patient on the bed.

"You have a meeting today at two at Gringotts. I should go call your Trisha before she tans my hide for not calling her the second you woke up." With a quick wink, the blonde disappeared from the room and could be heard shouting to someone down the hall. After a minute or two the tall Slytherin returned with a woman in healers robes in by his side. "I told you I wasn't lying when I said he was awake!" Draco muttered before resuming his seat next to the window.

"Alright mister lets test your magic to see if you need to rest a bit more or if you're free to go. Do you know what your PLN was before?" Upon asking this she got two identical blank stares from the boys and the healer sighed. "I think it's time that a healer from St. Mungos does the beginning of the year check-ups. Seems to me, Dumbledore must have his healer under some serious spell work if they don't even tell you your PLN. I mean really, it should be one of the first things a student learns about when entering a magical school, that way they know how much magic they can use before they exhaust themselves." While she continued muttering she sat Draco down on the bed next to Harry and cast a spell on him. An illuminated number 97 appeared over his chest.

"Pardon me Trisha, but what does PLN stand for, and is 97 a good one to have?" The blonde asked her. She stared at the boy for a moment like he had two heads before remembering that they hadn't been taught properly when they entered Hogwarts.

"Well Draco, PLN stands for Power Level Number. The range of Power is from 0 to 120. A muggle has a level of 0, a squib is 1-25, a low level wizard is 26 – 40 and a mid power wizard is 41 – 70. Now you're 97 is on the high end. In fact, very few people have a PLN of over 85. That's why the numbers 71 – 85 are thought to be high level and 86 – 120 are considered mage level. The only living person who has a PLN over 85, at least that is documented is Dumbledore and his PLN is 87. In fact if I remember correctly the Dark Lord's PLN was only 82. So he wasn't even considered a mage." After her explanation, she gauged the response on both boys' faces. She could tell that Draco was ecstatic to find out he was more powerful than Dumbledore. Harry had an indifferent face on, though she could see in his eyes that he was happy for his friend.

"Alright, so is there anything special I should know about my Power Level?" Draco asked politely, while trying to keep his mirth in.

"At the moment no, however the Goblin's will likely want to test you to see if your are the heir to any of the old families. While you're a Malfoy, you could very well be the heir to a family long thought to have died out. As far as I know, no Malfoy has ever had higher than a 75 for a power level." Draco smirked at this information. He knew he was stronger than his father but to be in a whole different Power Level than him, well that just made his day.

Seeing that Draco was done with questions she looked at Harry. He nodded once to let her know he was ready and then closed his eyes. For a moment he didn't think she'd done anything, that is until he heard two identical gasps and an "eep" that sounded more masculine than feminine. "Harry, do you ever do anything the easy way?" The ice prince asked after a moment. Finally the raven haired beauty opened his eyes and saw the number over his chest, his eyes became saucers instantly.

"How can that be my PLN, I thought you said Draco's was the highest one!" Staring back at him in beautiful blue script were three numbers. 120.

"Well they were, until I did the spell on you. If you want I can have someone else come and do the spell, make sure it's not a fluke, but I think it's safe to say, we now know why you are the only one who ever stopped the killing curse." She sat down in a chair next to his bed and stared at him for a few moments. She could tell he was having an internal battle and finally saw him shake his head.

"No. I trust you. I just didn't want another thing about me to be out of the ordinary. I guess I never can be just Harry." After a few more minutes of silence, the green eyes turned to look at the rooms other two occupants. "Trisha, would you like to come work for me as my personal healer, to look after Draco, a few of my other friends and me? I don't know how much I will be able to pay you, probably not much, but I think in the coming war, we're going to need a healer in our midst's. As much as I love Healer Pomfrey, I believe you're theory is right and she may need to see a healer to be able to be a proper healer again." After his question he stayed silent and waited. He remembered her telling him that she had once been his families personal healer and that she'd known his parents, so he hoped, with all his heart, that she would accept.

The room stayed quiet for several long minutes. During that time, Draco couldn't stop thinking about how both he and Harry were more powerful than their headmaster. He knew that Dumbledore probably knew this all along, and that was probably why both of them had power blocks on them that should have been removed when they started schooling. Then something else registered in his head. Trisha had said that they should have been told their PLN at the beginning of each year when they had their yearly check up with Pomfrey. As far as he knew, there was no yearly check up, at least not for the Slytherin's there weren't.

"Wait, what yearly check up? The only checkups we've ever had were the ones we get when we get injured or sick." Of course as soon as he broke the silence the young snake wished he hadn't. That one question made Trisha livid.

"No yearly check up? Then why has St. Mungos been receiving the reports for 500 children's well beings! Are you to tell me, that you have never once stepped foot in the infirmary unless you were injured somehow or went there on your own accord for a pepper up potion? Neither of you?" Both boys shook their head and the healer turned red. Silver met Emerald, and both boys knew that there were going to be changes at the school, changes that both thought would turn out to be quite helpful.

After this realization, Trisha told them they were free to go, and that she would be in contact with them about the personal healer job. She then left the room to talk to her boss about sending a team of healers to Hogwarts to check each staff member and also to give each staff member a pendant that blocked compulsion charms. The boys both stared after her for a moment before deciding they were free to go.

