HARRY'S FOUND FAMILY

Harry couldn't breath, he started coughing. Draco was the first to notice, "Harry what is wrong,"

Harry pointed at his throat. Charlie reacted, "Let me get him out, is there another door?" He said after trying to Apparate but none of their magic was working.

Harry had already lost consciousness and wasn't breathing.

"Down the ladder," Rabastan said as he put him over him shoulder, and he was dismayed, he couldn't step close to the ladder.

Serpentine's own powers in this reduced form seemed lacking, too much evil in this place, he recognized the scent. The same used on him around 2,000 years before, it lulled him, and now he knew what it was, it contained the blood of innocents, that and pain and despair could stop his kind.

They had been made to help the Creator's higher beings in the fight against the darkness, and had been brought down because he had been tricked, he was the center of their power and had failed them. He had been called to fight hordes invading several realms, but the fight was lost already, and by the time he went back all was lost.

But why was Harry reacting so strong? And Harry was about gone.

"There must be another entrance here," Martin Lestrange observed, he looked but were? "There was the chimney that went outside."

"Those shelves, I think to recognize the design, this room was made in the 1600s, there are a few that we know of my ancestors, hid here from the Muggles during the witch hunts".

Everyone started to remove all the books and items, and it was Bill who smelled a very old scent by a large box. Yes, it moved, it went into an abandoned area of the manor. With alacrity Rabastan picked Harry up, and started running along the side that was not warded. A place nobody had known about it.

He tried to apparate but they were too near the room but far enough, because Harry asked, "What is going on, why are you carrying me bride style," he joked.

Rabastan stopped and lowered Harry, who sat in the dusty floor.

"Where are we?"

"In one of the closed wings on the third floor. What happened do you remember?"

"I felt I couldn't breath, I was choking, dying."

A terrible thought crossed Rabastan, "I think, don't be upset, that this was the place where Bellatrix rid her womb of the infant. Your soul came back, meaning it wasn't trapped like my other nephew's soul. You know that the chances you'd had been born weren't good, but for the baby's sake, I would have given in to Bellatrix. Sorry son, it saddens my heart, had she said something I would have accepted her."

"Son, we will take him, what did you say? Is Mr. Potter our grandson?" His father asked, they were right behind.

The enormity of the implications of the latest revelation finally downed on Harry. By strange providence, by powers beyond his comprehension, he had family. To think that Bella had tried to destroy him again, as a baby when he was Harry Potter, made him a little sad. But having a family...a family, and the emotion of such gift overwhelmed him with joy.

The two fathers helped him up, and held him in an embrace of welcoming. Some of his pain of being an orphan, of the abusive childhood, was erased by the power of this this physical demonstration of affection; feeling unexpected emotions he hugged them back.

Rabastan came and also hugged him and kissed both cheeks, "Welcome home nephew, psychic bonds are as strong as physical ones, there is so much we don't know, but it is good knowing that. you are here with us." The eyes of the Lestrange wizards were clouding with tears of regret and happiness. Regret that Bellatrix had killed two Lestrange babies, it was

"Rabastan, your mother and the Tante must be told. If its okay with you." They looked at Harry.

"But this means that Bellatrix was my mother before, and that is not a good thing. My mother was a good, and virtuous witch. Imagine, Bellatrix tried to destroy me, again, when I was a baby, and dragged Rodolphus and Rabastan along. She is and wasn't my mother. My mother was a good witch who took a hit for me." He was filled with righteous indignation.

"No son," Martin said, "her body made you, but it didn't make her a mother."

And they left with Harry being supported by the two fathers.

Serpentine heard the conversation, and an idea tried to form. If they had a living son of Bellatrix, granted than in another body...psychic inprint...a double ...worth a look. She had living sisters, hmm.

The spy heard the entire conversation, and deemed it worthless, so what? Bellatrix wouldn't like it better. She would be angry, he would hide it whenever they met.

Days passed, weeks and even months, tactic's were being discussed. The only noteworthy finding, was Narcissa's refusal to disclose in which vault was Bellatrix's body buried.

