Harry Potter and The Secret Past

by shirruetto

He was a young spoiled boy with a very normal, perfect family. What will happen if one day in his 11th summer, two figures in cloak came and telling him that he was a wizard?

1. Chapter 1: The Bonding Curse

Chapter 1: The Bonding Curse

A man appeared on the corner, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. Beside him, a woman came out from the darkness. Her eyes narrowed at the said man.

This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." Albus Dumbledore said in amusing tone, to see the raging witch in front of him.

"Am I not supposed to be here?" she asked furiously.

"My dear Professor, I've never say that. Just curious to see you stand here, in the middle of muggle territory…"

He turned to smile at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.

"I've been here all day, watching." Said Professor McGonagall. Her eyes turned into the house in front of her. Private Drive no 4.

"All day?"

Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.

"Of course. She lost her mind, Headmaster, to let her jealousy started this war. Part of me felt responsible for her action. She's a proud of Gryffindor, for the Merlin sake!" she said impatiently.

"You can't blamed her," said Dumbledore gently, "even what she'd done is very wrong…"

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, "Wrong, Albus? It's horrible! She tore a perfect family! Not only she tainted their firstborn with curse that make her disgusting blood replace the blood of true mother the baby had, but she also kidnap and torture him."

"Minerva…" Dumbledore try to soothe her, "It's okay now. Little Harry will be okay…"

"But that evil-witch tortured him for one month! I can't stand that!"

"My dear Professor, It's okay. She'd gone now of her own mistake. What we could do now is waiting. After ten years, this Bonding Curse threw onto him will be dispelled, and when the time comes, we'll make sure to protect him from what will wait for him."

"Are you sure to let him here? In this muggle house with nothing can protect him?" Cried Professor McGonagall, pointing at number four. "Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets!"

"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His adopted parents will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."

"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous – a legend who defeated the number one Dark Witch- I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future - there will be books written about Harry - every child in our world will know his name!"

"But the curse can't be dismissed at this very moment." Said Dumbledore, "as I said to you, all we have to do now is waiting…"

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth to said, "Yes - yes, you're right, of course. But how will the boy get here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.

"A friend's bringing him."

"Which one?"

"I'm not sure who it is," said Dumbledore, "because his parents can't let the baby away from them so I insist one of their Guardians to escort him here."

"You think it - wise - to take him from the Potter's?"

"Unfortunately, yes. The curse, Minerva, it's so dark I never think any wizard ever found it. And it was so heartbroken to see the boy crying in pain when James held him. It's as if Harry couldn't recognize him anymore."

McGonagall hissed, "But you can't - what was that?"

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky – and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

The rider was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild – long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hand the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins.

Behind him, a young man in dark burgundy cloak sat silently. In his chest, he was holding a bundle of blanket so tightly.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved to the giant man. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me."

"No problems, then." He turned to the hooded young wizard beside Hagrid, "and, I think I already said one of your friends can bring him here, alone…"

Another man put out his hood, reveal a handsome yet sad face. His eyes were blue, a clear cerulean eyes like the sky, and his face is oval-shaped with pointed nose and thin lips. He was a tall man, however, he has a lithe body with feminine feature.

The man looking at the Dumbledore with hard stares, but he simply said nothing.

"Don't you trust Hagrid, do you?" Dumbledore asked, "And you need to take care of your husband. He needs you right now."

The man hissed at Dumbledore, "It's not like I'm not trusting Hagrid, but Harry is our only son and yet I can't-…" he can't finish the words, but his eyes traveled the bundle of blanket in his arm, "Harry…" he sobbed, "I'm sorry… Mommy can't protect you…"

Seeing the young man broke into tears, Professor McGonagall ran and put her arm around him to comfort the wizard. Dumbledore let them for a moment, and turned to Hagrid, "how about James?"

"Now Remus stayed with him and Peter catch a healer. He's injured badly at the attack, Sir."

"Sirius?"

"Sirius get caught, Sir. Ministry believed he was one of the Death Eaters."

"Then I'll talk to Fudge about it." Said Dumbledore.

Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.

"Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGonagall.

"Yes," murmurs the boy's mother grudgingly, "he'll have that scar forever. As if the other curses not enough for him…"

Professor McGonagall frowns at the sight of desperate parent in front on him, with hope she ask the Headmaster, "couldn't you do something about the scar, Dumbledore?"

"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well - give him here, my boy - we'd better get this over with."

Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house. Not hesitated to moving forward, when Hagrid let the brown haired man beside him buried in embrace, "I still can believe this…" he murmured faintly.

"My baby…" the man crying again, so Professor McGonagall ask Hagrid to bring him home, as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the witch. For a full minute two of them stood and looked at the little bundle when Minerva blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.

"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."

"What celebration?"Asked Professor McGonagall furiously, "I loathe every wizard who celebrates this winning. It's wrong we celebrate of bringing down the Dark Witch and Death Eaters when Potter's had to face this misfortune."

"I know, dear Minerva, but let me said this."Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street, "Fate is always unpredictable. It can cause misfortune one times, yet it bringing joy in another times. All we had to do is expect."

Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their new adopted son on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys' front door; it crept into their living room. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed.

Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets - but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother.

Another presence in the photo is the dark haired boy with the most adorable smile you've ever seen. He was chubby, but not like Dudley. He was smaller than Dudley, when they standing together behind the Cannes's shore. His face was round and his pale skin look healthy. He wore a shy yet cute smile in every photograph, even in their family portrait.

Whatever Dumbledore said in his letter, this family made a good use of it. They raised Harry like their own son. Fortunately, Harry is not demanding with food so he's still so cute and small, only his face was too much girly. Let's just say, he had pale skin, smooth face and smile, and what the best from him were those bright green eyes sparkling like emerald. Sometimes Dudley tease him, said that the only sign of him as male student is the fact of his hair was spiky black, standing at every direction. Harry is not happy with his hair too, but he can't help it.

"Harry, dear," Petunia opened the creamy colored door, presenting a lime green bedchamber with baseball wallpaper all around it, "it's time to get up." She asked softly to the little boy who still sleeping soundly.

"Five minutes more, mum…" The boy murmured.

Petunia smiles at his adopted son, "come on, honey, Dad are waiting."

Harry groaned. He's sleepy, but his Mum is right. Today Dad will bring his brother and Harry to watch a baseball game in stadium, "where's Dudley?" he ask.

"He's in his room, put some clothes on. Now, hurry you don't want to make your dad waiting."

"Yeah…" Harry slowly sat. His hair crumpled in all way as he stood to the bathroom, leaving Petunia watching him in wary eyes.

Ten years. The letter said they'd be asked to watch over Harry Potter for ten years before his real parents come to him. At the beginning, Vernon was so angry about the selfishness in the letter, but, after seeing Harry, he caught in this twisted feeling.

He supposed to hate this little thing, he thought, but, after looking at the deep, emerald eyes, and found the baby crying as in pain, his hatred gone. He just reached the boy and embrace him, like how he cuddled up his own son, and promised to never let this boy in pain again.

Now, after they loved him so much, the time almost over. Exactly one week before Harry 11th birthday and thinking of some strangers would fetch his beloved son, Petunia can't stand her tears. Oh, my little boy, she cried, 'how supposed we do if you left us for that strangers, who abandoned you in the first place?'

"BOYS!" From the living room, Vernon Dursley shouted in irritating tone, "LET'S GO BEFORE WE TRAPPED IN TRAFFIC JAM!"

Petunia wiped her tears when Harry appeared again in his room, "come on, dear." She help Harry put on the clothes.

Harry whined, "Mum, I can do it myself…"

"I need you to hurry." She helped him with his jacket, "now, go fetch your brother, I'll get your sandwich ready."

"Kay." Harry hugged Petunia tightly, before the brunette planted soft kiss in her cheek. After that, he turn to run into his brother room, "Dudley~!"

"What? You're not even put your shirt on!" as he stood in front of Dudley room, Harry yelled in shock.

"Shut up you tiny! I need to choose the right color. Do you have any suggestion?"

"You look hot in red!" Harry exclaimed cheerfully.

"Where'd you learn that? I'm ten years old, I'm not supposed to look hot, yet. Dummy!" Dudley grunted, but he wearing a blood red t-shirt his father bought him for Christmas.

"Are you sure I'm not like Santa?" ask Dudley curiously, when he stood in front of the mirror. Harry giggled. He threw his arm around Dudley and smile to Dudley-in-mirror, "no, we look amazing. See, you're red and I'm blue. We are hot!"

"Why'd you keep saying that? Are you watching drama again? It's for adult!"

"Mum liked to watch it. I'm just peeping a little." Harry said when he stares at Dudley with bright, teary eyes, "is it no good?"

Dudley sighed. The sight in front of him was adorable enough to make him melted. He admitted, he loved his little brother, to the point of insanity. I mean, who's not? The young boy beside him was so cute it almost criminal. His big beautiful green eyes, the milky skin, pink thinned lips, and the oval-shaped face, beg for attention like a sweet additive candy. You are dangerous, Harry. He mumbled under his breath.

"No." Dudley finally answered, or more likely a defeat, "do as you like."

The teary eyes vanished like it never there before, replacing with a giggle, "Dudley you're blushing…"

Dudley shook his head, mumbling to himself again as he threw his sight out the window, "sometimes I questioned your innocent…"

He didn't see Harry lips quirked in devilish grin.

"BOYS!" another shout and the two young boys raced into the living room. At the end of the stair, Vernon stood with his wife. He has big body like a bear, but his annoying face turned softly as his boys came to hug him.

"It's about the time!" He laughs at his son attempt to climb his big body, "now behave and wait for me in the cars."

"Yes, Sir!"

