AN: Just to tell you all that my main language is not English, but please give me feedback and what I need to improve, thank you!

Disclaimer: This work of Fanfiction based on Harry Potter universe. All recognizable characters, plots and settings are exclusive property of J.K. Rowling I don't own anything jus my OC's

Pairings: HarryXThe Black Sisters

Chapter 1 - A new addition.

Dorea Potter neé Black is a very proud woman and witch, but she never thought marrying a Potter, Charlus was a handsome and intelligent man, but this was not what attracted her, but his heart. In the beginning, her father was not pleased with her choice of pure-blood wizard, of course, like the rest of her family she followed the ideals of pure-blood families, of marrying only those worth the blood they carried, but she did not have nothing against muggleborns or supported her family radical ideals, and that's the difference between Dorea and the most part of her family.

Putting those thoughts aside, today Charlus would come home late, because of his work as an Auror and probably, like her family, he would probably also have to take care of family matters, with the same subject in mind. She knew that many families would be discussing the Knights of Walpurgis and their beliefs, so she was alone most of the day. Nowadays, even alone, she could find joy in reading, practicing her magic or even doing 'Muggle chores'. It would be a disaster if her family knew that she found these particular activities to her liking. She couldn't imagine their faces if they knew this information in particular. But in the last few months she started to enjoy reading Muggle books, and so Dorea was reading, at the moment, how to use the Sewing Machine, funny that Muggles could create many things that were useful, and that interested her. Reading about sewing brought up a child's thoughts, in the past Charlus brought up more one time the subject, but she could not tell him that she couldn't have a child.

Their last conversation on the subject took place a long time ago. Whenever the subject was brought up, she said that she was not yet ready to have a child, Charlus smiled and said that everything was fine. She was ashamed of herself, not being able to tell him the truth. She couldn't get pregnant, and she couldn't confess to him that she was failing as a wife. Deep down she knew that Charlus was not going to judge her and was going to support her in every way possible. But the shame was so great that she couldn't find the strength to tell him the truth.

Her thoughts stopped with a loud thump, something or someone fell into one of the mansion's rooms. Startled, she carefully dropped the book she was reading and went to the door, she quickly opened it and moved in the direction of the sound. She saw the door that led to Charlus's private studies, lying on the floor, apparently passed out it was a boy, without delay, Dorea called quickly a house elf.

"Yes, mistress!" The she-elf appeared with a little bow, Tammy was a blessing gift from her older sister Cassiopeia Black.

"Did you see anyone enter the house, or how is this child here?" In a hurried voice, she asked Tammy, she didn't feel the wards trigger.

"No ma'am, I'm sorry, Tammy didn't see anything" Tammy was terrified, how could anyone pass her without her noticing.

Dorea, was surprised, how a boy could pass her wards, without being detected, and why he was in her husband studies. Thinking of her husband she should contact him, but these thoughts came to a pause when she looked carefully at the boy's face, he looked like a much younger Charlus, and every thoughts of harming or getting rid of the boy came to a pause, a suddenly warm feeling run up to her body and a motherly instinct took over her body, and then she decided her next move.

"Tammy, get the boy to my room, and get some healing potions!" The elf was quick to leave, to do her assignments, she just popped out and disappeared leaving Dorea to her thoughts.

Dorea knew she needed to contact her husband immediately, but her heart chose to keep him for herself for now, and see who this boy was and why these feelings suddenly appeared, and why he looked so much like her husband.

A few hours had passed and Dorea felt restless, with her mind running a thousand miles an hour, thinking about the mystery that was her situation. How?, when?, who?, those were her simplest questions, and she couldn't find answers, especially the feeling she had before, of course she was thinking about having a child, but feeling what she felt at that moment for a nobody, a mystery that came out of nowhere, that was the impossible enigma she couldn't figure out in any possible way. Suddenly, with a pop Tammy appeared, and she looked at the elf with expectation.

"The boy woke up, mistress" And without a word Dorea walked towards to her and her husband's room.

Her thoughts didn't stop, she wanted to know the boy, but suddenly she realized, he was just a boy, she needed to calm herself and think a form of approach, calming herself she opened the door and took a look at the boy with more appraisal. His messy black hair his Potter's features, just like her husband, the only difference was his eyes, the blazing and piercing green eyes, it saddened her the emptiness of his eyes, she didn't know what the boy went through, but she was committed to find out.

She quickly came to his aid, lifting his head and giving him water, she could see confusion in his eyes. His voice was soothing but lacking energy and enthusiasm, a feeling of sadness coming with it.

"Where am I?" Looking in her direction with quick questions.

"What happened, who are you?" She could see weariness now, again how a child could have such eyes.

"Calm down, here drink this!" Dorea responded helping him with the healing potions.

The boy seemed hesitant, but carefully accepted the vials that she handed him.

"How are you feeling?" Dorea asked

"Like I was thrown from my broom in high-speed crashing into the ground" He could feel his body stiff with pain, but he knew was nothing like some days he had.

"Broom? But you're just a boy" She responded, logically it was impossible for the boy came crashing into her house, just like that, and without opening holes in the wall and of course without dying or triggering wards. The possibilities.

