A/N – OK, OK, I seem to have touched a nerve with a lot of you when I ended the last chapter (some a lot more than others) at what may of you thought was an inopportune moment (a.k.a. evil cliffy). Let me just say a few words in my defense:

I never promised we would get through the will reading in my notes at the beginning. I only brought the timeline up to the will reading.

There were actually two other points where I had potentially ended the chapter. Out of the three this one seemed to be the best place to set up the next chapter. It's not as if this is the first time in this story I've ended a chapter that way.

My flashing between different people and places as the main story line was progressing was to show different things that were going on at the same time. Other authors may choose to have different story lines in long blocks and go from one to the other. I choose to do it this way.

I know there are those who just want me to "get on with it" and forget all of the little scenes that don't progress the story line (and perhaps long A/Ns at the beginning of chapters). Once again, other authors may choose that style, I like to add in little filler scenes that show what some of the other characters are doing. I love movies like Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels where there are points in the movie with multiple things happening at once and then they intersect each other and head off on their own again. Yes, Harry is the main character, but I want to create a world where not every scene needs to be about him or the main storyline. This is fan fiction so I can write the story the way I want to.

This is a hobby for me and I write first and foremost to have fun doing it. This is my first story and probably the first piece of fiction I've written since High School. I'm having lot's of fun writing this and it blows me away at just how many people have become interested in this story. Thank you for reading and for those of you who have reviewed I thank you again for sharing your thoughts.

Yes, this is classified as an adventure/mystery. Maybe I should reclassify it. But really does it matter? This story is being written as I go. There are no copious notes and great revisions. I write what entertains me and I hope will entertain others. The relationships and their impact on the story were not planned. When I started writing this story the only thing I knew is that Harry and Hermione would be boyfriend and girlfriend since that is what I wanted to write. I do like other pairings for Harry and Hermione with the (obvious) exception of the youngest Weasleys. This is my roundabout way of saying that when I originally classified this story; it was not going to be a romance. I'm personally not sure it is, but I'm really having fun writing those pieces. If you don't want to read them then feel free to skip them.

Please don't take this as me lashing out against criticism. I enjoy constructive criticism and every review I get with suggestions and criticism cause me to think about what I've written and where I am taking the story.

As to how far this story will go, I'm not sure. It isn't running out of steam yet and, as you read last time, I'm already setting up more things. I'm also pretty sure there will be some fallout from the will reading, but that might just be idle speculation.

Well, sorry for the rant. I guess it was about more than the cliffy but once I got into it I wanted to take a few minutes to explain about my approach to writing and this story. To anyone who made it all the way through this A/N without skipping to the story I thank you again for your attention.

Chapter 17 – Will We Make it Through the Will This Time?

"I Sirius Black being of questionably sound mind and godlike body do hereby declare this my last will and testament. All previous wills are declared null and void. This will has been witnessed and certified by Director Ragnok of Gringotts."

Ragnok flipped two pages at the same time – the second page having been read earlier in the week. He cleared his throat and continued.

"Well, now. If I'm right, we have a few true friends around the table and then some relatives – here out of either love or greed – and finally the rest who don't fit into either category."

That sparked a few puzzled looks around the table. Everyone was looking at each other trying to figure out who was in the last group.

Ragnok cleared his throat again. He looked at Albus. "Now Lord Dumbledore, you have asked for an item to be presented at this reading and have obtained the authorization from the Ministry to include it in the will posthumously. As the order from the Minister and decreed, we will present it before we continue."

"I Sirius Black do hereby propose a marriage arrangement between the Black and Weasley family namely, my ward and Godson Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley. The wedding shall take place no more than one week following Ginevra's fifteenth birthday." Ragnok looked up and addressed the room.

"Lord Dumbledore has informed us that Lord Black signed this document shortly before his death. Following his Death Lord Dumbledore found the contract and presented it to the Arthur Weasley who signed the document binding the contract. However, since Lord Black was deceased when the contract was completed, it may still be cancelled by the new Lord Black."

A big smile broke out on Draco's face as his mind started racing, "Potter marrying the little Weasley? Ha fat chance I'll turn that one down. She doesn't have a cent to her name and he's got a death sentence from the Dark Lord on his head. He might as well be even more miserable before he goes." He looked at Ragnok trying to get his attention.

Ragnok didn't look at him.

He tried clearing his throat.

Ragnok must not have heard him.

A little bit louder.

