Ezekiel found himself waking up to the first rays of sunshine in the morning. He groaned as shifted on the couch and tried to get up from it but was interrupted when a hand pressed gently on his chest. He had passed through this too many times for him to know it was Andi's. He couldn't even open his eyes and frankly, he didn't wanted to. He already knew the look that Andi would give him, that everyone would. Pity. He hated that look, he didn't wanted nor needed kept his eyes closed as he moved Andi's hand from his chest.

"It's okay, Andi. I'm fine."

"The hell you are!"

The shout had caught him by surprise. He opened an eye to find Andi next to him giving him that look and Ted and Dora looking at him from the feet of the couch both more concerned than other thing although in Dora's case, she was a mix of concern and anger. At least he had that.

"You don't have to shout, Dora. I had a bad night, but I assure you that I'm-"

"You say fine again and I'll punch you in the throat."

Many things could be said about Nymphadora Tonks, liar wasn't one . He learned pretty early that she never threatened people, she informed them of the consequences.

"It was just a bad dream, Dora. Nothing else."

"A bad dream, you say? You were on that very floor " She pointed the floor near the couch " crying your heart out and begging for forgiveness from who knows what. That was just a bad dream? Blimey, if that's bad from you I wonder what your nightmares are!" She said sarcastically. "Say, if it wasn't that bad, could you tell me why my mother had this" She held a vial with a few drops of purple liquid on it close to his face as she crouched near him. " poured down your throat? I gotta say I just love the way this thing worked, you know? So fast. Thank Heavens that she just happened to have the right dosage for you, as if you two had prepared for something like this in advance. Like an emergency, you know?"

Seeing both of his faces Dora got angry as she received no answer from either.

"I want to know what is going on here. You two are hiding something and we deserve to know."

"Later" Ezekiel replied.

"Don't you dare to blow me off"

"We have an audience" he said pointing at the stairs, where the face of a small black haired boy could be seen pressed against the floor, to be able to see without being noticed. Harry seemed to be awake and fine judging by the way he jumped back once he was sit down on the couch and called him.

"It's okay, Harry. You can come down now, I imagine that you'll have some questions." He said smiling.

Harry came down the stairs slowly, giving temptative steps down. The boy was a mess, now that Ezekiel took time to see him. He was pale, almost to Ezekiel's shade. He was also quite small and thin and it seemed that he hunched as he stood, and the smell, it's amazing what you overlook when you're exhausted.

Ezekiel imagined that it would be quite awkward to be standing in front of strangers so he decided to introduce himself. He stood up and realized that he was a disaster: his hair was a mess, his eyes felt swollen and probably red thanks to the crying,his throat was a bit husky and the old pyjama wasn't doing him any favors. Not the sight that anyone would associate with the Lord of the House of Black.

"Right, why don't we move to the dining room" He said rather embarrassed, rubbing the back of his head. They sat on the chairs at the table while Ted and Andi went to prepare breakfast. Ezekiel chose to sit in front of Harry while Dora sat on the boy's side.

"Not the way I thought we'd meet, but anyway. Do you remember what happened yesterday?"

"I was at the house"

"Very well... do you remember anything else?"

"I didn't made the supper right. Uncle Vernon got mad"

"Well, it can't be your fault you're just a kid helping your aunt" Dora said .

Harry looked at them before setting his sight directly on the table.

"Aunt Petunia doesn't cook, she says that the smell gets on her clothes and then she can't talk to the neighbors. She showed me how to do it."

"You cooked for that family?" Ezekiel and Dora asked.

Harry's eyes didn't move an inch, glued to the table in front of him. He just nodded. Ezekiel couldn't fathom how one child, one alone, small child could possibly be with those people. How the hell did all this went unnoticed? Harry mumbled something but neither were able to hear him.

"Sorry, Harry, I couldn't get that." Said Ezekiel.

"You can speak Harry, You're safe" Dora assured him.

Harry raised his head and looked at Ezekiel in the eyes.

"I remember you."

"Oh... good."

"You said that you'd get me out of there"

"Yep, I delivered, right?" He said smiling nervously. He didn't like this. People were usually scared when they looked at him, this kid showed nothing.

