Everything is Relative
by Teddylonglong

All recognizable Harry Potter characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story. I am merely borrowing the characters to play with them.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.

Warnings: Completely AU, partly OOC.

"No," Harry replied in a firm voice. "I want to see the house."

"It was destroyed. I saw the ruin the evening it happened, and none of us had it renovated," Sirius whispered, urgently. "Something is very wrong here."

"I don't think it's a trap," Harry contradicted. "No one knew that we were coming here, and it was the same with the Evans house. It looked absolutely perfect, too."

"Oh well," Sirius remarked, raising an eyebrow. "Let's go explore then. I'm going to go ahead though in case it's either a trap or a mere charm that makes it look like it does."

'Oh well, that might be possible,' Harry thought in confusion. 'Otherwise, who could have an interest in renovating the place? It should be mine in any case.'

Determined to explore the house, where he had lived with his parents as a baby, he followed Sirius, as his godfather carefully stepped inside with his wand drawn, casting the occasional spell here and there.

"Everything seems to be all right. How strange," Sirius whispered, as he looked into the kitchen on the left hand side, before he hesitantly climbed upstairs with Harry on his heels.

Harry stared around with a combination of shock and amazement. 'This was my nursery,' he thought, as he approached the small cot and picked up a stuffed teddy bear.

"That was Tapp, your favourite cuddly toy," Sirius recalled. "I'm sorry that I didn't have a chance to bring him to you."

Harry instinctively cuddled the teddy close, before he realised what he was doing and quickly laid it back.

"Take him with you," Sirius advised him, causing Harry to glare at his godfather. "Do you know how old I am?" he queried.

"You're never too old for a teddy, at least not before you sleep together with your wives," Sirius quipped.

"Oh well," Harry said and slid the teddy into his robe pocket, the thought 'Lucy will like it' at the front of his mind.

"Sorry Harry, take all the time you need, but I'm going to wait outside," Sirius suddenly said, and Harry realised that his eyes were full of tears. "The memory of your parents gone, you know, right after the attack… There was nothing left of them," he added in a tear-stricken voice. "Only you were there, crying and with that large scar on your forehead…"

"It's all right, please wait outside," Harry interrupted him in a soft voice. "I'll be there soon. Just give me a few minutes."

Harry spent a few minutes examining the nursery, trying to imagine himself as a baby being cared for by his mummy. 'Voldemort is going to pay for it,' he swore to himself, as he hesitantly left the room and entered the adjacent room, realising that it was his parents' bedroom. Not bothering to further inspect the room, as he did not want to make Sirius wait too long, he returned downstairs, where he hesitantly pushed a slightly ajar door open and stepped into the living room.

"Oh Merlin, it's about time that you come here," a deep voice greeted him, and Harry turned around in shock, only to notice a large painting of a wizard and a witch on the wall behind him.

"Hello," he said in a small voice, giving the older couple a curious look.

"Harry?" the witch enquired in a gentle voice.

"Yes," Harry replied, "I'm sorry. I didn't know…"

"That's all right," the witch replied, kindly. "We're Charlus and Dorea Potter, your grandparents."

"My grandparents?" Harry repeated, staring at the painting, wide-eyed.

"Why did Sirius, that idiot, didn't bring you here much sooner?" Charlus demanded to know.

"Oh right, Sirius is waiting for me," Harry recalled. "Please excuse me for a moment. I'll go and fetch him."

He dashed out into the garden, where he found Sirius sitting on a large stone with his elbows on his knees and his head lowered onto his hands.

"Sirius," he addressed his godfather in a soft voice, "will you please join me in the living room to speak with my grandparents for a moment?"

"Your grandparents?" Sirius asked, incredulously.

"Their painting is in the living room," Harry explained, causing Sirius to gasp.

"Of course," he uttered and dashed inside in a speed that made Harry hurry to follow him. "Aunt Dorea, Uncle Charlus," he greeted the two elder people, "I am sorry. I didn't think that your portrait could be intact considering what the houses looked like that evening."

