A/N: Ok. Here's the deal. I've decided to post an additional chapter for you guys. I just got a new job and I won't have as much free time as I did previously, so my updates may come less than once a week like they did before.

I'd also like to thank all of you who reviewed saying my last chapter didn't suck. I plan on eventually revising it so, watch for it soon.

Albus Dumbledore paced back and forth in his office while he waited for his order members to show up.

He had his first meeting with the mysterious Harry Evans the night previous, at the Yule Ball, and what little he had discovered disturbed him. Harry had all but brushed the headmaster off at their first meeting before the dance, using vague and sarcastic answers to Dumbledore's first question. Normally, Dumbledore would be the one to be vague and mysterious, and the fact that someone was using his tactic against him irritated him. Once he had tried the direct approach, simply asking Harry to say something about himself, Harry simply confirmed the already known fact that he was living in Hogsmeade. Albus was instantly elated, thinking that his subtle legillimency suggestions were working, but then Harry excused himself to meet with his date.

Frustrated, Dumbledore resumed his job as a chaperone, all but ignoring the rest of the students in favor of keeping an eye on Rose and Harry. When Harry had excused himself, Dumbledore had cast a discreet listening charm on Harry's back, but frustratingly enough, Harry had somehow discovered it and dispelled it.

Still, Dumbledore wouldn't be dissuaded and he watched the young couple from afar. Harry seemed to get along wonderfully with the rest of the champions and their dates, but he noticed that Hermione seemed distrustful of him. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage. He initially suspected that Harry used some sort of influence charm to sway people toward him, but he didn't feel any magic from the boy and discarded that idea.

His next plan of action was to confront Rose when she was separated from Harry's side, but it seemed that the moment he decided to approach her, Harry would appear out of nowhere. Finally, by the end of the night, Harry had left to get them some drinks and Albus took his opportunity. He finally managed to corner the young girl and noticed that she had some skill with Occlumency. It wasn't enough to keep him out, but more than enough to alert her should he try prying into her mind. He instead tried to be congenial with her, and simply asked her how she was doing. She responded in a very cold manner and Dumbledore then tried the direct approach again.

But, once again, Harry had frustratingly come to her rescue. But the confrontation had not been without its bright points. He had found out that Harry was a very powerful wizard when Harry had ignored his commanding presence. Indeed, he had countered with his own equal, if not more powerful aura. Then, he proceeded to threaten the Headmaster and then to the old man's shock, the two of them apparated; or what appeared to be apparation, right through the wards.

Dumbledore now knew his course of action. Harry was dangerous, and he needed to find out more information on the young man. Dumbledore was certain that Harry wasn't a death eater; he could feel the dark marks on anyone in the castle, but he was still a wild card. Dumbledore needed Rose to be a certain way; detached, weak…pliable. And if Harry was changing her, it would, to coin a muggle phrase, throw a wrench in the gears.

Dumbledore's mental tirade was interrupted when the fireplace in his office flared green and the first order member stepped out. Unsurprisingly it was Moody, and Albus nodded to him before sitting behind his desk. Before long, most of the order had shown up. To be honest, Dumbledore was surprised at the turn out he received. Only a handful of the members had ignored his call. Once the gathered members had settled, he began the meeting.

"Welcome, my friends," he said. The rest murmured a greeting; most of them wondering why, without the threat of Voldemort, Albus would bother to reassemble the order. Almost as if that were a spoken question, Dumbledore answered. "You all may be wondering why exactly I have called you here. The answer is thus; I feel there may be a new threat looming on the horizon.

"While it is no secret that I do not believe Voldemort to be truly gone, this meeting is not about him. Recently, a young man has moved into the nearby village of Hogsmeade. You may have heard of him; Harry Evans." There was a collective murmur through the group of about twenty people, most of them wondering if Dumbledore had finally succumbed to senility. But Dumbledore continued as if he hadn't heard them. "I have a few reasons to suspect this young man. First and foremost is his apparent interest in young Ms. Potter and Ms. Potter's drastic personality change in the last four months.

"The second reason is when I investigated his background; I found nothing on any Harry Evans. It is as if he does not exist. His physical appearance is also eerily similar to that of the late James Potter, save his eyes. Lastly, he is a very powerful wizard," Dumbledore said this very gravely. He knew just from his encounter the previous night, that Harry could be dangerous if he was truly dark. Dumbledore knew that he was an equal match for Voldemort, but the overall feeling he gathered from Harry was that Harry was much more powerful. He told the order such then concluded with, "Are there any questions or comments before I give out the assignment?"

