37Disclaimer: Not now, not then, not ever have I owned anything to do with btvs or hp
Warnings:
Is a H/HG fic
Harry and Hermione, more than likely, will be ooc
Has Dark!Harry Powerfull!Harry Vampire!Harry and Ron and Dumbles Bashing with Manipulative!Dumbles
Has sexually innuendos in later chapters, maybe some references as well
Will have language...sometimes very bad language as well as underage drinking and smoking
Contains minor spoilers for Hp and major spoilers for Btvs Season 5
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
Letters
Incantations and spells
Parselmouth
Chapter 1: Letters
It seemed to be just like any other day in the life of Harry Potter. Any other day in recent history, at least. Just last month, his godfather and last person he called family had been killed. Harry, needless to say, blamed himself for it. In his mind, if he had not gone and been tricked by Voldemort, he would not have gone to the Ministry of Magic. If that had not have happened then...maybe...Sirius would still be with Harry.
A tapping on the window broke Harry out of his self-loathing pit of despair as he looked up to see his most trusted friend. Hedwig, his familiar, stood at the window with three letters.
The first Harry noted was from Dumbledore. The second, Gringotts. And the third was from his friends. Looking at the letters Harry mentally sorted them in order of importance. It was for this reason he picked up the Gringotts letter first.
Dear Mr H. Potter,
We, at Gringotts, have recently been informed of the Death of one Lord Sirius Orion Black.
We would like to send our condolences.
We also must inform you that Lord Black's will reading will be taking place at eight o'clock tomorrow evening. Do not worry if you cannot make it there in time as this letter will act as portkey. If you are unable to make it to the will reading then we must regrettable inform you that your inheritance will be lost unless you give a reasonable excuse for your absence. This excuse must be given by writing it down on a piece of paper or parchment. Once the excuse is written down place your wand upon it and state the words, 'Gringotts, London Branch'. This is a form of Goblin Magik and as such the ministry will not register it.
Once again, we wish you condolences for your loss,
Ragnok
Manager of Gringotts, London Branch.
Harry was very surprised to read this but placed the letter in his pocket, knowing full well that he had nothing else to do, there was never much to do when confined to his room (it was either sleep, lie on his bed, sit on the floor, lie on the floor, or stand).
Picking up the next letter, the one from Dumbledore, Harry opened it and began reading:
Harry, my boy.
As I'm sure you already know Sirius' will reading is coming up. I have one thing to say on the matter. Do not go. There is a very high possibility that this is a ploy by Voldemort to lure you out.
Dumbledore
'That bastard,' Thought Harry. How could Dumbledore do this, deny him the chance to go to the will reading of his own godfather. Angered, Harry tore into the final envelope and was surprised to see to other envelopes fall out. One from Ron, one from Hermione. Looking at them he opened Ron's first since his letters where always short.
Oi, Harry,
Cheer up mate. You know Sirius' death wasn't your fault. Listen, Hermione said we should send separate letters, just letting you know if you can't find the other.
Ron
Harry blinked. After a second, anger flowed into his eyes. 'How could he be so insensitive?' Harry had to focus to calm himself. Ron was always like this.
Quickly, before he could do anything he may later regret, he opened the last letter from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
How have you been? Well I hope.
First I want to say stop beating yourself up. His death was not, you hear me NOT, your fault. Harry, Please, I know you tend to blame yourself, but don't. It was not your fault. It was Voldemort's fault for luring you there. It was Dumbledore's fault for not doing anything, also there is something I need to say about that but I need to tell you in person. It was Bellatrix's fault for casting the spell. What I'm trying to say is this; everyone has a share of the blame.
As I'm sure you know Sirius' will reading is tomorrow. If I'm right in my theory, Dumbledore will try and stop you from going. If he has, send me a message that says so, if not then don't. Either way if he has then don't listen, I need to tell you something after. Immediately after!
