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Harry left the manor with the ring but he had it hidden on his chain around his neck. He used a spell to shield it from view even if the chain was on the front of his shirt. His grandmother had explained that Godric had not just been founder but he was the original headmaster. The founder or heirs of them had the right to choose a new headmaster if the headmaster abused his powers. It was not unchecked power though. Harry could not simply walk into the school and remove Albus from his position. But he had the right to take it before the governors. And if it was an even vote, which was possible, he had the deciding vote. He could only remove Albus without the board if he broke some major rule. The board could only vote to remove him if they had the backing of the four heads of house. If Harry acted on his title, they would not need the heads to support them. Albus would know if Harry claimed his title. Not who claimed the title, but that a founder's heir had come forward. Like Black, Potter and Prince Harry automatically became lord Gryffindor on the death of his previous lord, in this case Severus. But he officially had to go to the banks and sign forms for him to be officially declared the hereditary leader of the school. It seems the actual castle the school was in belonged to him. It had been the secondary home of Lord Gryffindor and Godric had donated it to build the school. The main home and a third were hidden.

Harry knew he may one day need to claim the title officially but he hoped not to. He didn't plan to go after Albus unless he needed to. He may have dreamed of teaching in a few years but that wasn't reason enough.

He was surprised when he was leaving the bank the following Friday. "What are you doing here?"

Lucius smiled. "After the lovely time we had on our last date…."

Harry cut the man off. "It was not a date."

Lucius didn't back down. "The first dinner because of Albus I will give you. But the bar."

Harry was not giving an inch. "That was not a date."

Lucius reminded him. "You were the one to call it that."

Harry smirked. "A drunken slip of my tongue. I will not bed you Malfoy."

Lucius drew him in. "A few dates before that I suppose."

Harry pulled back from him. "I am sure there is a club you can find a young body in."

Lucius couldn't deny that. "But we have dinner reservations."

Harry didn't find it charming as well. "Then you better get going."

Lucius walked with him. "You must be hungry after training."

Harry grunted. "I may lose my appetite."

"We have had two meals together and you haven't seemed to mind."

Harry could not deny that. "Then I should get to choose."

Lucius reminded him. "I have made reservations. Perhaps next time."

Harry grunted. "I never said there will be a next time."

Lucius didn't say anything but instead led Harry for dinner. Harry was surprised they didn't stay in Diagon but headed into muggle London. Lucius had thought that Harry may be a bit more comfortable if he didn't worry about running into anyone. And even the old blood wizards didn't spend their entire lives just in the wizarding world either. There were certain perks of the muggle world that he had come to enjoy. It was usually mainly when he traveled for work or pleasure but London had its good side as well.

Harry told himself he should turn around and go home but he found himself coming. He told himself it was only because he was hungry from a double course day. He had also told Remus that he would get out and do something.

Harry could admit the restaurant on the water was nice. "The view at least is nice."

Lucius took a seat after pulling Harry's chair out for him. "And the company."

Harry picked up a menu from the table. "We will have to wait and see about that."

A waiter came over. "Can I start you with something to drink?"

Lucius surprised Harry when he ordered for them both. "We will have a bottle of your finest dry red wine, from France."

Harry was not amused. "Do you plan to order my food as well?"

Lucius smiled. "Of course not. But we do know I have a better taste in wine."

Harry smirked. "Cocky as ever I see. How do you know I even drink red wine?"

"It isn't the first glass we have shared."

Harry looked at the menu. "I assume you know your cellars well."

Lucius agreed. "I have attended a few private events here in their wine cellars. They have a great selection."

"Private dining room? Decided not to go the full wine and dine?"

"For a quiet dinner I thought the view of the river was the best."

Sitting out on the veranda Harry could admit they did have a great view of the tower bridge and many of the sights. And when he sipped his wine that Lucius had been right on his choice as well. He ordered a steak with peppercorn sauce and he could see the glint in Lucius' eye. He was reminded the man had told him he needed to try steak next time they had dinner. Harry had always liked steak but he was a more casual eater. He noticed though they didn't choose the bar side which was far more casual. He was not surprised at all by that.

The food was good and he could admit the company was not bad at all either. As they had crème brulee for desert with some expresso, he could grudgingly admit that perhaps he could see doing this with the man another evening.

Lucius went to walk him out. "So?"