Vernon laughs again, before turn to kiss Petunia, "We're going."

Petunia handed him three carton bags, "here the sandwich, and please be careful."

"Definitely."

Two figures in cloak step up in front of Dursley's door. One of them stood firmly, almost frown when the other man ring the bell.

Petunia stopped cleaning the dishes when the bell rang through the entire house, "A minute!"

The smaller figure gulped in discomfort, "James…" he whined, "I can't do it."

Another figure, James Potter, turned over with happy smile in his face, "calm down, love. We talk about this before."

"B-But, I'm sure he will hate us… he stayed around the muggles too long... he loved them…"

"No, he wouldn't." James said. His teal blue eyes sparkled in excitement, "You need to cheer up. It'll be hilarious after all. Especially his Muggle Father…"

"Please don't say it. He's not Harry' father." His company now said in deadpanned tone.

James chuckled lightly, "supposed… how he never noticed the obvious difference-…"

Petunia frown a moment she opened the door, "pardon me?" she interrupted the conversation intentionally.

Two handsome wizards stood in front of her. She know they're not a common citizen of London, from their clothes. The smaller man wore a blood red robe and the dark vest under his black cloak. His face was oval-shaped with pointed nose and thin lips. His skin was very pale, made the eyes shine in cerulean blue. The hair was dark brown, combed perfectly like a gentleman. He was staring Petunia with worry.

Another man, bigger and taller by a few inches from his companion, was a different figure from the first. He was smiling brightly, almost playfully. His face is so manly with perfect jaw line and small eyes, staring curiously at Petunia behind his spectacles. His eyes were teal blue, and his jet black hair stood in every direction like Harry's. It made Petunia shocked to see a perfect mirror of his adopted son.

"Nice to meet you, ." James grabbed Petunia hand, and shook it calmly, even though Petunia was looking at him in horror, "my name is James Potter and this is my spouse. Can we come in? We need to tell you something."

Petunia shook her head, "I-I don't know, my husband is not here, s-so I think y-you should go back l-later…" she stuttered.

"It's okay, Ma'am." The smaller man glared at his husband, accusing him for released his heavy aura around Petunia and made her shivered in fear. James can be so childish anytime.

He took Petunia's hand and led her to the family parlor of Dursley, "don't bother him. Now calm down and sit, Ma'am. You need it for the talk."

Petunia nodded stiffly, then whispering a 'thank you' when a glass of water being conjured in front of her and she drowned the cold water a bit rushed, not even aware where it comes from.

"Okay, can we introduce ourselves one more time? Sure you think my husband way is rude, right?" small smile wore on the man's beautiful face.

Petunia nodded, "y-yes…"

The smaller man take a seat across her, then James automatically sat beside him, "sorry for not sending you the notification before, but we don't know your phone number yet." He began.

"What do you want?" Petunia asked, not even hold the accusing in her tone.

"As my husband said, we are from Potter Family. We're here to meet Harry." There is a little guilt in his voice.

"I think you should know about the letter we sent to you ten years ago." James said as he turned to stared at Petunia.

"Right." Petunia said stiffly.

"Yes. I'm glad you aware, Ma'am. And thank you for spoiling him when we couldn't."

"So, why?" Petunia asks, "Why'd you let your own child raised by strangers?"

Minutes went by the silence over them. Most because of the frown upon the wizards face, as they remembered a flash back of what had happened in ten years.

"It's a dark magic." James grunted, "A dark art which sealed our bond with Harry, and make him cries in pain when he was around us. The magic will last until he reached 18, but thank Merlin, my spouse blood protected him so our baby just needs to suffer this curse for ten bloody years."

Petunia gasped, "It sounds horrible…"

"Yes. That's why we could only come now. Where's Harry, Ma'am?" the smaller man asked. Petunia saw a mixed emotion in his cerulean eyes. The man is anxious, she thought, he's anxious yet impatient enough to wait any longer.

"He was gone to the stadium with Vernon and Dudley. They'll be home in two hours." Petunia said. Her eyes watching the wizards glancing at each other, before she turned their attention for asking, "I'm not intend for being rude, but why we became his adopted parents?"

"Because you a muggle, a normal muggle family who never believe (or care) in Wizarding World." James said, "Dumbledore thought your neighbor would be the last place for her to search. She wouldn't have a clue a muggle like you want to raise a wizard. Harry will be save to live your family rather than living with our relative at the time."

"Wait a minute." Petunia asked, "by do you mean, she, I supposed this was the Dark Witch you mention in letters. Isn't she dying?"

"No," James said, "Indilwen was gone, not dead. But now there's rumor said she'll come back to get revenge to us. She wants to kill Harry. That's another reason why we're here. We need to bring Harry back as soon as possible."

Chapter 2: The Other Parents

"You know, love?"

Two men sat on wood bench at the neighborhood park. After their conversation with Petunia, The Potters choose to wait for Harry's return in park. They already changed their attires to fit in muggle world. James wore a warm grey Polo shirt and dark blue jeans, while his spouse insisted to wear a red shirt under his black tailored coat.

"I don't want to hear anything from you right now." His lover grunted. All the soft and smile from before as they met with Petunia, replaced by one blank, bored face, "Nothing good came with the word 'love'."

James chuckled in amusement, "all right. I think it's better to tell you the truth then." Then he bent over to whisper something to his husband.

"YOU - WHAAT?" Suddenly, a shocking shriek can be heard in the entire park. Thank Merlin nobody cares. The muggles just stared at the men in confusing look, before turned to do their own business.

James smiling brightly, "yes, and I would never stop till my wish granted."

"Are you insane?" his lover yelled in rage, "How long did you do that?"

"Sorry, I forgot."

"Don't pretend to act innocent! It was your innocent face that made me pregnant in the first place."

"Can't help it. You're lovely." James replied in flirty tone.

"Don't call me that!" He hissed angrily, "I want to focus on raising Harry properly, and you are not helping for trying to make me pregnant again. You hear me, imbecile-brat? I refused."

"Yeah." James let this argument went on for the moment - knowing he had time later to convinced his husband - as he saw Vernon cars passed by them. Inside, he can see the black hair of his son, talking rapidly with the blond head beside him. He smiled softly, "they're home."

"MUM! WE'RE HOME!"

Two boys ran into the kitchen, as Vernon opened the front door of Dursley residence.

"Mum, you can't believe what we seen- … Mum?" Dudley stopped in front of the kitchen door with Harry right behind him. They froze at the sight of Petunia sat at the breakfast table, sighing and crying.

Their Dad appeared beside the boy, suddenly his face contorted with worry.

"Petunny, dear? What's happened?"

Petunia sniffed. She tried to suppress her emotion by wiping the tears away, but the memories came back and she burst into tears again.

Vernon turned to see his sons watching their mum in frown faces, so he guide them to the hall and whispered softly, "listen. Now you two go upstairs and play. I need to talk to Mum."

"Kay." The two boys nodded and rushed to climb the stairs into their room. But Harry stopped for a moment to see his Dad back to the kitchen before shut the door closed.

"Harry." Dudley groaned. He knew what his little brother up to, and he didn't like it. "C'mon. It's adult business!"

Harry simply blinked, and turned over. Behind him he can hear Dudley hissing something about 'no peeking', 'idiot', or 'nosy brat' but he still go downstairs in careful movement, and bend over to peek from the keyhole.

Inside, there are two people yell each other in argument.

"What? And you let them inside?"

"I don't have choice, Vernon, they're having this frightening a-appearance a-and I- I..."

"You should call police!" His father bellowed. Harry clenched his fist upon seeing the anger. He hate it when Vernon lose his control.

"I can't! They're dangerous and it just by their aura. Only God knows what they would do if I called police."

"Who are 'they'? Sounded like criminals…"

Harry gasped in surprise when Dudley appeared beside him. The older boy tries to hear conversation over the wooden door, his face as curious as Harry's.

Harry just shrugged, and back to peek into the room. Now the tension is dropped, as Vernon reached his wife's trembling body and soothe her back. Probably it was an apology for his bad temperament before, "We should not give him, even if they're his biological parents."

The two boys now froze at their father's decision.

"I'm sure I tell them that, but they insisted."

"No, He's ours! I will not give him to the stranger! They'll ruin him!"

Petunia snapped, "But there's nothing we can do! Harry is their son!"

After that, the two adult interrupted by the sound of someone's running, followed by Dudley's growl, "Damn, Harry! You can't just run like that!"

In instant, Vernon opened the kitchen door and shocked at the sight of the back of his eldest son who ran into the front door. His face paled, "oh, God…"

Two blocks from where he supposed to live, Harry sat behind a neighbor's fence, hiding from the world. Tears ran across the blushed pale cheek. Hurt stained his mind with negative thought. He'd been betrayed. The lies they'd played over him, making him disgust his own lives. How dare them, calling themselves as parent, spoiled Harry so they can keep him from questioning the oblivious yet strange fact about their bond as family.

He remembered, when he keep asking why he didn't have blond hair like the entire family, his mother look at him with wide, shocked eyes, while his father spat nonsense about messed gene at his mother pregnancy...

But the difference was too obvious. Soon he couldn't accept their lies anymore and believe that he was not their real son. It's a little accusing though, but it helped him calmed down and stopped asking. He knew there is reason, and he'll wait till his parents told him the truth.

Yet, two years passed and everybody acted like they were a perfect family, till today…

'So it was true…' Harry murmured softly. Now that everything confirmed, he felt stung. Who is he? Why he's here?

And the way his mum and dad spoke about his parents, they must be dangerous. Maybe some criminal, or mafia… Harry didn't want to think about it. Feared anything he thought will turn into the truth.

