A/N: Harry Potter is the work of J.K. Rowling. I own nothing, I simply just like to play with some of the beautiful characters she wrote.

A/N: This is one of my first fanfictions I'm ever posting. I've read many and I've wrote some, but I have never posted before.

Harry had always felt lonely. He could remember sitting in the cupboard under the stairs and wishing more than anything that someone would come and take him far away from the Dursley's.

When he had turned eleven his wish had come true and he had been allowed to go to Hogwarts. It had felt more like home than any other place he had ever been. Things weren't always perfect and Voldemort had almost returned to power twice, but he felt like he belonged at Hogwarts.

At least he had always thought that it would be the only place to feel like home. In the past weeks he had kept up a constant correspondence with his Aunt Ana. He had learned more about his parents and family than he could've ever hoped. He still hadn't met her but she had been a constant source of comfort. When he had lost against Hufflepuff and ruined his broom he had written to his Aunt Ana as soon as he woke up In the hospital wing. She had written back fairly quickly and told him she'd get him a new one as soon as possibles and that there was no shame in losing a game as long as he did the best he could. She had even told him to ask Professor Lupin about teaching him to protect himself against the Dementors.

Now after Christmas holidays he would be learning the Patronus Charm. His Aunt Ana seemed to always have the answers to the problems he wrote about in his letters. Harry had never had an adult in his life that he felt like he could trust with everything until his Aunt Ana woke up.

At least Harry had thought that he could trust her.

He sat in Gryffindor Tower staring out into the powdery white grounds, wondering just how she could've kept such a big secret from him. It had been around six weeks since they had begun writing one another and he had so many letters from her that he had lost count. However, not in a single letter had she told him that Sirius Black was his Godfather.

He had found out from overhearing a conversation while in Hogsmeade.

Ron and Hermione had sat by his side once they returned to the castle as he had written his Aunt and questioned just how she could keep it from him. Harry had sent it in a rush and even though he slightly regretted some of what he said, he stood by it. He should've been told.

He had a right to know just who Sirius Black really was. He hadn't been able to look at his Professors or the Headmaster. They all knew and no one had told him. Everything Mr. Weasley said in the Leaky Cauldron before the term made sense now. When he warned Harry not to go looking for Black, Harry had wondered who would be mad enough to seek out a murderer. Then when he found out who Black was to him, to his parents, he realized he was the one mad enough to want to go find him.

Everything in him wanted to find Sirius Black and make him pay. He was his parent's friend and they had trusted him. They had trusted him and he had betrayed them. He was the reason his parents were dead. Harry couldn't imagine ever hurting Ron or Hermione like that.

He had sent that letter to his Aunt Ana days ago and now that it was the Holidays he was wondering if he had scared her away for good. If his moment of anger had driven away the only family member he had who had shown an interest in him.

Harry sighed heavily and turned as the portrait door opened. Ron and Hermione stepped through and both smiled at Harry.

They had both decided to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas this year. Ron said he couldn't stand being home with Percy for two weeks and Hermione said she needed the Library to study, but Harry knew they had stayed because they were worried about him.

He had tried to get them to go home to their families but neither would budge on the subject. Harry appreciated it but he felt bad that they stayed because of him.

"Hey, mate. Want to go get some lunch? I'm starving."

Hermione smiled a little to brightly as Ron asked him to go get lunch with them and Harry sighed and nodded. He didn't feel much like going to the Great Hall but his friends had stayed for him, so the least he could do was go eat with them.

"Sure, let's go."

Hermione gave him a much more genuine smile and Ron was already halfway out the doorway before Harry could stand. Hermione snorted and Harry cracked a smile. If there was one thing you could count on, it was that Ron wasn't going to miss a meal if he could help it.

Hermione had chatted about her classes and what she needed to study and Harry nodded in the right places, his mind mostly occupied with thoughts of his Aunt and Sirius Black.

Harry was quickly jolted from his thoughts when they got to the front of the Great Hall and saw Professor Lupin chatting to a woman with Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore next to them.

Professor Dumbledore looked up and gave him, Ron, and Hermione a smile.

Hermione and Ron were frozen next to him as Professor Dumbledore placed his hand on the woman's shoulder. She looked up and Harry almost gasped. He knew exactly who she was.

"Bloody hell," Ron whispered.

Her hair was longer than the photos he had seen, but it had the same wild waves. Her eyes met his and she took a step forward. They were hazel, a mix of brown and green and Harry knew from pictures that his dad's were almost the exact same shade.

He felt frozen, unable to move or breathe. His Aunt Ana hadn't decided to abandon him, she was right here in the castle.

She looked slightly unsure of herself as she wiped her hands down her coat.

Hermione slightly pushed him forward.

"Go." She whispered and her and Ron both gave him an encouraging smile.

He shook off his shock and began to jog quickly forward.

His Aunt Ana gave him a wide smile and moved to meet him halfway, her arms wide open.

Harry threw his arms around her and she let out a loud and watery laugh while holding him tight. Harry had only been hugged liked this one other time in his life and it was by Mrs. Weasley. He felt his eyes begin to water and quickly tried to push his emotions down. He didn't want to cry in front of all his Professors and definitely not when meeting his Aunt for the first time that he could remember.

A warmth filled Harry as his aunt squeezed him tightly and Harry realized that this must be what having a real family felt like.

A/N: So sorry about the long break in between updates! I know this one is short so I'm about to upload chapter 8 as well! Please review and let me know what you guys think!