Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling.

Some of the concepts that will be in this fic are from other Fan fictions about Harry Potter with my own twist on them. So I would like to acknowledge all the Harry Potter fan writers on this site for great work and hundreds of hours of reading. This is an AU story.

Chapter 10

Old and New

Lily had just picked Harry up from a nap, she was cooing at him while rocking him back and forth in her arms, Harry was laughing, Lily started singing. Harry got caught in her voice and her beautiful green eyes. "Lily" His Da called out. "I'm home!" Lily didn't stop singing to reply. Harry was still lost in her beautiful green eyes and voice. When Lily finished her song, there was clapping. Harry turned his head to the sound of the noise to find his Da standing in the doorway with a smile. Da walked over to Harry and his mum giving both of them a kiss. His mum got a kiss on the lips; he got kissed on the forehead. Harry felt all warm inside. He was happy and giggling.

Harry woke in his bed feeling loved. His mum and Da may not be around to sing to him, hold him, or kiss him but he did have his memories. Harry felt like he was still in his mum's arms being sung to. With a smile on his face and a spring in his step, Harry climbed out of bed, heading for the bath.

When he came out, Tula was waiting for him. She had laid out some clothes for him for the day. Harry was finding that Tula didn't say much but she was always around. "Tula, you don't talk much like Biggly or Rasa. Even Livi talks to herself or whoever is in the kitchen with her while she cooks."

"Tula is getting to know her new family. Tula also misses her old family. They did not treat Tula badly." Harry gave Tula a surprised and sad look.

"I don't treat you badly, do I Tula?" Tula held her hand to her mouth, realizing what she said sounded bad.

"NO… NO… Lord Potter treats Tula better then old family, much better." Tula was now pulling down on both her ears. "Tula was not allowed to speak unless spoken to by old family."

"Well that explains it then." Harry knew that unless he made it sound like a command, Tula would not take it seriously, so he said in a more commanding voice, "Tula, you are allowed to speak to me anytime you wish to. We are friends, not owner and slave, so please tell me what's on your mind and ask any questions you have. Deal?" That set the flood gates open. Tula started rattling off question after question. Personal questions like favorite food, clothing choices, things that Tula wanted to know to better care for Harry. This carried on through breakfast; Harry could see Sirius trying to hold in his laughter at the little house elves enthusiasm.

Sirius was feeling much better this morning, Lynn had been by twice more to check on him and had declared him to be fit, his use of magic was still restricted to only minor spells though. Over the weekend Sirius had had several long talks with Harry. He wanted to know everything about his godson. Harry in turn had asked Sirius to tell him about his life before Azkaban and about Harry's parents before he was born. The talks were far from over, you could only learn so much about a person in a few days but the two had a great time.

When not having long conversations with Sirius, Harry had his nose in the Potter journals during the day. At night he would read the Occlumency books that he brought from the Potter vault before going to sleep. He was currently reading Traps for the Occlumens, having finished Sorting the Mind: A Beginners Guide to Occlumency and Defend your Mind. He was already well advanced of the first book and the second book Harry had absorbed, adding and changing things in his mind.

Harry's library was still there in his mind, the difference was that now you could not get into it through the front door. Harry had sealed the inner obsidian glass doors; there was now solid stone in its place. He left the main doors, antechamber, and the two doors that led to the empty rooms. The empty rooms were not so empty now; both were set up as reading parlors with a fake fireplace, settees, chairs, tables, and bookshelves. Harry had filled the first room with copies of the fantasy books he had read over the years. The second room had copies of all the science fiction books he had read. Behind the fine wood paneling in both rooms was three inches of solid steel and behind that was five feet of solid stone.

The new entrance to his library was through a concealed door at the back. The door looked like the rest of the solid stone around it and with a thought from Harry a door handle appeared allowing him to open it and walk in. It was not to say that this entrance was not protected but it was the only way into the library, of course he really didn't need a door at all, it was his mind after all.

The multi colored door that Harry had found in the basement of the library turned out to be the way to his subconscious. He still could not open it but it was protected as well in case someone tried to come in though his dreams. Outside the library, Harry had thickened the mist around the library; it now served two purposes, one to detect an intruder and second to confuse them. There was a lot more to do in Harry's opinion, he liked building things in his mind, to come up with more elaborate ways to protect his library. Sirius had noticed the books that Harry was reading at night and told Harry he would get some more from the Black family library.

Mr. Crandall had returned Sunday night, informing Harry that the Dursleys had been taken care of. Harry desperately hoped that he would never see them again. With the Dursley issue resolved, Mr. Crandall let Harry know that he would always be available if he was needed. Harry thanked Mr. Crandall for everything that he had done for him and that he and his wife had an open invitation to dinner whenever he wanted.

Sirius had owled a subscription to the Daily Prophet on Saturday so when Harry came down to breakfast Monday morning the paper was sitting on the table waiting. Harry quickly read the paper while having breakfast. Sirius shuffled into the room some time later. He never woke up at the same time Harry did, and was lucky to see him before breakfast was finished. The paper that morning had some follow up stories about the Wizengamot session. Bellatrix Lestrange was due to be questioned that morning. Someone named Malfoy was being sought for questioning. The Wizengamot was due to make a decision regarding Minister Fudge tomorrow, he was still not available for comment, and in fact had not been seen since Thursday.

