A/n: Heh. I really don't know why I'm still writing. No one reviews my stuff at all. What a letdown. If you've been so kind as to read this far, just leave a review, a short one.

            Harry walked up the road leading to his old house. As he reached the gates, he remembered how it was in the past. Snatches of what life had been like floated back to him. He remembered the flash of green light and shuddered involuntarily.  

            The old house was rundown and vacant. Ever since the deaths of the Potters, the house had remained vacant as a mark of respect to them. Harry walked up the path, noting as he did so the overgrown garden.

The memories that returned to him as he walked the path were painful, but he persevered and finally reached the door. He entered and went to the wall that held the full-length portrait of his family. His father smiled and waved at him, while his mother held him as a child. They all smiled at him. He tried to smile back, but couldn't.

This portrait was a special one, and would only open for one who was a Potter.

Harry pointed his wand at the wall and recited:

            The power of family is strong.

            Wall; Show your secret!

The portrait slid back into the wall, revealing a small room. Harry went in and pulled the door shut. There was a small table in the room, on top of which was a vase of flowers. Harry ignored this and went to the wall at the back of the room. Inside this wall was a hollow containing his birth certificate, according to his parents.

Harry reached his hand in and pulled the birth certificate out.
           

He squinted at the birth certificate in surprise, unsure whether what he was seeing was true.    

The names on the birth certificate were: Harry Potter.

                                                                        Mother: Lily Potter

                                                                        Father: James Potter.

This didn't make any sense. There was still no explanation.

This can't be! He thought. They said that I would find an explanation here!

He reached deeper into the hollow and felt something else. His probing fingers closed over it and he pulled it out.

It was an envelope of parchment.

The envelope was addressed to him.

He opened the envelope and started to read.

A/n: Sorry for the short chapter! This is actually just a sub-chapter, to set things up for the next chapter, which is quite long.