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Rise of the Dark Angel	By : isabel88 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 61368 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Title: Rise of the Dark Angel

Author: Izzyb09

Beta reader/Co-Author: Tonks-is-Cool

Chapter: 4: Meetings

Settings: AU after OOTP: It's canon up to the beginning of the battle at the DOM when they are in the veil room, after that, it's AU and mine.

Pairings: HP/DM; LV/SS; RL/LM; NL/LL; BL/RL

Warnings: This story will contain mentions of Violence, Child Abuse, Alcohol Use, Adult Language, Slash/Het Sexual situations. Please discontinue reading if such scenes or themes are offensive to you.

Disclaimer: I own nothing…if I did, Ginny would have died in the CoS, Dumbledore would have choked on his lemon drops and Harry would have stood up for himself against Molly and Dumbledore.

Disclaimer 2: this story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Letter or commentary/introduction

{Parssseltongue}

~…~ indicates scene change

O.P.D.: Sunday 21^st November, ’10.

Last time on RDA:

"What the hell is wrong with her?" he asked himself the moment she was out of sight. "I have to find out what's going on."

(This scene is on the same day Harry talked to Snape)

When Hedwig dropped Snape back in his office, he went directly to his cupboard, grabbed his bottle of firewhiskey, a glass and headed to the couch. After sitting down, he poured himself a glass, downing it all in one gulp before pouring another. He held the glass in his hand as he focused his gaze on the fireplace. He was having a little trouble processing what he had learned from Harry; make no mistake, he did believe him, but it was like having a battle between old information and new information.

"Perhaps I was a bit too hasty in aligning myself to listen to what Potter had to say," he murmured to himself. "However, the truth he spoke was undeniable and it raises questions towards the Headmaster's actions concerning him. It is curious as to how the Dark Lord came upon the knowledge to question Pettigrew concerning the Potters' whereabouts."

He sipped the firewhiskey and stared into the fire as his mind ran over everything he had discussed with Harry, coming to a stop on that fateful Halloween night.

"Was the Headmaster truly the one that led the Dark Lord to Pettigrew?" he mused. "If it was, then perhaps we are dealing with a man that is far more sinister that anyone knows."

He sighed as he stood up, placing the glass on his desk. He walked over to his potions closet, going over them absently as he thought more on Harry and his powers.

'How is that the boy could display that magnitude of power and from such a young age and no one knows anything about it? Disapparation, wandless magic…these are things that should have caused a riot at the Ministry and yet, nothing.'

His thoughts drifted to the Headmaster. 'What exactly will he gain from his actions? The years have proven that he has no knowledge of Potter's true abilities. How is it that one that seemed to know it all could be so oblivious to his most precious tool?'

Snape stood next to his desk before looking down at his left arm; he touched the mark on his arm and sighed, as he knew that he had to share the information with the Dark Lord, lest he found out some other way.

"As much as I am not looking forward to this meeting, it is one I must regrettably partake of." He spoke aloud before grabbing his robes and heading to the Floo.

"Malfoy Manor, Master study, Meliora cogito!" Snape called out just before he stepped in. When he came through on the other side, he saw Lucius Malfoy sitting behind his desk.

The blonde looked up when he heard the noise.

"Severus," his voice drawled, "To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you at this hour?"

"I understand that as a Malfoy," Snape's silky drawl was filled with sharp undertones, "your ego knows no bounds, and so, it is with great pleasure that I disperse of that; I am not here to visit you Lucius."

"Then why, Severus," Lucius leaned back in his chair as he looked at him, "Are you here?"

"I do not see how that is any of your business," Snape replied softly, the sharpness in his voice becoming even more pronounced. "However, as it is your home, I suppose it is the polite thing to inform you; I am here to see the Dark Lord and no Lucius, you cannot know the reasons as to why."

The blonde scowled before getting up from his seat. "This way."

He led Snape out of the room and down the hallway. The two walked for a while before turning onto another hallway; ten minutes later, Lucius stopped in front of wide oak doors. Without saying anything, he turned and left Snape standing there.

When he was sure that Lucius was gone, Snape raised his hand and knocked on the door three times.

"Enter." A voice hissed.

Snape opened the door and walked in; he came to a stop next to a person sitting in the dark red wingback chair close to the fire and fell to his knees. "My Lord."

"What is the meaning of this Severus?" Voldemort hissed.

"I have recently gained some information My Lord," Snape said as he kept his head bowed. "Information that I believe you will be interested to know."

Voldemort looked down on his most faithful follower; he knew that many believed that Lucius was his right hand man, but they were mistaken. His potions master Severus Snape held that title.

"Information about what Severus?" Voldemort asked. With the position that he had, he knew it was unwise to trust many of his followers, but he trusted Severus, as he knew the man was extremely loyal to him and would not have brought information to him if he did not believe it was truly important or worth knowing.

"Information on Harry Potter," Snape said, his head still bowed. "Information that will inevitably please you."

"Rise Severus," Voldemort said, "and speak." He leaned forward slightly as he waited for his follower to talk. His curiosity was peaked when he heard it was about the boy; when he had possessed him back at the Department of Mysteries, he had gleaned something from his mind, something that made him pause and think.

"After the Headmaster left the Department of Mysteries with the students," Snape began, "he took them back to his office; the injured were healed and sent on their way while Potter stayed behind. Based on my information, and I have sufficient proof to believe that it is correct, the contents of the Prophecy were disclosed to him."

"The boy knows of the Prophecy?" Voldemort hissed; he had been extremely displeased with Lucius when he failed to retrieve the orb and had let his anger known with a well-placed Crucio.

"Yes my Lord," Snape nodded.

"What does the Old Fool have to gain by letting the boy know?" Voldemort asked.

"From my understanding my Lord," Snape continued, "it seems as if the Headmaster revealed the information when he did as a ploy to get the boy further under his thumb; Potter had just lost his Godfather and was in a state of grief. It is my belief that he was told the prophecy so that he would further align himself to the Headmaster and his goal of destroying you."

"Dumbledore was always ambitious about that," Voldemort hissed. "Is that the only information Severus?"

"No my Lord," Snape shook his head. "There is more; it is apparent that Potter did not react how he was expected to. He lashed out, destroying the Headmaster's office in the process, and then proceeded to inform him that he wished to be left alone for the entire summer. I tried to get the Headmaster to disclose what had happened but he refused."

"But," Voldemort narrowed his eyes at him. "How have you come to know all of this?"

"That is where it gets interesting," Snape's voice had an 'ahh' sound to it, one that revealed he was most amused by what he was about to say. "I was told by the brat himself; according to him, he is no longer blinded to the Headmaster's dealings or to the Light side of things. We were all fooled by him."

"Explain yourself," Voldemort hissed.

Therefore, Snape explained to the Dark Lord all that Harry had revealed to him. When he was done, he was quiet as he waited for his Lord to speak.

"So you believe the boy was telling the truth?" Voldemort questioned; his question surprised Snape a little, as he had thought he would have been more interested in finally getting to know the exact contents of the prophecy.

"As I said earlier my Lord," Snape said, "I have seen substantiate proof that supports his words."

"So Harry Potter is not as light as everyone perceives him to be," Voldemort mused. "Interesting; it confirms what I have suspected."

"My Lord?" Snape raised a dark eyebrow.

"During the…fiasco at the Department of Mysteries, I was able to possess Potter for a short amount of time," Voldemort said. "I saw darkness in his mind and with that darkness I saw images, images that correspond to what you've revealed about his family."

Voldemort was quiet for a moment before he looked at Snape. "You say Dumbledore has no knowledge of the boy's true nature?"

"None whatsoever," Snape confirmed. "The fact is that no one knows shows just how…Slytherin the boy truly is."

"I see." Voldemort was quiet once more as he thought on the implications of what they just discussed. "This changes things Severus. Do you believe the boy would be open to a meeting?"

"I have no doubt he will be my Lord," Snape nodded. "I believe he will make an excellent addition to our side and the news about his defection will severely damage the Light."

Voldemort stood from his seat and walked up to Snape. He lifted a hand and trailed the back of his hand down Snape's cheek. "Excellent work Severus; I want you to continue working with the boy. From what you've told me, he seems to trust you; get him open to the idea of working with us."

"Yes my Lord," Snape answered; when he had felt his master's hand touching his cheek, he was unable to hold back the shiver that went through his body, a shiver that had nothing to do with fright, disgust or the cold. The touch brought confusing feelings to the forefront, feelings that intensified when he looked directly into Voldemort's eyes.

Voldemort for his part, held back a smirk when he saw the look in his Potions Master's eyes; he knew what he was doing to him and it sent a thrill through him. It would shock people to know that Severus meant more to him than any other of his followers. The only time he had ever truly hurt him, was the night Severus reported what he had heard about the prophecy and he had questioned him intensely. Voldemort had cast a Crucio on Severus for about five minutes and when he released it, to his surprise, he had felt a surge of guilt, something he didn't think he'd ever feel.

Since that night, his punishments to the Potions Master had never been so severe. Because he had never experienced love, he had no idea that that was what he was feeling for the man; lust was a definite, but beyond that, his own feelings towards his master were confusing.

"You have pleased me Severus," he spoke, his voice was soft and captivating. "You have been my most faithful servant and have done more for me than any of the others."

"It is my honor to please you my Lord," Snape murmured as he tried hard to fight the flush that wanted to come on his face. "And it is my honor to continue to do so." He could not understand why he was feeling the way he was and why it was the Dark Lord that evoked the confusing feelings inside of him.

