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Chapter Two:

Harry wiped his tears away, it wouldn't help him to just cry about it. He looked about the room, walls and ceiling done in Gryffindor red and gold, with brown carpet, the room was large and expensive looking. Cherry red wood dresser and a bed with clean white sheets. Moving Quidditch posters were pasted on every wall. He'd seen this bedroom many times in the memories, it was his after all. Harry easily cast a Tempus, 8:00 a.m. Time to meet Other-Harry's-I mean my family. Weather i like it or not their my family now. Harry rubbed his tired eyes.

He walked the familiar route to the kitchen, braced himself, and opened the door. He saw them then as if in a dream. Bright red hair, intelligent green eyes a shade lighter than his own, heart shaped face, slim figure, unmistakably his mother was making breakfast. Messy black hair, happy hazel eyes behind round glasses, tan skin, tall, unmistakably his father was reading the newspaper. He forced back his tears.

Lily Evans Potter looked up as she set breakfast on the kitchen table. "Something wrong, Harry?" She asked, looking him over. His inheritance really changed his appearance. He was much thinner and slightly taller, his hair slightly longer and there was something in his eyes that worried her. James Henry Potter looked up to appraise his son as well. Harry panicked and made his expression blank. This was the wrong thing to do, as Lily's face just got more worried and James looked shocked and confused. So, Harry forced a smile. "I'm fine, just had a long night." he choked out. Harry sat down at the table with his family. A quiet scoff came from across the table, followed by whispered words he couldn't make out and a muffled giggles. "Rose! Mari!" Lily reprimanded his sisters having heard the whispers. His sisters.

Rose Alice Potter was 14 years old. She had messy, dark red hair down to her elbows and chestnut brown eyes.

Marigold Amity Potter was 13 years old. She had honey gold hair down to her shoulders and light blue eyes.

Harry blinked a couple times to make sure they were really there.

"Well it's true!" Rose exclaimed. "He only gets upset when he wants something!" Mari nodded. Harry hung his head to hide his smile. Rose always spoke her mind and stood up for whats right, a true Gryffindor. "Girls." James said. They both went back to poking at their food. "No, it's okay." Harry said quietly. Everyone looked up at him. "I-I mean...sorry. Please excuse me." Harry quickly rushed out of the kitchen and back to his bedroom, leaving his confused family behind to ponder his strange behavior.

Harry curled up up on his bed and took deep breaths to calm himself. Meeting your family, that you technically only know through memories, sure makes a guy nervous. He felt something bubble up in his chest and before long he was laughing. Tears came to his eyes. The whole situation was just so ridiculous. He died and was given a new life by some higher being. A life that was just so different. So... normal. No insane Dark Lord, just family drama. A life where he was free. It was incredible. The only catch being he'd been less than kind for most of it, but that could all be fixed. He could finally be happy. People would think him crazy if they saw him now, but if theres one thing he learned from Sirius, it's to be happy as much as you can. His laughter faded so he just stared at the ceiling with a goofy grin on his face.

Wandering through Potter Manor his feet carried him to a place he'd only been in on rare occasions. The massive double doors swung open to reveal shelves upon shelves of books. Hermione sure would love this. Harry ignored his feelings of loneliness and made his way to the sitting area. Once he was seated he reached into his core, which was much larger since his inheritance, and willed his magic out. He used it as an eye skimming titles and pages. A few accios later and he had what he wanted. On the table in front of him sat a pile of very thick, wordy books. Most of them were history books, he wanted to know if anything changed. The rest were pureblood etiquette and politics books. Harry grabbed the first book and started reading.

After a couple hours Harry had come to the conclusion that everything was the same in history leading up to the night he was attacked by Voldemort. That night Peter Pettigrew was supposed to be babysitting him. Peter let Voldemort in and he became the boy-who-lived. Neville's parents moved locations and didn't get attacked. After that things got much better for the wizarding world. Laws were made so that 'creatures' had equal rights since that was why they supported Voldemort. Besides a small group of people, himself included, everyone accepted this. More death eaters went to Azkaban, including Lucius Malfoy. Because of the use of Veritaserum the innocent were spared and the guilty were charged.

He had to shake his head once he finished the etiquette part of his study session, he'd broken a lot of rules. He vowed to do better from now on. He was just about to put his books away when the doors to the library opened and Marigold Potter stepped in. His sister gave him an exasperated and surprised look.

"Sorry for encroaching on your territory Goldilocks" Harry said, he'd decided to just be casual with his family. "I'm more of an action kind of guy anyway." Mari blushed at the nickname, how did he know that story? She wasn't as surprised at his actions, whatever was going on Harry was different, she wanted to believe it was permanent. Maybe he was up to something, thats what Rose would say. No more insults about her or her house. No more demanding attention. He was acting a little suspicious.

"Well," Harry said, rubbing the back of his head. "I've got some letters to write. I'll see you later lil sis." He left the room. Marigold wondered who he was writing to, last time she checked he didn't have friends, only fans.

Harry sat down at the desk in his room and composed his letters, making sure to use what he learned and be formal to the proper people. Almost everyone in his year got one, even Draco Malfoy, who was a good guy without his father's influence.

He finished he went down to the owlery and found Hedwig, glad that he had his owl He would move her up to his room soon, he promised. She flew to his shoulder and nipped his ear, then allowed him to tie the letters to her leg. He ended up only sending the most important with her and the rest with another owl.

Dinner was easier than breakfast. He was content to just listen to his family talk. After that, he ran to catch up to his sisters, handing them each a letter. "I wanted to give these to you personally." He said and took off up the stairs to his bedroom.

Harry flopped down onto his bed, he was emotionally exhausted. He wondered how the wizarding world would react to what he'd done. They'd probably all be shocked. He decided to just wait and see tomorrow. He had pleasant dreams that night.