I have decided.

That little epilogue at the end of Book 7? This series will not be compliant with that. Harry and Ginny will not be getting together at the end of the war. When he said they were done after Dumbledore's funeral, he meant they were done. I do not know who he will be getting with, or if that pairing will even be a part of this in any way, shape, or form.

A lot of the stories I've read with pairings in them tend to be overdone, especially if the pairing isn't a central part of the plot. Granted, I have read a couple of good ones, but the majority is just too much.

It is my opinion that pairings make them messy when they aren't the central plot.

So, it's not happening.

Also... I will admit to having this chapter mostly written since about chapter fifteen... and I've also already started writing the last chapter of the second one. What I am undecided on, is if I should make them separate 'stories', or go it all at once.

11 year old Harry, 17 year old Harry Potter, adult Harry Potter


"Wait... wouldn't mom have known about that?" Dudley asked suddenly. After all, wouldn't the rules have been the same when his Aunt Lily had been in school?

Harry looked at him in surprise before turning his shocked gaze to his aunt. "I...didn't even consider that. But then..." He muttered, while Petunia refused to make eye contact with anybody.

"I think that's the end of the chapter... no. That's the end of the book." Filius said after a few moments of silence, getting up to check on the book when it didn't keep reading.

"Please, tell me that the rest of your Hogwarts years were not that intense and dangerous." Sirius begged Harry after a few moments of letting it sink in that they were done with the first book.

Harry looked at him and sheepishly ran a hand through his hair. "My calmest year was third... and I thought I had a mass-murderer after me." When Sirius was horrified, he hurried to add. "I thought I did, he wasn't really after me. He was after the Rat." He said with a grin at his godfather. Who blinked for a moment before he understood, then a- slightly- evil looking grin spread across his features. It was a grin that left absolutely no doubt as to what family he came from, that was for sure.

"So, do we want to take a break from reading for a couple of days, or just continue with the next book once it arrives?" Remus asked the room, after scooting away from Sirius first, of course.

Before anybody could answer him, though, there was yet another flash of light. Once again, the Trio were the first ones out of their seats, wands in hand, with Moody and Sirius not far behind, followed by everybody else. (The flashes hadn't really happened in a while, anymore, when they received something from the Room, it just appeared. No more flashes. Hermione thought that it was because those things didn't take a lot of magical energy to bring.)

Almost everybody dropped their wands when they saw the new arrival. Almost.

Why?

Because it was an adult Harry Potter.

He seemed to have finally hit a bit of a growth spurt (a little late, but hey!), because he was fairly tall. His hair was only a little tamer than the usual Potter rats nest, but that probably had more to do with the fact that it was grown out a little more than most Potters usually had it, it was almost to his shoulders. He clearly hadn't had a chance to shave in a few days, either. What everybody noticed first, though, was that his glasses were gone, no longer covering up his brilliantly green eyes, much to Severus's dismay. The famous lightning bolt scar was also faded to the point where you would have to really focus to see it, and that was only if you even knew there was something there to see. In it's place was a long ragged scar, starting half-way up his forehead and going right over his left eye to end half-way down his cheek.

It looked like somebody tried to cut his eye out, but failed.

What shocked them, though, was the Head badge on his Auror robes and the Lordship rings on his right hand, with a wedding ring on his left. Only Moody with his magical eye noticed the magical tattoo on his shoulder, hidden under his robes, marking him as a member of the Department of Mysteries Special Force. Harry looked around for a moment in shock before he spoke. "I wasn't expecting you to finish the first book quite yet." He grumbled about how he was finally starting to get some work done, and now the paperwork was going to take over his desk again.

"Harry?" Sirius and Remus both asked in shock. Something flashed through his eyes, and he gave them a crooked grin, and went to say something, but then he noticed the extra people in the room, along with the trunks being guarded by Moody with the Weasley and Potter crests on them. That same emotion flashed through his eyes when he noticed Hedwig and Fred.