Immediately, Minerva McGonagall spoke up. "I can understand why you'd be nervous about him, Albus, but really; assembling the order to investigate a boy?"

"And I can understand your concerns, Minerva, but I would rather find out if he is a threat. I am more worried about Rose's safety than anythi-"

McGonagall cut him off. "Rose's safety is the last thing you should be worried about!" she exclaimed. "I spoke with them at the Ball and the only thing I could tell was that they were very much in love." She paused. "And they reminded me of James and Lily…eerily so."

Sirius spoke up. "I agree with Minnie," he said. McGonagall glowered at the use of her nickname but let Sirius continue. "When I last saw Rose, at the first task, she looked better than I'd ever seen her. It seems to me that this Harry guy is doing nothing but good for her." Remus nodded enthusiastically.

"I agree with Rose looking better," Dumbledore conceded. "But, her personality change is what concerns me more. She used to be meek and kind. Now she is headstrong and rebellious."

"She's a teenager, Albus!" McGonagall said. "She is going to be headstrong and rebellious." Dumbledore looked like he wanted to argue, and McGonagall knew what he was about to say and interrupted him again. "She's not her mother, Albus. She's not her father either."

"I don't trust him," Moody growled.

"You don't trust anyone, Moody," Kingsley Shacklebolt said from his seat with a chuckle.

Moody snarled at the black man. "With good reason! But this Evans boy, he's shifty. He's hiding something."

Dumbledore nodded at the grizzled ex-auror. Finally someone that agreed with him. "Either way, I want him investigated. Keep an eye on him-"

"And how do you expect us to?" Remus said. "We don't even know where he lives. All we do know is it's somewhere in Hogsmeade and none of the villagers know either!"

Dumbledore was getting tired of being constantly interrupted. "Then here is the plan," he addressed the room. "I want three teams of two to rotate shifts watching Hogsmeade. If he lives there, you should be able to track him and get some kind of information. Now; volunteers?"

Kingsley and Tonks both volunteered, as well as Moody when he wasn't teaching classes. Sirius said that he could stay near the village in his grim form and Remus agreed to stick with him. Hestia Jones and Mundungus Fletcher; who had miraculously shown up, both volunteered as well. Dumbledore wasted no time setting up shifts. Kingsley and Tonks would cover the morning from 6am to 2pm, Hestia and Dung would cover from 2pm to 10pm and Remus and Sirius would cover the remaining eight hours. Moody would step in whenever he could.

Dumbledore called the meeting adjourned, and Sirius approached his desk. Sirius looked pensive. "Yes, Mr. Black?" Dumbledore asked congenially.

"Rose and Harry agreed to meet with me this coming Hogsmeade weekend," he said. Sirius felt like he was betraying Rose by telling the old man this, but as Dumbledore said; Rose's safety was paramount. "I could try and ask some questions, but I'm not going to push her."

Dumbledore nodded. "Very good, Sirius. See that you try."

And with that, Sirius flooed out of the office and back to Grimmauld place. Dumbledore sighed heavily. He hoped he knew what he was doing.

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Rose stared warily at the goblin that sat behind the desk. She never liked the horrid little things and often wondered why the wizarding world trusted them to watch over their money. Still, she had to admit that they did a damn good job at what they did, and only complained about it…well…they complained all the time. The only goblin she had any interaction with was a little one named Griphook, and that was back when she was eleven. At the time, she had thought he was somewhat cute, but that opinion had faded over time, when Griphook had muttered something about human females going well with a side of beans and a glass of firewhiskey.

The goblin that she and Harry were dealing with was an older and larger one by the name of Grubfist. This goblin was no better than Griphook had been, and he had a nasty habit of leering at Rose from his seat. Rose had the distinct feeling that she was being appraised and found wonting. Harry, though, seemed perfectly at ease around the goblins, and she tried to take solace in his strength.

"So," the goblin drawled with a nasty looking smile. "What can Gringott's do for you Mr. and Ms. Potter?"

