Ok, I know it has been a quite a while since I've updated, but real life has been a bitch and I just couldn't find the time nor the will to write. Have no fears, though. I've already got the next chapter mostly planned out and I most definately want to get this baby going again. I've actually got a plot bunny, so the story as a whole may get better.

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Regulus took a deep breath, staring at the entrance of Gringotts. He didn't want to do this. Wasn't it bad enough he had to wake up every morning knowing that Severus was dead? Why would Severus put him through this? No amount of money or potions ingredients Sev could have left him would be worth listening to his best friend's will reading.

Steeling his nerves, Regulus walked through the bronze and silver doors, nodding politely at the goblins, and forced himself to walk to the nearest open teller. The goblin ignored him in favor of counting a pile of galleons. Regulus cleared his throat and earned a sneer for his efforts.

"Forgive me for interrupting, but I was wondering if you could tell me where Severus Snape's will reading is to be held."

"Do you have your letter of invitation?"

"Yes," Regulus placed the slightly tear stained letter from his robes. The goblin peered at it closely before handing it back and calling for another goblin.

"Griphook will show you the way."

"Thank you."

Griphook passed by the carts, leading him to a door at the far end of the hall.

"The reading is scheduled to begin in half an hour, Mr. Black."

"Thank you, Griphook."

The goblin gave a small bow and left Regulus to his thoughts. The youngest Black stood staring at the doors, desperately wishing he had let Remus come with him. He didn't think he could do this, walk through those doors and listen to whatever it was Severus wanted him to hear. It wasn't fair, damn it!

The doors in front of him creaked open and Minerva McGonagall gently took his hand to lead him into the room. As soon as he was seated, Dumbledore took his other hand and squeezed it gently. Regulus wanted to bolt; he couldn't deal with another twenty minutes of this silent pity! He looked up when Albus squeezed a little harder and gestured to a goblin with his free hand.

"Regulus, this is Bogrod. He is in charge if the reading."

The goblin nodded and Regulus returned the gesture, though his was a bit shakier.

"Since everyone has arrived, I see no reason to delay the reading." Bogrod unrolled a scroll and cleared his throat.

"I, Severus Salazar Snape, of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath my worldly possessions as follows:

To Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore I do hereby leave my mother's vast library of Transfiguration texts, may they be more useful to you than they were to me.

To Filius Flitwick I do hereby leave my mother's Charms texts and my handcrafted chess set. Hopefully you will one day learn how to play without resorting to color changing charms.

To Regulus Black I do hereby leave everything else in my possession; my vaults, properties, potions supplies, recipes, research, books, odds and ends, and anything else he wishes to keep.

This is my will. So mote it be."

Familiar magic swirled around them, the last bit of magic Severus Snape would ever do.

Regulus could not help it, he wept.

Minerva immediately made to lead him from the room, but Bogrod stopped her.

"Mr. Snape left a letter for you, Mr. Black. He asked that you read it here, alone, so that you may make the appropriate arrangements."

Regulus cried harder.