A/N To respond to some questions and comments-

Commando678- My assumption is that the Fidelius doesn't stop people from saying the address, it stops others from being able to understand it. I'm pretty sure that people other than Dumbledore say the words Grimmauld Place in canon, so I assumed that anyone that doesn't know the secret wouldn't be able to remember what was said

kdda- Yes, I have actually uploaded this here before. I decided to rewrite the story because #1 I didn't like the title and #2 I did exactly the thing I didn't want to and started giving Harry too many powers (I decided to take out his metamorph powers and slow down his other training a little bit. I'm trying to make a powerful, but not Super Harry, the sort of wizard that could maybe one day match ol' snake lips) and emancipation, which I didn't think was really necessary and instead went in a different direction for his summer training.

Mrwinter1- While it would be rebellious to tell Dumbledore to shove it, it would give the old man a chance at trying some other way to stop Harry from attending the will reading. Plus it would ruin the fun.

Half Alien- Sorry, I won't be using those exact words

OoOXylionOoO- I really love the Harry/Tonks pairing too. Who knows, maybe Harry is willing to do a little wolfie style to get with a sexy metamorph... Okay, so that won't happen, seeing as I'm pretty much writing Remus as his sort of favorite uncle, so that would be just wrong. Still, doesn't mean Harry/Tonks can't happen. In the end I still haven't decide on a final pairing or if there will even be one.

Chapter 10

Reading and Revelations

Two days later Harry was frowning at the mirror, "There you go Harry," Tonks said as she finished changing his hair, a large smile across her face. "Now just the scar," she said tapping her wand against his jagged scar, causing it to fade. It was still visible to anyone that looked close enough, but if a Death Eater was able to inspect his forehead that closely he probably had more pressing concerns. "And the eyes," Tonks said, tapping him on the bridge of his nose. He looked in the mirror and found a pair of blue eyes staring back at him. He grinned and quickly thanked Tonks before opening the door and leaving the bathroom.

"Woah," Susan said as he came out of the bathroom, "I hardly even recognize you," she said looking awed at his transformation.

He smiled back at her, "Just wait until you see what she'll do for you," he said, giving her a little push towards the bathroom. That was all the invitation she needed as she rushed in. Harry grinned and turned towards his room to grab his shopping list before heading downstairs to wait. If everything went well today they would go shopping to replace his wizarding possessions, something he had been looking forward to for days. He sat down on a couch and began practicing his Occlumency exercises while he waited, to make up for skipping them the day before.

Almost twenty minutes passed before the girls came down the stairs. Susan had changed her usual hair style, her normally wavy red hair now straight and blonde, her brown eyes now blue. Tonks had also given her a tan, making her even harder to recognize, before morphing herself to look like her sister.

Remus emerged from the kitchen, "Everyone ready to go?" he asked, licking the last crumbs of his breakfast from his fingers as he did. The other three nodded, "Alright, I'll go make sure it's all clear," he said, before disappearing with a small pop. Harry, Tonks and Susan waited for a minute before a bolt of silver shot into the room, materializing into a silver Grim. The grim opened it's mouth and Remus' voice came out, "All clear," he said.

Tonks placed her hand on Susan's shoulder, "See you there Harry," she said before disappearing. Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on the Apparition point in Diagon Alley before turning and disappearing with a tiny pop.

"Wow Harry, that was almost silent," Susan said as she looked at him with a little bit of awe as he opened his eyes to find himself standing amidst the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley.

"Oi, watch the names Amy," Tonks said, emphasizing the name as she looked suspiciously at passersby, making sure none were eavesdropping on them.

Susan clapped her hand over her mouth, "Sorry Jim, Andie," she said, looking at both her companions remembering their covers.

Tonks shook her head, suspiciously gazing at passersby, "It's alright, just be careful from now on. Come on, let's head to Gringotts," she said, turning and heading towards the bank as she did. Each keeping a hand on their wand as they headed towards the bank, they passed Remus who was pretending to look at the wares on display in a shop window before he turned and followed just a little ways behind them. None of them relaxed until they were inside the bank, luckily making it quickly and without incident. Once inside the doors they ducked to the side and quickly undid their disguises, allowing Remus to catch up with them.

Remus took the lead as they moved towards one of the goblins seated behind the counter, "We're here for the Black will reading."