Still nothing.

Clearing the throat and waving.

Still nothing.

The damn goblin was ignoring him! Draco was getting very angry. He was waving frantically now. What he couldn't see were Remus, Tonks, and the Twins trying to keep the laughter in. Even Andromeda and Ted were smiling. Harry and Hermione were watching just to see how far Ragnok could take this.

Draco managed finally to knock a glass of water over and it spilled all over the table. Griphook acted quickly and dried up the water with a wave of his arm before it got to the will.

Ragnok turned his attention to the now red-faced Draco. Whether it was anger or embarrassment that was colouring his face was unknown. Ragnok seemed quite annoyed.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy?"

"Uh, um yes. I just wanted to say that I agree to the marriage contract."

Ragnok stared at Draco for several seconds and then said in a very condescending tone "I see, Mr. Malfoy. I'm not quite sure yet what bearing that statement has on these proceedings at this time, but thank you for sharing you approval."

This time a bit of laughter actually broke out on the other side of the table but was quickly stifled again before Ragnok's gaze made it over there.

Draco was pissed. His was screaming in his mind, "How dare he. HOW DARE HE! When I've finally got my ring, I will show the Goblins not to mess with Lord Black. And that goes for those people laughing as well." He was about to say something when he saw the look from his mother. Lord Black or not, that look was deadly so he wisely kept his mouth shut.

Ragnok for his part desperately needed to call a recess but knew he could not. He set himself back to glaring at the young Malfoy until the urge to laugh had calmed down. He was really going to have to thank Harry for allowing him this opportunity again.

Dumbledore for his part merely felt a headache coming on. He was massaging his temples thinking, "Why did Draco have to be Lord Black? His intelligence is not too bad considering, but he has no restraint and an ego that just seems to get bigger every year. The last Lord Black was pretty easy to control once he got to Azkaban. I fear the new Lord Black will be much harder to control."

He had no idea how true his thoughts were.

Ragnok finally calmed himself down enough to continue.

"To Andromeda, Ted and Nymphadora – na-na can't hit me I'm dead – Tonks, I hereby reinstate you to the Ancient House of Black. Welcome back, my dear cousin. I wish I could have done this sooner. In addition, Andromeda and Ted Tonks will receive a sum of two million galleons and their daughter Nymphadora a sum of one million galleons."

The Tonks' were ecstatic. Andromeda had wondered why Sirius asked for them to be at the will reading. This was much more than she had hoped for.

Nymphadora was stunned. She was rich. This was way more than she would ever make as an Auror. Now she was rich and had a boyfriend.

"To Fred and George Weasley. You are always friendly and supportive of Harry and true to anyone who you consider a friend. To you I leave one hundred thousand Galleons to continue your quest for global prank domination."

The twins gave each other a high five and proceeded to do their Happy Dance around the table. Now they knew they were both thinking the same thing – they needed that meeting with Griphook more than ever.

"To Ronald Weasley," Ron perked up at the sound of his name and the twins had just go t a load of money, "Ron, when I first met you I was taken by your loyalty as Harry's friend. As I got to know of you over that summer from I thought you needed something special. So, I purchased a forty percent stake in the Chudleigh Cannons which I was going to give you as a graduation present."

Ron was over the moon. He was going to be an owner of the Cannons! Now he could exert his influence and turn them into the league champions! Wow! He never knew Sirius was that loaded.

Ragnok saw the joy come across Ron's face. It was followed by the inevitable look of concentration as he started thinking of plans for reshaping the team.

Ragnok was a master of timing. He paused and continued to watch the Weasley boy. In the side room, Harry and Hermione were watching their former friend. Harry glanced at Ragnok and then muttered, "Wait for it."

Ragnok looked at the parchment and continued, "But then as time went on I began to see your true colours. I saw how you turned your back on your friends at the start of the Triwizard Tournament. You couldn't see past your own jealousy and it took Dumbledore's influence to get you to shut your mouth and get yourself in his good books. Really Albus, after what he had done to Harry, who really believed Ron would be the 'one he would miss the most'?"

Dumbledore looked shocked.

"And don't look so shocked Albus. Remember when I crashed your little party in the Kitchen at Grimmauld completely drunk and I passed out in the corner. Well, now that I'm dead I'll let you in on a little secret – I was neither unconscious nor inebriated. Ah, but I digress. Ron, you showed just the man you really are. So say goodbye to the Chudleigh Cannons. I will leave it to the new Lord Black to figure out what to do."

