Libby looked back at Harry desperately as her 'brother' led her away.

  "Don't worry, Libs, I'll have you back to your precious boyfriend in no time." James muttered. "Honestly, Libs, three years ago you couldn't stand him. W-w-what.."

  James trailed off as a girl, probably about their age if not but a year younger, ran by them. Her red-gold hair flowed behind her as she eagerly took Harry's arm. "Come on, big bro, we have to beat Draco's team in Quidditch!"

  She then turned to James and Libby. "Where are you two going? You need to play, too!"

  James flushed. "G-g-g-g-gee, Ruby.. We kind of need to talk to our dad."

  Ruby smiled innocently, and Libby smirked. Whoever this James person was, he sure did like this Ruby girl.

  James turned nervously, taking Libby by the wrist and leading her down a corridor.

  Draco Malfoy smiled at them pleasantly as they passed him. "Sir Black, Lady Black."

  He bowed to them and Libby scowled at him.

  "Geez, Libs." James murmured as they quickly passed him, and he shot Draco an apologizing look. "That's one of my best friends!"

  Libby looked at her 'brother' in complete disgust. "What are you, a Slytherin?"

  James looked shocked. "How dare you!"

  Libby pointed in Draco's direction. "HE'S a Slytherin."

  At this, James started laughing. "Now I get it. It's just one big joke. You had me confused for a second, Libs." He said between outbreaks of laughter. "Draco Frost, a Slytherin! Hah!"

  Libby looked around as she was being led through the corridors. It certainly wasn't Hogwarts, but it was a castle. "Where are we?"

  James rolled his eyes. "You'd think you'd know the Gryffindor palace after practically growing up here."

  Libby's head began to hurt. All this information was too confusing.

  Ruby, frustrated, stomped her foot and started heading in the opposite direction as Libby and 'James'.

  Harry, confused, picked up the yearbook and went trotting after her. He finally caught up, about five steps behind her, and began reading.

  All of the scribbles about his parents' classmates, besides Jackie's and Rafael's, were gone. Instead, photos of his parents getting married in a huge ceremony, portraits of him as a child and other children who looked like him, just a bit. There were pictures of what looked like a younger Libby and her 'brother', and photos of DRACO MALFOY?

  Ruby, not knowing he was behind her, kept going. But Harry halted at a huge portrait. On two thrones, side by side, sat images of his parents, with Harry himself standing regally behind his dad, and the girl, Ruby, standing behind their mother. Between the thrones stood a boy who looked a lot like Harry, with softer features, piercing blue eyes and a younger face. On the other side of his mother's throne stood a beautiful young girl, probably about eight, with jet black hair and sparkling blue eyes, and in his father's lap sat a girl about three years old, with bouncing red curls and Harry's own emerald green eyes. His father wore a magnificent golden crown with rubies and lions, and his mother's tiara resembled his.

  And it struck him.

  He was in Gryffindor. In the Gryffindor palace.

  And he was a prince.

  "On our left we have the family portrait of the reigning monarchs. In King James's lap sits the youngest, little Princess Jadelyn, and to his right stands Prince Godric. Behind Queen Lily stands Princess Ruby, and to her right stands Princess Amanda, though everyone calls her Aphrodite or Dite." The tour guide said in a regal voice, and Harry turned.

  Her eyes widened and the group dropped to their knees. "Prince Harry!"

  Harry froze. If Ruby, the girl who had been walking in front of him earlier, had been his younger sister, the eldest of his other siblings judging by the portrait, then that meant that he was the heir to the throne.

  Oh, mother of Morgana le Faye.

  "No one is allowed to see the Minister during the peace conference." The guard, dressed in scarlet, black and gold, told them with a sneer.

  "Perhaps you don't recognize us. We're his children, Sir James Godric Black and Lady Liberty Isabella Black." James pointed to a large portrait to the twins' right. "Look at that!"

  The guard's eyes didn't so much as blink. But Libby looked at the portrait, fascinated.

  On either side of a dining room chair stood James and herself. James was decked out in a four-piece silk suit, in different shades of blue, with a thin red and gold sash draped across his chest. Their father's ensemble matched, and he sat in the chair. Libby herself was dressed in a strapless dark blue ball gown, with the same sash draped across her and her hair up, held back by a tiara.

