Chapter Twenty One The Potters

Harry and Ron looked transfixed at the cowering elf. The other two were very confused at this point, and started helping the kitchen elves pick up the dropped floor. "Are you lying again Kreacher?" Ron asked.

"Cousin Kreacher would never lie Ronald Weas."

"No, I'm not lying this time Master Ron Weasley. please." Kreacher threw himself at Harry robes and clung to the bottom of them. "Please help her."

"How am I going to get there?" Harry asked.

Kreacher bit his lip. "NO! Kreacher will get in trouble! House elves are not supposed to use their magic that way!" Dobby said, somehow understanding the look in Kreacher's eyes.

"Kreacher must Cousin Dobby; Kreacher must do it for Mistress Sirius Angel." Kreacher grabbed Harry's hand and before Harry could understand what was going on he was on Sirius's scarlet and gold bed with a loud pop.

"How. where.. Why?" Harry stammered.

"Hurry Master Harry Potter. Mistress Sirius Angel has gone after Master Sirius." Kreacher pulled Harry off the bed and pushed him toward the veil. and with out noticing how strong house elves could be; Harry found himself pushed into the veil.

The world went from bright red and gold to dull blue. People floated by him. They looked like ghosts; they were pearly white against the blue light and were drifting along as though on water. Harry started walking and strangely the people floated away from him, leaving a path. There were old ladies with girlish smiles on their faces and young men laughing handsomely. It was like a strange dream.

As he went farther, the people began to look more familiar. then his first shock came. The Longbottom were walking, not floating, walking and Harry could hear their soft conversation they were having.

"Yes, Neville is such a good little boy." Alice Longbottom said.

"He's doing us proud." Frank said.

They parted at Harry and met again. Harry was rooted to the spot as he turned to watch them leave, but they were gone. the people were floating, covering his path. Harry took a rasping breath. Even if he wanted to go back he couldn't now. he had to find Angel before she died in here, too.

He walked on. More white people floating by him and Harry still over coming that shock. He was walking, as straight as he could when the people parted and one tall boy stood in his path. "Hi-ay Harry!" Harry could feel tears in his eyes. It was Cedric.

"Thanks a lot Harry, for taking my body back and all. oh, tell dad to stop shooting off fireworks and landing himself in prison. and tell Cho I miss her." Harry's mouth went dry. Cedric smiled at him and walked away just like the Longbottoms.

Harry didn't move for some time, the looming blue light was making his head hurt and he couldn't help but think. what if he met his parents.

But, a small voice in his head told him to march on. and his feet obeyed. In the time he was there, he notice some people floated away and others walked around like the ghosts do at Hogwarts. These people were still pearly white, but they could speak. Yet, he didn't run into any of the speaking ones for sometime. Just one or two, but he couldn't remember where he saw them before, just knew he did. and he couldn't recall their names.

Harry had walked continuously and his feet were aching so bad he could imagine them being red when he took of his shoes. Then, just as his thoughts began to slip away from him, flying away. he saw them. Lily and James Potter were stand right in front of his face.

"Hi Harry," his mum said softly. Harry stepped toward her. "I miss you." She said, tears forming in her eyes.

James put a hand on her shoulder and looked at her sadly for a moment then he turned to Harry. Unlike Lily he didn't seem sad or on the blink of tears, but he was smiling; dashingly like he did in Snape's memory. "All right Harry?" He said. "You know I'm damn proud of you!"

Harry twitched a smile in the corner of his mouth, but feeling it was not fit, he suppressed a full grin. He took and deep breath, "Hi," he said tonelessly, as though he had just learned the words.

"Hi," James said, nodding slightly at him.

"Why me? Why you?" Harry said in an outburst, staring at them.

They didn't answer. Lily's eyes bore into him and James messed with his hair, yet not taking his eyes off his son. "Oh Harry!" Lily ran to him and pulled him into a hug. Harry was half fearful of a cold bath feeling washing over him as his mother tried to hug him, but ran through him instead. But, she became solid and her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," His mum cried in his shoulder. "We left you to grow up with that awful sister of mine. we should been. we should have been there." She broke into another fit of tears.

James looked at them for a moment, his eyes somewhat watering in pride. Harry hugged his mum back, but not closing his eyes like she was. he was scared it would all drift away and he'd wake up it being a dream.

"So, you are a Gryffindor Seeker." James said, obviously wanting to start a conversation.

