A/N First I'd like to thank Reasonably Crazy, Sevter, Lei Dumbledore, Corgi, and Mikee for taking the time to review and for encouraging me to continue the story.

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Chapter 2

More Questions than Answers

    Harry batted away the hand that was gently trying to shake him awake.

    "Harry, wake up!" George whispered persistently.

    "That shaking again, what was it?"

    Fred pulled the covers off Harry and dragged him to his feet.

    "Come with us, we have to talk to you."

    "Ok," Harry still wasn't fully awake, "what time is it?"

    Fred and George led Harry to their room, closed the door, and cast a silencing charm to prevent any eavesdropping (not that anyone except their mother was awake). 

    "Ok, I'm awake. What are we doing up at this time in the morning?"

    "It's not that early, Harry, really. Besides we want to tell you something." Harry wasn't sure which of the twins were actually talking without his glasses which unfortunately he hadn't grabbed.

    "Well hurry up and tell me. I'm tired. I want to go back to sleep."

    "First we want to thank you for your generous contribution to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. We've been able to get a good start on marketing this summer thanks to you. There are a few shops that have started carrying a small assortment of our products, and second well, we want to give you this."

    Harry looked at the blurry parchment in front him. "Uh, thank you."

    "Your welcome!" They answered in unison obviously delighted that he liked their gift. They both grinned happily as they showed him out the door.

    Harry stumbled down the hall to Ron's room wondering if he would figure out whatever it was the twins gave him before it blew up in his face. He opened the door quietly hoping not to wake his friend.

    "Harry! I was wondering where you were," Ron was already up and dressed. "Hurry down to breakfast we're going to have a wonderful day."

    Ron was halfway down the stairs when Harry reached his glasses.

Corporation: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

Owners: Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Harry Potter

    "What? Why?"

     Very confused Harry quickly dressed and ran to look for the twins.

    "Not in their room, where are they?"

     "Argg!"

    "Harry, breakfast is ready," Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs. "Everyone else is already down."

    Harry took a seat next to Ron.

    "I want your rooms cleaned today, be sure to bring down your wash as well as anything that needs to be darned before you return to school. If you are done before lunch you'll have the afternoon to yourselves."

    "Yes Mum, yes Mrs. Weasley," five voices responded. The teenagers were obviously delighted with the morning project.

    Harry helped Mrs. Weasley clear the table and went upstairs to talk to Fred and George before helping Ron.

    "Fred, George. What is this parchment you gave me?"

    "You're our partner. That shows that you are a part owner in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes."

    "But that's your company."

    "Harry, your investment got the company off the ground! Plus, having you as a partner is good for the company."

    "How so?"

    "Well, mum found our stuff again and was going to throw it all out, again. We'll never get anywhere if everything we make is destroyed. Anyway we explained that you are one of the owners of the company whose products she was attempting to destroy. To make a long story short as long as we follow the rules she leaves everything alone."

    "But…"

    "So you see, without you, we don't have a company. No you means mum throws out all of our products, which in turn means no company. Plus we like having you for a partner."

    "Ok," Harry sighed. "If it's for the company."

    "There's a good mate! Now go on, we have to get this room cleaned up."

    Harry hurried off to help Ron. They were planning some Quidditch practice for that afternoon.

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    "Molly, I hope you don't mind my stopping by."

    "Albus, how good to see you! What about Harry, can he live with us? We'd love to have him; we love him like one of our own."

    "Thank you for your letter. There are a couple options on where he can be placed. I'd like to discuss his choices with him."

    "Of course, but he's not going back to those people. I will not allow it, even if it means going against you."

    "No, I will not send him back to the Dursleys'. Now where is he?"

    "Upstairs, I'll get him. Wait in the living room, you two can talk privately there."

    "Thank you Molly."

    Harry puzzled over his headmasters visit on his way down the stairs.

    "Professor Dumbledore," Harry asked as Mrs. Weasley closed the door behind him. "Is everything alright. Voldemort and all?"

    "Yes Harry, everything is fine. Voldemort seems to be keeping a low profile. There haven't been any Death Eater attacks at all so far. How are you?"

    "I'm glad I will be spending the rest of the summer with the Weasley's. Thank you Professor."

    "Have you received your Hogwart's letter?"

    "Yes, I can hardly believe that Hermione, Ron and I are al prefects. That was quite a surprise; I thought only going to be two Gryffindor prefects chosen."

    "Professor McGonagall insisted on the three of you. I believe her reasoning was 'if we choose two of them, we'll end up with three anyway. They are always together.' Caused quite a stir I tell you," the elderly man chuckled.

