Harry Potter Boy who Lives

H P Boy who Lives 7th year

Chapter 19

Missing Heir

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Loved ones thought lost return

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Pendragon Wing- Common Room

When the two of them decided to come out and join the family it was going on noon. That for the most part was nowhere to be found. They were off running to do some last minute Christmas shopping or had left for Godric's Hollow to help Wills set up for the wedding that night.

"Let's go to London. I wanna spoil you with more presents." Harry growled into her ear, as she fixed herself a plate of breakfast.

"Well, we haven't gone shopping together yet and between us we can handle the crowds of last minute shoppers. Where did you tell the Romanov's to be today? I mean, that is if they decided to come." Hermione, beyond blissfully happy, fed him a piece of bacon.

"They're going to be in Godric's Hollow at eight this evening for the wedding in that little chapel overlooking the lake." He was also on a natural high.

"When are we supposed to be at Sanctuary today?" Hermione asked, as they fed each other breakfast.

"Let's think about it for a minute. If we were muggles, I would say around one or two, because it takes forever to prepare. Since we aren't muggles, we have, oh, I'd say until five. Six if we wish to give Wills a nervous breakdown." Harry kissed her mindless, as soon as she set the empty plate down onto the table.

"Oh no, Harry James, you wished to go shopping. So shopping it will be." Hermione wriggled out of his arms.

Harry did exactly, as she had last night. He changed from sweats to something more suitable like flannel lined designer jeans, a heavy sweater, boots, a shearling lined suede jacket, and a Santa hat. "Well if you insist." He grinned.

Hermione decided on something similar to his outfit, only her jacket was hooded and her boots matched perfectly. "Did you get that letter out of Ron's trunk?"

Harry held out his hand, thought of what he wished, and it appeared. "Yeah, all set." The letter caught fire by the flame of turquoise and gold that he had called up in his hand. "Shall we go?" He offered her his now fire free gloved hand.

Hermione had other ideas. She jumped into his arms and kissed him. "Yes lets." They vanished.

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London

The two of them were enjoying their shopping spree. They visited Franc and so much more. That was until they mistakenly lost their bearings, because they were too busy kissing, and appeared in front of one of the Royal guard posts in front of Buckingham palace. Thankfully, there were no tourists or if there were, no one had noticed their sudden appearance. Unfortunately, the guard had. The poor bloke had broken his strict conditioning, to gape goggle-eyed at the two of them.

"Bugger! This is so not where I wanted to appear. I was shooting for Diagon Alley. I lost my train of thought, when you goosed me a few moments back." Harry glanced around them and saw the guard had seen them appear. "You didn't see anything and the two of us were never here." He used a spell to alter the guard's mind.

"I've always wanted to do that." He winked at Hermione.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "That was really juvenile of you. I think that you've been watching too many classic DVD's. You may as well finish what you started and survey the rest of the area for knowing eyes."

"You have to admit that certain abilities of ours do resemble a certain movie series." He scanned the rest of the area, but everyone was too busy thinking about Christmas, to even bother noticing anything like them appearing out of thin air.

"Hurry up there's a car heading for the main gates." Hermione hissed at him. She didn't wish to join her family's annual Christmas Eve party.

"It's all clear, wife, only the guard saw us and I altered his memory, so no harm no foul... Frickin hell! It's Uncle Andrew and family." The car pulled up beside the two of them.

A tinted window rolled down and Andrew smiled at the two of them. "Out last minute shopping or are we trying to avoid Wills before your wedding tonight?"

"I'm last minute shopping with Harry. You see he just got back and we haven't had a chance to shop together yet." She glanced down at her watch, it was going on three. "Look at the time; we really should be getting home."

"Oh, I think that you two have time to stop in at the party. Now get in the car." Andrew growled. "If Wills and Henry are going to ditch it, then it's the least the two of you can do for mother."

"Right, we're getting in the car now." Harry and Hermione reluctantly got into the car and attended the annual Christmas Party.