"So what time are you meeting with Remus?" Harry asked Sirius just as he was about to shovel some eggs into his mouth. Sirius stopped the fork halfway to his mouth and looked up questionably at Harry.

"Ummm, oh crap I didn't give him a time." Sirius jumped up, running from the room. He returned moments later with parchment and ink. After writing a quick note asking Remus to be there at noon for lunch, he asked Tula to deliver it. Harry just smirked at him; he had known that Sirius had not set a time. Tula returned a few minutes later with a short reply of yes and idiot on the parchment.

After breakfast was over, both Sirius and Harry got ready to leave. Sirius had some business to take care of at Gringotts and Harry wanted to have a look around Diagon Alley. He wanted to go shopping for new clothes, Tula had been altering the clothes she found in the master suite to fit Harry but they weren't Harry's. They had belonged to his granddad and grandmum. All of his grandparent's personal things still needed to be packed away and sent to the Potter family vault just like the possessions of the past lords and ladies, as was tradition.

With Harry wearing his ball cap, Sirius explained how to use the floo.

"Just throw the powder into the fireplace, step in, and then call out your destination. We are going to go to the Leaky Cauldron first and walking from there."

"So I say Leaky Cauldron?" Harry asked.

"That's right kiddo." replied Sirius. Harry went first calling out and disappearing into the flames. For a first ride through the floo, Harry was disappointed. With all the twists and turns, ups and downs, it was nothing like the mining carts at Gringotts. It didn't make him feel sick like a portkey did though. As he traveled down the floo, grate after grate passed by, and he could see into other places through the fireplaces. With his ability to remember everything, all it took was a glimpse for him to tell you everything about what was behind each of those grates.

After landing, almost face first at his destination, Harry immediately filed away all the images he saw in his mind. For a ten year old, one of those images was very disturbing and very captivating, the naked girl was very pretty, Harry thought.

Still lying on the floor of the Leaky Cauldron, Harry was suddenly hoisted to his feet. When he looked up, Sirius was trying desperately to hold in his laugh. "Not bad for a first timer, at least you didn't break anything." Sirius started laughing.

"Laugh it up." Harry flicked his hand and Sirius suddenly found himself floating in the air upside down. Harry stepped around him and started walking to the back entrance to Diagon Alley. "I'll get you for this." Sirius yelled after Harry. As soon as Harry walked out the back door Sirius fell. Ha managed to land on his back and not his head. He could hear the laughter coming from the back courtyard. There were only a few people in the tavern at the time and all of them were looking at Sirius, some were smirking and others had a hint of fear in their eyes at seeing the notorious mass murderer. Sirius just gave his best smile and proceeded to chase his mischievous godson down.

Harry had tapped the bricks to the archway in the correct order with his hand hoping that it would work, however, it didn't. Before he could pull his wand out of the inside of his jacket, Sirius caught up with him. Sirius pulled his wand out and started tapping the bricks. "Don't pull your wand out in public Harry. You're not old enough to have one yet and it will raise questions." Sirius explained. Harry just shrugged; he was having a hard time keeping himself from laughing more.

After entering Diagon Alley, Harry and Sirius walked toward Gringotts. Sirius was pointing out different shops, he also pointed out to Harry the entrances to Knockturn Alley. "Harry, you do not want to go down to Knockturn. It's full of dark wizards, witches, and shops. There are a few good shops down there but please don't go there without me." People were stopping and pointing to Sirius as they walked down the alley, some were muttering to each other. Sirius paid little attention to the witches and wizards. He just kept a bright smile on his face. Harry was less than happy about the attention Sirius was receiving.

As they approached Gringotts Sirius asked. "What are you planning today?"

"I want to go get new clothes, both wizard and muggle. I haven't had my eyes checked since I started primary school, so that's on the list. I want to check the book store to see if they have anything on Occlumency that isn't in the Potter Vault or Manor. Ummm, I want to see about a broom, I remember flying with dad a couple times, I really enjoyed that." Sirius interrupted him.

"I remember those times too Harry. Your father loved to fly and couldn't wait to get you on a broom. Lily on the other hand hated flying; she got so mad at James the first time he took you up on his broom. I think he slept on the couch for a week after that." Sirius was smirking as he remembered that time.

"I remember, I didn't know why dad was down stairs every morning before mum and I, he had never been down before us." Harry was laughing now at the memory of his dad sulking that entire week, it made sense now that it was put into context.

They reached the doors to Gringotts, the Goblin guards bowed deeply to Harry as he walked up the steps. Harry returned the bows garnering the attention of a few passers by. Sirius and Harry entered the bank, Harry going to a door on the side while Sirius approached one of the tellers while giving Harry a quizzical look.

Harry opened the door to a surprised Griphook who was jumping up from his chair ready to gut whoever had just entered his office without knocking. When Griphook noticed who had entered his office the goblin smirked, then bowed deeply to Harry. "You surprise me Lord Potter, not many would just enter a goblin office without notice."

"It would be a waste of your time for me to knock." replied Harry as he sat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk. Harry had taken an hour to read through the book on goblin customs. The goblins valued their time, time was money. "I have business with Gringotts. Is there a way for me to withdraw funds from the vault without having to travel to it each time?"