"You sent my uncle to the roof"

"Well to be fair, it wasn't the roof roof. He never left the room, didn't he?" Ezekiel tried to ignore the angry look that Dora sent him. Thankfully Andi and Ted entered the room and setup the table.

"Well, are you hungry? I don't know what you like, so I brought a little of everything" Said Andi as she and Ted placed juice, bacon, scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes, fried mushrooms, buttered toast, and sausages for everyone.

Harry became nervous again and thanked her. Andi smiled at him lovingly and sat besides Ezekiel's side while Ted sat himself at the head of the table.

"Well, dig in!" Andi said.

Dora and Ted began eating, and Andi drank a bit of juice but Ezekiel didn't move. Harry kept looking at him, not saying a word. It was as awkward as it could get to him.

"Where did you came from?" Harry asked him.

"London."

"But how did you got in the house? I-I thought that I imagined you, that I imagined all of this. That I'd wake up under the stairs."

That made everyone stop and stare at the small child.

"Under the stairs? What do you mean by that?" Andi asked.

"I sleep there, it's my room."

"But why? I saw that house, it's almost as big as ours." Dora asked. Her parents were simply too shocked to say something.

"They said that I had to stay there so the neighbours didn't knew that I lived with them."

"Why?" Ted asked.

Harry's eyes went back to the table.

"Because I'm a freak" He mumbled.

The room felt silent for a moment before Andi stood up and walked towards Harry, hugging him as she did with her children before. Harry jumped a bit and started to shake but Andi held him closer and and whispered to him, her soothing voice carrying magic in every word. An old medi-witch trick that calmed the children who were too scared of Healers. She kept Harry in her arms until she felt him relax and then some more. She herself knew what it was like to be despised. When a kind spirit is born in a cold house the chances of it remaining as such are slim, to say the least. She had eventually embraced the views of her family, even if they too looked to hide the odd child who lacked the dark raven's hair and cold blue eyes. It wasn't until her third year in Hogwarts that she met a mess of a Hufflepuff named Ted Tonks, who couldn't carry his books down a hall without creating a mess. Even then, years later, after being disowned by her family she asked herself the reason of her neglect. No one but her husband knew this, but after Dora's birth she feared that she'd leave her as well. After a while she released Harry from her embrace and held him by the shoulders.

"You're not a freak, Harry"

Harry looked at her for a moment before breaking down crying, this time he held her. The rest just looked at the scene before them. Ezekiel wanted to go and calm the boy in front of him as well but decided against it, as too many would be far too much for the poor boy and he needed to hear his story later.

"Harry" Ezekiel called him " why did they called you a freak, do you know?"

"My aunt cut my hair."

"...And?" Ezekiel asked confused. Just what on earth could have happened that those Muggles took it on a child?

"It grew"

"Well...Yes, it's hair. It's what it does." Everyone at the table was confused but Harry shook his head.

"She cut all of it. She said that I looked like a bum. It didn't stay down, so s-sh-she got mad and cut it all." Harry had started to shake again but Andi's hand on his shoulder calmed him down a bit. "But it grew back again the next morning and she got mad. She said that I did it on purpose but I didn't, I promise!"

"It's okay, I believe you. What happened then?"

Harry struggled with himself for a while before speaking again.

"She hit me, and she called me a liar." Ezekiel choose to ignore the angry look that everyone had. This wasn't the time to let their feelings dictate their actions. If anything, Harry needed to be assured of his safety.

"Then she cut my hair again and threw me under the stairs until supper. She said that if I did it again I wouldn't eat. I don't know what I did, but I tried, I really tried but when uncle Vernon got me out my hair was back. He hit me with his belt. Dudley helped him, he said he needed to learn for when he wasn't around." Harry began shaking again, this time he hugged himself as if to protect himself.

"ZEKE!"

The scream shook him from his thoughts, he looked at Dora who was also shaking. He wanted to ask her if she was alright when he noticed that Ted was also shaking, in fact everyone but him was. It might had something to do with the fact that the entire table was now frozen solid, the furniture, food and beverages covered in thick ice. He was about to move when he realized that one of his hands was on it and was in fact the origin of the cold.