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Godric's Hollow-

Harry and Hermione's Sanctuary

The Main Common room

Wills checked his watch for the tenth time. It was going on five and neither of them was there yet. "Their stuff is here, but no bride or groom!"

"They'll be here, William. They have plenty of time before the wedding." Rory was reading book six, on the sunken couch that had been designed to Harry's specifications.

"You know very well that it would be just like them to leave me hanging till the last minute." Wills sat down next to her. "I'm jealous of that book. You've been reading it for hours."

"That's because you've been busy on the computer, on the phone, and a hundred other things. So, Dream, when were you going to tell me about joining Her Majesties Royal Army?" Rory shot him a nasty look.

"It comes with being the heir to the throne. They wanted me to be a Marine like Grandfather was, but that would keep me away from you longer than I could stand. So I chose the Army, 44 weeks at Sandhurst. They won't ship me off to the Middle East. I'm the next king, so they can't risk that. It's just something that I have to do. It's part of becoming King." He had been dreading this conversation. "In total we're looking at nearly a year at Sandhurst and a year in each branch of the military, after I graduate from the University. Which will happen ahead of schedule, thanks to that laptop, the internet, and something called correspondence. My joining the Army is the main reason I haven't pushed for an official announcement about our engagement yet. I'll be free in four years. I just don't want you to be in the spotlight, until I can be there with you every step of the way."

Rory reacted in the opposite way than he was expecting. She was grinning at him. "That's good to hear. It's going to take Dromi and me, about that time, to catch up on our magic. If we wish to be Healers like Mum or in my case an Auror like Gramps, Daddy, and baby brother. I haven't decided if I wish to do that or be a Healer. Now I can. It makes things much easier, since the two of you will be occupied with becoming officers, in her Majesties Royal forces. Dromi already had this conversation weeks ago with Henry. Are you really so certain the two of you being in the same branch of the military is a good thing?"

Wills narrowed his eyes at her. He didn't like her statement or that she might wish to take on Harry's line of work. Becoming a Healer was within reason, but an Auror no way, not going to happen, that was out of the question. "Put the book out of harms way. You and I are going to have a row." He went regal in tone with her.

With a flick of her wrist, the book went floating over to the safety of a nearby bookshelf. She then focused just as regally at William. "You and Henry constantly compete with each other. It's perfectly sound of me to point out that little factor to you. I've no wish to see that perfect bod of yours broken or marred, because of some stupid urge to be better than your little brother. Will being in the Army hinder your wish to be a pilot like your father?"

Wills hated when she, as he liked to call it, picked his brain. "Katherine, that may have been at one time, but the two of us aren't at odds with each other like we used to be. It is not like Eton. The military is serious business. I would like to believe that we would rally above any rivalry, even if we had one, which we do not! Granny wished for me to choose a branch and I did! So what's done is done! There are Army pilots, as well as Navy, Air Core, or Marine!"

"Don't get all bristly on me your royal high horse! I'm merely pointing out the facts, as I see them! Regardless of what anyone thinks it's your choice in the end. The only reason I pick your brain, as you so crudely thought it, is because you are like an open book to me! More so when you get all narky and ratty like this!" Rory glanced at the fireplace and golden fuchsia flames roared to life in it. "Show me only what I'm meant to see, as I will so mote it be!"

Images appeared in the flames.

Harry and Hermione were chasing around three little girls. While Wills and Henry dressed in Army officer uniforms were kissing her and her sister hello.

The image changed once more...

The four of them were standing in front of the alter of the same chapel, that Harry and Hermione would be married in tonight. While their family stood in attendance. Hermione appeared to be very pregnant. There were five little girls throwing rose petals at five boys of the same age, but no one seemed to mind.

"Is that enough for you? You see First-Gramps and Grams taught me this. I can show you more if you wish."

The fire mesmerized him, but then he realized that this was her way of sidetracking him from the whole career choice situation. "You aren't becoming an Auror. The Healer choice is something that I'm all for, but Dark Wizard Hunting not going to happen." He locked eyes with her. "Showing me our future in the pretty flame is not going to change my mind."

