23rd August 1998.

Harry hadn't known about Potter manor until one day while he was visiting teddy at Andromeda's house. She had brought it up to him. "Do you plan on living at Potter manor or have a fresh start somewhere else Harry?"

After a couple of days he decided he wanted to see it. To see where his dad grew up. To see his grandparents house. To see the home his godfather, Sirius, had felt safe in when he hadn't felt safe in his own home. Would Harry had been raised there if things had been different? If there had been no war or Voldemort.

Harry hadn't known the answer than but if there had been no war everything would have been completely different.

Harry had went to the ministry the next day. Found out where it was and apparated to the nearest place he knew.

'Just outside Godrics Hallow. At the very end of Brick Road'

He hadn't known what to expect but this certainly was not what he expected. Harry stood at the end of the path leading up to the vast three story home with a train of Clematis Montana's going up the brick wall. It had a white wooden door with a bronze lion head door knocker. Along with georgian windows expect the two front room bay windows either side of the door downstairs. With flower beds leading up the path.

Harry wondered how they hadn't died yet. He nodded to himself. He would have to ask Hermione.

He stepped through the door into the home which was once the house his father grow up in. He felt like he was in Diagon Alley again. He wished he had eight more eyes. Despite the fact the home hadn't been occupied since the late 70s. Harry couldn't help but feel at home. He could feel it. The love. The warmth. For the first time Harry truly felt at home. Felt safe.

There were two entry ways each side of him which lead to different living rooms and a extensive stair case leading upstairs. Down the side of the stairs there was a corridor leading to what Harry assumed would be the kitchen.

There was a table on the side with a empty vase and a gold key bowl next to it with a picture of his Grandparents when they were younger dancing around a ballroom and it would play again.

Harry walked into the left living room and went straight to the the fireplace mantle piece which was overflowing with pictures. The first one he picked up was of two boys, one with long hair that was tied into a lower bun with bright grey eyes. He had his arm round a boy with glasses at the end of his nose and a hand running through his messy hair. He watched the picture of Sirius Black and James Potter laughing at something that Harry knew he would never have knowledge about.

The second picture Harry picked up was of a man with the same messy dark hair as the boy in the first picture but his features were older and he had laugh line by his eyes. The man had his arm around a women who had wavy light brown hair and dark green eyes who was smiling lovingly down at the little boy sat between what only could be his parents. Harry realised these were his grandparents and his dad when he was young.

The third picture made Harry furrow his eyebrows in confusion. This one was of his godfather and dad who were sitting on the couch that was behind Harry. It was Christmas time and in the background he could see all the Christmas decorations. Except that wasn't what confused him, it was the blonde girl sitting between them. His dad had his arm around her and she was tucked into his side. The girl had her hair up in a bun with pieces of her curly hair falling out of it. Her prominent grey eyes were filled with tears while she was shaking with laughter at something. Harry watched the photo replay a couple of times. He couldn't take his eyes away from his dad who was only looking at the girl the whole time with a beaming smile on his face.

Harry didn't know what to think of it.

The next picture Harry picked up was of the same grey eyed girl but this time she was with his Grandmother in the kitchen baking something. They had bowls, spoons spread out on the counter and he could see ingredients everywhere. His grandmother was smiling at the young women and was passing her the chocolate covered spoon to lick. They both had flour on their tops and chocolate on there fingers from the mix.

Harry doesn't know who this girl is but he can see through out the room there are pictures of her either alone or with one of them.

Harry couldn't help but notice similarities between her and Sirius.

After exploring downstairs with no clue to who the mysterious girl is. He went to the second floor all the boy found was his grandparents room, bathrooms, cupboards and spare rooms.

As he moves to third floor the first door Harry sees is:

Sirius.O.Black

Enter at your own will!

Harry snorts at that. Always the dramatic, he peaks in and Harry's strongly reminded of the Gryffindor boy dorm rooms but with just one double bed instead of multiple singles.

He moved down the hall to find the ones he's been waiting for:

James fleamont Potter.

Before harry enters he looks around the hall, he had assumed the rest would be like the floor below until he looked across from his dads door:

R.v.B

Sirius piss off!

Harry can't help his curious nature so he reaches for the handle and pushes the door open. The room is decorated in sliver with the odd bits of green.

Very slytherin.

He walks over to the desk which is full of parchment and quills. All over the wall surrounding the desk is full of pictures. Harry can recognise some of the people in them like his dad, Sirius, remus, his grandparents, Pettigrew and Sirius brother Regulus.

And the mysterious blonde girl is in most of them. He really shouldn't have been surprised yet he had been.

This was her room.

But he doesn't know who the boy with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes is or the dark skinned girl with brown curls that seem to go in different directions from each other. Or the older man with a beard and the same grey eyes she has.

He sees a picture that catches his attention. Of four girls.

Is that a young Bellatrix lestrange?

A young Andromeda Tonks?

Is that Narcissa Malfoy?

He looks down and notices a brown notebook on the desk with brown sting wrapped around it. With parchment spilling out of it.

He quickly notices that's it's not a notebook but a diary.

He slowly unravels the string and opens the first page. Harry's breathe catches in his throat as he reads.

This diary belongs to Rhea Victoria Black.

Do not touch less you want to meet your end!

A/n i will probably edit this chapter later. but this is the first chapter hope you enjoyed!