"Huh..." He said, instead of whatever he was going to say, "remind me to tell 'Mione that her Room is working better than she thought it would." He pointed to the extra people and trunks.

"Would that be safe?" Ron asked, trying to joke and get rid of that look in his best friends eyes, he couldn't quite name what it was, but he didn't like it being there. He tried to duck, but Hermione hit him anyway.

"Hmm... On second thought, I'll send a message with one of her assistants." The Auror decided after considering Ron's words for a moment, and then ignored her indignant 'Hey!' Ron snickered, satisfied. That did it, a little bit. Everyone else watched the exchange in amusement.

He went to say something else, but cut himself off with a yawn. "Sorry, its been a long day at the office." He explained tiredly before moving to a corner (where he could easily see the rest of them at all times and defend himself, Moody and Sirius noticed) and going to sit down. A few people looked at him like he was crazy, there was nothing to sit on over there, but a chair appeared right when his body reached where it would be.

Right, magical Room, of course. How could they forget?

"Long day?" Sirius echoed sympathetically, he and Moody knew what that was like, and that had been during the war. He could only imagine what cleaning up the aftermath would have been like. In theory, people would be too busy celebrating to cause trouble, but... that was in theory. Theory and real life didn't always see eye to eye.

Harry nodded, "Yeah, the wars been 'over'," He used his fingers to mime quotation marks, "Voldemort's been dead for almost seven years now, and the Death Eaters are still causing problems. Not only that, but we're still trying to get Azkaban straightened out from when the Dementor's defected at the end of my fifth year... so I've got half the force in charge of that, while the other is spread thin trying to police the streets and hunt down the remaining Death Eaters before they have a chance to plan their NEXT raid. Not to mention dealing with stupid, idiot politicians who didn't learn from the last TWO WARS. AND, stupid new recruits who have no idea what they are doing, thinking they know everything, just because they were fourth or fifth years while Death Eaters occupied the castle." He ranted.

Then he made a face. "On top of all the office stuff I gotta deal with, I have a pregnant wife at home trying to deal with our three year old son and her mother. And then there are the fights with my godsons grandmother about letting me spend more time with him. My mother-in-law called about half a dozen times in the last half hour for who-even-knows-what. I don't know what she wanted because my wife kept cutting her off mid-rant and ending the calls after apologizing for interrupting me at work." He sighed and ran a hand down his face.

He was actually pretty sure he knew what her rants were about. His mother-in-law had started demanding (sometimes she was subtle about it, sometimes not) full and unlimited access to his bank vaults practically the second the official had declared them husband and wife. She had not been happy when he refused her demands, and instead set up a modest, comfortable monthly allowance for his in-laws. Before the wedding, the Goblins had forced his lovely wife to go through a series of interrogations to prove that she was not after him for his gold and that she really did love him. (Just one of the 'perks' of being a Goblin Friend and one of the wealthiest clients).

Well, more like the Goblins tried to force her, and she kept refusing until the newspapers started calling for her 'gold-digging head'. Then, she practically demanded to be interrogated and the official results made public just so she could walk down the street in peace, without being attacked. If anyone was the gold-digger, it was her mother.

Apparently her father came from a quite wealthy family... until he married her mother. According to his father-in-law, his families wealth had dried up practically overnight. Owing to sudden massive spending, purchasing items they didn't need, buying the finest quality and most expensive of items, etc. They would have been in massive debt (worse than it was, anyway) if he hadn't figured out what was going on and put a stop to the constant, high amount spending. He'd completely cut off her access except for what he gave her at the beginning of each month, but it took years for the vaults to recover, and they still weren't completely where they'd used to be, despite the wise investing he'd done on top of what was already in place. That was the kind of debt his wife put them in, having to put his precious daughter through school and making sure she had everything she needed, had seen to the rest.

He could come up with some surprisingly creative and vicious torture techniques, so Harry knew that he would have given her the world if he could.