What he doesn't know won't hurt him. She thought because she was well on her way to already becoming an Auror. "All of that training is tedious and a waste of time, besides Daddy would have a fit as would Mum. Is that what you wished to row about? My becoming an Auror…" She giggled her eyes dancing with mischief. "I was only saying it to gauge your reaction."

The fire changed again...

Children were playing on the lawns of Highgrove. She and Wills were watching from under the shade of a tree, while a little pink wrapped bundle nursed at her breast. Wills fed another bundle wrapped in blue his bottle. Three identical little girls lay on their stomachs mesmerized by the babies, while their cousins and siblings chased a snitch around the yard.

"Would you look at that? It's like viewing an old movie reel with no sound." Wills had Rory cuddled in his arms. "We have one of each to look forward to, my fire."

Rory smiled up at him. "I love home movies don't you?"

Henry and Dromi came into view. He looked stressed, but she looked serene and very pregnant.

The fire had played its last glimpse into their future and returned to normal, thus ending the show.

"I love you, Katherine Aurora. You are my heart mate…My other half." Wills kissed her until her toes curled. "Sent form the heavens just for me."

"I love you, William. You complete me, as I do you." Rory wrapped her arms around him.

They sank into the deep cushions to snog for a while.

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Harry and Hermione had caught the last visions in the fire and smiled at each other.

"Told ya the sunken couch area was a brilliant idea, it makes the perfect snogging spot." He kissed her nose.

Since arriving just a while ago, they had found Draco and Ginny snogging in the study. Daniel, Emma, Rupert, and Tom were all in the media room watching a movie. Ron and Luna were snogging in the library. His parents were enjoying their wing. Sirius, Jenna, Remus, and Gene also loved the feel of the guest wing. Henry and Dromi were snogging in the family room. Both sets of his grandparents were in the Solarium having tea and chatting with Diana. Sanctuary was a success there was after all ample room for the entire family.

"I thought he would be frantic about our whereabouts by now." Hermione longed for a hot soak in the tub or a nap, but that wasn't to be.

The pups exploring out front, were barking hello at someone.

"Go soak, angel. It's only Logan, Athena, Uncle Max, and Aunt Harley." Harry kissed her softly.

"They're here now? I look terrible after the day we've had. Shopping was nothing to spending three hours with Aunt Elizabeth, Uncle Andrew, Aunt Sarah, their girls, and too many cousins to count. I mean we barely got out of there with our lives." Hermione cast a glamour on herself, then magically changed into a sweater, and some leggings. She didn't even pause in her snarling at Harry. "Now at least I look presentable."

Harry had also changed to jeans and a sweater. "You looked beautiful before, but this is more comfortable than those heavy winter clothes." He agreed.

"We got behind, because of the party. It didn't help matters that Franc insisted on designing your fancy dress costume. The big bad wolf is a brilliant idea and suits you to a T. He'd already finished with everyone else's. Yours was on hold, because he needed your new measurements." Hermione listened as the Romanov's greeted the pups.

"Hey Prince, open up before these man-eaters lick us to death!" Logan shouted from the front portico.

"Oh, your right, he sounds so civilized..." Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry.

"He's really not that bad. You promised that you were going to give him a chance." Harry growled into her ear, before opening the front doors. "Welcome to Sanctuary and England. Rad! Lady! Go warm up by the fire." He smiled at Max, Harley, Logan, and Thea. "Hermione, this is Max, Harley, and Logan Romanov and Logan's fiancée Thea Sparkus. Everyone, this is my better half Hermione Anne."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet all of you." Hermione smiled at them.

"You were right she's pure perfection. No wonder you couldn't stop talking about her on the mission. I mean those hundred or so snaps really don't compare to meeting her in person." Logan had the look of a Musketeer. He had striking blue eyes; sun kissed bronzed skin, a perfectly kept beard, and jet-black hair that fell to just bellow his shoulders.

Hermione wasn't the least bit impressed by his charisma, charm, looks, or killer smile. "Did you look at the snaps before or after you nearly got him killed on that mountain?"