The goblin in question bared it's teeth at them for a moment before jumping down from its raised chair, "This way," was it's only response as it hurried off in the opposite direction from the carts that lead down to the vaults. Harry followed along with the others as they were led through a maze of corridors, before they ended up in an ornate room with a podium at one end. Harry looked around, taking note of the people that had already arrived. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat on one side of the room, with Tonks' parents, while Draco and Narcissa Malfoy sat on the opposite side deep in conversation, likely plotting how to steal all of Sirius' money.

Harry shook his head and went to take a seat over by the Weasley's, followed by Remus, Tonks and Susan. Mrs. Weasley, hearing the footsteps headed in their direction, looked over, bounding out of her seat to race over and wrap Harry up in one of her trademark Weasley hugs.

"Harry, dear, what are you doing here? Professor Dumbledore said you weren't coming. He said it's too dangerous for you to be out."

Harry returned the hug for a moment, before pushing himself from her grasp, "It's fine Mrs. Weasley, I changed my mind. I decided at the last minute that I couldn't miss it," he half-lied, giving her the impression that it had originally been his decision not to attend, "I never got a chance to say goodbye to Sirius, seeing as he didn't have a funeral, so I thought maybe I could pay my last respects today," he said, his eyes watering at the thought of saying goodbye to his godfather helping to sell his deception.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him with pity for a moment before drawing him into another, slightly less bone-crushing hug, "I'm sorry Harry. I know how much you loved your godfather, I'm sure Dumbledore will understand." Harry smiled, happy that he had managed to avoid another lecture from her. He loved her like family, but he wouldn't be surprised to learn that one of her ancestors had been a banshee.

Harry turned as Tonks began to speak, "Speak of the devil," she said, gesturing towards the doors which had opened up again to admit the headmaster and the goblin Griphook, carrying a thick envelope. Harry had to stifle a laugh as Dumbledore gave a start, noticing Harry as soon as he walked in. He walked over to where Harry was seated, the usual twinkle once again missing from his eyes.

"Mr. Potter, a word please," he said, immediately turning and walking to the back corner of the room. The goblin that had followed him into the room gave him an annoyed look, clearly frustrated at the delay, but Harry grinned as he stood and slowly made his way over, deliberately taking his time in an effort to annoy the headmaster. Harry knew from experience that it took a lot to get under the headmaster's skin, so he was going to fully enjoy it.

"Can I help you Albus?" he asked as he finally made his way over.

Dumbledore looked at him, "Albus?" he asked in a clipped tone, arching his eyebrow.

"Well of course Albus, if you're supposed to be my guardian, I figured we should be less formal," Harry replied, refusing to be intimidated by the old man, "Headmaster and Professor just seem so... cold."

The headmaster watched him for a moment before he spoke again, "I suppose that will be acceptable Harry while we are away from school. That, however, is not what I wished to speak to you about. I told you that I would handle the will reading for you Harry, so I must ask why you felt it necessary to ignore me?"

Harry looked at him and shrugged, suppressing the grin he felt, "Well headmaster, I thought it might be difficult for you to claim my inheritance for me."

"Why is that Harry? It is a very simple process. As I explained to you yesterday, the form you signed gives me the ability to accept your inheritance on your behalf," he said, pulling out the form as he did.

Harry looked at the form for a moment, unable to suppress a grin, before looking back at the headmaster and taking on an innocent tone, "Well Albus, I was worried that maybe the goblins wouldn't allow it, seeing as I didn't actually sign my name on there." Dumbledore looked at him in shock for a moment before turning his gaze to the paper in his hand. He looked at the signature only to find that it did not in fact read Harry Potter, and instead read He's a Poofter. Harry burst out laughing as the look on his headmaster's face changed from shock, to confusion, to outrage.

Dumbledore recovered quickly, "That will be enough Mr. Potter. I think it time you returned to headquarters."

"I don't think so Professor," he said, emphasizing the title, "I think I'd rather stay."

"I think you are forgetting something Mr. Potter. As your guardian-"

Harry interrupted, "And I think you're forgetting something Dumbledore. I'm a teenager. As I'm sure you're aware, being the headmaster of a school filled with them, we seldom do as we're told," he said, turning around and heading back towards his seat. "Now come on, let's get this show on the road," he said to the goblin standing at the front of the room tapping it's foot impatiently.