"No, that was just a sayin... Wait, boy? I am no boy" He responded with a fierceness in his voice.

"Of course you are! You're like what, 10?" She could see confusion in his eyes now. He thinks she was stupid?

"No I am 25 years old, and who are you?" He countered demanding her answers.

She looked at him like he had grown two heads, amusement in her eyes, she quickly summoned a small mirror and handed to him.

"Fine, you first break into my house, demand me answers, the one who treated you and now you lie to me, I see a boy in front of me!" She wasn't angry, but she wasn't happy either but this boy certainly brings that motherly feeling to her.

Dorea stared at the boy who looked back at her with confusion and wariness, it took him a moment for him to lift the mirror to see his reflection, and just as fast as before his emotions immediately shift to horror and more confusion and he started to panic.

"How...?" It was barely a whisper, but she could hear the extreme confusion in his voice.

"Calm down, okay, just look at me" Dorea uttered those words in a rushed tone, he looked at her more confused, and before he could ask she continued. She took a deep breath, thinking if it was wise to give him, her name.

"Okay… My name is Dorea Potter, and you're in my house, what's your name dear? Her tone was kind and affectionate, but this did not seem to calm the boy, just increase his confusion. She was certainly talking to a child by the tone of her voice

"Potter... How, I'm the only one left" Again a whisper, but this alarmed her, 'the only one left' what he's words mean.

"Look at me. Now breath, in and out." He complied calming his nerves and looking direct into her eyes, his piercing green eyes now waiting, with a hint of awareness and doubt of her words.

"Can you tell me your name boy?" Again he hesitated. "Or how you are in my house?" He hesitated one more time before he answered.

"Harry..." Alright, she got a first name, but she knew something was wrong.

"Harry, what?" Dorea was starting to grew impatient, she needed answers. "Look Harry, I need you to tell me who you are. And how did you get in my house without triggering the wards, just appearing out of nowhere in my husband's studies." Or why she felt a motherly towards him.

Again he just looked at her, without saying anything, but before she urged for answers again he asked.

"Mrs. Potter... what year is it?" Questioning again, she raised a delicate eyebrow, then sighed, "November 1st, why? And how does this answer my questions"? He shook his head and asked her again.

"Excuse me miss, but of what year?" Again her nerves were being tested by this boy.

"1963, of course, now can you answer my dam questions about the you?" She almost screamed, quickly shortening her temper.

But she saw him getting paler, and started to panic again, muttering quickly under his breath, he tried to move, but she held him in place, and with a hard and sharp look she asked again.

"Who. Are. You?" He paused and looked at her, and started to calm down, it took him a minute or two but his answer, gave her more questions.

"My name is Harry Potter" With a low voice came his reply. She furrowed her eyebrows in annoyance.

"Impossible, there's no Potter child at you age, and the only one I know is Fleamont's son, and he's much younger than you." She looked in his eyes searching for deceit, but she couldn't find anything. "Answer me, or I will make you talk, in a manner you won't appreciate." Dorea could try Legilimency, but she was not proficient at it, and she was afraid damaging his mind in the process.

The boy sighed, she could still see confusion, but no fear. She couldn't tell if the boy didn't know the situation he was in or too brave in front of her threats. She was black and knew some nasty curses to make him talk, even if he was a child, he broke into her house and she would find answers that she wanted

"Do you believe in time travel ma'am?" He asked in calm tone staring directly at her eyes.

"Time travel... Don't give me this bullshit, now give me my answers?" Dorea never cursed so much since she graduated from Hogwarts.

"Please ma'am, I know is hard to believe, but if you have Veritaserum with you I could prove it to you." She could hear a slight panic in her voice, realizing her situation

Time travel... She couldn't believe this, but with Veritaserum her answers would be there, without a lie, and he suggest it, she waited a bit until she called Tammy.

"Tammy!" With a pop she appeared.

"Yes, mistress!" Came the answer.

"Could you get a vial of Veritaserum and an antidote for me please?" With two pops the Veritaserum an it's antidote was at her reach. She hesitated before giving to the boy, who downed the contents in the vial in one go.

Time for answers, she thought.

"Name?"

"Harry James Potter" Wait... James is the name of her brother-in-law's son.

"How did you get in here?"

"I don't know, suddenly I was hunting my target and all turned dark then I woke up here." This didn't answer anything, hunting... but, he is just a boy. She frowned and asked.

"How old are you?"

"I'm 25 years-old" he responded with straight face, looking in her eyes. And his answer made her froze, he looked like a 10-year-old boy, this is impossible she wanted to shout, quickly regaining her composure she carefully asked.

"When you were born?" She could see him took deep breath before answering.

"I was born on July 31st, 1980" She froze, again time travel, impossible, but he was under Veritaserum. There was a long paused, just the two of the looking each other in the eyes, before the same question escape her lips with a deep frown in her face.

"How?"

"I don't really know ma'am" It was barely a whisper, he finally broke the eye contact and look down in his hands, frowning he looked up again and said.

"I'm sorry for invading into your home ma'am, I'll be leaving right away" Again, barely a whisper.

"Wait, that doesn't answer anything, and where would you go, are you just a child?" Even though he proved his age with Veritaserum, his body was that of a child.