"I know, my slippery serpent," Voldemort said. "And you shall be rewarded when the time is right." As soon as his thought was complete, lustful thoughts on how he could reward Severus flashed through his mind and he could feel himself hardening.

Snape looked up into his master's eyes and this time, he could not help the flush that took over his face; the desire he saw in the red eyes left no doubt as to what the reward would be and to his surprise, he felt an answering desire rise up inside himself.

Seeing the burning embers in Snape's eyes, Voldemort stepped back from the man; he hid his smirk when he saw that Snape had unconsciously shifted slightly towards him. "That will be all Severus."

Snape had to restrain himself from taking an actual step towards the Dark Lord; the desire coursing through him was stronger than what he had ever felt for anyone else. He knew the words were a dismissal and he quickly composed himself before nodding at his Lord.

"If you have no further use of me Lord," Snape said. "I must return before he notices I'm gone."

"Very well," Voldemort said once he reclaimed his seat. Snape turned to leave and he waited until he was at the door before he spoke again. "Severus?"

"My Lord?" Snape turned when he heard his name.

"Regarding Potter's feelings towards young Mr. Malfoy," Voldemort continued. "Perhaps it would not be a bad idea to have him accompany you on some of your meetings."

"As you wish my Lord," Snape nodded once before opening the door and closing it behind him.

Back inside, Voldemort smirked as he thought on his Potions Master; he could not deny that he had enjoyed teasing the man and a sense of satisfaction flowed through him as he recalled Snape's own reactions.

{You ssshould not have teasssed him ssso} his snake Nagini said as she slithered out from a dark corner and up to his comfortable, well padded wingback chair to wrap herself around him.

{I did not teassse} Voldemort replied as he stroked the top of her head.

{Oh? Then what do you call it oh Great One?}

{It wasss merely a meansss to get information} Voldemort knew he wasn't being truthful but he wasn't in the mood to say anything more; his own feelings towards the Potions Master confused him and he refused to allow them to dominate his thoughts more than necessary.

{Sssure it wasss} by the tone in Nagini's voice, you got the distinct impression that she was smirking.

{I need not explain myssself to you sssnake} Voldemort knew if it was anyone else, they would have already been under the Crucio curse. But not Nagini, she had been with him for years and was his most faithful pet…though to call her a pet to her face would more than likely result in death.

{Sssomeone sssure isss touchy} now he could definitely hear the smirk in her voice.

"Nagini," Voldemort's voice held a hint of warning, but the snake wasn't cowered; she knew he wouldn't hurt her.

{Just admit you have feelingsss for the dark haired follower} Nagini hissed. {And I will leave it at that…for now}

Voldemort's eye twitched as he thought of ways to rid himself of the snake. Judging by the hissing coming from Nagini, he knew she was laughing at him.

{Alright, I'll behave} Nagini hissed. {What information did you receive from the dark haired one?}

{Information about a certain nuisssance} Voldemort replied. {It wasss information about Harry Potter}

{The boy?} Nagini shifted around until her head was resting in his lap. {What sssort of information wasss it?}

And so, Voldemort told her what Snape had revealed to him. He had no qualms of letting her know as he knew without a doubt that she would never betray him and even if she did, there was only one person who would be able to understand her anyways and from the looks of things, he would more than likely be on their side soon.

{What isss your opinion, my beloved?} He asked her.

{I think that before the sssummer isss over, the dark side ssshall gain the upper hand over the Light.}

{I agree.} Voldemort nodded.

{Now, back to your potionsss massster} Nagini hissed, causing Voldemort to let out a curse.

…

While Nagini annoyed her master about the Potions Master, said person was stalking back through the hallway of the Manor, heading towards Lucius' office thinking on what had just happened in his meeting.

'This is ridiculous.' He snarled to himself. 'I am not some hormonal teenager or a simpering slip of a school girl salivating over a crush! It was nothing! It meant nothing! Then why did you shiver so? Why did you felt such desire…desire you have never experienced for anyone else. Shut up! It was not desire. Sure it wasn't; just admit it, you desire the Dark Lord. All that power, that control—

"I do not desire the Dark Lord!" he yelled out.

"Godfather?"

Snape, startled by the call, quickly composed himself and turned to see Draco standing there. "What is it Dragon?"

"What are you doing here?" Draco took a few steps forward until he was close enough to Snape. "Is something wrong?"

"No Draco," Snape reassured him. "Nothing is wrong." While Snape may dislike Lucius, he adored his godson; they might be similar in looks but Draco was different from his father and for that, Snape was grateful.

"Are you sure?" Draco questioned.

"Yes I am sure," Snape said; he may prefer Draco's company to Lucius' but in relation to what he had thought just seconds ago, he wondered briefly if he should recant it. It seems that being nosy was a trait that Draco got from his father.

"Why were you yelling just now?" Draco asked.

"I fail to see how that is any of your business Draco," Snape drawled. "Furthermore, I am not so uncouth as to stand in a hallway, yelling for everyone to hear me. Such actions, I assure you, are quite beneath me."

"But—

"But nothing Draco," Snape cut him off. "And since you are too much like your father in the fact that you cannot stay out of other's business, I shall satisfy you with an answer; I was just in a meeting with the Dark Lord."

"Oh?" Draco looked down the hallway Snape just came from before looking back at it. "Is there something going on?"

Snape was quiet as he looked at Draco. On Voldemort's orders, he was to allow Draco to accompany him whenever he met Harry because of Harry's feelings for him. What he was not sure about however, was Draco's preferences. He knew from observing him that Draco did not have any relationships with any female at school but he was not sure what he did when he went on vacations with his parents.

"Draco," Snape started. "I was given an assignment and it was requested that you join me."

"What?" Draco turned wide eyes towards his godfather. "The Dark Lord wants me to join you on a mission?"

"I am positive that that is what I just said," Snape's voice held a reprimanding undertone. "So kindly refrain from repeating my words."

"Sorry Sir," Draco nodded. "What is the mission?"

"Recruiting a potential ally," Snape said.

Draco could not believe what he was hearing. The Dark Lord wanted him to help Snape with an ally. To know that he was given something like that and he hadn't even started his sixth year as yet filled him with awe. He was beyond excited because he knew none of his Slytherin classmates had ever been given a task like this. He could not wait to brag about it to his father. As if sensing his thoughts, Snape spoke up.

"I understand your excitement to do this; however, it is imperative that you tell no one of this; not even your father." His voice held a harsh note to it that promised retribution if Draco went against his words. "And certainly not any of your classmates; if the Dark Lord wanted this to be broadcasted to everyone, he would have held a full meeting. Are we understood?"

"Yes godfather," Draco nodded. He heard the warning in Snape's voice and he did not fancy finding out what would happen if he went against it.

"Good," Snape nodded. He looked over his godson once more and his thoughts drifted to what Harry had told him.

‘…I've never hated Draco…in fact; my feelings for him are quite the opposite.’

True, he wasn't too sure about his godson's preferences, but what he was sure about was the way that Draco always seemed to talk about Potter and the way he always seem to want Potter's attention on him alone and the way he would react if it wasn't. All of that led him to believe that the feelings that Potter had for Draco may be mutual.

'Hmm, it will be interesting to see how this plays out,' Snape mused to himself. 'Draco is a Malfoy and they are stubborn and proud if nothing else. Harry will have his hands full.'

He paused as he remembered the raw confidence that Harry exuded. 'Draco will be no match for the new Harry Potter. The Malfoys pride themselves on being cool and collected at all times…especially Draco. I look forward to seeing the Ice Prince of Slytherin ruffled.'

"Godfather?" Draco called out; the smile on Snape's face was a little disturbing as he had rarely seen the man smile and if he did, it was when he was taking pleasure out of someone else's suffering.

"That will be all Draco," Snape said. "Now, if you will excuse me, I must return to the school."

With that, he walked off, leaving his godson staring after him in confusion.

(With Harry)

It has been three days since Hedwig had returned from Neville and Harry had spent those three days preparing for his upcoming school year. The first day after, while he was on his way back from running at the park, he had come across a sign for an upcoming Karate class; intrigued, he had gone inside to ask about it and had ended up signing the roster that same day. The class would start next week, so it gave him time to get the stuff needed for the class.

It was now the third day and Harry knew that he would need to make a trip to Gringotts. However, he didn't feel like going through Diagon Alley to do it as he didn't want to be seen by any of the order members or Dumbledore himself and as much fun as it would be, he didn't want to use the Dursleys either. He also didn't want to use Hedwig as he wasn't sure what the goblins policy on phoenixes flashing into their bank was. He was thinking things over in his room when an owl came through his window. It was very regal looking and Harry got the impression that it was very important.

Getting up, he walked over to the bird and removed the letter from its leg. He gave it a couple of Hedwig's treats and watched as it flew off before walking back over to his bed.

"I wonder who this is from?" he asked as he sat down. "Only one way to find out."

He broke the seal and opened the letter.

Greetings Mr. Potter,

We here at Gringotts would like to inform you of the will reading of one Lord Sirius Orion Black. The will reading is in four days and all recipients are asked to be present.

However, due to a stipulation placed by Lord Black himself, it was requested that a separate will reading be held specifically for you. We've set up an appointment for you for tomorrow at 1p.m.

When that time comes, just tap this letter with your wand and say "Gobblehook"; it is a portkey that will bring you directly into the meeting room.

Until then,

Ragnok

Head of Gringotts Bank

"Why would Sirius ask for two different will readings?" Harry asked. "I guess I'll find out when I go tomorrow."