Griphook quickly pulled an envelope from the large stack he was carrying and opened it before any more interruptions could occur and began reading, forcing the headmaster to quietly take his seat. "I, Sirius Black, being of sound mind and body, hereby declare this to be my last will and testament." Here the goblin stopped, reading the next line and furrowing his brow in disdain, "Well now the formal shite is out of the way, let's get down to the business of giving away all my stuff," Harry looked over at Tonks as she giggled beside him. "To Arthur and Molly Weasley, for taking such good care of my godson, I leave 10,000 galleons. Molly I know we disagreed on a lot of things, but I was always thankful for the way you looked after Harry and I hope you will continue to do so. Just remember that he is a young man now, capable of making his own decisions," Harry looked over at Mrs Weasley, who had burst into tears. Griphook continued, "To Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, I also leave 10,000 galleons each for being there for Harry when I couldn't be," at this point Harry interrupted.

"Um, excuse me Griphook, will Ron and Hermione be able to claim their inheritance, seeing as they aren't here?"

The goblin sneered down at him, "Mr Weasley's parents are able to claim his for him. Ms Granger, however, has forfeit her claim."

"So what happens to it then?" he asked.

"It will return to the estate," Griphook said, obviously annoyed by what he deemed stupid questions, "now if that is all, may I continue?" Harry nodded his head and the goblin continued reading, "To Albus Dumbledore, I leave the Black family library. Many of the books there should never see the light of day and I know of no one safer to make sure they stay locked away," Dumbledore nodded, though he looked as if he were dreading what was to come, which confused Harry as he knew the gift of rare books was second on the old wizard's wish list only to a pair of warm wool socks.

"To Andromeda Tonks, I hereby reinstate you to the Black family and leave you 10,000 galleons," Harry looked over at Tonks' mother, who was now hugging her husband. Tonks had a large smile on her face as she beamed at her mother, obviously ecstatic at being welcomed back to her family. "To my favorite cousin, Nymphadora Tonks, haha, can't hit me now can you, Nymphie," Tonks rolled her eyes at Sirius' childishnesse, "I'd like to thank you for all the time you've spent keeping me company over the last few months. I wish I could have been there for you as you grew up, teaching my little cousin to prank and hexing any of the boys that tried to take advantage of you. I also reinstate you to the Black family and leave you 25,000 galleons along with my motorbike, under the condition that you teach Harry how to ride it," Harry beamed at that. He had wanted to ride that motorcycle again ever since he had found out it was real.

"To my godson Harry Potter, I leave 100,000 galleons and my family home. Take care of Moony for me, maybe help him realize a certain pink-haired auror isn't hung up on his furry little problem," Harry grinned as he looked over to see both Remus and Tonks' faces broke from their thoughtful gaze to flush with embarrassment, he didn't think that request would be much of a problem, "and most importantly pup, take care of yourself. Find a cute girl and make yourself happy. You can't let Voldemort dictate what you do with your life, you need to live it the way you want to. I love you Harry, and I'm going to miss you, even though I hope we don't see each other for a good long time yet."

"Last, but definitely not least, to Remus Lupin, my brother in all but blood, I leave 100,000 galleons and all of my clothes. I can't name you Harry's guardian directly, but I did find a loophole. With that in mind, I name you Regent of the House of Black. I know it won't be easy Moony, but I need you to take care of Harry for me. Teach him what you can, but allow him to make his own decisions. Don't let anyone manipulate him, whether they be psychotic Dark Lord, incompetent Minister or meddling headmaster." Harry looked over at Remus, whose eyes were filled with tears. Harry had an idea of how close the two Marauders had become in the last year, so he knew how much it meant to Remus to have that sort of trust from his last remaining childhood friend.

Harry looked over at Dumbledore, who sat with shoulders slumped, defeated. He understood now why the headmaster had tried to keep him away from the will reading. He would have tried to talk Remus into keeping Harry in the dark and under control. He felt his respect for the headmaster drop yet another rung as he attempted to glare a hole through him. His attempts were interrupted however as the goblin continued the will reading.

"Now as per family bylaw, the position of head of the Black family, along with all other remaining assets, will go to the closest remaining male relative."

At this point Malfoy stood up, cutting off the goblin, "Ha, suck it Potter. You may have gotten a little gold, but even your mangy godfather couldn't keep me from what is mine in the end." Harry looked over at Malfoy, having forgotten he was there. He felt his mouth fall open in shock. He couldn't believe that Sirius would allow Malfoy of all people to become head of his family. He was about to respond when Griphook cut him off.

