A/N: Hey guys, two updates in one day. You guys are lucky… Mainly because I was bored and didn't want to read fanfiction, so I decided to write some…
I just wanted to tell you all that in this story, there is practically no build up to the romance. It's pretty much just WHAM! ROMANCE! It starts next chapter/the chapter after that. So, again, there is no real build up to the HPDM relationship in this story…
'thoughts'
"dialogue"
~parseltongue~
{mind-speak to familiars}
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
Wills and Letters, Pt 3
"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's, the exact color of Sirius's eyes. Again, Harry let a drop of blood fall onto the orb, and a picture of Sirius shown in the mist.
I, Sirius Orion Black, being of sound mind and body (shut up, Moony), do declare this my last will and testament.
To Remus John Lupin, I leave a sum of ten thousand galleons and the cottage on the coast that you love so much, for your furry little problem. Make your bookstore, Moony, and help Harry see the truth. Parting is such sweet sorrow…
To Severus Tobias Snape, I leave ten thousand galleons and any ten potions tomes of your choice from the Black family vault. Open you apothecary, you can choose any store the Black family owns in Diagon or Knockturn Alley. I also leave you with my apologies for what we did to you in school. I hope you can forgive me, or at least not take out James's and my mistakes on Harry…
To Draco Lucius Malfoy, I leave five hundred galleons and my books on male pregnancy. I know how you feel about him Draco. Tell him, you might be surprised by the result.
To Narcissa Lily Malfoy nee Black, I leave Walburga's jewelry. Please do something suitable with it.
To Tom Marvolo Riddle, I leave ten Dark Arts tomes of your choosing from the Black family vaults. I hope you can get over your jealousy towards Harry, but you will need to. You will find he is better than you think.
To Rodolphus Rigel Lestrange, I leave Breaking Curses of the Mind with the Darkest Arts in hopes of you helping Harry's godmother with what Dumbledork did to her.
To Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave one knut and these words: you really fucked up, dude. Harry is loyal to those he loves, but, once you betray his trust, you never get it back again.
To Hermione Jean Granger, I leave these words: I considered giving you free reign to look in the Black Family Library, but, I won't. You are as bad a Pettigrew, betraying your first true friend for money and books. Not everything you read is true.
I hereby evict Albus Perceval Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix from Number 12 Grimmauld Place. This decision can only be overridden by Lord Black.
Andromeda Walburga Tonks nee Black, you are henceforth reinstated into the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Please help Nymphadora get her head out of Dumbeldick's ass.
I hereby name my godson, Hadrian James Potter, my heir. He shall receive the title Lord Black and the Black family vaults and estate. He is henceforth emancipated and shall be given all rights as those over the age of seventeen. I hereby name Remus John Lupin godfather of Hadrian. Even though it isn't necessary, I thought you might like it, Harry.
I would also like to make it known that I am innocent, the one who betrayed the Potters is Peter Pettigrew. Also, Dumbledore could have demanded I be tried, yet he knew I was innocent and allowed me to be put in Azkaban without a trial.
Here ends the last will and testament of Sirius Orion Black. I love you, Harry.
When Sirius's will had finished, Harry was blinking back tears. It had hurt so much to hear Sirius's voice again, knowing that it was partially his fault that Sirius was dead.
'If only I had learned Occlumency properly. I would have been able to block Voldemort's vision, and I wouldn't have gone to the DoM. But, it is also Dumblefuck's fault. If he had been there, because I am sure he knew, it would have been better. He could've made me see reason, and not fall for Moldyshort's vision. He could've saved Siri…'
"Would you like a moment to compose yourself, Lord Emrys?"
"No, I will be alright, thank you."
"There needs to be a public will reading, Lord Emrys. We will be sending you an owl with the time and date of the reading."
"Of course, thank you, Griphook."
"You now have access to all of the properties for all of the Houses you are lord of. From what I understand, your home life is less than satisfactory. Would you like one to go to? I have a list of the properties."