"Wonder how I should face them now…" Harry closed his eyes, tried to find the right clue when a loud, harsh voice from the other side of wooden fence startled him.

"LET GO OF MY CHILD, RUBBISH!"

"Harry!" Dudley ran as he searched his little brother, "Hey, Harry!"

The big boy passed a block and shouting his brother name again, now with more frustration building over him. He couldn't believe it! Harry was not his brother! I mean, it's like a soap-opera plot, this entire situation, since it was obvious how Harry was different, physically. But Dudley still can't accept this.

He tried to remember every conversation his parents had. So, Harry was not a Dursley, and he had his own parents. This said parents now wanted to take Harry away, and did Mum mention they are dangerous?

Are they really criminals? If it's true, then the reason Harry stayed with Dursleys, maybe it because his parents went to jail for years. Now, Harry parents were runaway - that's explained why Mum can't call the police - and they demanded Harry to go with them… Dudley frown, no, no, no, it wouldn't ever happen. When Dudley still alive, he will protect Harry from that criminals. Harry didn't deserve to live in the same roof with runaway prisoner. They'll abuse him, or worse, they'll kill him!

"Harry-…!" As he tried to call the brunette again, he saw two men walking across him. The smaller one hissed in annoyance, when the other man just smiling innocently as he pointed at Dudley.

Dudley stood still, an odd feeling pouring into him when saw the similarity of that man' smile with Harry's. It mustn't be…

"Dudley?" the taller man approached him. Dudley nodded, as if in trance.

"Hi, I'm James Potter." James shook his hand automatically, "and this is-…"

"LET GO OF MY CHILD, RUBBISH!"

Vernon shouted in anger. His face turned into purple color as he stomped to reach Dudley, Petunia stood behind him with frown face.

"HOW THE HELL YOU DARE TO COME AFTER YOU NEGLECTED HIM?" Vernon yanked James hand from Dudley, and then stood in front of his eldest son, protecting Dudley from any possible harm James could be done.

James simply shrugged, "you read the letter, and we told Mrs. Dursley why we here. I didn't need to explain myself to you this time." His face was relaxed, but his eyes narrowed at the insult that had been threw over his face.

Vernon gritted his teeth, "You should remember, you didn't have any right to take him from us! You're not worth enough to raise him! You'll just hurt him! SO BACK OFF! NOBODY TAKES WHAT'S MINE!"

And it was enough words to make a wizard lost their patience.

Suddenly, the air around them thickened. Hissed came from everywhere, performed an angry storm to surround Vernon like a blanket. It made the big man shivered in fear, when Dudley ran into his mum arms, seek for protection.

"Stop!" Petunia cried, "Don't hurt him!" she begged the smaller wizard who chanted something in unrecognized language. The wizard growled, "Then your husband shouldn't insult us. And you," he turned to hissed at Vernon, "WE'RE NOT RUBBISH, FILTHY-MOUTH MUGGLE!"

The Wind-Prison got bigger. At this point Vernon choked on his own breath, and realized the wind had sucked the air inside. Soon, none of the oxygen left for him to breath and at the thought of air deprivation, he got a panic attack, demanding for being released.

Petunia realized it too, "Yes, I'm sorry!" she said in trembling voice, "We're sorry! Please release him! He would die like this!"

Dudley can't say anything right now. All his thought about criminals has been diminished, but another thought appeared in his mind about this man and his enormous power. It was sure he was no human because that power must be from another world. Are they demons?

"Please!" Petunia pleaded desperately.

James put a hand over his lover shoulder, "okay, that's enough." He said in low tone. As sudden as it came, the wind-prison vanished from Vernon, leaving the man stumbled over the concrete pedestrian.

"Vernon!"

"Dad!"

Petunia and Dudley rushed to Vernon side, help him to stand as Vernon tried to breathe properly. He still had a death glare over the wizard, but he knew better to open his mouth now.

The tension calmed down within the minutes, then James suddenly smiled, "so, where's Harry?"

Harry watched his Dad confronted with his true parents from a small hole at wooden fence. All he had to do is gaped, when a pretty yet scary man doing something over his dad. It's like a small tornado that trapped his father in cocoon-like feature. It was amazing things, except his father now struggling to catch breath desperately.

'Come on, don't kill him. He's still the one who raised me...'

As if the pretty man can hear him, the tornado vanished, leaving Vernon whose face had turned darker. Harry took a deep breath and calming himself. Then he sighed in relief, when his mind suddenly jumped into a ridiculous conclusion.

'Wait a minute! If they possessed the great power like that, didn't mean they are human, right?' he thought, 'and If my parents are not human... so... I must be the same kind as them… right?'

'Who are you?' Harry stared intently at his parents, trying to figure their true species. The men are tall. The smaller one even a few inch taller than his Dad. He has a slender body, a soft feminine face and he wore formal cloth. Another man was more than six feet, his body's pumped out, yet not bulky. He was simply casual man, wearing a wire framed thin glasses and he had a perfectly handsome face.

Beautiful, inhumanly strong, the pale skin, and the charisma... They're must be vampire! He shouted in his mind, not caring that he shouldn't describe them like Twilight character. He gulped, tried to keep his excitement down, because he just found that he's a vampire! Yay!

"So where's Harry?"

The said boy now perked at his name being mentioned. Apparently, now the fight is over, the parents are in the mood to talk.

"He ran." Harry heard his Dad grunted, "We're discussing about your arrival and he overheard it."

"What?" now the pretty man hissed.

"We was searching him, when both of you came. Now he must run long enough from here, thanks for your distraction…"

"What do you said? You-…!"

"Okay stop right now." The taller man interrupted before the fight taken over again, "we better find him."

Harry sighed.

He leaned at the fence, trying to calm down so they wouldn't find him this near. He was small and it was almost dark already. Nobody will spot him at his hidden place. He can stay there longer, as long as he need for thinking.

Or that what was he actually planned, when he heard a soft hiss,

"Well, well,"

His eyes widened. There is a HUGE snake in front of him, come out from nowhere. He took a quick glance over the house he'd been stayed, 'is this snake came out from the house?'

"It's nice to found you here, lovely Harry Potter."

Harry froze at the playful yet sinister hiss from the black snake. It's the weirdest thing he ever met. Snake usually not this big - not here – at the most peaceful place upon the earth. And to add its weirdness, snake doesn't usually speak, right?

It made him rub his eyes in disbelief, "am I dreaming?" he asked, because if this is real, I must be eaten right now.

"No…" The snake slithered closer to him, its big mouth curved into something that looked like a smirk. "It's not a dream. See?" in one movement the snake licked his face, "I can touch you, and you can feel me either…"

Harry whimpered. He'd never be so close to death till now. All the sensation of being touched by the deadly snake make him paralyzed, half because of fear from being tasted, half other was from smelling the strong scent around the snake which was just like a deadly poison.

"Please…" he begged, as the darkness began to consume his conscious, "don't kill me…"

"No," Nagini blinked, "Master summoned me to find you, little one…"

But Harry didn't hear that. He's already fainted.

"Do you think he'll wake up soon?"

"Relax, he just fainted." A calm yet deadly voice answered him.

"Easy for you, wizard, all of US never saw anything scarier than A HUGE ANACONDA WRAPPING AROUND OUR SON!"

Another man chuckled, "I think, that's the most adorable thing Nagini ever does."

Vernon gritted his teeth, "you're all insane!"

"Excuse me?" the first man growled in annoyance, "Have you forgotten what I had done to you not too long ago? Is that making you have authority to CALLED US INSANE?"

"I love it when you're insane, Tom." James grinned playfully.

Tom Riddle glared hard at Vernon, his usual cerulean blue eyes darkened. It's make him more dangerous, at least for the big muggle father. But Vernon refused to admit his fear, or the cold sweat running down his back spine.

"I'm not afraid of you." Vernon narrowed his eyes, "This is my home, I said everything I wanted and I want you stay away from MY SON!"

"He's not your son!" Tom bellowed, "He's ours! How many times I must repeat myself?"

"I don't care! You didn't raise him, you didn't know him, and for Harry, both of you just a stranger!"

"THAT'S IT!" Tom rushed to the Vernon side, and grabbed the man' shirt by its collar, "We'll take Harry! And YOU WILL NOT AGAINTS IT! I'M SICK OF YOUR WHINES, PIGHEAD!"

Tom released Vernon and stomped back to his side in sofa, where James laughing badly. He hissed and smacking his husband head.

"Stop it!" he grunted, "You didn't help anything!"

"But it was amazing!" James said innocently, "All he had done till now was whining…" he got another punch, "and honey, don't angry, but you're hanging out with Molly too much."

"Shut up!" Tom hissed, "I don't want to hear your insult!"

"Err, its compliment."

And that's what Harry saw when he opened his eyes. There are three men in his bedroom. Two sat on the sofa, and one man, his Dad, standing beside the window. He groaned at his spinning head, making attention focus on him because in no time, the pretty man kneeling down beside his bed and whispered,

"Harry? Are you okay?"

There is silence anywhere, as Harry tried to regain all his conscious.

The green eyed boy stared at the man with blank eyes, "who are you?" he asked, even if he knew this man is one of his true parents. He just can't help himself for eager to know the truth. He's too long living in lies.

Tom gulped. He stared back at Harry with his cerulean eyes, now became dullen as the anxiousness consumed him. Seeing this, Vernon cleared his throat, not liking the tension in this little room, "Harry, not now-…"

Harry asked again, every tone was full of demand, "who are you?"

It's simple words, but stabbing Tom with guilt. He hated to admit that Vernon is right. Maybe they are the real parents, but they're stranger for Harry. Harry never thought James and him were existed, till today. This make him hurt. He wouldn't dare making Harry uncomfortable living with James and him, but if he let Harry had his live here, he'll die. He's already passed the bloody ten years of this torture. He can't stand it anymore.

