Chapter 3
Hackblade was furious when he saw the state of Harry's vault. "The Weasleys are not your relatives, your guardians, or in your parents' wills! And the Headmaster, while responsible for you at school, is not in charge of your vaults!"
Harry was shocked and upset. The Weasleys were poor! Yet they'd been stealing from him? Did Ron know? Did the twins know? How could he trust them?
"I want all if it back," he insisted. "Plus interest, in the case of Dumbledore and the Dursleys." He didn't want the Weasleys to lose their house.
Hackblade frowned. "I can certainly do that for the Headmaster and the Weasleys, but the Dursleys are your current guardians, are they not?"
Harry opened his mouth, then shut it again. No one had ever believed him when he'd told them about the Dursleys. Why try again?
Hackblade's eyes widened, and he looked closer at him, as if seeing him for the first time. "They are not taking care of you properly."
His jaw dropped. "I didn't even say anything!"
"You don't have to. I recognize that expression, and you're currently wearing clothes too big for you and you have far too many scars."
"You're the only one who's noticed," Harry scowled.
"Wizards can be blind to what's in front of them," Hackblade snorted. "Write a letter to the Department of Child Protection. I suggest using a different owl. While beautiful, the Snowy Owl is a bit noticeable."
Harry nodded.
"Would you like to look at your parents' wills, and the letters?" he asked gently.
Harry nodded again.
Hackblade snapped his fingers, and a scroll and a folder appeared. "Ah, it appears Mrs. Potter found scrolls as outdated as the goblins." Harry sniggered. "I warn you, Mr. Potter, your father's will is a bit... dramatic."
I, James Fleamont Potter, totally sound of mind, write my will under my own conscience. (And my conscience's name is Lily, so calm down, Moony, I won't do anything stupid.)
In the event that Lily and I die, Harrison will be given to Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Under no circumstances will he be given to Petunia Dursley!
Unless otherwise dictated, all of my properties, money, and stuff will go to my son, Harrison James Potter. Until he's old enough to use vaults on his own, Remus Lupin will be in charge of his vaults. I trust Moony not to do something stupid with them.
I also give Harrison a letter in the very likely case that Voldikins kills us before he can grow up.
To Sirius Orion Black, I gift Potter Manor and prank memories. You better pass on the Marauder traditions to my son!
To Remus John Lupin, I gift 8,000 Galleons. Buy yourself a proper wardrobe (Sirius thought you looked hot in those dark blue swim trunks, btw). Teach my son how to not get in trouble -- and by that, I mean, how to be sneaky. (Lily wants me to tell you to also teach him responsibility. Ugh.)
To Severus Tobias Snape, I offer my sincerest apologies. I was a jerk to you in school, and you didn't deserve any of it. Please, don't let my treatment of you affect how you treat my son. Harrison is not responsible for my stupidity. I also gift you my potions stuff because potions sucks and I don't need it.
To Regulus Black, I gift this piece of advice: don't do anything stupid. I realize this is hypocritical coming from Prongs, but your brothers love you and don't want to lose you, Shadow. Take care of my prongslet, okay? (And ask Barty out, you nerd! He'll get swept up if you don't do something about it!)
To Andromeda Tonks, Harrison's godmother, I gift you 200 Galleons. In the event that Sirius and Remus can't take care of Harrison, he's going to you. I know Lily has a list of people Harrison can have as a guardian after you, so I'm gonna leave that off. (I am not lazy, Lily!)
To Peter Pettigrew, I leave nothing, because it will be your fault if we're dead! We named you the Secret Keeper, so if Voldikins shows up, you're the one who told him!
Prongs out.
Harry snorted. "Hackblade, it says here that Peter Pettigrew was the Secret Keeper, not Sirius. Why did the Ministry arrest Sirius if the will says otherwise?"
Hackblade frowned. "I don't know. I wasn't present at the will reading, although I know it..." he scowled. "Griphook is most definitely getting fired. Would you like me to send a copy to Madam Bones? She's the head Auror -- Dark wizard catcher," he added when Harry looked confused.
"Yes, thank you," Harry agreed. "That means Sirius and Remus can take me in." He gave the will to Hackblade and picked up the folder.
I, Lily Potter Nee Evans, being sound of mind, write my will under my own conscience.
When my husband and I die, our son, Harrison James Potter, will be given to Sirius Orion Black and Remus John Lupin. If they are unavailable, this is the list of people he will be given to, in order: Andromeda Tonks Nee Black, Potions Master Severus Prince, Regulus Arcturus Black, Bartimaeus Nathaniel Crouch Junior, and Agusta Longbottom. Never, under any circumstances, will my son be given to Petunia Dursley Nee Evans. The one who does raise my son, if they do not have enough money to raise him, will be given an allowance of 20 Galleons and 10 Knuts per month. This will only be for raising my son.
Unless otherwise stated, all of my properties, belongings, and currency will be bequeathed to my only son, Harrison James Potter. I have written him a letter, explaining a few things that cannot be said where anyone can see them. The password is 'Carnation'. I also gift Harrison a book about the flower language.
To Potions Master Severus Prince, I extend my forgiveness, and apologize for not forgiving you sooner. You have always been considerate of my feelings, and everyone snaps a nasty word in the heat of anger. I should have been a better friend, a better sister.
In addition to this, I gift Severus my potions journals and projects, in the hope that he can finish them. I do not like what the Wolfsbane potion does to Moony, and he and his wolf need a better cure.