  On the bottom edge of the frame, it read, Sir Sirius Black, Minister of Magic of Gryffindor, and Family.

  Libby broke away from James and went running to find the library, and hopefully, Harry.

  Harry smiled nervously, excusing himself and running after Ruby. "Ruby! Ruby!"

  Ruby turned around and Harry found himself staring at someone who looked almost exactly like his mother's yearbook photo. Except her eyes were blue. She smiled. "Oh, dear, darling big brother of mine. What is it that you require?"

  She snorted to throw off her royal etiquette.

  Harry grinned. Definitely had some spunk, this one. "Where's the library?"

  She threw back her head and laughed. "Now that's a question I never thought you'd ask. Harry Potter, the heir to the Gryffindor throne, reading? Maybe to snog Libby, but not to read!"

  She eyed him suspiciously. "You aren't just going to snog Libby, are you? Because, frankly, I don't think I'm quite prepared to be an aunt yet."

  Harry shot her a glare. "No, I want to read something."

  Ruby giggled again. "Okay, but I'm believing you."

  Libby nervously entered the library, whose doors were wide open. A pensive Draco Frost sat in a large armchair reading a book. Another boy, with Harry's messy black hair sat in a chair at a table, with a small redheaded girl on his lap and a brunette girl to his right, leaning over to look at the pictures in the book.

  "Ah, Libertia." Draco said loudly, rolling his tongue at his version of her name. "Glad to see you're feeling better."

  Libby looked at him with a little skepticism. "Draco Frost, right?"

  He nodded, giving her a puzzled look, but then returning to his book. "Funny, I never thought a fever would give one memory problems."

  Libby took a deep breath and started walking through the library. Grand portraits and shelves upon shelves of books lined the walls, with a large globe in front of a large, floor-to-ceiling window. There were sofas and comfy armchairs scattered about, tables with chairs in the center of the room, and a large, roaring fire in the most elaborate fireplace Libby had ever seen. And even off in a corner was a ladder leading up to a loft, which looked comfy from her point of view.

  She smiled. The palace was crawling with children and teenagers. As she passed one bookshelf, familiar faces, faces she had seen in portraits on her way here, were plastered all over issues of Witch Weekly. She rifled through the magazines and gathered the ones she found necessary, heading across the room towards the loft.

  "Lady Black." Someone whispered, and Libby turned to face a golden-haired, brown-eyed boy with an American accent. "I don't believe you'd recognize me."

  Libby shook her head and he offered his hand. "My name is Rhett Figg. My mother was a friend of your father's, and my father played Quidditch with him."

  Libby nodded and the last name clicked. Figg! As in Arabella! As in the widow who was disguised as an old lady! She never had a son!

  A look of realization must have flashed across her face, because he smiled in satisfaction. "Oh, good. Your father has told you about me. I attend the Academy, as he planned for you to do."

  Planned? Libby had to go to the Academy. But now that she thought about it, everything else in this world was so twisted that she probably had attended Hogwarts since she was eleven.

  "But now, I'm happy to say, I've been transferred to Hogwarts." He finally released her hand. "I hope to see you there."

  Libby flashed him a weary smile. "Same here."

  He turned to leave and Libby let out a sigh, running across the library as best she could in her skirt. She climbed up the ladder and gasped.

  The loft was so obviously designed for her. There were dark, rich shades of red, blue and green everywhere, from the chenille throws to the matching pillows. There were candles in iron holders and cute picture frames and sketches. She threw herself onto a chenille-covered mattress and began to read.

  Her eyes scanned each page about this world. Draco Frost was the nephew of Lily's old boss, Ronan Figg was indeed living and was a Quidditch player for the Gryffindor Lions, and his wife, Arabella, had Lily's old position and was sending their son Rhett to Hogwarts now. Harry had a brother and three sisters, one of which was supposed be one of her best friends, Ruby. His brother was downstairs, reading to 'Dite', the brunette, and Jadelyn, the redhead. Reggie Ravenclaw turned out to be Lily's half-sister's child, making her Harry and the gangle of children's cousin.

  Her heart sunk when she began reading about her own family. Her mother had indeed died, but it only served as a reason to bind she and James tighter together. And Sirius.. Sirius, her father, was often posed as the regal minister of magic, with an indifference towards his children.