"I-..." Tom stuttered, "I-ah..." he felt helpless as the anxiousness taking control of his entire body, "w-we…"

Suddenly a hand tapped on his shoulder, startled him and when he looked up, he saw James smiled at him,"it's okay, love. Just talk properly. We don't want you to act less noble for Harry first impression."

Hearing his husband's lame joke, Tom can't help but smiled back at him. At least now he had calmed down. Now he faced Harry with more confident, "my name is Tom Riddle." He whispered softly, "and I don't know if this idea disturbing you or not, but I love this idiot man beside me, because he's crazy about me and gave me the most beautiful thing in this world. And it was you, Harry James Potter."

James winked at Vernon, teasing him with Tom confession. Vernon just rolled his eyes in disgust. No need to ask why, the big man just hate uncommon thing, like wizards, magic, or homosexual. And that was part of his objection too. Harry would not happy to live with freak parents.

Again, the emotion swirled in the air as the silent taking over. It was hurt for Tom to wait and afraid of rejection from his son. Wait, now that he thought about it, what could he do if Harry rejected him as a parent?

Harry stared at him intently, more like judging, before opening his mouth and speak in a tone that held no emotion,

"So, you are my parents?"

"Yes." Tom nodded. the tension kicked every wall he built when he crashed by the waves of emotion, making his sight blurred by tears and his voice raw as he spoke,

"We are your parents."

Chapter 3: To The Wizarding World

They had to come in an agreement. Harry will stay at Dursley till the last few days of August, when the boy will have the curse dispelled from him. At 28th August night, James will come to fetch Harry and bring him back to their world. No one objected it, however Tom asked for condition.

"What condition?" Vernon grunted.

"I could visit him whenever I like."

Strangely - more like surprising - Vernon didn't refuse it. Supposed he'd aware that nothing could win over Tom's ego. The wizard seems too selfish to argue with.

"You know, you should feel lucky."

Harry turned at the Dudley face, when they sat on the bench at park. "Why?" he asked.

"Many children here would sell their crotch to be a Demon Heir." He laughed when Harry threw a dirty look at him, "c'mon, don't you get it? This is a dark life we talking about, with dozens corpse, river of blood, super power…" he stopped talking when he saw Harry frown.

Dudley raised one of his blond eyebrow, "what? Do you think you will go home to a pink castle with pink Pegasus?"

"No," Harry hissed, "but I don't want your option either. It's gross!"

"It's cool!"

"No!" Harry pushed Dudley, "stop it!"

Dudley frowned. "Hey," he mumbled softly, "you punch like girl."

"I'm not!"

"Yes, you are. If you're not my brother I'll think you had a crush on me." Dudley face contorted into amusement grin when he saw Harry pouted.

"Let's go home. Your Mum wants to visit this afternoon, right?"

"I think he'll not appreciate it if I called him Mum." Suddenly Harry thinking about Tom, as the uneasiness slipped into him. The man was crying few nights ago. Crying so hard that Harry almost cried too, but he stilled, refuse to show neither emotion nor weakness to all occupants in his room.

After he awake, the parents had a meeting. They used the Family Parlor to discuss about Harry and left this big snake, Nagini, to guard the door so Harry and Dudley couldn't just eavesdropped their conversation.

The meeting lasted for two hours, and by the time it over, Tom rushed to him and engaged Harry to a private conversation.

"I take it you want us to explain everything…" he said and smiled again when Harry nodded in enthusiasm, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you right now, little one. But I promised you will get your answer soon."

"Why?" Harry whined.

Tom chuckled, before he stared at Harry warmly, "You will know it soon. Trust me, Harry…"

Harry didn't know what had possessed him. At the beginning, he started being cold towards his parents, promised to close his heart firmly over them. But, after met with Tom and drawn to his beautiful speech, Harry can't help but trust him. So when Tom visited him the next morning, he didn't ask anything. He just simply accompanied him, answering Tom's question about his lives.

"Personally…" after his long thought, Harry continued. "I'd like to call him that."

Dudley saw him from the side of his eyes, he can't help but chuckled, "Of course you had to. He's the one who gave birth to you, after all."

Harry didn't say anything for that and let the silent feel their way back home, before the brunette finally murmured, "but I think only woman got pregnant." He stared at Dudley.

His brother smirked, "want to find out?"

"How did I get pregnant?"

Tom sipped at the tea he got from Petunia - they got into friendly term lately, much to annoy Vernon - and smiled at the curiosity from Harry and Dudley who asked him.

"Yes, we have some conclusion and its all weird thought. And Dudley didn't help, all his suggestions are nasty!"

"Hey, it's not nasty!"

Tom sipping his jasmine tea again, "how nasty?" he asked.

"Dudley said you got your stomach gutted and then an egg contains baby being forced into you…" Harry explained with pale face," oh, I think I'll get a nightmare tonight…"

Petunia brushed her hand over Harry' back, trying to calmed him when Tom chuckled at the thought, "sure that the nastiest ones."

"Then how'd you get pregnant, Mr. Riddle?" Dudley turned to him to ask.

"It was simple. I woke up one morning and found I'm with baby."

"Just like that?" Harry shouted in disbelief.

Petunia narrowed her eyes, talking carefully, "then I assumed it happen with that… and perhaps, magic." She mumbled, more talking to herself.

"That's right." Tom agreed with her.

"I don't think it would be that natural."

"Yes, it surprised me too."

"Excuse me… What is that?" Harry asked suddenly. The Mothers now spar a wary glance at each other. Dudley assumed they argued who would explain to Harry, and seen it would take minutes before any of them speaking, he whispered to Harry, "They mean sex, dummy."

Harry blushed madly, "w-what?"

"Dudley!" Petunia yelled.

"What? I just telling the truth, since both of you didn't tell him already!"

"Don't say it blunt like that! Your brother would come into wrong conclusion if we not explained properly!"

Harry still blushed. He wished he didn't ask. Now the mental image of Tom and James having sex came into him freely, and suddenly he had an urge to throw up.

"Do you have any other question again, little one?" Tom startled him from his horrible thought.

"Err… I guess no. Not now." He smiled, feel ashamed for thinking bad about his parents. Tom smiled back at him with his pretty and luscious smile that made everyone admit how gorgeous this man was.

"I do." Dudley raised his hand, "actually, I wonder, when are you married, or, at least making him?"

"Dudley!" Petunia snapped, "It's not your business!"

"It's okay." Tom explained it while remembered things back then, "I have Harry at my 21th, just one month before the wedding. First I just want to elope, but my friend Lucius against it. He persuaded your father to make it a grand party. I have a photo..." for a moment the brown haired man pulled a wallet size photo, and show it to another occupants in room. He grinned at the gaped faces around him.

Harry, Dudley, and Petunia gaped at the sight of two men smiling and waving at the camera. They wore identical black wedding formal robe. Tom had deep mahogany red vest, with silky red shirt inside. His pants was black, not too tight but hugging him perfectly at every curve. He wore a black boots with red snake embed on it. The other wizard attires are the silver vest and dark green shirt under the black robe. The boots are silver with green griffin embed on it.

They stood at the altar, smiling to the camera, before James turned and kissed Tom.

"Are this picture supposed to move?" Dudley finally asked.

"Yeah, it's weird." Harry observed it, "Like a short movie…and they're repeating the kissing scene…"

"GROSS!" the two boys winced at the picture. Immediately, they gave it back to Tom.

Petunia sighed at the rudeness of the two boys. With a warm smile, she turned into Tom, "Personally, I like your wedding attires. They'd gorgeous."

"Finally, someone had eyes." He sneered at the boys, before talking about fashion with Petunia. At this point, he found this muggle woman had a fine sense in fashion. She liked to collect things and she knew good material of cloth and the names of first class designers. Tom never tired with it, and maybe he'll visit her sometimes in future. That'll be amazing, especially when he'd brought Molly to join. This time, muggle world has plenty shopping mall and he was itching to spend his money there.

Tom stayed for the dinner -Vernon stiffed at the sight of him on his dining table - and having a good chat with Harry and Dudley. He asked about their school, the lesson, and their friends. Sometimes Vernon saw the man raised a hand to touch Harry, but the hand stopped in midair. It happened three times actually, when Harry saying something he's good at, and Tom eyes would fill by proud. He's starting to touch his son but at the last moment he remembered why he shouldn't touch Harry. It irritated Vernon, making him growled softy. He hated Tom, but at the same time he hated himself for pitying him. He knew how hard not to touch your own flesh, and the fact that he was beside you, being alive and healthy, and smiling so wide, it'll just hurt you more.

Tom didn't know if the curse weakened as the time passed, and he didn't want to try, afraid it will hurt Harry when he tried to touch him.

For Harry, at his mother odd behavior, he simply thought Tom was awkward. Maybe they loosened up for talking and even joking, but Harry felt the man keep his distance and never touched him. Harry liked to be touched. He liked it when mum kissed and hug him, or dad big hand messed with his hair or tap on his shoulder, or being tackled by Dudley. Tom sometimes wanted to touch him, but when Harry eagerly waiting for his hand, the man stopped. It made Harry slightly disappointed at the first time, but when the third times come, it turned to be annoyance.

"Can I ask something from you?" Harry asked after long silent.

Tom nodded, "yes, my dear?"

Harry stared at his biological mother with his bright, innocent eyes, before speaking, "I want you to read a story for me tonight."

Dudley choked by his mango juice. His mother hurried giving him a glass of water before she helped him to calmed down by rubbed his back softly.