"Ahem" he cleaned his throat, as he lifted his hand from the furniture with a loud Crack! noise. He looked at his hand and noticed that it was still covered in a small layer of ice. He flexed his fingers to break it free, which brought another breaking noise and avoiding looking at the rest of the people in the room as he got up to the restroom."Excuse me" he simply said. He entered the room and started to wash his hand with hot water. Once he was finished he returned to the table, were a wide-eyed Harry.

"Sorry about that, please continue."

"How did you do that?" Asked Harry, flabbergasted.

"It was a slip, please ignore that."

"Bu-but the table...How?"

Perhaps a change in the conversation would be good, who knew. The poor boy had been trough enough as it was. So, with the most relaxed smile he could muster he decided to clear things up.

"Same way you made your hair grow back. We're wizards, Harry."

"I– I'm a what?"

" A wizard." Ezekeil said matter-of-factly. "We all are. You already now me, that's my cousin Dora and those are her parents Andi and Ted" he pointed at them.

"I think you've made a mistake. I mean, I... can't be a... a wizard. I mean, I'm... just... Harry. Just Harry."

"No one is 'Just' a person, Harry. Tell me, besides what happened with your hair, did you ever make anything happen? Anything you couldn't explain when you were angry or scared?"

Harry thought for a while before answering.

"I was running from Dudley and his friend. they played Harry Hunting"

"I'm sorry, what?" Asked Dora.

"Harry Hunting"

"Harry...Hunting, riiiight. Go on"

Ezekiel and Dora shared a look mirrored the mantra that they were bot repeating inside their minds. I will not kick a little's boy head in.I will not kick a little's boy head in. While Andi and Ted consoled the Harry.. Dora decided to break the mood.

"Very well, they were playing... that, so what happened?

"I ran into an alley, but it was a dead end. I hide behind some bins but I knew they'd find me, but they didn't. I was on a roof."

"So you were safe then?" Asked Ted.

Harry shacked his head.

"I didn't knew how to get down, there had a door but it was closed. People heard me trying to open it and called the security of the building. They called Uncle Vernon and h-"

"It's alright, we get it."

"Harry" Ezekiel called him" Do you remember what I told you at that house?"

Harry nodded." Yes, to look for Dora, the one with the weird hair. I did, but she didn't had weird hair" he said as he looked at her.

Dora looked at him disbelievingly before noticing that she had her mother's hair colour at the time. Smiling at Harry she changed it to her more usual purple, leaving the little kid open-mouthed in awe.

"How did you do that?"

"I was born like this"

"Yes, she's special like that" Quipped Ezekiel, who got a kick under the table

"Twat"

"Nymphadora, language!"

"Nymphadora?"Harry asked

"Don't. Just don't. Call him Dora like the rest or she'll punch your head off. Trust me." Assured Ezekiel.

"O-okay, sorry."

"It's fine, Harry. I just don't like that name much. Don't worry, the punches are only for that one" Dora said as she motioned towards Ezekiel.

"Never the less" Ezekiel continued." You are a wizard, Harry. Tell me, did your uncles ever said anything about your parents?"

Harry's face soured as he down again.

"My aunt Penutia told me about them, she said they died in a car crash and that's why they had to put up with me. That they were drunks that didn't care about me. That's the kids at school called me a freak."

"Nonsense Harry, I told you, you're a very normal boy. A wizard, remember?"

"No, not for that."

"Then...why did they call you a freak?"

Harry doubted for a moment, before removing the hair from his face, showing his forehead. It wasn't what Ezekiel expected, or anyone for that matter. Harry Potter was supposed to carry a lighting bolt shaped scar, It was supposed to be a small, clear line on the center of his head.

This was a lie.

Harry's forehead looked as if his head had split open and then healed back jagged and wrong. It went from the upper right side of his forehead all the way to almost touch his right eye. The scar broke in three parts,giving it the appearance of an actual lightning bolt. Everyone at the table tried not to stare but it was impossible and Harry began to grew self-conscious again, so Ezekiel rushed to say something.

"Yourauntlied! You'retheheirofTheAncientandMostNobleHouseOfPotter!"

Harry tilted his head in confusion

"Your aunt lied. You're the heir of The Ancient and Most Noble House Of Potter!"