"I stopped by the Cauldron on my way back from getting my mom situated at Remus' place. I picked up all our things, and paid Tom for the extra nights as well as the extra secrecy we had him use. So all your things are over there, your trunk was delivered so I took the liberty of putting everything away. Did you know your library came fully stocked? There's three sections, which are distinguishable by the color of the book shelves. There's "Light magic" or what we learn at Hogwarts, and then there's "Grey Magic" which is what we would learn if Dumbledore weren't in charge, and then there's "Dark Magic" which is magic that the ministry put a ban on because they don't understand it." While Draco was explaining, Harry had gotten out of bed and wandered over to his new trunk, he decided that while he was going to be at a Wizarding bank, he wanted to wear muggle clothes, and so he put on a pair of his black skinny jeans, and a deep green button up shirt, paired with his leather jacket and a pair of black high top Chuck Taylor's. After a moment he decided that he should do something with his hair that was now a bit too long for his taste, so he set about giving himself a haircut. When he was done his hair was short, but not excessively so. It hung loosely, and was just covering the top of his ears on the sides.

Pleased with his hair he vanished the pieces that had been cut off and turned to look at Draco. Apparently he hadn't given the blonde enough warning because he was just standing there staring at Harry with his mouth open and eyes wide.

"Drake, is there something wrong? Do I not look presentable?" Before he knew what was happening the Slytherin started circling him, twice to be exact, before stopping in front of him and smiling.

"And here I thought you had absolutely no idea about fashion all these years! You can dress yourself! Oh now I won't worry about you all alone in the Gryffindor dorms this year!" The ice prince said in a fake girl voice. Harry rolled his eyes, this year was already turning out to be better than any other and it hadn't even started yet. He knew that eventually he and Draco would have a fight, probably over something stupid. However, he also knew that at least this time the names and slurs wouldn't have malice behind them, well not the same kind anyway. When they finally had their first fight as friends there would be an intent to hurt the other, but not from loathing, just because that's how fights work.

When both boys were ready to go, they walked out of the hospital room and down to the floo access in the main lobby. Just as they were about to floo to the Leaky Cauldron to access Diagon Alley, Fawkes showed up with a letter for Harry.

Dear Harry

I must implore upon you the importance that you return to your relative's home. You are in great danger, you know the prophecy and that means that Voldemort might as well. He could gain the information from your mind. Please return to your aunt's home at once, that is where you are safe. It is not time for you to be playing these childish games.

Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Supreme Mugwump of the International confederacy of Wizards

Chief Warlock of the British Wizengamot

"Is he serious? If Voldemort has my blood I'm safer just about anywhere but there, and on top of that he knows that Voldemort won't enter my mind anymore because of what happened at the fucking ministry!" Harry fumed and the letter in his hand caught on fire. Fawkes trilled and settled on Harry's shoulder. For a moment both boys were shocked, but they then decided to go with the flow and decided to accept Fawkes as a new part of their growing contingency. "Dray come here and hold on to Fawkes." The raven haired lion said softly as he walked to an unused corner of the room. When Draco joined him and had a gentle grip on Fawkes' tail, Harry whispered to the song bird and he flashed the two young boys to the steps of Gringotts Bank.

"Your appointment is with Director Ragkon and Head of the Potter estates Clerk Griphook." Draco said to the somewhat dazed Harry. The Potter heir was trying to remember everything he'd read about phoenix's after his encounter with Fawkes in his second year.

"Alright, let's get this over with, before Dumbledore realizes that his phoenix has left him in favor of forming a bond with me." Was the mumbled reply that the-boy-who-lived gave to his blonde counterpart. For his part, the blonde merely nodded and followed his new friend into the bank. As the two boys entered the bank they noticed something that neither had ever seen before, the bank was completely empty, save for them and the goblins. "I wonder why no one is in here, there were plenty of people in the alley." Harry mused aloud before moving forward again.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, My. Malfoy, right on schedule. Director Ragnok and Goblin Clerk Griphook are waiting for you through those doors." An unknown goblin said, indicating to two large doors at the end of the hall. The two boys bowed low and bared their necks to show respect and trust to the goblin, who was so shocked he fell off his seat behind the counter. For their part, the boys both held in their laughter even if they were very amused by the goblin.

"Never in my long life has any wizard, let alone two with such political power, such as yourselves, shown such respect and trust. Thank you, may your finances never be in question."

"And may your enemies never see the edge of your blade until it is too late, great goblin warrior." Two voices said in unison, sounding a lot like the Weasley twins to the amusement of the boys.

"Please, call me Trog." The boys smiled, they finally had a name from the goblin.

"Then I must insist that you call me Harry, not Mr. Potter, please."

"And I, Draco, not Mr. Malfoy." The goblin gave what could possibly be interpreted as a smile and bowed before returning to his work. The boys knowing they had been dismissed walked step in step to the end of the hall and knocked on the door four times, as is customary in goblin traditions when entering a room unannounced. They heard a faint, but strong "enter" and then proceeded to do so. When in front of the bank director and clerk, they repeated the process of bowing low, making sure their necks were bared to their goblin counterparts. Both goblins burst out laughing and the one sitting in the throne handed the one standing two gold pieces that looked different than galleons.

"Thank you both for your trust and respect, though I wish you hadn't done that. I've just had to pay Griphook here, the equivalent of G200 in goblin currency." The two teens looked a little sheepish, and Griphook gave a goblin smile. After that things settled down and the boys were instructed to sit down as it would be a long meeting. The first thing they were to attend to was making Draco the Malfoy head of house. Since his father had been incarcerated for being affiliated with a banned group by the ministry of magic, he gave up all titles and they passed to his son, and the goblins would see that this was carried out so that that Voldemort would lose one of his greatest sources of gold. None of his other followers had the same political or monetary value to the deranged man as Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange, and here both vaults would be forfeit to their heir, Draco Malfoy.

