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Previously

There in the doorway stood a tall, thin man with waist-length silver hair and beard.

Half-moon spectacles were perched on his crooked nose, and he was wearing a long black traveling cloak and a pointed hat. Vernon Dursley whose mustache was quite as bushy as Dumbledore's, though black, and who was wearing a lurid dressing gown, was staring at the visitor as though he could not believe his tiny eyes.

Chapter 10

The Last Testament of Sirius Orion Black

Eyes twinkling merrily, Dumbledore glanced at the apish man in front of him who was sputtering like a gold fish. 'Interesting' he mused inwardly, he had never met the before but he had met Petunia when she was eleven years old. Poor girl had been distraught as to why she had not received her letter when her younger sister; Lily Evans had gotten a letter informing her she was a witch. She quickly wrote a letter demanding as to why she did not receive one too and attached it to the owl that had delivered Lily's Hogwarts letter. Dumbledore then had the unpleasant task of consoling and explaining to the girl how people were born with the gift of magic and so on.

Cutting himself from his internal musing, he focused on the current task. "Ah, you must be Vernon Dursley . My name is Albus Dumbledore, if you do not mind I have come for your nephew. Am sure he must have informed you that I would be coming. I have need for him but I will bring him back as soon as possible."

Vernon sputtered and stared at the insane man in front of him who had the audacity to come looking like the freak he was. He was sorely tempted to slam the door on his face but the power rolling of this freak made him stop. He grunted his reluctant approval, before turning back and yelled. "BOY! Some freak is here to see you."

Dumbledore frowned inwardly as he sucked his lemon drop, he had hoped the Dursley's would get used to the magic concept and its world alas their hatred seemed to be far deeper than he had imagined. Ah well there was nothing he could about it, after all he should be thanking the Dursley's for the way they raised Harry. Harry was totally under his control, mainly due to years of planning ever since he heard the prophecy. He as the leader of the light had sacrificed people all in the name of the greater good and the final showdown was almost thither. Maybe when this war was over, he might do something for the sacrificed people.

A bespectacled teen appeared cutting Dumbledore from his pondering. "Can I help you with something Headmaster? Or have you come to put up more wards to restrict me to my room?" Harry asked bitingly acting like the angry kid Dumbledore would expect.

Dumbledore peered at the angry teen through his half-moon glasses and was surprised to see that the-boy-who-lived had hit a growth spurt. He currently equaled Neville Longbottom in height but he was still on the skinny side not as much as last summer. Another different thing he noticed was the change in his power levels, which seemed to be much higher than before. Smiling benignly at him, "Alas my boy am not here to do that, am afraid I need your assistance in a matter of utmost importance."

Leading Harry away from number four Privet Drive, Dumbledore motioned Harry to walk besides him. "Well, Harry," said Dumbledore, turning toward him, "a difficulty has arisen which I hope you will be able to solve for us. By us, I mean the Order of the Phoenix. There is something that we need to retrieve and we are going to make use of your unique talent to get it."

"What unique talent is that…you mean my parseltongue ability?" Harry guessed as he tried to keep up with the headmaster's long strides.

A flicker of surprise passed on Dumbledore's face before it was quickly covered up "Right you are my boy; we are retrieving an artifact that belongs to Voldemort. I believe we can use a snake to retrieve it by having you commanding it."

Silence followed as he let Harry digest that information. "I must also tell you that Sirius's will was discovered sometime back and that he left you everything he owned."

Harry did not look at him, nor could he think of anything to say except, "Oh. Right." "This is, in the main, fairly straightforward," Dumbledore went on. "You add a reasonable amount of gold to your account at Gringotts, and you inherit all of Sirius's personal possessions. The slightly problematic part of the legacy is that goblins require you presence so that they can execute the will."

Dumbledore said as he looked at the sun. "Of course we will be heading to Gringotts as soon as we have retrieved the artifact. I see you brought your Invisibility Cloak; good you might need it later on."

Dumbledore, however, seemed completely relaxed. "Keep your wand at the ready, Harry," he said brightly.

"But I thought I'm not allowed to use magic outside school, sir?"

"If there is an attack," said Dumbledore, "I give you permission to use any counterjinx or curse that might occur to you. However, I do not think you need worry about being attacked tonight."

"Why not, sir?"

"You are with me," said Dumbledore simply. "This will do,

Harry."

