"It came by owl!"

"What, owls that deliver letters? How cute!" Harry rolled his eyes.

"You think I should try sending it back?"

"It's worth a try, but what would you write?"

"Well, I guess I'll ask if it's a joke. Ask for some proof."

"That's a good idea, you should do that. After that you can put on you're new suit and come down to open presents." Harry sighed and climbed back up the stairs. He took out a pencil and scribbled a letter on a piece of paper. He addressed the envelope Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry since he had no other option.

"I don't know what else to do, I guess I'll just give this to you," he mumbled at the owl. He put on his suit with a scowl on his face. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Nice glasses, big green eyes, unruly black hair, and a thin frame. He sighed one last time and went back down to the kitchen.

"I knew that color looked good on you!" Tom exclaimed coming over to straighten his tie.

"You look very hansom," Harrison said. "Come open your presents." Harry sat at the table. They had done it this way for as long as he could remember. They would have a party in the afternoon and in the morning he would open his presents from his parents. He opened the first. It was a CD player and a couple of CD's. He opened the next, it was a few shirts (he disgared these items), and finally the last present was opened. He gasped; it was a vintage Super Man Comic. He collected them.

"Thank you sooooooo much. How the hell did you get this?"

"Language Harry. I'm really glad you like it. We searched and searched." Harry gave them both hug.

~Hogwarts~

Dumbledore was opening Harry's letter. He read it and laughed to himself. He pulled out a piece of parchment ready to write a letter back but put it back down. "I'll just go there and show him," he said to himself. He got up and put on his cloak before going to McGonagall's office. "Minerva, he's written a reply. Asks for proof, thinks this is some sort of joke." Minerva smiled and collected her cloak as well.

The two Professors walked to Hogsmeade before apparating. They surfaced in the living room of Harry's house with a pop. Harry jumped and turned around (he had been reading a book on the couch). His eyes got very big before he ran off to his parent's room. "Dad! Papa! 2 weird looking people just popped into the living room," he screamed. The two men ran down the stairs expecting nothing to be there.

"See Harry, no one-" Harrison looked up and caught sight of Dumbledore and McGonagall.

"Hello, I'm Professor Albus Dumbledore, I'm replying to young Harry's letter." Harry stared open mouthed.

"You mean that stuff was real?" Tom said slowly.

"Yes indeed, in fact, young Harry is in it deeper then you realize."

"What? Please sit down and explain," Harrison gestured to the sofa.

"Well, I suppose we should begin at the beginning? Okay, you adopted Harry after an alleged car crash that killed his parents correct?" Tom and Harrison nodded slowly. "Well, his parents were a witch and wizard. They went to Hogwarts themselves. Anyway, an evil wizard named Voldemort realized that the two were a lethal combination, much to powerful to let around. Meanwhile the couple had a son, Harry. When they found that Voldemort was after them they went into hiding. It's a bit confusing but it was a spell. We won't go into it any further but the spell failed. Voldemort found them and James tried to fend him off and let Lily and Harry run but Voldemort was too powerful. He was killed and Voldemort cornered Lily in Harry's bedroom and asked Lily to give Harry over. You see, Lily was a lot less powerful without James by her side but Harry was a combination of the two and even more powerful then his parents. She refused and she gave her life for him. After she died Voldemort tried to kill Harry but he couldn't, all Harry was left with was that scar on his head." Dumbledore stopped, a tear slipping down his long nose. "Lord Voldemort was destroyed that night, or at least he was reduced to a spirit of some sort."

"Was there a flash of green light when this Voldemort kills?" Harry asked, noticing McGonagall flinch at the name.

"Yes, how do you know?" Dumbledore asked with interest.

"I-I've had these dreams my whole life. Every night, I've seen this flash of green light and an evil laugh. I had no idea what it was before."

"I see, that's very interesting."

"So, how do we know you didn't just make this up?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Well, I suppose I could do a bit of magic," Dumbledore said, a gleam in his eye.

"Albus, you know you're, we're not supposed to," McGonagall said in a worried tone.

"Have a heart Minerva, just a little summoning charm that's it. Anyway, no one would arrest the famous Albus Dumbledore!"