"Still, you could have checked and brought little Harry here," Charlus replied, sounding slightly reproachful.

"No, he couldn't," Harry spoke up in a soft voice and quickly explained how his godfather had spent ten years in Azkaban.

"They should have asked us," Charlus growled. "We knew that you weren't their secret keeper."

"Perhaps no one knew that your portrait was here?" Harry suggested, tentatively.

"No dear, Petunia knew, and Albus Dumbledore knew as well," Dorea replied, gently.

"Petunia was attacked by Unspeakables, who supressed her magic, completely changed her memory along with her behaviour, and Dumbledore – he's just a b…"

"Sirius!" Dorea scolded him. "Don't even use such a word. In any case, I am very glad to see you both."

"I am very happy to meet you, too," Harry replied, smiling.

"How come that the house is in this state?" Sirius enquired. "The last time I came here right after the attack, it was a ruin."

"Years ago, a group of people came to repair everything," Dorea explained, thoughtfully, "and when Charlus asked them who sent them, they said the ministry."

"No, I'm fairly sure that they said it was Gringotts, which made me believe that you sent them."

"No, we didn't," Sirius replied in a firm voice, glancing at Harry. "I suggest that we head to Gringotts and ask Buckbean about the matter. Perhaps he knows something. It could have been Albus, the meddling old coot," he added as an afterthought.

"We're currently living at Hogwarts Manor together with an enlarged family of relatives and friends," Harry changed the topic. "Would you perhaps like to join us there? We surely could take your painting with us?" he offered.

"Hogwarts Manor?" Charlus asked in apparent disbelief, and with combined efforts, the two younger wizards explained about the matter, and the Potters agreed to have their portrait moved to where the family actually lived.

"Dredy, Dobby," Harry called the elves and asked, "Could you please move the portrait of my grandparents to the parlour at the manor?"

Naturally, the elves happily complied, and by the time Harry and Sirius returned home for dinner, the extended family had already greeted them and introduced them to the founders of Hogwarts with great enthusiasm.

HP

'Our family is still growing,' Harry thought, feeling very happy at the idea of having a large family. 'That was what I wished for my whole life,' he thought, smiling, as he cuddled Lucy close.

=You seem happy tonight,= the canine observed, gently licking his cheek.

"That I am," Harry confirmed, contentedly.

=Are you looking forward to school beginning again?= Lucy enquired, causing Harry to let out a sigh.

"On the one hand, I look forward to seeing some of my classmates again, but on the other hand, during the holidays, I was busy enough without having classes to attend and homework to do." 'The last few days of the holidays will be busy, too,' he thought, recalling that Sirius and he had decided to head to Gringotts first thing the following morning.

=Do you regret that you refused becoming head boy?=

Harry let out a deep sigh, realising that Lucy had to know him quite well to ask such a thing.

A few weeks ago, Minerva had asked him if he would like to become the head boy; however, Harry had refused, pointing out that with Hermione being the head girl and him the head boy, Susan and Luna might feel left out and that it would be better to have the head girl and head boy from two different houses.

Minerva had grudgingly accepted his decision, pointing out that they were the best students of the year, and had instead made Neville head boy.

'As much as I am happy for Neville, she should have chosen someone from a different house,' he mused, 'Blaise Zabini from Slytherin, for example. A headmistress shouldn't be too biased towards one specific house.'

"On the one hand yes, but it was the right thing to do," Harry finally replied, only to realise that Lucy had already drifted off to sleep.

HP

First thing in the morning, Harry and Sirius headed to Gringotts to speak with Buckbean, glad that the Whizkidz only opened at ten o'clock in the morning, while the goblins were always ready to receive customers at a much earlier time.

Buckbean led them into his office and patiently listened to their question concerning the renovations of the Potters' cottage at Godric's Hollow as well as the Evans house in Spinner's End.

The goblin finally nodded in understanding, before he let out a deep sigh. "I know what happened, but I am afraid that I cannot disclose any information to you at this time," he replied, causing Harry and Sirius to stare at him in disbelief.