Vernon cleared his throat, "Harry, don't you think you're too old for that?" he asked. He threw a side glance at Tom, and sighed at the smile on the wizard lips.

"Nah, it's okay. I'll do it before going home," Tom said without hesitation, "now eat your broccoli."

"You know, I hate broccoli…" Harry sulked, "or another veggie…"

"But you'll be more gorgeous if taller. And your parents are tall, you shouldn't be this short."

"Don't push it. I like being short, people think I'm cute, and younger. I liked being pampered."

"Ah, my little devil. Must be having it from that idiot Evil Lord…"

Tom sat beside him on the bed. Harry had changing into blue pajamas with small cartoon character all over it. He already tucked in his comforter, ready to hear the story.

"Who are you?" Harry asked. He met the confusion glance from his mother, "your being. I saw you before when you had this powerful strength over Dad."

Tom whispering softly, "we are the wizards."

"Wizard?" Harry narrowed his eyes, "so… we're not a vampire?"

"Huh?"

Seeing his mother raised one of his eyebrow, Harry immediately said, "ah, forget it. So we are the wizard. Are we the one who did magic?"

"Yes, little one."

"And... am I supposed to have magic too?"

"I think, yes. You've done accidental magic when you're one years old. Actually, as Slytherin Heir, all of us are blessed by magic. Never found any squib -a wizard heir without magic- in family before."

"Slytherin… are that your family?"

"Yes it from my mother side." Tom said, "Enough about me. So, how do you think? Having magic and all…"

Harry saw the pale hand beside him. He threw a glance to his parent, answering the man question as his own hand snaked inside the comforter to touch Tom fingers, "I don't think it was bad. It doesn't sound bad is it? How badly it was rather than being a Demon heir? Because Dudley said your power must from the other world, and he prefer the dark one."

"Hmm, he's an interesting boy, eh? I like him more now, despite his over-chubby face. It'll ruin the beauty of blond head."

Harry laughed lightly, "He just a huge fan of Avenged Sevenfold. Mum always complained about his musical taste. It's good, but sometimes too noisy, and a little sadist." He felt the warm finger brushed against him, and winced at the disturbing pain, "hey, what happened?" he raised his hand to examine it, "it felt tickled when my hand touching yours…"

Tom stiffened. In no time, he's already out of the bed, standing still in front of his son, "is it hurt?"

Harry didn't realize Tom had standing. He still examine his right hand, "no, but it felt tickled. It's like electricity. Is it some kind of magical trick-…" he turned and frowned when he saw his mother kneeling down beside the bed, "Mother?"

Tom didn't answer. Instead he leaned over and touched his son' hand gently. Harry hissed at the intensity of electric wave. It's like the more skin contact, the more pain lingered.

"Mother…" Harry whined, as Tom entwined their hand. Now the boy felt dizzy when the man brought his hand near the mouth. Fear came through him, before his mother kissed his hand, and suddenly all the pain is vanished.

Harry blinked.

Then his mother smiling at him, "do you want to know what happened?" Harry nodded. He's waiting for explanation since the first time they met.

"Okay. I'll tell you." Once Tom was back to sit beside Harry, the man ran his hand over the brunette's hair gently. "Hmm, what first… Ah, how about the story about a Hero and the Dark Witch? It sure will be a nice bedtime story."

"I thought you want to explain."

"Yes. I'll explain everything. Just listen." Tom cleared his throat, "Ten years ago, there is an evil witch who had desired everything…"

People called her Indilwen, a flower of Wizarding World. Once, she was the perfect witch who has the beauty, smart brain, and the nice personality. But one teacher had changing his view of world. She was this teacher's favorite student, and he pleased to answer all her question, including the Dark Art.

Soon, the Number One Witch changing side and being a Dark Witch. She began to causing chaos, turning the Wizarding World upside down, making people hiding from her terror. That time was depressing for us. Many people died, when the others were runaway for their safety.

But, like other girl, The Dark Witch had a crush over one man. It was young wizard who – unfortunately – falling in love with her teacher and married him. It burned her in jealousy to see such happy family, so Indilwen kidnapped the man' heir and tortured the baby by putting a Bonding Curse on the poor little being. She sealed the bond the baby had with its parent by putting charm in his eyes. Changing the eye color of the baby and make him hurt at the touch of his parents.

Nearly one month after, the baby parents discovered where their son had been hidden. Their team escorted the baby back, but it made Indilwen Army, the Death Eater, chasing after them. It was one long battle, with so many died from both side.

Surprisingly, the end was mere plain.

Indilwen rushed to the baby, as his mother passed it to his Godfather. Not everyone knew, the Godfather was a double agent. He was a Trainee Auror, yet he's the Lieutenant of Death Eater army. At that time, she knew him a double agent, and in anger she threw both of them a Killing Curse.

No one realized as it happened in seconds, but the teacher saw it clearly when his son' body was glowing. Extracted his own protection charm for his guardian and attacked the witch by it. Suddenly, the Killing Curse threw back to Indilwen, crushed her into nothingness.

The War had ended, and the boy became a hero who defeated the Dark Witch. Soon, people knew him as the Savior of the Wizarding World, the only human who lived from the Killing Curse.

But one thing still haunted the family. The Boy-Who-Lived still under the Bonding Curse, and with this fact, his parents became a danger to him. So the parents forced to give their precious son to a muggle family, let the boy far from the conflict for ten years, before his eleventh birthday came and the curse had dispelled.

So they can let the boy know that he had a new path in his life. A dangerous one as the Dark Witch never claimed dead, but he had us that promised to always protect him, loved him, and let him know all of the Wizarding World fight on his side…

Tom saw his son yawned, drifted to sleep he had been fighting for nearly half an hour. For a moment, no one speak and they enjoyed the silent night. But, when Tom make sure he was asleep, a soft murmur came from Harry,

"I trusted you."

Tom eyes watered, as emotion overwhelmed him. With all strength he had, the brown haired man grabbed Harry, didn't care the hissing sound his son made, (cause the effect of temporary charm the man used to numb the pain has gone) and embrace him tightly. When he tried to say anything, his voice became hoarse from sobbing, "I'm sorry…" He immediately released Harry when he saw the disturbing pain showed in his son eyes, "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to hurt you… but my blood… our bloodline… even with Nagini share…cannot dispel this damn curse immediately. I'm sorry, Harry… back then, I can't protect you…"

When this man released him, a painful throb started stabbing his heart. It was when he saw Tom's eyes filled with emptiness. As if he could see through the eyes, and watched the days passed with regrets, for not protecting Harry, for not be able to dispel the curse, and mostly, for letting strangers raised Harry and let other family enjoy the precious moments he couldn't have for these past ten years.

How could Harry didn't felt anything after this?

"I don't blame you." That was all he said. He knew it wasn't enough. He needed to tell him more. He should, because it's not only his pain. It was everyone's pain.

But Tom had left. No more words. No more touch.

At 28th August night, James came to escort Harry back to the Wizarding World, promised that Harry will visit the Dursley at summer. It made Petunia sighed in relief, because she'd already thought this will be the last time she meet with her youngest son.

"You should be afraid over something else, Petunny, because Riddle promised you to visit for afternoon tea anytime he could." Vernon murmured at her in annoyance.

"I'm not afraid of him anymore. We had similarities in many ways." Petunia laughed at his husband sneer.

"That's right," James nodded, "and maybe he'll not alone when visiting. He always loved to socializing, have many connections wherever he goes."

"Really? That was pretty nice of him. Supposed I'm getting lucky to be his acquaintance..."

Vernon snorted at her wife comment, "He just a snake-bastard."

"Vernon!" Petunia glared at him, before turned to James who kept smiling, "I'm sorry for my husband rudeness…"

Then the smile on James turned into a devilish smirk, "No, it's like we had husband with similar character…"

Vernon raised one eyebrow at the blush spread on Petunia cheeks. Where the fear you had few days before, Petunny? He screamed in frustration at her changing attitude.

"I'm ready." Harry showed up in front of the parents. He wore his favorite blue navy sleeveless hooded jacket, and a white t-shirt inside. Then he matched it with baggy pants and sneaker. "So lovely." Petunia said as she stood and hug her son tightly, "I don't want you to go…you're so cute…"

"I agree with that." Vernon chuckled at Harry's pouting face, "okay, now hug me."

Harry released from Petunia arms, and hugged his big Dad as the older man rubbed his back, "just be careful, and don't forget to call us."

"But Father said no signal for cellphone in Wizarding World."

"What an old-fashioned world." Vernon sneered at the James.

James grinned back at the muggle Dad, "its okay, little one, you can always wrote a letter." he said to Harry.

"Yes. I'll write to you, and Mum, and Dudley. So don't be sad, Dad…"

"I'm not that sad." Vernon sighed, "Because I already accept this. It's not like you're completely gone from our lives. But, yeah, it'll never be the same without you here."

"Dad…" Harry stared at him with teary eyes, " I'll visit at summer."

Vernon laughed, "You better be," he whispered softly as he messed with Harry's black hair, "I love you, honey."

Harry smiled as Vernon kissed his temple, "love you too, Dad."

Dudley grunted as he dragged a heavy bag out from Harry bedroom. That little devil! They'd supposed to bring this bag together!

"Whatever… I'm done with this…"

Dudley sighed, as he saw the stairs and refused to drag the bloody bag down, or he'll be slipped and risked his life. He just stared down at the hall, thinking. It was disappointing him as Tom explained who they are. They're not Demon, but a Wizard. Later on he found it's not the lame wizard with dusty cloak and old broom. But after short explanation from Tom about Wizarding World, Dudley had an urge to whined and cursed his Dad for being born as ordinary muggle, when Harry can do magic and cool tricks like Tom. How unfair! He wanted to be a wizard and do magic too!

