A/N: I have no will power! All these promised gifts are breaking me down! LOL. I've received 2 gifts already and have another one on the way in return for this chapter. LOL. No will power, I say, none! :P Anyways, here's Chapter 4. I hope you all like it and don't forget to review. :] Thank you so much.

Oh, I'll give fair warning. In this chapter, Harry reads about Horcruxes. This is the beginning of my destruction of the truth behind the Horcruxes and everything that I mentioned. :P LOL.

When Harry woke up, he was confused. He put on his glasses and looked at him clock. Nine-thirty in the morning. Where was everyone? Normally, Harry always heard Remus and Sirius talking and could always smell Remus' breakfast. This morning he didn't hear or smell anything. What was going on? Harry got out of bed and went into the hall. When he looked in both his uncles' rooms, they were empty. He slowly walked down the stairs. He glanced into the kitchen and living room which were also empty. He walked down the hall, looking in the library and the drawing room, only to find nothing. He went to the end of the hall where there was a door that went to the basement.

Harry opened the door and walked down a few steps. "Sirius? Remus?" he called. When no one answered, he went back to the kitchen. "Where are my bloody uncles?" Harry muttered. He sighed and took out some eggs. He got a pan and turned on one of the elements on the stove. He cracked three eggs and put the remaining eggs in the fridge. While the eggs were cooking, Harry made two pieces of toast and got some juice. When the toast and eggs were done, he put them on a plate, sat at the table, and started eating.

"What did you want to talk about, Padfoot?" Harry suddenly heard Remus say. Where did it come from?

"Last night, Harry asked me something," Sirius answered. Harry frowned. Where were they?

"What'd he ask?"

"He asked if we would be mad if he didn't go back to Hogwarts this year," Harry stood. He realized their voices were coming from outside. He went to the window and saw his guardians slowly walking up the driveway.

"What'd you say?" Remus said.

"I said it would depend on his reasoning, if he would go back, what he would be doing instead."

"Why did he want to know?"

"He said he was just wondering," Sirius shrugged. It took a bit for Harry to realize his uncles were at the door. He quickly sat down and continued eating.

"Just being curious. After all, it is Harry. He is practically seventeen," Remus sighed. They walked into the house. "Oh. Morning, pup."

"Morning. Thanks for breakfast," Harry grinned.

"We were up early. We went for a walk and started talking about, uh, work," Sirius answered. Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Sirius. He had always been a bad liar around Harry.

"Uh huh. Oh well. I fended for myself."

"For once," Remus added.

"Shove off," Harry pushed Remus away as he ruffled Harry's hair.

Remus and Sirius laughed. "How long have you been up?"

"'Bout twenty, twenty-five minutes now," Harry replied. "When did you get home, Remus?"

"Four-thirty in the morning."

"And when did you get up?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Seven forty-five."

"And you say I don't sleep."

"I'm also an adult with a job while you're a teenager. There's a difference," Remus pointed out, smiling. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Sirius! Give it back!" Harry cried as Sirius took his plate of food.

"Thanks for breakfast, kiddo," Sirius chuckled. Harry glared at him.

When Sirius finished, he pushed the plate back to Harry. He glowered at his uncle then stood and cleaned the plate. "Get your own bloody food next time."

"It was pre-made. Easier," Sirius stated. Harry rolled his eyes. Remus laughed.

"I'll be in the library if you need me," Harry walked down a hall and to the library. He looked around. Amazingly, there were still books on dark magic in the library. Finally he saw one that he thought looked promising: Associating Dark Magic with Objects

Harry took it off the shelf and sat down. He opened to the 'Table of Contents.' he scanned the list until he found one he thought sounded helpful: Dark Magic Associated with Souls.

He flipped to the page and began reading.

Dark Magic can be used for many things. One way people use Dark Magic is on themselves. With practice and if you're very powerful, you can use Dark Magic to split your soul. When you do this, you can put the parts of your soul into objects, animals, and even people. Normally a person can only split his or her soul into two or three parts. There have been a few cases, however, where someone attempted and succeeded in splitting their soul into more than four parts.

When you split your soul, the parts are known as Horcruxes. Once a person has split their soul, they immediately become immortal. If all the Horcruxes are destroyed, the person will once again be mortal.

There is only one way to destroy a Horcrux. To destroy a Horcrux, you must destroy it with something, other than a wand, that has been used to kill something very powerful and magical, unless it is a human soul or an animal. An example would be if someone used a sword and killed a unicorn. The sword would then be full of powerful magic and could then be used to destroy a Horcrux.

Harry finished reading the section. How would he be able to destroy the Horcruxes if that was the only way? Harry thought. He didn't know of anything that had been used to kill something magical like the book said. He went back and began reading the rest.

