A/N Hello all, this is my first fic that I have ever written, so please Read and Review nicely. If you must flame me, at least sign it with your name. I will not get angry at any of you, and I will not take it personally, unless you leave a flame review that is unsigned. By the way, obviously, I own none of the characters here, except for the ones I make up. I also own the plot.
Chapter 2: Newfound Knowledge
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Luna all walked upstairs into the enormous Black Family living room. Among the people present were the Weasley's, Dumbledore, Lupin, and Moody. There were a few other people whom Harry assumed to be new recruits for the Order.
"Hello, Harry," Dumbledore said, "we are reading Sirius's will right now. Please sit down, so we can begin."
Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna all sat down in the mahogany chairs lined up in neat rows.
"Now, let's begin," said Dumbledore, "I, Sirius Black, the last remaining male directly descending from the ancient sorcerer, William Alexander Black, hereby establish that the following is in accordance with my wishes, and wizarding law, and shall, therefore, not be read until such a time that my death can be verified. Firstly, I wish to leave to my last remaining friend and marauder, Remus Lupin, my entire collection of potion ingredients, and books. To my godson, Harry James Potter, I leave the entire Black Family Fortune, totaling approximately 12.7 Billion galleons, and the deeds to my family house located at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, London, and give him the entire ownership of all items located in that place of residence, not previously mentioned. To the Order of the Phoenix, I grant the permission for them to use Number 12, Grimmauld Place, London, in any way deemed reasonable by my godson, Harry James Potter. To Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I entreat you to `give Harry assistance'. I assume you know of what I speak, as it was in the letter I left for you when I escaped from Azkaban.
Sirius William Black
Sirius William Black"
The moment Dumbledore finished speaking, Harry looked around at everyone assembled there and realized that they were all staring at Dumbledore, surprised.
"Hey Ron, how come everyone's so surprised?" asked Harry.
"Because no one heard that last bit about Sirius giving Dumbledore a letter. He just stopped after he read about you getting the house and the Black Family Fortune," said Ron, with a slight hint of jealousy.
"Listen, Ron. I need to talk to you and your parents right now," said Harry in a small, hurried voice. "This has to end now and I will not sit by and let your parents suffer."
"Um, okay, Harry," said Ron. "Mum, Dad, can Harry and I talk to you for a moment outside?"
"Of course dear," said Mrs. Weasley.
As the group stepped outside, Harry noticed Hermione had a look of discontentment on her face.
"Hermione, can you come too?" said Harry.
Immediately, Hermione's face lit up with excitement.
"Sure, Harry," said Hermione.
Once outside the living room, Harry turned to face the Weasley's, Ron, and Hermione, all of whom seemed overly anxious.
"Okay, here's the deal. But before I tell you what it is, you must all swear that you will accept it, no matter what. Understood?" said Harry in a businesslike tone.
"We swear," said everyone in unison.
"Good. Okay, now listen carefully. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, this was mainly directed towards you. Tomorrow, we are going to go to Diagon Alley, to buy Hermione's and Ron's school supplies. While we are there, I will personally be depositing precisely 1 Million galleons into each of your vaults. That means that Ron and Hermione will also be getting 1 Million galleons, as well. You are such nice people and I can't stand it to see you suffer any longer. Now remember what you swore. You have to agree."
After a few moments of shocked silence, Mrs. Weasley burst into tears and hugged Harry very forcefully.
"Oh, Harry. Thank you so much. You don't know how much this means to both myself and Arthur. We owe you something…something big," said Mrs. Weasley, tears dripping slowly from her eyes. However, Harry shook his head.
"No, Mrs. Weasley. You two have done so much for me that I could not possibly ask you to do anything else. You deserve this much, at least," said Harry.
"Oh, Harry, thank you. Now we'll leave you three alone. Again, thank you Harry," said Mrs. Weasley, as Mr. Weasley and herself made their way to the kitchen, where everyone was apparently congregating for a small dinner.
As soon as the Weasley's left, Hermione threw herself onto Harry, hugging him.
"Oh Harry, what you did…it was just so good. You are a wonderful person, Harry," said Hermione as she kissed Harry lightly on the lips.
"Ugh. Get a room you two," said Ron in a mock-disgusted tone, but he was shaking with suppressed mirth.
Harry drew his wand, and tried hard not to laugh at the look of terror on Ron's face.
"Careful, Ron. This house has had a null-magic ward placed on it, so I can use magic without the Ministry finding out. Anymore wisecracks and you'll find yourself wishing you had just shut your mouth," said Harry, who just burst out laughing after finishing his empty threat.
Ron's face immediately became the color of his hair, and upon finding out Harry was just joking, he playfully threw a pillow he had taken from the living room at Harry. Harry ducked just in time, and immediately ran up to his old room he had shared with Ron the year before and snatched two larger pillows, one for Hermione, and one for himself. Then they started a huge pillow fight, which was broken up nearly thirty minutes later when Mrs. Weasley came upstairs to check what all the commotion was about.
They all came downstairs with their faces flushed, and ate the wonderful three-course meal Mrs. Weasley had cooked, insisting to Dobby that she wanted to cook alone. Dobby had succumbed to her will and had set the table. After eating Harry had just gotten up to put his plate away when Dumbledore looked at him importantly, piercing him with his twinkling eyes. His eyes then darted to the door and he left. Harry, perplexed, put his plate away and went outside to see if Dumbledore was still there, which he was. He motioned for him to follow him upstairs, after pressing his finger to his lips to silence any questions he had. Once they were upstairs, Dumbledore removed the finger from his lips, and said, "Harry, you must listen carefully, there is a traitor in the Order. I do not know who to trust. You must be very careful as to whom you tell the Order's more confidential secrets, as we do not know who the spy is, or if there is only one spy. I know for a fact that Mad Eye, Tonks, and Lupin are not the spy because I used Legilimency and found no evidence of the Imperius Curse being used. Everyone else, I have no idea. I seriously doubt that it is Ron or Hermione because they do not know of the information that was leaked. I am telling you this so that you can help me find out who it is. I will not tell you who I think it is, though I believe I know who it is, until I know for sure that it is indeed that person. In the meantime, Harry, I feel that we can start your Occlumency and Legilimency training immediately. If I feel that you have progressed enough, we will start with your Dark Arts lessons. Tonight, however, I feel that it is late, and you should get some rest, as you are apparently going to Diagon Alley tomorrow. Remember Harry, be careful what you tell others. Should you feel it necessary to tell Mr. Weasley or Miss Granger of what I have told you, feel free to do so. However, be conscious of the fact that if the spy becomes aware that they are being hunted out, it will be disastrous for the Order. Goodnight, Harry."
And with that, Dumbledore exited the room and proceeded to leave through the front door. As the door closed behind him, Harry was thinking only one thing: What the bloody hell was all that about?!
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