A/N: Heyyy, sorry for the wait. I was on Santa Cruz Island, and, surprise, surprise, there's no internet there. *gasp* I know, I know. Shocker, isn't it?

I would like to say thank you for all the reviews this story is getting. Never knew so many people would be interested… THANK YOU!

Hey, I realize that my language and cussing is American. Depending on the fic, I may or may not use British or American language. I watch so much British TV and read so many things in British vernacular, but I live in America, so I get confused and I usually hop the fence on which vernacular to use.

Please note: - means the beginning of a letter, will, etc. that would normally be italicized.

Beta: Lord Mushie

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from the writing of this fiction. No copyright infringement is intended.

"Would you like to move on now, Lord Emrys?"

"Yes."

Griphook reached for the box marked James Charlus Potter. He took out an orb that was a deep brown color, the same color as James' eyes. Without being asked, Harry wordlessly placed a drop of blood on the orb, just as he had done with his mother's. Immediately, a crystal clear image of James Potter appeared in the mist.

I, James Charlus Potter, being of sound mind and body, do declare this my last will and testament.

To Sirius Orion Black, I leave my notes and pranks from the Marauders. I hope you use these well, and please teach Harry how to wreak havoc at Hogwart's.

To Remus John Lupin, I leave my personal book collection and a sum of five thousand galleons. Go and open your bookstore, Moony. And, for the love of Merlin, UPGRADE YOUR WARDROBE! Also, please help everyone take care of Harry. As much as I want a mini-Marauder, I also expect straight EE's at the very least from him.

To Severus Tobias Snape, I leave a sum of five thousand galleons. I was a complete and total ass to you, Severus, just because Lily gave you all of her attention, and just brushed me off. I deeply regret that now, seeing what it has done to you. I am sorry if I was not able to apologize to you in person; however, I suppose this will have to suffice. I also leave you the apothecary owned by the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter in Knockturn Alley, should you wish to have it. I am sorry, Severus. Please forgive me.

To Draco Lucius Malfoy, I leave a year's worth of Hogwart's tuition in the hopes that you may become friends with my son, and help him through life if I am not able to be there.

To Pansy Rose Parkinson, I leave my hope that you will befriend your cousin, and be family to him.

To Peter Pettigrew, I leave these words: I know it was you.

To Albus Perceval Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I leave these parting words: Go fuck yourself. Don't try to control Harry's life.

I hereby bequeath all of my other worldly possessions to my spouse, Lily Luna Potter nee Parkinson.

Should my spouse die before me, I bequeath all of my other worldly possessions to my son, Hadrian James Potter.

Should neither I nor my wife be able to care for Harry, custody should go to:

Sirius Orion Black, godfather

Bellatrix Druella Black, godmother

Remus John Lupin

Severus Tobias Snape

Lucius Abraxas Malfoy

Cassius Andrew Parkinson

Minerva McGonagall

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Should none of the above be able to care for my son, he should be adopted into a neutral wizarding family. Under no circumstances should Albus Perceval Wulfric Brian Dumbeldore be able to obtain guardianship of Hadrian. Under no circumstances should Hadrian be able to meet Molly Rosaline Weasley nee Prewett or her family unless it is of his own volition.

Here ends the last will and testament of James Charlus Potter. Harry, I love you.

At the end of his father's will, Harry was practically seething at what Dumbledore had lied to him about. He had a family. Dumbles was never supposed to gain custody of him, and he was never supposed to meet the Weasleys. At least now he knew why all of this shit was going on. He was betrayed by the man he had thought he could trust. That man had taken him to an abusive and neglectful home to be spat upon and starved, so Dumblefuck could mold him into the perfect little pawn that he could throw away when he was done.

'Dumbledick, you will regret this. Ohhh, revenge is going to be fun!'

"Your father did not leave you a letter; however, he did ask me, as the Potter family account manager, to tell you that you should trust in Voldemort, not Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Thank you."

"Would you like to read Mr. Black's will?"

Harry paused at that. Sirius had just died, and Harry wasn't sure if he could handle hearing his voice again so soon. He was still in a kind-of denial about Sirius's death, and reading the will would only confirm it.

'Oh well, better get it over with now…'

"Yes, please, Griphook," Harry sighed dejectedly.

Griphook grabbed the last box, the one with Sirius Orion Black on it, and pulled out a brown orb, a few shades lighter than James', the exact color of Sirius' eyes. Again, Harry let a drop of blood fall onto the orb, and a picture of Sirius showed in the mist.

I, Sirius Orion Black, being of sound mind and body (shut up, Moony), do declare this my last will and testament…

A/N: So, I know it wasn't a long chapter, but I was just trying to get it in before too long. Next chapter will be Sirius' will, a talk with Griphook, and a surprise encounter with a certain someone Harry is crushing on… Review? Please?