AN: Some of you have expressed concerns that this is going to be a bash!everyone fic. So far, it's only Dumbles, Ron, Ginny, Molly, and a little Hermione. I probably won't be adding anyone to that list, and only three of them are going to definitely STAY irredeemable until the end. So with that in mind… onward!

Previously:

The first thing he heard was a voice he didn't think he would hear except for in his nightmares, screaming to be killed in his stead. His Mother.

"Harry? Is that you, Darling!?"

Harry couldn't believe it. He knew before he entered this room that it contained a portrait of his parents, but nothing could have ever prepared him for hearing his mother's voice when she wasn't screaming for mercy that would never come. He stood transfixed, merely staring at the portrait, for three whole minutes before his father coughed awkwardly to gain his attention.

"Er… son? Why're you so tall? Shouldn't you only be a few years old? What's going on?"

"Yes, Harry what's happening? The elves hung us three whole days ago but wouldn't tell us anything and we were beginning to think that something terrible had happened to you."

Harry finally snapped out of his stupor and slowly shuffled over to the wall where the portrait was.

"Mum? Dad? Oh Merlin do I have so many things to tell you. I never thought… so much has gone wrong… I don't know where to start."

"The beginning is usually the best sweet heart."

"Right then."

So Harry began at the beginning. He told his parents about the confrontation between Sirius and Wormtail that resulted in Sirius's unlawful imprisonment. He told them that the Headmaster sent Hagrid to fetch him from the ruins of their house and shipped him off to the Dursley's. James almost had an apoplectic fit when he heard this. He had met Lily's sister and the whale that she had married.

"What about our will? I knew how she treated me and we were nearly the same age. I shudder to think what she would've done to a magical child."

"Not would've done, mum. Did."

So Harry went on to describe his treatment at the hands of the Dursleys. Doing nearly all of the cooking and cleaning from the age of four onwards, the beatings he received for doing accidental magic, his cupboard. He told his parents everything. All three of them were weeping together over the travesty of his childhood by the time he reached his eleventh year. He continued his tale with the events of his first year, ending with the 'traps' set for Voldemort which were all easily bypassed by a group of first years. He told them about his second year, and the machinations of Lucius Malfoy in opening the chamber of secrets. When he got to the story of the chamber itself and how he destroyed the diary both of his parents got very, very pale.

"Lily, that journal, that could only have been…" he was cut off by Lily.

"Yes James I know perfectly well what it was but we shouldn't speak of such things in front of Harry." This rather pissed Harry off.

"If you two are referring to the fact that the diary was a Horcrux, then I am well aware. I have already had enough lies of omission from Dumbledore, I don't need you two to start coddling me now." Both of them were shocked that their son was aware of such dark magic at such a young age, but on the heels of that thought was the thought that their son had never really had a chance to be young, and they should treat him as being as mature as he had been acting. His mother spoke for both of them.

"We're sorry Harry. We just aren't very comfortable talking to our child about that foul branch of magic. We won't hold back again."

Satisfied, Harry continued with the story of his third year, and Sirius' breakout from Azkaban. His father whooped with joy to hear his friend had come away from that placed with most of his already questionable sanity intact. But this just raised a difficult question for Lily.

"Sweetheart," she asked Harry "if Sirius escaped from Azkaban, then why isn't he here with you now?"

Harry's eyes clouded with guilt, rage and loss and the elder Potters understood that Sirius was no longer among them.

"Oh, Harry. You've been so alone all these years. I know we can't actually comfort you, son. And we are only impressions left behind when we died, but we're here now, in whatever capacity." Harry began to cry again at his father's words.

"Dad. After nearly sixteen years of nothing, being able to speak to you at all is more of a blessing that I ever hoped for. Don't feel guilty just because you are stuck on that wall."

This caused his parents to laugh, and the sound of their laughter washed away the lingering feelings he had at that moment about Sirius's death and allowed him to continue onto his fourth year. He told them about the tournament and how he had been forced to compete by the Headmaster because of a magical contract. This caused Lily to frown.

"That isn't how magical contracts work, at all. They can only be entered into by the person that they govern. Had you actually put your name in the Goblet it would've been unbreakable, but since you didn't, whoever placed your name there in your stead was the one who risked losing their magic. Who was it?"