Not only have that, but the fact that Harry will enrolled in Wizarding School made him more jealous. Must have many amazing things there, just like the moving photo he saw two days ago. Bet the Wizarding World must be the coolest place to hanging out! It sucks to be muggle!

"Why are you there?" James asked as he appeared out from the family parlor to grab Harry things. His voice made Dudley startled, "w-what… ah, Mr. Potter, are you ready to go?"

"Yup. I didn't like to let my lovely left alone at home for a long time. Is that Harry bag?"

"Yes." Dudley nodded, as he saw the man pointed a wand over the bag, and made it fly. In no time, the bag arrived beside James, and Dudley stared in awe as the man tucked his wand back into the pocket.

That was… magic. Not a powerful magic like Tom had done before, but a simple and handy magic. 'Everything in life must be easier to do with magic.' He wondered, before something struck him with another thought, 'shit! Must end this ridiculous jealousy or I'm going to get attracted too much with that world.'

This thought make his rage calmed down, however, he admitted if he had magic, he will going to the same world with Harry. He could continue to protect him, to still be his older brother.

He shook his head, tried not to think about it at this time, or later on.

"Do you want to say goodbye?" James asked Dudley. He laughed when Dudley just shrugged to him as an answer, "c'mere. Don't sulk like that."

A blush crept over Dudley face, "Man didn't sulked!" he grunted.

"Who said that? My lovely is always sulked if I go home late and he's a luscious man! C'mon! Go down here!"

"Are you never ashamed? Saying something like that to a teenager!"

"Why I must be ashamed? My lovely really had a delicious arse and I think I'll never tire to pound-…"

"HUWAA! Stop putting image into my head, you perverted oldman!" Dudley yelled in disgust, when inside the parlor, Vernon keep his hand around Harry ears, as his face blushed at the same rate with the pink tint over Petunia face.

"You shouldn't be panicked like that, Dudley. I'm not even told you the part when he begged to tasted my-…"

Both parents sighed in defeat when they heard Dudley groaned loudly.

"Potter you had a scattered brain…" Vernon mumbled, as he dragged Harry out from the parlor, and found James laughed badly for Dudley panicked reaction.

"Can't help it. Your son's interesting." He said it between his laugh, "are you ready, honey?"

Harry nodded. He didn't know what had happened, but judging by how panicked Dudley as his older brother striding down the stairs, he just thanked God for didn't hear it. Knowing James, it must be something pervert or nasty.

"Let's go then." James grabbed one of Harry arm, "To the Wizarding World."

Chapter 4: Uninvited Guests

Tom shifting in nervous, and can't stop staring at his pocket watch. They should be here by now, he thought. The man stood from his seat, when his house elf announced he had guests. He inhaled a deep breath, tried to ease the tension that built in him, but as he heard conversations between men and children outside the glass house, his anxiousness is back.

He shouldn't have a coward retreat a few days ago. Now he's not prepared to meet Harry…

Then he realized something. Men… and children?

"Ah Professor Riddle!"

It's too late for him to throw the uninvited guests out of his home, as the door to the glass house opened, and reveal two familiar men and two familiar boys striding into the room. Tom groaned, when Sirius Black greeted by trapped him in bone-crushing hug, "Siri… let me-…uh…go!"

Just one breath from his death, the animagus retreat back, "ha ha, you're right, Tommy. Can't make you die, or I'll lose my own head."

Another man rolled his eyes, mumbled something under his breath in bored tone, before greeted Tom in more proper manner.

"It's good to meet you, Tom." Lucius Malfoy nodded at him, "nice evening, perhaps?" he asked as throwing a glance at dining table. Amusement could be seen in his grey eyes.

Tom sighed, "Why the two of you can be in the same place? And why here? Why now?" he didn't even care he was whining now. He can't help it, these two men just… tiring.

"Umm, we're here for moral support, Uncle Tom." A red headed boy murmured softly, "or at least that's what mum said…"

All right, even Molly sent one of his red headed minions…

Tom glared at the two dangerous men, gestured them to behave before turned to face Ron Weasley, "and why Molly sent this horrid team?" he asked the young boy.

"Because Ron already said Aunt Molly wanted us here. She said that you maybe need a moral support from family friends." Now a blond head boy grumbled at him. "Really, Uncle Tom, you can be thick-headed sometimes…"

"Draco!" Lucius chided lightly at his son, "you're should not be rude to your soon-to-be mother-in-law…"

Sirius snorted.

Tom narrowed his eyes, "Your father is right, Draco, I'm not thick-headed, even if I admitted I had this little nervous…" then he startled at the sudden realization, "excuse me, Lucius. But mother-in-law?"

Lucius ignored him and sharing an amusement look with Sirius. Then Sirius just shrugged and stared at Tom with a blank face. Bet he tried so hard not to laugh. Not yet. "You know, Lucius had this idea before. He want your son for Draco, right, Luce?"

Lucius nodded seriously, "Of course. Harry is perfect, despite his idiotic Gryffindor father."

"Hey, watch your mouth!" Sirius barked.

"Are you insane?" Tom shouted in rage, "My son's only eleven!"

"Better make a marriage contract now or we'll be late." Lucius replied calmly, as he pull out an enveloped letter from his pocket, "The truth is, I'm not here tonight for 'moral support' as our dear Molly had stated, but I had this contract to sign…"

"I SIGN NOTHING!"

Sirius chuckled lightly, "Umm… Tommy… this marriage contract's for Harry to signed, not for you…"

Draco and Ron watched the adults who had engaged into argument, before Draco turned his bored eyes to his childhood mate, "you know, I don't even want to get married. Stupid adults."

Ron smiled at the sight in front of him, "But I found it amusing." His freckled cheek blushed at the thought his best friend being engaged too early, "and I think this Harry person should be interesting, from mum stories. You should meet him."

"No." Draco refused immediately, as he turned back to parlor across the hall, didn't really care what had happened. Ron who saw his attempt to left, following his mate behind because it was sure he didn't needed to be here too.

"Why you always acted like this?" Ron narrowed his eyes.

"Why did you care? You can always switch with me and take my position in this engagement joke."

"What? No!"

"See, you don't want it too!"

"But I can't engage before all my brothers had. It's family rules."

"Hmph, what a lame family you have..."

"Hey! It's Pureblood rules!"

Draco sneered, "Yeah, and poor you for having five brothers."

Ron glared at his friend, "at least you're not my real siblings." He scowled as they arrive in front of the fireplace. Ron grabbed a full fist of green powder and threw it into the fireplace.

"Do you hate me that much?" Draco raised one of his eyebrows.

"Yes!" Ron shouted loudly, "I hate you and I hope your Father engaged you to Longbottom!", He stepped into the green fire."The Burrow!" he shouted.

After Ron being whisked away by the green fire, Draco moved to step into the fireplace, "Merlin, Ron… how could you giving me a horrid nightmare-…"

"Are you really lived here, Father?"

His movement stopped, as he heard a boy's voice from the hall. Draco walked back to the hall, then he saw a small figure standing under the huge crystal chandelier, beside the grinning James Potter.

The man tapped his son shoulder, "of course. This is our home. Now I need to find your mother. Wait here."

The boy nodded to his father, before lifted his hood off to get a better look around the hall. He was like a muggle. He dressed in muggle material, with a muggle bag hanging on his back.

Except his weird clothes, everything of him was beautiful. The boy had a lithe body with milky soft skin, glowed under the chandelier light. His face showed a flawless beauty by its perfection. Round eyes, small pointed nose, and pink lips… even that unruly black midnight hair looks exotic.

Such a complicated being he is. He's not beautiful in boring way like noble girls. He's not even dressed like Pureblood. He's more like… Weasley. He wore a filthy muggle stuff, but he looks elegant enough than any boys Draco knew. This boy even made him embarrassed by his own choice of clothes, and Malfoys always had the best! A Malfoy shouldn't felt so old-fashioned by a sexy little boy wearing muggle clothes!

Then, Nagini slithered to the hall silently, and hissed to the pretty boy. Draco watched the pretty boy turned, and hissed back at Nagini. Supposed they were greeted each other, and engaging into conversation.

That's before Nagini hissed something and the boy turned, now completely aware he had been observed.

Damn you, Nagini. Draco cursed mentally, because it was too late to retreat, and now their eyes are meet.

"You just came here to make fun of me!"

When James appeared in front of the dining room, he raised an eyebrow at three men inside. Sirius laughed, while Lucius smiled in amusement as Tom hissed angrily towards them.

"Leave my house immediately! I had this precious night planned perfectly and the last things I need is YOU TWO RUINED IT!" He bellowed, too angry to realize there's another person in dining room.

"I thought we have a private dinner tonight," James asked his husband as he walked to them, while nodded to their guests. Tom perked up at his arrival, before turned to face James, his nervousness back, "where is he?"

James smiled warmly as he threw his arm around Tom shoulder, "he's in the hall. I let him wandered alone when I fetch you here." He said, before turned to the guests, "and why are you here?" he asked, his smile widened because he can guess what their reason.

"I want to see your husband lost his patience…" Sirius grinned. He got a death glare from Tom, who still tucked under James arm safely, "and Tommy, your glare didn't scare me if you keep hiding under your husband arm. Honestly, I think it's kinda cute…" and he got a stinging hex for said it.

Tom sulked, "I'm not cute!"

Hearing this, James chuckled as he lowered his head to place a kiss near his husband' ears, "yes, you're cute, Lovely, or I wouldn't have a hard on right now…"

"Eww, Prongs, too much information…" Sirius yelped.