"Now Mr. Malfoy, as you know your aunt and her husband never had any children, but as they have to have an heir in their wills, and the goblins will not make a will that lists Tom Riddle or as he's more commonly known, Lord Voldemort, to be listed in a will, unless it is to wish his death and removal from this earth, they had no choice but to go to the next in line for their bloodline, and that is you. As you are the eldest Black to be born in your generation." Here the goblin waited a few minutes for Draco to understand what he was saying. Griphook had little doubt that the Malfoy scion had no idea that he was the heir to the Lestrange family vault and properties. When he decided that he had allotted enough time to mull it over, he continued. "Now, your uncle has been recaptured and put in Azkaban, and your aunt is a wanted escapee, both have been charged with being a part of the banned group known as "Death Eaters." As is part of the treaty between wizards and goblins, we will now put their wills into effect. Anyone trying to contend this will find themselves in prison for trying to break a treaty that is over 250 years old." Harry looked at Ragnok while Griphook was talking and saw the grin that spread across his face. The snake in lions fur had faced down Voldemort and never once had he been scared but seeing the bank director give that grin, Harry was scared.

Griphook handed a scroll to Ragnok who nodded and then held it in the air. After a moment the scroll activated and started to speak, much like a letter from the MoM.

I, Rrodolphus LeStrange, being of sound mind and body, do hereby call this my last Will and Testament, all others shall be void and as such, only the bequeaths mentioned in this document shall be valid.

To my lovely wife Bellatrix, I leave the knowledge that you could have had as many children as you wanted if you would have stopped screwing our master long enough to realize that I truly loved you. You're an unhinged bat and I hope that you die with the last image in your mind being that of our lord fucking your whore of a sister, because she is the one that he truly desires.

To my brother-in-law Lucius Malfoy, I leave you the entire armory in my dungeon training room. Use it on the mudbloods, it's all poisoned and magicked to not heal properly and there's a dagger that will dig the word mudblood into ones arm and it will not heal by magic.

To my sister-in-law Narcissa, you were a good fuck and I am so glad that your sister was crazy and your husband a blind fool because I truly enjoyed raping the hell out of you. If your three true bond mates ever find out what I did to you I hope that they kill you. I leave you my memories of the events so that you can relive them; I think you enjoyed them more than you let on.

Lastly, to my nephew Draco Malfoy, I must have an heir and since you are the closest I'll ever have to a son, you are it. Therefore, I leave you all of my worldly possessions and titles. You should probably have the vaults combined in to one and rekeyed so your aunt has no access, let her fail our master I don't care anymore. Oh and if you go through with your plan to ensnare the stupid potter brat, at least make sure to rub it in my lord's face because I love to piss off that stupid half-blood.

As I have stated, so mote it be.

The room was deathly quiet. No one wanted to say anything for fear of setting Draco off after hearing his mother had been raped and that it had occurred with the knowledge that she had bondmates that could kill her for her treachery and then the bastard had the nerve to suggest that she liked it.

"I want that fuckers head on a fucking spike! I don't care how it's accomplished, it will happen." With that he took the Lestrange family ring and it resized to his finger, recognizing him as the head of house. "Great, now I'm a head of house, let's get the rest of this over with." The blonde mumbled and then looked back at the two goblins and Harry. Griphook handed Ragnok the Malfoy will. Again the scroll came to life after a moment.

I, Lucius Malfoy being of sound mind and body do hereby call this my last Will and testament, all others are hereby void and have no magical binding.

To my wife Narcissa, I would like to first apologize. It was not my idea to have you marry me, I loved you, as a sister. I'm sorry that I was not a better husband to you, but I knew that you were bonded to not one, but three other men and I let my jealousy of you having found true love cloud my judgment. I leave to you and your bonded the custody of our son, and the sum of 15 million galleons. You may also have your pick of two of the Malfoy chalets in France; I know how much you loved it there.

To my dear friend Severus, I know you are one of my wife's bond mates, which is why I named you as godfather of Draco. I want you and your other bonded to adopt him, make him your legal heir, he may now have the financial stability he needs, but he needs the stability that having not one, but three fathers can bring him. I know you will treat him far better than I ever could. I leave to you all of my substantial alcohol collection. I also leave you an additional 5 million galleons to do with as you see fit, but please make sure Narcissa gets to marry the three of you and is happy.

To Remus Lupin, I may hate you, but I know it is because of your…affliction…that the woman that was forced to marry me was able to find true love and that she has survived her life with me is testament to how strong that love truly is. Take care of her. Not only do I entrust her safety to you, but also the safety of my most precious gift, my son. He may have the Malfoy arrogance but he is a far better man than I could ever be, and with you to guide him I know he will become the great man he is destined to be. To help with these tasks, I leave you 5 million galleons. For god's sake buy yourself some presentable clothing!

To Sirius Black, your brother wrote me a letter shortly before he died and told me what was going on, I've been working to finish his mission and I now leave that mission to you. There is a locket in your ancestral home that the family house elf helped Regulus to retrieve. The locket will only open for your godson as he is the only one who can speak parseltongue. However DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES OPEN THIS WITH OUT KNOWING HOW TO CONTROL FIEND FYRE OR THE SWORD OF GODRIC GRYFFINDOR READY! This is terribly important. You must listen. The Dark Lord has created some devices that I dare not even say the name of, however they house part of his soul. I've done research over the years and I know what they are. There is a letter for you and your godson detailing what and where they are as well as what protections are around them. Finish this mission, and then train your godson, the dark lord must be stopped.