"That'll come at the end of the year, Mum. But I'm sure Dumbledore knew that and was hoping I would die in the tournament anyway." This elicited shocked gasps and protestations from parents. He held up a hand to silence them and hastened to explain.

"The Headmaster thinks I have to die in order to rid the world of Voldemort. He is wrong, but with the information he has he is doing what he thinks is best for the world, even if it meant me growing up in hell so I would look at his like a savior and lay down my life when he asks. I'll never forgive him, but I can understand his actions. You'll understand more once I tell you what happened this past year."

He told them about winning the tournament with Cedric, and what it led to. When he mentioned Wormtail's part in ritual that resurrected the Dark Lord, his father merely growled but his mother snarled and looked as if she wanted to climb out of the portrait to make the little rat pay.

That tale of his fifth year was by far the hardest, as it was both the most traumatic and most recent. He told them about the Ministry stooge that Fudge had placed at Hogwarts to work on discrediting both Harry and Dumbledore all year, and how she had taken her mandate to far once she got a taste of the power she wielded. Use of veritaserum on a minor would've gotten her 10 years in Azkaban per offense, but using a Blood Quill to make a student write lines even once would've earned her a lifetime sentence. Harry didn't understand why it was such a great offence until his father told him it was possible to perform blood magic with the blood collected from it, and blood that was forcibly taken in such a way could only be used to harm the person to whom the blood belonged. Harry immediately summoned his elves and dispatched them to track down every single place that Dolores Umbridge had ever lived and search it until they found the scroll that contained his blood, or any blood scrolls they found for that matter. Harry wasn't the only student to suffer under Umbridge's quill. He then got to the hardest part of his story, the events following his History of Magic OWL.

He delivered this portion of his story in a subdued monotone and hung his head when he told his parents about Sirius falling through The Veil, and how he had attempted to use the Cruciatus on Bellatrix. He told them about finally hearing the prophecy and how he had destroyed most of the Headmaster's office in his rage that the old man hadn't just told him what was being guarded and that it would've been impossible for Sirius to retrieve. He wouldn't have fallen for Voldemort's trap then and he would've tried harder on his own to learn Occlumency in spite of how his mind had been ripped open by Snape. His father snarled at the mention of Snivellus of all people being allowed to rip his son's mind open for his Lord. It sickened him that the Headmaster had fallen so far.

"So to answer your question from earlier mum, Sirius isn't here because I was an idiot and allowed myself to be tricked, Snape was a bastard who instead of instructing me on the use of Occlumency had just raped my mind and left it open and bleeding for Voldemort, Dumbledore was a manipulative shit who guards his little schemes way too much, and Sirius was a fool for not taking Bellatrix seriously. I got my revenge on her though, as soon as I became Lord Potter-Black I threw her out of the House of Black for her treason against the previous Lord Black. I called her magic home, and now she is a squib and probably dead by another Death Eater's hand." Both of his parents managed small smiles through their tears at hearing that he had taken out one of the most feared Death Eaters by remote. Lily spoke first.

"Harry. You must not blame yourself for what happened that night. By your own admission you did everything you could think of to try and ascertain Sirius's whereabouts. You've never been able to trust adults up until this point and Albus has trained you quite well by throwing you to wolves too often. It doesn't surprise me you rushed to his rescue. No matter that he wasn't in danger, you still set out to rescue him not get him killed. It was ultimately Dumbledore holding things back from you that caused this Harry. And I'm positive that where ever Sirius is now, he's forgiven the sliver of blame that might be laid at your feet."

His mother's words went a long way to freeing Harry of the guilt he carried. He had not expected to trust his parent's portrait so much that he automatically took what they said as truth, but his heart was being healed nonetheless.

"Right then. The next part of this story is what happened after I left Dumbledore's office that night. I need you two to understand the severity of what I'm about to tell you, so in regard to that…" Harry took a deep breath, "I, Lord Harold James Potter-Black do swear upon my life and my magics that everything I am about to reveal is, as far as I am aware the absolute truth, so mote it be." His father frowned at him.

"Magical vows are not something to be taken lightly Harry. Should you accidently lie, it'll claim your life. We would've believed you without the oath, son, whatever it is." His mother nodded along.