The rest of the day passed by with no major happenings; Harry worked out in the garden until nightfall and then he went inside to take a shower. After the shower, he changed into a pair of black pajama bottoms, foregoing the top and went to bed. He was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

The next day, he woke up just before ten. After using the bathroom and brushing his teeth, he went downstairs. When he got there, he saw that his family was dressed. Looking at them, he raised an eyebrow.

"We're going to go visit Marge," Petunia said. "We're spending two weeks at her place and then we're going on a vacation. We won't be back until the end of July."

"Dudders," Harry turned to look at his cousin. "I'd imagine you'll be careful and not let anyone see your back. It could have serious consequences for you if that were to happen."

Heeding the warning in his words, the Dursleys left the house. Harry chuckled to himself as he walked into the kitchen. He prepared breakfast, which consisted of scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, hash browns and orange juice. Levitating the tray of food in front of him, he headed back to his bedroom.

After giving Hedwig the hash browns, he settled on his bed to eat. When he was finished, he took his empty dishes down to the sink and went outside to do some exercises. He stretched a bit first to loosen his body. When he was done, he did a few jumping jacks to start him off before moving on to push ups and then sit ups. He did added more routines, quickly working up a sweat.

A little while later, he stopped and walked back into the house. He went up to his room and when he saw that the clock read twelve thirty, he hurried into the shower. Fifteen minutes later, he came out and saw that he had just over ten minutes to get dressed. He waved his hand over his body, drying off the excess water, before he pulled on a pair of boxers. His hair was still a little wet, leaving them more curly than normal, as he pulled on his jeans. Drying his hair, he put on a dark green t-shirt and he grabbed his wand and the letter from his dresser.

"Ready girl?" Harry looked at Hedwig, who flew from her perch to his shoulder. She nipped his ear and he smiled. "Alright, let's go."

He touched his wand to the parchment and said the phrase. "Gobblehook."

The two disappeared and reappeared in an office inside the bank of Gringotts.

"Greetings Mr. Potter," a regal looking goblin was sitting behind a desk in front of him.

"Good Afternoon," Harry bowed at the waist and a shocked look crossed the goblin's face for a split second.

"Sit," the goblin gestured to the chair and Harry moved to it, mindful of Hedwig on his shoulder.

"Interesting phoenix you have there," the goblin said.

"She is, isn't she?" Harry's hand reached up to rub Hedwig's breast. "Not to be rude or anything, but could you please tell me why Sirius wanted me to hear his will separately?"

"Mr. Potter," the goblin started. "My name is Ragnok and I am the Head Director of Gringotts."

"Pleased to meet you," Harry said. "It must be something if you are dealing with this directly."

"It is," Ragnok nodded. "Your godfather came to the bank and requested the meeting specifically with me. Normally, I do not concern myself with things that I consider trivial and a wizard's affairs are one of them. However, when Lord Black explained why he wanted to meet, I was inclined to agree."

"And what was it that made you agree?" Harry asked.

"His distrust of Albus Dumbledore," Ragnok said.

"Explain please?" Harry leaned forward slightly in his seat.

"It is no secret that goblins despise wizards," Ragnok said. "However, in all my years of being among them, only two of them have managed to gain respect in my eyes; you and the late Lord Black. I've heard about the things that you have been through from the moment you graced the halls of Hogwarts and for a child so young to overcome such obstacles each year…"

"Thank you," Harry nodded his head. "Why didn't my godfather trust Dumbledore?"

"Because Albus Dumbledore could have prevented your godfather from going to Azkaban and he didn't."

"What?" Harry's eyes narrowed and his magic spiked as the words sunk in.

"Albus Dumbledore is not only the Headmaster of Hogwarts," Ragnok continued. "He's also the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamont. That means, he could've gone above the Minister of Magic's head and order a trial for Lord Black, but he didn't."

"So he knew Sirius was innocent and he still allowed him to go to prison?" Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. It shouldn't shock him hearing what Dumbledore did, but it did.

"Yes," Ragnok nodded.

"Let me guess," Harry snorted. "It was done because he needed me to be in the position that I was in. He needed me with the Dursleys because he knew they hated magic."

"He placed a magical child with magic haters?" Ragnok looked livid.

"Yes," Harry nodded and a dark scowl was present on his face. "He needed me to be his perfect weapon and the Dursleys would've made sure of that. He couldn't allow Sirius to take me as that would ruin his plans, so he allowed him to rot in Azkaban. What he didn't count on was that my time at the Dursleys would have the opposite effect."

"How much of an effect was it?" Ragnok asked.

Harry smiled and the darkness in it made Ragnok decide there and then that he would be an ally rather than an enemy.

"Let's just say that I no longer have to worry about Voldemort wanting to kill me," Harry said.

"Right," Ragnok nodded. "I think you should listen to the will now." He opened the desk and pulled a few documents out. He placed them on the desk before reaching back in to pull out an orb. Closing the drawer, he tapped the orb with his wand.

This is the last will and testament of I, Sirius Orion Black.

Before we do anything else, Ragnok, will you give Harry the letter now?

Ragnok stopped the orb and picked up one of the documents before handing it to Harry.

He took it, his hands trembling slightly and opened the parchment to read his godfather's final words.

Pup,

if you're reading this, then it means I'm dead. First off, IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT! However I died, I don't want you to blame yourself for it, alright? Secondly, I am so sorry I am not there for you. You have no idea how much I've regretted going after Peter that night. If I could go back in time and stop myself from doing it, I would. You mean the world to me Harry, and not because you're the last link I had to James and Lily but because the night you were born, the night I first held you in my arms, I loved you.

I often used to tease James and Lily about kidnapping you away from them and raising you as my own. James was my escape from my family, but you changed me. When you looked at me with those gorgeous green eyes of yours, even greener than your mother's, I wanted to do everything to be someone that you would be proud of.

My years in Azkaban were the worst because I was away from you. All I could think about was you and how you were doing. Thinking of you also gave me hope; hope that I would see you again…hope that you were fine. It was a hope that refused to die.

What I'm about to tell you might be hard for you to hear, but it is something that you need to know. Don't trust Albus Harry. I know right now you're probably confused as to why I said that, but let me explain a few things I found out. You were never supposed to go to the Dursleys; Albus went against James and Lily's will. If you couldn't be with me, you were supposed to go to either Remus or Severus. I know you're shocked about Severus, I was too when Lily first told me and I made her explain her reasons. She suspected, as did James, Remus and I, that Snape was a Death Eater. But what James and Remus didn't know is that she thought it was because of her.

James and I weren't the best to Snape in school; we made his life hell. And after one of our pranks, I guess he finally had enough. Unfortunately, Lily was the one that paid for it. That was the first and last time Snape called Lily a "mudblood" and it was also the last time they spoke. Lily told me that she was sure that Snape had joined Voldemort because he finally felt like he had no one. Through his fault, but majority of it is ours, he had pushed away the only friend he ever had.

Now I know you're wondering why you're mom would leave you to Snape if she suspected he was a Death Eater. Simple, she believed that he didn't truly want to be one, but did because he felt like had no other choice and with Voldemort gone, she needed him to have a reason to be the person she knew he could be. She forgave him for calling her a mudblood and she forgave him for joining Voldemort, but she knew he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. She wanted you to go to him because she felt that by having you to take care of he would understand that she still trusted him…enough to raise you. She knew that he would take care of you…even if it were only as a way to absolve himself of his past actions. I didn't agree with it, but I understood her reasoning.

However, I suspect that Dumbledore knew that if Snape had you to care for, then he would've lose out on having a spy, so he did what he could to prevent it from happening. I knew Petunia when she was an Evans and I knew her after she married Vernon and even then, she was not the most open-minded person, on the contrary. Petunia hated Lily and everything she stood for. During your third year when you asked me to take you with me, I wanted to; Merlin how I wanted to. But I couldn't. I was fleeing from the Ministry and I refused to put you through that. Even after, when I finally moved to Grimmauld Place, I still couldn't take you from them because I was still wanted by the Ministry. And that brings me to my next point; my incarceration.

You know your parents were under the Fidelius Charm. What you may not know is that Albus was the one to perform the charm and it was Albus we used when we switched the Secret Keeper from me to Peter. The Wizarding World looks up to Albus Dumbledore. Not only that, but he held a position that could have helped me. He was and is the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamont. I don't know if you know what that is, but the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamont could've have gone above the Minister of Magic's head and order trials for people suspected of crimes. That means that if Albus had truly wanted to, he could've demanded a trial for me to declare my innocence, because he knew I was innocent.

He didn't because he needed me out of your life. Anyone that could influence you into being someone independent, he took away. It's why Remus nor Severus got you and why the Weasleys are so close to him. They believe everything he tells them. Don't trust them Harry; they are under his thumb. The only exceptions are the twins and I'm not too sure about Bill and Charlie.

I got out of one prison and was placed in another. Being in my ancestral home was not fun for me. The only joy I ever had in that place was the time you were there. The only difference between Azkaban and Grimmauld Place was that it didn't have any Dementors.

I truly am sorry I cannot be there for you cub. Nobody wants to die, but if there is one way I would be ok with dying is if it was done to protect you. Take care of yourself pup and Moony as well. I love you both.

Sirius Orion Black

"Sirius," Harry whispered. His throat felt as if it was clogged with tears. His godfather was taken from him and it was all because of one person. Albus Dumbledore was going to pay.

Hundreds of miles away in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Albus sat up as he felt Death's icy fingers travel down his spine.

"I didn't even know Sirius had suspicions about Dumbledore," Harry said.

"No one knew," Ragnok answered.

"The will please," Harry said. "What does it say?"