Also, vampire attacks have increased so I put on a cross, one should also be attached to the back of this letter. Stay alert; remember what Moody says 'Constant Vigilance'.
Please reply soon and have a good summer, even if it is with the Dursleys.
Hermione
Harry Smiled and checked the back and, lo and behold, there was a small silver cross on a chain on the back of the letter, attached with sellotape. It was plain, but Harry smiled taking off the cross he put on the necklace. The thin, delicate chain felt comfortable around his neck.
Smiling slightly, Harry climbed into his small, single bed.
At five minutes to eight the next day Harry had everything he needed. This consisted of: his wand, his new cross, and the Gringotts letter.
At 20:00 exactly the portkey activated and Harry felt the now familiar tug behind his belly button sending him spiralling to Gringotts.
Upon arrival, Harry noticed he was in a room that he had not seen before. It was large...height wise at least. Looking up Harry couldn't even see the roof, yet the room was about two to three metres in width. Bright light surrounded him, eliminating any shadows.
"Mister Potter, how good of you to come," came a voice behind him. Spinning on the spot Harry got a glimpse of a strangely familiar figure.
"Are you Griphook?" wondered Harry out loud. The goblin looked completely shocked. "Sorry if I offended you."
"Mister Potter, Not at all. It is not often a witch or wizard recognises a goblin. Especially one they met only once, and several years prior at that." Griphook Stated. "Come, you have a will reading to attend do you not."
The room Harry was lead to was very much like the room he was in previously, however, this one also had the illusion on the floor, this made Harry feel like he was almost floating.
Waiting in the room was: Mr, Mrs, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny Weasley; Remus Lupin; Nymphadora 'Say-My-First-Name-And-Get-A-Spork-Magicked-Into-Your-Eye' Tonks; Hermione Granger; Draco, and Narcissa Malfoy.
"Thank you, Griphook," came a voice from the very front. Harry saw a goblin he had not seen yet, however, he found this unsurprising, as he had only met a few. "We have only to wait for one last guest, so until they arrive please feel free to talk amongst yourselves. However, please remember that if you should start a confrontation, you will be escorted out and you will be counted as absent without excuse."
At this Harry took the empty seat next to Hermione.
"He did," Harry muttered under his breath, so only Hermione could hear.
"What!" exclaimed Hermione, though it must have sounded more like a question as Harry replied with,
"Dumbledore tried to stop me."
"I know" she said in a hurried whisper, "I was worried about this." She paused to think for a second, "Meet me in the alley next to Gringotts, after the will reading. There is something I have to tell you. Do Not Bring Ron!" She said the last part in a whisper but made it sound like a shout to Harry.
Just as Harry was about to respond, the doors opened again. This time, Griphook was leading in Albus Dumbledore.
"Okay," said the goblin at the front. "Now that we are all here we can begin with the will reading. First however I must tell you that, in order to stop interruptions, a spell will be placed on you so you cannot get distracted, or speak. This way we can save any objections till the end."
The goblin then lifted his hand and said Consentrad. As soon as the goblin said this Harry found himself unable to speak, as well as, oddly attentive. The goblin then picked up a piece of paper and said, "this is the last will and testament of Lord Sirius Orion Black, as presided over by myself, Wolfgand, and witnessed by Griphook." The goblin then cleared his throat and started reading;
"I, Sirius Orion Black, Head of the Noble and Most Ancient House Of Black, declare this to be my last will and testament, and that I am of both sound mind and body.
Now that all the legal stuff is out of the way I would just like to say to whatever killed me, up yours. I'm sure no one here actually caused my death so...on to the inheritance.
First, to the Weasleys, I leave 100,000 Galleons to Fred and George Weasley, each. This is to be paid into your private accounts each month for 1 year. This means after the year you will each have 1,200,000 Galleons, this money is to go toward WWW.
To Molly and Arthur Weasley, I leave you with...4 million galleons, to be paid into your account.
