Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own Harry Potter, this is obviously a fanfiction. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rollings.

Chapter 3

Walking alone on a cool early summer morning, Harry was making his way up the stairs to Gringotts. The Pillars on both sides of the two story building made the entrance seem both elegant and small. As Harry passed through the large doors, he noticed that the same teller counters stretched across the marble floor with more than a dozen goblins behind them. As he walked to the first open teller he saw, he began to think over the past night.

Flashback:

As Harry was washing the dinner dishes for the Dursleys, if only out of habit, he began to think about his friends. He could admit he did love Hermione like a sister, and since reading her mail to him, that feeling had only become more and more resolute, but Ron was a whole different game altogether. Not only did he not even try to owl him, it seemed that he even tried to keep Hermione from doing so. What was even worse is that he was beginning to see that as of lately, he had been acting more like a jealous dick rather than a friend. This was beginning to make Harry reconsider their friendship. In the end, Harry decided to keep Ron at arm's length, and to at least give him a chance to gain back his trust.

Although, while the thought did surprise him, his mind turned towards Draco Malfoy. While he may be a bastard most of the time, Harry was quite sure that was only to please his father. Maybe if Lucius wasn't around, he might actually be able to make his own decisions. And, as a bonus, he wasn't in Lord Dumble-dick's shriveled corner. At that point, Harry decided that he would give Draco a second chance, if only to see what he would do.

End Flashback

Harry walked over to step in front of the goblin, then as a show of respect, balled up his hand into a fist, put it at his chest, and spoke his greetings.

"Greetings, well met in gold and silver," Harry spoke in a neutral tone.

The goblin in front of him just looked at him in shock, not expecting a wizard to greet a goblin as though they were the same. The surprise was rapidly replaced by elation as a great smile graced his face.

"Greetings, well received in rube and emerald," The goblin replied. They could both feel the eyes on them and decided to go straight to business. "I assume that you are here for the will-reading, Mr. Potter."

"I am," Harry said simply. The goblin's smile got widened farther at the wizard's straight-forward attitude, and began to usher him back to one of the few doors behind the counters.

"Excellent! Now that you're here, we can start," The goblin said as he opened the door in front of him to reveal a hallway made of polished Granite and marble flooring with various doors reading the names of the goblins that the rooms belonged to.

"Am I the last one to arrive?" Harry asked curiously. It wasn't like he was late or anything. If anything, he was early.

"Yes, you are, Mr. Potter. Everyone else arrived within the last thirty minutes." The teller said, still walking down the smooth Granite halls.

A few seconds later, the goblin slowed down, turned a corner, and announced to the group of mainly redheads that, now that the last of the required people were here, the will could now be read. When everyone started to filter into the room, Harry notices that Ron was whispering angrily to Hermione about something that apparently angered her. That anger vanished in seconds when she saw Harry and began to break her stride with Ron. When Harry reached out to get her, he came up short when Ron pulled her back to him, shooting a scowl at Harry that the brunette didn't miss.

"Harry!" Hermione, after breaking free from Ron, screamed, engulfing him in one of her patented, bone-crushing hugs. "I was so worried about you! Are you okay, you didn't give me any response to my letters?" It was at that point that she remembered that she was in a public setting and started to blush.

'Well, at least she has the humility to be embarrassed,' Harry thought to himself, well aware of Ron coming up behind her. He noticed that Draco wasn't scowling himself, but at Ron. 'I'm really going to have to have a talk with him,' He thought, before setting himself to deal with the jealous git of a friend he had.

"Hey, mate." Ron said in an almost strained manor, as if he was having a hard time saying it.

"Hello, Ron." Harry said neutrally, already deciding that Ron was quickly losing his battle.

"Okay, let's go! It's about to start," Hermione said, worried that they might hold up the will reading.

"Let's go then," Harry said in a solemn voice.

Harry lead the trio into the room, which looked much like a muggle law office, but with the exception that the walls were made of stone, which made the very room itself seem convex. The goblin office held a filing cabinet towards the back right corner, and a desk and chair close to the center of the back wall. In front of the desk were three horizontal rows of chairs with four seats per row. With this peculiar seating led the problem. There was four seats off to the right, four in the center, and four in the left, but were separated by about five.