"This is the reading of the last will and testament of Sirius Orion Black," Ragnok said just before he tapped the orb.

I, Sirius Orion Black, being of sound mind and gorgeous body (shut up Moony) herby bequeath (do I really have to say that word?) my possessions to the following people:

To my best friend and pack-mate Remus J. Lupin, I leave you with 1,000,000 galleons with the instructions to buy yourself some new wardrobe. And sorry Remy, but you can't give it back.

To Nymphadora Tonks, I leave you with 10,000 galleons. The only reason for that is because you're family. Blacks may have their disagreements, but the ones that were close, looked out for each other. You chose your job over me. You not only suspected, but you know that I was innocent and as an Auror, it was your job to tell your boss. Amelia would've at least demanded they look into what really happened.

To Andromeda Tonks, I reinstate you to the Black Family line; just because I am disappointed in your daughter doesn't mean anything when it comes to you. I also leave you with 100,000 galleons.

To Draco Malfoy, I leave you with 50,000 galleons. I know your secret Draco and it may shock you but I am glad and I wish you well. I've seen how you've acted and I have to say, it does me proud to see that you truly are a Black. Masks are something I'm familiar with.

To Narcissa Malfoy, I leave you with a Knut. We may have been close as kids, but that changed. I've heard things Cissy and I'm disappointed to note that you turned out just like my mother, your Aunt Walburga.

To Arthur and Molly Weasley, I leave 1,000 galleons. Molly, you may be a mother, but Harry is not your son. Moreover, while I do appreciate you taking him in, it doesn't give you the right to try and control his life. You were a guest in my home and I wasn't supposed to put up with you demeaning my every action concerning him. You are not his mother and you are not his guardian. But it doesn't surprise me knowing what I do now.

To Ron Weasley, I leave you with this advice; grow up. You're nothing more than a jealous arse. You hate Harry for the fame that he has and seem to want everything to be handed to you. For someone who is supposed to be Harry's friend, I don't know how you couldn't tell that Harry would trade everything in to have what you have…a family. All you care about is the Boy-Who-Lived and nothing about Harry.

To Hermione Granger, when I first met you, I was intrigued and happy that my godson had someone like you in his corner, but now…if circumstances were different, I would've left you the entire Black Library, but as it is, things change as do people. The only difference between you and Peter is your gender and blood status.

To Albus Dumbledore, I leave you with nothing. I won't have to explain as I'm sure you know why.

To the Weasley twins Fred and George, I leave with you the trunk in my vault. It's filled with all the pranks the Marauders did and ones that we thought of. Moony can help you guys with it. I also leave you both with 100,000 galleons each. You guys have been a better friend to Harry far more than the other two.

To Severus Snape, the first thing I leave to you is this: my deepest apologies. James and I were absolutely horrible to you in school and I know that just saying sorry will not erase everything, but I hoped it would be a start. I also want to thank you. Despite everything, you've still looked out for Harry and I will be forever grateful to you for that. I leave you with 200,000 galleons; it might seem much to you, but to me, it's nothing when compared to keeping Harry safe. There's also something you should know, but Harry has to be the one to tell you.

And lastly, to my godson Harry James Potter, I leave you with the rest of the Black fortune. I also declare you legally emancipated and my heir. You haven't been a child in a long time Harry, and with everything that has happened, it's time you took control of your life.

Remus, despite Harry's emancipation, I name you his legal guardian in the Wizarding World. Only you and Harry can touch his vaults and money. Anyone else will need to not only provide identification, but they have to have authorization from either one of you. Don't worry; the goblins have a way of knowing if the authorization is authentic or faked. Take care of our cub Moony and please, I truly don't want either of you to feel guilty over my death and I don't want you to blame yourselves either. If you do, I swear I will create enough of a ruckus in the afterlife just to come back and haunt both of your asses…understand?

Finally, the Black Family Townhouse in London, number twelve Grimmauld Place, is no longer in use by the Order of the Phoenix. Draco, it's yours to do whatever you want with.

I know a lot of you are angry about what you have received, but, well, I'm dead, so there's nothing you can do and everything is already done and cannot be changed…well, they can only be changed by the heir. Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Toodles.

Sirius Orion Black

Lord of the House of Black

Marauder

Godfather to an Amazing Young Man

Best Friend to Amazing Man

"I didn't realize Sirius knew so much about all of them," Harry said.

"Mr. Black might've been a prankster," Ragnok said. "But when it came to you, he was very serious."

"Is there anything else?" Harry asked. "And what do I have to do in regards to being emancipated and what does being Sirius' heir mean?"

"Lord Black had asked us to check into the Potter's will," Ragnok said. "And to see if there were any inconsistencies with the Potter vaults."

"Was there?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Ragnok said. "Your godfather was right; Albus went against your parent's wishes and placed you with the Dursleys. I've also found out that he has taken money from your vaults and has distributed to Molly and Arthur Weasley as well as kept some for his own."

"Did they know where the money came from?" Harry asked; he didn't want to jump to any conclusions and he didn't want to do anything without all his facts.

"Yes," Ragnok nodded. "Both Molly and Arthur knew that Albus was taking the money from you. They didn't stop him because they felt that it was owed to them for taking you in."

"Is there anything we can do to fix that?" Harry asked. He was angry to know that Molly would steal money from him. He wanted them to pay for it and they would.

"Yes there is," Ragnok nodded. "And as for you emancipation, all is requires is your signature and a drop of blood."

He held out a parchment and handed Harry a quill. After Harry signed, he held out his finger and watched as Ragnok pricked it, letting the blood drop onto the parchment below. When he was finished, Ragnok took the document and placed it with the others.

"Whatever it is that can be done," Harry said. "Do it. I may not care much about money, but they stole from me and I want it all back with interest. I want them to know that they cannot do that."

"As you wish," Ragnok gave a toothy smile, which made him look dangerous. "Now, as for being his legal heir, you inherit everything, including his title."

"Title?" Harry looked confused.

"Young Black was disowned by his mother when he was still at school," Ragnok explained. "However, due to the death of his brother, the title of Lord Black was transferred back to him. And being that he named you his heir, you now hold that title. You are now, Lord Harry James Potter-Black."

"So that's why he's called Lord Black," Harry said. "I thought you called him that because he was from an old family."

"That is not the main reason," Ragnok said. "The Black line is an old one, and the heir becomes the Head of the family. Sirius named you his heir, so you gained that title."

"I understand now," Harry nodded.

"Is there anything else you would like to do?" Ragnok asked.

"Could you assign Griphook as the manager for my accounts?" Harry asked. "If he is not under Dumbledore's manipulations, I want him in charge of them with the explicit instructions that only myself and Remus Lupin can access the account until I say otherwise. I will, of course, have no problem with paying him for his help."

"If you don't mind my asking," Ragnok said. "Why Griphook?"

"He was the first goblin I met when I first came to the Wizarding World," Harry said. "And he took me to my vault; I don't think he liked riding the carts. I had fun though." When he was done, he had a smile on his face.

Ragnok looked at Harry. To most wizards, goblins were beneath them and no one bothered to treat them with respect or much less remember their names. But in the last hour, Harry had had proved different. Not only was he respectful and courteous, but he also remembered the name of the goblin that had helped him five years ago.

"You surprise me Mr. Potter," Ragnok said at last. "One so young and yet you treat us goblins as if we are your equals."

"I'm friends with an elf called Dobby," Harry smiled. "And I know what it feels like to be discriminated against and judged because I´m different."

"Mr. Potter," Ragnok said. "As I have already told you, Lord Black and yourself are the first two wizards to gain my respect in centuries. It is safe to say that you can now count on the goblins as allies."

"Thank you," Harry said. "But I thought goblins didn't concern themselves with human affairs?"

"We don't," Ragnok nodded. "Only if the wizard is proved worthy."

"Well, I'm grateful you deem me worthy," Harry smiled. "What exactly did my parents and Sirius left me in terms of property?"

Pulling out more documents, Ragnok gave a detailed list of all his properties. When he was done, Harry's eyes were wide with shock.

"That's a fair amount of property," Harry said.

"Yes it is," Ragnok said. "The total amount of money you have from your parents is 50 million galleons and the total amount you have from your godfather is 50 million galleons, which brings a grand total of 100 million galleons, making you one very wealthy wizard.”

"Fuck!" Harry was shocked at the amount of money he had. Never did he think he had that much money from both his parents and Sirius.

"And that does not include your properties," Ragnok continued. "If you include those, your wealth would easily increase."

"Holy damn," Harry ran a hand through his hair. "You mentioned a property in Wales?"

"Yes," Ragnok nodded. "It belongs to the Potters. It was one that was used by your parents before and just after your birth before they moved to Godric's Hollow. It has ten bedrooms, seven bathrooms, a potions lab, a greenhouse, Quidditch pitch and it's under a spell which makes it look like an abandoned house to muggles."

"I'd like to see it," Harry said. He needed a place to live as he had no intentions of staying at the Dursleys forever. There were things he needed to do and they couldn't happen in Surrey.

"I will have a portkey ready for you in ten minutes," Ragnok said. "Is there anything else?"

"Not at the moment," Harry shook his head.

"Alright," Ragnok nodded as he moved to his feet. "I thank you for your time today. I shall return with your portkey."

"Thank you," Harry said as he stood up as well. When Ragnok left, he turned to Hedwig. "What do you think girl?"

She trilled a few times, her sounds light and musical.

"I can't believe it either," Harry said. "Especially the part about the money. They're all going to pay Hed…all of them."