"No money was taken from the Potter vaults for these renovations," Buckbean reassured them, which was not really satisfying for Harry and Sirius.

"That doesn't really explain what happened," Sirius all but growled.

"I am very sorry, Lord Black, Mr. Harry Potter, but it is not my secret to share," Buckbean replied. "If you wish, I can contact the person responsible and ask them to speak with you about the matter."

"Please do so," Sirius demanded in a firm voice. "It was not Albus Dumbledore I suppose?"

Buckbean smirked. "No, it was not Albus Dumbledore," he confirmed.

Realising that Buckbean was not willing to give them any precise information, Harry and Sirius finally gave up and returned home, wondering whom Buckbean wanted to protect and why.

HP

In the evening, they told the extended family about the matter; however, no one had any idea what might have happened – before Regulus spoke up.

"This must remain here, and I am not one hundred percent sure, but I believe that Buckbean is closely working together with the Unspeakables. In fact, he might be an Unspeakable himself," he said, pensively. "I am not sure, and you must not tell anyone that I said this," he added, strictly.

"We won't," Harry replied, reassuringly, before he let out a groan. "Don't tell me everything is these meddling Unspeakables' doing," he moaned.

"Well, you seem to be close enough to them, so why don't you simply ask them?" Sirius suggested, smirking.

Harry merely returned a glare to his godfather, not even bothering to reply.

'I'm not going to ask them if they perhaps had my ancestors' homes renovated,' he thought in annoyance. 'Why would they do such a thing, anyway? They only interfered because of Voldemort.'

HP

On Friday, Harry and Dudley decided to roam the village in their Animagi forms for a while. Together with Lucy, they made their way through the shortcut to Whizkidz, where they stopped dead in their tracks upon seeing Arabella Figg sitting at one of the tables together with Regina Lestrange.

'Oh well, Regina has now magic and should even better be able to surf the Wizardnet,' Harry thought. He really liked the former Squib, who was still studying at Hogwarts every weekend; however, Mrs. Figg was still strange. All too well, he remembered her and her obsession with cats, when he had to spend hours looking at her cat albums.

He slowly strode by the table, only to lick Regina's hand, when the kind witch leaned down to gently caress his fur. 'I wonder if she knows who I am,' he thought in amusement, when he suddenly looked up at the old Squib in shock.

'She smells strange,' he thought, picking up a scent, which his human form would not be able to process. Once again licking Regina's hand, he walked around the table to the side, where the old Squib was sitting. She immediately reached out to gently caress his ears.

'She smells like Rebecca. She even pets me like Felina did the other day,' he realised, staring at Mrs. Figg, while his thoughts went haywire. 'She's much older and looks completely different from her, but seeing how Mr. Filch changed his appearance for his other personality, maybe she did the same, and posing as Regina's best friend, while in reality, she's her sister…'

=Harry, is something wrong?= Dudley enquired, bringing him back to reality.

=No, it's fine. Please go ahead. I'll follow you shortly,= he replied, before he transformed back into his human form.

"Felina, I believe that you have something to explain," he said in a stern yet quiet voice to not attract any attention from the other customers, glaring at the woman, who seemed to be someone else.

"It took you some time," the old lady replied in small voice, chuckling, while Regina looked from one to the other in apparent surprise. "Harry, let's speak later on. Let's meet in front of the shop at lunch time, all right?" Mrs. Figg AKA Felina suggested, and Harry agreed.

"All right, Felina," he whispered back, causing Regina to let out a small gasp of surprise.

"It's all right," her sister said, reassuringly. "No one else knows, and Harry won't give me out."

"I won't," Harry confirmed, only to add, "It just was a shock."

"Sorry dear," the supposed-to-be Squib replied.

Instead of a further response, Harry transformed back into his Freg form and left the shop to catch up with his cousin and his familiar.

'I can't believe it,' he thought, incredulously. 'Felina is Mrs. Figg. That is gross. She really played her roll well though. If I hadn't met her in my Freg form, I wouldn't have known.'

