Note: I do not own 'Harry Potter' but do own my own characters...If anyone can tell me where the idea of Larissa and her white hair comes from, I'll dedicate the next chapter to you...HINT: The author's last name is Golden...Enjoy...

I thought that was great news but the looks on the adults' faces were of shock and trepidation. Larissa looked too happy at the news.

"Does that mean I can live with someone else?"

"Until we know for sure, you will have to go back to your relatives," Professor Dumbledore said.

"You can't be serious, Albus. If there's no blood relation to Mr. Potter, there is no reason for him to go back. And He Who Must Not Be Named is gone."

I looked at my friend to see if she knew what they were talking about. She shook her head but paid attention to the conversation. I leaned back in the bed and fell asleep.

When I awoke in the morning, Larissa was asleep beside me in the bed. Anastasia and Professor Snape were in a corner talking. I slowly got off the bed and moved towards them.

"Severus, you shouldn't deny Larissa her father anymore. These last two years she's constantly asked when she would be able to see you again and now that we're here, you can't tell her to stay away. If you do, she will rebel and when it comes to her attending Hogwarts, it won't be pretty."

"Um, sorry to interrupt but could someone tell me where the washroom is?" I spoke up.

Professor Snape pointed a finger to a door on the other side of the room. I left them and got cleaned up. My ribs didn't hurt and my face wasn't bruised. When I left the washroom, Professor Snape was gone and Anastasia was sitting beside her daughter.

"Did they make a decision last night?"

"Severus just left with the Headmaster to speak to your so called relatives. Sorry for letting you hear that conversation between Severus and I. He's worried of the repercussions for Larissa."

We sat in silence as we thought of our own things. I was thinking of the years I spent with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia and the years that would have come if this revelation hadn't been found out. I didn't know what she was thinking about but she was staring at Larissa.

"If Aunt Petunia isn't related, what will happen to me?" I asked.

"We'll move and you'll come with us," Larissa replied, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"That may not be possible, sweetie."

Once Larissa was cleaned up, Madam Pomfrey walked us to a giant room which she called the Great Hall. The ceiling looked like the outdoor sky, bright blue with only a few clouds.

"Professors Dumbledore and Snape should be back soon. As it is the summer, the school is quite empty. Take a seat and breakfast will be served momentarily. Afterwards, I'm sure you'll want a tour of the school."

We were shown around the castle and the huge grounds. Madam Pomfrey told us to stay out of the Forbidden Forest and to be aware of what lives in the lake. She explained that most of the staff were on vacation over the summer holidays or she would have the groundskeeper Hagrid show us some interesting creatures.

"What's that over there?" Larissa asked, pointing out 3 circular hoops.

"That's the Quidditch pitch, where most of the injuries I see come from. I don't know much of the game except it gets violent."

"Maybe Professor Snape could tell us about it," I offered as we headed back towards the castle.

"His House team had been undefeated these last few years. Your father was quite the player when he was a student, Mr. Potter."

Both professors were waiting for us in the front of the large doors. I saw Professor Snape and Anastasia exchange looks and the small nod he gave her. Her arm came out and wrapped around my shoulders.

"We'll go to my office to discuss matters. Thank you, Poppy, for looking after them."

We walked through the castle until we came to a large stone statue. It resembled a bird and moved aside when Professor Dumbledore spoke a password. His office was filled with many weird and interesting things. I was looking at the moving portraits when a squawk was heard. Sitting behind the desk on a perch was the same type of bird from the statue. Its red feathers also gleamed gold in the light.

"That's a phoenix, Harry," Larissa said.

"Do you know a lot about the magical world, Ms. Romanov?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

"Mama tells me things and I have several books that my Papa gave me. I know that vampires are considered Dark creatures, beasts because they feed. Mama and Papa are worried how I'd be received when I come to Hogwarts."

"As you've just stated, they're believed to be Dark for a trait they cannot help. It is my understanding that you do not feed and are only part vampire. Hogwarts has helped one other student with special needs and we will be accommodating to you if the need arises."

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore. Her father has told me how trustworthy and understanding you are," Anastasia said.

"I'm sure he did," he said, looking at Professor Snape, his eyes twinkling.

"How?"

"You look like your mother but your personality is strictly Severus. I also caught part of your conversation in the hospital wing. Congratulations are in order, Severus. The rumors will run rampant again after the news spreads."