Harry eyed him. "So?"

"Have I proven that I can be a good date?"

Harry didn't give in. "I don't know just yet."

"And how will you know?"

Harry gave in a bit. "Will have to try another."

Lucius was pleased. "I am happy lion. Now I know the…."

Harry cut him off. "No. Its time I get to plan."

Lucius hid a little groan. "Not sure I like the sounds of that."

Harry went to summon the bus. "Well if you don't, we can always end it now."

Lucius stopped him. "I am game for whatever you throw at me."

"Oh you may be eating those words Lucius."

Lucius had a feeling he may not like those words. "I think I will live with whatever you choose."

"Well you can always back out now. No one needs to know big bad Lord Malfoy is scared."

Lucius grunted. "I am not scared of anything you can throw at me."

Harry had a look on his face Lucius wasn't sure he liked one bit. He stopped Harry from summoning the bus and instead apparated them both. Harry found himself on his street but up the road from his home. Lucius once again tilted Harry's head up for a kiss, and this time put a hand behind Harry's head to keep him in place. Harry finally pulled back from the kiss when winded, but again couldn't deny it felt good.

He went to head to his home. "You can pick me up same time and same place next Friday. If you don't chicken out first."


Remus was again surprised when his son didn't come home until late on Friday night. Harry was an adult and didn't have a curfew he told himself. But he had always been the responsible marauder for a reason. Sirius may have laughed but Remus had to at least wonder. He was kind of hoping his son had met someone. He knew Harry would tell him if and when there was something to tell him.

Harry was surprised the next morning when he came down into the kitchen to have some breakfast. He saw Teddy was dressed up ready to go out and that Remus was seeing to his diaper bag for him. He had not known the two of them were planning to go out.

Harry went for some coffee. "Where are you two headed?"

Remus turned to look at him. "I'm not, you are."

Harry was even more confused. "And where am I going?"

Remus handed him the diaper bag. "Teddy is spending the day with his grandmother."

Harry was surprised. "I hadn't thought that Ted was in good enough shape."

Remus agreed with him. "Just for the day. I agreed it would be good for them."

Harry put the bag over his shoulder. "Has Andromeda refused to allow you in the house even to drop him off?"

Remus doubted he would be welcome but shook his head. "She invited you for breakfast."

That really surprised him. "Should I be worried?"

Remus kissed his cheek and Teddy. "It's an olive branch."

Harry went to go out the door. "Just surprised."

Remus watched both his sons go and thought. 'Hopefully it continues.'

Harry knew the bus was better for his brother then the floo so he flagged it down. Thankfully it was easier to ride on in the day time and not at night with the beds. He had only ridden with the beds once and it was not an experience he hoped to relive any time soon. Especially not with his baby brother who he doubted would enjoy it any more then he had. He wasn't sure how anyone actually managed to sleep on it.

He got off on the grounds of the Tonks house. He had been a few times but he had not been since just after the war. He had wondered after the custody case if he ever would be welcome back here again. The home had once belonged to Ted's parents.

Andromeda opened the door before he could knock. "Right on time."

Harry went to hand her Teddy and the bag. "I will just…."

Andromeda stopped him. "I thought Remus told you I invited you to stay."

Harry nodded. "I just wasn't sure…."

Ted called from the dining table. "Breakfast is on the table."

Andromeda motioned him in. "I made enough for three."

Harry came into the house and turned to Ted. "You are looking much better."

Ted motioned him to sit down. "Being home helps. And having both you and my grandson here to lift my spirits."

Harry kissed his cheek before he sat down. "Its nice to have company."

Andromeda brought over some pancakes. "Perhaps you will join us for dinner one night."

Harry accepted some food. "I'd like that if invited."

Andromeda looked at Teddy who she was feeding a bottle to. "I just want what is best for him."

Harry squeezed her hand. "We both do."

Though breakfast was still a little tense Harry was happy to be there with them. He hoped that it was a sign that Andromeda would come around. He knew that Remus was still not welcome and he wasn't sure Andromeda was still fully accepting that she had lost. But it was nice to be welcome back in the home again. He looked at the picture of Tonks on the mantle and he knew that she would have been happy to see this. Tonks loved her parents and had been so grateful her mum helped with Teddy when he was born. She'd want them all together.