"I know they aren't, but you probably wouldn't believe what I'm about to say without it. I met Merlin."

Both of his parent's jaws dropped open with shock. Since Harry was still sitting there looking at them and not slumped over dead they had to believe him, but they didn't understand how such a thing was possible. So Harry told them.

He gave them a verbatim description of everything that Merlin had relayed. Thanks to his new skill in Occlumency, he could recall it with near perfect clarity. As he continued his parent's mouths dropped lower and lower until it seemed like they would have to dislocate their jaws in order to open their mouths any wider. He reached the end of his time with Merlin when he told them about waking up with Fawkes ready and waiting to donate what he needed to perform the cleansing ritual. Having gotten through all of the really heavy things Harry concluded his oath.

"The information I intended to relay under the auspices of my oath has been spoken, so mote it be." He felt the magic release him. He could now leave out a detail or misstate a fact without the magic taking his life for it.

"Sorry, Dad, I'm sure Mum understood more of that than you did having been exposed to Muggle science fiction, which is exactly what this story sounds like, but do either of you have any questions?"

"You have the knowledge of the whole of Hogwarts crammed into your head?"

Harry nodded. He then explained that that also included the Professors journals and notebooks and that that was how Harry had found out about the Horcruxes, including that he was one. His parents were mortified until Harry explained that Merlin didn't seem all that worried about it and appeared to have a way of removing it without killing him. This also answered the question in their minds about why Albus could possibly ever want to kill Harry.

"We're part alien?" At this question Lily smacked him on the back of the head.

"James!" Harry just chuckled.

"Technically, no. Since the Alterans seeded this galaxy with a more primitive form of their own evolution, we are all the same species, even muggles. We are just further down the evolutionary road than they are since we descended from full-fledged Alterans that were on the cusp of ascension. Especially me since the Chair kick started my evolution. I'll level out at about the level the Alterans were when they arrived in this galaxy. So will anyone who sits in the Chair I think. I plan on making another trip to the outpost in the Antarctic soon to begin learning about Alteran mathematics, physics and sciences."

"What are the rest of your plans, Harry?" Ever the practical one, this question came from his mother.

"Well, for now I need to learn as much as I can and begin to exercise my magic to fit it with my newfound knowledge. I need to feel out potential allies. Once this bit of filth is out of my skull I need to confront that Headmaster. He cannot be allowed to continue in his flawed thinking about my fate. It wouldn't do to have him working against me. I need to train those allies in the Chair once I find them. I need to investigate the Potter and Black vaults for useful items. I need to find out where this planet's Astria Porta is and get some up to date intelligence on the state of the galaxy. Everything Merlin told me was a bit dated and more of a history lesson than a tactical breakdown. I need to track down the rest of the Horcruxes and deal with Voldemort and his Death Eaters. I need to convince the magical world to take to the stars."

"That sounds a very well thought out series of goals, Harry, even if it is lacking in execution for now. Tell us the rest. How did you find your way to Potter Manor if Dumbledore stuck you with the Durselys again?" His Father asked.

"Well, that all got started after the cleansing ritual. When I performed it, the focus materials for the ritual were consumed by the ritual magic." Lily frowned, not understanding the significance, but James understood and began to turn red and quake with anger.

"Your magic was still bound?! At 15? Is he mad? You could've been made a squib, or worse exploded your core and taken half of the school with you in the backlash. We bound your magic when you were still in the womb, Harry because you were even then having bouts of accidental magic. You would summon Lily food anytime she had an odd pregnancy craving. When the pickle jar attached itself to her stomach with a sticking charm that took both Sirius and I to undo, we knew we needed to do something. To not have removed those when you entered school is BEYOND criminal and delves into the realm of insanity!" Lily understood the significance of those ritual components being consumed now and was just as angry as her husband.

"Harry, how were you able to cast magic through your bound core? I don't understand." Harry had given this some thought while he was in the bath that morning.

"I have a theory, but neither of you are going to like it. Even with the bound core I was still doing accidental magic. Most of that accidental magic was used either healing myself after Vernon and/or Dudley knocked me around, or conjuring sandwiches when they didn't feed me. I probably would've died without some of those bouts of self-healing, so I think my magic knew I needed it badly enough to work around the blocks. Now that they have been removed I've had a pretty large increase in magical strength. Enough that I can do most OWL level spells wandlessly now."