Rose's eyes widened in shock and she looked up at Harry in a panic. She hoped sincerely that the goblin had just made a lucky guess, but she didn't count on it. Harry put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry," He said. "The goblins don't care who they deal with so long as they get their money."

Grubfist smiled nastily at Harry and added. "And you do have a lot of money, don't you Mr. Boy-Who-Lived?"

"They also probably know everything," Harry added as an afterthought. The goblin grinned at him. "Cheeky bastards…"

There was a moment of silence while the three simply stared at each other before Harry said, "We're here to see about Rose's emancipation and the reading of the Potter's will."

Grubfist nodded once. "Will you be willing to wait while I contact a ministry representative?" he asked. Harry and Rose consulted mentally for a moment before both nodded. It only took a few minutes for the ministry rep, a man named Joseph Meyer, to arrive and they quickly went on with the will reading. Grubfist cleared his throat noisily and began.

He read, "We, James Michael Potter and Lily Evans Potter being of sound mind and body, hereby bequeath everything we own to our only daughter, Rose Lily Potter." Then he stopped.

Harry couldn't suppress his snicker at Rose's shocked face. "That's it?" she exclaimed. "The will is that short?" Rose had been expecting something profound, heartfelt and sincere that would leave her in tears and give her a sense of closure. Harry finally let out a loud guffaw and Rose smacked him on the shoulder. "It's not funny!"

"Yes it is," Harry said between laughs. He had much the same reaction at his will reading. He motioned for the goblin to continue and he did so with a sneer.

"Since your parents chose not to will any of their estate to anyone else, they had no reason to dictate a lengthy list of people. Anyway…" Grubfist took out another sheet of parchment and began to read from it. "You have inherited; the equivalent of one million, six hundred twenty five thousand, two hundred seven galleons, four sickles, and thirteen knuts. This is in addition to your current trust vaults holdings of ninety nine thousand four hundred galleons.

"You also receive…" Grubfist proceeded to list of the artifacts, furniture and books that could be found in the Potter vault and Harry watched with growing amusement at the increasingly dazed expression on Rose's face. He had felt much the same way, and if he and Rose were anything alike, she wouldn't want any of it. Still, it was hers now, and she could do with it what she wished.

"And lastly," the goblin said. "You will receive the house at Godric's Hollow, the Potter Manor and everything in it, (Including the portraits, James wished to note. Rose groaned and palmed her face while Harry laughed.) and the land they both sit on. Are there any questions?"

Here it comes, Harry thought.

Rose was silent for a moment. "What if I don't want it?" she asked.

The goblin raised his eyebrow. He was unable to fathom why anyone wouldn't want this kind of wealth. "It is yours to do with as you wish," he stated simply. "Give it away if you want."

Rose looked up at Harry questioningly and Harry shook his head. "No," she said finally. "I'll keep it."

"Very good," Grubfist said, sounding as if it were anything but. "Now, Mr. Meyer?"

Mr. Meyer, who had been forgotten up till this point cleared his throat and began his tirade. "As the will didn't state what should happen to Rose upon the Potter's deaths, Ministry law dictates that she should be emancipated and declared a legal adult," He said. He pulled a stack of parchment from his satchel and placed it in front of Rose. "If you would just sign these sheets, I can get around to removing the tracking charm on your wand."

Rose looked from the sheets, to Harry then back again. "Shouldn't I read them first?" she asked.

"They're safe," Harry said simply. He had read them himself when he signed them in his dimension. Rose was seemingly satisfied and she quickly put her scrawl on the sheets.

Mr. Meyer gathered them up and placed them back in his satchel before pulling out a small runed wooden box. "If you would simply place your wand in this box, the tracking charms will be cleaned from your wand," he explained. Rose did so with great enthusiasm and with a flash of white light, her wand was now totally hers. Mr. Meyer placed the box back in his satchel and stood to leave. "Will there be anything else?" Grubfist shook his head. "Good day then."

After he left, Harry turned back to the goblin. "I assume we're done then?" he asked.

"Not quite, Mr. Potter," Grubfist said with a nasty grin. Harry assumed he like to cause people discomfort, and he knew what was coming next.

"N-no…" Harry said feebly. "I don't want it."

The goblin smiled nastily. "Ah, but Mr. Potter, it is already yours. The moment you stepped into this dimension, the familial magics recognized you as the new head of the Potter family," he said as he pulled out a small engraved box from a drawer in his desk. In the box was the Potter family ring; a simple gold band with the family crest engraved on the surface.