Hedwig trilled in agreement, as she nipped his ear. She trilled again.

"I know," Harry nodded. "I definitely have to talk to the two of them. Now that I've heard Sirius' view on them, I know for sure now that they will back me up."

He listened to her trill a few more times.

"I'm going to send for Neville after we see the house," he told her. "It sounds like he needs to talk to someone."

Ragnok walked back into the room, a necklace in his hand with a lion pendant.

"The pendant on this necklace is the portkey," Ragnok said. "It will take you to the front gates of the Manor no matter where you're at."

"I assume that the Manor will have wards on them," Harry said. "Would you mind accompanying me so that I could know what to do in regards to allowing and denying entrance?"

"I'd be honored," Ragnok inclined his head.

"Alright," Harry turned to him. "Let's go."

He grabbed hold of the portkey and Ragnok activated it, the three disappearing with a whirl. When they landed, it was in a clearing and in front of them was a huge gate with the Potter insignia on it as well as two lions. Behind the gates was exactly what Ragnok had said, an old, abandoned, run-down looking house.

"So," Harry said. "How do I do this?"

"It requires a drop of blood," Ragnok said and smirked slightly as the grimace on Harry's face.

"Of course it does," Harry grimaced; it's not that he was afraid of blood...he just hated having to go through all of it.

"Just place your finger in the lion's mouth," Ragnok instructed.

Harry did as he was told and watched as the old building disappeared and a huge manor appeared in its place.

"Whoa," Harry breathed as the gates swung open. As they walked through, Harry could see the Quidditch posts in the distance. They got to the house, and he placed his fingers in the lion's mouth that was on the door.

The door opened up and just as they stepped in, two elves appeared.

"Oh Master Harry," the elf cried. "The master has come home."

"Eh…what's your name?" Harry asked as he looked down at both of them.

"I's be Minky," the house elf said. "And this be Tanna."

"Well," Harry smiled. "Pleased to meet you Minky and Tanna."

"Mr. Potter," Ragnok said, "not to be seen as rude as you have been undoubtedly courteous, but I will leave you in the hands of your elves. They will be able to tell you everything you need to know about the Manor."

"It's ok Ragnok," Harry smiled as he shook his head and held out his hand. "I understand. I hope you have a good day and may your vaults overflow with money."

Ragnok's eyes widened in surprise at the farewell. He composed himself and clasped Harry's hand in his, completing the handshake. "May your life be fulfilling."

Hedwig flew from Harry's shoulder and went over to Ragnok. When she settled on his shoulder, she disappeared in a flash of fire, reappearing seconds later.

"Thanks girl," Harry smiled at her before turning to the two house elves. "Ok, so can you tell me how to stop people that I don't want from coming here?"

"Yes Master Harry," the elf, Tanna said. "We's be knowing how to do that. Alls youse have to do …"

The rest of the day was spent with the elves showing Harry what to do and him making the necessary adjustments. He knew that he'd have to bring Snape, Neville and Luna to add them to the wards and after he spoke with the twins and Remus as well.

By the time they were done, it was already dark.

"Wow," Harry breathed as he collapsed onto a couch. "I didn't think it'd take that long."

"Would Master be liking dinner?" Minky popped into the room.

"Yes Minky," Harry nodded. He leaned his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. Minutes later, he heard his name.

"Master Harry," Tanna said. "Dinner be ready."

"Thank you Tanna," Harry smiled down at the house elf.

"Master be so kind," Tanna's huge, round eyes grew slightly wider and shined with wetness. "Just like last Master."

"My dad," Harry said as he walked into the kitchen. He sat down at the table and felt his mouth water at the food. Being at the Dursleys had forced him to learn how to cook and he knew that he was very good at it, but it felt nice to be cooked for.

"Will you two sit down and join me?" Harry said as he grabbed a plate and started placing food on it.

"Master, are you sure?" Minky asked.

"Yes," Harry nodded.

"Just like Mistress youse be," Minky's eyes shined with tears.

"My mom was like that?" Harry asked.

"That she was," A voice spoke up. Harry looked up and saw a portrait on the far wall.

"Uhm…hello?" Harry raised an eyebrow at the man. "Who are you?"

"Harrison Charlus Potter," the man said. "Your ancestor."

Harry's eyes widened in shock. "Really?"

He looked at the portrait more closely and could see the resemblance. He had the same messy, jet-black hair, but piercing brown eyes. He was also wearing small, round spectacles on his face. His features were strikingly similar.

"So the hair really is inherited," Harry mused.

"Yes it is," Harrison said proudly. "Women would swoon when they saw it as it gave us the look as if—

"We either just got out of bed or we just got the best shag of our life," Harry finished with a chuckle.

"Right you are," the man laughed.

"So," Harry said as he continued eating, Minky and Tanna had finally sat down and was eating along with him. "What do I call you?"

"You can call me Gramps or Charlie," the man said. "As I guess it'd be confusing with two Harrisons."

"I guess," Harry laughed.

"So Harry," Harrison said. "What has your life been like?"

"I don't think you really want to know," Harry's voice had gone cold as he answered. He stood up and Minky and Tanna immediately cleared away the dishes. "And even if you did, I don't know you well enough to tell you my life story after my parents died."

And with that, he walked out of the kitchen leaving his ancestor staring after him in shock and wonder.

When Harry left the kitchen, he went upstairs and headed to the master bedroom. He stripped out of his clothes and headed to the shower. He pulled the hair band out of his hair, and stepped in. He turned the setting to hot and closed as the water cascaded down around him. Grabbing the body wash, he lathered his wash cloth and bathed his skin. As he washed, his thoughts drifted off to his plans. He knew without a doubt that if Voldemort asked he would join him; but it would not be as one of his followers as he would refuse to take the Dark Mark. He would be Voldemort's equal or he would go against him.

He wasn't stupid enough to believe he could fully take him on, as Voldemort had decades of knowledge on him. But Harry's magic was stronger in a sense because it bends to his will. Whatever he wanted to happen, his magic made it so.

It would be tiresome to wage a war with Voldemort, which is why he hoped the man would be open to the idea of an equal partnership and if not that, then at least allow him the discretion of not bearing his mark.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and he rinsed his hair and his body. When he was done, he stepped out of the shower, grabbing the bath towel and wrapped it around his waist before heading back to the bedroom. He threw the towel over one of the chairs and waved a hand over his body, drying it immediately. He transfigured some of the towels into a pair of jeans, boxers and a t-shirt. He put them on and looked into the mirror. He noticed that his hair was still slightly wet, making his hair curl and he decided to leave it like that.

When he was done, he went back downstairs and walked into the foyer.

"Minky, Tanna," he called.

"Yes Master Harry?" Both elves popped in front of him.

"I have to go back to my relatives' house," Harry said. "But I will be back and possibly with some others."

"We's be waiting Master Harry," Minky nodded.

"Alright," Harry nodded. "Hedwig?"

The bird flashed into the room, coming to land on Harry's shoulder. After he had left the kitchen, she had decided to fly around the property.

"We're going back for a while girl," Harry told his phoenix. "But don't worry, we'll be back."

She trilled a few times, making the elves' eyes widen as they felt they contentment pouring out.

"Alright," Harry nodded. "Let's go." The two disappeared in a flash.

~…~

Back at Privet Drive, Harry flashed into his bedroom. When the light cleared, Hedwig flew to her perch and Harry sat down on his bed. He pulled his notebook towards him and turned to a clean page. He summoned Neville's letter to him and re-read it. When he was done, he grabbed a pen and wrote a reply to him.

Hey Nev,

Sorry it took me so long to write back. It's been kind of a busy few days for me. Of course I trust you Nev, and I know I'll never regret it. You're the only one in our dorm I trust. You've proven over the years just what a trustworthy person you are, and in all honesty, in some ways, I felt closer to you than I did to Ron; which turned out to be a good thing in the end. And don't worry about your grandmother and why she looks at you the way she does; I'm sure you'll figure it out and I'll help you.

I know all that; I never blamed myself for it…well, I take that back. A part of it is my fault, but I'm not going to let it overwhelm me. Sirius wouldn't want me to. Seems we're both going to be doing some changes this year with regards to those two. I'm glad you've decided to drop them. I don't think we've ever really needed them or had them in the first place.

I know you'll stand by my side Nev; I trust you. And I will explain everything to you…I won't leave you in the dark. I've had that happen to me to me too often, so I won't do it with you. You shouldn't. I've seen how you've been treated over the years and you're right, you definitely shouldn't stand for anymore crap. I think Hogwarts should meet a new and improved Neville Longbottom…one that's not afraid to speak his mind or stand up for himself and not just for others. Ginny is no friend to anyone unless it can help her. She only became friends with me because I'm the supposed "Chosen" one and what happened in second year only helped that. I've always seen her as more. I know Luna will be a great friend and I'm glad I saw beneath her "Looney" persona.

Ha ha ha. Hedwig's appearance can be explained and since you want to meet the new Harry Potter, then this works out perfectly. Is there any possible way you can leave your grandmother's place without her being suspicious? Like, would she give you trouble if you told her you wanted to spend the summer at a friend's place? I have some things I want to do this summer and I want to include both you and Luna.

Let me know Nev.

Your true friend,

H.J.P.

When Harry was finished, he folded the letter and placed it on the bedside table. He turned back to the notebook and turned it to a clean page.

Hi Luna,

I'm sorry I haven't written to you before, but I'm willing to make up for it. I've been talking to Nev and some decisions were made and we'd like to include you in on them. Will your dad let you spend the summer at someone else's place? I'll be doing some things over the summer that will change this school year and I'd like you to be involved.

