AN: I may have forgotten in the first but...I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter or make any money from my inane ramblings. With that said, more will be revealed as the story continues as this is not a Hermione bashing story by any means. What it is...well it's kinda hard to explain but it's more like Hermione was being used much like Albus used Harry over the years and her honorable nature will shine through.

There is a pairing which will develop over time and no it isn't Moody...just eww.

Chapter 2

The escape from Privet Drive was the beginning of Harry's training at the hands of his grandfather. Before they could progress very far, Harry would be subjected to a series of rituals and potions to remove any blocks and charms placed on Harry by Albus or anyone else over the years. They knew they were there since Poppy used his visits to the infirmary to scan and catalog everything about the young man. The only thing not fully scanned while at Hogwarts was the scar. She was well aware of Albus' and Severus' ability to read thoughts and didn't want to be caught taking a interest in it. Now that he was away from Albus, Poppy was doing a deep scan on the scar and getting some strange readings from it. She called in the other two for a look and Moody was vaguely aware of what it was. The problem he had was that the only way he knew how to get rid of like this was to destroy the vessel. In this case, that meant Harry and that wasn't something he thought was the right thing to do unless they had no other choice. Alastor knew enough about this type of magic that Harry gained even more of his respect. The kid had fought off the curse his entire life and that only spoke of the power and strength the young man held not only in magic but in willpower and mind.

Knowing he was in over his head, Moody called in a retired curse breaker friend of his who was sworn to secrecy. When they were first introduced, Alastor called him 'Lefty'. Harry guessed that guys were alike no matter what their age or whatever part of the century they grew up in because the man had no left hand. As he would find out over time, his grandfather had some weird friends but their stories were always incredible.

It took a few days to set up the ritual but the scar was cleansed and it began healing for the first time since Harry got it. Instead of the destruction method, Lefty transferred the curse to a tennis ball. When Harry woke from the ritual, he told them his own story which included a certain diary with Moody adding his viewpoint after seeing the memory. It was then they realized that Tom had made more than one. Lefty took his leave but came back an hour later carrying a trunk. It was a lot like Moody's and Lefty spent some time looking through the different compartments before pulling out something that looked like a blender.

Harry asked. "You gonna make me a drink?"

Lefty looked at it for a minute and laughed. "I never thought about it looking a blender. No, this is a horcrux detector. If that bastard made any more, it'll help you locate him."

Harry sighed. "I already knew the thing would be hard to kill but…this is going to make it even harder. What are we supposed to do? Go on a scavenger hunt looking for these things? Those bastards are going to start killing people and the way I see it, me and pop are the only two really standing in front of the guy and I ain't ready yet."

Lefty laughed. "Relax kid. If you'll take the bastard down, me and my crew will search out these things. Hell, we been bored since they retired us. Just like your old grandpa there."

Moody muttered. "I'll show you old."

Lefty laughed. "No thanks. You beat up on me enough when we were younger. I learned my lesson but the facts are the facts. Me and the boys ain't fighters but we can do this and let you guys handle that end."

Harry gratefully said. "Thank you. If you run into problems, we'll be there for you."

Lefty smiled. "I'd like that. Ain't never had Moody at my beckon call. Be a nice change for once."

Moody growled out. "The boy is right. You do this and we'll come if you need us. How much?"

"This one's on me. I got money but ain't had no fun in a while. I'll call it even if you make it better for my grandkids. They start Hogwarts in a couple years and they're half-bloods. Rather see them treated right and not like scum."

"We'll do our best or die trying."

Lefty patted Harry on the shoulder and nodded. "I know you will son. You and that old bastard are a couple of the good 'uns."

Harry walked him out and again thanked him for all his help. Lefty looked over his shoulder to make sure Moody wasn't watching or listening. "You're a good kid Harry. I'm a cranky old man like your grandpa who doesn't like many people anymore but please listen to a piece of advice."

"Yes Sir?"

