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"Mum," whispered Lily, from her portrait.

To say that Lucy Malfoy was shocked would have been an understatement. Luckily, there was a chair behind her as she collapsed.

"Is this real?" questioned Lucy, looking at her grandson.

Harry nodded.

Lucy turned back to the portrait, not saying anything, just looking.

"Lily," she whispered after a while. Just saying her name made it all too much for her. She started to tear up. Her daughter was there in front of her, talking to her. Lily may not have been alive, but she was glad to have been blessed with this chance.

Neither one of them spoke. What did you say to your dead daughter, who you didn't know about til a few weeks before? What did you say to your mother, who you only found out about who she was a few months before your death?

"You look a lot like my parents," said Lucy.

Lily smiled, this was the first time that she had heard that. Once she found out that she was realted to the Malfoy's, she had wondered about why she had red hair and green eyes. Maybe she was destined to be with James, as people say that a Potter always falls for a redhead.

"That's the first time I've heard that," said Lily.

"I've wondered-" started Lucy

"Wondered what?" asked Lily.

"Why you never came to find me? I mean when you found out," said Lucy.

"We were in hiding from Voldemort. The Malfoy's were a family known to follow him. I couldn't just come out of hiding for a quick chat," said Lily.

Lucy looked confused, "Why were you in hiding?"

Lily didn't answer. She looked at James, then looked at Harry.

"I already know why," said Harry.

His parents stared in shock. Sure, they if they'd have been alive, they wouldn't have kept him in the dark, but they were shocked that Dumbledore had actually told him.

Lily and James began to tell the tale of when Dumbledore approached them, with a prophecy that could have been about their unborn son...

Lily and James Potter, were sat in the living room of Potter Manor with James' parents. An owl came through the window and headed for them.

Mrs. Potter,

I have some news that may disturb you. I can't tell you in a letter, because it might get intercepted.

If you have the time, would you come to my office at Hogwarts?

All will be explained soon,

Albus Dumbledore.

P.S - You should be aware of my love for lemon drops.

Lily and James stared at each other, wondering what the disturbing news might be. Hoping that it wasn't a death in the order or of a close friend, they headed to Hogwarts.

They arrived at Hogwarts and luckily for them, it was the christmas holidays so not many students were about.

Reaching Professor Dumbledores office, they gave the password and they made their way in to his office.

They sat down in the seats opposite him at his desk.

"What's this about P-Albus?" asked James.

Albus sighed, "Over the summer, I was searching for a new divination teacher. I was interviewing one Sybil Trelawney and disappointed I started to leave, when she went in to a sort of trance and she started to speak. She gave a prophecy, a real prophecy which is recorded in the Department of Mysteries."

"How does the prophecy have anything to do with us?" asked Lily, confused.

"It told of the coming of a boy, who would have the power to vanquish Lord Voldemort," replied Albus.

James asked, "What did the prophecy say?"

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..." said Albus.

"What, what does that mean?" asked Lily.

"I believe, that it could mean either your unborn child, or the Longbottom's unborn child," replied Albus.

"No, no. It can't mean our child. It can't. We don't even know if we're having a boy," said Lily, scared for her unborn child.

"Your child and Alice and Frank's child are the only children I know of that are due at the end of July," said Albus.

"Wait. You said that Voldemort will mark him, does that mean that it might not be Harry?" asked Lily, hopeful.

"My personal belief is that he will go after your child, as your child will be a half blood like himself," replied Albus.

Lily and James were shocked at that.

'Wait, you mean to tell us that Voldemort, the one who intends to "purify" the wizarding race, is actually a half-blood?" asked James.

Albus nodded.

"I think that when your child is born, you three should go in to hiding. Alice and Frank should as well," he said.

Lily and James looked at each other, as if silently conversing. They looked back at Albus and nodded...

Lucy Malfoy looked angry once they had finished.

"The only reason you both died, was because of some stupid prophecy. How did Voldemort even find out about it?"

"Severus Snape," said Lily.

"Severus?" questioned Lucy.

"SNAPE?" shouted Harry.

"Severus, was standing outside the room in which Sybil was telling the prophecy. He heard half the prophecy and told Voldemort. He didn't realise who he was endangering," replied Lily.

'What do you mean that he "didn't realise who he was endangering"?' asked Harry.

"Severus was..." Lily sighed. "He was my best friend. The one who first told me that I was a witch. We were best friends until fifth year. Fifth year, he called me a mudblood after I tried to help him-"

"When he was being bullied by the marauders," interrupted Harry.

James stared at Harry, "How do you know that?"

"I accidentally went in to his pensieve, and that was the memory I saw," replied Harry.

"You accidentally went in to his pensieve?" asked Lily.

"Okay fine. I went in to his pensieve, to get him back, because he was seeing all of my memories when he tried to teach me occlumency," replied Harry.

"Snivellus was teaching you occlumency?" asked James.

"James!" shouted Lily.

"Sorry Lils," he said.

"Dumbledore made him," said Harry.

"That's Professor Dumbledore Harry," said Lily and Lucy.

"Why would Albus do that? He knows that he hates me, so it's quite obvious that he would hate my son," said James.

"He's also my son James. Severus was my best friend, and he was always apoligizing for what he did, he wanted to be friends again, I just wouldn't," said Lily.

"I'm just James Potter's son to him. He hates me," said Harry. "Although he did save me in my first year, from falling off my broom, when Professor Quirell jinxed it."

"What?" shouted Lily.