He came to an abrupt halt at the end of Privet Drive.

"You have not, of course, passed your Apparition Test," he said.

"No," said Harry. "I thought you had to be seventeen?"

"You do," said Dumbledore. "So you will need to hold on to my arm very tightly.

Harry gripped Dumbledore's proffered forearm.

"Very good," said Dumbledore. "Well, here we go."

Harry felt Dumbledore's arm twist away from him and redoubled his grip; the next thing he knew, everything went black. He felt the familiar sensation of being pressed very hard from all directions; as though he was being forced through a very tight rubber tube. He gulped great lungful of cold air and opened his eyes. It was a few seconds before he realized that Privet Drive had vanished.

"Are you all right?" asked Dumbledore, looking down at him solicitously. "The sensation does take some getting used to."

"I'm fine," said Harry, rubbing his ears, in a show to convince the Headmaster that this was his first time he had apparated.

He and Dumbledore were now standing in what appeared to be a country lane bordered by high, tangled hedgerows, beneath a summer sky as bright and blue as a forget me-not.

The path was crooked, rocky and potholed, sloping downhill and it seemed to be heading for a patch of dark trees below him. Scanning the area carefully Dumbledore, drew his wand out and flicked over himself and Harry.

"Muggle repelling charms." He answered the unasked question. "Stick close to me Harry I do not want you to trip over any wards or traps."

Making his way towards near the old trees ahead of him that cast deep, dark, cool shadows, it only took him a nano-second to discern the building half-hidden amongst the tangle of trunks.

Lighting his wand he raised it above and made his way towards the Gaunts house, casting a detection charm and a Homenum revelio (human revealing charm). Satisfied with the results, he made his way forward with Harry close to his side. Flicking his wand casually the door opened by itself and all the cobwebs, layers of dust and the pungent smell in the house disappeared immediately.

Moving towards the room that where the Horcrux was located, he flicked his wand at the door, stepped inside, and quickly disabled the traps he had reactivated when he left earlier. Motioning at Harry to come at his side, "It would be best you ready yourself Harry, while I conjure a snake. I want you to instruct the snake to fetch an item; I suspect that it's a ring, which is hidden under this loose board."

Harry nodded shakily as he readied himself. A second later, a tiny white-albino-like snake appeared from the tip of Dumbledore's wand. He quickly managed to garner the serpents' attention and instructed the serpent to fetch the ring under the loose board with the promise to feed it some mice.

Dumbledore cast a wandless diagnostic spell on the protected ring, so that he could monitor in case the snake triggered any wards. Both Headmaster and his student watched motionlessly as the tiny snake disappeared under the loose board. A minute later, it appeared and dropped the ring near Harry's foot. A wandless finite was cast to dispel the little snake.

A quick glance at the diagnostic spell showed that all wards were intact none were tripped. Releasing the breath, he had been holding without realizing, he bent forward to pick up the ring so that he could inspect it. He easily recognized it as one of the objects of the Deathly Hallows, which fueled his desire to inspect the ring. Before he could touch it, Harry stopped him, "Err… professor don't you think you should check first to see the ring if it's cursed?"

Dumbledore stopped midway at Harry's suggestion while to some it may seem a bit silly and naïve; to him it was not. Clearing his mind of everything, he focused back on the ring and could clearly feel the compelling charm, wanting to make him pick up the ring. Strengthening his occlumency shields, he flicked his wand at the ring and watched as it glowed black and sickly yellow color. He paled ever so slightly as he read the results before him; it seemed Voldemort had taken another precaution in case someone managed to bypass the wards. The ring was cursed with dark magic and compelling charm.

The ring itself was one of the Deathly Hallows, with his strong desire to find them; the compelling charm had nearly worked. Had he wore the ring the curse would have spread on his arm and if not stopped it would have continued to other parts. He quickly made his decision, while the first thing he would have called for Severus to seek his advice on how to remove the curse from the ring without destroying it due to his expertise in dark arts. Nevertheless, he decided to ask Alastor's opinion, the man had more experience on his belt on the dark arts than Severus had. He levitated the ring wandlessly before banishing it to his office.

Putting his hand on Harry's shoulder, he gently guided him away from the house, "Let's get you to Gringotts Harry."

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"So Daphne when do you think will get our owl results?"Tracey questioned her friend as she flipped a page from the wizard magazine.