Lefty leaned closer. "Magical people tend to be stupid and think magic is the only answer. You were raised in the regular world so you know about stuff wizards take for granted. Remember one thing, magic ain't always the answer. A good shot from a pistol will stop a wizard just as fast as an AK. I know Mad-Eye told you to always have a reserve…shields can't stop bullets. My pistol saved my ass more often than I'd like to admit."

Harry nodded. "Thanks for the advice. I'll definitely think about it."

**ALM**

Albus Dumbledore sat in his office with a satisfied expression in his face. The year turned out splendidly for the most. Harry participated in the tournament and Tom was reborn. That alone would have made the year a success but the breaking of the bond between Harry and Miss Granger was the icing on the cake. Under her influence, Harry was learning far more than Albus wanted. His magic was also growing stronger and with her help, Harry was slipping out from under his control. The mere suggestion to Molly about getting Harry together with Ginny was enough for her to get the ball rolling or in this case the potion brewing. She and her children were some of the best pawns her had as they would do anything for him and to have a chance at Harry's inheritance. The best part about it was that his hands were basically clean of the whole act which was the way he liked it just in case things went pear shaped.

The depressed state Harry was in when he took him home allowed him to think Harry would be even easier to control next year. With Ronald flaunting his relationship with Miss Granger, it ought to drive Harry even deeper into his depression and would more than likely be even more susceptible to being pushed along in the direction Albus needed. He knew what was coming next. Fudge would be using the Prophet to turn the wizards and witches of Britain against them both. He foresaw another year much like the one Harry just had where the whole school would be against him once the potions and charms wore off. It was Albus' hope that he could arrange for Harry to make yet another suicidal run at Tom. He still couldn't fathom how Harry survived all the encounters up until this point. Little did Albus know that all his plans would be for nothing within a month.

**ALM**

Harry spent an average of sixteen hours a day training and studying as Poppy, Mad-Eye, and Minerva were filling him up with knowledge at every moment. The only time he wasn't busy was the eight hours of sleep they demanded of him to adapt and assimilate to all that he was doing. Even when he was asleep, they used that time to teach as they used the muggle method of sleep learning to pour more knowledge into him. Moody also used the time to help him build his mental defenses.

Harry's instructors realized that by the end of the summer, they would have another problem to deal with. Thanks to all the potions he was on, Harry was growing quickly in body and power. The preparation for the tournament the previous year left him far more advanced than his classmates and with the way his mentors were teaching him, he would more than likely be able to take and pass his NEWTS by the end of the year. It was their hope that by the time the next school year ended; Harry would be able to earn several masteries since he was directly under the tutelage of several masters or mistresses in their fields.

His teachers also realized very quickly that with the removal of the blocks, Harry absorbed knowledge at the level Hermione and Lily did. The fact that he was physically advancing as well meant that unlike them, he could actually put these spells into practice and wouldn't have to wait until he was older.

While Moody was teaching Harry how to take people apart, Poppy was teaching him how to put them back together but with a twist. She made it a point to teach him how dangerous using certain healing spells was to a healthy person. Her lessons also focused on precision casting. Harry's aim became so accurate under her instruction that he could cast a tight beamed cutting curse that would destroy an eye and leave the rest of the face blemish free at twenty paces. He also learned the incantations to vanish specific bones such as the spine. Death Eaters couldn't fight if they were paralyzed or just lying helpless on the ground. It was a nasty side to Poppy that she learned during her years in the Auror corps during the Grindelwald fight where their base camps would be attacked and she would have to defend her patients. It earned her a great deal of respect from Harry and explained why she reacted the way she did. He almost apologized to her for the way he acted whenever he was in her care but changed his mind when he realized she preferred feisty patients as long as they didn't turn violent or physical.

**ALM**

The summer passed so quickly for Harry that he never had time to think about his friends or wallow in depression over his, even though it was forced, assistance in Tom getting a new body. By the time his birthday rolled around, there were forces making moves in the magical world that would have a big impact on their lives and not for the better.