Harry was right and neither of them were particularly pleased about hearing that it was his abuse and starvation that had expanded his magic, but were suitably impressed with his abilities nonetheless.

"Back to your original question. The night after I performed the cleansing ritual I made my way to Gringotts. I ended up meeting with the Black Accounts Manager incidentally. I claimed the Potter Lordship and after an adoption ritual Sirius set up in his will, I claimed the Black Lordship." His father whistled.

"Those are two of the oldest Houses still around, Harry. The fact that you are the head of both of them gives you quite a bit of political power. That should definitely open doors that would otherwise be closed to you."

"Oh? What kind of doors?"

"Well, you can call for a Vote of No Confidence for Fudge. Usually it is only the Chief Warlock or a collection of at least five Ministry Department Heads that can do that. The fact that you are a Lord twice over gives you that right, however."

"That… will come in extremely handy."

"Quite."

"While I was at Gringotts I found out quite a few other things that Dumbledore has been doing that I can't explain under his 'must-save-the-world' banner."

He told them about the automatic withdrawals that had been setup for the Weasleys as well as the fraudulent marriage contract he drew up for Ginny. His mother was particularly incensed that the old bastard had tried to force her baby to marry some Weasley tart. His father was apoplectic for a different reason.

"THAT is attempted Line Theft! There is a reason that a Regent cannot confirm marriage contracts for a Noble House. If the Wizengamot finds out about that one, Dumbledore will find himself Kissed between he could sneeze. The Wizengamot is comprised nearly of only purebloods, and they would be appalled that a Regent of any House had attempted to marry off the scion of a Most Noble and Most Ancient House to a minor House! You can marry whoever you like Harry, and it should be for love, not station, like it is with me and your mother."

"Oi! Lowered your station, have I?" James blushed.

"No, of course not Lily. None of this codswallop has ever mattered much to me and you know that. But to the people to whom it is important, this is something they will not take to kindly."

"I can understand that Dad, I guess."

Just then his elves returned with a rather large crate.

"Harry Potter-Black, sir! We be finding all of the nasty woman's blood magic things. We be having no trouble since nasty lady doesn't have any elves, sir!"

"Good job Tilly. What did you guys find? That seems an awful big crate for some parchments."

"Oh there is being a lots of parchments sir, as well as some nasty potions to use with thems. We be taking everything so nasty toad-lady cannot be doing anymore blood magic sir, because we also be taking her blood-suck quills!"

"Quills? How many did she have?"

"Twelve, she be having twelve quills, 48 different scrolls of blood, two dark potions ready to use that would kill whoever's blood is mixed in and lots of dark potions ingredients sir. Like desecrated unicorn heart, sir."

"Desecrated?" James had turned green while Lily was throwing up behind him in the portrait.

"You really don't want to know, son." Based on that Harry was able to guess and his stomach twisted. How could someone possibly even CONSIDER doing THAT to a unicorn, of all creatures.

"Were there any ingredients that aren't so foul?" The elves shook their heads. "Destroy them all then. I don't know how to put that poor unicorn to rest, but I don't want these things being used. Ever. So burn them. Are the blood scrolls labeled with names?"

"Yes sir."

"Destroy all the ones from students from last year, but let me look at the ones from the adults. We might get lucky and snag a few Death Eaters. Save the completed potions."

The elves nodded and popped away with the crate to sort through and then destroy most of what they had gathered. His parents had recovered from their shock of hearing about the levels to which Dolores Umbridge would sink for power, but now where looking at him bewildered.

"Blood magic, Harry?"

"Well, mum, I've already done blood magic. The cleansing ritual I used to get rid of Dumbledore's tracking charms and the Ministry Trace as well as the blocks on my core was blood magic, dark magic. I'll give it to you that this is a whole other level from that, but that woman was prepared to use those potions on any number of individuals, most of whom were children. I'll not suffer that thing to live long enough to try something like that again. One of her potions is for her. The other will be used to blackmail the highest ranking Death Eater that she managed to… collect."

Lily sighed. "You're at war Harry. We understand that there isn't very much Light Magic that can be used to assassinate an enemy during wartime. Just don't lose yourself to it Harry, or you'll live to see yourself become that which you are fighting against."