Ron was stunned. His brain was still figuring out how to rewrite the playbook when the Director started speaking again. It finally registered in his brain. "Bloody Hell!" he screamed. His whole body sunk. He had just lost the Cannons and now they went to Malfoy? What could be worse than that? He looked over a Malfoy and saw the ferret laughing at him! He sunk down into his chair – things couldn't get any worse.

Albus was unsure where this was going. He wasn't sure what he had expected from Sirius, but this reading was quickly going downhill. He hastily tried to think back to the meeting Sirius was talking about. How much more had he heard? He was drunk a number of times it could have been any one of a dozen meetings. He also needed to get Lucius out and have him rein in his spawn. He could still keep the Black family under his control and if Sirius kept leaving things for Lord Black there would be more to work with then he thought there would be.

Harry and Hermione watched the tearing down of Ronald Weasley with a dual sense of joy and sadness. On one hand he used to be their friend, but on the other hand, he had never truly been their friend and revenge was bittersweet.

Now Draco's gloating on the other hand led them to anticipate the upcoming main event.

As soon as Ron had settled down with his forehead on the table, Ragnok started to read again.

"To Bellatrix Lestrange who probably isn't here for Death Eater reasons. I Lord Sirius Black hereby disown you from the Ancient House of Black and declare your name stricken from the family tapestry."

Ginny was watching the proceedings with a passing interest. Her part in this was almost over. Draco had already agreed to the marriage contact. She smirked and thought, "the Ferret probably doesn't know Harry's loaded. Well, Ron may have been screwed out of and inheritance, but I'm going to get mine as Harry's widow. If Ron's good to me I may give him a cut."

"To Hermione Jean Granger," (Ragnok and Harry had agreed that Hermione's and Remus' inheritances – at least the monetary parts – should be read out with all the others), "who has been my Godson Harry's best friend I leave the sum of two million galleons. Hermione you are a fine young woman and I the time I spent getting to know you made me realize how lucky Harry is to have you as a friend and how lucky I was to make you acquaintance. You are going to be a force to reckon with for years to come."

Ron looked up the gears once again trying to engage in his head, "Of course! Hermione! Once I'm her boyfriend I'll make her so dependent on my attention since Harry will be with Ginny, that she'll agree to marry me. Then her money will become mine." His smile returned in all its glory.

The object of his delusions was at that moment wiping away silent tears from her eyes at Sirius' words. There was also a strong sense of determination and she muttered to Harry, "Damn right I'll be a force. Purebloods won't know what hit them."

Albus was thinking of those words as well. Once the Grangers reappeared, he would have to keep Hermione and Harry apart. She would have to be paired with Ronald as soon as possible. He would ask Severus to brew the appropriate potions when he returned.

"To my dear cousin Narcissa. Cissy, we haven't talked in a long time and I miss those days where we would do nothing but talk about anything and everything. I missed you. To be honest, there was only one thing I could think of giving you and I wasn't sure if you wanted it. So, in the end, I leave you some advice – If you want anything, please take the time to talk to the new Lord Black. He has a number of things he could give you and all you have to do is ask."

Narcissa wiped away a tear. She missed Sirius deeply and even more so since he had dredged up the memories for her youth. She hadn't realized in a very long time how important those days were to her. She knew what she wanted. But there was no way she could get it from Lord Black.

Draco was scheming, "Hmm, if Mother wants anything from the Black Vaults she has to ask me. Well, she'll have to prove how much she wants it."

"To my dear friend and brother Remus Lupin I leave the sum of two million Galleons and my entire wardrobe. Moony, you have to accept it this time. I can't take it back and I don't need it anymore."

Remus felt Tonks' hand grab his under the table. It was still hard for him to believe he was gone.

"To Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I originally wanted to leave you one of my names or titles but when I checked you already had too many."

There were lots of chuckles around the table including from Dumbledore himself.

"But I digress again. Albus, pending Lord Black's approval, I offer the continued use of 12 Grimmauld place for your personal use."

This bothered Albus. Why would Sirius risk exposing the Order of the Phoenix to Draco? No, there was something not right about this.

"Well, that just about wraps it up."

Everyone looked around in shock.

Ragnok continued, "Just kidding. Where was I? Oh yeah. Draco Malfoy the Heir apparent to the House of Black. Draco, before I make your inheritance official I have a few things to get off my chest."

