A/N: Hope you all Enjoyed Your Christmas! Just as a side note: In the beginning of this story, Destany is based off of my sister. Harry is like how I feel when I wake up, like a zombie and my sister walks…no bounces down the stairs and I'm staring at her like 'No, too early'. :D I felt it would be good to have someone perky, plus I wanted to kind of rant about my sister….killed two birds with one stone ;D

Stella Blu: Actually, I had wrote Destany out. Though now I think I have another idea for her...we'll see.

writingjustforfun: I'm glad you liked the ending. Some of the things I added as an after thought. But, as I stated earlier, I did not want to give the potters the "perfect" family. I thought doing that was unrealistic. I personally do not find the ending depressing...but there are still changes to be made; so we will have to find out how those changes effect everything in the long run.

TheDarkOne8703: Here's "more". Thanks for giving me Kingdom Hospital back. I know it was hard for you to part from it.

Chapter 26- Reunion

July 3

They had walked all night and Harry was exhausted and his mind was reeling. Here he was, back where he belonged, and he still felt like an outsider; like he did not belong. No one had said a word the whole night as they walked, afraid the death eaters would find them. As they walked, Harry could feel himself nodding off. If took everything he had to stay awake.

"Not much further," James said to his son, looking as tired as he felt.

Harry wanted to nod in acknowledgement, but could not find the energy to move his head. Harry glanced over at Destany; the teenager was practically skipping with energy. Harry scowled at her. Ten minutes ago, she had looked like a resurrected zombie, now she looked like she had not been up all night, being chased by Voldemort's death eaters, but rather like she was asleep all night; or had drank about 50,000 cups of coffee. Harry hated her at that moment. How does she do it? He wondered.

"What?" Destany asked, noticing Harry's scowl. Her voice was perky and full of energy like her steps. Harry just continued to glare at her and he noticed his dad was also glaring at her. Destany was smart and decided to pretend she was trudging along, though he could tell she just wanted to skip merrily. Women. He thought and mentally shook his head.

Harry glanced forward and saw a house loom before them. It looked old and run down; almost like the mansions you saw on Scooby Doo. That are old and creepy from lack of care and partially from age. As they approached, the gate in front proclaimed it was #12 Grimmauld Place. Now how anyone would know it was located on a 'street' called 'Grimmauld Place' was beyond him. Being as they passed no road signs, nor were on a road for that matter.

Must be a lot name or something. He thought.

"We live here?" Harry asked James.

"No, we're supposed to meet some people here." James said, and Harry thought he heard relief in his voice.

The group trudged through the front gate and up to the house. Destany had taken up humming a song and Harry was certain the moment he had the energy to, he was going to kill her; Slowly.

Harry suddenly felt nervous and instinctfully stayed close to his father. Snape walked in first, then James, followed by Harry and finally, Destany.

"You're back!" A woman's voice yelled. Harry watched as a red-headed woman rushed up and hugged his father. Harry recognized her from his dream. She was his mother, only a few years older. She quickly let go of his father and shoved him out of the way and pulled Harry into a bone-crushing hug. Harry swore he could feel ribs breaking in his chest and tried to squeak out something but couldn't find the ability to.

"Lily, you're choking the poor boy!" His dad said. She loosened up from her hug, but did not pull away. Harry found that he could, in fact, breathe again, not very well, but breathing was breathing and Harry took what he could get. She looked at him apologetically and smiled. Her emerald eyes were sparkling with happiness and he swore he saw tears in her eyes. She reached up and smoothed his hair down and Harry felt himself involuntarily rolling his eyes at her.

Lily continued to mother him as he glanced over her shoulder to see the others seated around a table. Professor Snape had sat down with the group. There was an old man with a long white beard seated at the head of the table. He nodded his head slightly and had a twinkle in his eye as he noticed Harry studying him. To his left was an empty seat, where Harry guessed, his mother had flown from. To the left of that sat the dark haired man from another memory; the one who told him about Peter Pettigrew. Next to him was the man he had run into, literally, at the village. Across from them was a homely couple. The woman was kind looking and short. The man was taller and reminded Harry of a nerd.

"Harry?" His mother had said.

"Hu?" He asked, snapping back to attention.

"Do you know who I am?" She asked quietly. Harry studied her eyes and saw how hopeful she looked. He felt his heart break. He really did not want to disappoint her, but at the same time, he didn't want to lie to her. He sighed.

"Kind of." He said, looking apologetically at her. She hugged him again, less bone-crushing, more one of comfort.

"It's ok. I was just wondering." She whispered to him, though he knew it did break her heart knowing her own son did not remember her. She let go of Harry and looked up at James. He shrugged; not really knowing what to do.

