Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I don't own HP; just the Doggsons, Blaze, and the rest of my Ocs.

A/N: Anything in italics with a is supposed to be Gaelic. I just couldn't find an on-line translator. Regular italics are telepathy or thoughts to oneself.

It was an overly bright morning that Harry Potter woke up to. It took him a second to remember where he was, but he quickly recalled the past two days. He'd found out about his long-lost Uncle, Aunt, cousins, and he was in the guest bedroom beside Caleb's room. Caleb reminded him a lot of Sirius and the Weasley twins all in one. Boy that was a scary thought. They'd spent the rest of the day goofing off, teaching Harry to play basketball and baseball, and listening to music. Tommy and Michael had been appalled to hear that Harry had never heard anything by any of the metal bands from the '80's.

They'd quickly sat him down, pulling out old records from Twisted Sister, Van Halen (not the ones with Sammy Hagar though), The Cure, Poison, Motley Crue, Guns 'N Roses, and any other example of good, kick-ass music they could find. Nala had commandeered him in the early afternoon to help her with her garden, and they'd stayed outside pulling weeds and planting some lilies (he smiled at that) until Twister and Cyclone had run into the back yard hollering about some vampire movie on television. Nala had grabbed him and run like hell into the house when she heard it was 'Interview with The Vampire'. Apparently she was in love with Tom Cruise.

After the movie, which he'd thought to have been pretty good, they'd sat down to a wonderful dinner consisting of roast leg of lamb, baked potatoes, macaroni and cheese, and green beans. Conversation covered a broad range of topics; from Caleb's college classes at Duke, to Tommy's work at his clinic (he had a Master's in child psychology), someone was talking about something. And not just in English either. His Aunt was speaking rapid Gaelic to Nala while his Uncle spoke very rapid Italian to Michael.

Justin leaned close to Harry whispering so only he could hear, "Don't worry, you'll learn it eventually. We can do a charm that'll make you completely fluent in a language and it'll actually teach you the language as you go along." Harry nodded thoughtfully, Hermione would love to learn that charm. After dinner he'd gone up to his room and had pulled out some parchment and a couple quills. It was time to write the first of what would be a long series of letters this summer.

Three days later, Hogwarts Great Hall, 8 a.m.

Sirius Black sat at the table in the Great Hall at Hogwarts practically inhaling his pancakes to the amusement of his long-time best-friend and werewolf lover Remus Lupin. All conversation in the Hall stopped as Hedwig, his Godson's snowy owl, flew down, landing gracefully beside his plate. She dutifully stuck out her leg for him to take the letter, seeming very pleased with herself. As he was about to open the letter, it flew out of his hands and hovered in mid-air, gaining everyone's undivided attention.

Suddenly, to the shock of everyone present the letter began to speak in his Godson's unmistakable voice.

Hello everyone, I've decided to write aren't you lucky? insert cheeky grin It's early evening right now, about 7 pm and we've just finished supper. A loud crashing noise was heard in the background. Oooh, Caleb's gonna get it now. I hope Nala castrates him. Anyways, you're probably wondering how I'm doing this. Well it's a secret. I won't tell you. Hermione, if you're there, think of it as a little project for you to work on over the summer. And oh yeah, drag Ron to the library with you. He doesn't read enough. A loud groan could be heard coming from said red-head at the look of glee on Hermione's face. Sirius you, Fred and George just have to meet Caleb. He's like a combination of the three of you, except just a bit crazier. You know, now that I think about it, it totally scares the shit out of me. Sorry for the language and my weird way of speaking, but my cousins are starting to rub off on me. They have really foul mouths when they get riled up and so do my Aunt and Uncle.

We're going to go to Italy in a week or two, but next week we're going to Ireland. After we get out of Italy we will be somewhere in the States, haven't really found out yet, but cousin Twister's working on it. He's a real James Bond. Anyway, I'd better get downstairs, Tommy's gonna teach me how to play the electric guitar. I'll write more later.

Love, Harry

The letter floated back down to the table and neatly folded itself up while the others just stared at each other in amazement, barely noticing Sirius' bark-like laughter.

"Oh yes, he's definitely James' son eh Moony?"

Harry sat quietly in one of the window seats of his Aunt and Uncle's private jet. They had taken off just three hours ago and it would be another four before they'd get to his Aunt Rose's parent's house. Her mother Leane, and her father Alaric, would meet them at the front gates to the O'Connor ancestral manor. Blaze was in the seat beside him, drawing what looked to be two male angels reaching for each other. One had black hair with blood-red highlights, and the other had dark-blue hair with aquamarine highlights. Both had eyes of a deep black with stars in them. Their wings were silver, with the former angel's wings being tipped with gold, and the latter angel's with bronze. The one with black hair was lying on his back, hand outstretched to the lighter colored angel above him.

"Wow," Harry whispered. "Did you do that yourself?"

Blaze chuckled quietly so as not to disturb anyone sleeping. "Yeah, I did do this myself. I haven't always been able to draw though. When I was 12 I had an accident. I fell out of a tree from twenty feet off the ground and hit my head on about three of the branches on the way down. Luckily, there was a trampoline underneath so I bounced a few times before stopping. I woke up in a hospital two days later with the migraine from hell. A week later I discovered my new drawing talent. Pretty neat huh?"