"Could you please recommend one, Griphook?"
"I recommend Peverell Manor, though it has not been used in centuries. It is nice, hidden in the country and has wards so old that it is as secure as Hogwarts, if not more so."
"It sounds wonderful, thank you."
Griphook went back to the cabinet that had appeared earlier and took out an ovular box and placed it in front of Harry. It was opal and on it was the Peverell crest engraved in silver. Without waiting for instructions, Harry pricked his finger again and allowed the blood to drip on the box and waited for it to open. No such luck. Griphook chuckled.
"Lord Emrys, you need only touch the box with the finger the Emrys ring rests upon. When you get to the gate, you must allow you blood to drip onto the crest that guards the gate. Now, since we are on the subject of the House of Peverell, I need to discuss the Deathly Hallows with you. Have you heard of them?"
"No."
"The Tales of Beedle the Bard?"
"No."
Griphook sighed. "The basic gist of the story is that when trying to cross a bridge owned by Death, the three Peverell brothers, Antioch, the oldest, Cadmus, and Ignotus, the youngest, had to outsmart Death. Needless to say, he was bitter about this, however, he commended the brothers on their achievement and offered them a reward, anything of their choosing. Antioch asked for the most powerful wand ever made. So, Death took wood from and Elder tree down the river and fashioned the wand with a core of Thestral hair. Cadmus asked for something to bring back the dead. Death took a stone from the river's bed and charmed it to allow people back to the land of the living from his deathly clutches. Ignotus was clever. He asked for something that would allow him to leave Death without him following. Reluctantly, Death cut a piece of cloth from his own cloak of invisibility and gave it to Ignotus. Soon after, the eldest was bragging to others in the tavern he was staying in about his powerful wand. That night, a thief broke into Antioch's room, took the wand and slit his throat for good measure. Death came and took the brother. When the middle returned home, he used the Resurrection Stone to bring back his first love, who died. She stayed for a time, but as the time wore on, she got depressed. Eventually, she begged to go back to Death, and Cadmus agreed. He then committed suicide to be with his love. The third brother was smart. He wore the cloak all through life, so Death could not find him. He married and had a child. When it was his time, old with age, he finally took his cloak off, gifted it to his son, and greeted Death as an old friend. It is said that will all three of these hallows, one becomes the Master of Death. As Lord Peverell, you inherit all three of these items. They have been summoned from their 'owners' and placed in your vault. I do believe you have the cloak in your possession, do you not?"
"The cloak that was my father's?"
"Yes. The Potters are descended from Ignotus Peverell."
"What does 'Master of Death' mean? And who had the Hallows before I accepted my inheritance?"
"You cannot die, and you can also make requests of Death. All you must do is summon him. The wand was in the possession of Albus Dumbledore, and the Stone was being used as a horcrux by Tom Riddle."
"Ahhh, more deceit. What is a horcrux?"
As soon as he had asked the question, he already knew. The Dark lordship ring had supplied the answer. As he learned more and more, he became disgusted with Riddle. Who could do that, split up their soul?
"I think you know, Lord Emrys. Now, if you have no more questions, I have to balance your accounts now that you have claimed you inheritance."
Standing, Harry replied, "Thank you Griphook. May your vault fill and your enemies lie dead at you feet."
Griphook bowed his head slightly, "May your reign thirve and enemies cower before you."
With that, Harry Apparated away.
Just before the CRACK! he heard Griphook murmur, "Blank your mind and build walls from your thoughts."
A/N: Wow, that was…interesting. People kept interrupting me, it got really annoying. I know I said I would do shopping this chapter, but I decided not to. It will happen next chapter, and maybe more. Who knows? Certainly not me, I'm just the author. But, let's be realistic, I have no life so the next chapter will probably be here by tomorrow…
Review? Please? *gets down on knees and prepares to beg shamelessly, looks up at you with puppy-dog eyes* Please?