Both Nev and I have decided to stop being who we are now and to show Hogwarts the new us; and I know you would or should too. I know, Nev too, that you're not Looney like you wanted others to believe and in all honesty, I would like to know why you have a "Looney" persona anyways. I do think it's time that people got to know the real you.

Let me know what your dad says, and if you're surprised by the Phoenix, but knowing you, I'm sure you won't be, I'll explain everything to you when we meet.

Send a reply with the phoenix and depending what your answer is, I'll see you in a day or two.

Your friend,

Harry J. Potter

When he was done, he grabbed the one for Neville and turned to Hedwig.

"Hey girl," he cooed to her. "Sorry to do this, but are up for something traveling?"

Hedwig flew from her perch to land in front of him and trilled softly, reassuring him that she didn't mind.

"Can you take these notes to Neville and Luna?" he asked. He showed which was for whom and tied them to her leg.

Hedwig trilled once more, moving closer to butt her head against his hand before she disappeared in a flash of fire.

After she left, Harry moved to lie down on his back; within seconds, he was asleep. Hedwig flashed back minutes later and when she saw him, she trilled softly, her love and contentment pouring over him, making him relax even more before she flew to her perch to settle down for the night.

~..~

The next day, Harry woke early. He went straight to the shower and had just entered his bedroom when Hedwig flashed into his room, but she wasn't alone; she had Snape and Draco with her, who was staring at Harry in shock.

"Morning Severus, Draco," Harry nodded as he walked over to his dresser. With his back to them, they couldn't see the smirk on his face as he felt Draco's stare bore into him.

"Harry," Snape nodded as he moved to sit in the chair. He looked over at his godson and smirked in amusement as he saw the look on his face.

Draco for his part was oblivious to the look from his godfather, as he was still staring at Harry in shock. His eyes roamed Harry's body taking in the muscles, his hair and his overall presence. His eyes fell to his ass and a blush crept over his cheeks as he hurriedly brought his eyes back up. 'That's Potter? When did he get that body? And that hair? When did Potter get so bloody hot?'

Harry turned around and Draco damn near drooled when he saw his chest. Again, his eyes roamed his body, coming to a stop on his groin. He saw the slight bulge and his eyes widened in lust, awe and appreciation. 'Bloody hell! He's not even aroused and it's that size. I wonder how big it can go….' He bit his lip to hold in his whimper at the thought. His eyes moved back up and locked onto Harry's. He saw the amusement in them and he cursed himself silently for getting caught. He quickly schooled his features into indifference and placed a sneer on his face.

"So tell me Potter," Draco said as he moved to sit on the bed. "What's with your change in appearance?"

"Like what you see?" Harry teased.

"You wish," Draco sneered. He swallowed forcefully when Harry waved his hand and transfigured his towel into a pair of jeans. His eyes dropped and he held back a moan as he saw how the jeans outlined Harry's cock.

"Draco," Snape's voice broke through his musings. "If you could desist in salivating over Harry's appearance, it would be much appreciated."

"I was not drooling over him!" Draco scoffed. "As if." He turned his head away as he tried to remove the image of Harry in jeans out of his head. He knew that he liked guys, he knew since third year when he was kissed by Henri Laurent; he had been in France for Christmas break when they had met. His father was an acquaintance of Michel Laurent, Henri's father. When the families had met up, Henri had confessed to him that he liked him…despite being three years older. They had a relationship up until fourth year, when Draco broke it off. But somehow, seeing Harry shirtless and in those jeans, was more intense than the entire relationship with Henri.

"So what brings you here Sev?" Harry asked. Draco's head swerved back around to look at him so fast, that Harry was surprised he hadn't got whiplash.

"Since when do you call him Sev?" Draco demanded. He was still a little put out that he was caught lusting after Harry. "And since when is he Harry? And why are we even here?"

"I was wondering when that question would leave your mind," Snape said. "And Draco, I may be your godfather, but I am still your superior and you will desist in "demanding" anything of me. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," Draco crossed his arms across his chest.

"Very good," Snape nodded. "Now, to answer your question, we are here to speak with Harry regarding a certain mission."

"Mission?" Harry questioned at the same time Draco's eyes went wide.

"Uncle Sev," Draco gestured frantically with his arms, leaving the two staring at him in amusement. "What are you doing? We can't tell him."

"I'm guessing from the way Drake's acting," Harry smiled and Draco's rambling stopped as he sucked in a breath. "It has to do with Voldemort."

"You'd be correct," Snape said. "Now, if only you had shown such intelligence in school."

"Bite me," Harry chuckled.

"I believe you are talking to the wrong person in this room," Snape's lips twitched.

"What are you two on about?" Draco snapped. "And don't call me "Drake"!"

"I think we should get on with things," Harry said. "What does Voldemort want?"

"He wants you to consider joining his side," Snape said.

"Wait," Draco turned wide eyes between Harry and Snape. "He is the mission? He's the potential ally?"

"Yes." Snape and Harry replied.

"I'll do it on one condition," Harry continued.

"And what, pray tell, is that?" Snape raised an eyebrow.

"I refuse to wear his mark," Harry said. "It'll be as his equal."

Snape was quiet as he thought over Harry's words while Draco was still watching the two in confusion.

"Very well then," Snape said. "I shall inform the Dark Lord of your answer."

"Alright," Harry said before he turned his gaze to Draco. His eyes drifted over the blond and noted, with approval, that he was wearing black slacks that hugged his ass and a black shirt that had some room for him to move in. Draco had taken off his cloak and thrown it on the end of the bed. Harry smiled to himself as he saw that Draco was trying to avoid looking at him.

Snape, seeing the interaction between the two, held back a smirk. He could see how flustered his godson was becoming and saw the glee on Harry's face at the fact.

"Harry," his voice drew both boys' eyes to him. "Your…family…"

"Not here," Harry smirked. "They're on vacation, visiting Vernon's sister until the end of July."

"Then I shall observe the dwelling now that it's free of their presence," Snape said before he got up to walk to the door.

"Wait!" Draco flew from the bed to hold Snape's arm.

"What is it Draco?" Snape asked as he turned around, effectively removing Draco's hand. "Surely you are not afraid of being in the presence of Mr. Potter on your lonesome?"

"Of course not," Draco denied. "It's only Potter."

"Well then," Snape said before he walked out the door.

Draco cursed softly as he stared at the closed door. Seconds later, he stiffened as he felt Harry body stand behind him.

"What's the matter Draco?" Harry leaned forward to whisper in his ear, causing a shiver to go through Draco's body.

"N-nothing," Draco swallowed.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked as he stepped closer, melding his body to Draco's, pressing his groin against Draco´s backside.

"Yes," Draco couldn't hold in the whimper as he felt Harry's cock against his ass.

"Hmmm," Harry said as he leaned his head down to kiss Draco's neck; Draco immediately tilted his head to give him better access. Harry's arms went around his waist before moving down to palm Draco's cock through his pants. "This doesn't feel like nothing."

"Fuck!" Draco said as his head fell back to rest on Harry's shoulder.

"I want you Draco," Harry whispered and Draco turned his head to look at him. "And I mean to have you."

With that, he turned Draco around and captured his lips in a kiss. He swiped his tongue across Draco's lips and couldn't help but to groan when his tongue gained entrance. He tightened his hold on Draco's waist and pulled him close, relishing the moan that came from Draco as their groins touched. He broke the kiss and trailed a path down his neck, sucking and nipping on the skin as he went.

When Harry had kissed him, Draco's mind went straight into a pleasurable fog; he couldn't think of anything beyond the feel of Harry's lips on his. He had felt Harry's tongue on his lips and he couldn't help but to immediately open his mouth to give him entrance. Feeling Harry's tongue in his mouth and playing with his was pure heaven for him. When he was pulled closer, their cocks touching, he couldn't stop the moan even if he wanted to. He whimpered as Harry's lips left his, but moaned as he felt them trail down his neck. After a few seconds, he grabbed Harry's head, bringing his lips back to him.

When Draco pulled him back in for a kiss, Harry walked them backwards until Draco's back hit the door. His hands moved down to cup his ass, drawing a groan from him, and he lifted him up, allowing Draco to wrap his legs around his waist. The movement brought their cocks even closer together and both moaned at the feeling. Harry pulled away to look in his eyes.

"Do you know how much I want to fuck you right now?" he panted. "Merlin, I want to sink into that tight ass of yours…watch as your ass swallows my cock inch by inch."

"Harry." Draco whimpered at the image his words created.

"I bet the heat will be incredible," Harry moaned; his words were making him painfully hard and he was restraining himself from stripping the both of them and taking Draco right there against the door. "You'd like it, wouldn't you? The feel of my cock in your ass…(moans)…I can feel you pushing back against me, taking me deeper…fuck Draco…you're so hot…so tight…"

Draco's head fell back against the door as he listened to Harry's words. Without him realizing it, he had started grinding against Harry and the stimulation was making his cock even harder.

"Tell me you want that," Harry whispered as he leaned forward. He increased the grinding. "Tell me…I want to suck your cock Drake…I want to feel it in my mouth…I can taste you already…"

"Fuck." Draco whimpered before he leaned forward and seized Harry's lips in rough, demanding kiss. His grindings became even harder and he could feel his balls tightening up. He wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and pressed himself closer, moving his body off the door to mould them chest to chest. Harry's hands gripped his ass tighter.

"I…(pants)…I w—

"I hope that both of you are quite decent as I have no interest in seeing more than I ought to." Snape's silky drawl broke through their haze of passion and Draco tore his lips from Harry's.