"Only you could say nearly cracking your skull was pretty neat. Even Twister's not that nuts."

"Oh trust me, when you meet Aunt Rose's side, you'll find people even crazier than me. We're going to have so much fun corrupting you Harry."

Harry smirked. "And who said I was innocent? I've done a few questionable things in my time."

Blaze raised an eyebrow and merely asked "Really? What'd you do?"

Harry laughed as he said, "I had a threesome with the Weasley Twins in their sister's bed once." Blaze was speechless at this confession but after a few seconds he managed to respond.

"Damn Harry you're gonna get killed if you don't watch it. Women are awfully fickle."

"Is that why you're gay?"

"Hell yes. Makes my life much easier."

Alaric and Leane O'Connor waited by the front gate for their eldest child and her husband to arrive with their children and their newly-found nephew. Leane chuckled quietly and her husband looked at her out of the corners of his eyes. "What's got you laughing now woman?" He asked fondly.

"Oh it's nothing. Just how close the boy was to us all these years. Surrey's a lot closer to here than North Carolina, much less Italy." She thought it ironic that if they'd done a simple scan to focus on anyone of Doggson blood instead of just on specific people then they'd have found Harry a long time ago. Their heads turned sharply to the right, sensing a gathering magic just a little ways off. They started walking in that direction, and stopped when they saw the whitish glow of an incoming group of teleporters.

When the glow subsided they could see their son-in-law making sure that no one had gotten left, their daughter checking to see if they had everything, and their grandchildren chattering excitedly. Tommy was trying to keep his daughter from running to the fields to play with the ravens, and Michael was fighting a losing battle with Alex to get him to stop trying to follow his cousin. And then they saw who they assumed to be Harry. He was a little on the short side, lanky with a little muscle tone in his arms, flyaway messy raven hair, and eyes like emeralds. If there hadn't been a difference in build, and if he hadn't been wearing glasses, they would've thought he was Cyclone.

Zephyr and Alex had given up trying to run away when Harry had picked them both up and whispered something in their ears that made them giggle. Tommy and Michael looked very relieved while their wives looked amused. Leane snickered; men sucked at getting small children to listen to them. Well except for Harry that is. He looked very capable of dealing with them. What a refreshing change. I wonder if he can cook. Her husband snorted, having heard her thoughts. He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes. Woman I know how to cook.

Oh? I didn't know putting various meats and vegetables between two pieces of bread and pouring cereal counted as cooking. Alaric just smiled wickedly at his wife's sent thought and sent a reply. Of course it does.

And why is that?

Because I said so.

Technically you didn't say it, you thought it.

Smartass.

You know you love it.

Indeed I do my dear. Looks like they're coming our way.

Finally. They talk too much. Snorting with barely suppressed laughter Alaric walked forward, embracing his daughter while murmuring greetings in Gaelic. He then shook his son-in-law's hand while greeting him in Gaelic while Raul responded in his native Italian. His wife was making her rounds and nearly hugging the life out of their poor grandchildren while she fondly patted their great-grandchildren on the head and ran her fingers through their hair. Their granddaughters-in-law also got the life nearly hugged out of them as well. And Alaric watched as his daughter introduced a slightly-blushing Harry to Leane. His wife practically squealed as she hugged him and told him he could call her Great-Aunt. He nodded, trying it out already to Leane's delight, the word coming out flawlessly despite Harry not knowing Gaelic. Translation charm then. He stood at attention as Leane guided Harry over to him, the boy looking a little intimidated at Alaric's presence. I hope Rose didn't tell him all those old war stories about me. The poor boy looks like he's heading for the gallows.

"Welcome young one. I hope my daughter hasn't scared the figurative shit out of you with those old stories about my war days. I really won't bite your head off," here he grinned wolfishly, "unless you make a pass at my wife." Leane sharply elbowed him in the ribs, glaring playfully at him. "Oh shut up you old coot. Stop your teasing and let's get everyone settled in so we can eat. I'm starved."

"It's a wonder you're not fat." He took off as his wife chased him, screaming obscenities in Gaelic and yelling that she'd hang him from a tree by his intestines and light him on fire. Ah I love it when you get violent mo chroi. It's such a turn-on.

Oh be quiet you old fart. I'll just get you later when I tie you up.

He laughed raucously as he walked up the cobblestone walk to the front door, everyone following behind at a more sedate pace. They chatted quietly, Harry taking in everything at once and asking questions of Twister and Cyclone. Alaric went into a sweeping bow, holding the door open for his wife while saying "After you milady."

"Why thank you kind sir." She giggled while skipping inside, the rest just shaking their heads and smiling at their antics (especially the married ones grins). Harry stopped abruptly as they walked into the entrance hall.

"Bloody hell," he breathed softly. He couldn't believe it. The hall was just huge. Bigger than the Great Hall at Hogwarts even!

"Welcome to O'Connor's Glen Harry."

Ah an evil cliffy. At least this chapter was longer eh? Don't expect an update for a week or two because next week I have exams. Screams in terror Lol. Pray for me, for I am surely going to my doom. Review please and maybe I'll feel better.