She had done all the coordination and the records were nowhere to be found.

The dynamics at the Lestrange had hanged to the eyes of many, Harry was being treated as the prodigal grandson. His children were asked to call the older Lestrange as Memere and Pepere, an old term of affection in their home, the same name than Remus and Rose called them. He also moved from his house at the grounds. And the children had rooms in the nursery, where all children had semi, single rooms.

To others' eyes, the children were being treated as privileged pureblood children, and the children just stepped into the role, they had changed little since they had grown up in a loving home. And the the Weasley family, overall, had good values, same as Harry.

The move made everyone make a lot of conjectures but nobody said anything. His Gryffindor friends joked with him, and asked him what was up. The Weasley were saddened, specially Molly, now with less access. However, on her new position in charge of coordinating the meals, recreation and such, for all the growing number of children in the compound, required a lot of effort and kept her busy. Besides all her children but Ron and Ginny were all with her, most of the time.

Ginny, for now, was keeping distance, which made the children unhappy. But with all the new interest from other adults, they soon adapted to the new circumstances. Ginny had signed the divorce agreement with some regret, but was too busy dating an older wizard who was very rich, and gifted her jewels and all she should wish for. Besides his Pureblood status, and being invited to the most exclusive events.

Both her parents advised her to demand the children or at least joint parenting, they told her how regret would set soon enough, but she closed her ears. Unfortunately, her beau's one complaint were her children, thus her link to Harry, and she was not thinking clearly. Harry was disappointed she hadn't fought for the children, and decided to let time heal the wounds.

NO BODY

"Andy, do you have any idea where Bella's body was buried?" To date Lucius had not asked her, well knowing the name Bella upset her.

She appeared surprised, "You should know, Cissy arranged it. She indicated you had offered in deference to her love for Bella your support, and you allowed her body to be buried at the Manor's crypt. I visited with great reluctance trying to forgive and close painful memories. Something was wrong with Bella since ever…"

Now he wished they had asked Andromeda first. They'd wasted time. She told him in what niche Bellatrix's body lay.

"Excuse me Andy, tomorrow for tea, I hope," he gallantly kissed her hand and admired her. She was a blond Bella, but so much nicer than the original. She was first choice, but she ran away with her Muggle born, the same day they were done at Hogwarts.

Nymphadora was born six months after.

From the three sisters, she was the prettiest and smarter one, Cissy the most sociable, and Bella the most sensual one. He often wondered how his life would have turned out without Cissy's social ambition, and her love for Bella.

He had talked to Draco of his wish to court Andromeda, and since he had no objections he had started his not so subtle campaign. He wanted to accelerate the courtship

"Rodolphus can you spare a day or two? I need to go home... "

Within a couple of hours, a team organized by Lucius was ready to leave. A chain of floo had been place since a couple hundreds of years before, it went between several the Lestrange properties to many places in the Uk. They were at Malfoy Manor within hours Braxtar was already there waiting for them.

They found the tomb in the back, in a darken niche. Efforts to contact Narcissa had been wasted. She was traveling with acquaintances, an impromptu trip. "I bet," was Lucius answer when he received the news.

He was beyond angry, why hadn't he been told. Perhaps he'd have agreed.

They pulled the coffin, it fell vey light,

They opened it.

Empty, it was empty. But the tomb had been sealed since the day she was buried, a day after.

Now what?

The spy wasn't taking any chances, the hidden portal remained, and since the attic room was discovered the moths kept coming back. They looked up and down and could find anything.

En was back with the Lord he needed help as well, her sisters, one at a time were called, and stayed ready for action.

HERMIONE'S FATHER

Hermione had fully recuperated but she had noticed changes in her, she felt stronger than ever, could move much faster, and her nails were very hard and grew to a point. She no longer try to cut them. All her senses were extremely acute, enhanced, and was sure was a result of the ritual performed by the Lord, Cernes.

