I really didn't like this one, but it's better than nothing, right? I just want to get the Flashbacks moving, but not too quickly; we can't have it revealing things before the main story does. Anyways: twice as long as normal in hopes to get it over with, but still needs another part. *sigh* Oh well.

All these bloody letters ruining my bloody life... At least I knew who to trust now, no matter how strange it is not to trust others

The first had been a letter from my mother; her hidden will. There was a will with separate letters from them both that I was to read primarily, but this letter was set apart with a message to be read first.

Next was the clusterfuck. Albus Dumbledore had left him a letter before he died, made to be read after the war if I had survived.

A letter from Sirius that had been kept from me against my knowledge came after a long break, during which I essentially ranted my life story to my school rival. He also decided to join me in what I thought would be the tail ends.

The final and most shocking letter came last. A letter from one Tom Marvolo Riddle; Voldemort himself.

Let's go in order shall we?

From my dearest mother, Lily Potter nee Evans:

My beloved baby boy, you must read this letter before any of the others, I beg of you.

It was a strange way to start a letter, let alone a will, and all I could worry about, at the time, was if it had anything to do with Tom. Fucking Dumbledore...

I can only hope this letter reaches you before the war ruins your life like so many others. I have done my research on our so called villain, and much of my information was admittedly gained through darker means. I will tell you right now, my child, not to do anything you do not want to do, no matter who asks it of you,

Albus Dumbledore, whom shall be your headmaster should accept the invitation to Hogwarts, is not a bad man, no matter how I might make things sound in my will. That being said, I will tell you not to trust the man, no matter what he might say to make you want to. When he says 'For the Greater Good' he is completely honest. I will say it again; Albus Dumbledore is not a bad man. However, much like a king, or a Pharaoh, he is willing to sacrifice any minority to save the majority, whether he has the right to do so or not. He will manipulate any situation to create a better future, and he will sacrifice anything for a peaceful future.

Now, Voldemort, or Tom Riddle as his birth name is. Do NOT use his name; even if he is seemingly gone, do not get used to his title, because it will only cause you grief when he comes back. Not if Harrison, but when. The man has many lives to use, and while I do not know how to get rid of the objects he has become a part of, I know they exist and that they will without a doubt bring him back. Tom is not a man to trust either. However, though your father won't listen to a word about it, he is not a bad man either. With more than a little dark magic, I was able to glean information from one of his first followers. Tom Riddle was once a stern but fair leader who wanted a way to help muggle raised children better understand the magical community and customs. He wanted to create exactly what many of us want. But then he delved too far into tainted magics. He lost his mind and become more and more delusional and radical, and the only way to stop him now is restoration or death.

I suppose now would be a good time, since I do not know how to accomplish either of those goals, to bring up the subject of magic. Light or dark. Every wizard or witch is born one or the other. More often than not works as a sort of math; two lights make a light, two darks actually make a light, and one of each usually makes a dark. However there are many exceptions, one being you, Harrison. Do not think that by being dark that makes you evil. Is there more evil in a dark room than a light room? No! However like a dark room, people fear it more. What matters is how you use the magic.

Now, I'd best leave it here, or it will be too long to fit in the envelope inconspicuously. Just remember Harry, our actions define us, so do what you want and you will always be exactly you. If you ever need me, just ask to be shown to the Blooming Vault; the goblins will know what I'm talking about.

Lots of Love, Your Mother, Lily Evans.

Oh, and get the goblins to do a scan for you; you never know what you might find.

So, of course, I had done as my mother had told me too, like a good little boy, and asked for the scan. I was more than a little shell shocked at what I had just read, and actually proceeded to reread certain passages. As the numb feeling wore off, anger took its place, realizing a lot of grief would have been spared if I had been allowed to read this sooner.

However, I couldn't let my rage take over my mind, and while the goblins prepared for the scan, I chose to read the official Potter Will.

There was the standard will, naming Sirius my godfather, and Neville's mother, Alice Longbottom, as Godmother. Under that was a list of alternative guardians, and who would have thought it, aunt Petunia was actually on it. As was Snape, which surprised me. I though he and my mother never made up.

There was 10 000 Galleons left to the Weasleys, 100 000 left to Remus, a building left to Sirius called the Marauder's den (with a note saying that he had enough money as it was, and no you can't have any), 50 000 to the Order, 500 000 to Hogwarts, 50 000 converted to 250 000pounds for Petunia, 100 000 and dozens of books to Snape and few items distributed to people I didn't recognize, while everything else was left to the potter heir.

All 10 000 000 Galleons, 500 000 sickles, and 20 000 Knuts, as well as every physical and magical possession in the potter vaults (3 of them), Godrics Hollow, Potter Manor, and a location written in symbols I didn't recognize. It was all unbelievably mine. This was not including the trust vault I already had, and I could only stare dumbly at the numbers.

When I snapped out of it, I realized that Remus didn't look like he had touched any of those Galleons, and I myself had never seen most of this. Immediately I asked the goblins to inquire what happened to any of this money, and have my bank manager to track it all back to where it might be now. I might not want or need that money, but Remus and the Weasley's obviously needed it.