A quick side glance at her friend she couldn't help but smiled fondly at her. "Within this week I suppose, come let's go get our school uniforms from Madam Malkin's. The earlier the better, we don't want to be late like the Weasley's, I've heard that every year they do their shopping at the last day of the holiday."

"Yeah, don't forget your boyfriend does his shopping with them every year." Tracey remarked dryly, as she wiggled her eyebrows at Daphne. The girl in question blushed but did not complain at the insinuation of being told the-boy-who-lived was her boyfriend. "So why don't you invite you boyfriend to diagon alley?"

"As much as I'd love to do that I can't, his currently undergoing training." Daphne replied as she checked herself in the mirror.

"So it's true then, I mean all these rumors on the Daily Prophet that he's the Chosen One? I suppose Dumbledore is training him. I hope that he puts that Malfoy prick in his place next year."

"So you ready to go I think that's mum calling us, come on lets go." Daphne motioned her friend towards the door.

Ophelia Greengrass (Daphne's Mom) glanced at the two teenage girls making their way downstairs. "Ah here are my two beautiful girls, you ready to go to diagon alley?"She Said and both girls nodded. "Okay you two step in to the fireplace and floo to Leaky Cauldron, Astoria and I will join you shortly."

As soon as Daphne and Tracey were gone, Ophelia and Astoria quickly followed them. Stepping out of the fireplace in Leaky Cauldron, she managed to hold her youngest daughter before she stumbled on to the floor. Spotting Daphne and Tracey, she signaled for them to follow her towards the backyard, taking out her wand, she tapped the third brick from the left above the trash bin, and stood back as the archway into Diagon Alley opened in the wall.

"We need to go to Gringotts; I have to make a withdrawal for the shopping and your pocket money. No Tracey you cannot refuse this you are practically my daughter in all but blood." she said and the girl blushed while her best friend beamed at her in happiness.

The group of four made their way to Gringotts, ignoring the goblin-guarding outside they stepped inside the bank. The group of four lined up at the counter with the shortest line and waited for their turn.

While waiting the whole group felt a shift in power as they sensed powerful presence enter the bank. They all turned as one towards where the presence was felt, to Ophelia and Tracey's surprise while to Daphne and Astoria's delight it was none other than the-boy-who-lived, The Gryffindor Golden Boy, the Chosen one; Harry Potter with his mentor, none other than Albus Dumbledore!

Grimmauld Place

Ron was sweating profusely as he tried to duck the oncoming curse; instead, he ended up tripping over Neville and Hermione. The green looking curse was closing on him and time seemed to slow down for him as he started seeing his whole life flash in front of him. He winced slightly as the curse hit him squarely on the chest leaving a green paint mark on him.

"Weasley you are out, the rest of you back to your positions." Kingsley barked. The black auror had decided to train the Junior Order Members physically on dodging curses before moving to shield charms and so on. He had conjured train dummies with a little help of animation charms; he programmed them to fire paint balls with specific colors, that is; red represented Stupefy, green represented the killing curse while yellow represented the Cruciatus curse and so on and forth. This simulation training quickly showed how lacking Junior Order Members were in the physical department.

The Junior Order Members had quickly protested when he had told them what they were going to do for training. He had shot them down quickly before promising them to teach them an advanced shield charm tomorrow. Sighing inwardly, he watched as Neville stumbled and reached for the nearest person to support him; in that case, it was Hannah Abbot, causing both of them to fall down and be struck with red and green paint ball respectively. "Longbottom and Abbot you are both out."

Scratching his chin Kingsley looked at the remaining Junior Order Members who were still trying to survive against the dummies onslaught. For the umpteenth time Kingsley wondered why he had volunteered to train these so called Junior Order Members, he'd better off be guarding in Azkaban than be here. He was sorely tempted to summon a bottle of fire-whiskey but he restrained himself as he imagined what Molly would do to him if she found out that he was drinking in front of her 'babies'. "Lovegood you are out, (after she was hit by a yellow paint ball) what do you think this is? You can't daydream while you are in the middle of a duel." This girl was as weird as her father was. Looks like the muggles were right when they said 'An apple doesn't fall far from its tree', or something like that.

A vibration from his wand cut Kingsley from his musings, a silent 'Tempus'showed that his time was up. A quick bang with his wand he had the Junior Order Members attention. "That's it for today; you have half an hour break before you start Transfiguration training with Remus." With that, he left the room with his cloak billowing like Snape's.