To Andromeda Tonks, I give only my plea to take care of my son and memories of our friendship. I know you have no need for wealth and consider friendship more valuable than gold.
To Regulus Arcturus Black, I also give memories of our friendship, as well as 3,000 Galleons, in the event that your parents discover your secrets. (Ask Barty out. He won't say no, I promise.)
To Remus John Lupin and Sirius Orion Black, I leave my wedding gift, as I believe I will not be alive for your wedding. You will find it in the Black Lord Vault, since Sirius is Lord Black.
To Peter Pettigrew, I leave my undying wrath. Don't think I don't know your true loyalty. I know that when James and I die, it will be because of you. When we die, you will be cursed to never have a home again, to live in constant fear of death, to never again feel love.
Thus ends the will of Lily Potter Nee Evans.
D*mn, Harry thought, my mum was scary.
"You should send this one, too, in case she doesn't believe my dad," Harry said, handing Hackblade his mum's will. He noticed that there was a copy of his dad's will on the desk beside the original. "She knew Pettigrew was a Death Eater."
Hackblade glanced over the will and raised a brow. "It appears you have an heirship, Harry. You are Lord Black's godson, are you not?"
"Er, yeah?" Harry said slowly.
"Since he does not have an heir, you are the only one who can be the heir," Hackblade explained.
"Let me talk to Sirius first," Harry decided, pulling out the communication mirror. "Is that okay?"
"More than," Hackblade nodded.
"Sirius Black."
The mirror warmed up for the briefest of moments, and then Sirius appeared. "Yes? Harry? How'd it go?"
"Merlin's sake, Padfoot," Moony complained from out of sight. "Let our cub talk."
"I'm still at Gringotts, Pads," Harry explained. "Um, you're still Lord Black, right?"
Sirius grimaced. "Yeah, the idiots at the Ministry couldn't remove the title."
"They cannot remove someone's title if they are innocent, Lord Black," Hackblade said sourly, and Sirius jumped. Harry turned the mirror so Sirius could see both of them. "That should have been enough proof that you did not cause the Potters' deaths."
"S***!" Sirius swore. Remus appeared beside him, looking disheveled and groggy. They appeared to be in bed.
"Fair eve, sir goblin," Remus grumbled, nudging Sirius.
"What? Oh yeah, fair eve or whatever," Sirius said distractedly. Hackblade and Remus rolled their eyes dramatically, and Harry snickered.
"Anyway, Hackblade said because I'm your godson and you don't have any kids, I'm your only heir," Harry said, bringing Sirius' focus back to the conversation.
Sirius bit his lip. "I do want to have kids, but I also want you to be Black heir."
Remus turned red. "You-"
"Did I not tell you that?" Sirius yelped. "Merlin, I'm a bad boyfriend-"
"No, you're not, you're just forgetful and impulsive," Remus said, flustered. "I, uh, I want kids, too," he said quietly.
"I thought you were worried about kids," Sirius frowned.
"Lycanthropy isn't genetic," Remus pointed out. Hackblade raised a brow but said nothing. "I didn't know that until..."
Sirius looked pained, so Harry assumed it was about his arrest.
Hackblade cleared his throat. "This means you need to accept the Black heir ring before you leave, Harry."
Harry bit his lip. "Sirius, is my name really Harrison?"
"Yep," Sirius agreed. "I suggested Harley, but Lily-"
"-didn't want her son named after a motorcycle?" Remus drawled.
"Hey, motorcycles are cool!"
Harry grinned. "I want to be called Harrison, instead."
"Sure, pup, whatever you want," Sirius agreed. Remus nodded and flopped back down out of sight. "Call us tomorrow, I think Moony wants sleep."
"G'night, guys," Harrison told them dryly.
Remus grunted. Sirius grinned back and the mirror shut off.
Hackblade looked amused. "They are perfect caretakers for you." He snapped his fingers again, and the wills disappeared, being replaced with a small, golden box with a bear on it. "This contains the Black heir ring, although the box belongs to the Potter family."
Harry pulled the box towards him and blinked. It was a little heavier than expected.
"Hmm," Hackblade said, surprised. "You appear to have more lord- and heirships than expected." He glanced at his watch. "You can take an Inheritance Test at a later date."
Harry opened the box. He blinked.
There were no less than seven rings. Two of them were a little bigger, with the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff House symbols, with the other five were smaller with the Slytherin and Ravenclaw House Symbols and three unfamiliar symbols. One was black with what Harry recognized as the North Star -- probably the Black ring, since Sirius said all of the Blacks named their kids after constellations -- the second was black with a dark purple pentagram, and the third, also black, had an odd symbol with a triangle, circle, and line.
"Bladav," Hackblade said in shock. Harrison assumed he had just sworn in Gobbledygook. "You're descended from all the founders? And Merlin? Bladav!"
"At this point, I'm kind of used to the crap happening to me," Harrison sighed. "How do I accept the rings?"
"One at a time," Hackblade answered. "Say, 'I accept the lord ring for Gryffindor and the expectations of being lord of a House.'"
"I accept the lord ring for Gryffindor and the expectations of being lord of a House."
There was a flash of light, and the Gryffindor ring shot out of the box and slid onto his finger.
"I should find out what expectations there are to being lord of a House," Harrison realized.
"I will give you a book after this. Now for the Hufflepuff ring...."