This day she was working for the MoM, and was thinking to give up the work, she wanted to do more research, to learn more about everything. Percy would be a good candidate, but as of lately with all his family in France, he had been thinking about the offer to serve as a spokesman for the growing company. The salary was nearly five times of his salary now, an even higher than Kingsley's. Although power appealed to him, clout and money had their own attractions. Someone had told Harry that Percy was given notice that week. He would be the last Weasley wizard but for Ron to join them.

She was also anxious about the coming event, a formal marriage ceremony, when she would also join Rodolphus, and perhaps Harry. The later because Rodolphus had suggested it, and Rabastan agreed. She wouldn't deny it, she had given her love to him since they were in fourth class. But they had been lovers only in the shadows, because neither wanted to hurt Ron.

Since he had come to work with the Lestrange, her love for him had renewed, and if not for the children it would be a tough call. She wondered if she had something broken inside. She had talked to her father, "I know Mom and you disapprove of my choices, but I feel powerless, I love both Rabastan and Rodolphus, I wish you two wouldn't be unhappy with me."

Her father sat next to her and held her hand. "I have changed a lot from the man I once was. I was raised in my mother's religion. I was ordained very young and made a vow of celibacy, which lasted until I first saw your mother. Within a month, and not even knowing if I had chances with your mother, I left the church. My mother died without talking to me ever again." He looked pensive, and then smiled.

"While your mother was expecting you, my father told me I was adopted, the son of a teenage niece. She was raped coming from school. I now think by Death Eaters, I never told you, what was the sense." He held his daughter's hand.

"I talked to Lucius who was ashamed of the crimes of his youth. He said it would be very difficult to ascertain, but if I wished tests could be done. He volunteered to be tested, but I declined. "I have curly hair, I am not a Malfoy." I told him

"Of course you could be," was his answer, and I retorted, "look at my hair color not a Malfoy's." "As long as you are not a Lestrange it will be fine." Lucius remarked, and we both laughed."

"My grandfather a Death Eater? And where is your biological mother?"

"We think from the recollections she had, she thought they were a cult, with the masks, the Death Eaters masks. My mother died a month or so after I was born, it was an accident. She was hit by a car, the investigators said, or it seemed that way. Now I am not so sure. She might have been running away. I must be a squib, I think. Your magic started very soon, and at first I thought you had telekinetic abilities. I liked science fiction; so I thought my father was an alien.

They both laughed.

"Maybe not so much a squib, I can move things with my mind, and I guess I can apparate, an ability that saved my life, and can do other things we can discuss later, like levitate although not high. I think I understand when animals talk, sometimes. But that is not the point. The point is that I accept you as you are. It turns out my mother used to punish me severely when I was very young, she thought I was possessed. It might have stunted my magic, and still be there hidden, we are looking into it."

Hermione hated her grandmother, that she had seen once. A stern and unhappy woman, and she was glad they were not related.

"During my work to help find a way to protect you and my precious grandchildren, I was told what is going on, I suspect only in part. In any case your choices are yours. I have read how powerful witches were allowed several spouses, particularly since the birthrate of magic females is low. Many families wanted powerful grandchildren to carry the family name. I am proud of you, and so is your mother." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, reassuringly.

We want you to be happy, if you want many husbands, so be it. My dream for many children wasn't possible, but grandchildren, after your mother's illness, are equally great." He kissed her forehead, and they sat quietly.

Her father's revelations were unexpected, but maybe not surprising, now she realized all her father's magic tricks were much more than games. Now, she was less worried.

She went into her room, and before she went in she told the guards she was tired and taking a nap.

The last days of summer and it was warn so she undressed down to her camisole and boy shorts, the kids were out with their fathers, all was quiet.

She sat on her bed, and with her wand she invoked a stronger cooling charm.

Large hands caressed her shoulders, she thought she was alone.

"My beloved, I couldn't stay away any longer."

A/n Yes, a couple of you guessed right, paying attention. That was the room where Bella did her deeds. Of course the assumed she rid herself of the child, not necessarily, maybe she used the body, not good anyway. Oh, it looks like Hermione has a visitor...stay tuned. About Ginny, many parents make bad decisions :(