A/N: Yeah, yeah. I know. Why am I starting another fan fiction when I'm already in the middle of one and am taking forever to update it? I. Don't. Know. But I am. . . . . . . .Hope you like it! lol

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the other characters. Except for Will. I own him. And the plot. I own that too. . . . .But that's it. J

Warning: This will eventually contain yaoi/male on male/slash/smut/gay sex/lemon. Whatever you want to call it. I'm not sure who yet though. . . Harry and someone. If you have any suggestions let me know.


I sat quietly eating my meatloaf and trying to ignore the sound of Dudley shoveling whatever he could reach into his mouth. This was the first actual meal I had been allowed all month, since I had accidentally broken a vase while dusting, and I was having a hard time not looking greedy while I ate as much as I could.

Why did I have to be here? Why did Dumbledore have to insist that I come back to the Duersley's for Christmas break? Why couldn't I have gone with Ron or Hermione? Why did I have to-

Without warning Aunt Petunia reached across the table and slapped the fork out of my hand. "Slow down! We don't need you eating us out of house and home!"

I frowned and did as I was told, knowing what would happen if I didn't. I wanted to mention that Dudley had already eaten three times as much as me. But I still had a bruise that was healing on my right cheek and decided it was better to wait until it was gone before I did something to disserve another.

Suddenly there was a swish of air and the sound of flapping wings as an owl flew thru the open window. Uncle Vernon started yelling as I jump to my feet to grab the letter it would drop. To my surprise however the owl didn't go to me. It flew right past me and dropped the letter on Aunt Petunia's plate, then exited the same window with a flourish.

Everyone's eye were shifting between Aunt Petunia and the letter. Who would send anything to her?

"Again!" Uncle Vernon shouted. "How many. . .of them. . .are you in touch with!?"

Petunia just stared at the letter on her plate and shook her head slowly

"She's not," I said defending her for some reason unknown to me, "It's probably just Dumbledore again." I could still hear his mysterious voice delivering his secret message of just three words back in the summer before my fifth year.

"Go on and open it." I urged her on, wanting to know what was inside as much as anyone. "Just be glad it isn't a howler this time." Her face paled even more than before and she reached a shaky hand out and opened it.

I watched her closely as she read and was surprised at what I found. Her eyes got big and one hand flew to he heart. I couldn't have been sure but I thought I saw a tear in her eye.

"What is it?" Uncle Vernon said impatiently confused by her silence.

She handed him the letter and turned to stare at me. She looked surprised, confused, and . . . was that happy? Having never seen the expression on her face directed at me before I couldn't be sure.

Vernon finished the letter and stared at me as well. If I hadn't already known that the letter had to have something to do with me, this would have been the time I would have begun to suspect something.

"What?" I asked, genuinely confused.

And I was confused even more when Vernon started to laugh. It was quiet at first, but it grew in volume until it became almost mechanical. "This is it!" He shouted in between boughs of laughter, "We are finally getting rid of you!"

"What are you talking about?!" I really wanted to know now!

Aunt Petunia was still staring it me, but now she slowly leaned across the table and handed me the letter.

I opened it and read;

Dear Petunia,

It is my pleasure to inform you that we have located another relative of Harry's. Your own brother. It is a long story of how he got to were he is now, after being separated from you and your family thirty-one years ago. A tale, that he requested, he tells you himself. He has also offered to take Harry off your and your husband's hands for a while in attempt to get to know him better after his long absence. This is, of course, if he has Harry's consent. He will be arriving at 7 o'clock this evening.

I hope this will not be a inconvenience,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I was almost as stunned as Petunia was. My mom had a brother? He was lost when he was little? But it's okay because they just found him again? Why would he be in contact with Dumbledore? Was he the one who found him? What was his name? Was this why Dumbledore wanted me here over break? None of this was making sense. I had so many questions.

And then one thought popped into my head. He offered to take me off their hands! That means, take me away! Who knows though. . . He might be just as bad as them. . .but its not like it can get much worse. It either gets better or stays the same. Just with a different person. This is hope though. . . . I couldn't help but smile.

"7 o'clock. That gives us two hours to get ready." Uncle Vernon said, always concerned about appearances. "Go clean yourself up boy. You have to look nice if we want him to take you away from here." He had a wicked grin, but I didn't care. I was thinking the same thing.

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It was seven. He wasn't here yet. I could feel Vernon glaring at the clock as if it was it's fault that our guest was almost late. Petunia was worse though. She was a wreck with her eyes red from crying and her hair strewn about from the continuous shaking her head was doing. It was as if she thought that denying it would make it less weird.

And then the bell rang. Everyone froze for a second and then shot off for the entryway. We stood there neatly as was ordered by Vernon and watched as he opened the door.

The man who was standing there was not who I thought it would be. I was half expecting a male version of Petunia. A guy with a stiffness about him that hated everyone that thought different from him and someone who showed the signs of a hard childhood of growing up roughly after being lost on the street.

However, the man that stood there was anything but that. He had a messy head of brown hair, happy green eyes (my mothers eyes. . . .my eyes), and a slightly crooked smile across his young face. He was slim and slightly taller than normal, but looked like he could hold his own in a fight if he needed to.

"Hello," he said with a very friendly tone. "Is this the house of Petunia Dursley?"

Aunt Petunia took a step forward slowly stared at the strange man in the doorway and spoke for the first time in two hours, "Will?" He smiled wider and stepped inside as she through her arms around him and hugged him fiercely.

Vernon cleared his throat and looked unsure of what to do. "Let's move this to the living room, shall we?" He turned to me and added, "Take his coat."

The man turned his attention to me as Petunia finally let go and was lead away to sit down. He took off his long tan coat and reviled a tight, dark blue turtleneck sweater and nice, black dress pants. So, he had money. That completely through my living on the streets theory off.

I smiled at him as he handed it to me and turned to hang it up.

"You're Harry aren't you." It wasn't really a question, but I answered it anyway.

"Yes."

My back was still to him but somehow I could tell he was nodding. "I could tell. You look just like your mother. You have her eyes. My eyes too, I suppose. And her nose."

That made me stop and I turned around to face him. "Really?"

"Oh yeah." He smiled again.

It was infectious and I couldn't help but smile back slightly. "Everyone tells me I have her eyes. . . .But no ones ever told me I have her nose before."

"Well you do. I'd know that nose anywhere." He check to make sure we were alone and then looked back at me mischievously. "Between you and me. . . .Lily was my favorite sister," he whispered.

I smiled and struggled not to laugh despite myself. I think I'm going to like him, I thought.

"But, we should probably go in there now. It only takes so long to hang up a coat." He smiled at me one more time, then said somberly, "Lead the way."


A/N: Let me know what you think. This is kinda like a preview. J