Lucius cleared his throat, before James showing more of his 'affection' towards Tom. "Actually, we're here for moral support - Molly said – and of course, I want your son to sign this marriage contract." He explained it calmly.

"I don't want Harry married to Draco! He'll eat my son alive!" Tom yelled in annoyance.

Lucius narrowed his eyes, "Don't say like Draco would really do it." He stated.

"But your son's an arse-…"

"Okay!" James interrupted, "nobody will sign marriage contract, Luce, because Potters always let their heir seek their own love out there."

"I doubted his capability, Potter." Lucius sneered.

James still smiled, yet his eyes turned cold, "Then I'll make sure to teach him properly, Malfoy."

Lucius stared back at him, "Better be." He knew this is the end of conversation, so he turned to Sirius, "You're coming with us, Siri?"

Sirius shook his head, his arm still stung from the hex Tom sent him, "nope. I'll floo to Grimmauld Place. Moony will kill me for coming home late tonight." He said as he tapped James shoulder, and gave a wink to Tom, "Have a good night, will ya? We'll wait till you introduce us properly."

James chuckled to his best friend, "sure, Padfoot. All of Family invited to Harry's birthday."

"Okay, I'll let Moony know it right now." He nodded and left immediately.

"Are you sure you want him meet us already? He'll get culture shock." Lucius said to the couple.

"Nah, he'll be okay. He's not that frail." Tom answered with a smile on his face, apparently his nervousness had been lighten thanks to the two pranksters, "besides, don't you want to know more about your son-in-law? Or you're changed your mind already, Lucius?"

Lucius waved his hand, "oh, please, it was a joke, Tom. Malfoys didn't into marriage arrangement anymore after my Grandfather died. Besides, this letter is from Hogwarts." He passed the enveloped letter to James, "Your son expected to attend Hogwarts this year."

"Finally." James took a relief breath.

"I thought it was late for him to attend this year at Hogwarts." The parents saw the letters with excitement shine on their face, before James turned to face Lucius, "It's lucky that we have bought the school equipments before. Thanks, Luce. We expect your family to come at 30th night. And don't forget to inform Molly."

"Of course." Lucius nodded again, before striding back to the hall, searching his son and his red headed friend, "couldn't left our big sister out of this or she'd killed us."

Harry gaped at the sight in front of him. He stood in one of greatest hall he'd ever seen, shining in gold and red everywhere. It's a circular hall with curved stairs, surrounded by the white pillars. The carved dome became the roof, with a crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of the room.

It had glamor and elegant view Harry almost giggled at his luck…

He didn't know when Petunia said his parents are Nobles, she meant it literally. He thought he will live at townhouse or some Victorian styled building when Tom pictured Wizarding World like a 19th century. The building, the fashion, the lifestyle, it was different so Harry needed to adapt. But he didn't prepare to live in this huge castle surrounded with lawn and numerous gardens. How he supposed to live here?

"Are you really live here, Father?" he asked James, who chuckled at the tortured face his son made. Sure Harry didn't even think his family can have this wealth it almost surreal.

The man tapped his son shoulder, "of course. This is our home. Now I need to find your mother. Wait here." And he departed to a long corridor, before turning left and vanished from Harry sight.

The boy opened his hood, wondering when he had it on before. He just standing there for minutes, stared at the crystal chandelier and smiling at its detail.

"Young Master."

Someone called him. Harry turned and saw Nagini approached him, her eyes shine in excitement, "it's nice to see you again."

Harry smiled at her warily. He still felt uncomfortable around her, "I think so. Where are Father and Mother?"

"In the dining room, they had a few guests."

"Guests?"

"Yes, and now, one of them stood in front of the living room archway. He's watching you."

Harry turned, and his emerald eyes met with silvery grey eyes.

A moment passed, as they just stood silent, judging each other personality by their appearance.

The boy was taller than him. He has silvery blond hair with aristocratic face, and pointed nose that snuck in the air. Dressed in gorgeous style of cloth, possibly expensive materials tailored in amazing details and screamed perfection everywhere. Harry knew if there is audition for Prince Character, this boy in front of him was the best candidate. Hell, he's even The Prince himself. This blond head made Harry forget he shouldn't blush madly or acting like he didn't have any dick between his legs. But it's JUST because the boy stared at Harry intently with those silvery grey eyes. What a dangerous eyes!

"N-Nagini…" Harry stuttered. He threw a side glance to the snake, "who is he?"

Nagini chuckled, before leave him without one word. It made Harry more nervous, because the boy now walking to where he stood, closing their distance, "pardon me for staring." His voice was firm, even if he still had his child voice. Unfortunately, it didn't diminish Harry nervousness. It only made his face reddened.

"Y-yeah…" Harry smiled sheepishly, and felt stupid at his uncontrolled attitude, "umm, my name is Harry…" he tried to being friendly to calm himself.

"I know." The boy nodded in formal greeting, "you're famous." he said it with blank face. His eyes never left Harry and it make Harry more uncomfortable. Argh, this tension killing me, he shouted mentally, say your name already! Or at least say something informal! Stupid noble!'

Harry keep smiling in hope all his emotion backed down. He didn't like to show it when this blond prince could masked his own emotion, "so, is there something on my face?"

The blond murmured softly, "Your eyes are green."

Harry smile widened. Oh, this boy must have something wrong with his brain to stated the obvious. "Tell me something I don't know." His voice trembled from holding his irritation. And where did his father go? Why father left him here, with this handsome yet weird bloke? Because if this boy said nonsense for once more…

"Your eyes… they're beautiful."

The smile on Harry face faltered. He froze as his cheeks burned with embarrassment. This is wrong. His eyes… these eyes shouldn't be beautiful. These eyes cursed. He preferred had cerulean eyes like Tom. It's bright, like the summer sky. And Harry is the fan of blue so he should prefer to have his eyes changed, right?

He shouldn't affected by what this boy had said.

"I..." Harry turned his face, didn't want to speak when the blond prince still staring at him, "I… umm… I don't even know your name… so…"

But why he can't stop thinking about it?

"Draco."

That was the blond name, because the boy turned his head at the voice. This voice came from a tall man with silvery blond hair. Harry turned at the man, who nodded to him in formal greeting. Then the tall man said again, "it's time to go home, Draco." His voice was low and held no emotion.

"Yes, Father." The boy named Draco nodded at his father, before turned to Harry and grabbed the younger boy hand. Then, Draco bring it to his mouth to kiss the palm softly,

"Farewell, Mia."

Lucius raised an eyebrow, as he saw Draco retreat from the brunette boy - who turned into stone - and join him.

"What was that?" Lucius murmured curiously when they stopped in front of fireplace, "am I should go back and make a serious marriage arrangement for you?"

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, "Are you still into that joke?" he asked in disbelief.

Lucius grabbed a fist full of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace, "No, till I hear what you called him, Draco." the fire turned green, and he stepped inside it, "you and I will have a long discussion about this. Malfoy Manor!"

The dinner was pleasant, and Harry found his love for Treacle Tart. He can't stop eating and expressed how lucky of him can be alive to taste it. It just as he began to stuff more than his stomach capacity, Tom rose from his seat, "Okay, that's enough." Finally, Tom took it from Harry, "I want you to grow up, but not with this." He smiled at Harry sulking face, "and you should be happy, dear, because your Uncle came to give us your letter from Hogwarts tonight. Do you want to read it?"

Hearing that he had letter from Wizarding School, Harry stopped mourn over his tart, and nodded rapidly as James passed him an enveloped letter.

Mr. H. Potter

The Glass House

Potter House

Winchestershire*

Harry opened the envelope and began reading the first page,

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, SupremeMugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at HogwartsSchool of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of allnecessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than August 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

"We're already bought your books and several equipment you need for school. You can find it in your bedroom," Tom said when he saw Harry read another page, "we just need to buy your wand and robes."

Harry nodded, as he read the other page seriously,

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

Harry eyes narrowed, "I don't want to wear pointed hat." He stated firmly.

"Why, little one?"

"It's lame. Can I just wearing hood? I like hood because it's make me more mysterious." He giggled when he continued reading,

His parents glanced at each other. James giving Tom questioning look but his husband just shrugged.

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emetic Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

wand cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set

glass or crystal phials

telescope set

brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

"Where are they selling all this things?" Harry wondered.

James sipped his wine, before spoke to Harry, "tomorrow you'll know where it is."

"And now, little one, you need to write the reply." Tom smiled brightly as the food vanished from dining table, and he conjured a parchment with a quill and ink, "write this: Dear Headmaster…"

Harry stared at the things in front of him with confusion look.

"What? Oh, please tell me you can write…" Tom said in panic, "I'll be damned if you can't write and Minerva will scolded me with, 'Professor Riddle, why did your child never do his essay? I hope it's not because you are too lazy to realize that he can't even write a single words!'

Harry rolled his eyes at his mother ridiculous thought, "no, I can write. I just never write with these before." He pointed at the quill, "Didn't any of you use pen here?"

"No. In here we're not using pen except you are a Weasley, and as a Pureblood, you shouldn't use the muggle pen."

"Why?" his son whined.

"It's more artistic with quill and ink!"

"No, it's nuisance!" Harry whined, "And pen was infused by ink, it's handier. So, can I use my own pen?"

"No." Tom glared, before smiled innocently at his son, "now write: Dear Headmaster…"

Harry scowled while his hand grabbed the quill and open the parchment, "okay, Dear Headmaster…?"

"I had read your letter and I'm so excited to attend your school. Just wait for me and I will bring many Chocolate Frogs for you as my gift. Thank you for everything you had done to my family…"

"Wait." Harry stopped writing, "what did he do for us? And why he got chocolates? And what is Chocolate Frog? Is it yummy?"