To Harry Potter, my son's heart is fragile but I trust you to take care of it properly. I know that I have not always been the best father, but I have always done the best that I could. It is now up to you to take care of my son, and if he hasn't decided to tell you yet, I know for a fact he loves you, and not just loves to torment you, but honestly loves you. Please get to know him, and at the very least be his friend. Though I know you don't need it, I bequeath to you, 10 million galleons.

Finally, to my son, Draco Malfoy, I leave you your birthright. You are my heir, the only contender for the Malfoy family Lordship, and all the monetary value that comes with it. You my son have done a misled man proud. I know that this will never change the things I've put you and your mother through, but I honestly hope that you will bring the prestige back to the Malfoy name. I know now that the dark lord was not the correct man to follow, and if I could go back and change it, I have every hope that I would. I want you to know that no matter what I've said in the past, or may say in the future if I am alive and this will is being read due to incarceration, I am proud of you, and I love you. Never forget that my Dragon, never forget that.

When this scroll ended Draco Malfoy had tears in his eyes and for the first time in his life, he wasn't afraid to show them. His father had told him he was proud of him. That was all the young snake ever wanted, was to know he had done something, anything, that had made his father proud of him. The goblin's did not miss the subtle way Harry maneuvered his hand to Draco's middle back to calm him, nor did they miss the loving gaze in the raven haired boy's eyes. Both bank elders knew that when the two wizards succumbed to their mutual feelings, they would be a force to reckon with.

"Harry, I'm sorry you had to find out this way." The blonde muttered before turning slightly away from the rest of the group. Harry just shrugged and motioned for the two goblins to continue with their proceedings.

"Draco, please put on the Malfoy ring so you will be recognized as Lord Malfoy and able to rebuild your family's name." Draco nodded somberly and put on his family ring. When it refit to his hand and blended with the Lestrange ring, he gave a faint smile so that he wouldn't cry anymore. After a few moments of collecting himself the new Malfoy-LeStrange head of house nodded at the goblins to show he was ready for them to continue. Ragnok in turn gave his own nod and then turned to Harry.

"Now Mr. Potter, these are the wills of your parents, and I know you must be wondering why there are two instead of three as everyone would have you believe your godfather has perished, but this is not true and shall be explained after the reading of your parents wills. Also we will discuss ways for you to clear your godfathers name when he is returned to you." If Harry was shocked at how much the bank director knew, he didn't show it. He merely nodded and looked to the far corner of the room, unlike Malfoy, he was not going to even try to conceal his tears, he knew this would be hard.

I, James Potter, being of sound mind and body do hereby state this is my last will and testament, all others are hereby null and void and any bequeaths in them not mentioned in this article are no longer to be kept.

Before I begin, I'd like to state that we knew our death was coming, and that Mooney, and Padfoot are to find that traitorous rat Pettigrew and make sure he fucking pays. I should not have been taken from my son when he was so young, but Lily should not have been taken from this earth even more.

Now, on to the fun shall we?

To Remus Lupin, Mooney you have been like a brother to me, and I love you for it. However, I hate how bloody noble you are. I wish you would have let me buy you some proper robes my friend. Everyone deserves to have nice clothes, even people who have been outcast by their family for something that was said family's fault anyway. So, to you my brother in arms, I leave FIFTEEN million galleons with the explicit rule that you are to spend at least a million of it on a whole new wardrobe (I mean both wizard and muggle my boy.) Also, I know that Sirius is his godfather, but as much as I love ol' Padfoot, I want my son to be smart too, and not just full of pranks, which I'm sure he'll learn plenty of from the two of you, but please make sure he focuses on his studies and becomes just as smart as his mother. Now as for the mission that was set upon you at the birth of our second child; I want you to continue being the best damn godfather you damn well can be, Merlin knows my little Luna will need you in the future. She'll need her uncle Moony to keep her uncle's Padfoot and Shadow in line! Of course before you can do that, you must find her, I have a lead from one of our contacts that Dumbledore placed her with the Lovegood's. Now, I know that Vanessa is a good woman, but her husband is just as eccentric as that blasted headmaster only in a different way, you must get her Moony. Cherish her Moony, one day she will be just as bright as her mother was.

To Sirius Black, if Mooney is a brother, you my dear friend are my twin; I don't know what I would have done without you Siri. You helped me get the girl of my dreams, and you helped me reconnect with my half brother. I know we were horrible to him, and I also know you and Remus kept a secret regarding him, just take care of him Siri, he acts strong, but we know differently. To you I leave one of my most prized possessions, my only son. I know you don't need it, so I won't be leaving you any money, I'll leave it to people who truly need it.

To Severus Snape-Black-Lupin, Yes little brother I know that you and my two best friends are in a unregistered quartet. I leave to you, your birthright, as my mother and your mother are one in the same I leave you the Prince Estate, and I also leave you the title of Lord Prince, Harry won't need any more titles, and as my little girl I, well, a girl, she can't hold the title. Plus you deserve to carry the name of our mother more than the name of that bastard who raped her. Now don't get me wrong Sev, I love you, but I would have rathered you to be in my home growing up rather than with him. I know you will never admit it, but when you're ready to talk to someone about it, Siri and you have a lot more in common then you may think. Now I leave you with a mission brother mine. I leave you the mission to be happy, and let the other three in your bond make you happy; god knows you'll need some happiness in the coming years. Oh, and for godsake, use your new inheritance to buy some clothes with color in them! I love you little brother, and just so you know, mum was always mad proud of you. Told me every chance she got.