Griphook retook his seat behind the desk. "Yes Lord Potter, if you will give me a moment." Harry just nodded his head. Griphook opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a pouch and a wallet. "Just speak the amount you want to withdraw into the bag and it will appear. There is a one percent charge per transaction. The same for the wallet except it will produce muggle cash; there is a five percent conversion fee and a one percent per transaction fee." Harry raised his hand to stop Griphook.

"Griphook I will pay no more then a half percent per transaction and two percent conversion." It was another goblin custom to never settle for the first terms stated in business. Griphook was finding a new level of respect for the young lord. He had obviously taken the time to study goblin tradition and customs.

"Three quarters of a percent and three percent." Griphook counter offered.

"Half a percent and three percent are acceptable." Harry countered again. Griphook nodded his head in acceptance.

"For security Lord Potter I will need you to place a drop of blood in the pouch and wallet. It will bind them to you so only you can use them." Griphook slid the small silver knife over the desk to Harry. Harry sliced his finger allowing a drop of blood to fall into each item. With his business complete Harry stood, picking up both items. "May your vaults overflow with riches Griphook." Harry bowed, turned and left the office. Griphook just grinned as the young Potter left.

When Harry looked around the hall he could not see Sirius. He didn't expect to see him; he knew he had a lot to do this morning. Sirius had had Mr. Crandall look into the status of the Black family. Sirius's mother had passed away not long after Sirius was sent to Azkaban. She had disowned him a long time ago, but Sirius's grandfather Arcturus Black who is still alive and was the current Lord Black had not made the disownment official. From what Sirius told Harry, Arcturus was a pureblood but never subscribed to Voldemort's view. Arcturus was not one of the bad sheep in the Black family. Sirius was going to go see him later in the week since Sirius was now the heir apparent to the Black family.

Harry walked up the Alley to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. He entered the store to find that he was the only customer, an older lady walked up to him. "How can I help you today young man?"

"I need to get a new wardrobe, several sets of everyday robes, some dress robes, and some work robes." The lady looked at Harry with a grin.

"Certainly young man, as soon as your parents show up, we can get started." Harry didn't like the condescending tone in the woman's voice.

"My parent's are dead madam, now if you do not wish to make some money today." Harry pulled out his money pouch. "I will be forced to take my business elsewhere." When he pulled out his pouch he made sure that the lady could see the Lords ring on his finger. Harry had found out that the five rings he wore could turn invisible on his fingers if he wanted them to. At present he was only showing the Potter ring. It would take a close inspection for someone to see that it was the Lord Potter ring but it was easy to tell that it was a lord's ring for some Ancient and Noble family.

It took a moment for the lady to find her voice again after seeing the ring. "I… My apologies to you Lord. I am Madam Malkin. I will be happy to help you in any way." Harry forced a smile to his face. He would not be recommending this shop to anyone in the future but he was willing to give the lady a chance to redeem herself. It took over an hour to pick out and get fitted for all the robes Harry wanted, Madam Malkin's magic tape measure going the entire time. He got ten sets of everyday robes in different colors. He took the advice of Madam Malkin on what looked good on him for the most part, there were a few suggestions that Harry just didn't like. He got five sets of dress robes, all of the finest material. The five work robes were made of a heavy material; Madam Malkin explained that they were charmed to resist potion spills, stains, rips and tares.

After the fitting was done Harry walked to the counter. "The robes will be ready tomorrow morning my Lord. I apologize again for the start. If there is anything I can do for you in the future please just let me know."

"Thank you Madam, I will have my house elf pick up the robes in the morning. Tula!" Tula appeared next to Harry.

"Yes My Lord." Harry had instructed Tula not to call him Lord Potter in public. As much as he didn't like it he had to keep up appearances and keep his identity secret for now.

"Tula, the Madam here will have new robes ready to be picked up tomorrow morning please see to it."

"Yes my Lord." Tula then popped away. Harry looked back at Madam Malkin.

"That will be two hundred seventy eight galleons and ten sickles, I gave you a five percent discount my Lord, for your troubles." Harry pulled out his pouch and asked it for the required payment. After dumping the gold and silver on the counter, Harry then bid the lady a fare well and left the store. She had redeemed herself, she had been very attentive and was good at her trade, Harry thought. As he stepped out of the shop Harry realized he had not seen a shop for eyewear. Turning back, Harry reentered Madam Malkin's.

"Madam!" Harry called out.

"Yes, my Lord?" answered Madam Malkin as she rushed to the front of the store.

"Could you tell me, is there a shop in Diagon Alley that sells eyewear?" Harry pointed to his glasses.

"Oh yes, a little past Gringotts there is a small shop that can help you. It's called Gem's Eyes, and is very highly recommended."

Harry thanked the Madam again and started walking down the alley. Harry had not been in this part of the alley before so he took his time to look at the shops as he past. There were more people in the alley now, the street vendors were out in force. Harry pulled his ball cap further down over his forehead uncomfortably. As he passed the vendors they would step out trying to sell their wares. It didn't take him long to find the shop. The window displayed frames for glasses and strange looking lenses, some of the lenses even looked like real gem stones.

Harry entered the shop, a bell ringing above the door to announce a customer causing an older looking man to out from the back room, a smile on his face. "How can I help you young man, are you in need of some new glasses?" The shop keeper had on a pair of ornate glasses and had a long black beard with hints of white. He had on what Harry would call doctors robes, all white with multiple pockets. He looked at Harry over the top of his glasses.