"What rumors?" I asked.

"Students believe I am a vampire."

I looked at Larissa and Anastasia before laughing. I couldn't help it. The others joined in and even with Professor Snape glaring at us, we couldn't stop.

"Headmaster, what of Potter?"

We quickly sobered up and I turned my eyes onto the old wizard. He had information that I needed to hear.

"Petunia Dursely is not your aunt. We were able to speak with her alone and after some persuasion, she told us that your mother had appeared on her family's doorstep much like you had. She had kept the letter that arrived with Lily and gave it to us, if you'd like to read it."

"If she's not my aunt, then why did they raise me?"

"She truly loved your mother like a sister. She was jealous that Lily was a witch and when you were sent to her, she now had a piece of her sister back with her. When you started to show signs of being magical, her jealousy grew and that is why she treated you the way she did all these years."

"So if Mum was left on their doorstep do you know who left her there?"

"It was Severus who had the thought. Why don't you explain it to them?"

"If Lily's birthday was unchanged by the Evans, there were two girls attending Hogwarts at the same time who bore a similar resemblance. Once was in the same year and the other was a few years ahead."

"OK. So let's go and see them. If they're not related, then we'll keep looking. I have to have family out there somewhere."

"There is a way of determining your maternal family without going off half cocked, Potter. Only you would go to a stranger and tell them they could be related to the Boy Who Lived and then dash their hopes when it turns out wrong," Professor Snape sneered.

"Papa, shut it. Sometimes you speak without thinking. Wouldn't you do the same if Grandfather Snape wasn't truly your father?"

His black eyes became smaller and he turned to face Anastasia. She shrugged and they both faced my friend. I grabbed her hand in reassurance and waited.

"Just after you visiting last time, Papa, he visited me at my school. I could tell he was related by his looks and the way he sneered at me. My teacher allowed us to visit and he told me he was your father. All he wanted to know was if I was like you. I told him yes but left Mama's abilities out of it. He started yelling how worthless I was and only a man stupid enough like my father could produce magical children. He had a hard time saying magical, as if it was hurting him. My teacher came before he could pull out the knife he had in his pocket."

"How could you not have known this happened?" he yelled, turning to Anastasia.

"Her teacher called to say there was an incident at school and Larissa was pleading with me to move. I thought she did something magical not have an old deranged man try to kill her. You told me he died."

"He should have. He was deathly ill when he left."

"Back to the matter at hand. Papa, how are we going to find out who Harry's relatives are?" the white haired girl asked.

"It's a combination of a potion and spell. The potion shows the paternal family and with the spell, it changes to show the maternal. It may need to be done twice if it reveals the Evans family first."

"Who are my potential relatives?" I asked hesitantly.

"Both families were on the side of the Light during the war, Harry. Both are purebloods and with either of them you have at least one cousin. It'll take Severus a couple of days to brew the potion. It's not one that we typically have on hand."

"Thank you, Professor Snape, for helping me."

He glared at me and looked at Larissa. She sat straighter and I could tell by her look, she was trying to goad him into saying or doing something. Anastasia grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the office and I looked back to the older wizard.

"Sir, does my father have any family left?"

"He had no siblings as his parents were older when they had him. His parents died before you were born. James did have some friends who were like his honorary brothers. You could always find two of them together, almost joined at the hip, while the others had lives outside of their friendship."

"Tell me about them please."

Over the next hour, Larissa and I listened to Professor Dumbledore speak of my father, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. He kept us entertained with the numerous pranks that they pulled off and of the Quidditch games they won. Whenever he spoke of Sirius, his eyes seemed to darken for an instant but his voice never wavered.

"Why didn't one of them take Harry? Why leave him with the Dursleys?"

"They were unable to."

"Why? Like you said, my father believed them to be brothers. Don't I have a right to know?"

"Sirius Black killed Peter Pettigrew and is in jail for it. Remus' health wouldn't allow a baby to be safe with him."

"If they were so close, why did Sirius kill Peter?"

"He is Dark."

Those 3 words threw me. I hadn't known about Sirius long but from all the stories I was told, there was no way he was against my parents.

"Prove it. He doesn't seem the type to turn from everything he knew. You said he got along and even loved Mum, yet you say he was one of those discriminating wizards. Did you have any idea of his so called allegiances before the murder? No one is that good. No one is that two faced," I yelled before storming out.