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Lord Voldemort stepped outside the cave where it had served as his ritual chamber, his skin was as pale as always but if one were to look at it closely they could see it had scales similar to reptiles (Snakes). His crimson eyes had slits just like snakes. His magical reserves had decreased slightly at the expense of these rituals but the benefits outweighed the disadvantages and any doubts he had before about the ritual were gone.

Taking a deep breath, he surveyed the blackened entrance to the cave that and it did not look like floras would grow there any time soon. A wandless overpowered reductoflew towards the cave entrance causing a small explosion, where once there was a cave remained nothing but dust and rubble. Soon the wizarding world would know true fear, as soon as he dealt with meddling old fool Albus Dumbledore and his golden boy-toy Harry blasted Potter.

Red-slit-eyes surveyed the small village that was beneath him; perhaps it was time to see how strong those rituals had made him. A chilling laughter left his scaly pale lips as he made his way towards the village. The villagers as if sensing a sinister presence started to gather themselves and head to their homes.

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"Come Harry right this way my boy, I believe I have something of yours." Dumbledore smiled benignly as he reached in to his cloak and removed a letter addressed to Harry and handed it to him. "If am not mistaken this letter is from Gringotts to inform you, about Sirius will. I thought it would be better to give this to you in person."

Harry tore the letter open and perused through it quickly. The letter simply stated that they needed his presence to execute Sirius's will. Stuffing the letter in his pocket, he looked at Dumbledore who was smiling benignly with a knowing look on his face. A prickling on the back of his neck was enough to inform him of the stares he was getting from a group in a particular queue. The group composed of two teenage girls one with brown hair while the other had dark hair, one young girl aged between twelve and thirteen, and an older woman who could be their sister or even their mother. For some reason the teenage girl with dark hair looked familiar to him but he could not fathom why. Squinting slightly he noticed dark haired girl looked similar as the one from the pictures sent by Daphne. Could she be…?

"Ah right this way Harry my boy we have an appointment to keep after all." Dumbledore said as he placed his hand on Harry's shoulder and started to guide gently.

A small cough caught the attention of the headmaster and his student. Both Headmaster and his student turned as one towards the source of the sound. As senile, as he might seem at times but that did not mean Dumbledore was stupid, he had known all along what Voldemort had been planning. He had let the Daily Prophet slander both his name and Harry's knowing that Voldemort would be forced to show himself when he failed to retrieve the prophecy. All had gone to plan, they were hailed as heroes, and everyone once again looked up to him for advice. The attention they had garnered in Diagon Alley was enough to remind him that it was all worth it. It seemed another family wanted to apologize for their treatment last summer, oh well. Eyes twinkling merrily, he eyed the dark haired woman before him and instantly recognized her as Ophelia Greengrass, a former student of his. "Ophelia Greengrass, my dear girl; it's been a long time I presume everything is fine?"

"Am fine Headmaster Dumbledore, who is this strapping young man with you?" was the smooth reply from the dark haired woman.

"My dear Ophelia this is Harry Potter, I am sure you know about him after all and these two must be your daughters." Dumbledore answered as he looked at Daphne and Astoria before noticing Tracey who was standing behind the Greengrass family. "Miss Davis; am afraid we really must be moving we have an appointment to keep."

Harry fidgeted slightly as he was stared by the woman who happened to be Daphne's mother. If he did not know any better, he could say that she was appraising him. Scratching the back of his head nervously, throwing a glance at the three girls behind the older woman. He quickly recognized Daphne because she had given him her picture. She really was more beautiful in person and her picture really hid her beauty. A flicker on Daphne's right revealed a mini-Daphne, who was definitely her, little sister.

Giving her a two-finger greeting, he was pleasantly surprised to see her blush while she continued to check him out. For once Harry was glad that he had hit a growth spurt this summer and hopefully won't be shortest boy in his year anymore.

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to allow Harry to shop for his school things with my girls Headmaster?"

Stroking his beard lightly he threw a glance at Harry and was pleasantly surprised to see him in a staring contest or so with the older Greengrass girl. Hmm perhaps he could use this to his advantage."Am afraid I can't promise you that Ophelia, if time allows I will allow Harry to do his shopping with you but someone will be guarding him. Once he is done with his shopping, he is to be taken home." Dumbledore stated his conditions sagely and was pleasantly surprised to see her agree. A quick wave with his elder-wand an immense silvery phoenix erupted from it and streaked off to inform Alastor that he was to watch Harry Potter while he was on Diagon Alley. "Come Harry we must not keep a goblin waiting."