"Yes sir, I need to have my eyes checked and see if my prescription has changed." replied Harry.

"Well come in, come in, have a seat, let me take a look. I'm Mr. Gem, eyewear extraordinaire, been in business for one hundred fifty years. My father started the business you know." Harry walked deeper into the shop looking at all the frames displayed on the walls. He could see everything from plain looking frames to the gaudiest things he had ever seen. In one display case Harry could see entire eyeballs made of glass staring back at him, as he moved the eyeballs turned following his movement.

Harry sat down in the chair that the old wizard indicated. "You're going to have to remove the hat, young man." Harry reached up and removed his ball cap. The wizard never even looking at Harry's forehead; he had seen the lord's ring on Harry's finger as he removed the hat. "So let me take a look at your eyes my lord; please remove your muggle glasses." Harry pulled his glasses off. Mr. Gem pulled out his wand, pointing it at Harry's eyes and he started mumbling things under his breath. After a few minutes of flashing a white light from his wand in Harry's eyes, Mr. Gem stepped back. He then took Harry's glasses from him and ran his wand over them.

"Well your prescription has changed my lord, I can adjust your current muggle glasses for you or would you like to look around the shop and get something new?" inquired Mr. Gem.

"I would like to get new glasses Mr. Gem, I'm also wondering if you have anything like what the muggles call contact lenses. I would like to be able to change my eye color from time to time." Harry returned the inquiry.

"Oh yes, I have everything. I have contacts that will change your eye color to whatever you want; all you have to do is think what you want. All of my eyewear is charmed to be indestructible, self adjusting if your eyes change, and I have a number of other optional charms that I can apply. Please have a look around and let me know what you want." Mr. Gem indicated to his store.

"Could we start with a set of contacts that will allow me to change my eye color? What else can you do to them?" asked Harry.

"Well I'm limited on contacts, they come with indestructible, comfort, and impervious charms, along with the eye color charm. That's all I've been able to squeeze into them. If you want any of the other optional charms you will have to go with glasses."

"Ok I'll take a pair of the contacts. Do you have a list of the options that you can add to glasses I can look at while you get my order ready?"

"Of course, My Lord." Mr. Gem reached behind the counter pulling out a parchment for Harry to look at, and then disappeared into the back of the office. Harry looked at the parchment reading the optional charms that he could get put on a pair of glasses. After scanning the page Harry had to chuckle, 'I love magic' he thought. Mr. Gem returned a few minutes later with a small box.

"Here are the contacts my lord; do you need help inserting them?" asked Mr. Gem as he handed over the box.

"Yes sir, I have never worn contacts before. Will I need to take them out for cleaning? How long can I keep them in?" Harry had read about them in a pamphlet when Petunia had taken him to get his eyes check five years ago for school. Well he didn't read the pamphlet then but he did look through it and remembered.

"Ah muggle contacts do need to be taken out for cleaning and can not be worn all the time. These, my lord never have to come out. Once they are inserted they will bond with your eyes. They will automatically adjust as your eyes change prescription. With the contacts you will not need glasses unless you are looking for additional options, any glasses you get will not have any eye correction on them just the options." Harry was thinking that Mr. Gem was very long winded.

"I would like a pair of glass with everything on them, just let me pick out the frames." replied Harry.

Harry looked around the shop and after ten minutes or so found what he was looking for, a pair of simple circular brass wire frames. Harry handed the frames to Mr. Gem. The shop keeper disappeared into the back again saying he would be right back. Harry opened the box with the contacts and looked inside. They were nothing like what Harry remembered seeing in the pamphlet. The contacts were much thicker and looked to be made of glass.

Mr. Gem returned a few minutes later with the glasses, handing them to Harry. "Please allow me to help you with those, my lord." Harry handed the box back over. It only took a moment to get both the lenses in. As soon as the second lens was placed against his eye Harry felt a sharp pain in both eyes. "Ouch" Harry reached up to cover his eyes. As soon as the pain appeared it was gone again. When he looked up at the shop owner, he found he could see with crystal clarity.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I don't tell people about that part. It makes it harder to get them in." Harry nodded his head in understanding then turned to look around the shop. Everything was much more vibrant, colors seemed to pop out, and little details were easy to see. Mr. Gem guided Harry to a mirror. Harry looked into the mirror barely recognizing himself. Without his glasses he looked so much different.

"How do I change the eye color?" asked Harry.

"Ah yes, just think of the color you want them to be, any color, then think the word change." Harry followed the instructions.

Looking back into the mirror he now had bright blue eyes. He thought again and his eyes changed to dark brown. Harry tried several other colors, red made him look evil, silver was cool looking, yellow, orange, and even pure black. Harry was thinking again, 'I really love magic'. Mr. Gem explained the glasses to Harry and how they worked. The glasses would allow him to see magic, a mage sight, he could see invisible people, and see through objects. The glasses did have a limit to them. You could only use one function at a time and they worked by drawing a small amount of power from the user. There were a few other functions to the glasses, like faster reading, they could even record and play back any moment the user wanted. Harry wasn't too impressed with those functions since he could already do that in his mind.