After the orders and the promise for the pay to come straight from my vaults when they were done were made, I turned to the other letters from the Potter family, written by his father. He read it with a numbed feeling, still in shock from what he had, and not yet even registering the rest of the information.

Well, wasn't that boring, Harry? Now that the official stuffy is out of the way, I guess I can just write a letter to you and stuff it in here too! So, how are you? You're, like 11 now right? Something like that? Have you found a pretty red-head yet? I found mine around your age; I guess it's just a matter of time. Anyways, I guess I should be all guru and sage like, and give you some awesome advice!

Well, number one, I guess, is don't be afraid to rely on others. Dumbledore, for one, is a great person to go to when you need help. Minny too, that is, Minerva Mcgonagal. Sirius is seriously a give in. See what I did there? Remus and Peter, oh! The Weasleys and Longbottoms too. Do NOT Get involved with any dark families. I know Lils put Snivelus on your list of guardians, but seriously, Dark is bad, like, really bad.

Oh, and Snape, give him hell in Potions, kid; he deserves it.

Hmm, what else... If Moldywart isn't dead yet, give him hell too. And the Malfoys. And any other dark family.

Do good in your classes, but take a leaf and start up the marauders' legacy! Always make time for fun. Get on the quidditch team. I think that's it...

Well, if you need anything else, just ask Siri; we're so similar sometimes that we could be the same person!

Ever Awsome, James Potter AKA Prongs

I felt seriously underwhelmed by my father's letter. Not only did he not tell me anything really useful, but he basically told me that I should be just like him, and ignoring the fact that their world is at war. Clicking my tongue, I continued onto my mother's original letter

Dearest Harry,

I do hope this reaches you in one piece, and that you are in one piece to read it. I will be updating this letter monthly, so I know that you probably don't remember me. I will let you know now though, that even if you didn't know me, I knew you, and I love you very much. You are my precious baby, and I hope that if you're reading this in company, you can take pride in that and not be embarrassed.

Feeling the smile bloom on my face, I knew I would have. I was already enjoying my mother's writing more than my father's.

However, if you don't, I understand. You don't know me after all.

Feel free to not follow any of your father's advice, he's always been a little barmy. Sirius too.

There is only one thing I really want to ask of you, my son. If the circumstances stand that you have to stay with your Aunt Petunia, teach her what you know of potions. She's always wanted to be like us, and was hurt when she was outrightly told she couldn't be, so I think that, while her current husband would not approve, she would appreciate that link. Perhaps take her to Diagon Alley with you one of these days; she hasn't gone more than once in her life.

If you need to know anything about anything, Remus and the Longbottoms are the ones to ask. Sirius and Severus are horribly biased, and with Remus being who he is, is much more open to subjects outside of the pure light. Know now, that if we have been ratted out, it is because of the rat himself. Peter Pettigrew was our secret keeper; if he has not been caught yet spread the word.

Your loving mother, Lily Potter nee Evans

"May I keep this?" I choked out to the goblin in front of me. Tears had pooled in my eyes, though none fell. I had nothing from my mother but her eyes, and this letter was probably the closest thing I thought I would get, unless there was something in the 'Blooming Vault' she mentioned.

"The official wills must remain in our records, as the magical signature is to be preserved, and the document is needed for future references. You may, however keep the third." The goblin, Grabadage or something similar grumbled, not happy to waste it's time, but content to work with a relative equal.

Equal. It would be strange to the rest of the wizarding world to hear that word used by Goblins to address a wizard. But the break into the bank actually improved his status, as the race of Goblins respected courage, cunning, and strength above all else. When I addressed a goblin by name, they all just seemed to stare at me for a moment. After that fleeting moment, suddenly the bank appeared warmer, and more welcoming than Grimmlaud Place, even with them seemingly treating me the same. They did however, have much more patience with me, explaining things I didn't understand when I asked, and expanding past the basics when mentioning something.

It was very helpful when I didn't have a clue about anything and rarely asked questions anymore. I learned more from the Goblins that day than I did in 6 years at Hogwarts. At Hogwarts, I carried on with the 'don't as questions' rule, but here, it was encouraged I learn, and not just speculate.

"The tests should be ready to commence in just a moment longer. Would you like to read the next Will, or take a moment?" Grabadage asked, sliding Dumbledore's will across the desk with a crooked and gnarled finger.

"I'll read; no point in wasting your time." I answered, electing a creepy, satisfied grin from the goblin. "But I wonder why Dumbledore would have written to me... didn't we attend his will reading?" I remembered the golden snitch I had held in my hands moments before dying and shuddered. To think that the resurrection stone had been in there all along...

"Ah, this one was passed on with explicit instructions only to be read if you survived the end of the war." His face soured significantly. "I do not believe that letter will bring you any pleasure."

I frowned slightly. Why wouldn't it? Surely the headmaster would congratulate me on a job well done. What else could it be? Looking down at the letter, I couldn't fight back the feeling of dread, remembering his mother's warnings.

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