To Ginny, I leave you 10,000 Galleons and some advise, if his heart truly belongs it will come willingly. Only you should know what this means.
To Ron Weasley, I leave you 20,000 Galleons on the stipulation that you prove yourself a true friend. Not to me, not to Harry, not to anyone but to magic. If you can do this then the money will go to your account, if not, then not only will you lose the money but I swear I will personally haunt you along with James. We may only be half the Marauders but we are still the best.
To Remus Lupin I leave a non-refundable 10 million galleons that cannot be given away. Buy yourself something to wear that suits you, I'm paying.
To my wonderful cousin...person, Nymphadora Tonks, I leave you 500,000 Galleons and this; ha ha you can't hit me, Nymphy Nym.
To my cousin Draco Malfoy I leave...1 very shiny Knut in a polished mahogany box. May you spend it wisely.
To my cousin Narcissa Black, I never considered you a Malfoy in life so I'm not going to start now just 'cause I'm dead, I leave 2 things. 1) Permanent divorce papers, and 2) The Black Family Manor. You cannot have one without the other. The papers will cut all ties you have with the Malfoys, and then you get the Manor.
To Hermione Jean Granger, I leave you with the very portable version over the Black family library, all you need do is want to go, open any door and it shall be in that room. Handy isn't it.
To Professor Albus Dumbledore, I leave 10 million Galleons on one condition; it can ONLY be used to fund the Bird Watching Society. In that I mean for the activities it should be doing, not side projects.
And finally, to my Godson, Harry James Potter, I leave adoption papers that give you everything else. This means you will be Head of the family, own number 12, and have all other positions. I also leave you this advice. Stay with Hermione she is smart and has already proven herself a true friend. Also, there is a stipulation for this inheritance. Reinstate the Tonks' back to the family.
Now that that's all out of the way I have one final thing to say...this is mainly for Harry but the rest of you should pay attention as well. 'Light does not always mean good, Dark does not always mean evil, Grey does not always mean neutral.'
So with that all said and done...be seeing ya'"
Everyone was relieved when the spell was broken; this meant it took a second before outbursts broke out.
"How can Potter be the next Head? He's not even pure-blood!" was the loudest though this complaint was drowned out by a glare.
"Do not embarrass your family Draco," stated Narcissa. "A Head of Family does not need to be pure-blood just a member of family. Am I not right?" She said the last point directing it at Wolfgand.
"You are correct Mrs. Malfoy."
Harry was still stunned he didn't realise that almost everyone else had collected their inheritances, until Hermione poked him in the ribs.
"Harry we have to get your inheritances, and get out of here quick if you don't want Dumbledore to see you." She said in a whisper. "I'll meet you in the alley." With that said she slipped out of the room.
It took three minutes in all to sort out the adoption papers then the inheritance papers, however, while they were being done, Harry noticed that Narcissa Malfoy had gone through with the divorce and was now Narcissa Black.
When Harry left to talk to Hermione he was now Lord Harry James Potter-Black, Head of the Houses of Potter and Black, forever cementing the two houses together.
Turning down the alley Harry looked around and saw on the floor a broken wand. Despite his better judgement, instincts, and his common sense, all telling him to go back, he carried on forwards.
Further in, he came across Hermione. She was lying in a pool of blood, someone, or something, was leaning over her.
Harry lifted his wand to fire a curse; however before he could he was grabbed from behind.
"You want to join your friend?" asked a soft voice from behind. Without waiting for an answer something bit down on his neck.
AN: I should warn you that not only is this my first fan fiction, but I am a complete dunce as far as writing goes. This probably has spelling and grammar mistakes throughout.
Well what did you think? All reviews are welcome. If no reviews come then I'll just carry on writing. If flames come, I'll give them a glance then...ignore them. Suggestions are welcome. Like I said at the start this is a Harry/Hermione. Don't like? Why are you reading it?