It had taken a little less than an hour in the shop; he paid for his purchases then left, thanking Mr. Gem. Harry started walking back up the alley, he wasn't sure what time it was, and so that was what he looked for next, a watch. Harry found a small shop that sold jewelry after a few minutes of walking. He remembered seeing several watches in the family vault on one of the shelves but he didn't want to take the time to go back there. He was having fun shopping for himself and just looking around the now crowded alley.

Harry entered the shop, finding the sales clerk. He looked around for a few minutes before selecting a simple wrist watch. The clerk told him it had an indestructible charm on it and would keep perfect time. At that point Harry realized that he wasn't being questioned by the shop keeper about his age. After making the purchase Harry had to ask why.

"Why is it that you didn't ask about why I'm shopping on my own at my age?" Harry was curious and a little afraid.

"Do not worry yourself, my lord, Madam Malkins informed all the shop keepers that a young lord was in the alley shopping and to make sure he was treated correctly." Harry's opinion of Madam Malkin went up a notch at hearing that.

It was just after ten when Harry left the shop, his new watch around his wrist. With nothing more to do until lunch Harry explored Diagon Alley, he stopped by some of the street vendors and looked in all the shop windows. Finally Harry found himself outside of the book store,Flourish & Blotts. Harry entered the shop and started looking around. The store was not well organized, yes there were sections for the different subjects but within each section of the store it was all just shoved onto the shelves.

Harry just finished looking through the charms section of Flourish & Blotts when he found a book that had his name on it, literally, The Adventures of Harry Potter. Harry picked up the book and looked at the cover; there he found a very good rendering of himself when he was around five years old. Harry looked back up at the shelf and found that there was an entire series of books on him there.

'How did someone know what I look like? Who gave them permission to use my name?' Harry was getting very upset the more he looked at the books. After taking a deep breath, Harry pulled a copy of each of the eight books from the shelf and walked up to the counter.

"Excuse me!" Harry called out to the clerk behind the counter. When the clerk turned around Harry didn't give him a chance to speak. "Can you tell me are there any other books, besides these, that mention Harry Potter?" The clerk looked at the stack of books Harry had laid on the counter before replying.

"Yes, there are three more books that mention him, Greatest Wizards of our Time, Top One Hundred Wizards of the Millennium, and Harry Potter: A History. Can I get those for you?" replied the clerk.

"Yes please" Harry was getting even more upset and you could here it in his voice. The clerk ran to the back of the store. While the clerk was getting the books Harry looked at the covers of the other eight books he had already picked up. There was one for each year since his parents died. On each cover was a very good likeness of what Harry looked like at those ages.

'Someone has been getting pictures of me or something.' Harry was thinking. 'It's the only way everyone has been recognizing me. There was no one else at the house the night my Mum and Dad were killed. I was asleep from just after the attack until Aunt Petunia picked me up from the front door step. How did I get there? Who has been watching me all these years? And who has made up all these stories, passing them off as fact?'

The clerk returned, interrupting Harry's musing. "Will that be all, my lord?"

"Yes, how much, and could you tell me who the author of all these books is?" The clerk looked up with a smile on her face from tallying the total.

"Oh yes, I'm told that Mr. Potter has had Roy Gild writing his adventures for him. Mr. Gild is supposedly Mr. Potter's trainer as well. Your total comes to thirteen galleons, five sickles."

Harry paid for the books while the clerk put them in a bag for him. It was getting close to noon so Harry made his way toward the Leaky Cauldron. As he approached the gateway that separated Magic and Muggle, it started opening. He had his ball cap on and his eyes were a light brown color.

He was about fifteen meters away when he spotted the white beard of Albus Dumbledore walking through the archway. Dumbledore was looking around himself with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. Harry was startled to see the man but kept it from showing on his face. Harry lowered his head a little to hide his face behind the bill of his ball cap and kept on walking toward the archway. Harry had remembered to hide the Potter ring when he left the book store, so it was not visible on his finger but he was ready to call out 'vault' if he needed to.

Dumbledore continued walking down the Alley with his hands behind his back; he was looking around as if looking over his subjects. Harry could tell he was looking at each person that he passed. He was definitely looking for someone and Harry had a good idea who that person was.

Harry got next to an older woman that was heading in the same direction he was, toward the arch. He fell into step next to her, putting the woman between him and Dumbledore. The woman didn't even notice Harry; she was busy looking at Dumbledore.

"Ah, Headmaster, it is good to see you out of that castle." The woman starting saying as Dumbledore was about to pass her. Harry kept on walking and made it to the arch. He could hear Dumbledore's reply as the arch started to close. "Ah yes, Madam Longbottom a pleasu…"

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Dumbledore had been working in his office, the new term was starting the following Monday and the students would be arriving this coming Saturday. His deputy headmistress Minerva McGonagall had just left his office; she had been trying to get a head start on next years new students and had come across something strange, when she had last checked the book Harry Potter was listed for the 1991 term. Instead of Harry Potter in now read Lord Harry James Potter and there were four unknowns below his name. Of course she had brought it (to) Albus's attention right away. The unknowns were just as much a mystery to him as they were to Minerva.

Albus had just set his tea cup down when his name was called from the fireplace. "Headmaster Dumbledore!" Albus walked over to the fireplace and put his head in.

"Ah, Tom, how are things at the Leaky Cauldron today?" Albus greeted the man.

