AN: Well, here I am. I brought my entire computer up to my weekend house to write more of this story and study for Regents exams (ugh). Mind you, I have a Compaq Presario, and it is NOT a laptop, which meant sitting with a keyboard and speaker on my lap for 2 hours. Damned traffic. Anyway, I didn't bring the mouse pad, because I'm stupid, so now my mouse is all messed up. I'm actually using Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban instead. I also didn't bring that thing for my wrists so my hands really hurts already, I'm going to have to get a pillow or something. Plus my computer is on the floor because there's isn't any computer desk here. I have to lug this whole thing home again on Monday too. Yuck. So anyway, here is it, the next happy-slappy installment of "Old Family Ties".

Of keys and vaults long locked away

The food was better than I remember it. Maybe because I had eaten little more than stale cake all summer, but I've never tasted anything half as good as this years' apple cinnamon pie. When dinner was done, I picked my now significantly heavier body up and started out of the Hall and onto the steps. Ron and Hermione caught up with me. So did Nevil.

"Hey Guys! What's new this year? I didn't get to talk much in the carriages with you!" Nevil said, excitedly

"On three Ron" I whispered. "One, Two, Three!"

Ron and I bent over and picked up Nevil just as he was about to step into the disappearing step. The first years looked on tentatively. Many people laughed at poor Nevil. We didn't thought. As we approached the portrait, Hermione turned around.

"The Password is 'Puffskins'" said Hermione, in all her glory. I turned around. It was bluntly obvious who was muggel born. They looked on in wonderment as the portrait swung open to reveal the common room, a blazing fire already roaring in the grate.

"Girls, this way, Boys, that way!" said Hermione, pointing towards the doors leading towards the bedrooms. I went my own way, Ron close in my wake. And I do mean wake. All of the pureblood first years stepped back and gasped when they saw me. They pointed at my scar too. I really hate that. It always makes me think I have a pimple or something.

When I got into my room, I pulled my truck in front of the bed I had used for 4 years now. Dean started pinning up West Ham posters.

"Really." said Ron, looking at the poster from under his eyebrows "Can't you put up a good team?"

"When you do" retorted Dean, pointing to the Chudly Cannons poster Ron had forgotten last year.

Ron glared and opened his trunk, throwing clothes into his wardrobe. I hung up a few of my robes, and pulled out my bedside cabinet things. My photo album, my invisibility cloak, the broomstick servicing kit, and the Pensive. I hurried it into the cabinet, and closed the door. I would use it later. Lastly, I pulled out my Fireboat. I re-arranged the tail twigs, and I heard applause, I spun around to see Dean, Ron, Seamus, and Nevil cheering at me.

"All hail next years Captain!" shouted Seamus. I grinned.

***

Later that night, just as the others were falling asleep, I reached over to the cabinet and pulled out the pensive. I lowered my face to the glossy surface and took a deep breath. I felt the pull, and fell face forward.

This time, I landed into Greengots. I was standing beside my father and he was alone, something unusual. He was about 20, and he was wearing a fine black robe, with red piping. He opened up a vault with a tiny key. This wouldn't have struck me as odd, except the key was gold and covered in small jewels. My father was putting something into the vault. I couldn't see what It was, but it was square and in a simple- brown paper wrapped box. Before the scene changed, I saw heaps of gold, and bronze. No silver thought. So, my father must have shared this with Remus, and probably Sirius and Peter too. I had heard once that my father never used sickles because Lupin couldn't used them. I watched as the scene blurred and changed. It was my Father again, and he was... sewing? It looked like it was putting something into a fold in a cloak, the invisibility cloak? Its fold was them covered up by another piece of invisibly material, down by them bottom. And I swear, before the seen blurred, my father smiled at me.

Returning back, I didn't even stop to catch my breath. I reached over, and grabbed the cloak. I searched for a seam out of place. There at the bottom, was something that looked like it had been sewn by someone who didn't even know how to thread a needle. I ripped open the fold, and out fell.... a key.