"Let me go," Draco said as he tried to scramble out of his arms.

Harry reluctantly moved his hands, allowing Draco to slide down his body. They both groaned when they felt each other's obvious arousal. They heard the doorknob rattle, and Draco practically flew across the room just as the door swung open.

Snape walked in and Harry looked at him before walking over to lean against his dresser; as he walked, he used his magic to hide his erection.

"Hmmm," Snape looked between the two. "If you two are quite finished…"

"Let's go," Draco moved to stand next to his godfather without looking at Harry.

"For now we are," Harry nodded.

"Nothing is ever going to happen," Draco said. He had gotten his body under control, but not without difficulty. Even now, it took all he had not to go across the room to finish what they started. "That was a fluke Potter and it is something that will never happen again either."

Harry didn't say anything; he smirked, and Draco suppressed a shiver when he saw it.

"Hedwig." Harry called out and his girl flashed into the room. She had left the moment she felt what her human was up to.

Hedwig trilled as she flew to Harry's shoulder.

"Hedwig?" Draco looked at the phoenix in shock. "Your owl?"

"Yes," Harry nodded.

"But she's a phoenix," Draco pointed out.

"Brilliant observation," Snape mocked. "Now, if we may; Hedwig, we're ready to go now."

She trilled a few times, rubbing her head against Harry's before flying over to land on Snape's shoulder.

"Hello girl," Snape's voice went slightly softer as he addressed Hedwig.

"She's beautiful," Draco's voice held awe as he raised his hand to pet her. Hedwig ducked her head to give him better access.

"She's not the only one," Harry said, causing Draco's head to snap towards him. A flush crawled across his cheeks and he straightened up.

"I shall relay your message and get back to you," Snape told Harry.

"Alright," Harry nodded. "I'll see you…both of you."

Draco sneered while Snape nodded as the three of the disappeared in a flash.

Harry stayed leaning against his dresser as his mind ran over what happened between him and Draco.

"This will be interesting." He laughed.

~..~

Before he knew it, it was the day of the will reading. Harry had gotten replies from both Neville and Luna the day before, each confirming that they would be able to spend the summer with him. The will reading was at one, like last time and it was now eleven.

Harry had spent the morning out in his garden, before going on a run. He came back ten minutes ago and headed straight to the shower. Five minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He got quickly dressed before heading down to the kitchen to make something to eat.

Ever since his family had left, his summer had gone better than ever. He didn't have to hide and it was peaceful enough for him…not that he was planning on staying there. As he made breakfast, his thoughts drifted to the will reading later on and wondered on how the others were going to react. He knew that all involved would receive notices, so the others would be surprised to see Snape and Draco there…he couldn't wait.

He finished making breakfast and sat down at the table to eat; Hedwig flashed in and landed next to his plate.

"You were just waiting for me to finish, weren't you?" he teased her. She trilled a few times and he laughed.

The two took their time eating and by the time they were done, they saw that it was after twelve. He wanted to be there before the others, so he cleaned away his dishes while Hedwig flew to his shoulder.

"Alright girl," he said. "Let's go."

~…~

Harry and Hedwig appeared in the office room that he was in last time. Ragnok was sitting behind the desk and he looked up when the two appeared.

"Greetings Lord Potter-Black," the goblin spoke as he moved to his feet.

"Greetings," Harry replied. "And it's just Harry. None of that "Lord" stuff."

"As you wish," Ragnok nodded. "Everyone will more than likely arrive early. Would you like to be disillusioned or would you rather they see you?"

"I think I'd like to be disillusioned until after the reading," Harry said. "That way, no one will have to fake their reactions if they believe I'm not here."

"Excellent idea," Ragnok gave another one of his toothy smiles. He was just about to say something when a signal went off, alerting Ragnok to the arrival of the others. "They are here."

"Let's do this," Harry said. He moved to the corner behind Ragnok's desk where he could see everyone clearly. He leaned against the wall and before Ragnok could disillusion him, his magic reacted and he faded from view.

Ragnok moved back to his desk and sat down just as Griphook opened the door and walked in with Dumbledore, Molly, Arthur, Ginny, Ron and Hermione in tow. When Ragnok saw Ginny, he held back his scowl, but had another chair for her. They took their seats, but looked shocked to see the remaining eight seats. Before they could comment, the door opened once more and Tonks and her mother Andromeda strolled in. Just after they had taken their seats, the door opened again and this time, Remus, Fred and George walked in.

When Remus walked in, his wolf started reacting; his cub was near. Without letting anyone know, he scanned the room, but couldn't see Harry anywhere. He did it once more; letting his senses help, he picked up on Harry's scent. He looked directly into the corner where Harry was and his gaze narrowed. He walked over to the chairs, fixing them in a way so that they were closer to Harry.

"Fred, George," Molly faced her sons with a slight scowl on her face. "What are you two doing here?"

"Got a missive, didn't we Forge," George said.

"That's right Gred," Fred agreed as he shared a smirk with his twin.

"Why the bloody hell would they get a missive?" Ron looked at his brothers.

"Now, now ickle Ronniekins…" Fred started.

"…that is none of…." George continued.

"…your business," Fred finished.

The two smirked as they took their seats next to Remus; the three seats just happened to be away from the others. Just as they sat down, the door opened once more and Draco, Narcissa and Severus walked in.

"What the hell?!" Ron moved to his feet. "Malfoy, what the hell are you doing here?"

"It is obvious that the limited time you have been away from the school for the summer has dimmed what miniscule intelligence you had even further Mr. Weasley," Snape's icy drawl made Draco snicker and Ron to glare at them even harder.

"Severus," Dumbledore turned to look at his teacher; the twinkle in his eyes was not present. "Why are you here? I wasn't aware that you and Sirius were under good terms."

"I assure you Headmaster," Snape turned to him. "It is as much of a shock to me as it is you and it is in my belief that the answer will be given by the mutt himself."

"Perhaps we should get started," Ragnok said.

"But what about Harry?" Remus spoke, not missing the narrowed and calculating gaze of Snape or the blush the stole Draco's cheek for a split second. After he had sat down, he had felt a hand on his shoulder for a split second and he knew it was Harry. What had him puzzled was the reason why Harry was disillusioned.

"Mr. Potter will not be here," Dumbledore spoke up. "But he wrote me a letter asking me to go in his place."

Remus held back his growl as he felt the hand grab his shoulder once more in a tight grip. With its cub near, the wolf was on high alert and he could smell the deception coming off Albus. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Snape turn a hard look towards the man and Draco's eyes had narrowed.

"Let's begin shall we?" Ragnok said. He brought the orb out on his desk and placed it in front of him. "This is the reading of the last will and testament of Sirius Orion Black."

I, Sirius Orion Black, being of sound mind and gorgeous body (shut up Moony) herby bequeath (do I really have to say that word?) my possessions to the following people:

To my best friend and pack-mate Remus J. Lupin, I leave you with 1,000,000 galleons with the instructions to buy yourself some new wardrobe. And sorry Remy, but you can't give it back.

Remus shook his head with a chuckle as he felt his throat clog with tears; it had finally sunk in that his best friend was gone. He felt on the hand on his shoulder squeeze him.

To Nymphadora Tonks, I leave you with 10,000 galleons. The only reason for that is because you're family. Blacks may have their disagreements, but the ones that were close, looked out for each other. You chose your job over me. You not only suspected, but you know that I was innocent and as an Auror, it was your job to tell your boss. Amelia would've at least demanded they look into what really happened.

Tonks scowled as she sat in the chair. She had hoped she would get more as that was what she was told. She studiously ignored the looks her mother sent her.

To Andromeda Tonks, I reinstate you to the Black Family line; just because I am disappointed in your daughter doesn't mean anything when it comes to you. I also leave you with 100,000 galleons.

Andromeda or Andy as she preferred, gave a sad smile at his words. She loved her cousin, despite everything that had happened and she was angry that his life had been cut short before he could gain his innocence. She turned a disapproving look to her daughter, vowing to talk to her when they got home.

To Draco Malfoy, I leave you with 50,000 galleons. I know your secret Draco and it may shock you but I am glad and I wish you well. I've heard of how you've acted and I have to say, it does me proud to see that you truly are a Black. Masks are something I'm familiar with.

Draco, along with Ron, Hermione and Ginny, were shocked, though Draco didn't show it. Draco couldn't believe that his cousin had actually left him anything. He was also shocked because Sirius knew what his secret was…something only one other person knew. He felt something let go inside if him at the approval in Sirius' words. In the back, Fred and George shared a grin.

To Narcissa Malfoy, I leave you with a Knut. We may have been close as kids, but that changed. I've heard things Cissy and I'm disappointed to note that you turned out just like my mother, your Aunt Walburga.

Narcissa held back the scowl that threatened to break free; she was a Malfoy after all and Malfoys do not show emotions in public.

To Arthur and Molly Weasley, I leave 1,000 galleons. Molly, you may be a mother, but Harry is not your son. Moreover, while I do appreciate you taking him in, it doesn't give you the right to try and control his life. You were a guest in my home and I wasn't supposed to put up with you demeaning my every action concerning him. You are not his mother and you are not his guardian. Nevertheless, it doesn't surprise me knowing what I do now.

"How dare he!" Molly surged to her feet.

"Molly," Albus spoke. "I'm sure there's a misunderstanding somewhere. Ragnok, are you sure this is Sirius' will?"

"Yes," Ragnok said. "Now, if you could kindly be quiet until I finish or I shall ask you all to leave."

Molly was furious, as was Arthur, but they said nothing.