Two days after Harry's birthday, the entire Order was called to a meeting. Minerva and Mad-Eye were expected to attend so they left Harry studying as they disappeared into the fireplace and flooed to three other locations before landing at Grimmauld Place. Minerva argued at first but then grew quiet as Alastor's methods had kept their secrets so far this summer and for as long as she could remember. The first thing they noticed was the undercurrent of unease among the other members. Out of everyone, Remus seemed the most upset so they took it to mean it had something to do with Harry. They'd have been nervous if they hadn't just left him on the couch of Moody's hideout.

Albus moved to the head of the table and took a seat signaling everyone that the meeting was to begin. He took in everyone's eyes and began to speak. "In a highly unusual event this evening, Harry Potter and his cousin Dudley Dursley were confronted by and kissed by Dementors."

A wave of shock went through the room and Molly wailed. "Is Harry dead?"

"Not as yet Molly but the prognosis is not good. His body still breathes but he makes no sign of recognition and his magic is…gone."

Remus shouted. "Gone? His magic should still be there even if his soul has been taken."

Mad-Eye growled out. "Not necessarily. It is theorized that our magic is tied to our souls so if his soul is gone, it stand to reason that his magic is gone as well." Little did everyone know that the body was a homunculus and it had just enough of Harry's magic to create a magical signature but not enough to cast a spell. The fact that the ruse worked this well had Moody breathing an internal sigh of relief.

Remus' head was in his hands as he wept. Minerva wanted to tell him that Harry was fine but knew she couldn't. While she maintained her stoic appearance, her mind was actually celebrating that they now had all the time they needed for Harry. His death would throw everyone off, especially Tom and his minions and it would allow Harry and Alastor to strike from the shadows. It was one of the problems she had with this whole thing. She tried to justify Harry's training as giving him the skills to survive but Harry was too much like his grandfather and would be in the thick of it until it ended. She caught Alastor's eye and knew he was thinking the same thing.

Minerva finally asked. "Do the children know?"

Albus said. "Not yet. I thought it best to inform everyone here and then pull the protection details off."

Remus burst out. "Why didn't Harry cast the patronus? He knew how and it was strong enough to protect them both."

Albus sighed. "That is what makes this highly unusual. Mr. Potter had his wand with him but never cast a spell. He always protected those around him before so I don't understand why this time was any different."

Mad-eye and Minerva caught each others' eyes once again. They had the same question. 'Did Albus set this up?'

Moody spoke. "Do we have any idea how Ministry controlled creatures appeared in Surrey tonight?"

Albus nodded. "Yes we do. Severus?"

Snape looked around and sneered at most everyone at the table. His eyes stopped on Lupin for a second as a hint of a smile appeared which wasn't lost on Moody and Minerva. "The Dark Lord managed to get several of them to join his side already. I know that he sent two out on a mission tonight so I don't think it's a coincidence that two happened to appear in Surrey. I dare not ask too much and risk my cover being blown."

Mad-Eye growled out. "Aye…let's not risk your life over the death of a good lad."

Albus raised his hand. "Let's not let the tenseness of the situation get the better of us. With those resources no longer being needed to watch over Harry, I think we can reallocate those efforts into information gathering so that we can further determine how best to combat Voldemort's incursions. My only fear is that without Harry, it may all be a moot point."

It wasn't long before the meeting was closed. Minerva watched as Albus and Molly made their way to the room where the kids were hanging out and followed along. She watched as the kids were told and paid close attention to their reactions. Hermione looked as if she was about to cry and then Ron put his arm around her. His touch seemed to calm her and she looked at him with a sad smile. The others were nonchalant about it but it was Ron who finally asked. "Did he leave a will? He was our best mate and I'm sure he left everything to us."

Even Albus was taken aback by the greedy nature of the boy. He knew he was no saint but the youngest red head didn't even acknowledge the death of his companion for the last four years with any sorrow whatsoever before asking if there was money for him. It gave Minerva an idea but they would have to act on it quickly before Albus went to Gringotts. Minerva glanced at the other kids in the room and saw that they were sad but not enough to indicate the closeness they once shared. They had to be controlled somehow because Hermione and Ginny should have reacted a lot stronger than mere acceptance. The only true reaction in the room was by Ronald. It only confirmed that he was in on whatever was going on.

