A/N: Short chapter.. I know.. but you see, I had actually intially left this part out and went on writing, and so I did not have much else to say without giving anything away.

Go ahead and play dead
I know that you can hear this
Go ahead and play dead
I know that you can hear me
Why can't you turn and face me

Why can't you turn and face me

Why can't you turn and face me
You fucking disappoint me

Passive- A Perfect Circle

Forward:

In the event of death of Sirius Orion Black, if at time of death that he is the last remaining direct bloodline of the Black family; he is entitled to the Black Estate located in Scotland, the summer cottage in Paris, France, and Grimmauld Place located in London, the family vault in Gringotts, as well as any other Earthly possessions left in the name of Black. At time of death of the final Black, "Sirius" therefore has all right to point where these final possessions are entitled. If at the time, Sirius has an heir, he or she must be of magical age (eighteen) to receive any inherited possessions under the circumstances that he or she has an approved level seven magical ability, or a diploma of graduation from any of the European magic academies (Hogwarts, Durmstrang...). If at the time of death of Sirius Orion Black the heir is under eighteen, the possessions are to remain under whom ever the child's guardian may be, but under no circumstances can sell, renovate, or live in.

Sirius Orion Black wishes, in the event of his death and he has no heir that all his Earthly possessions, except for one 1979 Honda motorcycle, be left to the Potter family. He wishes, that the Honda motorcycle be left in Remus Lupin's name for "he hates the damn thing so much that he should be stuck with it." If in the event the Potter family is no longer alive to collect the possessions, "Sirius" would like again for Remus Lupin to enjoy the possessions. In the event that Sirius meets his death, as does Jameson Edward Potter and Lillian Marie Evans- Potter, the three above mentioned have agreed that Remus Lupin take over guardianship of Harold James Potter.

Signed

Witnesses

Sirius Orion Black August 15th, 1981

Lillian Marie Evans- Potter August 15th, 1981

Jameson Edward PotterAugust 16th, 1981

(See Attached Will of Lillian Marie Evans- Potter, Jameson Edward Potter, November 2nd, 1981)

"Huh." Remus said stunned. Having thought over what he had learned about "Damon Snape" and learning he legally was Harry Potter's guardian, he had mixed emotions. After all, he could have Harry stay with him, but under new circumstances, Harry was needed to keep Severus alive, and for that, Harry had to be Damon. He exhaled. How much could one boy take?

The boy opened his mouth, "So does that mean Remus gets everything, or..?"

Dumbledore replied, "It is hard to say, Har- Damon." The boy flinched. "After all, you are not direct blood of a Potter, but James did raise you during the time he was alive.. however.. You are going to be under Damon Snape for the next while." Flinch. The boy was not handling the name well. Well, it must be hard to adjust.

"That damn dog.." Remus said after a moment. "Leaving me that motorcycle. Shoulda figured.. it was the first thing he asked me about after he got away.."

Dumbledore said, "Harry cannot touch the inheritance until he is eighteen anyway. As long as we present this to the Ministry, nothing will be done to the estates. By then, we shall know if Harry will be Harry or Damon."

Remus nodded, "Sounds good."

The boy then spoke, "Professor Dumbledore.. can I speak to you alone?" So, the werewolf and Severus got up and left. It was a good enough idea, Severus was exhausted, and did not so much care for Sirius Black's Will. Arriving back to his rooms, he took a potion for the pain, and another for a dreamless sleep, and drifted off.

"You wanted to talk to me, Har-Damon, yet you have not spoke a word." Dumbledore pointed out.

"Where does Remus live?"

"A flat outside of London." He said slightly confused.

Harry said, "I want Remus to take it all," after a moments thought.

"Harry, think this through. I know how much you do not want to let Sirius go.."

"I have. Remus needs it. If I choose to go back to Harry Potter after this.. I have that money to live off of. And this way, I know Sirius will not be forgotten. Remus will not let it as much as I would."

"Very well, Harry. I shall inform him of your decision later."

Harry got up, "Tell him after my sorting, Professor. That way he cannot give it back." Dumbledore just shook his head with a small smile, thinking what a great boy Harry was for that mature decision.

Harry sat down on his bed, and cast a glance at the forgotten mirror. He picked up the cool glass, and held it in his hands. Just like before the summer, nothing was visible.

"Sirius.." He said. "Sirius!" He tried again. Nothing. "I know you can hear me.." His voice trailed. "You said you would never be far from this mirror." Harry said remembering. "I found your will, Sirius. Kreacher had it. Don't worry. I killed him. I killed him for you." Hoping the words would bring Sirius to him. The way Harry spoke, it was almost sadistic, possessed.

After staring into the glass, Harry saw his reflection change over time. "Why did you have to keep this from me?" It was soft, hurt. "WHY?!" Harry shouted at the faceless glass. Angry, Harry shifted his arm, and tossed the mirror as sharp as he could at the wall. Watching it shatter into tiny shards.

Realizing what he had done, Harry scrambled to the pieces. He attempted to pick up the pieces, but he cut his index finger on the sharp ends. A painful droplet of blood escaped. Harry held the biggest piece, not noticing the large cuts lining his hands from the jagged edges, staring at it with wonder.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Ron asked, out of nowhere.

Realizing the glamour charms had wore off, Harry exhaled, "I dropped the mirror.. I cut myself. Excuse me." He went to the bathroom, taking the big piece with him. Harry placed it on the plain sink, and rinsed his hands. A drop of watered blood landed on the mirror, and Harry took a stare at it.

"Are you too afraid to show yourself, Sirius?" He glared. After he dried his hands, he whispered down at the mirror. "I hate you.. I hate you for leaving me."