As soon as the words left his mouth he knew that it had been a mistake. Not only because poor Harry didn't get a single thing, but because now he got to explain Harry his history. It isn't every day that you get to tell a kid that the worst day of their lives, one that they don't even remember at that, is a holiday for the rest of a world that you never knew about.

He didn't start at that. He told him what he knew of the House of Potter. That it was a House of Light wizards, an old and prideful family filled with good, kind and courageous people. He didn't knew much of his parents, truth be told it was a subject that he preferred to avoid altogether but he had heard some stories. That his mother was powerful, brilliant and also kind and compassionate, loved by many. That his father was a prankster and honorable. That he was friends with his uncle, a man from a Dark family.

"What is a light wizard?" Harry asked

"Well" Andi explained" a Light wizard is someone who can use magic to help others, they respect the natural laws and live in harmony."

"Are you a Light wizard?" He asked Ezekiel

"No"

"Ezekiel!" Ted intervened" what he means, Harry, is tha-"

"It means, that I'm good with dark magic. I'm great at it. I go against nature and my magic works better to hurt others than to do anything else"

"But you healed me"

"Yes, but it drained me. If I was a Light wizard it shouldn't had costed me that much."

"Are you bad?"

"Yes, but I want to be good. My family, except for them " he nodded at the others "Were bad people, they did bad things. I don't want that, I try to be good. Sometimes I am, others not. But I try."

Then came the rest.

He told him the story of the Dark Wizard that rose to power and attempted to conquer the country. Of a man so feared that to this day his name was called in whispers by many and aloud by few. Ezekiel told him the name. Voldemort. He told him of the war that was fought without anyone noticing it.

He told him of the death of his parents.

Everyone was surprised when this time it was him who rose from his chair and hugged Harry, but choose not to say anything. Today hadn't even started and they already felt exhausted.

Harry finished crying and wiped te tears of his eyes.

"W-what happened to him?"

"To Voldemort? He died, no one knows how but apparently the killing curse that he casted rebounded onto him. He just disappeared. Then Albus Dumbledore took you to your aunts."

"Dumbledore?"

"The old man? Really long bear? Purple robes?"

"I think I remember him but it's all really foggy. He was yelling at me and he pointed to me with a stick. I thought he was going to hit me with it."

"Don't worry, he won't do anything to you ever again."

"But what happens now? Where will I go?"

This was the moment that Ezekiel feared the most. What was he going to do?

"Harry, there's something you need to know. It's about the night your parents died." That got his attention quickly "They were hidden in that house. The reason why Voldemort found them is because someone betrayed them and, for many years we thought that it had been my uncle. Your godfather."

"He told Voldemort where they were?"

"That's what we thought, until today."

"Why?" Harry asked

"Your father and my uncle made a ritual, you see. They became brothers under the eyes of Magic. If my uncle had done anything to hurt your father or his family the magic would've killed him."

"But he did die"

"Yes, but that was because of an explosion"

"Oh, sorry"

"It's okay, don't mind that. The thing is that both of them were the Head of their House when they made that ritual, so that means that our family is your family and you, the last of the Potters, are ours."

"What?"

"We're cousins, Harry" seeing the expression on his face he clarified "We're not like the people that you were before. I promise."

"We're family?"

"Yes, we are. I, well we were hoping that you'd liked to come to live with us." Seeing him conflicted, Ezekiel decided to give him an out. "But you don't have to, if you don't want. I can make arrangements, take you somewhere else. Somewhere safe and a good family." Regardless the looks that everyone gave him, if Harry decided that he wanted nothing to do with them he believed that he should be allowed to be happy.

Harry looked at him. Ted, Dora and Andi were talking to him into being part of the family but he wasn't listening. He kept looking at Ezekiel before speaking.

"Yes, I want to be a part of your family"

Ezekiel smiled at him.

"Very well, I'll make the arrangements. In the meantime, how about we get some food? After that I want to take you to a hospital, just to be sure you're fine."

Harry nodded and was marvelled when Ted unfreezed the table and began eating again. They spent the rest of the morning answering Harry's questions about magic the best they could. Dora even made him laugh by literary making faces.

Whatever the future would bring, they were together.

As family.

I don't own Harry Potter, all characters except OC belong to J. K. Rowling.