Draco who had sat forward at the sound of his name leaned back again with more than a hint of annoyance on his face.

"Draco if you want what is coming to you then you have to stay seated and keep your mouth shut. You know Draco, I don't like you. You are your father's son – a pompous, arrogant, asshole. I mean you are so full of yourself that you probably picked out the most expensive clothing you could find even if it doesn't go together. The idea of you as the head of the House of Black turns my stomach. I mean a head of a Noble and Ancient House should not be arriving at a battle of wits woefully unarmed. However, the succession bylaws of the House of Back are very strict. Ragnok will now give you your inheritance."

Ragnok produced a small but ornately carved box and passed it over the table to Draco.

Draco looked at the box hungrily. He unlatched it and opened the box – or at least he would have if it had opened. He grabbed the box in both hands and tried as hard as he could to pry it open. His inheritance was in there.

Fred and George could not help themselves; "Would you like some help with that Draco?" they said laughing. Draco glared at them and redoubled his efforts.

Harry and Hermione were now standing and holding hands. Harry looked at his girlfriend, "Are you ready?"

She nodded.

"It's almost time."

Draco finally dug his well-manicured nails into the seam and pressed. There was a hiss of air as the box popped open. Draco looked into it – it was empty. He looked up at Ragnok speechless.

Ragnok lifted the parchment again and started reading.

"Well Draco, how do you like your inheritance? You deserve all you got. In case you were wondering why the box was so hard to open, I had it sealed with a vacuum. You see I didn't even want you to inherit air from me."

Ragnok paused and looked up. Draco was seething, "I'm the next in line to the House of Black. He can't keep it from me I demand my ring!"

Albus also surprised everyone by speaking up, "Yes Ragnok, Sirius has had his prank from the grave. Please can we get this over with and give Draco the ring?"

Ragnok did not answer directly. He just started reading again, "I bet you are all wondering right now if this is just some sort of prank. Well, I can assure you it is not – well I guess a ring box vacuum-sealed is a prank but you see Draco you are not the first in line for the Head of the House of Black. I can understand why you might think that, but the new Lord Black is none other than my son."

With this revelation Ragnok paused as gasps were heard around the room. Draco set back in his chair deflated.

Fred and George broke into a new fit of giggles as they saw the look on Draco's face. His skin was now so white even ghosts would have considerably healthier complexions. Even Ron joined into the mirth as he saw Draco strung along, built up and then destroyed. He didn't even realize that is what happened to him moments before. The Ferret just got his ego handed back to him in a in a vacuum packed box. Just when he thought the day couldn't get any worse, it just kept getting better. Besides, maybe he could make friends with Sirius' son.

Albus was floored by this news. He was not aware of Sirius having a son. This was not good. He had no idea who the person was and it would make it harder for him to control the situation. This could not get any worse. He had to know who it was, "Ragnok, who is Sirius's son?"

Ragnok didn't answer as a door behind him opened and a very familiar voice said, "I am."

Everyone looked over to see Harry Potter and Hermione Granger emerge from a side room and walk over hand-in-hand to sit in the chairs to Ragnok's right.

Albus looked over at Ragnok, "Director this is highly unusual. Harry is not Sirius Black's son."

Ragnok answered in a very direct manner, "I assure you Lord Dumbledore that Harry is Sirius' son. I supervised the blood adoption ritual myself. His status was duly registered with the Ministry this afternoon just before the reading today."

Albus sighed – things just got worse.

Ragnok continued, "In accordance with Lord Sirius Black's instructions, once the adoption ritual was complete, the first part of the will was read to the new Lord Black. Harry was presented with the ring and was accepted. Also, as Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, Harry was also emancipated. These declarations were also filed at the Ministry at the same time."

Albus was feeling sick, "I see, Harr…"

Ragnok interrupted him, "I'm sorry Lord Dumbledore but I was not yet finished. Since Harry was emancipated, I followed the instructions of his parents and executed the final instructions of the Potter will. Harry has also assumed his role as Lord Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble house of Potter."

Albus instantly felt his age – yes, definitely worse.

He tried to play another card, "Harry, you have no standing at these proceedings. You must have forgotten that you gave me the right to represent you. As such…"

"No, I didn't," interrupted Harry, "Ragnok, will you read the note aloud please? Just read the part about the will. The rest is between me and Lord Dumbledore."

"Certainly Harry."