"Angel, it's a miracle. We've finally found someone immune to his charm." Max chuckled. He was devastatingly handsome with jet-black hair and striking blue eyes. He didn't look a day over 30.

He reminded Hermione of someone that she had seen in a book she'd read, but who was it? The other thing was there were no true Romanov's left. She'd researched that not long after Harry had mentioned their last name, so this had to be an alias of some kind. That meant that he or his family had chosen a name that even Voldemort would not think of hunting.

"This one only has eyes for her prince and is very protective of what's hers." Harley was an exotic, violet eyed, raven haired and golden-skinned beauty who didn't look a year over 25. She seemed very impressed with Hermione.

"Logan wages on anything. It's just a quirk of his." Thea was a chestnut haired, blue-eyed, European beauty who couldn't wait to see her put Logan in his place.

"Is that so, well then I know that he wasn't betting on my doing this." Hermione narrowed her eyes at him and in an instant; Logan was dressed like a wench complete with make-up, corset, stockings, and heels. "My husband's life is not nor ever will be put in a wager again or this is just a drop in the cauldron, as to what I will do to you!" Hermione stalked up the stairs. She no longer had any interest about being a gracious hostess.

Harry, Max, Harley, and Thea were beside themselves with laughter.

Logan walked over to look in the mirror, on one of the entryway walls, and burst out laughing. "She sure knows how to put a guy in his place."

Harry was capturing the moment with a Muggle digital recorder and a Wizarding camera. "Gods, she got you good my friend! I've never seen her do this before. She usually turns you into a donkey or a Flobberworm." Harry could barely stop laughing.

"Logan, next time use less rouge and lipstick!" Thea was laughing, so hard that she had tears in her eyes.

"Honey, that is so not your color," Harley teased.

"Yes and shaving your legs is a must when wearing stockings!" Thea hooted with laughter.

"Max, I didn't know that your son was into that sort of thing." James and Lily stood in the archway leading off to another part of the estate.

"It must be the veela blood that he gets from Harley." Lily giggled.

"Hermione put him in that for wagering with my life." Harry frowned when the spell wouldn't reverse. "You're lucky that's the only wager that I mentioned or it would have been worse."

"Worse!? How could it be worse than...?" He was now a donkey wearing a wench's costume.

"I would say that's worse. Is Hermione in a mood?" Rory and Wills stood in the archway that led to the Common room.

"We spent several hours with your Grams, father, the list goes on. Aunt Sarah and the girls send their love by the way. We finally managed to finish off her list, but Franc tracked us down again. He forced me to look at his latest brainstorm, not to mention took my new measurements for my fancy dress costume. That man may be like family, but he needs to keep his hands to himself. So, yeah, she's in a mood." Harry headed up the stairs.

"Oh bugger. I forgot about the summons to the annual party!" Wills raked his hand across his face. "I'm William Windsor by the way. I don't mean to be rude, but I have a call to make or it will be my head." He headed up the stairs.

"Hi I'm Katherine Aurora Pendragon that was my fiancée. It's a pleasure to meet you." Rory smiled.

"Excuse me for a moment." James saw what was on her left hand ring finger and felt like crying. "Rory, is that an engagement ring? Did he break the bank with a Paraiba Tourmaline one of the rarest exotic gemstones in the world?"

Rory held out her left hand to show off her ring, an Asprey & Garrard original. That consisted of a 5-carat princess cut Paraiba Tourmaline for the center stone, accented by flawless pink diamonds and Alexandrite, on a platinum band. Where even more Alexandrite and pink diamonds were channel set eternity style along the sides of the band.