HP

After an hour of roaming Hogsmeade, enjoying the last day of freedom before the beginning of the school, the three canines returned to the shop, noticing that an Unspeakable was waiting on the other side of the main street.

=I'm going to have lunch with her,= Harry informed Dudley and Lucy, before he entered Whizkidz after them, only to transform back and leave again.

"Felina?" he asked, as he approached the Unspeakable.

"Harry," she greeted him and motioned him to follow her. Only when they reached the room at the Three Broomsticks, where Harry had eaten lunch together with Felina and Whisker before, she lowered her hood.

"Thanks for forgiving me the masquerade," she said, smiling.

Harry shook his head in annoyance. "I am still shocked," he admitted. "I'd never have suspected. Do you have a reasonable explanation for me though?"

Rebecca let out a long sigh, before she told him a long story about her time at Hogwarts together with Artemis and Harry's grandfather Paul. "While your grandfather went off to marry a muggle and pretended being a muggle in spite of being magical, Artemis and I decided to join the Unspeakables and at the same time create new personalities for both of us. In fact, it was Whisker's idea, but I loved it. You must know, carrying the Lestrange name is not really fun in the magical world," she added, sighing.

"I believe that immediately," Harry replied in understanding. "Your family is about the evillest I've met," he added with a shudder, as Bellatrix Lestrange came into his mind. "Maybe besides the Malfoys," he added as an afterthought.

"Exactly, and the Nott family is not much better off," Rebecca confirmed. "I hope that the Minister of Magic will finally agree to have the Death Eaters, who were once freed from Azkaban, put through the veil, but as far as I know, Moody and Croaker are still fighting him on that point."

"I'd appreciate it," Harry concurred. "By the way, what about the plan of a family meeting between Voldemort and my relatives and me?"

Rebecca nodded. "Whisker and I are working on it. In fact, we're still looking for the best spot between Hogwarts, The Whizkidz or some place in the muggle world."

"Perhaps Whizkidz wouldn't be too bad," Harry thought aloud. "We could hide some help in the back room if necessary."

"We'll set up something soon," Rebecca promised.

"Thank you," Harry promised. "Err, what do I have to do though? I wouldn't want to cast the killing curse."

Rebecca let out a scoff. "Of course not, and we're going to train you beforehand. We meant to ask you anyway if you would be willing to join us and become an Unspeakable," she added, giving him a questioning look.

Harry stared at the Unspeakable in surprise. "I'd like that," he replied, thoughtfully, "but would I have enough time for training besides school and such?"

"Yes," Rebecca confirmed. "You could either tell the headmistress the truth and receive permission to train with us during the weekends and one evening per week, or you could just try to get away unnoticed."

Harry decided to think about the matter and probably speak with Minerva about it and promised to give Rebecca a response through Whisker during the next few days.

"Oh, by the way, I have another question," he remembered to ask. "We have noticed that not only my parents' house but also my muggle grandparents' house have been renovated by unknown people. Could that perhaps be the Unspeakables' doing as well?"

'Maybe I shouldn't have asked that,' he thought upon seeing Rebecca's inexplicable expression.

However, the Unspeakable merely sighed, before she explained that indeed, Team 13 had seen to it that both houses were renovated for the Evans and the Potters to return sometime.

"They're dead," Harry replied, feeling extremely upset at the conversation.

"You know, Harry, when Whisker and I came into Team 13, our job was the control of the time chamber," Felina explained. "However, we talked Croaker into allowing us to work against Voldemort in addition. Anyway, one of the aspects of the time chamber is time travel." She let out a deep sigh, before she continued, "I've done bad things on my way of fighting Voldemort. I've wronged you and your family badly, and for that, I am very sorry. I know that there is no way I could make up for it; however, I've tried to do my best, and I hope that at some stage, you will be able to forgive me…"

'Perhaps, I'll be able to forgive, but not to forget,' Harry thought, only to stare at the witch in shock, when she continued her explanation.

tbc...

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Next chapter: "The Unspeakables".