    "There was another thing I wanted to talk to you about. Did you know that you are adopted Harry?"

    "What?"

    "Yes Lily and James were expecting a child. Lily went into labor early and they went to the nearest hospital, which happened to be a Muggle hospital. The baby unfortunately died at birth. They were both very upset. Lily was quite weak and was kept in the hospital overnight for observation. The next morning on their way out they noticed a woman in a uniform bring an infant in to be examined. They stopped and asked the woman if her baby was alright. The woman explained that she worked at an orphanage, and that the child had been left on the doorstep sometime during the night. Lily and James, while grieving for their own baby, could not believe that anyone could leave a child. Why, the infant didn't look to be more than a few days old! They decided that they couldn't just leave that child at the orphanage; they decided to give the child a home. That child was you."

    Harry hadn't moved, hadn't blinked, the professor was beginning to wonder if he was still breathing.

    "I was adopted from an orphanage? They thought I was a Muggle? But, I don't understand!"

    "Harry, your parents never told anyone that you were adopted. They wanted to tell you first. They wanted you to understand. They loved you as their own, Muggle or not. Even I didn't know you were adopted until I read the will after their death. I believe that is why their will requested that you be placed with your Aunt and Uncle."

    "They thought I was a Muggle?"

    "Harry, are you ok?"

    Harry looked up at him. "They're not my real family?"

    "They are you real family, they adopted you. They loved you. You are the son of Lily and James."

    "My real parent's didn't want me?"

    "Harry, your biological parents did want you. I didn't find out who they were until years later, but they loved you very much. Your mother died at the hands of Voldemort and your father was afraid that you would be next. Your father gave you up to save your life. He placed you at a Muggle orphanage so that you would be untraceable. He hoped that you would be adopted by a good family. And you were. James and Lily loved you more than life itself."

    "You know who my father is?"

    "Yes Harry, I do now. As your adoptive parents are dead he asked if you would like to live with him. He has always wanted and loved you. He thought giving you up was the best thing he could do for you."

    "He wants me? Or he wants the-boy-who-lived?"

    "He wants you Harry. I didn't even tell him your name."

    "I think I'd like to get to know him. I don't know about forever though, he gave me away."

    "How about this, you spend the rest of the summer with your father and then go back to school. After that you decide for your self, and let me know, which holidays you will be visiting him. That way you two can get to know each other and I can provide for your security."

    "Ok, that sounds good."

    "Then go pack up, you can meet your father before lunch."

    Harry raced up the stairs to tell Ron the news.

    "Albus, what's the decision?" Molly asked as Dumbledore joined her in the kitchen.

    "Harry has decided to visit his biological father. I hope that they will be able to form a family, but that waits to been seen. If they cannot, I hope that your offer to take him in will still be open."

    "Harry is and will always be welcome here. What's this with a biological father though? I thought he was Lily and James."

    "Lily and James adopted him, they didn't tell anyone because they didn't want him to feel different. They were going to tell him once he was old enough to understand and then give him the choice of who he wanted to tell. Even I didn't know until I read their will."

     "So he has a family?"

    "He has a father, his mother is deceased."

    "I'm just glad he has someone."

    While Harry packed he tried to explain to Ron what Dumbledore had told him. It wasn't going very well.

    "Harry, I don't understand. If you were adopted surely it would have been in one of the books about you and Hermione would have told us. And how can you just decide to go live with someone you've never even met. He gave you away for goodness sakes! What about the Quidditch team?You were going to help me get ready to try out."

    "Ron, look at it from my point of view. If I have a real parent then maybe I won't have to back to the Dursleys' anymore. Fred and George are both on the Quidditch team; they can help you get ready. I don't know how this is going to work out. I just know that I have to try. Please don't be mad."

    "Alright, but write to me and let me know how you are. Hermione is going to Diagon Alley on the 29th; try to meet up with us there. Maybe we can meet your father; I know mum's definitely going to want to check him out. Did Dumbledore tell you his name, we may already know him."

    "No, I didn't ask his name. Maybe I should have."

    "Come on then, I'll help you take this downstairs."

    Harry and Dumbledore portkeyed into Hogsmede and one of the horseless carriages took them up to the castle. The entire time Harry tried to get his mind around the idea that he had been adopted. It just didn't make sense. Why didn't his parents tell anyone? As they got closer to the castle nervousness started to kick in. It wasn't a long walk up to the headmaster's office but today it seemed to take forever.

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