"Just in time you are Headmaster Dumbledore and that must be Harry Potter eh? No matter we shall prove this shortly." The goblin bared his teeth as he let the Headmaster and student in to his office. "My name is crudefoot, I need young Potter to drop three blood-drops on this parchment." A rather worn out parchment and a shiny silver dagger were handed to him. Dumbledore nodded encouragingly as the-boy-who-lived glanced at him questioningly.

Harry pricked his forefinger and held back a wince. Three drops of blood later and his identification was confirmed. "Well let's get on with the will reading, this will was created on June 13th 1994, with a Mr. Remus Lupin as his witness. Gringotts informed the Late Mr. Black that he was the Heir of the ancient house of Black following the death of his mother, shortly after escaping from Azkaban. You can read the will itself Mr. Potter as the late Mr. Black kept this simple as possible for your sake, here you go." Crudefoot handed the will to the-boy-who-lived.

Harry skimmed through the will carefully and reread it twice, what it entailed was that he was to be the heir of the House of Black upon his (Sirius's) death. This was possible without usage of blood adoption because his grandmother had been a Black. He now owned monetary and land assets of the Black including Grimmauld 13 and to prove that he was indeed the heir of Black family he was to summon Kreacher should he appear he was the heir and if not (well you get the idea). Looking up from the testament, he saw Dumbledore smiling at him benignly and encouraged him to continue reading it. Reading it, further he found that Sirius wanted him to be emancipated when he reached his sixteenth birthday using the last of ancient line clause.

"Emancipated, Sir?"

"Yes indeed Harry that means you will be an adult in the wizarding world, you will be allowed all privileges adults have, from gaining apparition license, to be able to use magic without any repercussions." Dumbledore explained.

"Fortunately for you Mr. Potter, we have already filled a report at the ministry as such after you sixteenth birthday you will be legally an adult." Crudefoot spoke out while Dumbledore frowned at that statement. Crudefoot continued ignoring the disapproval on Dumbledore's face at emancipating his golden boy-toy. "All we need you to do is call out the house-elf, Kreacher and give him an order.

"Kreacher" Harry called out firmly.

There was a loud crack, and a house-elf appeared, with a snout for a nose, giant bat's ears, and enormous bloodshot eyes, crouching on the Gringotts shag carpet and covered in grimy rags.

"Kreacher won't, Kreacher won't, Kreacher won't!" croaked the house-elf, quite as loudly as possible, stamping his long, gnarled feet and pulling his ears. "Kreacher belongs to Miss Bellatrix, oh yes, Kreacher belongs to the Blacks, Kreacher wants his new mistress, Kreacher won't go to the Potter brat, Kreacher won't, won't, won't —"

"As you can see, Harry," said Dumbledore loudly, over Kreacher's continued croaks of "won't, won't, won't," "Kreacher is showing a certain reluctance to pass into your ownership."

"I don't care," said Harry again, looking with disgust at the writhing, stamping house-elf. "I don't want him."

"Won't, won't, won't, won't —"

"You would prefer him to pass into the ownership of Bellatrix Lestrange? Bearing in mind that he has lived at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix for the past year?"

"Won't, won't, won't, won't —"

Harry stared at Dumbledore. He knew that Kreacher could not be permitted to go and live with Bellatrix Lestrange, but the idea of owning him, of having responsibility for the creature that had betrayed Sirius, was repugnant.

"Give him an order," said Dumbledore. "If he has passed into your ownership, he will have to obey. If not, then we shall have to think of some other means of keeping him from his rightful mistress."

"Won't, won't, won't, WON'T!"

Kreacher's voice had risen to a scream. Harry could think of nothing to say, except, "Kreacher, shut up!"

It looked for a moment as though Kreacher was going to choke. He grabbed his throat, his mouth still working furiously, his eyes bulging. After a few seconds of frantic gulping, he threw himself face forward onto the carpet (Crudefoot glared at the pathetic creature in disgust) and beat the floor with his hands and feet, giving himself over to a violent, but entirely silent, tantrum.

