A/N- You know, I think i've left this story too long. Thanks so much to the two people who reviewed the last two chapters. You may have a long wait for another after this one. After all, if not too many people are interested, and I'm not as interested, it doesn't make much sense. If you want more, prove me wrong. Review.

After arriving once more in the circular office, Harry noted that nothing had changed since the last time he had been sent here by Professor Snape at the end of last term. The sword he pulled from the hat was still there, it's rubies glittering. Fawkes, obviously just after a burning day, sat on his perch. His small downy feathers were peach, and he hadn't started to molt them yet.

The headmaster sat at his desk, and regarded them over his half moon spectacles. "Now, what was it you needed to see me about?" He asked, all though he had the feeling that he already knew. He had, after all, given his approval on the Animagi training the four youths received.

"Harry, please transform." James looked at his son. Harry nodded, and with a POP, he appeared as a Phoenix. The baby Fawkes instantly preened, and Harry flew over to it. It snuggled into his warm feathers and fell asleep. James smiled. "All right?" Harry let out a trill, and James nodded. Dumbledore looked at the couple sitting before him. It didn't seem like it was that long since they had been students here. They still looked very much the same. Partially, of course, to spending almost half their lives frozen and waiting for their souls to be returned to their bodies. And that was what made him hesitate.

"Now, sir, could you please tell me why our son can transform into a Phoenix?" Lily was probing; trying to see if he was holding something back, and the old man knew it.

"Lily, I've told you to call me Albus. You are, after all, on my faculty." After a

brief nod that they both knew meant nothing, he sighed.

"I have been researching your family tree for some time now. After your extraordinary sacrifice and accomplishment, I thought that there might be something to it. Harry, by the way, isn't an ordinary Phoenix. Like Fawkes, he is a Gryffindor Phoenix. Lily is also a descendent of Godric Gryffindor. She, however, is NOT a descendent of any of the rest of the founders." While Lily attempted to process this new information, Harry, once sure that the baby Fawkes was asleep, flew down beside his parents and transformed once more into his slightly rumpled self.

"I see. So Lily descended from the bastard branch of the family, then?" James asked without thinking. Lily smacked him, he grunted, and then they both turned their attention on Dumbledore even as they kicked each other under the chairs. Harry was doing his best not to snicker at his parent's antics.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "No, not at all. You see, Helga died when they were both still rather young. Godric was married again, and his second wife had one child, a girl. It was believed that when she disappeared she remained childless. However, Lily's family tree shows that she did, indeed marry and have children. She married a Muggle, and the child they had was a squib. In fact, Lily is the first witch to be born of that line in over five hundred years. Her mother was the first woman in that line to have more then one child. You will notice that had she stopped at one child, there would again have been no children with magical blood," he explained as he looked at the family sitting in front of him.

"But if the oldest has always been a squib, then why am I magic?" Harry asked, confused and not a little worried.

"You, Harry, are not a half blood. Much as I hate to admit it, when you mix genetics of a Muggle with the genetics of a wizard or witch, you have a 1 in 4 chance of having non-magical children. While it seems the magical gene is dominant, there is still the chance of having two recessive genes, confirming a non-magical baby. You also have the Potter line backing you, and there has never been a squib born to them. The chances of you being a squib were remote." Dumbledore looked kindly at him. How much he had grown from the young boy who sat in front of the mirror of Erised, trying desperately to gain his parents. He could only hope that the reality is as wonderful as the dreams were. This family had given so much… and given him more then he could ever hope to repay, even if they didn't know it.

"James, Lily, could I speak with Harry for a moment?" Mystified, both nodded and left the room.

Harry looked curiously at his headmaster. What did he want?

"So, is it what you wanted?" Harry looked at him, trying to figure out what he meant.

"What, sir?" He asked, still attempting to puzzle it out.

Dumbledore smiled at him. "The mirror, Harry," he said with a benevolent smile on his face.

"Oh! Yes, professor, it is." The boy smiled up at him, and then started, as if he had just remembered something. "Professor, do you know how to track a missing witch?" he asked bluntly.

The benevolent expression vanished as if it had never been there. "Why do you ask, Harry? I assure you everyone you know is safe." The odd, piercing look he gave him made Harry feel like Dumbledore was sifting though his brain, leaving him feeling exposed.

"I want to find my Aunt Laurel for Lily- erm- I mean mum, and I want to make sure she knows that she has family. I want her to know she has somewhere to go if she needs it, and that if she wants to she can meet all of us," Harry said eloquently. He and Hermione had gone over this over and over again until she was convinced that he could deliver it correctly, and ensure that if Dumbledore could help, he would.

"Harry, Laurel Evans does not exist. She hasn't existed in many years. Whoever she is now, she's safer away from all of this. I think it's best to just leave the past alone, and if she wants to find you, she may activate the retroactive tracking charm your mother placed on her before she was given up. Leave it be." Dumbledore stared at Harry again, looking more serious then ever. Harry knew they would get no help from this quarter, and carefully nodded.

"Is that all you wished to ask me, Professor?" he asked formally as he stood up.

"Harry, I assure you this is for the best." Dumbledore answered instead. When clear green eyes just looked at him, he knew he was in trouble. "Go find your parents, and please, make no effort to contact her. It's too dangerous for anyone connected to you right now." Harry turned and wandered out of the room.

Dumbledore let out a sigh of relief as an owl swooped into his office, and a small smile twisted across his face as he recognized the parchment. He carefully slit the seal, and unrolled the parchment with light, even writing.

Dear Grandpapa,

The full moon was thankfully uneventful, so you can stop worrying. I'm moved away from the area of the male werewolf you were so worried about last month, and am currently on my way to Hogwarts to visit. After all, you said you had news, and you know I can never wait for news!

My new wand is also working well. It's odd that I'm now using a unicorn hair instead of Dragon Heartstring like yours, but it seems to work better for me these days. I'm so much better at charms with it then I ever was before.

Not going to tell you all the news now, since I'll be there in a couple of days anyway. And don't worry; of course I'm exercising CONSTANT VIGILANCE! (Honestly, you could give Uncle Mad-Eye a run for his money lately.)

-Me