Chapter 2

The next couple of days went well for the trio and Ginny. They were starting to get accustomed to their classes. Harry had noticed that lately Professor Snape had been preoccupied by something. He had only managed to take a mere twenty points off Gryffindor House. Instead of the usual fifty.

Harry didn't want to bother to ask for fear of ruining this stroke of luck. As the trio headed out of potions Ron looked to Harry.

"What do you think is wrong with Snape?"

"I don't know. I'm not going to push it though." Harry smiled.

"The less points we loose this year the better." Hermione smiled.

The group headed to the common room. As they entered the prefect came over.

"Harry, Dumbledore wants to see you. He says it is important. Please follow me."

Harry looked to his friends who all shrugged. Harry had no clue what it meant. He followed the Prefect out and the two silently walked toward the office. As they walked past a class Harry saw Professor Lupin talking to Professor Snape. The Prefect looked to Harry to hurry up and then saw the two teachers. He looked back to Harry.

"Odd, any one ever tell you that you have the same features as the professor?" He asked Harry.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked back.

"Your hair looks like his. And you have the same forehead. Don't forget the smile." The prefect smiled.

"I don't understand."

"I'm a photographer in my spare time Harry. One of my talents is seeing peoples features. You look like Snape. You two aren't related right?"

"Of course not. I know who my dad was and my mom." Harry shot back.

"Suit yourself." The prefect shrugged. The two walked off to the Headmasters office silently. Harry thinking of what the Prefect said. He couldn't see Professor Snape smiling. It just didn't fit right with him.

The prefect said the magic word and the gargoyle statue blocking the staircase moved. Harry and the prefect walked up the stairs. The prefect rose his hand to knock, but he didn't get the chance. The door swung open and Professor Albus Dumbledore stood in the doorway.

"Harry, I was just coming to get you. Thank you prefect, you may leave."

The prefect nodded and smiled to Harry. He walked off and Dumbledore motioned for Harry to sit. Harry looked around the magical room as he took his seat. The portraits all smiled. Fawkes blinked and settled it's eyes on Harry. The candlelight in the room seemed to brighten a little as Dumbledore walked behind his desk.

"Sir, can I ask what you needed to talk to me about?"

"Ah yes, Harry. Would you like a lemon drop?" Professor Dumbledore offered.

"No sir, I'm just a bit curious? Is this about Voldemort?"

Dumbledore looked up in surprise. "Oh no. This is something of more importance. It has come to my attention Harry that the MLE had something that now belongs to you."

"MLE sir? Is this about that woman on the carriages?"

"Ah, so you met her. Well as a matter of fact she was the delivery person. She dropped of some of your property. She did say she wanted to meet the great Harry Potter."

Harry looked dumbstruck. Thoughts of what the package could be raced thru his mind. Dumbledore saw this and his eyes twinkled under the candlelight. He waved his hand and a door opened. The woman Harry had seen on the carriages walked in.

"Thank you for this opportunity to meet him Professor. It has been a very long time. Very long indeed." She replied as she smiled to Harry from under her hood.

"Ms. Alcott is from the MLE Harry." Dumbledore replied.

The lady lowered her hood. Harry could see her eyes were steel blue under the firelight. Her hair was long and brown. She smiled to him and walked over. She then extended her hand.

"Pleasure to meet you again Mr Potter. Can I call you Harry?"

"Um, yes. I don't understand, meet me again? I don't remember ever meeting you." Harry said in confusion.

"Ah, but you were only a baby then. I'm the one who gave you to Hagrid. With the help of that now famous villain Sirius Black we were able to find you in the rubble of your parents house. That was the last I saw of you until the carriage ride here. I didn't want to say anything then. I am very pleased to finally have a word with the son of Lily and .." she trailed off and then looked to Dumbledore.

"James Potter." Harry filled in.

The lady only shook her head and smiled.

"Ahem, now that proper introductions are made. I believe you have a package for him Ms. Alcott." Dumbledore said hastily.

"Ah yes. I almost forgot in my haste." She replied and went to the briefcase she had carried into the castle with her. She put it on the headmasters desk almost crushing his bag of lemon drops. Dumbledore moved them just in time.

"Sorry sir, just a bit nervous. This has been a very long wait. The MLE now thinks he is ready." She smiled at Dumbledore who nodded. Harry looked between the two trying to make out what they meant.

Ms. Alcott opened her briefcase and took out a small bundle of letters wrapped by ribbon. The letters were old and some had burnt edges. Ms. Alcott walked the bundle over to Harry and handed them to him.

"There you go. Those were your mothers letters to your father. We found them in the rubble and kept them in our evidence vault for some time now. The investigation is over now. However due to the circumstances of James and Lily Potter's demise it was felt that we would wait until you were old enough to understand what was written in them. Now you are. I hope they shed some light on some of your questions Harry. Now I must be off. I have other things to deliver. Good day." She shook Harry's hand and then Dumbledore's. She turned and walked out silently. Harry looked at the odd package and to Dumbledore.

"Sir, these were my mothers?" Harry asked.

"Yes Harry, you may come across some very odd information in those letters. If you should have questions please come to me alright."

"I will sir, and thanks."

"For what Harry?"

"I don't know, I just felt like saying it." Harry smiled as he looked to the top of the first letter. It was appropriately addressed from Lily to James. Harry walked out of the Professor's office and hurried to the common room to go over the letters. He did have questions and had hoped these letters would solve them.