In the year 1945, an exception had been made to this rule. The Elder Wand was created and used by the dark wizard, Grindlewald. Defeated by Albus Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel, the Elder Wand…

Harry was interrupted.

"Harry, come out here for a minute. Something came for you, Ron, and Hermione," Remus said.

"I'll get the others," Sirius volunteered. Harry placed the book down and went to the living room. When he sat down, Hermione and Ron appeared and sat beside him.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked.

"We just received something from Professor McGonagall," Remus began.

"What is it?" Harry wondered.

"Dumbledore's will," Remus answered.

"What does that have to do with us?" Ron frowned.

"We're in it," Harry whispered but everyone heard.

"Yes, you are," Sirius nodded.

"We'll just get this over with," Remus said. He began to read. "'If you are reading this, then I have clearly passed away. Do not fret over my death too much. I want everyone to live happily as they would if I were there. Below are the people I have entrusted my most valuable possessions. To Miss Hermione Granger, I give my most precious book collection along with two books I know she and her friends will recognize. I know she will take care of these books and protect them the same way she does her friends. Hermione Granger is a very brilliant witch and she will do very well. I will miss her cleverness. The way it helped her in school and helped get her and her friends into trouble countless times. I will miss her. Goodbye, Hermione Granger'," Remus finished the first part. Sirius pulled a box forward and took out a stack of books. He handed them to Hermione.

"What are the two books he gave that we'll recognize?" Ron asked.

Hermione, who already had tears going down her cheeks, smiled through her tears. "These ones," she held up two books.

"The book we used to learn to become Animagi and the book we got the Polyjuice Potion from in second year," Harry said. Hermione nodded. Though she was smiling, she was still crying quite a bit.

"'Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, I give the broom I have had in my office for two and a half years. As I know Ronald Weasley loves Quidditch and would love a new broom, I give him this one. It is a Nimbus 2001 and happened to belong to a particular Hogwarts student. In the year Mr. Harry Potter was kidnapped, I had the liberty of confiscating this broom from a Mr. Draco Malfoy. Though Mr. Malfoy told his father, I could not give the broom back, for what the boy was doing was against school rules. This broom is now in the possession of Ronald Weasley. I know he will use it well and maybe he can climb to the level of excellence that his best friend, Harry Potter, is sitting at. I will miss this boy very much. Goodbye, Ronald Weasley and good luck'," Remus stopped so Sirius could give Ron the item.

"Wow. Malfoy's broom. I have a Nimbus 2001. It's unbelievable," Ron stared at his new broom in shock. He had tears going down his cheeks like Hermione.

"It is amazing. You'll be so good, Ron. You can finally get back at Malfoy by showing him that Dumbledore gave you his broom. He'll flip," Harry smiled and his friends laughed.

"'Next is to a wonderful boy. Mr. Harry Potter. To this amazing boy, I am giving him a certain item that was used in his second year. It is in the case and will only be able to come out when Harry Potter figures out its second purpose. The other item I am entrusting him with is a special object of mine. I have had it for years. When it is the right time, it will open and show him the final piece of the puzzle. Harry is an amazing wizard, a great boy, and a wonderful friend. He will do anything for those he loves. He is full of love, loyalty, bravery, and, just like his father, full of curiosity and mischief. All these make him a wonderful person and I will miss him so very much. Goodbye, Harry. I love you and good luck'," Remus looked at Harry. He had a blank look on his face and was crying harder than his friends.

Sirius looked into the box and pulled out the items given to Harry. Harry recognized the first object immediately. It was the sword Harry had used to kill the Basilisk in his second year. He stared at it for a bit then put it down and took the other item. It was a model of the Golden Snitch, but it seemed to be able to open. Harry thought back to what Dumbledore had said in his will. It wouldn't open. Not yet.

"'There are four things remaining. First, I am giving Remus Lupin my Pensieve. It was very helpful for me and I know it will be for you as well. As a bonus, I have emptied out my memories that now rest in vials that I am giving you as well. You can all see my most precious and important memories as well as store your own. To Sirius Black, I give him something I made myself. I had much free time one day and created this. I do not have to explain what it is, it is obvious. I know you will treasure it. Also, on the back, there is a compartment. Inside is something special. It is for the three of you. The last remaining things are for more than one person. First is something else that I made. This is for Harry, Remus, and Sirius. I do not have to explain this either. The last thing is something that was very dear to me. It is for Harry, Remus, Sirius, the Weasley family, Hermione, Nymphadora Tonks, and Kingsley Shacklebolt. To all of you, I am entitling ownership to my phoenix, Fawkes. Enjoy these gifts and do not live in grief for, though I have died, I will always be with each and every one of you'," Remus stopped again. He and Sirius were now crying lightly and Sirius looked into the box again.