**ALM**

After seeing all she needed to see, Minerva flooed to the Leaky Cauldron before making her way back to the hideout. Mad-Eye was already there with a laughing Harry. All she heard was "So I'm dead and free?"

Moody chuckled. "It seems that way. You have more time to do what we need to instead of returning to Hogwarts. We can now come at them from the shadows and no one will ever believe a dead man came back to life."

Harry snorted. "Not including Tom right?"

Mad-Eye chuckled. "You know what I mean. Hell no one believes he's back now except those of us in the know. The only reason Albus really does is because of Snape."

Minerva interrupted. "I think we need to make another trip to Gringotts and let them know what's going on. You could write a will and leave some things to your friends if you so desire or not." She then went on the describe everything she witnessed.

An evil grin came across Harry's face. "I'm sure Bearclaw will help with this. He'd do anything to screw Albus over after the interference he ran all these years. Hell, he'd do it just to see his face after all the times he tried to access the Potter family vaults. Thanks for taking me by the way. It was almost as educational as what you guys have been teaching me."

Minerva nodded. "It should have been revealed to you on your eleventh birthday. All we did was right an old wrong for which I find myself unable to not once again apologize for my inaction."

They went to Gringotts as soon as Harry pulled on a robe and his father's invisibility cloak. Upon meeting with Bearclaw, they had a fake will set up which distributed a very little of the assets available to Harry. Since Albus was never the official guardian of Harry in Gringotts' records, he had no way of knowing the exact assets available to the Potter family. The only way he would have known is if he had allowed Harry to read his parents' will and had Harry name him as his guardian. Since Harry did none of this, Albus' attempts of being Harry's guardian were all fabricated with the intention being that if Albus said it enough, the magical population of England would eventually believe it. Thankfully, the Goblins didn't see it that way.

**ALM**

Days later, the homunculus finally expired and after a quick note from Harry, Bearclaw sent the notices out for the will reading of Harry James Potter. Two days later, a conference room at Gringotts was filled with those closest to Harry. Gringotts policy only allowed those specifically named in a will into the reading so once all the greedy looking people were seated, Bearclaw pulled out a piece of parchment.

Albus spoke up. "Excuse me Account Manager Bearclaw but I think I may have the most up to date copy of Mr. Potter's will."

Bearclaw held out his hand for the piece of parchment. It was his intention to verify this so-called copy and as he stared at it for a minute, he had to hold back laughter at Albus' attempt to weave a compulsion charm into the document. Dumbledore must believe in his own legend if he thought his compulsion charm could in any way affect a full blooded Goblin. He made a mental note to summon cousin Flitwick to have him checked over. He read the work of fiction and after a moment to calm his anger, pushed magic through his hands to ignite it. Everyone in the room watched with wide eyes as the will burnt until it was no more than a scrap which Bearclaw placed into a dish on the table. "That copy did not have my clients' magical signature on it therefore it is invalid despite who handed it to me. The copy I have was sworn to me after the end of the school year in my office and signed in blood. From my correspondence with young Harry, none of you have had any contact with him since the last day of school and some even further back than that. If that is all of the interruptions, I would like to proceed with this unpleasantness."

Albus said "My Apologies." It was that moment that most in the room lost their superior attitudes knowing that this day was not going to go as they thought. Albus was also wondering when Harry had the chance to go to Gringotts but then brushed it off as maybe they came to him as he very well knew they were very protective of the Potter heir.

Bearclaw started. "This is the last will and testament of Harry James Potter. Only the people named have been allowed admittance to the reading. Most of this was put on parchment as he spoke so it will not have the normal legalese of a standard will but that does not make it any less binding." The last was said with a glare at Dumbledore.