He paused and took a deep breath, before returning to his previous position, he looked at her for a moment and she didn't hide her confusion, he could clearly see those emotions on her face, sighing in anguish he asked.

"What do you want to know?" She had a million questions in her mind, especially how was this possible, but the question she asked was one of concern about the boy in front of her named Harry

"Why you look so haunted, so hollow?" She could see surprise in his eyes and a slight attempt of hesitations to respond.

"I lived my live being hunted down by a madman, that took everything from me, just because he had daddy issues and believe in his pure-blood ideals, I grew up with people that hated me, and lived on the run until I was 17, that's when I killed the bastard, but this feeling of adrenaline never left me, I was addicted to it, so I took jobs of hunting man down, a Hitwizard." His eyes and voice was devoid of any emotions, she couldn't hear or see even the slight pain in him, jus emptiness.

His words saddened her, and with this came more questions that she didn't want answers anymore. She needed comfort him, that's was her feelings now, after his words she understood, he suffered, beyond her imagination, she knew he just knew suffering and loss.

With a lingering silence, she stopped several times from talking and asking questions, but after some minutes with a saddened look and a frown she talked.

"Rest, I believe you... I'll do some researches and wait for my husband get back from work, and then we can talk, just rest for now" Before he could speak she interrupted, seem to known what he wanted to speak. "I'll not tell anyone, relax, but my husband need to know when he gets back."

She could see he wanted to protested, but held his tongue and nodded absentmindedly and voiced his agreement.

"Yes ma'am, and thank you for your hospitality" And he gave her a tiny smile before closing his eyes.

Dorea waited for a while, stunned by the heat that washed her body after her smile of appreciation, those motherly feelings hovering over her were still an enigma, but she was beginning to discover the truth, she wanted to raise a child and the boy in front of her it was so familiar that, without her knowing the feeling that was growing inside her, she became attached to the young man in her room, the feeling of protection and care was blooming the first time she saw those haunted green eyes, wanting to give him a childhood and his innocence of return.

She exited the bedroom and went to the library with the objective of getting answers, not to her feed curiosity, but to help the boy... no, to help Harry and of course wait for her husband to come back home.

Charlus was a man with commitment and protectiveness to his family, and a man that gained a lot of respect after Grindelwald's war, everyone knew the Potters were light, but Charlus was different, his visions and ideas of light and dark changed after he seen war and after he started taking liking to a Lady of the house of Black he needed to change his ways. The Blacks and Potters never had difficult relationship, the two family's respected each other, for the magic and for being pure-blood, but the 'dark and light' separated the two and they never held the idea of mixing the two together, until came the love of his life Dorea Black. Her father Sirius Black II never approved of their relationship until the middle of the war when he fought and show that he was more than willing to show his capabilities fighting and his protectiveness towards Dorea, he didn't hesitate to kill or torture for the sake of protecting what he held dear.

After the war he became famous for his acts and a lot of the dark families knew who Charlus Potter was, a man of commitment and fierceness that would protect everyone he loved, as for the light families that knew him, could see that these changes was directed to he's enemies and that he was the same playful Charlus Potter that he was in he's teens. But what matter for him, it was what Dorea thinks about it, and he knew she would stay with him regardless from who he was, she would stay and support him on his decisions and helping when needed.

But Charlus family always supported him with his choices, so he would do anything in his power to protect his family, and today disturbed Charlus greatly after his family meeting. Knights of Walpurgis, fanatics that seek the purge of muggles, or how they say 'mudbloods', Charlus knew a lot of families would join their cause, but what worried him was his wife's family, he knew that a lot of her siblings would follow these Knights without second thought and he knew they would eventually be declared terrorists, and Charlus didn't want to fight his wife's family.

Arriving home, already late he found the house in a disturbing silence, walking through the main corridor Charlus could see light coming from the kitchen, maybe his wife was waiting for him, so they could eat together. But these thoughts suddenly came to a stop when he steps in the kitchen, he could see lots of books and a cup of tea at her side. With her elbows in the table her finger interlocked and her head looking down that seemed lost in deep thoughts, but he too could see the deep frown of concern in her face.

"Dorea?! You still awake, it's pretty late! Did something happen?" He asked concerned that she didn't move. She didn't respond, so he continued. "If it is because of the Knights, I understand if your family will support them, it's just..." He never finished.

It's not the movement, it's something beyond my knowledge happened today, and it disturbs me greatly, but I can't stop thinking about it." Came her response, he could hear the tiredness in her voice.

"If it's not the Knights, then what, you're scaring me Dorea! What happened?" She sighed and after a brief silence their eyes met. Then she spoke.

"After the family meeting, I came home and spend some hours reading some books about sewing, and I started to think about us having a child."

"Love, we already talked about this, I was just waiting when you were comfort..." She held her hand up, stopping him mid-sentence. Her eyes narrowed.

"Charlus Potter, let me finish." His attention doubled, and he gulped, if she used his full name it was because it was serious. "And don't interrupt until I am finished, understood?"

He just nodded rapidly.