Harry left later and once again found himself at the manor. This time he didn't wake his grandmother or even go into the hall. He went into the library but he had an elf bring Severus' painting for him. He wished to speak to both his grandfather and his father.

Tiberius woke up first. "I see you have returned."

Severus came around. "Decided to re-decorate?"

Harry smirked. "It is my home now after all."

Tiberius watched as Harry sat in an armchair. "There is a reason you woke us together."

Harry took the ring from under his shirt. "Grandmother gave me this."

Severus was surprised. "You woke her?"

Harry looked at him. "I decided to break the family mould of punishing others for our father's sins."

Tiberius tried to calm it. "My mother gave me the ring on her death."

Harry turned to him. "She explained about the vote."

Severus asked. "Did she tell you about the castle?"

Tiberius shook his head when Harry said that they owned it. "The school memory."

Harry was confused. "It's a building. What kind of memory?"

"Buildings with magic can store memories of events in them. Those linked to the castle can access them." Severus explained.

His grandfather added. "The headmaster can access some but not all."

Harry was surprised. "So I could spy on him?"

Tiberius amended it. "You could see the old memories. And perhaps more if you were in Godric's layer."

Severus saw his confusion. "Salazar was not the only one."

Harry had to ask. "Where is it?"

Tiberius had no idea. "It hasn't been seen since Godric's son. The location is lost to us."

"Is there any one who may know? One of the ghosts perhaps? I mean they have been around a long time."

Severus reminded him. "Even Nick is only just over 500 years old. And had no link to the founders."

Harry stopped him. "But the Grey Lady might. I mean she is Rowena's daughter. Could she know?"

Tiberius was silent a moment. "Perhaps. But you would need to be in the school to speak to her."

Harry had thought of that. "I don't plan to go near that building unless I have to."

Severus for once agreed with him. "The further away from that man you keep the better."

Harry spoke to them for a bit about the family. He was told that he simply needed to hold the ring and focus and he could be brought to either of the two Gryffindor homes still in full control of the family. Again neither had been used in centuries but Tiberius had visited when his mother had died. Severus had never been as he knew there was too many risks for him. He had to watch what he did with Voldemort and Albus watching.

Severus was surprised when only his grandfather was put to sleep. "Not back to my hall?"

Harry eyed the painting. "She told me you told her stories and showed photos."

"She wanted to see you."

"Only her?" Harry asked.

Severus grunted. "I found the photos."

"Where did you hide them? Clearly you didn't keep any part of me."

Severus called his elf and told him. "Bring the photo from my bedside."

Harry looked down at it. "Draco let me in."

Severus told him a spell. "It's not like I could keep a photo in plain sight."

Harry used the spell and the photo changed. "My mum and me. And you."

Severus reminded him. "I was at your birthday."

"A potions puzzle I am told."

Severus motioned to the front. "Your mother insisted I be in the photo."

Severus explained there were other photos in the box that had been on the bedside table. He took them out from time to time. He told himself the one in the frame was because it was one of the last photos he had of the woman that he had loved. And in part it was true but there was more. He could admit that if he looked at the eyes he could forget about James. But part of his issue was his anger was anger at Lily. He hated that Lily had hid the truth from him. And he didn't like being angry at the one person in his life he always counted on. But the anger was there.

Harry looked down at the photo. "I guess I do."

"Your lack of vocabulary has not improved."

Harry went to leave. "I was thinking it would be nice to have just one photo with my….."

"Your father?"

Harry turned back. "You don't deserve that title."

"And James did? You never knew him?"

Harry reminded him. "I had the marauders. Remus Chose to be in my life."

Severus grunted. "The one marauder I would have chosen."

"Father is more then donating sperm."

"I did what I thought I had to do."

Harry sighed. "And that is why I come back."

"And that is?"

"To give you a chance to earn that title."

With that Harry put the man back to sleep and he left the home. He knew it was a painting but the essence was in there. And until he died it was the closest he would ever get to speaking to the man. As he looked at the photo in his hands he knew he likely should return it to Draco. But instead he took the photo with him. He doubted Draco would care about a photo of Lily that had been in the bedroom. He was realizing even if not willing to call that man dad the man was a part of his being. Even with the blood adoption there was a part of him still in there. He would never have the time with the man he could have if he had known years ago. But he could have at least something.

He went to head home. "I wonder if my mother ever regretted keeping us apart. Never giving either of us a chance."