"A Professor jinxed your broom?" asked James.

"He was being posessed by Voldemort," replied Harry.

"I thought he was dead then?" asked Lucy.

"A disembodied parasite," said Harry.

Lily and James looked at eachother. They whispered to each other, then nodded.

"Harry, that sounds like horcruxes," said James.

"Horcruxes? James, I wouldn't have expected you to know what they were, considering you are a member of one of the light families," said Lucy.

"I'm fairly familiar with the dark arts, I just don't practice them or use them. You can't defend yourself properly, without knowing what you're up against," said James.

"What are horcruxes?" asked Harry.

James sighed, "A horcrux is an object in which a Dark witch or wizard hides a fragment of their soul, in the hopes of becoming immortal."

Harry looked disgusted. "So you have to rip your soul in the process?"

Lily, James and Lucy nodded.

"Why would anyone want to do that?" he asked.

They shrugged.

"Well, to be immortal I suppose."

Harry decided that he would leave his grandmother to talk with his parents. He headed down to the living room where Ron, Hermione and Ginny were sat watching the telly.

"Why are you so happy?" asked Ron.

Harry didn't realize he was smiling, "I just spoke with my parents."

All three raised an eyebrow at him.

"It's not like the Mirror of Erised is it?" asked Ron.

Harry shook his head. "I found their magical portraits."

"Like the ones in the headmasters office?" asked Ginny.

"Yeah," replied Harry.

"That's great Harry. You being able to talk with them. But, Harry, remember that you do have...for lack of a better word...a life outside of where those portraits are," said Hermione.

Harry smiled at her. "Don't worry Hermione, my parents told me the same thing before I left."

"Have you told the Malfoy's yet?" asked Ron.

"I've told my grandmother, but not the others. She's talking to them now, I'll tell the others tomorrow," replied Harry.

Harry awoke around 11 o' clock. He supposed that it must have been because he was up most of the night thinking about talking with his parents. He dressed and then headed downstairs.

Everyone, except the Malfoy's, was in the living room.

"Hello Harry," they greeted.

"Morning," he said.

"Where are the Malfoy's?" asked Harry.

"They haven't come down yet Harry," said Mrs. Weasley.

"I'll tell them that they can come down," said Harry, standing up.

Harry knocked on Lucius and Narcissa's door. Draco opened the door. It turned out that all of the Malfoy's were there.

"You know, you can all come down if you want? Lunch will be ready soon," said Harry.

They all shook their heads. Harry felt like laughing. The Malfoy's were afraid of going downstairs where the Weasley's were.

"Okay then, if you don't want to go downstairs then I might as well tell you about the portraits I found," said Harry.

"Why would we want to know about a stupid portrait?" sneered Draco.

"Draco!" shouted his grandmother.

"Sorry gran," he said.

"You'd want to know, because they are magical portraits of your aunt and uncle," said Harry.

"My aunt and uncle? What? Oh," said Draco. Even after all these weeks, he still wasn't used to the idea of being related to the Potters.

"Can we see them?" asked Lucius.

Harry nodded. "Follow me."

Harry let the Malfoy's to the room which he had dubbed the 'Portrait Room'. He told them to sit on the couch in front of Lily and James' portraits and he woke them.

"Harry," they greeted, with smiles.

"Mum, Dad," he said.

Harry pointed behind him and said, "I've brought the rest of the Malfoy's with me."

Lily looked at them. She forced a smile for Lucius. "Hello."

"Lily," said Lucius and Narcissa.

Draco didn't answer, because he was unsure how to address her. Lily noticing this said,

"You can call me Lily, Draco. Or Aunt Lily if you prefer."

"Yes Lily," he said.

Lily stared at Lucius, as if waiting for something.

"Alright!" he shouted. "I'm sorry. Sorry for everything."

"I...forgive you," said Lily.

"What did he do?" asked Harry and Draco, who then glared at each other for asking the same thing.

"He did what all other Slytherin's did to muggle-borns, or supposed muggle-borns in this case," replied James. "Called her a mudblood, and hexed her at each chance he got."

Lucy glared at her son.

"What! I didn't know she was my sister," said Lucius.

'That's no excuse. Even if we were on the "dark side". She would have been a first year,' said Lucy.

Lucius didn't say anything back, he knew when he lost to his mother.

Lily Evans, a first year student, was walking along the corridors of Hogwarts School. She turned a corner and bumped in to someone, causing her to drop her things.

"Oh no, I'm so so-"

"Watch where you're going you filthy mudblood," sneered a voice.

She looked up and she was staring in to the face of Lucius Mallfoy, a seventh year prefect.

Without picking her stuff up, she turned to run away. She knew that she didn't know enough spells to defend herself against him.

"Furnunculus!" came a shout.

She didn't have time to dodge it and the hex hit her. She looked down and saw that she was covered in boils.

Harry left the Malfoy's to talk with his parents, the same way he had left Grandma Malfoy the day before.

He went downstairs and walked in to the dining room, where lunch was being served.

"Are they coming down?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

Harry shook his head. "I've left them to talk with the portraits of my parents."

Remus looked at Harry. "What do you mean?"

"I found portraits of my parents, that you can talk to, like the ones in the headmasters office," replied Harry.

"Will I be able to have a chance to speak with them?" asked Remus, who seemed excited at this.

Harry knew that he really wanted to have a conversation with his best friends, which was why he was so excited. Wouldn't you be if your best friend had died 15 years ago, and then you found there was a way to talk to them?

"Course you can," said Harry.

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