"Now Mr. Potter, there's also the matter of Sirius Black III's will. He named you as the main beneficiary and his heir. So there are responsibilities for you to take up." said the goblin behind the desk.
Harry, now Berry of all names, nodded blankly. Not only did he have confirmation that he wasn't supposed to be raised by the Dursleys he had to deal with realizing his name was something completely different.
"There's also the matter of a marriage contract signed between the Black family and another family that you are now eligible for. This contract cannot be cast aside."
He looked up, blinking. "A marriage contract? Between who?"
The goblin dug through a stack of parchment before pulling out a document.
"Here it is…From no longer than two years after graduation from schooling, the Heir of house Black and a suitable bride from House Parkinson shall be wed, with the condition of one child per family name."
He blinked again. Parkinson?
"Do I just owl her then? Or her parents I guess. But wait! She was all over Malfoy for years! How's that allowed if she knows we have to get married? And she wanted to give me up to Voldemort!" He grew more frustrated as he spoke.
The goblin raised a hand. "Mr. Potter, I cannot help with those issues. They are between yourself and your betrothed. I recommend owling Ms. Parkinson's parents."
Berry nodded, before realizing his first concern. "Oh no I have to tell everyone my name's not Harry."