"You really shouldn't use your fame to do pranks," Minerva mumbled. Harry smiled; he already liked the old man.

The man took a long stick out of his pocket and raised it up. "Accio Viagra!" he said, flicking the long stick. Tom blushed deeply.

"I have a hormonal imbalance!" he exclaimed. Harrison patted him lovingly on the back. Harry shuddered and glared at him. Dumbledore tossed the bottle to Tom with a grin.

"Is that proof enough for you?"

"Yeah, that's really cool. How do I learn to do that?" Harry asked.

"You come to Hogwarts, it's our school. Your name's been in the book since you were conceived."

"How do I get a wand?"

"Well, you get it in Diagon Alley. If you're parents agree we can take you."

"We can't today, Harry's got a Birthday Party," Tom said. "A party that we're going to be fashionably late for a might add. You two are welcome to come." They seemed to have little trouble in believing the two professors.

"We couldn't infringe," Minerva started.

"We'd love to," Dumbledore looked pointedly at her. She glared at him but nodded at Harry. "Here Minerva, let me help you with your cloths, can't go to a Muggle party in a robe," Dumbledore flicked his wand in her direction turning her sweeping black robes into a pair of tight leather pants and a red halter top. She blushed and quickly changed her clothing into a simple skirt and sweater set. Dumbledore had no intention of being low-key though. He appeared in a bright red Hawaiian shirt and a pair of green leather pants.

"Ugh! That's just horrendous!" Harrison exclaimed before he could stop himself. Harry burst out laughing.

"I (laugh) wish (grunt) I (harder laugh) could dress (Bone shattering laugh) like that (rolling on the floor)," Harry said.

"No son of mine would be caught dead in-in that thing," Tom remarked.

"I haven't the slightest idea what you mean! I quite like my sense of style," Dumbledore said trying to keep in his laughter.

"Albus really, you are impossible," Minerva flicked her wand carelessly in his direction and he was in a neat navy blue suit. She had also made his hair and beard short.

"You better hope this isn't permanent! I've been growing this beauty for 50 years," he exclaimed. They all got into the car and sped off to Julian's. Harry stuck close to Dumbledore and McGonagall, quite liking their company. His friends were different then he was. They actually liked cloths and were relatively normal but he-he had always been different.

"And who are these people?" George Pintisotis gushed, coming over to Harry.

"This is Albus Dumbledore, and Minerva McGonagall, they're friends of mine. Professors, this is George Pintisotis, friend of my parents," Harry said. Then the time came in the evening when the cake was brought out. It was an obscenely large, 5-layer cake in green frosting with huge letters spelling out "Happy 11th Birthday Harry on the front of the layers. Harry blew out the candles and everybody cheered. After cake it was presents. He opened then graciously though he didn't really get anything he wanted. He got several pairs of leather pants, a bunch of Ricky Martin style shirts, tons of Barbara Strisand CD's and some other worthless junk that he smiled and thanked people for.

By the end of the afternoon Harry was beet. They left after the last guest (George) left and went home. "That's quite a haul there Harry," Dumbledore remarked.

"Yeah, to bad I don't like Barbara Strisand!" he laughed.

"We have a gift for you as well. I believe Hagrid slipped us one too." Dumbledore reached into a bag he had hidden somewhere. He pulled out a gift wrapped in red wrapping paper with a gold ribbon then one wrapped shabbily in green paper with a black ribbon. Harry ripped the wrapping off the first one. It was some sort of cloak, it was liquidy and an indescribable color.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"It's an invisibility cloak. See?" he covered Harry's body with the cloak. "Look," Harry looked down and gasped, he wasn't there! After recovering from the shock he opened the second gift. It was not so spectacular as the cloak but just a simple Birthday Cake. "Hagrid wasn't sure if you had gotten one." On the cake in loopy green lettering were the words: Happy Birthday Harry! Harry smiled, he felt like he liked Hagrid already.

"So, who is this Hagrid?" Harrison asked from the front seat.

"Rubeus Hagrid is our Keeper of grounds and keys at Hogwarts," Dumbledore answered. "He has quite a soft spot for Harry, knew his parents." Harry didn't notice but Harrison flinched a little.