"I already have one…" Harry said weakly. He knew it was a stupid excuse, and so did the goblin.

"Now you have two," he growled. With a sigh, Harry accepted the ring and slipped it on the middle finger of his right hand; his other was on the middle of his left. The ring glowed softly before melding with his flesh and vanishing.

Harry looked down at Rose who still had a shell shocked expression on her face. She was fingering her wand gingerly; as if afraid it would suddenly come to life and bite her. "Are we done here?" he asked the goblin. Grubfist nodded and Harry guided Rose out of his office and out of the bank. Once they were outside, and Rose showed not inclination of recovering from her shock Harry guided her to a bench.

"Rose?" he asked gently.

Rose looked up and into Harry's eyes. Eyes so much like her own. "I'm okay, Harry," she said softly. "It's just a lot to take in; all this wealth, being an adult…you being the head of the family. I guess I would want it more if I had earned it all…"

Harry chuckled softly and pulled Rose into a warm embrace. "I know just how you feel," he said.

Rose opened her mouth to argue but the shut it just as quickly. Harry did know how she felt; he had gone through all of this once already. "Oh yeah," she said sheepishly.

Harry smiled and gave Rose a quick kiss. "Let's go home now. You have some animagus training to do."

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Harry staggered down the stairs blearily the next morning. He hadn't slept well that night. It seemed that the will reading awoke some of Harry's nastier memories and they dominated his dreams. He dreamt of Sirius and the veil and of Ron killing Hermione over and over again. Still, Harry was nothing if not stubborn and he managed to eek out a bit of sleep from his ruined night.

Harry walked into the kitchen and looked at the clock on the wall. It was only four am, he noted. Harry put a kettle on the stove and began to heat some water for some tea. While the water began to boil, Harry went into the sitting room and noticed that James and Lily were in the same frame. He didn't know exactly how amorous a painting could get and didn't want to find out. "Oh, sorry," he murmured.

"Harry!" Lily called as Harry turned back into the kitchen.

Harry could hear the panic in Lily's voice and hurried back out into the living room. "What? What's wrong?" he asked.

Lily just pointed at her recently vacated frame. Only, it wasn't empty. Sitting in a chair in the picture was a cheekily grinning William Potter. "Hello!" he greeted jovially.

Harry sighed and put his face in his hands. "How did you get here?" he groaned. He really didn't want to get kicked in the bludgers by Rose.

William looked affronted. "You sound like you don't want me here," he said. Harry just raised an eyebrow at him. "All the portraits from Potter Manor are magically linked. We can go to any frame from there that we wish."

Hearing this, James gave Lily a quick kiss and vacated his frame saying something about hidden rooms at the manor. "Jerk!" Lily shouted after him. "Just leave me here with the pervert why don't you!"

Harry pretended that he hadn't heard anything. "Wonderful," he said to William. "Now why don't you go back?"

The hurt look on Williams face almost convinced Harry that it was a real emotion. "It gets lonely there with only other portraits to talk to," he said morosely. "I-I don't want to be there alone with just the elves anymore."

Harry looked torn. He was a good person and as Hermione once said, he had a 'saving people' thing. On one hand, William was simply a portrait. Portraits have no feelings. But magical portraits were good at conveying them and William was pulling out all the stops. He tried to ignore his heart but in the end the troublesome organ won out. Harry sighed. "Fine. Go back to your frame and I'll come get you," he said wearily.

Instantly the waterworks turned off and William disappeared from the portrait.

"Harry!" Lily chided.

"He might be an arse but he's still family…" Harry said as if he were trying to convince himself. "Besides, I never said when I would go get him."

The kettle began to whistle and Harry went in to fix his cup of tea and make breakfast for Rose and himself. He was humming merrily while he cooked the eggs on the stove.

"So," Lily said from the living room. "Tell me a bit about yourself."

Harry didn't even pause in his cooking. "What do you want to know?"

"Well…everything," Lily said. "I'd like to get to know my daughters boyfriend…or would you be the son I never knew?"

Harry chuckled. "Just think of me as Rose's boyfriend. It's easier on everyone involved."

"Rose's boyfriend Harry. Got it."