"Isn't it gorgeous? He gave it to me this morning. Oh Daddy, don't panic. Because Wills has to serve four years in Her Majesties Royal Forces it's going to be a long engagement. You see, he doesn't wish for me to go through what Aunt Sarah did with Uncle Andrew. So, that leaves four years to focus on what to do magic wise. I passed my N.E.W.T'S, when Harry did in November, with O's across-the-board as did Dromi. Only she wants to be a Healer and I want to take on a challenge like say being an Auror, which I know I can do, because I took the trials with baby brother. I passed those as well. Henry gave Dromi a ring; only he chose a Pink Diamond for the centerpiece and Tanzanite and Alexandrite for the accent stones." Rory glanced up the stairs. "The Auror thing is hush, hush. Wills is paranoid that I'll break a nail or something. He wants me to be a Healer. So, I kind of told him a tiny white lie."

"Don't worry Rory we won't tell him." Harley and Max smiled.

"Your secret is safe, but by February you'll have earned your Auror badge. At least that's what Dad and Master Chen thinks anyway." James winked at her.

"Follow your own heart, honey. If that's what you wish to do, then of course I will keep your secret." Lily smiled.

"Congratulations the ring is breathtaking." Harley admired the ring on Rory's finger. "I'm Angelique Harley Danielle Quinn Romanov, this is my husband Maxwell Albus Brian Alexander Romanov, the jackass is our oldest Logan Albus Percival Brian Quinn-Romanov, and this is Athena Sparkus his fiancée."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Rory. I go by my middle name as well. My full name is Valentina Athena Diana Sparkus." Thea grinned.

"Rory is my nickname. Which Wills barely tolerates. He prefers Katherine, Kat, Kate, Kathy, or Aurora." Rory led them into the other room. "There's ample room in the Common Room to sit and get acquainted, while Daddy goes to get us some Tea and Biscuits."

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"I'll give you a hand, James." Max was amused that Logan had yet to sort himself out. "The boy's just brooding. He's excellent in transfiguration. He can become anything he puts his mind to. It's his greatest asset as an Auror. He's excellent in Potions, Charms, DADA, and Herbology as well. He takes after father. Being back home is odd after all these years of being away."

"How does it feel to be back in England again?" James knew that Max needed to talk. James also knew the secret that Max had lived all his life, because his Uncle had confided in him one night, while under the influence of some ale at the Hogshead.

"I may have been born here, but this was never my home. I was sent off at age eleven for my own safety and never came back." Max frowned. "Aunt Andorra raised me. I attended Beauxbaton not Hogwarts. It wasn't until Aunt Andromeda and Uncle Galen died during my first year, on a visit to my Aunt, by the hands of the Tom Riddle that I realized that someone had it in for the family. My name legally changed as did Aunt Andorra's. Dad put all of us under one of his forget spells." Max raked a hand through his hair. "I should feel gypped about everything. Because it took seeing Harry, to bring my memory about everything back, of whom I truly am, and who my parents are. The thing is. I know that it was done for my own good and I'm old enough to know that. Besides, how can one be pissed off at someone as great as my father?"

"Yeah, it is kind of hard to be pissed off at Uncle Albus and Aunt Minerva. They gave up their only son to insure that you would never face the fate of being slain by Voldemort." James nodded. "He even went as far as to give up Aunt Minerva for sixteen years to insure that Harry would be safe from him."

"We'll drop this for now. I'll deal with it when I see them tonight." Max heard someone coming down the stairs.

Harry came back down with Hermione in his arms. "Please change him back. It's bad manners to transfigure a guest twice, because you're toasted at him about something over and done with. Logan never did anything to you, so enough with the harsh treatment."

Hermione scowled at Harry then glanced at Logan. "Oh, very well, there he's back to normal. Happy now?" She growled.

"Yes, my angel, now you may go back to fixing your tub." Harry kissed her before she vanished in his arms. "Sorry about that, Logan. She's just on edge today. She's really quite sweet tempered most of the time." He looked down at his friend now minus a beard and she had given him a proper trim.

"That's edgy? I'd hate to see her downright furious." Logan eyed his reflection. "Mon Dieu!! She Queer-eyed my Sirius Black look!? I'm ruined! I look like a pretty boy now!" He raked his fingers through his now perfectly cut hair.

"Oh yeah, that American show on the Telly. Yeah, she sure did. She likes to watch the Telly lately. Uncle Albus tweaked our wing, so we have all the Muggle comforts of home." Harry grinned.

