Harry sat in a Gringotts office with a goblin who was well versed in legal matters. Just last night he had arrived at the Leaky Cauldron after having run from his relatives' house, and since then had done a little bit of thinking. Alright, a lot of thinking, and now he had just finished explaining his thoughts to the goblin legal expert.

"Voldemort at eleven, basilisk at twelve, nigh murderously negligent relations," the goblin grumbled as he sought for a fresh quill in the bowels of his desk drawer, having snapped the last one between his clawed fingers. "Manipulative old men who don't understand common sense or the value of life, crazed murderers on the loose, ministry idiots, dementors to be on school grounds," he continued darkly.

Finally finding a fresh quill, the goblin fixed his beady gaze on the boy.

"Am I entitled to create a will before reaching my majority?" Harry asked politely.

"You are," the goblin answered. "And given your circumstances, Mr Potter, I would say that it is highly advisable. With Sirius Black on the loose and rumoured to be out for your head specifically, to say nothing of the life-threatening situations that crop up around you, whether by design or unfortunate circumstances, yes. I am inclined to strongly recommend you compile a will. For it to be full and comprehensive, I also recommend that we go over the total of your assets. It wouldn't do for something important to be squabbled over simply because it was forgotten in your will after all."

Harry nodded his understanding. "That sounds perfectly sensible," he agreed.

The boy had no idea how life-changing simply going to Gringotts that day to write out his will would turn out to be. Not just his life, either...

~The End~