"So, I was reading it when I heard something falling on the floor, because of the sound that made, it was a big thing. Or I was someone!" He would protest, but held his tongue when he remembered her words

"So I went investigate... For my surprise the door of your studies was opened, and there lying on the ground was a boy..." Silence, neither of them talked, just kept staring each other for some time, until Charlus broke the silence with a snort.

"Stop with jokes Dorea, how a boy could pass the wards..." But he didn't speak further, or rather he couldn't, his wife's eyes narrowed indicating she wasn't joking.

"I know what I saw Charlus, and the said boy is lying in our bed this instant" Silence again, he took a deep breath and walked to her a sit right in front of her.

"So, a boy brakes in our house and you give him a bed to rest? Smart of you my dear wife." Her gaze hardened and her eyes grew colder.

"Be silent, I said to only speak when I finished" He just paled, she was pissed. After a moment her gaze softened a bit but there still fierceness in them. "He looked just like you, same hair, same Potter features, handsome face, but what distinguished his similarities with yours is his eyes, deep green eyes, and the emptiness and sadness that his eyes showed, it was devastating to me" Charlus kept listening, frowning a bit he just nodded for her to continue.

"After a while he woke up and seemed confused, he didn't know where he was, so I started asking questions, but he just seemed more confused. So I decided to give him my name." He wanted to protest but held his tongue. To give her name to a person who broke into your house it was stupidity, even a child, he could be under polyjuiced. He put these thoughts aside when she continued.

"So I told her my name and his confusion increased, and I started to grew impatient. After more confusion, I threatened him to give me answers." She paused bit before continuing. "It will sound ridiculous, but he gave me his name, looking straight into my eyes, his name's Harry..."

Charlus confusing and worries grew, Harry who, some enemy of their families, some famous Hitwizard, he couldn't remember a Harry, it was too vague.

"Harry who?" Came the despaired question, she just glared at him for a moment for his interruption before giving him the straight answer

"His name is Harry Potter, and he's from the future." Silence

More silence

After more silence

Charlus broke, he started to laugh like a madman, or a person who told him the best joke in the world

"Stop Dorea please, this too funny, I never thought you to be a joker" He spoke between the laughs, but suddenly he stops after seeing his wife's face "Merlin, you're serious. After a brief paused he asked "How?"

"I don't know Charlus, but this boy needs help, and I intent to help" The fires in her eyes spoke everything, and he knew this look, it was the same look his mother's had.

"Wait Dorea, but you don't know anything about him, do you even know if he's telling the truth"

"I know, Charlus, I gave him Veritaserum." She started frowning and continued. "I asked him to rest and said I would wait for you to arrive before we could discuss our ... situation." She sighed before continuing to frown "I researched time travel and everything, but I couldn't find anything, but that wasn't what caught my attention for a long time, it was something he said." Again she paused, but continued before he could ask what.

"He told me that he was hunted since he was a kid, that a madman who believe in blood-puritism, hunted him down until he was 17."

"But Dorea you said he is a child, I thought he was like... what, 10."

"That's the thing Charlus, his body is of a 10-year-old boy, but he said he was 25. And he was under the effects of Veritaserum."

Damn, this was getting out of hand. They stood there in silence, Charlus trying to digest the information, but before que could ask to see this boy named Harry, a suddenly pop broke their silence with the information they needed.

"Mistress, Master Charlus, the guest that Tammy was watching, is now awake" And then she disappeared after their confirmation.

"Let's see this boy" Charlus straightened his face hid his emotions and started to walk in the direction of the bedroom that he and his wife slept.

"Please Charlus, don't be so harsh on the boy, he's clearly confused"

"But you just said that he is like 25 mentally..." She looked at him pleadingly, so he sighed and complied, he never seen this face before on her, it remembered of his mother "Fine, Dorea" His face softened a bit before he could reach his objective.

Reaching the bedroom and open the door, his first impression was, this certainly was not a 10-year-old boy, this individual in front of him clearly seen battle, war and worst death, be at others hand or his hand, it didn't matter, but Charlus knew the look in his eyes, he lost everything. Without words he approached the bed before speaking.

"Hello, young Harry, my name is Charlus Potter and I am Dorea's husband." He stopped at the sight of the boy. It gave him the impression that the boy was analyzing him in every way possible. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling well, sir. Just some discomfort at the joints but I'm recovering" He responded.

"Right. So my wife told me you came from the future, is ta right?" The boy, Harry grimaced, shadowing his eyes he just nodded. "Can you talk about it? It will help us and maybe discover how you got here."

There was silence for a moment, Harry clearly didn't want to speak about, but he needed to know.

"What do you want to know?" Harry asked, showing his dislike of the subject.

Charlus and Dorea looked at each other, before his wife spoke for the first time again.

"Sorry Harry, but we want to help, I know we are kind of invading your privacy, it's just, we need to know so we can help you" Her tone was gentle with a slight pleading to her tone.

Harry looked at them before realizing a long breath and inhaling, feeling his lungs inflate.

"Any of you know legilimency? I will drop my shields" He said looking at them.

"I know, but it could damage your mind" Charlus spoke before Dorea could.