To Albus Dumbledore, I leave the box of broken eggs in my vault, I'm sure they have gotten quite ripe by the time this is being read. Stay out of my families lives old man. I wish you many, many years of unhappiness.

To Petunia Evans, I release you of your magical bindings that Dumbledore has placed on you. You know longer have to stay with that abusive man, and you are free to go find your wizard, we know he's still waiting for you. In order to start your life over I leave you with 1 million galleons. I know your sister is leaving you some money as well, and that when you reclaim it, you'll be very well off with the vault your grandparents left you.

To the Weasley family, barring William and Charles, and the twins that are only a couple years old. You're all abominations and sad excuses for pure-bloods. I know that Arthur had a different choice for who he wanted to marry, and I know that she still loves him. Go get your Scottish Lass, Arthur. Be damned with family ties, if what we have unearthed is true, the only ones who are truly yours are those previously mentioned. Please my friend, go get your witch. Tell that Prewitt bitch to go get stuffed and take your children and have a family with the right gal. You both deserve happiness.

Now, to my Luna-star, my beautiful baby girl, if everything else has happened as we think it will (having a personal seer is dead useful)then you have grown up not knowing that you are a Potter, that ends now. I hereby reclaim you to my family, and make you once more Luna-Star Lilly Potter. I leave you the task of making sure your brother doesn't get into too much mischief and of course, keeping all those nasty girls away from him. I already know who he's destined to be with and it is not a female. I can't leave you the head of family, that is your brothers, but I will leave you all the books of female magic in the Potter library. There are some magics that can only be done by a female, as they require a "woman's touch" as your mother calls it. Don't worry though; there are special instructions in the family vault for your brother to make sure you have a nice sized dowry.

Finally, to my son, Harrison James Potter, I leave you your birthright my son. If what we have been told is true then you will not hear this until you have been completely settled into the Dumbledore camp. My son, a lot of this will probably makes no sense to you. I'll let your mum explain she's better at it than I am, but please, trust Siri and Remy, and if you ever come across that traitorous rat (and I know you will) please, don't give him the satisfaction of seeing you become a murderer. Avenge our deaths by freeing your godfather. I wish the testimony of a dead man would do this, but unfortunately, just before you were born I had a very…heated argument with the minister and since then he seems determined to see to it that our family loses everything. If you have to meet Cornelius at any time, make sure and tell him that he really shouldn't sleep with amphibious creatures (as I'm sure you'll know exactly who I'm talking about) as it leads to all sorts of diseases.

So I have said, so it shall be done. LONG LIVE THE MARAUDERS!

Harry was positively shocked at the information contained within his fathers' will. Of course, with the information he'd learned over the last few days, nothing truly shocked him anymore, well except this. He never expected Snape to be his uncle. Though, now he would really have to check the man for those spells, not that he wouldn't have to anyway, something was driving the bat of the dungeons away from his mates, and he knew that something was Dumbledore. It was always that meddlesome old wizard.

"Let's get my mom's will out of the way before we do anything else." The Potter family heir mumbled more to himself than to the other occupants of the room. Though, the two goblins and his Slytherin compatriot did hear him, and so began the will of one Lily Potter nee Evans.

I, Lillian Shandell Potter, do hereby claim this to be my last will and testament. Any other version, previously written is hereby null and void, and those bequeaths should be considered wasted ink on perfectly good parchment.

To Severus Tobias Snape, My dearest friend. We played our parts well Sev, and I know it was the hardest thing for you to do, pretending that we weren't friends for that old man. Just know that I never once stopped loving you. You were the best friend a girl could ask for. You showed me the real world that I belong to, far before anyone else was going to bother. I'm glad that I played a part in helping reunite you with your brother, even if he was a right prat about it at first. At least you know he loved you when he died. Now, to you I leave the role of making sure that my son keeps a level head and doesn't let his fame get to him. I know what Dumbledore is going to try to do, and I won't stand for my son being a martyr. The answer is that lovely potion you tell all first years will put a stopper in death. I also leave you the job of making sure my daughter is well protected. I know that bastard Lovegood will try something, he's a sick and twisted man Sev, bring my little girl back to her family. To you Severus, I leave 1 million galleons from the Evans estate. Turns out I wasn't so muggleborn after all.

To Remus Lupin, Moony; please let the love heal you. If you finish the bond, the transformation won't hurt so much anymore, or it might go away completely. You would still be a werewolf, but true love, especially one of you nature, can stop the transformation so that you won't hurt your mates. Now to you I leave a mission. Find Greyback and rip his throat out. Become Alpha and make them see that his way is wrong and that if they don't try to kill everyone then people will accept them and they'll be able to find their mates. I also leave you the mission of healing my daughters' broken soul. Be the Godfather I knew you would be when I assigned you the job. I leave you 5 million galleons from the Evans estate. Do me proud Moony.