"I was not finished Mr. Malfoy," he said, staring at Malfoy until he returned to seat, before returning his eyes to the parchment in front of him. "Now, as I'm sure Draco has stood up and made an ass of himself by now," everyone in the room looked over at Malfoy, then at each other before laughing quietly to themselves, "I should probably inform him that as things stand he is NOT the closest remaining Black relative."

Malfoy stood up, "What is that mutt talking about, of course I am," he shouted.

Griphook just looked at him with a sneer, "Be seated Mr. Malfoy or you will be removed from these proceedings."

He continued reading from the will as Malfoy sat down, "He is not the closest remaining male Black, because as of an hour ago, he, along with his mother and aunt Bellatrix were all formally disowned from the Black family," Malfoy looked like he was about to explode, "which brings me to the last piece of the agenda. It is an offer Draco. An offer to reinstate you into the family, which would in turn make you the heir and the recipient of the bulk of the Black estates." Malfoy seemed to calm down, while Harry watched, curious as to what Sirius was playing at. "In exchange for being reinstated to the family, you must make an Unbreakable Vow to Harry before you leave this room. A vow not to join or support Voldemort. Instead you must vow to join the fight against him and bring honor back to the Black family." Harry stared at the goblin in awe. He couldn't believe it. Never would he have thought Sirius could be so brilliant, so cunning, so Slytherin. Malfoy either ditched Voldemort, stopping the flow of his immense wealth from funding his attacks or he outed himself as one of his supporters. A large grin spread across his face as he looked around the room, watching peoples faces as they came to the same conclusion.

Harry turned to watch Malfoy stare at the goblin in horror, "Surely he can't be serious."

"Of course he's Sirius, don't you even know your uncle's name?" Harry laughed completely enjoying Sirius' last prank. He looked over at Remus, who rolled his eyes at his lame joke.

"Shut up Potter, that mangy mutt can't do this to me, I am the rightful heir to the Black fortune."

Griphook spoke up, "He is well within his rights as head of house to disown or reinstate any family member he wishes. If you wish to become head of the house of Black you must make the Unbreakable Vow."

"And if I don't?" Draco fumed.

Griphook sneered at him, "Then the head of family Black will go to the next closest male relative, which, due to his great-grandmother having been born a Black, just happens to be Mr. Potter here."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't known that he was so closely related to Sirius.

Malfoy glared at the goblin for a full minute before he turned to Harry, "This isn't over Potter."

Harry just smirked at him, unable to resist the urge to taunt his schoolyard nemesis, "No, of course it isn't, you still haven't made your decision. So what will it be Draco? Or should I call you cousin?"

Malfoy gave him a last glare before turning and exiting the room in a rush, slamming the door behind him. "Well I guess that's a no," Harry laughed as he watched Mrs. Malfoy hurry to catch up with her son. He turned to the goblin, "So how much exactly is the remaining assets?"

Griphook looked at him and smirked, "The Black family wealth has dwindled in recent years, so with Ms. Grangers inheritance going unclaimed, it is a little over 10000 galleons."

Harry burst out laughing, "So Malfoy just wasted his morning and outed himself as a Death Nibbler over 10000 galleons that he didn't even get?" He couldn't help it, that was just about the funniest thing he had heard in his life. "Merlin, and here I was thinking Padfoot had lost his mind."

Moony grinned back at him, "Well, Padfoot did always have a thing for knocking self important people down a peg. I'm sure he would to happy to know his last prank went over so well." Susan and Tonks were beside him trying to catch their breaths as they calmed their laughter while Dumbledore walked over to the group.

"Well, now that this is done, I think it is time for you to return home Harry."

Harry's laughter cut off abruptly. He couldn't believe the nerve of the old goat. "Sorry professor," he said, emphasizing the title, "but we have plans for this afternoon." Harry turned and moved to walk past him, Dumbledore however had other plans as he moved in front of him again.

"Harry, I really think it would be best if-"

"I don't really care what you think, you old fool," he noticed Susan's hand fly to her mouth and Remus' eyes widen in shock as they listened. Even Tonks seemed surprised by the way he casually disrespected the headmaster. "You knew, didn't you, that Sirius had made Remus my guardian? And yet you had the nerve to try to stop me from coming here and finding out, so that you could control me the same way you have been for the last five bloody years. Well I'll tell you something professor, I'm not your puppet anymore."

"Harry I-"

"Save your excuses for someone that cares. Now if you'll excuse us, we have business to attend to," he said brushing past the gaping headmaster and leading his small group back towards the bank entrance with the intention of taking a look at his new vault.