There is only one word that can sum up the scene. And that word is "chaotic". Literally everything was everywhere. Dudley's many pillows were strewn all over, feathers were still floating around. There were clothes covering every surface. The bookshelf, not that Dudley ever read, it was usually filled with video games, was empty, its contents had been dumped on the floor. And there was Dudley, in the middle of it all, his face red with rage, and Harry noted how much he resembled Uncle Vernon. It was difficult for Harry to work out what happened, especially with Aunt Petunia wailing. Fred and George were creeping along the wall towards the doorway, attempting to escape unnoticed. However, Aunt Petunia's eyes were sharp.

"You! WHO ARE YOU? What are YOU doing in my son's bedroom!" she shrieked.

"Er, leaving, actually." George said shortly, and Harry noticed he was concealing something behind his back. Aunt Petunia noticed too.

"What is that?" she snapped. "What are you taking from my son?" George froze, then he cracked an evil grin. He whipped out his wand. Dudley's mother screamed and ran over to him, and tried to shield him from the "evil ones". Harry felt a sudden stab. He couldn't help the tears that were forming, especially after what Petunia had just told him. This is exactly what his mother had done for him. (Only that was from actually danger, Fred and George wouldn't hurt them). She threw herself in the line of fire to protect her son. Harry thought there had to be a heart in there somewhere.

The twins took advantage of the absence of Aunt Petunia in the doorway to run out of there as fast as they could. Harry followed them, looking back with wonder at his aunt.

"What was that all about in there?" Harry asked in bewilderment.

"He took something of ours." Growled Fred.

"Well of the Order's…" George corrected him.

"What was it?" said Harry eagerly.

"Technically, we aren't supposed to tell you. We were in here, er, using it, when your cousin thought he'd peer in here for something. We didn't notice, for a big guy he sure is quiet-"

"Anyway," George interrupted, "We went to go get it back, and he wouldn't, said he didn't have it, so we went looking for it…" Harry snorted. That was a bit of an understatement.

"Is that what you were hiding when you whipped out the want instead?" Harry said.

"Oh, yeah. Good thing I had a few tricks up my sleeve…"

"You git." Said his brother, shaking his head. "Well, we'll be off then." And he made to stand up as if he was leaving.

"Wait, what?" exclaimed Harry. "What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, I'M the git." Said George, "We haven't even accomplished what we set out to do!" Fred hit himself in the head.

"Of course! Here, take this Harry." He pulled something out of his pocket. It was about the size of a paperback book, in a large envelope. "This is what we came to do. I'm really sorry, but we must go-"

"But, when do I get out of here?" Harry protested.

"It's all explained in there." Said George, motioning to the envelope which was now in Harry's hands. "Just follow those instructions, follow them exactly." And with a loud crack, there were off. Harry stared at the envelope that was in his hands. He reached for the seal, ready to pry it open, when his door banged open. The whole of the Dursley family was standing there, glaring daggers at him.

"What was that?" his uncle hissed. "What are you playing at? We've already had neighbors knocking seeing if something was going on? Do you mind keeping it down!" Harry just looked at them.

"Get out." He said, turning back to the envelope. He noticed Dudley's eyes bulging.

"That was it mum! That was what they were holding!" he said, pointing.

"This was the thing you stole?" Harry said. Dudley, his eyes getting even wider, shook his head. But Harry has had his emotions jerked around too much today to bother being patient. "Out!" he said again, and when no one moved, he reached for his wand. They scattered. Finally he got the seal open, and let what was inside fall into his hand.

It was a box, about six inches long, four inches wide, and ¾ an inch deep or so. It was gold, or at least gold-colored. It sent tingling sensations up Harry's fingers. He noticed hinges on one side. Slowly, carefully, he lifted the lid.

The inside of the box rather disappointed Harry. There wasn't anything shiny or sparkly in it. Just a few fragments of parchment with writing on them in a language he didn't understand. There was another small object in the box, it looked to Harry like a dead fly. Wrinkling his nose in disgust he picked up the parchment and made sure the fly was not on them. They were torn up, so he pieced it together carefully, tediously, and after a half an hour or so he had it all worked out, and it still made no sense.

He looked back in the box to make sure he hadn't missed anything. He noticed for the first time faint writing, and it seemed to fade the moment he saw it. "Use your wand" He took it out, and tapped the parchment. Nothing happened. He hit it harder. Again, nothing happened. He cast his mind about. "Reveal your secret?" he ventured. And nothing continued to happen. "Show yourself!" No result. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good" he joked. And the words began to rearrange themselves into symbols recognized. "I was only kidding…" he said amazed. Once the words were all in English, the parchment sealed itself together, so it was in one piece. This is what Harry read:

Harry-

Congratulations on figuring out how to open this! I knew you would figure it out, especially because I know how clever youa re. If you are reading this, then I am gone. I am very sorry about this. I hope this was not too hard on you, as it was for me to write this knowing it might one day be given to you. I am very sorry to have left you at such an important time in your life.

I don't know how I died, or what happened to me afterward, but I want to make sure you are in good hands. In the box now should be instructions on what happens to you after I pass away.

Please know that I loved you. I loved you as my own son and as the best friend I lost all those years ago. I want you to be strong. I do not want you to spend too much time grieving over me. You still have Remus. He can look after you know, if the need arises. Dumbledore has told me that you are to call the Dursey's house your home, because that is where you are safest. But there is something that you did not know about, that no one knew about, and you should be the first to know. When you next go to Grimmauld Place, go in the basement, you will find the stairs in a concealed door behind where the troll's leg umbrella stand should be. Just put your hand to the door and whisper "Opandious". The wall will melt away and you will follow the stairs. Down there will be a lot of things covered in dust. There will be boxes, open the one labeled "old cloaks". There are several things of high use to you in there. I cannot explain, but you will know.

I must go now; it pains me to know that I cannot be there to look out for you. Keep your head up, listen to Dumbledore. I know you resent it, but it's the best thing for you right now.

No longer,

Sirius Black

Harry looked up, his eyes full of tears. Glancing back at the box, it did indeed have another piece of parchment. He picked it up and read it. On it were detailed instructions about how Harry got everything. What was left of the Black fortune, Grimmauld Place and everything in it, and, last of all, his motorbike. All guardian duties had been delegated to Remus Lupin. (Who, according to the will, would have been James' second choice.)

Harry looked again at the envelope, and there was a piece of parchment that had not been in there before. This was the big, loopy handwriting he'd come to recognize and always brought foreboding. He unfolded it and began to read.

Harry,

You are going to be leaving the Dursley's shortly. But you must follow these instructions exactly, in this order.

First, pack everything up. You are leaving tonight, after all. I cannot explain to you fully in this, but you will be told all that you need to know upon arrival. Make sure you have everything, and do not forget anything. Make sure you bring everything that was in that box also. That is very important.

Second, after you have packed everything up, leave your house at 8:37 p.m., sharp. Turn left onto Privet Drive and keep walking until you get to Mrs. Figgs' house. She has something for you. Make sure you send Hedwig off with a letter, she won't enjoy this.

Dumbledore

Quite suddenly, Harry stood up. He did exactly what had been instructed. He took a piece of parchment and wrote "See you soon! Yours Truly, Harry" tied it to Hedwig, and told her to send it to Ron. He packed everything up, and he looked at the clock. 8:32. He went downstairs.

"Well, I'm off." He said to the Dursleys, who were all in the living room, watching TV.

"What?" Said Aunt Petunia, looking around in surprise. "Where are you going?"

"Away." Said Harry. "Good bye. I don't know how long it will be before I see you again." And he opened the front door and walked out into the cool night air.