To Ron Weasley, I leave you with this advice; grow up. You're nothing more than a jealous arse. You hate Harry for the fame that he has and seem to want everything to be handed to you. For someone who is supposed to be Harry's friend, I don't know how you couldn't tell that Harry would trade everything in to have what you have…a family. All you care about is the Boy-Who-Lived and nothing about Harry.

Ron, like his mother, moved to his feet ready to let out a retort. His mother saw the goblin guards stepped forward and she pulled her son back to his seat.

"Not now Ron," Molly reprimanded. "When it's over we'll have our say."

Harry snickered to himself; Draco as well as Snape, was trying to hold back their laughter…the twins didn't have that composure as they laughed outright.

To Hermione Granger, when I first met you, I was intrigued and happy that my godson had someone like you in his corner, but now…if circumstances were different, I would've left you the entire Black Library, but as it is, things change as do people. The only difference between you and Peter is your gender and blood status.

Hermione's eyes narrowed into slits as she crossed her arms across her chest. The Black Library was huge and she could've really used it. Her gaze slid to Dumbledore's and became harsher. She bristled at Sirius' comparison to Pettigrew, but as she didn't fancy being escorted out, she said nothing.

To Albus Dumbledore, I leave you with nothing. I won't have to explain as I'm sure you know why.

It was Albus' turn to narrow his eyes in anger. He wanted to speak up, but one look at Ragnok's face told him otherwise. 'That's not the will that was supposed to be read! How the hell did Black manage to get a new one?'

To the Weasley twins Fred and George, I leave with you the trunk in my vault. It's filled with all the pranks the Marauders did and ones that we thought of. Moony can help you guys with it. I also leave you both with 100,000 galleons each. You guys have been a better friend to Harry far more than the other two.

The twins held onto to each other as they heard what Sirius had left to them; not only was he leaving them money, he was also leaving them his trunk filled with pranks and prank knowledge. Happy grins stole across their faces, but they lost it instantly when they heard the end.

"We would give it all back…"

"…if it meant he was still alive…"

"…because that would make Harry happy."

Ragnok looked at them with approval, and unbeknownst to everyone else, so did Harry.

"Are you bloody well kidding me?" Ron couldn't hold his tongue. "I'm his freaking best friend. Why do I get nothing and you get something? And I can't believe you'd give back 200, 000 galleons!"

"Careful Ron," the twins turned as one to glare at him. "You might be blood, but we owe a lot to Harry. And when it comes down to it, he's a right better bloke than you are." The hard and hateful expression on their faces shocked the room as they had never seen them as anything but playful.

"I'm your brother," Ron said. "Are you saying you'd choose him over me?"

"Yes." The two didn't even hesitate in their answer.

"Why?" Arthur asked his sons.

"With the way you lot are…" Fred spoke.

"…Harry needs someone in his corner," George finished.

"Shall we continue?" Ragnok cut off whatever it was Molly was going to say.

To Severus Snape, the first thing I leave to you is this: my deepest apologies. James and I were absolutely horrible to you in school and I know that just saying sorry will not erase everything, but I hoped it would be a start. I also want to thank you. Despite everything, you've still looked out for Harry and I will be forever grateful to you for that. I leave you with 200,000 galleons; it might seem much to you, but to me, it's nothing when compared to keeping Harry safe. There's also something you should know, but Harry has to be the one to tell you.

It was only through all his years as a spy that Snape was able to prevent his body and facial features from expressing the shock that he was experiencing. The apology that he didn't even realize he was still looking for, was finally given to him and a weight was released from his soul. In that moment, without him realizing it, Severus granted Sirius the forgiveness that Sirius himself hadn't thought he deserved.

And lastly, to my godson Harry James Potter, I leave you with the rest of the Black fortune. I also declare you legally emancipated and my heir. You haven't been a child in a long time Harry, and with everything that has happened, it's time you took control of your life.

Remus, despite Harry's emancipation, I name you his legal guardian in the Wizarding World. Only you and Harry can touch his vaults and money. Anyone else will need to not only provide identification, but they have to have authorization from either one of you. Don't worry; the goblins have a way of knowing if the authorization is authentic or faked. Take care of our cub Moony and please, I truly don't want either of you to feel guilty over my death and I don't want you to blame yourselves either. If you do, I swear I will create enough of a ruckus in the afterlife just to come back and haunt both of your asses…understand?

Finally, Grimmauld Place is no longer in use by the Order of the Phoenix. Draco, it's yours to do whatever you want with. And Severus, the money? Use it to buy a better shampoo and some clothes…ha ha ha ha ha ha.

I know a lot of you are angry about what you have received, but, well, I'm dead, so there's nothing you can do and everything is already done and cannot be changed…well, they can only be changed by the heir. Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Toodles.

Sirius Orion Black

Lord of the House of Black

Marauder

Godfather to an Amazing Young Man

Best Friend to Amazing Man

The moment Ragnok was done chaos broke out in the room.

"Quiet!" everyone went silent at the noise from the goblin.

"Ragnok I must ask once more if you are sure that you read the correct will," Albus spoke up.

"Yes, I am," Ragnok said.

"But that is not the will I witnessed Sirius making," Albus stated. "He had made a will about a week and a half before he died."

"Well," Ragnok said. "This will was made just days before his death, so it is more effective than the one you are talking about."

"What about the engagement?" Ginny spoke up for the first time.

"What engagement?" Remus growled out. The twins had taken a stance next to him and were looking at their sister in shock and anger. Draco's eyes narrowed in anger as he listened.

"The engagement that was to take place between Ms. Weasley and Mr. Potter," Albus smirked.

"Was that made around the time of the first will?" Ragnok asked.

"Yes."

"Then I'm sorry to say that it has no bearing," Ragnok smiled, which scared most of the occupants in the room. "Because the previous Lord Black made his will after this marriage stipulation, it cancelled it out. Add in the emancipation and heir clause, the now Lord Black has no need with pre-organized marriage contracts. He is free to marry whomever he chose."

Draco fought his blush at that statement.

"What?!" Ginny moved to her feet. "You can't do that!"

"I assure it can and has been done," Ragnok said. "Now, that is all the matter that needs to be discussed today, I suggest you leave."

He motioned to the guards and they came forward. As they were leaving, Ragnok stopped them.

"Would Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Remus Lupin, Fred and George Weasley remain behind?"

"Why?" Ron asked. "Why do they have to stay and we have to leave? Is it more money?"

Ragnok said nothing; he gestured to the guards to remove the rest while the five remained behind.

"Is there something wrong?" Fred asked.

"No." It was not Ragnok that spoke. They looked up and saw Harry standing there with a phoenix on his shoulder; Remus, though the only one that wasn't shocked to see Harry, was shocked to see the phoenix.

"Harry!" Fred and George rushed forward to grab him in a hug. Hedwig, seeing them approach, flew to land on Draco's shoulder, whose hand automatically went up to rub her breast.

"Hey guys," Harry laughed. "Could you let me go?"

"Sorry." Both boys smiled as they pulled back.

"Now…"

"…what's going on…"

"…with you?"

"Hold on a minute," Harry said. "Hedwig? Can you go get them please?"

Hedwig trilled before disappearing in a flash of fire.

"Hedwig?" Remus, Fred and George all spoke at once.

"Not yet," Harry smiled. His gaze drifted to Snape, who gave a smirk before schooling his expression, and then stopped on Draco. The blond shifted closer to his godfather and turned his gaze away from Harry's.

Hedwig flashed back into the room and she had two people with her: Neville and Luna.

"Hi guys," Harry smiled over at them.

"Harry," Luna smiled and moved to hug him. "Hedwig looks beautiful as always."

"I knew you'd figure it out," Harry told her as he pulled back from the hug. "Before anyone says anything, we should go. I'll take Luna, Nev, Fred and Remus with me and Hed can take Sev, Draco and George."

"Sounds like a plan," Remus said.

"Ragnok," Harry turned to the goblin. "I will talk with you later."

"Alright Lord Potter," Ragnok nodded.

"May your vaults overflow with gold," Harry said which shocked the others.

"And may your life be fulfilling," Ragnok replied and it shocked the rest even more.

"Let's go." Harry said to the others and they disappeared.

~…~

The group reappeared outside the gates to the Manor. Remus looked around with wide eyes; he hadn't been there since Lily and James were still alive.

"What are we doing here?" George asked.

"Don't tell me you own that godforsaken shack?" Draco snorted.

"Hang on," Harry said. He pressed his finger into the lion's mouth and the others stood still at the manor that appeared. "That is what I own."

He chuckled at the looks on their faces and smiled when he saw the tears in Remus' eyes. "Come on."

He led them up to the door and like the last time, he pricked his finger to allow the drop of blood; instead of opening the door like it did before, he cast a spell and turned to each of them.

"Prick your finger on the lion's teeth and let your blood drop into its mouth," He told them.

Trusting him, they did as they were told. The doors opened and they stepped inside. When they got inside, he cast another spell, the one the Minky and Tanna had told him to.

"What just happened Harry?" Neville asked.

"We were keyed into the wards," Remus answered.

"Why?" Draco asked.

"I suppose we allow Harry to explain to us exactly what is going on and why he brought us here," Snape's drawl cut across any more questions the others might've had.

"Just follow me and I'll explain everything," Harry said as he led them to the living room. They all found seats before they turned to Harry.

"Now cub," Remus said, "Explain everything."

A/N: and that’s the chapter. Thanks to all the reviewers…I’m glad you guys liked the last chapter. Please, read and review and let me know what you think of this one.

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