"Good, good, I understand you were asking that the shop keepers keep a lookout for a young Lord that may come to Diagon Alley to shop. Well, I just heard that there is a young man in the alley now that bears a Lords ring. He has been to several shops already this morning. I am just hearing about it now."

"I'll be right over Tom, there have been rumors of a new young Lord in Britain and I have been endeavoring to meet him. Thank you Tom." Albus pulled his head from the fire and grabbed a hand full of floo powder. After stepping through to the Leaky Cauldron, Albus headed directly for the back courtyard and the entrance to Diagon Alley. He didn't notice Sirius Black sitting in one of the back corner booths talking with another gentleman, Remus Lupin.

He passed through the arch sweeping the area with his eyes. Albus started walking deeper into the alley when his eyes fell on a young man wearing some kind of red hat and appeared to be trying to catch up with Augusta Longbottom. Albus started scanning the crowd again when he was approached by the same Madam Longbottom. "Ah, Headmaster it is good to see you out of that castle." He turned his full attention to the matron of the Longbottom family.

"Ah yes, Madam Longbottom a pleasure to see you again, it has been many years. How is young Neville doing?" Albus looked for the young man that he had just seen with Augusta. "Was he not just with you?" Augusta looked around her self.

"I am doing well Albus, Neville is back at Longbottom Manor, and we are looking forward to receiving his Hogwarts letter next summer." Albus looked around again.

"So that was not Neville that I saw walking next to you a moment ago?" Augusta gave Albus an 'Are you losing what's left of your marbles look' "Ah, I suppose I was mistaken." Albus looked back over his shoulder to see the last of the bricks in the arch move back in to place.

"If you will excuse me Augusta, I just remembered I have an appointment for lunch." Albus turned to walk away without waiting for a response.

"Certainly Albus, we must get together again soon." Augusta called after him, her voice showing her displease in his departure. Albus reached the archway and tapped the bricks in order with his wand as fast as he could. When the archway finished opening, he quickly strode into the main dinning area of the Leaky Cauldron. He looked around to find the young man wearing the red hat. He spotted the boy in the far corner of the room speaking with two gentlemen, one was obscured by the boy and the other had the hood of their cloak up. He started walking in their direction.

-oo00oo-

Sirius had been a half hour early to his meeting with Remus. He wanted to get a good booth in a back corner so they could have some privacy. The looks he had been getting all day from different people were starting to get to him. 'Didn't these people get the paper, I was found innocent.' It didn't seem that way to Sirius. Some people just stared at him with what could be described as pity, others with loathing, but a few gave him a warm smile, that included Tom the proprietor of the Leaky Cauldron.

"Tom I need a back booth, meeting an old friend today." Sirius called out. Tom waved his hand in the direction of an empty booth in the back corner.

As Sirius figured would happen he not so much as sat down when the front door to the tavern opened and in walked Remus. Sirius stood up and waved him over. When Remus got close to the table Sirius moved forward and the two old friends embraced in a hearty, back slapping embrace. "Remus, look at you, you old wolf. How have you been?" Remus stepped back a little to get a look at Sirius.

"I…" Sirius cut him off.

"You don't need to apologize, it was logical for me to be the keeper, that's why I talked them into switching to the rat." Remus looked at his shoes for a moment then back up into the eyes of the last of his best friends.

"I…I still should have trusted in you. James and you were like brothers, and you could never betray your godson Harry. I'm sorry Sirius I should have tried to get you a trial, talked to Dumbledore or something." Sirius let out a soft growl at the mention of Dumbledore, Remus heard it.

"Come over here and sit, there is a lot going on that you need to know about." Sirius turned back to the table and sat down. Tom came over just as Remus was sitting down. "Get ya lunch gentlemen?"

"Yes, thank you Tom, whatever you have ready is fine." replied Sirius. Remus and Sirius stared back at each other, neither knowing where to start. Sirius finally broke the silence with the one question that he had, it would make or break their friendship. "Why have you not looked in on Harry?" Remus blinked, that was not the question he had been expecting.

"I'm sorry? I was told that Harry was safe. Dumbledore asked me to stay away; he didn't want to confuse Harry between the muggle world and ours. He told me he was going to take care of Harry. Plus with my problem I could never get guardianship over Harry, no matter what James and Lily's Will said. Is there a problem with Harry?" Sirius seemed to consider Remus's words for a moment before replying.

"Yeah…, a whole lot of problems, Dumbledore put Harry with Lily's sister Petunia. She and that git husband of hers have been beating, starving, and demoralizing Harry for the last eight years. All with Dumbledore turning a blind eye to it and there is more…" Sirius didn't get to finish his sentence.

"What… do… you… mean? Where is Harry… now? Is he still with Petunia...? What's going on Sirius?" Remus was keeping his voice down but you could tell that he was getting angry, he was growling between each word. In the back of Remus's mind the werewolf was not happy; its cub was in danger.

"Calm down Remus, Harry got himself out of it. Then he got me out of Azkaban. He is a remarkable kid; I'll let him tell you his story. He is in Diagon Alley right now doing some shopping. He should be here any minute now." Remus looked like he wanted to run into the alley right then and there but Sirius put his hand out to stop him. "If he gets in trouble he has the Potter ring, he can portkey out of anything with a word."

At that moment Tom returned with their lunch. They were both about to tuck in to it when Sirius spotted Harry running in their direction. Harry stopped in front of their table slightly out of breath. "Dumbledore is here, we need to go!"