Tom just waved his hand, "keep writing, my dear…" and he continued, "And don't forget to raised my mother salary by the time you seen him. Or he'll let his adorable pet to wander around your office and feast on your nosy phoenix…"

"He had a phoenix? And why did he need to raise your salary? You already have all of this, and… wait… YOU'RE A TEACHER?"

James snickered at the sight in front of him, "he never told you, right?" the man chuckled when he saw Harry gaped in shock, "yes, Harry, he's a teacher in Hogwarts."

Tom nodded, "weird, I already told you before, but I guess you're too sleepy at that time, so, yes, I'm a teacher. Defense Against the Dark Art was my subject, so you will meet me often in Hogwarts. Now back to your letter, Harry, we didn't have all night…" he smiled warmly when Harry continued to write, "So you better think about it. And I'll make sure to visit you as soon as possible. Your beloved grandson, Harry J. Potter."

Silence come through the entire room, as Harry writing when mumbled lowly, "…arrived. Your beloved grandson, Harry J. Potter…" the boy stopped, and re-read the letter to find mistake, till he had realized that he was…

"HE'S MY GRANDPA?" Harry shouted. His paled face making James burst into terrible laugh. Even Tom chuckled at him and needed a minute to answer his son question, "of course, dear. The Headmaster is my father."

"But how could your surname is different from him?"

"Because your Grandma already pregnant with me when she married Marv Riddle, my step-father."

"Why she didn't married the Headmaster… I mean, Grandpa?"

"It's complicated." Tom simply stated, before take over the parchment from Harry and shoved it in envelope, "c'mon, Harry, we'll sent this letter."

"Where did you send it?" Harry stood from his seat, and following Tom out from glass-house. They passed the gallery and another corridor till they arrive at the hall. Seeing his previous spots under the chandelier, Harry can't help but thinking about a certain blond head he met not too long ago. His face blushed, when he remembered the weird thing Draco had said,

'Your eyes…they're beautiful.'

Harry shook his head. Must stop thinking about him…

"This way, Harry…"

His mother led him to the living room, to a huge fireplace at the center of the right wall, "usually we used owl, but I'm lazy to use it so I'll use floo to throw the letter to another place."

"Floo?"

"Yes." Tom grabbed a full fist of green powder, "this is floo powder. I'll throw it at the fire," he threw it and the fire turned green, "when the fire turned green, it means the floo network had activated, so you just need to shouted your destination, like, 'Hogwarts, Headmaster Office!"

The fire got bigger, and Tom threw the letter into the fire, "and this is how I sent my letters." He smiled proudly, "just hope that oldman got hit by it."

"Don't you think the letter got burned?"

Tom shook his head, "the percentage is small, because I throw it hard so maybe he's already reading it now…"

Just when he said that, the floo network activated again and a letter hit Tom right on the head, "ouch." The man winced, "gezz… that oldman…"

Harry ignored his mother and took the letter from the floor to read it,

Dear Harry,

It'll be nice to see you again, and yes, I'll wait patiently for my gift. It's your first gift so I don't want to miss it.

Harry, I don't deserve your thanks, because we're family and family helped each other, right?

As for your mother, I hope you said to him to stop inviting random people to shared class with him and began to teach properly. I think I'll consider raising his salary after saw him teaching full-time.

At last, I accepted your reply for our letter and Happy Birthday, Harry. I'm afraid I can't attend to your birthday, but I'll send Hagrid to you. He must be happy to see you again.

Your Grandpa,

Albus Dumbledore

Ps: Be careful with Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans

"He's funny." Harry giggled, "And he's right! You're just too lazy, Mother!"

"Oh, be quiet, Harry, I have my own reason inviting another professor into my class. I like to share knowledge."

"I don't know about that… But, what is Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans? Is it dangerous?"

"Nope. It's snack, Harry. A very delicious snack," Tom said carelessly.

"Why Grandpa said it dangerous?"

"Oh, please…" Tom rolled his eyes, then he spotted James in his study room, "now, little one, go fetch your father, he will show you where you sleep..."

Harry nodded, before walking across the hall to a smaller room with blue wallpaper, "Father?"

James turned to his son, and smiled lightly at the boy, "you're tired?"

"I think so…" Harry just shrugged, "it's almost the time for me to sleep…"

"Okay. Let's found your room. You need to rest for our trip tomorrow. Also, I will introduce you to our house elf." He led Harry to climb the curved stairs.

Harry looked interested, "we have house elf? Are they pretty?"

James snorted, "No, but they handy. C'mon, we're going this way."

They passed long corridors with a lot of portrait on the walls. Harry giggled at the portrait there. All of them look funny. He knew about moving picture, but it just tickled him a bit when he saw people wore ridiculous clothes staring at him intently.

"Is this Harry?" the biggest portrait, at the end of the corridor, asking James directly. That was a portrait of a black haired woman in red and gold Wizarding cloak.

"Yes, mother." James smiled at the woman. Harry surprised the portrait can communicate like this. It was different from the picture Tom had showed him.

"Well," Mrs. Potter turned to observe Harry, narrowing her eyes at the boy small figure, "short, isn't he? Did they give you food properly, honey?"

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Your adopted parents."

"Oh, they're good parents." Harry smiled innocently, much to Mrs. Potter pleasure, "Don't worry, Granma, they spoiled me. I'm just kept being short for my own purpose."

"What's purpose?" She asked curiously.

"I found it's cute."

James snickered and he tried to fake it with cough. He knew this story from Tom, but at the time he just laughed at his husband. But tonight, he admitted his son innocence was not innocent… enough. His mother in the portrait saw his snicker and she sneered at him, "Well, he just looks like you, boy. And you're not even there to encourage him. What a devil…"

"Yeah," James smirked at his mother, "it runs in blood, right?"

His mother laughed, "Supposedly." Then she looked at her family in amazement. "Okay, young one, it's nice to meet you. Now I would go to the main house to share this good news. Don't forget to visit us!"

And the woman went, leaving her portrait to nowhere. It made Harry confused and try to peek into the corner of the portrait, but his father explain to him,

"She's just travel to another portrait of hers. In this world, portraits of people who had died can do that." He gestured his son to follow him into another corridor.

"She's died? When was it happened?"

"Ten years ago. Now her portrait remains in Potter Main House, where my cousin Melanie lived with her husband, Rabastan Lestrange, and my Aunt, Megan Potter. They are the only people that left in my family."

"What happened with other?"

James smiled sadly at Harry, "Most of them was died." It was hurt when Harry saw his father clouded eyes, "but the war made all of Pureblood families united. Only Ten Families left, so we're become one big family."

"What is the Ten Families?"

"Ten Families was the Pureblood Wizarding Family who had their last pureblood heir** alive. You will meet several of them at your birthday party. They're our allies."

"How about the other? Are they our enemy?"

James laughed at his son worry face, "of course not. They are our acquaintance, too, but we thought you should meet with our nearest relatives first. Too much stranger to introduce will make you confused, son."

James stopped at one of the doors. Then he pointed at the double door in the end of the corridor, saying it was their room, so if anything happen Harry can just go there. 'Just knocked first or it'll be your own problem if we're in the middle of something' he said, and get yelled 'Gross!' from his son. Then James opened his son bedroom door, inviting Harry to come in and chuckled as the boy gaped again.

Harry can't help it but stared wide eyes at his new bedroom. It's like Princess Roomin fairytales with huge bed with canopy and white curtains, long and big armoires, not to mention a thick white rug on white colored marble floor. Everything in this room is white, and bright. Heavy decorated gold curtains covered the tall windows to give an accent, and he had his own bathroom. Even Dudley wouldn't complaint to sleep in this girly bedroom! This is heaven!

James saw his son's attitude in amusement and let him snoop around for minutes, before calling the house elf, "Buff!"

Harry stopped his attempt to peer into his wardrobe, and stiffed at the sight in front of him. There is a creature in green and red cloth standing beside his father. It has smaller figure than him, with big eyes and long pointed ears.

"Is he Santa's elf?" Harry asked curiously.

"No." James said in amusement, "of course not, honey. He's our house elf, Buff."

Harry stepped near and smiled lightly to the creature, "Hi, I'm Harry." He said excitedly, "Father, is he a toys maker?"

"He's not work here for that purpose."

"Then what he'd do?"

"He'll serve you anything. All you have to do is ask."

"Really?" Harry face brightened, "I want cookies!"

The house elves nodded, before disappeared and popped back a minute later, "this is your cookies, young master."

"Yay!" Harry grabbed his cookies, and after that, the father and son remained in bedroom. They spending time chatting, as Harry told his father about his previous life, and how he adored baseball game. Heard this, his father told him back about Quidditch, a famous Wizarding game. Just by explanation only, Harry wanted to play it badly, so tomorrow morning James promised to teach him using the flying broom.

"It's time for you to sleep, Harry." Tom appeared in front of bedroom door, and the pleasant conversation must end now. As Harry prepared himself to bed, his parents waited by his side until the brunette tucked under his comforter.

"It's such a long night..." Harry laughed lightly when the tiredness take over his body. James chuckled at his son, "I agree with you, son."

"Now sleep already..." Tom bent over to kissed Harry forehead.

Harry gasped at the disturbing pain over the kiss. But, the warmness and the nice scent from Tom slowly eased the electric pain so he kept smiling while his eyes drifted into deep sleep, "promise me..." he whispered.

"What promise, little one?" his parents asked together.

The sweet, lovely smile on him widened, "promise me when I wake up, you'll still stayed by my side..."

Tom and James threw a glance at each other, as the same smile drew on their face, "we'll promise."

And with that Harry let the sleep take over his consciousness...

Chapter 5: Unofficial Date