"Don't worry, my mind is trained, I'm giving you permission" Charlus looked at him, then his wife who clearly disapproved of his methods, but he understood when Harry didn't want to expose himself with words. Then, with a pause, he agreed and nodded.

"Okay, come on. Legilimens" Charlus uttered.

And what seemed like an eternity of suffering to Charlus, it was only a few minutes for Harry and Dorea. Charlus saw everything, his life until his last days, and he couldn't be more disgusted with the life the boy had, he was just a boy. When he finished he sat up quickly, he couldn't get up, that future was crazy. This Voldemort was ten times worse than Grindelwald, so as his wife, he would commit to helping Harry, if he got back in time in a body of a boy, it meant one thing, a new chance for him. And Charlus would help him.

Dorea seeing the stated of his husband after the legilimency, she grew exponentially worried, what he saw, she wanted to ask, but she was afraid, but her line of thoughts was cut short by her husband's voice.

"How could you endured all of this madness?" His voice hollow of emotion.

"I just lived. It was normal for me, I just kept going" An equally emotionless voice responded.

Dorea looked at her husband and saw something that put her on edge, the last time she saw him this way, was on the funeral of his mother, Charlus was crying. Dorea looked at her husband trying not to let her emotions out, so she diverted her sight to the other occupant of the room, Harry's face adorned surprise, like he never seen anyone crying for him, there's the trigger for her, turning again to her husband she asked.

"What did you saw Charlus?" He tore his gaze from Harry and looked at Dorea shaking his head.

"It's terrible, Harry is a strong boy, since birth, but this is his secret to tell, and so he should tell you himself." She wanted to protest but held her tongue when Charlus spoke again.

"So I ask Harry, what you want to do because clearly you won't get out of this house, I don't want let you get out here, you are a Potter... and a Black" Dorea looked directly at her husband's furrowing brows surprise by his statement, Harry's a Black too? Her thoughts cut short by her husband again. "Again Harry I ask, what you want to do?"

Harry tried to talked, he didn't know what to do, this couple that identified themselves to him as his great uncle and aunt, looking at him with worry, sorrow and above all else respect, catching him off guard. People normally would doubt his claims, his body was of a child and he claimed to travel in time, even under the effects of Veritaserum was very hard to believe, but again he gave his permission to enter his head. After some time, he gives his dumb answer

"I don't know, sir"

The surprise in him grew when Charlus answer came

"We'll help you Harry, we'll help stop this madman, stop our families being wipe out" Dorea paled at his husband's statement the Blacks and Potters were wiped out. Impossible.

"And we will help give the world a better future, bur you need to give us something in exchange."

Harrys surprise grew, but he couldn't help asked in dubious tone.

"And this thing, is?"

"Be a kid again, grow up with parents. We could adopt you and we could give you a new life." Silence. Dorea and Harry were stunned.

For Dorea she felt warm again at her husband's proposal, she now could see that Harry's life was not a pretty one, and now she could help him. But above all else she wanted a son even if it was and odd situation like this. When she thinked about Harry, some foreign instinct started washing over her, but she was starting to identify this as a motherly feeling.

As for Harry, it was like Sirius again but still, different, he felt free of all worries here, the feelings that these people were giving him, but he still couldn't shake his thoughts of this situation, he couldn't just accept this, but he could see Charlus was sincere in his words and would help him, he thought hard for a moment but before he could deny the offer Charlus spoke again.

"Please Harry you don't have to accept our relationship immediately, we could build this slowly." Harry looked at him surprised but didn't said anything "You deserve to be happy like everyone" This shocked him he couldn't answer immediately.

Harry never had a family, the person he called family died after moments he reunited with him, because of your foolishness and ingenuity. Harry could feel warm tears escaping his eyes, and a moment later he was caught in the warmest embrace of his life, the motherly sensation he was feeling, made him speechless, and the plead on her voice made him give them his answer. With a smile he said.

"I think I could try." Came Harry's meek response, and with those simple words a river of relief washes over the other two.

Dorea for her part was not just relieved, but she couldn't describe the happiness she felt, she has a son now, as strange as this situation may be, her heart was telling her that they made the right choice. Dorea continued embracing him, until Charlus voice came, and she could see the smile on his face by the tone of his voice.

"Good, now you need to rest, tomorrow we can speak further." Harry just nodded

"Come Dorea, let the poor boy rest." Reluctantly she let him go and with quick wishes of goodnight, they left the room. After four or five steps Charlus turned to Dorea with a snort accompanied to a short weak laugh.

"The brat robbed our bed, he hasn't been here for a day and he's already comfortable."

Dorea smiled sadly, but she was still curios about the boy who she quickly came to care and love.

"Charlus, what you saw was that bad?" The sadness evident in his wife voice so he took a deep breath before responding.

"His life..." There's a pause. "I can't describe it, but all I can tell you that the Blacks and Potters are gone and he is the last in line. Tomorrow we can ask him to talk about it, he has to open up so we can help him."

Dorea didn't answer, but in that day she was committed to help this boy named Harry Potter, time traveler, his great-nephew and now son, she would cherish and love him, and would do everything in her power to give him a better life, she went to sleep determined that night, thinking about the possible and uncertain future she would have with her husband and her new son.