Harry saw by the shocked looks of many around the table including the Headmaster that they noticed the level of familiarity between Ragnok and himself.

Ragnok began, "As for the will, please accept this note as my authorization to represent me at the July fourteenth will reading of Sirius Black and act in my interests for anything I may receive on that day."

Albus had a smug smile on his face.

Harry looked at Ragnok, "Can you please remind all of us what today's date is?"

"July the eighth."

"Thank you Ragnok. Now can you please tell Lord Dumbledore what that means?"

"This authorization note is only valid for a the will reading of Sirius Black on the fourteenth of July. It has no bearing on today's proceedings."

The smile left Dumbledore's face. His mind was actively trying to figure out how to get Harry back under his control.

Harry continued on, "Ragnok is there anything left to read from the will?"

"No, Harry, your inheritance was already covered in a separate meeting unless you want it read here as well."

"No I think we can skip that part. I already know what I got and I would hazard a guess that everyone around the table has pretty much figured it out. I really just want to get these proceedings done." He pulled out a piece of parchment and looked it over. "I just made some notes to make sure I didn't forget anything." He looked at the Tonks family.

"Andromeda, Ted, Nymphadora, I want to welcome you back to the Black Family. I will, of course, honour my new father's wishes and uphold his reinstatement and your inheritance."

Looking across the table he continued, "Cousin Narcissa, Sirius left me a private note outlining the inheritance he wanted to offer you. If you wish to discuss it at some point we can arrange a private meeting."

"Headmaster, I also understand what Sirius offered to you. I think you would agree that this is not the venue to discuss it."

"Draco, when I learned what Sirius had planned for you I could not remember hearing anything more appropriate. I've always thought you sucked."

More snickers erupted from a certain part of the table.

"Ronald, my dear friend. We've experienced so much together through the years. It's difficult to turn your back on such a friendship."

Ron looked up at the sound of his name. Harry still wanted to be friends? Once again thoughts were flying through his head. "Wow he's more dense than I thought. Maybe he'll let me manage the Cannons!"

"However Ronald, I now know that we only had a one way friendship. You never considered me a friend – to use a muggle term, I was just a mark. In the end, there was not real friendship to turn my back on. Fred and George, would you like my stake in the Cannons?"

Fred and George looked at each other in glee.

"What do you think dear brother?"

"There's certainly advertising possibilities."

"Not to mention"

"The fact that"

"We'll annoy our dear brother."

"We'll take it. Thanks Harry!" they finished in unison.

Harry looked at Arthur, Molly and Ginny. "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, the only reason you are at this reading at all is the marriage contract. Let me be totally serious here," he paused smiling sadly at the old joke, "As both Lord Potter and Lord Black I hereby decline and dissolve the marriage contract between myself and Ginevra Molly Weasley. This contract was entered into without my knowledge and I'm sorry Ginny, but I just can't see me spending the rest of my life with you. We don't even know each other and besides, I'm in a relationship right now anyway."

"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO MY DAUGHTER THAT WAY!" the entire room flinched as they got a full unadulterated dose of Molly. "THAT CONTRACT WAS SET UP FOR YOUR OWN GOOD! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU TO JUST CANCEL IT LIKE THAT?"

She paused as Harry glared right back at her. Forcing his anger down, he spoke to her with a tone of utter finality, "Mrs. Weasley, I am Harry James Potter-Black and these two rings," he held up his hand willing both rings visible, "also mean I am Lord Potter and Lord Black. I have every right to cancel that contract, and I'm sorry but if you do not control your outbursts, I will ask the Goblins to remove you."

Ron had finally had enough; he got up and ran over to Harry with the full intention of flattening him. He stopped just short as he noticed the goblin warriors with a look that – while Ron would never get the reference – Harry recognized as a "Go ahead, make my day!" look. So Ron resorted to a verbal retort instead.

"How dare you talk to my mother like that. She took you in, fed you, and we treated you like family. And now this – you turn your back on us."

Harry didn't want this to happen, not here, not now, not yet.

He spoke to Ron quietly, "Ron, we all need to calm down and think things through. I think you should leave with your parents now."

"Fine, come on Hermione, we know when we are not wanted." He held out his hand to her.

She looked at his hand but did not move.

"What's wrong Hermione, come on we're going back to the Burrow."

Her gaze shifted from his hand to his eyes. She had a distinct look of disgust on her face.

"Hermione, what's taking you?"