When they got back to the house they went inside. "Would you like to stay here for the night? I mean it's only 5:00 but. I don't know," Tom stammered.

"I really must be getting back but I don't know about Albus," McGonagal said looking at the aged professor.

"If it's alright I'd like to take Harry to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get his school supplies," Dumbledore said looking at the two men.

"That's fine with us, goodbye Professor," Harrison said shaking McGonagall's hand.

That night Harry slept fitfully. Somehow knowing that a real live wizard was in the next room was a bit unnerving. Giving in he got up. He walked past Dumbledore's room and noticed that the light was on. He stepped into the doorway. He observed that the old man was crying softly. He had a photograph gripped in his hands. It was a picture of a young girl with long brown curls and bright blue eyes. Dumbledore slowly swept his thumb over the girl's face and his shoulders heaved more. He suddenly turned to see Harry.

"I'm sorry to bother you Professor, I'll just go down stairs to get a cup of tea."

"No, stay. I suppose you're wondering who this young lady is?" He patted the desk chair near the bed. Harry sat down. "This was Nadia, my granddaughter. Voldemort killed her along with my son Marvin and his wife Maren. They were a perfect couple. Did you know that even their names fit together? Marvin means "Friend of the sea" and Maren means "Of the sea." It was obvious that the old man was close to tears.

"I'm sorry," Harry tried to sound as comforting as he possibly could. After a while of silence Harry finally asked what had been weighing on his mind for a long time. "Sir, if I may ask, what were my parents like?"

"They were the nicest people I've ever met. James, your father, was very smart, good at Quidditch too. Lily was beautiful inside and out, she was exceptionally smart as well and considerate to everyone. They were so happy when you were born, I remember your father saying that you completed him and your mother just doted on you all the time.." He trailed off. Harry nodded. He had always known that at some point he had had a mother and a father but to know their names and to know someone who knew him was weird.

"I better get back to bed, big day tomorrow." Harry went back to his room and had another dream. It was more vivid then any others he had ever had. He saw an evil looking guy killing the little girl in Dumbledore's picture then murdering two people who were obviously his parents. The next day he woke up in a nervous state. He walked to the kitchen to find Dumbledore sitting with Harrison and Tom at the table eating breakfast.

"Good morning Harry! Sleep well?" Harrison asked brightly. Harry shook his head distractedly. "You'll be going to this Diagon Alley place pretty soon so hurry up with your breakfast," he continued in a slightly less happy voice. Harry nodded and choked down a piece of toast before going back up stairs to change. He pulled on a pair of comfortable jeans and a blue polo. He ran his hands threw his hair and pulled on drove his feet into his flip- flops. He appeared down stairs looking a bit less haggard.

"Good, you're ready. We can go now," Dumbledore looked at Harry. The look was a little frightening, like he was piercing into Harry's very soul. Harry looked away quickly. They once more piled in the car and sped off. They drove around London before Dumbledore told them to stop. He led the group to an unobtrusive pub with a sign reading "The Leaky Cauldron".

"This is it?" Harry asked.

"Yes, it's more then it seams though," the group followed Dumbledore into the pub. A room full of eyes immediately popped up. They all shot up to Harry's forehead and their eyes got very big. Some of them jumped out of their chairs and others just stared at him open mouthed.

A young looking witch shook his hand vigorously saying: "Harry Potter, its such an honor to meet you. I'm Debbie Blake by the way," Harry shook her hand back and smiled. A countless number of people did much the same as Debbie before a trembling wizard with a turban came up to them.

"Harry, I'm Professor Quirell, I teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. Not that you'd need it eh P-P-Potter," he seemed to be afraid of something and avoided Harry's outstretched hand.

They battled their way through the back door to a brick wall. Dumbledore tapped them with his wand and it opened up to reveal a bustling street. They looked around in ahh as they stepped through the arch. "So this is Diagon Alley?"

"Yes, now first to Gringots, we've got to get your money."

"Do we need to exchange some money?" Tom asked quickly grabbing at his billfold.

"No, the Potters left Harry some money in his vault and what use is it just sitting there?" They collected their money after a long trip on a rickety cart.