Harry James Potter the Boy-Who-Lived and the Dark Lord Vanquisher, his life was not a pretty one, always on the run, fighting for his life, without knowledge what he was facing and with little help. When he was 17 years old he had enough and decided it was time to fight and that's what he did. After he defeated Voldemort, Harry never settled down, he couldn't and didn't stayed in only one place. Never started a family, he didn't know how, his friends tried to help, he liked Ginny but he couldn't find comfort in her, more like he didn't deserve her. So he chose for to do what he was best at, hunting and defeating dark wizards. After he defeated the Dark Lord, Harry continued his studies and after a year and a half, he was proficient on every art and spell he came across to, he never found the Potters library, but he had access to the Blacks and his opinions on the wizarding world changed. For Harry, Dark and Light was just a concept, and what defined a wizard being dark or light was his actions and intentions, but if you would ask Harry what type wizard he was, he would say Gray.

After two years of learning and deciding that a mundane life was not for him he started his job as Hitwizard, and he was damn good at it. After a year he started, he was identified as the Gray Lord and a lot of people came to the same beliefs and visions as his, the wizarding world needed to change, blood don't define how much powerful was a wizard or witch, but his knowledge, dedication and intentions, family and power always helped, but overall it was knowledge. People admired the vanquisher but also feared him, he certainly was one of the most if not the most powerful wizard that ever lived. But what he gained of followers and supporters he also gained enemies, people that he never imagined would appeared. He knew he was not perfect and his ideals were his to share. And a time he realized that he wasn't normal and that like Dumbledore and Voldemort he was a big figure and he had his own ideals and dreams, and this was the worlds fault that he grew up in.

Darkness, that was what he saw, then he was in a comfortable bed. He didn't remember what happened, he was after a target and all went dark, he never saw it coming. Confused and cursing under his breath he looked around saw some furniture, and things that normally had on a bedroom, he saw the hand mirror from earlier... wait, hand-mirror. He quickly picked it up and then remembered, he was a 10-year-old boy in the house of his great-uncle and aunt, and last night he just accepted being their son. Funny, how things went downhill and quickly change to a 'better' situation. The words that Charlus spoke last night gave him comfort, a new chance, he didn't know what to think about it until he reassured him with simple words, 'just try it, we will help you'. The embrace that Dorea gave him, also help a lot either, he never felt so warm and assured of his worries. The new sensation of a foreign love and understanding, saying that everything would be alright and that she would protect him, not that he needed, but he felt and it was strong feeling. Like the professional Hitwizard he was, he quickly accessed the situation and doubled checked his physical condition. Slowly he put his thoughts aside and slowly got up and moved to the door.

Harry was impressed with the house it was simple but very beautiful. Compared to 12 Grimmauld Place it was much better, he could feel the comfort coming from the walls welcoming him, it was nor depressing and give him the impression that he was living there for his whole life. Harry could hear voices coming from what voices coming from a place he thought was the kitchen, seemly Dorea and Charlus engaged in light conversation. Without delay he made his way to sound of voices, passing through the door he could see Dorea and Charlus, but in the way Harry couldn't put what they were talking about and soon he met with the smiling faces of what would soon be his parents.

"Good morning, Harry" They chorused, smiling wider. "Are you okay, how did was your sleep, are you hungry" Came Dorea's rushed questions.

"Calm down dear, let the boy breath" Charlus laughed calming his wife down.

Harry was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand the situation, but the feeling of heat that invaded him made him smile. He didn't understand why he felt so connected to these two, something inside him said 'accept and everything will be fine '.

"Yes thank you, ma'am, I'm starving!" He looked at Dorea, who pouted and responded.

"Please Harry, call me Dorea…" She paused for moment and shyly continued. "I know it's sudden but could you call me Mum, or at least Mother?"

Again a stunned and lingering silence, even Charlus looked at her surprised by her question, before he could deny for him, saying that it was too early for that, he paused seeing Harry smiling face.

"I think I could do that… Mum" He like Charlus was stunned at first, how could this woman be so comfortable with him, but he rather liked how welcoming she was. And her expression and the tone of her voice pleading him to comply with her wishes didn't help either. He simply couldn't deny her and the warm feeling she was emitting.

Dorea never felt happier in a long time. She looked at her new son and quickly came to embrace him, he stiffened for a brief moment, before relaxing in her arms. Charlus seeing the moment smiled wider and break the silence.

"So I'm a Father now? Awesome" Laughing joyously he continued "I would give you a couple of days, but here we go" He handed Harry some parchments that he quickly identified as adoption documents. Harry was impressed quickly he handled the situation made him laugh a little.

Apparently the scrolls said his new name was Hadrian Charlus Potter, adopted son of Charlus Potter and Dorea Potter. There were but some borders and things that didn't matter there, but as a whole the document looked quite legitimate

"That was quick, I think you two really wanted a child. The guy that made this documents is quite good!" He could see Dorea face sadden, but it was Charlus who spoke smiling.

"We were waiting for the right time, but I think the time is now, don't you think love?" Charlus turned to his wife and he nodded happily after giving her agreement ignoring his comment on the good soul that could provide this documents within the hour.