"Well, that simplifies matters," said Crudefoot snidely as he glared at the ragged house elf chocking himself. "It seems that knew what he was doing. You are the rightful Heir of Black family owner of number twelve, Grimmauld Place and of Kreacher."

"Do I — do I have to keep him with me?" Harry asked, aghast, as Kreacher thrashed around at his feet.

"Not if you don't want to," said Dumbledore. "If I might make a suggestion, you could send him to Hogwarts to work in the kitchen there. In that way, the other house-elves could keep an eye on him."

"Yeah," said Harry in relief, "yeah, I'll do that. Er — Kreacher — I want you to go to Hogwarts and work in the kitchens there with the other house-elves." Kreacher, who was now lying flat on his back with his arms and legs in the air, gave Harry one upside-down look of deepest loathing and, with another loud crack, vanished.

"Good," said Dumbledore. "There is also the matter of the hippogriff, Buckbeak. Hagrid has been looking after him since Sirius died, but Buckbeak is yours now, so if you would prefer to make different arrangements —"

"No," said Harry at once, "he can stay with Hagrid. I think Buckbeak would prefer that."

"Hagrid will be delighted," said Dumbledore, smiling. "He was thrilled to see Buckbeak again. Incidentally, we have decided, in the interests of Buckbeak's safety, to rechristen him 'Witherwings' for the time being, though I doubt that the Ministry would ever guess he is the hippogriff they once sentenced to death."

"All that remains before we conclude this meeting is to sign the emancipation papers so that they can also be sent to the ministry." Said Crudefoot as he removed a bunch of papers from his drawer and indicated for Harry where to sign. As before Harry read and reread the whole document carefully before signing it after ensuring that it was as expected. Crudefoot nodded his head in approval, the boy wasn't naïve or stupid as he expected, this was shown from reading both the will and emancipation papers carefully before giving his consent… perhaps…

"Excellent Mr. Potter, once you have reached sixteen years of age you will have to wear the Potter ring from your family vault, to signify your emancipation. Seeing the boy look startled at the information of him having a family vault, he frowned and peered at Dumbledore showing his disapproval.

Dumbledore stood up from his seat completely unfazed at the disapproval shown by Crudefoot towards him. "Thank you for the wonderful service Crudefoot, am afraid we have to get going."

As Harry followed Dumbledore, he was halted when Crudefoot spoke out, "It would be wise of you Mr. Potter to learn your family's history. When you are sixteen you will gain access to your family vault, am sure there they will be books about your family's history. Try not to stay ignorant this time, Mr. Potter." Harry nodded his acceptance before leaving the office.

Harry followed Dumbledore as they walked out of Gringotts, "Professor where are we going?" His question went unanswered as they stopped in front Florean Fortescue's ice cream shop where the Greengrass family and their best friend were.

Stopping at their table, Dumbledore turned towards Harry his eyes twinkling merrily as he spoke. "Harry I am sure you want to spend some time with your friends, this is a good time as any. Well before I go Alastor Moody will be watching over you, (as he indicated over the darkened corner of the shop where he was) when you are done with your shopping he will take you home. Here is your OWL results letter and this should cover your shopping expenses (as he handed him a pouch full of coins) consider it an early birthday present from your Headmaster."

"Thank you Sir." Harry stammered as Dumbledore's smile and his twinkling eyes blinded him.

"Not a problem at all my, boy, it's always nice to have friends outside your usual circle."

With that he was gone leaving Harry under the watchful gaze of Mad-eye and the Greengrass family. As if remembering where he was and with whom he was. He slowly turned around and was met with the dark haired beauty, Ophelia Greengrass.

"Hello Harry Potter, at last we meet I've heard so much about you from my daughter. Come why don't you join us." Ophelia smiled as she gently guided the now frozen Harry towards their table. This was going to be so much fun getting to know the-boy-who-lived and teasing her daughter. Perhaps an alliance with the Potter family would not be so bad.

AN:

Dumbledore allowed Harry to be with the Greengrass because he has his own reasons that will be revealed in the next chapter and yes Harry will still have to go to the invitation given to him from Daphne's parents.

Yes, Harry will be emancipated when he reaches his sixteenth birthday (31st July).

Sirius wrote his will after the end of Prisoner of Azkaban.

Sorry for the long wait, I had writers block but well am back now, consider this your Christmas present. Read and Review. Some parts were from J. 's HP 6.