"Ronald," she finally said quietly, "why would I be joining you?"

"Well, I finally decided I'd like you to be my girlfriend."

"And why would I want to be your girlfriend?"

Ron chuckled, "Why indeed?" he thought while looking at her with a smirk on his face, "Let me see, I'm the only guy who wants you seeing as I've made it clear to everyone else I ever saw look at you to avoid you? Whom else would you go with unless you wanted to be alone?"

SMACK! Ron felt a stinging on his face as he was now looking at a very angry Hermione. He looked around the room and realized that he had actually said what he was thinking.

Hermione composed herself as best she could, "Ronald Weasley, if it was a choice between you or being alone for the rest of my life, I would choose alone. I pity any female who has the misfortune of ending up in a relationship with you. And, before you start thinking that I'll be alone, I will have you know that I am in a relationship with a wizard who is the exact opposite of you. He knows how to treat act in a relationship."

"You're bluffing. No one else would go out with you."

At that point Harry stepped up and wrapped his arm around her, he looked at his former friend, "Ron, I think you are thinking more about yourself than Hermione. Please leave now before you say another word and convince the goblins to escort you."

Ron, Ginny and Molly left quickly followed by a still ghostly pale Draco Malfoy. Harry was slightly surprised that Narcissa came up to him and spoke, "Lord Black, I was wondering if we could talk about my possible inheritance."

Harry looked around the room. It seemed like Arthur and Albus were also waiting to speak to him. He responded, "Mrs. Malfoy, I have some other business to take care of right now, but I sense an urgency in your words. It is," he glanced at his watch, "4pm right now. Can you meet me back here in 30 minutes?"

For the first time Harry saw Narcissa Malfoy smile. "Thank you Lord Potter-Black. I will return then."

Remus came over with the Tonks Family. They talked for a minute and Harry invited them all over for dinner at 7pm. He assured Ted and Andromeda they would know where to go before 7.

Albus came up to Harry next.

"Harry, I am very disappointed. You promised me not to leave Privet Drive."

"I beg your pardon Headmaster, I promised not to walk out the door. As your guards will tell you, I have done no such thing."

"Harry, I insist that you either return to Privet Drive or the Burrow. It's for your own protection."

"No. I am emancipated and the head of two Houses. I will live where I choose and not where someone chooses for me to live."

"But how will you be protected from Voldemort?"

"Headmaster where I am staying I have no fear from Voldemort of any other dark wizards."

"Harry I insist!"

"You have the right to. Just as I have the right to decline."

"Very well, I must also ask you about number 12 Grimmauld and it being the headquarters of the Order."

"I agree. We should discuss it. Shall I meet you there tomorrow at 10 am?"

Albus knew when he was being dismissed and needed time to regroup if he was going to get Harry under control again. "Yes, of course. I will meet you then."

Albus said goodbye to the Director and headed out of the room.

Arthur Weasley walked up to Harry and he looked embarrassed. "Lord Potter-Black" he began.

Harry interrupted him, "Mr. Weasley, Arthur, please I'm still just Harry."

"Harry, I just wanted to apologize. I would have never signed that contract if I'd known you were against it. I'm not sure what has gotten into Molly and Ron and Ginny, but I'm very embarrassed about how they have treated you as of late. Harry, I've grown to see you as another son and you Hermione as another daughter, but I'm afraid you both won't want anything to do with us after everything that has gone on."

"Arthur, I'm not mad at your entire family," Harry began as Hermione went up to the man and gave him a hug, "I still see you as one of my family, and the twins as well. I'm just not sure about the others, I'm sorry about that too."

Arthur looked up at the young couple in front of him, "You two go very well together." A tear started to roll down his face. He wiped it away, "I'm sorry, the past few days have been tough. I should get going."

As he turned, Harry said, "Arthur, would you and the twins like to join us for dinner at 7? I can easily arrange another few places."

Arthur looked at his boys and they nodded. He turned back to Harry, "Thank you I would like that. I just have a few things to take care of at the office. Where are you staying now?"

"Don't worry. Trust me when I say you'll know soon enough."

A/N – There you have it. The will reading in its entirety with no scene breaks.

So now we've managed to get past the will reading, there are still a lot of plot bunnies hopping around in this story line. I'm still not sure about what I'm going to do with Arthur but I have some ideas. You'll just have to wait and see.

Thanks to CatWriter for the idea about Ron's inheritance