To Sirius Black, IF I MEET YOU BEFORE HARRY IS AT LEAST 75 I SWEAR I WILL SEND YOU BACK JUST SO I CAN HAVE YOU STRUCK DOWN WITH LIGHTNING, DO YOU HEAR ME DOGMAN? Now that I've threatened you into submission, take care of our boys Padfoot. All of them. Especially the older two, they'll need you to be there for them just like you'll need them to be there for you. Go find that lovely blonde woman and lock her in your bedroom until the four of you are well and sated. For all the trouble you're worth, I love you Pads, and I know you'll be the best Godfather in the world (Next to Remus of course.) I won't be leaving you any money; the Blacks have more money than the Evans' could ever have wished to have.

To Minerva McGonagall, I'm sorry I left so soon Minnie. I know that you'll need me over the next few years while you recover still from the shock of what we learned, just never stop loving him, please. I know he broke your heart, but remember it was that bitch Prewitt. I know you hate when I use vulgar language, but it had to be said. Please, take him to St. Mungo's and have him checked. I'm sure he's been beating himself up internally trying to escape her clutches ever since she kidnapped him. Go get your man back Minnie, everyone deserves to be happy, especially you. I know you'll love his boys as if they were you own, as they should have been. Do the world a favor and have yourself a baby, just so you can have proof of your love. I leave you 7 million galleons. That should be plenty to start a new life with Arty and his boys.

To Petunia Evans, I refuse to acknowledge that marriage of yours because it's not the one you wanted. I know that you really wanted to marry Regulus. I also know that he is currently residing in the muggle world under the alias Ricky O'Dell. Find him my sister; you deserve happiness, and not an abusive fat pig that you were forced with because of Dumbledore. If you take your son to a healer they can reverse the spell that was put on him to make him look like that whale and the one placed on him to only gain weight never lose. They can also unbind his magic. I wish I could leave you the Evans estate, but you know of that stupid stipulation our great many times over grandmother put into effect stating only the second child can inherit the title, and that it must be a girl. I will however leave you 10 million galleons Tuny. Take care of yourself please, and make peace with Harry, explain everything that has happened and be a good aunt to him and Luna.

To my son, Harrison James Potter, oh my baby boy I love you! I know that everyone is going to be wondering just how your father and I know the things we've mentioned in our wills, well the answer is one that I will tell you. I am a seer, but not just a seer like that bat Trelawney that Dumbledore found to teach divination recently, no I am a true seer, and with the proper training, which I've received, a true seer can use their power for just about anything. So your father and I knew that we were going to die. We planned it right down to the final act of magic, which is not a blood sacrifice, but a love sacrifice. I gave my life so that yours would be spared, and I know I'm not the only mother that did this in the war, but I am the only mother who did the proper research and performed the ritual that goes with it. A lot of what has been said can only be explained by the people it was said too, but ask them, and they will explain it. Your father and I love you Harry, know that, and remember we know all about your life, and that includes a young Malfoy, we approve and never let anyone tell you differently. After you hear this I want you to go straight to the castle, claim it as yours and tell that meddlesome fool Dumbledore that his greatest weakness is thinking that only the living can talk. I leave you my son, the knowledge in my trunk, including memories, books, scrolls, pictures; anything you can lay your hands on in that trunk is yours. It is currently in your father's personal vault, but after our death it will be in the Potter family vault. Take care of yourself and your sister my son. Always remember, no matter what happens, even if it's something that I haven't seen, your father and I will always be proud of you, and love you for who you are.

Lastly, to my daughter, my beautiful Luna-star. Oh sweetie I am so sorry we failed in getting you back. There was nothing that I could have done, when we saw that he'd taken you to Lovegood's residence, it was too late to warn Remus, and we were due to expire in less than an hour, we couldn't mess up the destiny we had foreseen, I'd tried to see a future where it was possible for us to survive, but every one ended with us dying anyway, or the dark side winning and that would have been catastrophic. I'm sorry for what you've had to go through honey. I want you to know that no matter what you decide to do in the future, your father and I love you. We always have, and we didn't stop searching for you. Unfortunately we couldn't get the information out to anyone about where you were, but I'm sure they've never stopped looking for you. Please my sweet angel, find it in yourself to forgive them, and watch over your brother, he may be older, but you're brighter (and he knows it too.) To you I leave your birthright, the headship of the Evans family, all I ask is that you make sure that if your aunt needs it, you help her with any monetary needs. Always know that just as with Harry, we love you, no matter who you love, no matter what you become, you are our baby girl and we love you with our whole hearts!

So I have said, so it shall be. LONG LIVE THE MARAUDERS! (Even if no one knew I was in it!)

When this will was finished the-boy-who-lived was crying, uncaring who saw him, he was letting out almost fifteen years of pent up anger and frustration. Harry knew there was a reason that Dumbledore always tried to stop him from looking into the past, and this was it, he didn't want Harry to find out exactly how much he had manipulated the boy's life. Of course there were some things that were too much to deal with at that moment, for one, his aunt and cousin, were apparently just as magical as he was! Not only were they both magical but his aunt was in love with Sirius' brother WHO WASN'T REALLY DEAD! Thinking of this tidbit made him remember the goblins had confirmed his suspicions about the veil.

After a few moments of mulling things over, he decided the first thing he should do, was to write to Remus and ask him to join them for the rest of the meeting. While they waited for Remus he could speak to the Goblins about a public will reading, it was high time for the bequeaths to be heard, and it would give him a chance to stick it to the meddlesome old codger in the process.