The seats to the left held Remus, who looked like a train wreck, Tonks next to him trying to keep herself together, and the twins, Fred and George heartbroken about seeing the marauder in such a shape. Where that wasn't really bad, the problem mainly led with the other rows. Apparently, the Ministry let Arthur have this day off, because he, Molly, and Ginny were all sitting in the middle row, leaving Narcissa and Draco to the row towards the right wall. As soon as Ron found that out, apparently all tact left.

"There is no way in bloody hell that I'm sitting anywhere near that faggoty little ferret and his Death-Eater whore of a mother," Ron yelled out in the room, earning him intense glares from everyone else.

"Ronald Weasley! Get over here and shut up before I decide to let the twins experiment on you with their new inventions!" molly spat angrily at Ron.

With her words, the twins' attention was peeled away from the puffy-eyed werewolf and zeroed in on Ron with a devious smile plastered on their faces. With those quick actions, Ron actually went pale and shut up. Well for a little while before he began to grumble again about life being unjust or something that no one cared to find out about.

"Ron, just go over there and sit with your family, me and Hermione will be fine." Harry said in a low voice.

Ron just looked at Harry with a scowl, then let out a labored 'fine' and made his way over to his parents. Harry and Hermione just looked at the last two seats, and although different thoughts went through their heads, they both began to walk over to their seats resigned with their situation.

"Well, not exactly what I expected, but it will do," Harry whispered to himself quietly before speaking to Hermione louder, "I'm going to take the inside seat, okay?"

Hermione just nodded her reply and continued to walk until they reached their destination and promptly sat down. The Malfoys just stayed where they were, keeping their eyes forward, though Harry could see that every once in a while, Draco would look at him in puzzlement. Harry just decided to take that as a good sign. Soon after everyone was seated, Stonehook decided to begin.

"Wizards and witches, this is the will-reading for the late Sirius Orion Black. At this time, I will unseal the will in which Mr. Black has trusted us with and will distribute what is read to be distributed. First of all…" Harry began to block out the goblin as he noticed that Draco was starting to lean towards him.

"You do know you don't have a very loyal friend, right?" Draco said, Harry being able to hear the sneer in his voice, even if he couldn't see it.

"I know," Harry said simply, actually surprising the snappish blonde.

Harry tuned back into Stonehook announcing that Fred and George would receive two establishments to further their joke shop, one in Diagon Aleya, and one in Chemin Buelle, which were the Bulgarian and French respective versions of Diagon Alley. Stonehook then moved on to the next item in the will, which involved Tonks, Remus, and the Weasleys receiving about 10 million gallions each, which stunned the Weasley's harshly, but sent Remus overboard, which Tonks was currently trying to reverse, but alas couldn't be done. To her credit, though, she did manage to get him to be quieter about it.

"At least now they don't have to constantly look like beggars," Draco said under his breath, causing Harry to finally look at him. Even though it didn't look like it, Harry could see that Draco wasn't at his best. There was a slightly darkened circle under his silver eyes and his posture was lacking.

"Draco, can you do me a favor?" Harry said in a low neutral tone, not letting his feelings get to him. Draco raised an eyebrow at him, but nodded anyway, "Would you be willing and able to talk after this?" Draco thought about it for a few seconds before he finally nodded again.

"Good. I'll meet you at the Leaky Cauldron then?" Harry again asked, wondering if the Malfoy heir would decline.

"Very well, I'll be there in a room an hour after this," Draco said, "But I will only meet you. If anyone else is even close, I will leave immediately." Draco finished, and then turned back to the receding allowing no brokering.

"To the Malfoy, or at least to my cousin Narcissa, I have a box of various artifacts that will be given to you, as well as the portrait of your dearest aunt. Enjoy!" The goblin looked directly at Narcissa and continued, "Mrs. Malfoy, you shall receive all of the artifacts upon the eve of the 30th of June, as not all of them have been collected yet." Stonehook discretely coughed, then continued on to read the last of the will.

"As far as the rest of my vault money, and what artifacts or anything within the vault, as well as any housing and business investments and obligations are all transferred to my named heir, Harry James Potter-Black." Stonehook finished. With those words spoken, everyone went silent.