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Harry was silent. Someone else who knew his parents, what a great thing. She was a very calm woman, her eyes reminded Harry of Sirius', cunning and smart and ever amused.

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They entered a large study with a pair of couches and a table set with tea and cookies. She sat down in one of the chairs around the table and Harry sat in the other.

"So, you were my mother's godmother?" Harry asked.

"Have some tea Harry. But yes, I was. As well am I your Aunt's godmother, to this day. Your grandparents, Lily and Petunia's parents, were very sweet people, I'd worked with their mother for many years and we'd grown up next door to each other. When Lily was accepted to Hogwarts I offered to initiate her to the Wizarding world, take her to Diagon Alley, the train station, all of that. Marvin and Gina were grateful to me, your Aunt was a troublesome child," Quest answered him.

"What about my father?"

"James? Well, his parents went to school when I did, his mother was my best friend and I actually went steady with Jame's father for a year before I told him to date Sandra," Quest answered, she smiled softly. "You should know that your grandparents dearly wanted to see you grow up, they wanted nothing more that to watch their grandson and make you happy. However Sandra and William didn't agree with James marrying Lily, they believed he should marry pureblood, as they had. But, they met her, and her parents and decided to allow the marriage. Even in the midst of the war where those of less than pure blood were being killed. Sandra was careful not to tell any of the women in high society about the marriage, in case the news made it to their husbands who followed the Dark Lord. I'll never forget it, only a year or so into the marriage, Lily's parents died, Gina and Marvin were killed by Death Eaters, on the eve of their anniversary," Quest drew a ragged breath and continued.

"Then Sandra and William disappeared, simply vanished, we put in countless hours trying to find them, we searched every estate the family held, every Wizarding community in Britain and Germany was on the look out for the Potters. They were never found, possibly they are still alive, but I do not know. You should also know something about your mother, Lily. She was involved with a young man, before she even liked your father, he was a very sweet boy and even I condoned the relationship, I thought he would be good for her. Everyone did, but, he wasn't. He had only been dating her to show he could, a wretched thing really. The whole ordeal made it even harder for her to like your father, he and this other boy were rather alike in personality, in some ways.

"They were both loud, stubborn, quick to anger, and proud, they were both very clever as well. But, I need you to know that this other man has a wife and a son now, his son is not to be held responsible for his father's actions. Okay?"

Harry nodded.

"Your mother, at one point, dated Lucius Malfoy," Harry went dead inside, his mother and Lucius Malfoy? The father of Draco Malfoy, the evil Death Eater who'd try to kill him, that bastard? And Lily?

"My-my mother, d-dated Malfoy? No, eww, no, no, she, no, eww. How could she even, no," Harry shook his head.

"Harry, it's true, come here a moment. It used to be that Hogwarts gave out Memory Books, each year, here's the one from the year that Lily dated Lucius," Quest walked to a book shelf and pulled down the fifth in a series of seven. She flipped it open to a page and held it out to him.

The Christmas Ball of his parents fifth year. There stood Lucius Malfoy, looking rather like Draco did now, and on his arm was a giggling red-haired Lily Evans. They were talking and smiling and looking at each other happily. The caption read "Lily Evans (77) and Lucius Malfoy (75) pose for a picture at the 1975 Christmas Ball". Harry gaped at it. He'd never seen his mother with any other man than James. On the same page was a picture of Narcissa Malfoy, who was the same year as his parents. Her hair was curled in ringlets and she was waving and blowing kisses on the arm of a curly haired young man Harry didn't know. The caption said his name was Robert Cole.

He flipped the page and saw the Christmas Feast, his father and Sirius and Remus were standing at the door arm in arm in arm and laughing at some secret joke. There was also a picture of Narcissa and Lily exchanging gifts with Lucius Malfoy lying on a couch behind Lily. Another picture of Dumbledore dancing with McGonaggle at the Ball and Flitwick being spun around by a woman. He watched the pictures move in bliss, without knowing about the world around them or the people watching.

"Would you like the books, to look at for a few months. There'd be no rush to return them," Quest could see in his eyes how desperate he was to see his parents when they were his age.

"Thanks," Harry closed the book and slid it into his bag, she handed him the others and he took them and left, bidding good-bye and nearly running back to his room.

Harry sat down on his bed and opened the first one. There was a list of first years and their pictures. He saw Sirius, Remus, Peter, James, Lily, Narcissa and Snape, he saw Frank Longbottom and his future wife Alice, he saw the Patil twins father, and he saw Robert Cole and Amelia Tains. There were similar lists of all the other years. When he hit third year he immediately saw Lucius Malfoy smirking up at him from his little 1'x1' picture on the glossy page. He continued through them, he found Molly and Arthur as second years, he found Bellatrix and Rodolphus as third years as well as Rodolphus' younger brother in his parents' year.

The Opening Feast, there were pictures of some of the students under the Sorting Hat, sitting, dwarfed by the hat. There were pictures of the Quidditch teams, each one made up of seven players in brightly colored robes with their brooms in hand. Each team a perfect set. Harry noticed Lucius Malfoy standing in glittering green with the Slytherin Team, he was a Chaser. He flipped through the rest of the Memory Book, he saw pictures of Hufflepuff students standing around laughing in between classes with a few red clad Gryffindors.

He noticed a section about clubs. Heritage Club. Language Club. Study Group. Loads of other things, with pictures of all the members and their names printed below. He saw his father, Sirius and Remus were in Quidditch Club and a study help group for First Years led by Lily. They shared the group with the young, unmarried Narcissa Malfoy.

"What are you looking at Harry?" Ron came in, he sat down next to his friend and lent in to see. It was on the page with a picture of Ron's mother in Cooking Club and his father in Muggle Studies Club. "Wow, where'd you get these?" Ron asked, running his fingers over the pages.

"Quest lent them to me, so I could see my parents," Harry answered, shifting the book so Ron could look more easily.

"Professor Quest? Is she cool?" Ron asked, glancing up at his friend.

"Yes, I suppose, she and I haven't really talked," Harry answered.

"Oh, do you have any others? I can help you look for pictures," Ron said, trying to be helpful.

"Yeah, here," Harry pulled out some of the others and gave them over to Ron.

Harry picked up the Memory book from 1975 and opened it up, the graduation picture held rows of students beaming at him. There was a Year photo, and then a separate photo for each house. He saw Lucius Malfoy standing in expensive green and silver robes with a cocky look on his face. Next to him stood a gorgeous young man with rugged looks and black eyes gleaming brightly underneath a sheen of thick curly hair. The caption named him Dante Delecuor. Nearby stood a girl who was obviously mostly Veela, she must have been Fluer's mother, as she was shooting eyes at Dante and he was smirking back at her. Lucius had a devilish look on his face and was preening whenever he could.

Just the way Harry had imagined Lucius Malfoy would always be as a youth. He stopped as there was a knock on the door to their dorms and it opened. There was Blaise Zabini, who's father was standing in the picture with Draco's.

"What the hell are you doing in here Slytherin?" Ron jumped up and glared hard at the brown-haired boy.

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