"Does that mean you're ok with me dating Rose?" Harry asked. He felt a bit odd asking permission of a paining, but well, they were magical paintings of Rose's parents.

Lily laughed from her frame. "It's not like I could stop you," she said. "Still, I appreciated the gesture."

Harry flushed and went back to his eggs. He didn't want them to burn. There was a lengthy pause before Harry spoke up. "Well, my story isn't all that different from Rose's actually. Up until now that is. I never met my older female counterpart from another dimension and fell in love with her."

"So you are from another dimension…" Lily said wondrously. "I thought Rose was a bit of a story teller but now… Do you know why you're here or how you're going to get back?"

"No, I don't, and I don't think I want to go back now," Harry said with a wistful look up stairs. Lily could see that Harry was completely taken with her daughter and her heart swelled with affection for Harry. She knew then that he would never intentionally hurt her.

"Good. Because I think Rose wants you to stay too," she said.

"Yes…well…" Harry said. Even with his back turned to the painting, Lily could tell he was blushing. His neck had turned red. "I am looking for reasons why I ended up here though."

"Have you found out anything?"

"….No. Anyway, I assume Rose told you about the tournament?"

Lily affirmed it, and Harry went on with his story. He told her about Voldemort's return, Sirius' death and everything up until their portraits had been activated. Harry glossed over the parts that Rose had most likely told Lily already. Lily was a rapt listener and she gasped and cooed in all the right places. Harry felt lighter having told Lily all this.

Harry picked at his breakfast while he conversed with Lily. They talked about insignificant things like the weather, Harry's quidditch skills and what not until James returned. He looked a bit angry. "William's prattling on about you bringing him here," he growled at Harry. Harry nodded and James instantly went whiny. "Why?"

"He would be here anyway…" Harry tiredly explained. "Better to let him have his own frame than constantly be chasing you two out of yours."

James sighed then turned to Lily. "I found it!" he exclaimed happily. Lily hugged her husband while Harry looked on curiously.

"Found what?" he asked. James looked like a deer caught in the headlights. (pun intended)

"Nothing," he said unconvincingly.

"James, tell him."

James sighed and sat down. He knew better than to not trust Lily's judgment. "The rune chamber is still active," he explained. At Harry's bemused look, he elaborated. "At their coming of age ceremonies, the Potter's traditionally would put the new adult into the rune chamber on the night following their birthday. Over the night, the moonlight would reflect off the runes and…I guess brand the runes into the person's magical core. Their powers would be amplified slightly and they may get some strange power. I got the ability to manipulate fire."

A sudden understanding washed over Harry. The door in the department of mysteries. "Oooooh. Okay. In my dimension they somehow took it from the manor and brought the entire room to the department of mysteries. I went in there when I turned seventeen," he said. Then he laughed. "And here they managed to convince me that the room would judge you and kill you if it found you wanting. You just need Potter blood!"

James nodded happily and looked like a kid in a candy store. "So, what did you get?"

A true happy grin appeared Harry's face. "Oh brother," Lily muttered.

"Well, my core got supercharged; to the point that my reducto could level Hogwarts if I wanted to." James' eyes widened almost comically. "I don't need a wand anymore, but it still helps to use one. Oh, and I used to think that my animagus form was part of the deal too, but now I'm not so sure."

"Why's that?" James asked.

"Because Rose has the same form, just a different color."

A thick, palpable silence infused the air. James looked like he had just seen a ghost and Lily looked furious. "You're teaching my daughter to become an illegal animagus?" she asked dangerously.

"She…didn't tell you?" Harry asked. Lily shook her head and narrowed her eyes at Harry. "Well, you know, what with the whole prophecy and Voldemort thing…I figured it would be best for her to be prepared…"

"You're lucky I'm a portrait young man…"

"Yes…yes I am."

"Oh!" Lily suddenly exclaimed. Harry fought the urge to dive behind a couch but James lost his battle and hid behind the chair in his portrait. "I almost forgot! James, does your uncle still have his portrait in the headmaster's office?"

James poked his head up from behind the chair. "Yeah, why?"

Harry caught on quickly. "I like that idea. We need a spy. Someone who can find out what the headmaster has planned and get back to us." Lily nodded.

James looked thoughtful. "I'll be right back," he said as he left his portrait. He was gone about five minutes before he returned looking happy. "He say's he'll do it."