Bearclaw picked up the sheet of parchment and began to read.

"I, Harry James Potter, under no duress and of my own free will make this last will and testament to see to the distribution of my effects. If anyone has a problem with what I have left them, you are welcome to come to the other side and talk to me about it for that is the only way the contents of this will can be changed. I'm sure you will be treated with the same courtesy and respect that I have since I entered the magical world."

Several people in the room shifted in their seats. This was starting to sound not very good at all.

"Ah…where to start…I guess we can start with Tom Marvolo Riddle…Voldemort…are you there? (There were several gasps.) Yeah...I didn't think the coward would have the stones to show up for this even though it'll probably be his only free shot at the lot of you. Anyway…you already took enough from me so I'm not leaving you squat. I just wanted to see if you were man enough to appear but then we both know you aren't judging by the lack of genitalia I witnessed at your rebirth. By the way Tom…I informed Gringotts that it was you who broke in before my first year. I'm sure by this time they have fined the crap out of you and are looking forward to your next visit. Good luck with that. You may make most of the wizards in Britain piss their pants in fear but I've seen the Gringotts' guards in action and they make your elite Death Eaters look like a bunch of…well pure-bloods. If that was not clear enough then you can use in-bred idiots instead for that is what most of the pure-bloods are."

Everyone in the room was stunned and Bearclaw chuckled at their reactions. Tom was never summoned to the reading…it was just another slap to the face of his friends. Remus was smart enough to take it for what it was as he shook his head. Leave it to the youngest Potter to pull a prank worthy of his father and godfather and on Albus and the Dark Lord no less.

Harry's whole purpose in this was the hope that Snape would have to report, in detail, everything heard in the will reading. If this happened, things wouldn't go too well for the man who had made his life miserable for the last thirteen years.

"Hmmm…who's next….I know….Snape Snape Severus Snape. You sir (I use that term lightly.) are the greasiest and slimiest bastard I have ever had the displeasure to meet. Snivelous, there's going to come a day when your mouth is going to write a check your body can't cash. I so look forward to it as I'll be there waiting with Mum, Dad, and Sirius to kick your slimy arse all the way to the gates of hell. I'm sure you'll have plenty of company seeing as all your Death Eater buddies and Order cronies will be there too or will soon be joining you. I also leave you zip as you already took enough from me when you pointed Tom at my parents and then helped get Sirius murdered. I would like to finish with a thought for you. My mother loved me and my father so much that she preferred death over Tom's offer to spare her for you. If that wasn't clear enough, she thought dying was better than living and having your greasy paws on her."

A lot of eyes were turned toward him as he shifted in his seat but it was obvious he was outraged by the color of his face. Albus was shocked at the things Harry knew and wondered how he found out.

"Ahh...another good one…Albus I-have-too-many-middle-names-to-make-myself-look-important Dumbledore…I also leave you zilch. It was bad enough what Tom and Snivelous did to me but you just allowed it to happen along with every other bad thing in my life. I've heard that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. If that's the case, I'd hate to see where you're going but I'm sure Lord Hades has a special place all picked out just for you."

"Moving on…Arthur Weasley…you were called because…well…I really appreciate everything you've tried to do for me over the years. You've been the father figure I always needed and I appreciate it. Because of this, I'm leaving you G2000. I know it's not a lot but I hope you accept with a heartfelt thank you."

Everyone began to relax as it seemed the worst was over.

"To the rest of the Weasleys, you'll just have to hope Arthur shares with you. Mrs. Weasley…I may have spent a total of about three to four weeks at your house and I appreciate the care you gave me but you will never be Lily Potter. I'm sorry if that hurts but no one can top what my mother did for me…ever. At least at this point I get to be with the people who truly cared for me and not because of what they thought I could do for or give them. Bill and Charlie…I only met you once and you seemed alright to me but I don't know you well enough to decide one way or the other. On the other hand…Percy you will always be a prick and I hope that one day you'll get up off your knees in front of the Minister and be the man your father taught you to be. As a side note, I think you might be a whole lot happier if you'd pull that ginormous stick out of your arse."