They first went to Madame Malkins where Harry got his robes. Harrison and Tom just stood there commenting on the style and they way it hit his shoulders. Needless to say, Madame Malkin wasn't the least bit happy on being critiqued. They left and went to Olivander's. "Ah, Mr. Potter, I've been waiting for you," the spooky guy in the shop said coming out of the shadows. He tried out a plethora of wands before getting to the last one in the stack. "This is very interesting, contains the same core as You Know Who," Olivander commented more to himself then anyone else. "A Phoenix tail feather from the same bird," he looked pointedly at Dumbledore. Harry picked it up ready for another earthquake or tornado to happen but instead he felt a warm tingling in his fingertips. He swooshed it up and a burst of light came out. Harrison and Tom clapped.

They next went to bookstore and collected his books. Then to the cauldron and potion shop and finally they stopped at the ice-cream shop. There Harry saw a girl sitting with her parents that looked oddly familiar. He kept staring at her trying to remember where he knew her from. She had bushy brown hair and brown eyes.

"Dad, do you know that girl over there?" he asked Tom. He looked and squinted a little bit in concentration. She looks familiar but I don't remember her name or where we know her from." Eventually the girl and her family left and a huge family of red heads came in. There were 5 red headed children and a mother and father.

"Ah the Weasleys," Dumbledore said softly. They sat a table right beside theirs. Harry pushed his chair out to get another soda and bumped someone. He turned around to see a young girl.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have backed out without looking," Harry said as he bent down to collect the pile of spoons and napkins she was carrying. She helped him and looked up. "Hi, I'm Harry Potter," Harry said when they had righted each other. She blushed all the way to ears.

"I'm Ginny, Ginny Weasley," her eyes didn't flash up to his head as most people had done. A red haired boy came up behind Ginny.

"Hey Gin, who's this?" He looked up at Harry before realization dawned on him. "You're Harry Potter aren't you! You're going to be a first year in September aren't you?"

"Yeah, I came here to get my school supplies."

"I'm Ron Weasley, I guess you've already met my little sister."

"Harry, we have to go now," Tom called. Harry waved at the two Weasleys before following his family. At the Leaky Cauldron Dumbledore bid them farewell.

"I'll be seeing you at Hogwarts in a couple of months," he said before handing Harry a train ticket. "You'll be departing from platform 9 ¾ at 11:00 on September 1st, King's Cross," the old wizard apparated with a jaunty wave. They made their way back to the car and sped off home.

The rest of the summer past quickly. Harrison and Tom had to take Harry off his school list and they busily tied up affairs. Harry basically just lounged around the house the rest of the summer and before he knew it, it was the night before September 1st. He busily packed all his things into his trunk. He looked over at the clock; it was 6:00, almost time for their dinner reservation. He finished by banging the lid down and heading to the living room.

They shared a solemn meal that past slowly. "Do you have all your things packed?" Tom asked over ice cream.

"Yeah, everything's in my trunk except for tomorrow's cloths and a pair of pajamas for tonight."

"Good, we're all set then. Do you have your ticket?"

"It's in my backpack."

"Where in your backpack?"

"The front zipper pouch in my wallet."

"Do you have any money left?"

"Yeah, I've got some normal money and a couple of galleons." They sighed heavily.

"We'll miss you a lot."

"I'll miss you guys too. It'll be weird being there without you guys."

Harry's last thought before he fell asleep that night was of his parents. Not the ones that had birthed him but the ones that had taken care of him his whole life. Were they really his parents? What would it be like being at a place his biological parents had been? He didn't dream that night which was a good thing. And the next morning he was up bright and early (9:00, a record for Harry). Breakfast was ready downstairs and he ate hurriedly. His parents went through a final checklist before they headed for King's Cross. They wondered through the platforms looking for 9 ¾. Luckily he spotted the Weasleys and ran up to them.

"Excuse me," he said to the plump woman who was the mother. "Where's Platform 9 ¾?"

"It's right between 9 and 10. You just head for it and you'll go through it dear, watch Percy go." She kissed a tall boy on the cheek and he ran at the seemingly solid wall. Harry went back to Harrison and Tom. They exchanged hugs and Harry ran at the wall with his trolley.

And that was the beginning of the end...