Harry Potter and his whole world belong to JK Rowling. I am borrowing them and writing what I hope might happen in future books
Last Will and Testament of Mr Sirius Black
"What on earth is going on?" Mrs Weasley shrieked as she and Tonks came haring into the room, Ron, Hermione and Ginny on her heels. Harry and Remus turned, both covered in dust from the portrait.
"Wotcher, Harry!" Tonks said with a grin. "Cool, Remus, you got her down!"
"Evanesco!" Mrs Weasley said impatiently. The dust and the debris vanished from the floor and from their hair and clothes. Her hands were on her hips and she was glaring at Remus. "What have you been doing, Remus?" she demanded.
"Cleaning," he answered lightly. "Something that should have been done a while ago, really. Getting rid of trash, if you wish."
Harry snorted. Remus didn't look at him, but continued to gaze at Mrs Weasley.
"I just finished what Harry was going to do, and would have done sooner or later. Now the temptation is no longer there." He shrugged. "Really, it's what Harry wanted, and as the house is his, it's what needed to be done."
"I don't care who the house belongs to, there's no - what?" Mrs Weasley spun to look at Harry. "The house is yours?"
Harry nodded. "Sirius left it to me."
"You found the Will?" Tonks asked quietly. She looked at Remus, who nodded.
"Accio Will!" Remus said, waving his wand. Then, "Accio letter!"
Both bits of parchment flew out of the study. Remus reached up and caught them deftly. He handed them to Harry, who handed them over to Mrs Weasley. She read the Will first, which Harry hadn't even looked at yet. She nodded several times, as though agreeing with what Sirius had written. She let out a gasp at one point and tears filled her eyes. When she finished, she refolded it and handed it back to Harry. He opened it to read it himself.
I, Sirius Black, of sound mind and body, hereby bequeath my house, number 12 Grimmauld Place, and its possessions to Mr Harry Potter. If he is underage, Mr Remus Lupin is in charge of the house and its possessions until such time as Mr Harry Potter comes of age.
Secondly, I bequeath 100, 000 galleons to Mr and Mrs Arthur Weasley, for being there for Harry when I couldn't be. For the remainder, I bequeath One Half of the Black Fortune to Mr Harry Potter and One Half of the Black Fortune to Mr Remus Lupin.
Thirdly, I hereby leave Mr Harry Potter in the care of Mr Remus Lupin, if at the time of my death, Mr Harry Potter is underage. He is to remain in the care of Remus Lupin until such time as Mr Harry Potter comes of age.
Sirius Black
Witnessed by: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and Remus J. Lupin
Harry folded the Will and held it loosely in his hands. He knew that Ron and Hermione were dying to see both pieces of parchment. Mrs Weasley had finished the letter and had handed it to Remus, tears spilling down her cheeks. Harry took the letter from Remus and started up the stairs, Ron and Hermione on his heels. Just before he reached the top, he turned.
"Thank you, Remus," he said softly. Remus nodded at him and slipped his arm around Mrs Weasley's shoulder, leading her back down to the kitchen.
Harry entered his and Ron's room. He bounced onto his bed, and handed the Will to Hermione and the letter to Ron.
"Switch when you're finished, I know you want to see both."
Hedwig fluttered down on to Harry's lap. Harry stroked her feathers softly. Her eyes closed and Harry knew that if an owl could purr, she would be.
Harry heard Ron sniffle slightly, and looked up to see them exchanging parchment. Ron's eyes were red, and Harry knew that he was having a hard time keeping his emotions in check.
Harry knew exactly when Ron got to the part where Sirius had left his family a hundred thousand galleons because his face went bright red and he gasped aloud. Harry glanced over at Hermione and realized she was in tears. She read down to the bottom of the letter and then buried her face in her hands.
"Hermione?" Harry said softly.
She shook her head, burrowing her fingers into her hair, her face on her knees. Ron looked at her, a slightly terrified look on his face. At that moment, Ginny knocked and entered. She faltered when she saw Hermione and then two seconds later was on the bed with her arms around her.
"Ron, you prat, what did you do?" she demanded.
"No!" Hermione wailed before Ron could open his mouth. She continued to sob into her knees. "I just…I just miss him so much!" Ginny closed her eyes and rocked Hermione gently. Ron looked up at Harry. Harry barely noticed, for there were tears in his eyes as well.