The family of red-heads was turning bright red. Bearclaw didn't know if it was from anger or embarrassment and quite frankly, he didn't care. Snape stood. "I wish to be excused. I no longer care to listen to the little egomaniac prattle on about how hard his life was."

Bearclaw stopped and looked at him. "You have that right Mr. Snape but under the terms granted Gringotts by your Ministry, we have the right to make sure none of the proceedings are revealed until the end of the reading. Guards, take Mr. Snape to the dungeons while we finish."

Snape tried to sit back down quickly but the Goblins quickly had him up and out of the room. Everyone looked on in shock but even Albus kept his mouth closed so that he wouldn't end up in the same situation. Snape's expected ranting came to a quick end when one of the guards used the flat part of his blade to knock the potion's master out to stop the noise.

Bearclaw said. "It appears I will have to add another galleon to Mr. Potter's trust. He made a bet with me that Mr. Snape would jump up about that time and decry the pointlessness of these proceedings. Just to let you know…I don't like losing a bet and I hope none of you get to see how I will react to losing to a dead young human again." Bearclaw chuckled in his head. The look of shock on the faces in the room was too much that he almost lost his composure. He knew if he glanced at Minerva…it would all be over so he kept his eyes on the parchment.

"Continuing…to Ronald Weasley…were you ever my friend? I should ask the same question of Ginevra, Fred, and George. I grew up with no family and in my first year at Hogwarts…I finally had one or so I thought…in you. This past year made me reevaluate a lot of things and all I can figure is that I was set up. I know I can be brash and reckless…I find it one of my most endearing traits contrary to popular belief. I know it served at least two of our group well in the past because if I didn't have that trait…Hermione and Ginny would not be with us now. I guess the both of you lucked out with my death and since I have no heirs…the life debts you two owe me cannot be passed on. Well enough about all that…I leave my brothers and sister…thirty sickles each. If you don't know the significance…I'm sure Hermione can clue you in since she knows everything."

Ron's face grew red as he only got thirty sickles. Hermione looked shocked that Harry would speak about her that way but knew he was within his rights after what she did to him. The other three had the decency to look ashamed.

"Speaking of Hermione Granger. (Hermione paled at this.) I would have really have liked to talk to you when school ended to find out what I did wrong. If nothing else, I wanted to know so that I would not make that mistake again. Since evidently I died, I guess it doesn't matter anymore. Hermione, I gave you all of me and you threw it away. I was hurt most by your actions and how you broke our oath without even talking to me. If you were unhappy with our arrangement, you could have come to me me I would have released you from it as all I've ever wanted was for you to be happy. I love you too much to ever see you in pain so I canceled the oath and bond on my end and took the punishment for you. I'm sorry to say that with the destruction of the bond, I have nothing left to give you except a few words. "I wish the best in life for you and hope all your dreams come true."

Hermione was truly crying now and no amount of attention could stop it. It wouldn't matter anyway because the person she was tied to was so jealous and angry that he couldn't think straight at the moment anyway. Albus was afraid of what might be revealed if this continued but Harry had masterfully set the stage and he could only watch the scenes play out.

"To Remus…I don't really think you need anything to remember me by and I'm pretty sure Sirius left you enough money so you don't need anything I would give you. Quite frankly…you were never there for me so I don't feel I owe you anything. I'm also sure that thoughts of my well being never really crossed your mind but I really don't blame you as no one wants to be saddled with someone else's kid. Besides, the whole idea of you raising a child is just ludicrous since you can barely take care of yourself. I want you to know that I have no hard feelings for you and I wish you the best in life. I hope things turn around for you because I know they have for me since I should now be with the people who actually love and care for me and don't just give me lip service."

Remus looked gut punched at Harry's words. The worst part about it was that every word was true. With a trail of tears rolling down his face, there was nothing to say so he sat there quietly and was lost in thoughts about how badly he had failed Harry.