"Ragnok, may I have your permission to call my friend and house elf Dobby, to send a letter to my uncle, for all intents and purposes, Remus Lupin? I would like him to be here while we discuss the truth of the veil. Sirius is his primary submissive mate, and I think it is in everyone's best interest that we not leave him out of dealings that have to do with this matter." The director nodded and changed the wards so that house elves could apparate inside the room.

"Goblins have stronger wards than wizards, though no one ever thinks to ask us." Griphook explained when the boys felt the magic around them change.

"Dobby!" Harry called softly, he didn't want the poor elf to think that he was in trouble. Almost instantly he heard the unmistakable sound of house-elf apparition.

"What can Dobby be doing for yous Mr. Harry Potter sir?" The small creature asked, Draco smirked, because he knew how much Harry hated the formalness.

"Dobby, I need you to pop over to Remus Lupin's home and bring him here. Tell him he can return to Narcissa in a few hours time, and that you will personally protect her after popping him here. Only house-elves can get through the wards, wizard apparition would find the person splinched or in Azkaban for trying to break into the bank." Dobby nodded his understanding.

"Dobby be going to get Mr. Harry Potter's wolf man now." With nothing more said the small creature was gone. Harry figured they only had about five minutes until the elf would be back with Remus, maybe ten since he'd forgotten to tell the elf why he needed the older wizard at the bank.

"Ragnok, Griphook, is it possible to have the wills read publically? I fear that while the monetary bequeaths have already been set into action that those mentioned will not believe what it is that I have to say to them. Especially Mr. Weasley, I believe it is more than love potions that Molly has been using, I believe he has compulsion charms and dependency charms on him as well." Once the question was in the open, Harry felt slightly stupid, he was almost positive that he should have read more on Goblin customs as they were looking quite angry. Of course, he had no idea they were angry because of the information he revealed, not the question itself.

Just as the newly appointed Lord Potter was about to start apologizing profusely, the goblin's jumped into action. Two things happened at once that surprised both school aged wizards. The first was two "troops" of goblins entered the room after Ragnok snapped his fingers. The second was that both Harry and Draco's "lifestone" appeared in front of them. The raven haired teen stared at the object in confusion.

"Excuse me, what exactly are these?" He asked with as much of a neutral tone as he could muster, which was quite difficult since he was very curious. Before the goblins could answer however, Dobby popped back in with a slightly struggling Remus. Apparently Remus had tried to protest and Dobby brought the man to the bank against his will.

"Cub, I love you, but call off your bloody house elf." The man said in what could have been a threatening voice if it were given to anyone other than Harry Potter. However, Harry just smiled and told Dobby to go protect Narcissa and assure her that her mate would be home soon.

"Now that I have subdued the big bad wolf," here he threw a smirk at Remus, "will someone please tell me what the orb in front of me is?" At the mention of an orb, Remus immediately looked down and sucked in a breath quite audibly. "Ah, Mooney, you know the answer, that means you get to tell me!" Draco shook his head at Harry's antsyness.

"Cub, that's your life stone. It was once a necklace around your mother's neck. I know because I was with your father the day he picked out the chain because he had to make sure that it had no silver in it. Luna has one too. However, hers is currently in a heavily warded box at my home." Harry nodded while Remus was talking. He faintly remembered Hermione mentioning that every witch and wizard has one, they're made as soon as the witch or wizard is born. In a wizarding family, the mother carries them on her person in one fashion or another, almost like a muggle "mothers" ring or necklace. For muggleborn children, they go to the parent of the person that the muggle born is destined to marry, and they are to decide what happens to it. She had said the only way to get rid of a life stone completely is if the person it belongs to dies and when that happens the stone crumbles into sand and should be sprinkled over the person's grave. She also said that it is customary for a witch to receive their life stone on their wedding day, while a wizard would inherit theirs on their seventeenth birthday, or the day they come into their rightful inheritance, meaning from their parents, not just a relative.

"So this is my life stone, and it is connected to Draco's by a faint strand of magic which means we're mates, of some kind. Well that's awesome, sure explains the feelings I've been having for him. Anyway moving on, Moony, how have you been?" Harry knew there was a lot more to the life stones that would need research, and that he and Draco would be having a very long conversation about their bond that the life stones claimed them to have at a later date, preferably after they'd gotten Sirius back from that blasted veil.

"About as good as can be expected cub. I have lost my primary submissive mate, and regained my secondary submissive mate all in the span of a week and a half. If we could bring Sev around it might be easier for Moony to cope, but right now the most that fool will stay around long enough for is to make sure Moony is okay after the full moon, and that I'm still living." Even as he spoke every being in the room could tell that he didn't blame Severus Snape for not being around, and from the sounds of his voice he almost resigned it to being his fault the bat like man stayed away.

"Mr. Lupin, that is why you are here. As you were there the night Sirius Black fell through the veil I do not need to go over the details." Griphook started. The younger of the two goblins had been instructed to take point on this matter because the director rarely got involved in such matters. "As you are a pureblood I assume you know the name of that room, though if you do not I don't blame you as your parents didn't see fit to teach you as much as they should have after you were turned." The secret prince of the goblin nation paused to see if his suspicions were true.

"The name of the chamber is The Judgment Chamber. More commonly known as, The Death Chamber, because those who go through the veil rarely come back." The oldest wizard in the room answered after a moment of thinking. That's when it dawned on him, Sirius wasn't dead, it wasn't his imagination that he could still feel the bond; his mate was really still alive!