"What? Where?" asked Sirius.

"Just pull up your hood Sirius, have you paid for the meal yet?" asked Harry as he pulled out his money pouch. Harry tossed three galleons on the table before Sirius could even reply. "Hi Remus, touch my ring both of you, quick." Harry smiled at Remus, who looked like a dear caught in the headlights of a car.

"I thought that only worked for you, Harry?" Sirius replied as he put a finger on Harry's Potter ring. Remus not knowing what was going on followed along. This was Harry; he looked at the boy standing in front of him. He was short for a ten year old and he looked underweight. The wolf side of Remus could smell the fear coming from Harry; he was even starting to get a fear scent from Sirius. He placed a finger on the ring Harry was wearing.

"Harry, Sirius, what's going on?" With what little Sirius had had the chance to tell him, Remus asked. At that moment he looked up to see Albus Dumbledore start to head in their direction.

"Potter Manor, Activate." He heard Harry say. He then felt the familiar pull of a portkey behind his navel.

-oo00oo-

Albus Dumbledore was a troubled man. He had just taken a step in the direction of who he hoped was Harry, when the boy and the two people he was with disappeared. He had caught a glimpse of one of the men but not enough to identify him. He would review it in his pensive later. Tom the barman came up to him.

"Headmaster is there something I could help you with?" asked Tom who could see the troubled look on Albus's face.

"Tom, yes could you tell me who was just sitting over there in the booth?" Albus pointed to the corner. Tom looked, not seeing Sirius or Remus Lupin sitting there anymore, but he did see the three galleons on the table.

"I'm sorry headmaster; I did not recognize either of the men that were sitting there." Tom replied as he walked over to the table pocketing the money. Albus nodded his head to Tom and strode back over to the archway to Diagon Alley, there was a chance that the young lord Tom told him about was still there and he could get a description from the shop keepers.

-oo00oo-

Harry managed to land on his feet for the first time, it wasn't the most graceful of landings but he was happy with it. Remus and Sirius on the other hand had landed on their butts. Harry figured it was because they were both sitting when the portkey activated. Harry started laughing at the two men. "Now I see even you can't land on your feet every time Sirius." Sirius was just picking himself up off the floor and offering a hand to Remus.

"Shouldn't he be in the Manor dungeon?" Sirius asked pointing to Remus.

"Nah, I added him to the access list this morning, figured he would be coming back with us." replied Harry.

Harry turned to Remus and looked him up and down. "Well you're not what I remember; the Remus I remember would never look this scruffy. Dad always liked the way you dressed." Remus looked even more confused now. He was still sitting on the floor, having refused the hand up from Sirius, who was smirking at him now.

Harry had stopped laughing, He remembered Remus as one of his Dad's best friends. Remus was supposed to take care of him if anything happened to his parents and Sirius. Dumbledore had been the last resort in the Will. Harry was getting upset; it was just now hitting him that Remus didn't have the excuse that Sirius did. Ya, Sirius getting tossed in Azkaban was stupid on his part but what was Remus's excuse.

"Why did you leave me?" Harry asked with a hostile tone in his voice. "Why didn't you take me in, you knew my parents wishes, Sirius, you, then Dumbledore." Harry turned and walked in the house not waiting for a reply. Remus sat there first with surprise and then hurt and shame on his face. He looked down at his hands.

"Sirius… what's going on… you know that I couldn't take him, I can barely support myself with my problem, and the ministry would never have given me custody." This day was turning out harder then he thought it would. Remus never expected to meet Harry today, never mind Harry asking that question. Even the wolf side of him was feeling ashamed.

"He has been through a lot Remus." replied Sirius. "He knew what happened to me, I still have a couple bruises on my chest where he was pounding on me. He wanted to know why I went after Peter that night instead of staying with him. He cried himself to sleep in my arms when I couldn't answer that question. You will have to face him, I have forgiven you and he will forgive you. Guess the question is will you forgive yourself?" Sirius offered Remus his hand again to help him up, Remus took it this time.

"I'll talk to him." Sirius told him. Remus finally took the time to look around. He was in a foyer with a large old fireplace that had a large shield hanging over it. Emblazed on the shield was the Potter crest. Remus realized where he was.

"How is it we are at Potter Manor?" Remus was as confused as ever, none of this was possible. His emotions were all over the place. He was happy that he had Sirius back and was with Harry, but he was upset with what Sirius had told him so far, ashamed that he didn't look out for Harry, and confused about how all this was happening.

"Harry enacted the end of line clause in the family law; he is the new Lord Potter. He is an adult in the eyes of the law. You need to get him to tell you his story." Sirius turned and entered the Manor leaving Remus standing there. A moment later a house elf appeared in the foyer.

"Mr. Lupin, I is Biggly, the head house elf. Lord Potter has asked that we prepare a room for you in the family wing. If you will follow, I will show you the way." Biggly bowed to Remus.

"Thank you Biggly, I don't know if I should stay, I may not be welcome." Remus replies with a deep sadness in his voice.

"Lord Potter has just informed me that you will always be welcome." Biggly lowered his voice to a whisper. "Mr. Lupin just needs to give young Harry a little time, he is very smart, if you explain, he will forgive you." In a normal voice Biggly continued. "Please follow me." Remus nodded to the elf, he was deep in thought as he followed Biggly up the stairs.

