Disclaimer: These people don't belong to me...wish they did, but I can't write as well with them as Joanne K. Rowling does.

A Picture's Worth 229 Words

Harry walked up to his Gringotts vault before his sixth year, ready to get out more gold in order to buy quills, parchment, and other supplies. The goblin in front of him, ironically named Grot, turned the key in the door before opening it and standing aside. Harry ventured in, walking around the large piles of knuts and sickles.

Harry reached a pile of galleons, and looking at it, noticed something in the corner of the room: a small wooden box with a snitch engraved on the top.

Harry leaned forward to pick up the object, and, upon further inspection, saw POTTER etched into the wood. Looking left and right, like it were a great secret to have the box, Harry opened it slowly, and saw a picture of a young man, woman, and baby. Beside them was a somewhat ill-looking man in tattered robes, and a tall, reckless looking man. His parents, himself, and Remus and Sirius...

Just behind Sirius, looking as though he didn't belong, was Peter Pettigrew.

Harry stared at the picture. His mother had a mane of dark red hair, her green eyes making her look enchanting. Her dark red robes only enhanced the feeling. His father looked like Harry, except for the longer nose and the hazel eyes. And, of course, James Potter didn't have a scar.

Harry closed the box and put it in his bag, along with a handful of gold, silver, and bronze. Then, returning outside, he told Grot to lock the vault again.

In the Leaky Cauldron, Harry met up with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. They were sitting at a round wooden table, talking about Transfiguration.

"Ron, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times! You can NOT transfigure yourself into an inanimate object!"

"But 'Ermione, we can transfigure woodpeckers into door knockers and back!"

"Yes, well if I turned you into a door knocker, would you be able to turn yourself back? Without a brain to turn yourself back with?"

"No, but that's what you're for, Hermione. You can transfigure me back!"

"Ha! Like she'd ever do that," Ginny said teasingly.

"Shut it, you," Ron said. Then, catching sight of Harry, said, "Harry would change me back!"

"Er--Ron, the moment I change you back, I'd probably make you shorter than me just for the fun of it..."

"Good point. Anyway, I was just wondering."

"You'd make a nice door knocker though," Harry said, grinning.

Ron gave Harry a light punch on the arm. But all of a sudden, Ron took notice of the bulge in Harry's bag.

"Looks like someone's gotten a bit extra gold out of his vault."

"Naw, it's just a box I found in there...had POTTER on it and everything."

"Well, let's have a look, then, shall we?"

Harry took it out, placed it on the table, and opened it. Taking out the top picture. But underneath that were even more wizarding photographs.

The four looked through every picture, but Harry was most intrigued by the one that had been on top. It was the most recent picture of the Potters that Harry had, being taken when he was a baby.

Ron leaned over, saw the photograph Harry was staring at, and said, "Hey, is that Lupin?" pointing to the wizard in tattered robes.

"Yeah. Looks young, doesn't he?" Harry whispered.

"No kidding. And is that Sirius? And your mum and dad? And Wormtail? And...woah Harry, it's you!"

Harry ignored the last comment, thinking it better not to talk about his baby pictures.

"Wow, Harry...your mother looked a lot like..." Hermione was saying, lowering her voice.

Harry looked at his mother. He wondered who she reminded him of, and then something slid into place. His mother looked, apart from the eyes, stunningly like Ginny.

Harry looked at the picture. Harry's father, so like Harry, was standing right next to his mother, so like Ginny. Harry looked up at Ginny to see that she was blushing furiously.

"Wow, it's like we're your parents and we just...switched eye colors, Harry," she said.

"Ahh, yes..." Ron said, imitating Trelawny's misty voice, "A week before the beginning of September, The Boy Who Lived and the runty Weasley will find their fate in a picture of the past..."

Everyone laughed. Harry put the picture back in the box with the Snitch engraved on top. Putting it back in his bag, he grinned at Ginny and went to the bar for a butterbeer.