"Moony that means…that means he really could still be alive!"Harry yelled in joy as he too caught on. Though his excitement was then extinguished when he realized that he still had no idea how to get his godfather BACK from the veil.

"Yes Harry, your godfather is still alive, and that is why these goblins have been called. It takes very strong goblin magic to bring someone back from beyond the veil. These goblins are the best trained warriors we have, if any of our kind is strong enough to pull him back and still live after it will be one of these warriors. Now, the trick is, the ritual has to be done exactly one month after the person is sent through the veil. Now what I mean by this is, the same exact moment that he fell through the veil. Thankfully it doesn't have to be down to the second, just within the minute and hour that they were sent." Harry sighed at this new information. There were no clocks in the ministry that he had seen, how is he supposed to know what time Sirius fell through the veil. Then it hit him, Neville was wearing a watch that night!

"Griphook, I know this is an odd request, but do you have a penseive available for use? I don't know the exact moment Sirius fell through the veil but I can find out if I can go through my memory of that night. Neville, one of my friends that went with me, he was wearing a watch that night and well if I can go back in from a spectator point of view, I can get in a position where I can see his watch when Sirius falls." Remus gave a proud smile to his cub. While he believed he would have come to the same conclusion eventually, he wouldn't have done so nearly as fast as his honorary godson had.

"We have several types of penseive here at the bank. One of which allows us to put a memory in, and it will project for all in the vicinity to see, not only the memory but the time the events happened. I think this would be the best option for you. I am also willing to let you use this once you have your fallen member back with you, as to prove his innocence." Ragnok answered for his subordinate. Harry and Draco did not understand the weight this simple statement had, and so had no idea why Remus suddenly looked very surprised.

"Remus, what's wrong?" Harry asked quietly.

"Harry, you must understand, the penseive that he has offered you the use of, not once but twice, it has never been seen by anyone except the goblins and the current minister, if it is a time of war. In fact it's been seen by so few humans that it is labeled as a myth!" The werewolf answered just as quietly. This information left both boys flabbergasted. Harry was only thinking how this was yet another thing to make him different than any other witch or wizard, while Draco was thinking of ways to torture Harry about this in a playful way instead of a vindictive way like he had in the past.

With no further interruptions Griphook sent a worker to collect the king's penseive, and the tiny contingent of wizards and of course the chief king, all went for a stroll down memory lane, well down Harry's memory lane anyway. When it was almost time for Bellatrix to shoot her spell at Sirius, Harry got behind Neville and watched the time as it passed painfully slow. Draco shouted "Now!" and Harry checked the exact time. 1:43 AM. Now they just needed to wait until the 24th of July and go to the ministry at 1:43 in the morning!

When they were sucked out of the memory and thrown back into the real world, Harry suddenly remembered he hadn't actually asked Remus to help yet. "Moony will you be the one to go get him. I mean I know the goblins have to do the magic, but I think he'd react best to you and maybe Narcissa being there. Besides I need you to convince Madam Bones he never had a trial and take her with you so she can see that he really is innocent." Without hesitation the momentary, sole marauder left, nodded and smiled at the boy he'd come to see as his cub.

"Of course I will Prongslet. Narcissa and I will go get our mate back and we will take Amelia with us so we have a ministry official on our side, and by your birthday he will be cleared of those ridiculous charges!" Both men smiled brightly and then turned back to the goblins when one of them cleared their throat.

"We have one more pressing matter to attend to today, and then you're all free to go. However, Mr. Lupin we will need you back tomorrow so we may call your goddaughter to the bank and return her to you. I daresay you've waited long enough to have her around again. Now, as part of the Potter inheritance, the new Lord Potter must live in Potter manor for the first two years of his Lordship, however attending school is fine. I have here, a portkey that will take you and anyone you wish to go with you to the manor. I have contacted the head house elf and he informs me that the manor has been kept in livable conditions and that all you must do is stand with your right hand on the gate and state clearly, "The family has returned," and the gates will open. Unfortunately, only you and your bonded, or intended bonded will be able to enter the grounds until you find and change the list, I believe your family has a book, of who is allowed access to the manor." Harry was doing a very good impression of a fish by the time Griphook finally stopped and handed him the portkey. Remus, seeing that Harry was not going to be able to do so himself, thanked both the chief king and the secret prince before they left the room and let the three wizards decide what to do next.

"I think we should let Remus go back to his own home momentarily so that he and your mum may pack their things and then when we send Dobby for them they will be ready to join us. While he's doing that, you and I will go to the manor and I will change the list so that it allows them, as well as my sister, Sirius, Tonks, Hermione, Snape, the twins, Arthur, Trisha, Bill, Charlie, and Neville for now. We'll discuss who else after we get settled in. Then we will send notice to Hermione and I will send her a portkey so she can come tonight and Luna will join us in the morning." Harry said as he played with the Lordship ring he had inherited from his father. He pocketed his life stone and picked up the files that had at some point been passed to him.

"I agree cub; that sounds like the best plan. We can form a better plan of action later, one thing is for sure, this summer you're training the way you should have since your reintroduction to the Wizarding world." Remus said before walking out of the room and to a safe apparating point. Draco stared at Harry a moment before deciding it was better to just go with the flow until they had a chance to talk about things more.

"Alright let's go check out the house we're going to be living in for the next however long!" He said with a smirk and grabbed up his own files and life stone. Harry smiled and wrapped an arm around the blonde's waist and squeezing his "homing device" as he had decided to call it in his mind.

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