"Well, I suppose the Auror department could have it worse... The guys over in Magical Creatures are still trying to round up all the Dementor's again and herd them back... somewhere. They haven't decided, but they do know that the Dementor's are not going back to Azkaban. And they've been getting reports that the Dementor's started breeding grounds, so that's lovely. Plus, they're trying to hammer out a new treaty with the Goblins since the Ministry under Voldemort's rule completely threw the old one out the window... It doesn't help that Voldemort killed Griphook..." He added after a moment's thought, Bill gasped in shock.

That wasn't good. Griphook was the Goblin King's son... his death would worsen relations between Goblins and Wizards to irreparable levels unless Harry could pull off some kind of miracle.

"So, they're trying to prevent the goblins from closing the bank, taking everybodies money, and going to war." He mused with a shrug. "It's a really good thing I've been declared a Friend, so my accounts are safe from being seized..." He muttered. If the bank closed, he would be the only wizard in Wizarding Great Britain who actually had money, let alone his family Heirlooms intact. This was why you didn't put everything in the bank, especially one run by Goblins who were never happy with their treatment at the hands of wizards. (For that matter, threats like this were exactly the reason why you should treat those in control of your money with respect.)

The Goblins had tried to have him arrested and executed for breaking into the bank, stealing from an Old Family vault, and then freeing one of their dragons and causing countless damage to the bank itself in the process... for all of five seconds until he told them just what it was he stole. As soon as they heard that they had a Horcrux in their bank, they scolded him for not telling Senior Curse-Breaker Weasley and Griphook about it (it would have saved all of them some trouble), and then turned around and named him a Goblin Friend for his part in cleansing their bank of that taint. (They then closed the bank while they searched the rest of the vaults for anymore contraband that was prohibited from being there by the contract everyone signed when they opened a vault... needless to say, many families were heavily fined or their entire vaults contents seized for a contract breach)

They considered soul magic to be an evil that must be purged at all costs, apparently.

Who knew?

Everyone stared at him, shocked (the younger Harry's actually looked a little scared), until Remus finally recovered. "Why'd you take the job if you're just starting your family?" He asked. He also chose to ignore the comment about his godsons grandmother. He could only assume the godson was his little unborn cub, and if Harry was dealing with the grandmother and not him or Dora... Yes, best not to think about that right now.

Harry snorted. "No choice. The old Head was killed during a Death Eater raid last week and I happened to be the one that took charge in the chaos while everyone else ran around like a bunch of idiots." He made a movement as if to rub his shoulder where his tattoo was, but aborted and rubbed the crook of his neck, instead.

"What? What's happened to the Department? They should be better trained than that!" Moody barked. If they lost their focus that easily, then he would have never let them past the Academy, and certainly not out into the field. Although he had a feeling there was more to his sudden promotion than that. That mark on his shoulder... he knew what it meant, he carried the same mark, after all.

Harry smiled thinly. "Voldemort killed off everyone in the Department that was both competent and was stupid enough to verbally oppose him in any way, shape, or form. Which was a lot of them. The only ones left from before the takeover either ended up going to Azkaban for being Death Eaters and sympathizers, or were some of the few that managed to hide and join resistance cells so they could help rebuild once it was over. Basically, we had to rebuild the Department from scratch with those few being in charge of recruitment and training. Training right now is bare minimum, get them up to speed, make sure they won't die too quickly in the field, get them out there. Almost all the old academic and physical requirements from before were thrown out in the interest of getting bodies out onto the streets. They're basically learning as they go. We're hoping to be able to start re-implementing the old requirements in the next few years, with some changes to make them more difficult than they were under Fudge, but..."

Moody stared at him in shock and horror. "Well," He said gruffly, thinking of all the good men and women he served with in the Department, men and women that he trained to be the best. "I suppose you did say in your note that the cost had been high."