"Yeah,"

"Any good?"

"I guess so. only haven't caught the snitch once, but that was."

"Because of the Dementors." James cut in, nodding his head. They were silent for a minute, and then, as though a little bulb had been flicked on in his mind, James gave a grin. "You have my old cloak?"

Harry grinned too now, "Yeah, and the Marauders Map."

"Good, be a shame for that old Squib to have it." James said, hitting his knee with his hand.

"James, honestly." Lily said, still not letting go of Harry. James still chuckled a bit, but his eyes fell and soon so did his laughter.

As though words were no longer a concern, James joined the hug, his eyes now misty with tears. Harry didn't know how long he was there, and his brain wasn't working right. for the first time in his life he was with his family and finding Angel and Sirius or even getting back to Hogwarts was no concern of his anymore, if he could choose, he'd chose someone to kill him so he could spend every last moment with his parents, wrapped in their arms.

"Harry?" asked another woman's voice. "Well I'll be damned, you look just like James did!" James and Lily straighten up smiling and wiping away their tears.

"He's handsome isn't he?" Lilly said, never taking her eyes off Harry.

"I didn't say that, shoot." The girl said. "No offence Harry, but James was the ugly git if I ever laid my eyes on one."

James shot a side-wards glance at the girl and grinned. Harry looked at her, she had dim hazel eyes like his fathers and slick black hair that fell to her middle back. it was Angel's mum.

"Well, I do hate to interrupt this, I really do Lily." The girl said, putting her arm around Lily, letting Lily rest her head on her shoulder. "But, my daughter and fiancé need a bit of help."

Harry messed with his hair. so that's why he was here, he nearly forgot. "Sirius is here?" James asked, a grin on his face.

"Sort of, he's not dead though, so you couldn't have talk to him anyway." Angel said with a sad smile.

Harry rolled her words over in his head. Sirius wasn't dead. Sirius wasn't dead. but he didn't really care about Sirius any more. he was standing in front of his parents for goodness sake!

"How did he get in here?" Lily asked, pulling Harry back into a hug. he didn't complain, to be honest, he didn't know why Ron and his brothers hated it when their mom kissed them and hugged them.. It was the best feeling in the world to Harry.

"I'll tell you later Lils," the lady said, "But Harry you have to hurry," the lady said to him.

Lily planted a kiss on his cheek and then released him. James took his hand, shook it and pulled Harry into a hug and Harry closed his eyes for a moment, trying to get the tears to disappear and when he opened them, Lily and James were gone.

But Angel's mum remained. "I'm sorry Harry." She said softly. "But we can never stick around for long." And as she said that, eight or nine witches and wizards appeared behind them. He grinned partly, they were his relatives, the ones he only knew from the few nights he saw them in the Mirror of Erised, and then he realized where he had seen Angel's mum before. in the Mirror. But that didn't make any sense what so ever.

"Martha Potter, your grandmother." one of the witches said. Martha had shoulder length blonde hair, that was flipped out. She had like green eyes. She, like Lily, collected Harry up in a hug and when she released him, she was gone.

"Jeremy Potter, that old bat's my wife. shit, you are as ugly as that son of mine," The man chuckled. He had messy hair, just like James and Harry. He had the same mischievous grin as Harry's dad and the same floppy looking ears. Jerry shook Harry's hand and than left.

The group, one by one, stepped forward and introduced themselves to Harry for the first time.

There was Ethan Potter, Jeremy's brother, and his wife Boston. The pear looked perfect together, both jet black hair; Ethan's sticking up in the back and Boston's falling just above her ears. Ethan looked to have the same knobby knees as Harry did.

And there was Edger Potter, Jeremy's and Ethan's dad and his wife Buffy. Edge had gray hair, but oddly as it looked, it was the same as the rest of the Potter men; no sense of direction. And Buffy had soft strawberry blond hair. Then Kenny Potter (eldest son of Boston and Ethan) and his wife Aurora and Kyle Potter (Kenny's little brother.) Kenny had short black hair that layed glued to his head. Aurora had brown hair, almost gracing the floor and Kyle had a boyish grin, big hands and long hair.

Finally Angel's mum introduced herself.

"Seri is my daughter, Ethan and Boston are my parents, and Kenny and Kyle are my older brothers." The girl smiled at Harry and took Harry's hand, "Angelica Jamie Potter."