"Son, your Aunt will be over the moon when she sees you, even your sisters will acknowledge your existence." Max grinned. "Alexandra and Bianca are in their seventh and first years and aren't happy with Harry for causing Beauxbaton's sudden closing. That's why they stayed with my Aunt at our Chateau in Nice."

"I'm sure the two of them would be welcome here at Hogwarts. As it's the most prestigious Wizarding school of our world. Uncle Albus and Aunt Minerva would welcome the two of them with open arms." James chose his words carefully.

"We're planning on giving the Wizarding capital of the world's Auror headquarters a new location. I was just there and it's beyond pathetic." Max followed him into the kitchens. "I know the girls would fit in at Hogwarts. I trust your judgment, but I will ask them myself, when I see them tonight."

"Dad, I wouldn't go in there if I were you. They bit my head off for sneaking a taste of frosting a while ago." Harry and Logan followed them into the Kitchen. It would be his domain eventually, but Winky, Mattie, Dobby, and even Kreacher were currently inside cooking up a storm.

"Here's your tray of tea and biscuits! Now out with the lot of...Maxwell is that you?" She nearly burst into tears when she saw Max. "It's been an eternity since I saw you last!"

"Hello Aunt Mattie, longtime no see." Max smiled at her and then gave her a hug. "I see some things never change."

"Welcome home, lad. It's a longtime coming!" Mattie blew her nose with a tissue. "The dark times are over. It's time for the family to be whole again."

"Well, one thing at a time Aunt Mattie. It's nice to know that you remember, but it might take time for Stephen and he's going to go mental. I take it he's here in the house somewhere." Max frowned.

"Dad's in the Solarium with Mum and Lily's parents." James nodded.

"Are you saying that the Romanov's are family too?" Harry frowned at the two of them.

"Yeah, are we like cousins or something and what was that about me being like my grandfather? I thought that Aunt Dora was your only family." Logan frowned.

:Harry! I know why Max looked so familiar to me. He looks just like Uncle Albus did at 39, in one of the albums I was leafing through with him in December. I know that he isn't a Romanov, because they were all killed. So, that means that his name is an alias. Uncle Albus and Aunt Minerva were only able to have only one son Alexander Brian Albus Maxwell that she had late in life by muggle standards, but not by our worlds, the same year that your parents were born. Only, he was sent away to live with Uncle Albus' sister Andorra, in Europe, as soon as he turned eleven. He died soon after, with your Grandfather Stephen's parents. Andromeda Aurora Marie Lorelei, Uncle Albus' youngest sister and Galen Godric Arthur Merlin Pendragon, who were visiting her twin sister Andorra and their nephew Alex. They died at the hands of Tom Riddle.: Hermione growled in his head.

:So, Max is Uncle Albus and Aunt Minerva's son... unreal. Thanks for the insight, angel, enjoy your bath.: Harry stared at Max. "He used the same spell that he used on all of us to protect me to protect you as well. This is amazing. You're Alexander Brian Albus Maxwell Dumbledore the only son of Uncle Albus and Aunt Minerva. You supposedly died in France with my Great Grandparents at the hands of Tom Riddle when you were eleven."

"I'm impressed that you figured that all out by yourself." Max arched a brow at him.

"Not me, Hermione. She never forgets anything that she reads or sees and you look like Uncle Albus did when he was your age. She figured it out all by herself. You see the two of us are soul bonded and she just told me using our link." Harry glanced longingly up at the ceiling ignoring the knowing look that Logan was shooting him. "Welcome to the family cousin. You have the most amazing grandfather and grandmother that you could ever ask for."

"Yeah, looks like it's my turn for having a family reunion. So, Uncle James, does Prince here owe me a thousand galleons or do I owe it to him?" Logan saw the way that Harry kept looking up at the ceiling and grinned.

"Son, you so have a death wish! Don't you want to meet your Grandparents?" Max knocked him upside the head with the heel of his hand.