Harry nodded. "It could be worse, we do also have a couple Aurors on loan from America helping out where they can, so that's something." He shrugged. "He almost destroyed Britain beyond repair, though. When everything was said and done, the Americans, French, Germans, Russia, they all showed up to help us rebuild. Said that they would have been there sooner, but they had been fighting politics within their own governments, so... I don't think they necessarily cared about Britain, as much as they did making sure Voldemort didn't turn his sights on them once he was done with us though." Again, he shrugged. He also wasn't sure how much of that was the truth, although they supposed that those countries had been secretly coming into Britain and spiriting Muggleborn and their families away before the Death Eaters got them.

That was something, at least.

"If you have a lot of work to do and a mother-in-law to deal with, why are you here?" Severus finally drawled while everyone else sat in horror trying to think if it was really that bad. The teachers were kind of isolated in Hogwarts, and the Weasleys stopped going out unless they were going to work, and even then they Apparated or Flooed straight there, and Charlie lived in Romania, so he didn't get any news at all.

"Hm?" The Auror looked at him, and that same emotion flashed through his eyes again. "Oh, right." Harry rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "We just wanted to check in. Make sure you guys had everything you needed... AND," He held up a finger, "to deliver the next book." He pulled it out of his pocket. "Hermione said we can't just leave you in here without checking on you every once in a while. So, Ron suggested that one of us came by after every book." He shrugged, again. Severus was getting quite irritated with all the shrugging.

"This just happened to be your turn to come." Severus concluded after a moment. Harry nodded.

"I have a quick question." Dudley said suddenly. Harry looked at him and tilted his head in question. "You guys were able to create this room, that pulled several of us from different times... so clearly you and your friends can time-travel. Why not just... do that? Travel back to the past and fix everything yourselves? That seems like it would be simpler."

Harry huffed a laugh. "Yes, that would have been the simpler solution, wouldn't it?" He said quietly. He was silent for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "You would have to ask 'Mione for the specific details, to be honest most of her explanation just went right over my head. I followed most of it, but then she started talking about complicated theorems and Arithmetic equations, and... I know the Ley Lines were mentioned somewhere in there." He shook his head after a moment of silence, with his eyes glazed over just thinking about it. "Anyway... the gist of it, is that time travel is such an unknown entity. It may seem like the simplest solution, but it was also the most dangerous."

"Because of the possibility of causing a time paradox." Hermione said softly. That was the biggest problem that there was with time-turners. Well, that and the fact that so many wizards ended up killing themselves after panicking because they saw themselves.

Harry nodded in her direction, "Yes, our 'Mione threw those words out there too." He murmured. "However, not just that. See, if we did do that, we would have no way of properly calculating how far back we would go. And, even if we could... when we got to the time we wanted, what would happen? Would we essentially take over our younger selves? Or would we continue to exist as ourselves? Separate entities entirely? That's not even mentioning the energy requirements needed to send ourselves against the flow of time itself. Time-turners only go back a few hours at most, we would be talking about years. This room, however..." He looked around, and huffed. "The Department was experimenting with creating pocket dimensions. The interesting thing about them, was that they took a lot of energy to initially create, but once they were created... they could actually sustain themselves. And... upon a little more experimenting, it was discovered that they exist outside of time as we know it."

"So..." Harry started thoughtfully. "She took the idea and centered one of these pocket dimensions around the idea of the Room of Requirement, and told it what you guys wanted it to do. Leaving the pocket dimension to do all the work." Harry nodded in approval.

"Basically. So, yeah... this may be a bit elaborate, but." He shrugged. "It truly is the safest solution we could find for fixing things. We were getting a little lost there, trying to figure out a way to fix things, but none of the solutions we were coming up with was in any way feasible or doable. And, because this is outside of time, we don't have problems with creating time paradoxes." He nodded towards Hermione, knowing that would be her next question. Judging by her expression, he was right.