"I know that he died for the Order, but I can help but think…I wasn't very nice to him all last year…I thought he was taking stupid risks, coming out with us when we went to school, and then…and then showing up in the fire. He only wanted to see Harry. I wasn't nice to him and now he's dead!" she sobbed. "And if I could only see him once more, if only for a few minutes, I would tell him how sorry I am!"
Ginny continued to rock Hermione, but it appeared that she was inconsolable. She looked up at Harry miserably. "I don't know what to do, Harry," she mouthed, tears starting down her own cheeks.
Harry did. He stood and crossed to the other bed. Ginny backed away from Hermione as Harry grabbed both her hands and pulled her up into his arms. He held her as she sobbed into his shoulder. He stroked her hair softly, but didn't say anything. The lump in his throat wouldn't allow it.
Hermione finally started to calm down slightly. Harry noticed that Ron had his arm over Ginny's shoulder, trying to console her. Ron appeared to be blinking furiously, as Harry was doing, trying to keep the tears at bay. He sat back down on his bed, making Hermione sit next to him. He kept his arm over her shoulder as she fought to regain her composure.
"I'm sorry, Harry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to-"
"Shh," Harry said. He reached up and smoothed her hair off her face. "Forget it, Hermione. Trust me, I know how you feel. Sirius knew that you were just concerned about him. He knew that you didn't want to see him back in Azkaban. Or-or where he is now." Harry blinked again.
"Has somebody else died? Or is it still just my great-great-grandson?" a voice sneered from the usually empty portrait above Harry's bed. He turned to see Phineas Nigellus glaring down at them all. "I heard wailing and thought I'd best investigate. What are you all snivelling over?"
Harry glared at him, but Sirius's great-great-grandfather just smirked back at him.
"We're not 'snivelling'," Ron said angrily. "Some people are actually upset over Sirius's death, which you are obviously not. Some people know what we've lost."
Phineas looked at Ron bemusedly. "I sit in Dumbledore's office all day. I know what you've lost as well, boy," he said quietly. "A great warrior, my blood was. At least he was that, even if he was fighting for the wrong side."
Hermione stood up so suddenly she nearly knocked Harry over.
"Get out!" she shrieked. "This place does not belong to your blood anymore! It belongs to Harry! Get out!"
Phineas sneered. "Calm yourself, you silly girl. Dumbledore wanted me to check to be sure that Potter got here safely. I see that he has, so I shall head back to people who don't spend their days snivelling over a blood traitor." He disappeared from the portrait as Hermione picked up the glass on Harry's bedside table and threw it at the wall.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" a voice cried. The glass stopped in mid air. Then it started to move back toward the bedside table. Harry looked to see Fred and George Weasley standing framed in the doorway. Both wore brand new robes, covered with the dragon skin jackets that they'd worn to meet the Hogwarts Express the month before.
"What's going on here?" Fred asked in an uncanny impression of his mother. "Mum said something about a Will and a letter? Are you alright Hermione? Ginny? What's wrong?" Fred's face had gone white. "Something else hasn't happened has it? Is it Dad? Or Bill or Charlie?"
"Calm down, Fred," George said quietly. "Give them a minute to talk." He walked into the room and sat down on the bed. He slid an arm around Ginny's shoulder, right over Ron's arm. "Everything okay, Ginny girl?"
Ginny nodded and then shook her head.
"No, not really. But nothing else has happened," she answered. "Hermione was just…well I'm not sure, actually because I came in as she was crying. And then that horrible man that was Sirius's great-great-grandfather came in to check on Harry and upset us all." She leaned her head on George's shoulder. "They found Sirius's Will. And a letter for Harry."
Fred and George both looked round at Harry. Harry pointed to both pieces of parchment.
"Go ahead and read them, if you like."
Fred seized both and handed one to his twin. George took it, but didn't open it. He looked across at Harry.
"What happened to the portrait of Sirius's mother?"
Harry snorted. "She made me angry. Remus blasted her before I could."
Both Fred and George chuckled. "Damn, mate, I wish we'd been here. We could have done it for you."
"That reminds me," said Fred. He pulled something out of his robes. "Ron said you needed these?" He handed Harry two hand held mirrors. Both were quite large, but still small enough to be hand held. Harry took them and stared at Ron.
"Well, I knew it must be important, even if you won't tell us what they're for," Ron said unabashedly.
Harry stared at the two mirrors. He looked up at Hermione and the Weasleys.
"Thank you," he said softly. Then he leapt up and ran out of the room, searching for Remus.