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
Dumbledore stepped into the room and asked Grewlyn to pick the people who were associated with Sirius's will. Grewlyn pointed to Remus, Harry, and Molly and Arthur Weasley. The selected people all walked upstairs into the enormous Black Family Drawing room.
"I am not one who is accustomed to greetings, so I will please ask you all to sit, so that we may begin," said Grewlyn.
Harry, The Weasleys, and Lupin all sat down in the mahogany chairs lined up in neat rows.
"Now, let's begin," said Grewlyn, "I, Sirius Charles 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 J. Lupin, my entire collection of potion ingredients, books, and half of my fortune. To my godson, Harry James Potter, I leave the other half of the 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. Finally, to Arthur and Molly Weasley, for the help you have given me in my duties as godfather to Harry, I give you a portion of my fortune, totaling 1 billion galleons. I know that you would not accept this unless I was deceased, so I have no doubts that you will use this in your lives and your children's lives effectively.
Sirius Charles Black"
The moment Grewlyn finished speaking, Harry looked around at everyone assembled there and realized that they were all staring at Grewlyn, surprised (all except Dumbledore, who kept up his blank, slightly humored expression).
"That is all. Dumbledore has informed me that you all will be visiting Diagon Alley tomorrow, so you can finish all the necessary paperwork. Now, I shall leave. Albus," said Grewlyn. Albus stood and accompanied him to the front door, where he placed a severe memory charm, erasing the fact that he knew where to find the Order of Phoenix, if he wanted to. Afterwards, they all came downstairs and ate the wonderful three-course meal Mrs. Weasley had cooked, who had insisted 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 whom 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 the traitor is. I will not tell you who I think it is, though I believe I know who it is, but until I know for sure, that information must be kept secret. 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 Offensive and Defensive 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?!
As he re-entered the kitchen, he found Hermione and Ron had just finished eating, and were exiting the kitchen. Catching their eye, Harry motioned for them to hurry up and follow him. They all went to Harry's bedroom, where Harry explained the situation to them. Hermione reacted predictably, "Harry, you should be really careful."
"Hermione, don't you think you're stating the obvious?" said Harry.
"Yes, well, a little reminder never hurt anyone," said Hermione in a mock-pained voice.
"Aw, did I make my girlfriend unhappy?" said Harry, pretending to pout.
The three of them burst out laughing. Ron's reaction was also predictable.
"Nothing you can do, mate. All you can do is listen to Dumbledore," said Ron.
The three of them talked until about midnight, when Ron insisted that he had to give Luna a kiss goodnight. Harry and Hermione knew better, however, and Harry predicted that Ron wouldn't be getting back to his room for a while. Harry and Hermione took the free time to have a small snogging session of their own, and found out, to Hermione's delight, that there were other ways of pleasuring a woman, than just shagging.
A/N: A lot shorter than the original, but it is better, I feel.
-->