Then he hesitated slightly. "Here's the thing, though... once the books are done, we don't really know what will happen. See, all of us come from the same timeline, right? Just different points on that line. 'Mione has a theory, that once the books are done, the timeline will split into three. The younger group will have a chance to change things from the beginning of my first year. Or, even earlier than that if things are handled properly." He glanced at Sirius. "The older group will have the chance from the moment they were pulled out, and my time will continue untouched by anything you do once you go back. However, it is also possible that the older groups and my point on the timeline will cease to exist, instead becoming whatever the younger group makes it become, based on actions they took. Do you understand?" He asked. A few of them looked lost, while others were nodding thoughtfully.

He checked his watch, then. "I should get going. None of you need anything? A reminder, anything the room provides for you can be taken back with you at the end of the books." He said, just to be sure. It didn't look like they needed it, but...

"I think we are quite alright, my dear boy. This wondrous Room is providing everything we need and ask for." Albus finally spoke up. He didn't like the future that this version of Harry Potter painted. He didn't like it at all. He had to make sure it didn't happen.

Harry looked at him, and his eyes flickered again before he turned to the rest of the room. "Ok, then, I'll let the others know, and one of us will show up at the end of this book." He held up the book in his hand, set it on the table, and stood up to leave.

"Potter." Moody said before he could leave. Harry tilted his head in question. Moody smirked. "Nice ink." Was all he said.

Harry smirked while everyone else looked confused, but didn't say anything. "See you later." He waved, and vanished.


When he reappeared back in his office, Ron had just walked in, with a new stack of paperwork, which Harry promptly glared at, hoping the stack of parchment would spontaneously combust if he glared hard enough. Sadly, there was a fire-suppressant ward carved on every surface of the office, carved there by an annoyed Ministry desk official who was tired of the Head Auror (of the time) burning all their paperwork except for the case files.

"Hey, they finish the first book already?" He asked, noticing the look on his face behind the glare, the look that said his oldest friend was barely keeping it together. He usually only saw that look when he was blindsided with pictures or something else that reminded him of someone they lost. And considering that this office was kept clean of any such items... that look had been a constant after the war, until the day he just up and vanished for a year after the funerals. When he came back, he was more put together, and he said he'd just needed time to figure some things out.

He was also sporting a new decoration on his shoulder, that he and Hermione pretended not to know about, because they knew exactly what it was and what it meant. They didn't like to think about it, though.

Harry nodded silently. "Yeah, I'll write up a note to send 'Mione later, but her Room is working better than we thought it would. There were some extra people in there that we hadn't planned for, there are now two Draco Malfoys, two Ron's, and two Hermione's. It looks like a bunch of Weasley family Heirlooms plus a bunch of Potter ones have been returned to their rightful owners as well, from what I could tell." Ron's eyes went wide in surprise. Harry nodded his agreement. Then he pursed his lips in thought.

Ron noticed, "What is it?"

"The Old Man looked like he was scheming. I'm worried that he's going to decide something drastic in an effort to avoid the present we're currently living." He said.

"Drastic?" Ron snorted. "I think we're already doing drastic, mate."

Harry nodded in agreement, "Yeah, well. You know him. His way or no way." He said quietly.

After the war, when he looked back on all his years at Hogwarts, he realized that he had been played like a fiddle. Every time something happened, Dumbledore could have more than easily stepped in and taken care of it himself. Instead, he had been left to deal with it, despite the fact that he was just a student. When he asked Dumbledore's portrait, he was told some bull about needing him to be tested to ensure he could do what was needed, Dumbledore tried to tell him that everything he went through over the years, that there was no other way. That he had to be sure Harry could fulfill the Prophecy. He was quite stubborn about it, actually.

Harry had made sure to study prophecy and such in detail after that, and from everything he learned, that prophecy was not concrete. Anybody could have finished off Voldemort. The one who made the dumb thing have to come true, was Dumbledore himself. Him and his insistence that the Prophecy was so important, his insistence that it had to be Harry, and only Harry.