"Harry, I'd like to re-introduce you to everyone.." James said, putting a hand on his shoulder and walking over to his friends. James pointed at everyone as he said their names and what relation they had to Harry; which he felt grateful for. "Headmaster Dumbledore; he's like the principle at your school and runs a secret order that fights against Voldemort, Sirius" Harry noticed a bit of anger in his voice when he said the name. Harry made a mental note to ask about it later "You're godfather." Sirius felt hurt James did not refer to him as James's best friend. "Remus, friend of the family and was your professor at school for awhile, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasly, you're best friend Ron's parents…and you already had the pleasure of meeting Professor Snape."

Harry burned all the names and faces into his memory, careful to make sure he would remember them this time. Harry looked over at Remus.

"I saw you…before." He said. Remus nodded.

"I thought it was you…but you disguised yourself so well I thought I was seeing what I wanted to see." Remus explained. Harry nodded. James glared at Remus, but all could see he looked kind of pleased Harry could use magic so well. Harry then thought of Destany. Where is she? He wondered and looked back at the doorway. Destany stood in the back of the room, looking at the dirt-covered walls, trying not to intrude.

"Destany," Harry said and she looked back at him. All the adults followed Harry's gaze.

"Amazing" Professor Dumbledore said, getting up from his seat and walking over to Destany to study her closer. "I thought she had been killed." He said, almost to himself.

Destany gave Dumbledore a creeped out look and took a step back away from him.

"Who is she?" Sirius demanded. Remus smacked the back of his head. (A/N: Ya know, I just now realized I tend to make Sirius get smacked a few times…eh, oh well. smacks Sirius again for good measure ;D )

"OW! Hey! I was just speaking what everyone was thinking!" Sirius muttered, rubbing the back of his head. Harry noticed Snape was looking rather pleased.

"It's ok. My name's Destany; and I do not know my real last name. But currently, I am considered to be a 'Spray' though that could change any day now." Destany answered, feeling awkward getting so much attention.

"I remember hearing something about the death eater's foster child." Mr. Weasly stated, looking thoughtful.

"She's much more than that. I'm so sorry my dear, but we had all thought you had died." Dumbledore stated and all eyes feel on the old man. "Destany is the last living heir of Ravenclaw; one of the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" Dumbledore clarified for both teenagers.

"I thought the Ravenclaw line was gone decades ago." Remus said.

"The family had moved to the America's in the turn of the century. None of them continued to study at Hogwarts; which started the rumor they were all killed. The family changed their name to Ravin shortly after. They began to continue their magic practice in the American schools; partly to keep a low profile. They kept in touch with myself and the ministry so we knew where they were. Destany's mother, Miranda, was killed in a muggle accident just days after giving birth to her daughter. Everyone had assumed she died with her."

All eyes were now on Destany; everyone out of sympathy but only Harry's showed concern. He knew for 16 years she had thought she was abandoned by her family. Now only to learn that her family was killed. Destany looked ok with the news. Her gaze looked saddened; probably because all hope of meeting her mother was now shattered. She looked at Dumbledore hopefully for a moment.

"And my father?"

"We do not know who he was. You're birth records do not have a father listed on them."

Destany nodded and looked down away from the sympathetic gazes. She looked back up to meet Dumbledore's eyes and said simply "Thank you." And was silent again, lost in her own thoughts.

Harry suddenly felt his exhaustion hit him again and tried to suppress a yawn. As much as he wanted to learn more; both about his and Destany's pasts, his tired brain could only take so much. He winced as a sharp pain came from his scar. It made his whole head throb in pain. He closed his eyes; hoping by doing so the pain would recede. If anything, it made it worst.

How? He wondered through his muddled brain. Does a scar cause pain and headaches?

He felt someone by him and opened his eyes to see his mother looking at him worriedly.

"Harry?" She said, but he barely heard her. Though she was only standing about a foot away, it sounded as if she were at one end of a tunnel and he was at the other. His vision was getting blurry around the edges and his mind got foggy. His legs felt weak as jelly and the last thing he remembered was his mother's concerned face and someone grabbing him as he blacked out.

A/N: dun dun dun! Is the suspense killing you? I'll make you deal…review and I'll post more…though I'll post more anyway. (but ssshhh, you didn't hear that ;D ) On a side note, if you haven't seen it yet, go and see Phantom of the Opera! It's amazing! They did such a good job on that film. They kept the beauty and everything of it…ah, you just can't explain it. It's just awesome and way beyond awesome even. :D On another note, I hope you all had a great Christmas! I did! "Santa" got me a pre-ordered H.P. and the Half Blood Prince :D Can't wait till July 16th now!!!!!!! Anywho, please review and I'll start working on the next chapter. (Though some changes are now going to be made, as I think I'm going to leave Destany in now…)

Stella: Finally what you've been waiting for; the significance of Destany! :D Hope you liked it!