For the remaining of the breakfast they just kept staring at him while he ate, it was awkward for him but he didn't complain. But by the looks on their faces he could see they wanted to talk about his life, mainly Dorea, he could feel her anxiety, so he prepared himself mentally for the conversation they would have. He owed them, for their understanding and hospitality that they were giving him, Harry couldn't deny to the people who welcomed him with open arms. After he devoured his dishes with a satisfied sigh he looked at them expectantly.

"So Harry, I know it's hard for you talk about your life and all, but I just need to know… Please" It was Dorea, the curiosity and hurt in her voice like last night came back, so he stared at the ground for a moment before starting with his explanation. He wouldn't deny her, or rather he couldn't.

"So, how I start…" There was a pause before continuing, he looked at them and they were staring at him intently, serious expressions on their faces. "My name is Harry James Potter. I was born… or will, I actually don't know anymore, In 1980. I was born from James Potter and Lily Potter neé Evans, a muggleborn which makes me a Half-Blood, but in 1981 they died in the hands of Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord." Harry looked at them waiting questions seeing there was any he continued.

"I lived with my relatives until I was 11 years old, until receiving my Hogwarts letter. I never knew about the wizarding world until that day and a wasn't expecting being famous without doing anything." For the next hour or so, Harry would tell some of his life to the two of them, putting aside some details and just telling them the important stuff, he could see fury and sadness in their eyes and what he told them was just the surface. As for Charlus he could see understanding in his face, like himself, Harry saw war and death. But also could see that in the future he would have to tell Dorea all of his life in details.

"But why you, I understand the hate against muggle and half-blood, it is disturbing and all but didn't explain why he was obsessed by you?" Dorea asked after he finished talking. It didn't surprise him. He knew he have to tell her eventually so he just let it out.

"A prophecy" Dorea just kept looking and waiting for him to continue. "He discovered a prophecy that about my parents and him. Fortunately, he just discovered half of the prophecy, and the night he came after my family he didn't expect an ancient magic protecting me, my parents died to assured I stayed alive. So when he fired the killing curse it backstabbed him and he vanished, but the Horcruxs kept his soul at bay, in the living world, until he could come back. After that day I was known to the world as the Boy-Who-Lived." She grimaced and a lingering silence took over the room, never breaking eye contact until she spoke.

"I'm sorry, dear, that you had to go through all of this." He could see her feelings emanating from her and that warm feeling of acceptance and understanding flooded him. "Me and Charlus, we will do everything in our power to help you." Again he was unable to understand her reasoning to help him and his own acceptance of this situation, to give all him that comfort, Dorea was and incredible woman. So with a nod he looked at the two who were beaming with determination, he agreed.

"Alright, thank you… Mum" A blooming smile appeared in her beautiful face. Dorea could see pain but she was ecstatic of his understanding.

"But, you will have to tell me everything eventually, in every detail, understood?" Harry gulped before slowly nodding, what this woman had of understanding and pleasantness she also was also very scary. So he gave them a hug and stayed like that savoring the moment

For the remaining of the morning, they started to know each other, Harry could see that they valued family above else, the two of them were different from their respective families, Dorea didn't believe in the Toujours Pur that her family preached, she always believed it was misunderstood, and Harry agreed with her. Charlus in turn was more radical and wasn't the typical light Potter wizard that fallowed Dumbledore almost blindly, he would do everything to makes his family safe and Harry couldn't agree more. They also made plans, they decided he would go to Hogwarts, to his dismay, they insisted that he have a normal and happy childhood, so he made a deal with them he would fulfill their demands in exchange for a little more freedom, after all he still was an adult, mentally, at least more freedom than a child of his age normally had. But the most important thing they discussed the rise of Voldemort, and the pure-blooded movement that his followers preached. Charlus and Dorea listened what he had in mind, he knew everything about him but he had no proof. Charlus also reminded him that certain people and events could be prevented, and it wasn't right judge certain people for what they didn't done yet, Harry agreed reluctantly with him, it made a lot of sense, so he would try and give them a chance, like he had. So their discussion came to an agreement that they would work in gather proofs to prevent the Dark Lords rise.

Dorea wanted to tell the Blacks even without proof, she wanted to rush to them and tell that they were being foolish. She informed them that their family was still neutral for now, but this would soon change. So they decided that they would tell the Black in time, even with almost no proofs, Dorea was desperate, she cared a lot for them, she knew they were headstrong, but she believed they would listen. So Charlus told her that she had the liberty to talk tell them what they learn about the future Dark Lord and if she needed his aid he would gladly provide it. Dorea thanked them e she knew all would be alright, because she knew her brother and Lord of Black would listen to her warnings.

All the conversation and plans they were making, made Dorea want to scream, how could her family turn out like this, yes they believed in blood purity but she never thought they could be that extreme. She loved them and wanted to warn them that they were doing the wrong choice. She couldn't believe that a sweet girl like Bella would be as sadistic as Harry told her, kill her own family because of a madman, it was insane. She needed to tell them to not follow this man, but she knew that they needed proof and they also couldn't go everywhere telling that Harry came from future.