So, no. Harry was not sure what to think of the Headmaster. He respected the man as a powerful wizard and a leader, but... any respect or love he had for the man personally was wiped away by the realizations he had. If the Headmaster had merely told him what was going on and given him actual training... he would have been more than happy to just go along with it... to a point, of course.

They only included him in the reading because Hermione insisted. She said that having him in on it from the beginning would make things easier on the younger (in terms of time-line) half of the reading crowd when they tried to fix things. This way, he wouldn't fight them on every point, insisting that the way he wanted to do things was the only way to go, and to go against that must mean they were Dark. He still wasn't sure why Hermione insisted on including his aunt and uncle, let alone both versions of them.

Maybe she was hoping that hearing about everything their nephew went through, would soften them towards him? Make them more accepting of him or something? He didn't know, and he didn't care. Her views on family could be very naive, her way of thinking was very similar to Dumbledore's in that respect.

"What are you going to do?"

Harry sighed and laid his head back in his chair. "I'll send a note through the Room to Moody, it'll be in his bedroom when he goes to bed. If anyone, he should be able to keep the Old Man in line."

Ron nodded and was going to say something, when an Auror ran in, "Sir! Death Eaters attacking in Kent!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other before they started running for the Department's apparation point, getting the Auror's moving as they went.


Those left behind in the room, looked around at each other in shock, although both Harry's still looked a little scared of their future. Although, Harry was more concerned about the kids and mother-in-law.

"Well, Mate," Ron said, clapping Harry on the back. "Moody always said you'd make a good Auror." Harry somehow dredged up a smile for him, still in shock.

"Harry, notice he never said his wife's name." Sirius teased quietly, making Harry turn red and then completely ignore him in favor of bantering with Ron. Sirius smirked and started debating with Remus over who the lucky Lady Potter was. Nobody noticed Ginny's blush, she was obviously assuming it would be her.

Although she was having a hard time figuring out why her mother would be causing them so many problems... her mother adored Harry!

Severus ran a hand through his hair, honestly relieved that Harry hadn't turned those green eyes on him more than the once, and that the Harry's in the room with him had glasses. This incident made him reconsider if he wanted to give the boys an eye-correcting potion or not.

Although... seven years after the Dark Lord's defeat and the Death Eaters were still active. The first time the Dark Lord was defeated, they had gone into hiding and reintegrated into society as if nothing happened, for the most part. It seemed they weren't that lucky this time. Understandable, really. They hadn't already won the war the first time Voldemort was defeated. This time, all that was between them and TOTAL victory, was a few small pockets of resistance, and the Trio still running around giving people hope.

He ignored the group talking about the adult Harry Potter in favor of doing something he swore he'd never do because of the risk. He started writing down EVERYTHING he knew about the Dark Lord's army. He would add a warning to his younger self in his letter later. He couldn't let that future happen, it was bad enough what was happening now in his time. But... despite his high position in the ranks, he hadn't known that the situation outside Hogwarts was so bad.

"Break, or keep going?" Remus asked again after a bit.

"Let's break for a few days, let everyone calm down after the events in the book." Filius said with a sigh.

"Yeah... I think we could all use some time to ourselves." Sirius agreed and hugged Harry before he got up to get a change of clothes for Remus. He was tired of seeing his friend wearing those worn out things, and could not figure out why his older self hadn't fixed that.

"Mr. Potter, younger." Severus specified when both boys looked up. "I expect to see you in my lab once Molly starts cooking dinner. I'm sure the Room will make sure you reach it if you get lost." He instructed before gathering his parchments and leaving the room, intent on getting some brewing done before he had to start teaching the boy. With a room like this, he had an unlimited supply of ingredients, although he still needed to explore the Rooms limitations on rare or even extinct ingredients.

With him gone, the rest of the rooms occupants started to split up to do their own thing before dinner as well, and Molly made sure to tell Harry that he had about an hour before she started dinner for the night.

