Several hours later, Harry was woken by the sound of arguing. He could recognise the tones of a very unhappy Mrs Weasley and a male that he didn't recognise. Their conversation was about whether Harry should be at the Burrow as his parents will had been read and he needed to speak to his new magical guardian.

It was all that Harry could do not to smile.

Slowly he made sounds as if waking. It was only when he moved that the pain hit him. Quickly he rolled over to the edge of the bed and was very sick again.

He felt someone help him sit up and they offered him his glasses and a cup of water. When he could see what was happening he was most surprised to see a goblin standing next to him, while Mrs Weasley and the other Weasleys were standing on the far side of the room looking disgusted.

"I need privacy to speak to my client," the goblin commanded.

Quickly Mrs Weasley herded everyone out, only to return and sit on the bed next to Harry.

Both the goblin and Harry turned to look at Mrs Weasley incredulously, and then to each other – did she really think that the request for privacy did not include her.

Harry discretely nodded to the goblin; the goblin in turn looked to Mrs Weasley and said, "that includes you, Madam."

"Oh no," Mrs Weasley said, "I couldn't possibly leave Harry at a time like this."

"I think that it might be best, Mrs Weasley," Harry added.

"But the headmaster…."

"This has nothing to do with the headmaster, Madam, so if you could leave. I really need to get on."

After her departure the goblin used his magic to form wards against spying and recording. With another wave of his hand Harry felt as though a warm breeze passed over him and even though he hurt like hell, he did feel refreshed.

"I am sorry, Mr Potter, I don't have a healing or pain potion on me, I did not realise that one would be required."

"That's ok, I am used to it and please call me Harry."

"We won't have much time before the esteemed headmaster descends upon us. As you will be aware your parent's wills were never read. This was because of an old law that the headmaster, as head of the wizenmigot had enacted. It would stop the will from being read as there was no proof who murdered your parents. To cut a long story short today the murderer confessed, so here are the personal elements to their wills."

He handed two small white marbles; they were not solid white but had the appearance of a swirling cloud.

"To hear them out loud simply touch them with your wand."

Harry reached for his wand that was under his pillow and dropping one into the bed between his knees he gently touched the other with his wand.

The cloud in the marble became a tornado that became bigger and bigger until both Harry and the goblin appeared to be on the inside.

There sitting at a desk looking at a small marble was his mother.

She smiled and said, 'Hello, Harry, my darling, I so wish that I could be with you. Time is short so here goes. You are the sole heir to the Evans estate. That is everything in my personal vault and the ancestral one. The Evans come form a line of squibs, with the research that I have done I have found out that if a third generation squib marries another third generation squib then their of spring will be magical. If a squib does not marry another squib at that stage then by the forth generation the children will be magical regards of the other parent. This means that half of what Voldemort is fighting for is null and void, the rest I tend to agree with. The research files that I have left for you are in my vaults at Gringotts. A couple more things that you should know, Petuntia is not my true sister, she is cousin in-law, my parents fostered her, and lastly I have my doubts that the coming war is everything that the headmaster said it is. I will think no less of you my son, if after you have heard the evidence from both sides that you choose for your self where you believe you should be in the war. I will always love you." With that Lily Potter nee Evans turned to smoke and with a swirl of with disappeared. Harry was left sitting on his bed at the Burrow looking at the small white marble.

Harry turned to the goblin with glistening eyes. The goblin smiled as he saw Harry curl a fist around the marble as if to never let go.

"It is alright, Harry Potter, these wills are yours to keep, I am sure that you will want to look again and reflect on what was said, I would urge you though to proceed with the second. I know that time is of the essence and I feel that it would be in your best interest to look at it now."

Harry swapped the marbles and tapped it with his wand. Sitting at the same desk as his mother sat James Potter. "Harry, son I must start by saying that I agree with your mother – you must choose the side of the war you feel will do the most for you. What I mean is that I want you to be safe, I don't believe everything that the headmaster is spouting and as for this prophecy – we you only need to look at Trelawny to see a that there is a crack or two in it. This may come as a surprise but I am the heir of Griffindor, well that means that you are now. As far as I know the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaws have died out, but that will be worth checking just to confirm. I say this because Voldemort is claiming to be the heir of Slytherin if this is the case and you worked out a truce you would be able to claim Hogwarts and get rid of the headmaster. All paper work is in the family vault. In case you don't already know there is my personal vault, the Potter family vault and the Griffindor family vault as well as your school trust fund. If you ever claim Hogwarts then you will be entitled to half of the 'other' founder's vaults as well. All you have to do to be emancipated early is be able to produce a seventh year spell when asked to do so. I have to go but know that I would have done anything to be with you – I love you my son. Goodbye." James Potter turned to smoke and then disappeared.