  Libby's heart filled with gloom. Her dad had always been preoccupied in the other world, but now it was even worse. Back home, she only had Harry to compete with. Now she had a brother.

  She gathered up the magazines and began preparing to leave when the headline of one magazine, the one she hadn't needed to read, caught her eye.

  It was her and Harry in a heart-shaped picture, with the caption, 'Royal In Love'. She knew that Harry and herself were supposed to be in some sort of relationship, but she didn't have all the details.

  Libby's curiosity got the best of her and she opened the magazine, prepared to read her fate.

  Harry and Ruby walked into the library and instantaneously Harry recognized his siblings. Godric was reading to the brunette… Dite. And the youngest was Jadelyn, on his lap. He grinned with pride.

  Suddenly, that smile faded upon the sight of a content-looking Malfoy, curled up in a large armchair reading a book. He looked up and sent Harry a friendly grin. "Ah, Harry! All we need is James and we can have a near-perfect Quidditch match. Too bad the Weasleys can't come for another week, then we'd have someone to replace Jadelyn. She's only three, Harry. Don't you think your whole 'my-baby-sister-is-going-to-be-a-Quidditch-star' ambition is a little much?"

  And then it clicked. Draco was supposed to be his friend.

  "Honestly, Frost, I think that's the best destiny Jadelyn can get. Three girls, what a nightmare." Godric commented from his position. Jadelyn ducked her little head under his arm.

  "ARRY!" She shrieked, running up to him and hugging him around his knees.

  Harry chuckled and picked up the not-so-familiar little girl. "How's my little Jadelyn?"

  She scowled. "I'se not your Jadelyn, 'arry. I'se Ruby's Jadelyn."

  Ruby smirked at him and lifted Jadelyn out of Harry's arms.

  Dite came over and hugged him as well. "Haven't seen you since Mummy sent us on vacation."

 Ruby cocked her head to one side in interest. "Oh, how was New York, by the way? I heard you brought back Bella's son."

  Godric's eyes lit up. "Oh, yeah! Rhett! He's the greatest Quodpot player I've ever seen!"

  Draco came over, book under his arm and a familiar sneer on his face. "Quodpot? Have we taught you nothing, Godric? The best broom sport is Quidditch."

  Godric's eyes still had that twinkle as he defended his new hobby. "But in Quodpot, the balls blow up!"

  Draco's own eyes looked like fireworks had gone off. "They blow up?"

  "Yeah!" Godric exclaimed, and the two went off, Godric explaining the logistics of Quodpot as they exited the library.

  "You're here, Harry. Have fun." Ruby said, turning around. "Come on, Dite, we need to go find James."

  Harry took in the grand library as he heard the door shut softly behind them. He sighed contentedly. "This is the life."

  And of course, Libby had to ruin the moment by coming up to him in a panic. "We're in love."

  Harry looked at her like she was a nut. "Thanks for the update."

  She slapped him on the arm with the magazine she had in her hand. "We're dating."

  Harry rolled his eyes and started heading towards the back of the library. "Thanks again."

  Libby let out a strangled scream. "According to this magazine, we've been dating for a year and a half and our parents are getting funny ideas."

  Harry's eyes widened and he turned around slowly. "Our parents?"

  She put one hand on her hip. "Yes. Sirius, Lily, James, the.. Whole three."

  Harry's face fell. "So your mum's not in this world?"

  Libby gulped and looked away. "No, she's not."

  Harry didn't know what came over him, but he headed for her and slipped a comforting arm around her shoulder. "It's going to be okay."

  To his surprise and her own, she didn't push him away. "I'm sort of used to it. Lucky I didn't get my hopes up. By the time I figured this all out, I already knew she wasn't around."

  Harry looked around. "This is supposed to be all mine."

  Libby nodded and they both began walking out of the library. "Yep."

  He chuckled. "Supposedly we have our own Quidditch field. Wanna check it out?"

  Libby looked at him affectionately. "You know, that sounds like a great idea."

  He led her out of the room and the magazine slipped from her fingers.

  In three years, after their graduation from Hogwarts, Prince Harry James Potter I, son of King James Potter I and Queen Lily Potter III, will wed the daughter of the late Lady Nadia Black and her husband, the current Gryffindor Minister of Magic, Sir Sirius Black, Lady Liberty Isabella Black.