James shook his head at Logan. "Actually, he kept his promise. So, no, he doesn't need to pay up on a bet that he should never have agreed to in the first place."

"No way! Not possible! Even after he gave her those presents? Unreal! You must have an iron will like Gibraltar." Logan stared openmouthed at him.

"No, not really... I faced her wrath and then crashed until noon on Sunday in my room." Harry rolled his eyes at him.

"My nephew would never break a promise. It's not in him to do so." Mattie growled. She was moody about her two chicks officially being out of the nest.

"Let me guess. You're Gramps big sister or something right?" Harry was used to having family suddenly come clean with their identities.

"I'm ten years older than Stephen and chose to watch over you under the guise of being a nanny." Mattie sniffled. "Now off with the lot of you! I have things to do!" She shooed them out of the kitchen.

"Aunt Mattie's in a mood, because two of her charges are leaving the nest. I told her that she can help Lil's with our twins in the spring, but she's very emotional about Harry and Hermione marrying tonight." James explained to Max.

Stephen walked up behind Max. "You do know that remaining in hiding is the cowards way out don't you. I should know. Been there done that. Although, in your case I would think that you're pissed off at Uncle. Let's see for abandoning you for your own good, faking your death, and then using his signature Alieno Omnis spell to make you think that you were someone else entirely. Then again, he used it on me as well, which means that I owe you a small fortune by now in galleons. I taught myself the counterspell to it, before he pulled the same crap with us about Harry." He growled.

"Unlike you, big brother, I'm mature enough in my age, so to me it's water under the bridge." Max turned to glare at him. "You're what pushing seventy now? So, I can understand that you're getting senile in your old age."

"Touché, little brother. Although, the pushing seventy and senile zinger was bellow the belt. I don't look a day over forty." Stephen hugged him. "Look at James. He's twenty-two going on forty and in his case he acts like it."

"It did kind of throw me off. Since the two of them look exactly as they did before it happened." Max agreed. "So, now that he's a full on parent again he seems to be all business and nothing like the Marauder he once was."

"He has to be responsible or Mum will flay him alive, but trust me there's still Marauder in him. I think that getting back Rory and Dromi was the final factor in his must be mature attitude. That and trouble follows me everywhere. Now Uncle Sirius on the other hand, is just beginning to get into the whole idea of being a mature responsible adult. Especially, now that he and Aunt Jenna are expecting twins...no sorry a little girl… I don't know why I said twins. I must need more sleep." Harry shook his head and grinned.

:Well, next time focus on sleeping and less on...what am I saying that's part of being a newlywed. Oh Gods! I am broken now!: James pouted.

:Uh, Dad, I've been busy with Michael all week. I haven't fully recharged and by the way who needs sleep anyway.: Harry wiggled his brows at his father.

James ignored his comment. "Twins, huh. Jenna is carrying as big as Lily and Dromi did hide her sister, when Lily was carrying the girls. So anything is possible. Let's just not tell Sirius."

"Prince, one thousand galleons the toymaker was right about that extra teddy bear. Liam wasn't it." Logan grinned.

"You're on, Quinn. Besides, this is a harmless bet and she can't kill either of us." Harry shook hands with Logan.

"Your kid is corrupting mine." James growled.

"Like fathers like sons, if you ask me." Stephen countered. "I'm Stephen Pendragon by the way."

"Uh, yeah, I know you're a legend. So, you and my dad were what, like brothers at one time?" Logan stared at his idol that was now related to him.

"Something like that. Just call me Uncle Stephen. They all do. Besides, I hate the title unless I use it to my advantage." Stephen grinned.

"Yeah, it does have its perks doesn't it Gramps. I'll leave you three to chat. I'm gonna give Logan a tour of the estate." The two of them left.

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Chapter 20

Christmas Eve

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I do not claim any of JKR's characters only that I love being able to create my own kind of mischief with her beloved characters. I do not claim any other things that are owned by other companies that I may mention once and a while in the stories...Although the original characters and ideas are mine and I loved creating them. So please review if you wish but try not to flame me too badly.

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