He pulled out a box and handed it to Remus. It contained the vials holding Dumbledore's memories. Next, he took out the thing that was for him. It was a collage. A picture of Sirius was in the middle. Pictures of everyone Sirius loved were around his. There was even a picture of his brother, Regulus. Around the edge in gold lettering were the words: They are all your family. They all love you very much. They always will whether they're here, there, or gone.

Sirius felt his tears fall as he looked at all the pictures. He put it down and pulled out the item that was for Sirius, Remus, and Harry. It was another, much larger collage. In the middle was a large picture of Remus and Sirius holding a five year old Harry who was laughing and smiling. Around it were many pictures of the family from Harry at five to fifteen years old. The pictures were at Hogwarts, Quidditch games, the cottage, number twelve, and many other places. None of them recognized any of the pictures. Around it in more gold lettering were the words: I cannot think of two better people to raise Harry. You have done wonderfully, and I don't think any of you really know how much you love each other. That love cannot be broken, I swear to you.

"Padfoot, what's in the compartment on the back of your collage?" Remus asked.

Sirius picked up the collage, turned it over, and opened the compartment. There was another vial with a liquid-blue material in it. "It's a memory. But whose and what is it?" Sirius frowned.

"Dunno. We'll find out. We should let the others know that they have ownership of Fawkes as well. You all start on that. I'm gonna get Dumbledore's Pensieve. I know where he left it. I'll be right back," Remus went outside and Disapparated.

"Ron. Hermione. You two can go home and tell the rest of your family about Fawkes. We'll tell Tonks and Kingsley," Sirius told Harry's friends. They nodded and went to the fire.

"Bye, Harry. Talk to you later," Hermione hugged him and left.

Ron and Harry hugged as well. "See you, mate." Ron disappeared. Harry waved as his friends left. He went back to the living room, sat down, and picked up the sword, examining it.

What was he supposed to do with a sword and a Snitch? Harry frowned.

"That's literally what you used to kill a fifty foot snake?" Sirius raised an eyebrow at Harry and the sword.

"Well, Fawkes helped. Also, I almost died with it because of its stupid fang going into my arm. But, yes, this is what I used. I forgot you weren't there that day. You couldn't make it, so it was just Remus disciplining me. Not that it's any different," Harry nodded.

"Ridiculous. Now, I know Remus, your dad, and I did a lot when we were in school, but we never killed a fifty foot snake with a sword in a secret chamber."

"Yeah, I think that's a whole new level of trouble," Harry laughed.

"That was like the third time that year that you and Ron almost got expelled," Sirius stated.

"You and Remus both know it was Dobby's fault," Harry pointed out.

"Point taken but not proved," Harry rolled his eyes. "Excited for your birthday yet?"

"Haven't thought about it."

"How are you not thinking about it? It's in a few weeks."

"I know. Mind's on other things," Harry shrugged.

"Like what?"

"Things. Personal things."

"You can tell me, you know."

"I know. I tell you and Remus everything," Harry nodded.

"So? Come on, kiddo. What's up?" Sirius sat beside the teen.

"Really, Sirius. It's nothing."

"You're a bad liar. Come on," he nudged his nephew.

"Well, about seventh year. Ginny. Voldemort. Don't really have time to think about my birthday. Besides, I'm not looking forward to any birthdays anymore after the last one," Harry looked to the floor. Sirius frowned. "I might break up with Ginny," he added.

"Why? You were so good together."

"We hardly talk anymore. We hardly see each other. If we do talk, all we do is fight. Also because I don't want to make her a bigger target. If she dies while we're together, it'll be my fault. Like Katie and Dumbledore."

"Harry, this has got to stop. You know that. When someone is killed, it is not your fault. Whether you're with Ginny or not, she'll always be a big target. She's part of the family that is the biggest blood traitors in the world. Everyone is going to be a target, Harry. You can't control it and you know that. Remus and I have told you this many times over," Sirius stated.

"I know. It's just. I just want it to be over," Harry sighed, looking at Sirius.

"I know. It will be soon. Until then, you don't have to push everyone that loves you away. Even when it comes, you don't have to be alone. You'll always have someone with you," Sirius put an arm around Harry.

"What happens if I lose everyone first?"

It took a while for Sirius to answer. "You won't. You should get to bed."

"Okay. Night. Love you. Say good night to Remus for me if you get a chance," Harry hugged Sirius then went to his room. The book on Horcruxes in the library had been completely forgotten. Sirius took a deep breath. He summoned a butterbeer. After he had downed it in less than three minutes, he decided to go to bed. When Remus came home, it was one again around three-thirty and he went straight to bed.

A/N: Hope you liked it. I must confess something. I cried when I was writing the will reading part of this chapter, I really did. :P