'Mr. Dumbledore, sir, Mr. Potter.Follow me, please.The Department of Inheritance is right this way.' a man with a yellow golf cap said, while pointing at a door camouflaged to look like a wall.

As the man with the cap touched his hand on the wall and muttered something under his breath, a brught white light shone through a square opening.

'Now, if you'll excuse me Mr. Dumbledore, Mr. Potter, I have to get going.' The man said 'I trust you know what to do, Professor?

'But of course, Damien.' Dumbledore replied 'I wouldn't be considered the strongest wizard in the world if I couldn't perform a simple Inheritance Ritual, now would I?'

Then, it suddenly struck Harry...But of course!They were very much alike...

'Damien?' he asked 'Damien Mcgonagal?'

'The same.' he replied 'I suspect you might know my aunt, Minerva.'

'Might!' Harry asked 'She's been teaching me for 5 years, for crying out loud!'

'Alright!I'll be leaving now.'

'Okay, Harry, cut your hand on that needle.' Dumbledore said "It won't hurt.'

Harry could have sworn he heard a "much" at the end of the Professor's words, but he shrugged it off.

Harry did as he was told and felt a slight sting on his arm as he cut it, but it wasn't enough to make him feel anything but a slight numbness.

'Now, touch your open wound on this' he said as he took out a white parchment,

Harry followed the old man's words and he put his cut on the parchment.The small drop of blood stayed there until it was evaporated and suprisingly left no stain upon the parchment.

Suddenly, blood-red words started appearing ."Potter".

Nothing happened for a few seconds until the word "Black" showed up as well.

A minute had passed until another word came up."Emrys".

After a three minutes's time another word was written on the parchment.

"Dumbledore".Suprise was evident on the Headmaster's face after that.

"Mcgonagal".

"Gryffindor".

"Ravenclaw".

"Slytherin".

"Agrippas".

"Circe".

"Warwick X. Ugonus".That left Dumbledore with an open mouth ,(even wider than Ron's when he's eating) something that rarely, if ever occured.

'Harry,' the Headmaster inquired 'Do you know what this means?'

'I know.' Harry replied 'How can I be related to you?I mean...You would know if I was your grandson or something, wouldn't you?

'I understand now, why I could and still can see my young self within you' Dumbledore said 'Harry, I must tell you something which, I think, is the cause of this.'

'When I was at Hogwarts, I had a crush on a girl.A certain Pandorra Mcgonagal.Yes, Harry, I know.However, Minerva is not my daughter, but my niece.When I finished Hogwarts,we married.We had a daughter, Ourania.A few weeks after her birth, there rose a new Dark Lord, Grindelwald.I was a primary target, due to my power.One night, when I was at Hogwarts, I felt the wards that I myself had set around the house being breached.I got out of Hogwarts's Grounds and apparated to my, sadly, burnt down house.I stepped in.I found Pandorra lying on the ground with expressionless eyes.I sought out to find Ourania.I couldn't find her.At that moment, I took an oath.I promised that there will be a tomorrow for Grindelwald, if I had a say in it.I trained hard and when I met him again, I killed him.I avenged the death of my wife and the death, as it seemed then, of my daughter.

I daresay that I was wrong in believing that my Ourania was... dead.She was found by a Muggle.He raised her.She never came to Hogwarts because she was a Squib.However, magic can skip a generation or two.She then married a Muggle by the name of Evans and they had a daughter.'

'Lily Evans'.