Hey, so I know this one is probably a little late but I had problems with my computer and I couldn't get on to write this and post it. I'm also having a bit of trouble with writers block, which is annoying because I actually know where I want this story to go, I just am having trouble getting there but...anyhoo...I'm trying my best!

Let's get on with it shall we...

Chapter 6

Prongslet

Harry had never been so happy in his entire life. Even though he had only been with his parents for little over two weeks, it seemed to him as though the Dursleys, and all the suffering that went along with them, were miles away. Infact, Harry couldn't help but think with a grin, they quite literally were miles away. Miles and miles.

He would never forget the first time he saw his new home. He had been brought there, once again, by side-along apparation. He didn't think he'd ever like that feeling. After the dizziness wore off and he could breathe again. He was faced by the most beautiful house he'd ever seen. Granted, of course, it was a little worn down and had the look of a place long abandoned, but Harry thought it was just great.

It had to be called a house because it wasn't big enough to be called a mansion, however, it was a very, very, large house which was surrounded by very, very, large grounds. It was one of those big white affairs, with deep green ivy growing over one side of it and flowers lining the walk to the front door. The ivy needed a good trimming back and the flower beds had long been over run by weeds, but James said that the house of his childhood was almost how he remembered it and this was mostly due to Dumbledore keeping an eye on it.

The inside of the house was relatively clean but the air inside smelt musty and stale so the first order of business was throwing open the numerous windows. With the sunlight and fresh air streaming through, the Potters got a chance to look at their new home. The furniture was old fashioned and a bit worn with age, as was all of the decor, but the thing that made the Potters smile was the sense of warmth and home they got as they looked around.

When Lily and James were finally able to prise Harry away from the many pictures of his grandparents, his father in all stages of growth, his parents wedding day and of his own, infant, self (although James had been unable to tell which picture was baby Harry and which was baby James), they explored the upstairs of the house.

The house had three stories and each of the two upper floors contained lots of bedrooms and at least four bathrooms as well. Harry's grandparents' room was located on the second floor and was the largest one of all, it was empty for the most part except for the huge bed and great wardrobe. All of their valuables had either been passed on to James and Lily or put in storage. It was his father's old room that really captivated Harry.

Apparently his grandparents had left their only son's room untouched even when he married and moved out. Apart from some dust and the smell of age James' old was not any different from when he had last left it at age eighteen. The room was cluttered with evidence of adolescent life. Along the walls were moving posters of bands and quidditch teams in all different faded colours. The chest of drawers and bedside cabinet were covered with various odd objects but also pictures of James' Hogwarts days and of Lily and leaning against a wall on the far side of the room was an old broomstick.

"Dad..." Harry spoke hesitantly, "could I, maybe, have this room?"

Lily and James had promised him his own room and the choice to pick one of any of the rooms in the whole house.

"Of course you can Harry," James grinned ruffling his son's hair, "er...just let's clean it up a bit, and I think make sure there's nothing...inappropiate."

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Earlier that morning many things had happened all at once. Firstly Harry had met one of his parents' oldest friends, a tired and worn looking man called Remus Lupin, though James had referred to him as 'Mooney'. Remus was very kind and friendly and spoke to Harry as though he had known him for a very long time.

"Harry, it's wonderful to see you again," had been Remus' first warm words to him, "looking at you...It's almost like seeing your father again, the first time I ever met him. Could hardly have told you apart, except you've got your mother's eyes."

Harry hadn't gotten a very long time to get to know Remus before there was a very important arrival in Dumbledore's office, the Minister of Magic, one Cornelius Fudge. Fudge had been rattled, Fudge had been shocked, Fudge had shouted and ranted and called Dumbledore a mad man and his parents imposters, but in the end Fudge was forced to face to evidence and he welcomed Lily and James back into the world with a flurry of reporters and photographers.

Later when the reporters went away Lily and James requested an audience with the Minister to speak about some private matter that Harry felt very curious about. Remus, who spent the time while his parents were with Fudge talking to Harry, merely told him that the matter revolved aroud another friend of theirs who his parents were trying to help. Harry could get no other imformation out of him but was promised that all would be revealed in due time.

When his Lily and James finally exited Dumbledore's office, both wore smiles and James carried a small golden key. A key to the house Harry would soon live in for the remainder of his childhood. The house which the Potters soon got busy tidying up with Remus' help. Thankfully this was not too difficult as Dumbledore had summoned to Hogwarts his old friend Ollivander, a famous wandmaker, who provided new wands for the Potters.

That night Harry slept for the first time in the comfort of his own room in a very large and soft bed and the next morning he ate a breakfast cooked by his own mother with his parents in the kitchen of his new home. Yes, Harry had never been happier, even when his parents received a summons from the Ministry of Magic at around mid day, announcing that they were to attend a hearing at the Ministry. They kissed Harry goodbye and promised they would be back as soon as possible. Remus stayed with him again, they played exploding snap and Wizard's chess, which was much more fun than muggle chess, and Remus told him a few happy stories about when he was at school with his father. Soon it got late and the sky grew very, very dark but Harry struggled to keep his eyes open because he wanted to be up when his parents got back.

Yes, he'd be up when they got back...

Up when they got back...

Up...when they...

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Harry woke with a start that morning and realised he was in bed in his father's old room, his own new room. Someone must have moved him there sometime during the night because he distinctly remembered falling asleep on the downstairs couch. He saw in the corner of his eye, the time on the clock hanging above the door. It was ten in the morning, he never slept that late, ever. Aunt Petunia hadn't allowed it. For a moment he worried he'd be in trouble but then he remembered that his parents were absolutely nothing like his aunt and uncle.

Just the thought of his parents had him leaping out of bed and rushing down the stairs. He had missed their return home last night and needed to see them again. He smelt the scent of coffee and french toast coming from the kitchen and ran there only to see his mother and father chatting away merrily with a ragged looking stranger. Harry stared in amazement at the man.

He was tall and skinny, with a thin gaunt face and grey, haunted eyes, his black hair was limp and dull and long. He had the appearance of a once handsome man who had lost his brilliance in some terrible ordeal.

He soon caught Harry staring at him and a swift smile overtook his face and for an instant he looked young and buoyant, though the eerie look in his eyes did not completely vanish.

"It isn't the Prongslet!" Sirius cried happily, turning in his seat at the breakfast table to get a better look at Harry, who was still staring at his in wonder.

"Er...good morning..." Harry said nervously, unsure of how to respond and not completely sure what the man had just called him and what it meant.

Sirius shook his head, still grinning, and walked towards Harry, suddenly Harry found himself swept up in a tight hug.

"Now is that any way to greet your godfather?" he asked smirking at Harry's look of surprise.

So sorry for how long this took, I've had a bit of a block on how to get this story where I want it to go, like I said before, I know where I'm going, it's just getting there that's tricky. That's life, eh? Anyway, sorry if this chapter seemed a bit rushed, more to come asap. Also if you have the time check out my new story 'Iabella Swan and the Magic Within, you don't have to like twilight to read it, Its set in the Wizarding World, I'm just borrowing the Twilight characters. Give it a chance, I'm thinking it has potential.

Please review if you liked and even if you didn't, constructive critiscism is welcomed and heeded and if necessary explanations can be offered. Hoped you enjoyed this chapter, till the next...