It never felt good to be publicly called out on your failures and he had definitely failed Harry and continued to do so with his inaction this past year. Minerva felt sorry for the Marauder but she agreed with Harry in that he made his bed with Harry a long time ago. This past year, Harry gave him the opportunity to be in his life and he had failed miserably.

"This brings us to the last person on the list. Minerva McGonagall. We haven't always agreed and there were times when I've been angry at you beyond belief but there is one thing I've always remembered about you. Next to Hagrid's gift of Hedwig before my first year…you were the first person to ever show me that I was worth something and give me a truly wondrous gift. There's no event in my life that saddens me more than when the Whomping Willow destroyed the second amazing gift I've ever received. Even after getting the Firebolt…the Nimbus still held a special place in my heart as do you. I don't know if I ever said the words 'Thank You' but I am now. To repay your generosity, I am leaving the remains of my personal vault to the Gryffindor Quidditch team so that they will never go without proper equipment. The only stipulation is that Bearclaw will hold this gold in trust until the year 2003 so that no one currently at the school will benefit from the gift. Their treatment of me this past year was deplorable and I will not do anything to benefit the current students."

Minerva nodded and pretended to wipe a tear from her eye. Hermione finally spoke up. "What is to happen to Hedwig? I would be honored to care for her since Harry can't."

Minerva managed a small smile. "I'm sorry Miss Granger but I've asked several of the members of the Order and none of them have seen Hedwig. It is my assumption that she either left or chose to follow her familiar to the other side."

Another tear slid down Hermione's face as she gave a nod. Minerva hated telling the half truth since Hedwig was at Harry's side just like she always was. Minerva did smile inwardly at Hermione's kindness. She knew it was what drew Harry and her together in the first place and a trait both shared that made them so well matched. She still wanted to know what happened but also knew with the activities between her and Ronald; things could never go back to the way they were. She also knew despite his statements otherwise, her loss was what hurt Harry the most and truth be told, still did. She knew it was going to take a long time for Harry to heal from the break since even to this day he loved her still.

She hated this whole thing even if it was her idea. Her only consolation with this will was that nothing said this afternoon was a lie which she was thankful for. It may not have been the whole truth but they felt taking a page out of Albus' book was fair play in this situation.

Bearclaw cleared his throat. "Finally, if there are any other funds I am entitled to other than my trust vault, I instruct Gringotts to continue to handle them in the manner set forth by my ancestors. These assets will be made available to continue the Potter legacy of contributing to charity in perpetuity or until they run out. I also charge Gringotts and specifically the Potter account manager in investing aggressively to increase the funds available. I also name the Potter Account Manager as executor to make sure my final wishes are carried out."

Bearclaw looked at the shocked faces. Albus was especially pale as the entire Potter fortune was basically given to charity instead of him. He really couldn't say anything as it was his own actions that lead to Harry not knowing of the vast assets held by his family. He hoped that as stunned and shamed as everyone was at the moment, they would not make the connection of Albus' actions.

Bearclaw announced the will reading was over and everyone filed out and eventually left the bank with their heads down. Bearclaw could only grin as he watched his young account holder bitch slap the entire group except for Arthur and Minerva. He poured himself a mug of grog and took a long pull of the harsh drink in celebration. Some days were so much better than others and this one would count as one of the better ones.

After several long minutes of reflection over the reading, he knew it was time to get back to work and pulled another sheet of parchment from the drawer in his desk. He read over it and then pushed a series of runes etched into a tablet summoning the Black family account manager. The supposed last will of Sirius Black was weighing heavily on him after reading the fiction handed him by Dumbledore. He found it too convenient that the old man just happened to have Sirius' will in his possession last year and as it was not his account, wanted to do the verification on it to make sure a certain old man was not trying to screw his client out of even more gold. If the will failed the Black family verification, it would mean that it was either forced or a complete fake. With that thought, he pressed another series of runes asking his warlord's attendance on an important matter. There very well could be a goblin losing his head today if he was in anyway part of the deception and theft.