Charlus, was a lot more composed than his wife, his mind racing with all the knowledge he acquired, his family would never follow a man like Voldemort, so his attention was on how he would acquire evidence to prove their claims and stop the rise of the Dark Lord. He was an Auror but not a high ranked one, he never saw the necessity of ranking up, the only one he could ask for help was his brother Fleamont that could get files and documents to start search for what he needed, but like Dorea he couldn't go tell them Harry was from the future, so he would have to do the hard way, maybe breaking some laws, he could think of that later. came to a same thought after a while, Harry Potter. They wanted to give him a life, a peaceful one and they knew this would be a challenge.

Harry was feeling guilty to burden them with his problems, but was quickly dismissed and chastised telling that he was a kid now, and his parents, knew more. He laughed a little at his predicament, but the happy feelings were growing between them and he was grateful for that.

Harry also showed them his abilities with wand and broom. His wand impressed both, he was powerful and skilled, Dorea was saddened with what she was watching his movements indicated that he was ready to kill and Charlus could see that years of training and battles. As for Harry he could see that his powers were greatly diminished, maybe because his body, it was too young, so the most powerful spells would tire his body rapidly or he probably couldn't cast them. So he would have to stick to the most simplistic tricks but also efficient and deadly. As for the broom, Charlus was cheering and praising him for his abilities, he obviously never saw anyone fly like Harry, as for, the poor Dorea she was almost pulling out her hair from her head, seeing Harry fly was a task, that she was not ready to see, the boy is crazy, but she also felt relieved seeing his smile while flying, it was genuine. So she decided that this time, he could get away with a sweet warning of not flying on a broom until he was old enough.

The day turned out to be one of the funniest days in Harry's life and he didn't know why, but he quickly identified this place as home. In the end of the day Charlus and Dorea gave him a room, a big e comfortable one, and that day he went sleep with a smile on his face, he honestly didn't remember the last time he smiled like that and felt warm and safe.

In their room, the couple could not sleep, disturbed by all the information they came to know about Harry and the future. They were concerned about the new addition that came into their lives. Both of them could not describe how quickly they became attached to him, there was still strangeness in their interaction, but the three ended up becoming a family. Charlus could hear his wife sigh hard, she clearly cared for Harry, that ii impressed him. He could see how Dorea was a happy woman, but with the arrival of Harry, it brought a new light to his life, he could see a new happiness in her that stunned Charlus. The last time he saw her so happy was on their wedding day. Suddenly, she started to sob, and it startled him.

"What's wrong my love?" His voice was gentle, but with slight worry in it.

"I'm sorry, Charlus, I'm sorry for lying to you and I never said anything, I knew you always wanted a child, but I was so scared!" He was surprised, what she didn't tell him, he didn't understand what she was trying to say.

"I don't understand, what you didn't tell me?" Frowning and confused he waited her to answer.

"I never told you that I can't have a child, Charlus. I was so ashamed of my failure of not providing you with a son or daughter, that I was scared to tell you, I'm so sorry." She paused, catching breath. "And now Harry show up of nowhere, and I start to feel like all my wishes came true, but he's life was so hard that I can't stop thinking about it!" Now she was crying openly, Dorea never cried, at least it was what he remembers. So, he wrapped his arms around her and assured her that he didn't blame for nothing and understood her pain.

"It's okay, my love. I understand, I can only guarantee that we will make Harry's life better, we will protect and love him as our own son. We will be happy together." She continued sobbing for a minute, shaking her head, listening to his words of comfort. The two now knew that Harry was looking for. His eyes, said everything when they interacted. He wanted what he never had, parents. And the two of them believed they found him for the same reason, and would do anything to ensure happiness.

After some moments in silent Dorea calmed herself down with Charlus help, her thoughts came back to her family and how they would react to Harry, Charlus already made acquire adoption papers, she had a son now and his name was Hadrian Potter, she couldn't be happier. And they discussed what to tell others if they asked about him. They came to an agreement, that Harry was the son of a war friend from Charlus that died recently, and decided to adopt the boy. As for his Half-Blood situation they wouldn't deny or confirm his blood-purity, rather they would just evade the question if asked. But it worried her, she knew they would judge and disapprove of Harry if they knew, and she didn't know what her family would do.

"Charlus, I know we discussed the blood thing, but if the Black's came to knowledge that he's half-blood I don't know what they will do!" Charlus looked at her then smirked.

"Relax my love, Harry didn't tell you a rather important information, don't blame him, but you and me adopted such talented kid, that's Parselmouth, if they cast him out or treat him rudely, they would be rather dumb." Dorea stopped, she stared at him in disbelief. Harry was a Parselmouth, that was a rare ability, but she could see advantage in that. "We just stay out of sight and keep our privacy for now, until Harry start Hogwarts. In mean time, we can teach him about our families and the appropriate manners of a Potter and a Black.

Dorea smiled, there wasn't a lot of things about magic she could teach him or about the wizarding world was made of that she could teach him, rather probably he would teach her about that. But she could teach him about family, about having a normal life. She was starting to get excited of all that she could teach him, and for the rest of the night, until she could fall asleep she kept mumbling and discussing with Charlus they brand new future.

AN: Again, my main language is not English. If you liked, give me feedback