-oo00oo-

Sirius walked into the study to find Harry sitting behind the desk writing a note. Sirius walked to the fireplace and sat in one of the leather chairs. He was getting tired; it had been a long and stressful day so far. When Harry was done with whatever he was writing he called Tula, giving her the note. She disappeared a moment later. Harry walked over and plopped down in the other chair. He just stared into the empty fireplace for a long moment before speaking.

"I'm sorry Sirius; I shouldn't have gone off on him like that. All the emotions just burst out of me! I should go and apologize to him." Harry said with a far-off look on his face.

"You did nothing wrong Harry, it was a harsh question to ask but it was also the right question to ask. You need to know the answer; you have the right to know the answer. I have already forgiven him for everything but you need to do that for yourself. I can tell you this; he did have a reason, more then one really." Sirius sat back into the chair and closed his eyes. "Go talk to him, he is feeling as bad as you are. Hang him upside down from the chandelier, a good prank will make you both feel better." Harry smiled even though you could still see the hurt in his eyes.

"I may just do that; I'll make sure you get a front row seat." Harry replied with a smirk. Sirius returned the grin then closed his eyes again. Harry got up and walked out of the study. After Harry left Sirius turned and looked at the portrait over the desk, Harold just smiled and nodded to him in approval.

Harry took his time going up to the suite that Biggly had assigned to Remus. When he got to the door he found Biggly standing outside it. Biggly just nodded to Harry as he approached then popped away. Harry stopped outside the door; he had his head down in thought. After a moment he looked up at the door, squared his shoulders and knocked. He didn't have to wait, almost as soon as his hand hit the door it opened. He was immediately pulled in to a hug by the man he had come to talk to.

With tears in his eyes Remus hugged Harry. "I'm sorry cub; I should have been there for you. I let my problems get in the way and I listened to an old man tell me that he would take care of you." Remus blurted out his voice all choked up. Harry returned the hug also with tears in his eyes. The two of them stayed like that for a long time. Remus finally pushed Harry away to arms distance. "Harry, I'm so sorry."

With the tears still in his eyes Harry nodded his head and forgave him, but he still had questions, and he was still going to hang Remus from the chandelier. "What problems, Remus?" Harry asked. Remus didn't know if he should tell Harry about his furry problem but Harry had a right to know.

"I'm… well… ummm… ok, I'm a werewolf." There he got it out, now Remus waited for the rejection that he knew was coming. Harry looked at Remus, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"You don't look like a werewolf; shouldn't you have fur and fangs? And howl at the moon?" Harry had read plenty of fantasy books that had werewolves in them and Remus didn't fit any of the descriptions he had read.

"ummm… I only change on the night of the full moon. You don't know anything about real werewolves do you Harry?"

"No, only what I have read in fantasy novels. Is that why Dad always called you Moony?" Remus wasn't sure if it was being called Moony by Harry or that Harry remembered James calling him that that surprised him more.

"How…" Harry cut him off.

"Let's go sit down and I'll tell you all about myself." Harry led Remus back into the suite and took a set in the sitting area. When they were both comfortable Harry called Tula and asked for lunch. Over lunch and several hours after that Harry told Remus everything about himself. As many times as he had told his story in the past couple weeks he was seriously thinking about just writing it down for new people to read if he wanted them to. He did have to start writing his Lord journal anyway.

Remus and Harry talked until dinner was called, at which point they both went downstairs and joined Sirius. The conversation continued well into the night with Sirius tossing in his two Knuts here and there. Remus had explained that the laws in the wizarding world would not let him take Harry, Will or not.

By the end of the night all three were happy and laughing at some of the pranks the Marauders had pulled while at Hogwarts. Sirius was severely embellishing the tales, while Remus was setting the record straight. That just made Harry laugh harder. It was this happiness that led Harry to his final thought as he lay in bed that night, both Sirius and Remus had tucked him in, his old life was over, no more Dursleys, and his new life was starting with his godfather and uncle Moony.

-oo00oo-

Dumbledore was again pacing his office. After talking to several shop owners, he was sure that the young lord they had seen and helped was indeed Harry. He had talked to several people that had seen the young lad, who had been walking up and down Diagon Alley, looking in shops, talking to street vendors. Albus had talked to a Mr. Gem in one of the shops who would only confirm that the lad had been in the shop, but refused to tell him if the lad had purchased anything, something about patient confidentiality.

He had also overheard a group of shoppers talking about having seen Sirius Black in the Alley that morning. Again he could not confirm it, or confirm that either of the men he saw disappear with the lad was Sirius. He had looked at the memory of the tavern in his pensive and still could not tell who the man he glimpsed was; all he could tell was that he was older and scruffy looking. Albus returned to his desk, again looking over Harry's file. Unknown, unknown, unknown, everything that would be of use to Albus was unknown in the file. Someone was helping Harry, that much he was sure of, but who?

The knock on his office door surprised him. He had been so engrossed in finding the wayward Mr. Potter that Albus had actually missed the signal of who was at his door more then once now. The staff was starting think he was losing his touch. "Enter" he called out. He looked down at his desk to see if he had an appointment scheduled. 'Staff meeting – three pm' He groaned as the four heads of the Hogwarts houses entered his office.