"Potter, I want to see you in half an hour in the training room." Moody barked before clumping out of the room.

Charlie wilted, having been hoping for a pick-up Quidditch game. "Hey, we can play tomorrow, yeah? We should have more time tomorrow, too. It's kind of close to dinner time right now." Bill assured his brother, bumping his shoulder against Charlie's. Charlie brightened up marginally, and wandered off to see just what the room could do in regards to a Quidditch pitch.

"Um... Professor Lupin?" Draco asked hesitantly. When Remus looked at him in question, he took a deep breath. "Can you... teach us more about Muggles? How they live and get by without magic, their currency, and stuff?" He asked. He was mostly interested in learning more about their currency, though, that would be useful for possibly expanding the Family Businesses into the Muggle world.

Remus smiled softly. "I'd be happy to." He said, and pulled both Pureblood boys into another room.

"Hey, Harry, both of you." Sirius poked his head back in the room a moment later, having already filled a closet in the room he shared with his younger godson and Remus with decent clothes.

"Yeah?" Harry asked, looking up from his conversation with Ron and Hermione. Harry merely looked up from his own conversation with their younger selves.

"Can I talk to you in private?" Sirius asked, and they both glanced at each other before agreeing. Once they were in another room, he settled on a chair and pointed to the couch across from him. "The Black Family has a... rich history. Not exactly a very good one, but a lot of history. And one of the things our family was known for was it's magical abilities. The most well-known of our abilities is the Metamorphagus ability, which if I remember correctly, you do have to an extent..." He looked between the boys with a frown, remembering what Harry said about Tonks agreeing to test him after the war was over. "But... the most closely guarded ability was their Parseltongue abilities."

Harry looked surprised. "That's a Black family trait?" He asked. He thought it was purely a Slytherin family thing.

"Abilities like that do run in families, but not always just the one family, especially when you have communities like ours that intermarry so much. I would need to look up our family tree again, but I'm pretty sure we're directly descended from one of Salazar Slytherin's daughters or something. My brother Regulus and I both spoke Parsel, and so did James, actually. He was very proud when you started Speaking it, too." Sirius nodded, hesitated for a moment. "Harry. I need you to be honest with me. When did Dumbledore find out that you Speak?" Referring to the way Snakes referred to wizards that spoke their language.

"In my second year, with the rest of the Wizarding world." Harry said bitterly.

"And what did he have to say about how you got your abilities?"

"He said I could Speak it, because Voldemort can Speak it. He said that Voldemort gave me some of his powers the night he tried to kill me." Harry said. "That's obviously not true if I inherited it from my father."

"We... have a theory about why Dumbledore would think something like that. And I would rather get confirmation on that, before I tell you anymore about it." Sirius held up a hand, forestalling the predicted questions. The pleading look on his face was the only thing keeping Harry from badgering him more, he didn't want to think about Harry possibly having a Horcrux in his scar, he couldn't even explain to himself why he even thought of it to begin with. "I want to meet with you boys and start teaching you what you should already know, but for now you should probably go find your tutors for the night." He said with a small grin, getting a groan out of Harry, but he went in search of Severus anyway, while Harry went to find Mad-eye with dread, and Sirius went to find Remus and bully him into changing into some of the new clothes Sirius had gotten for him through the room.

Both boys were looking forward to a few days to relax and not think about those books.

(When Moody went back to his room later that night after putting Harry through his paces in a dueling lesson, he somehow wasn't surprised to see a note sitting on his pillow, encoded in the most complicated Special Force codes they had, warning him to take Albus Dumbledore in hand so his meddling didn't make things worse than they already were.)


That's the end of the first book.

I've had people question the Dursley's presence... they do sort of play a role. There is a method to my madness. Most of the time, anyway.

The second book will be coming up soon, hopefully within the next week, it may take longer, I will post an update when it is up!