That night Peter lay on his bed reading a physics book, under the glare of his bedside lamp, he squinted his eyes slightly as the words began to become a blur, he began to yawn as he looked at the alarm clock and saw it was almost ten pm.

After trying to call MJ, he got her answering machine and eventually gave up. As he got up and went to the window to close it he looked up into the night sky. All of a sudden he heard a slight vibration from the bedside table and realised it was his cell phone that Harry had bought him for Christmas the year before, to keep in contact with Aunt May. He picked it up and read the display and saw it was May trying to call him. He pressed the button and smiled as he heard her voice full of excitement.

"Peter, I have wonderful news!" she exclaimed.

Peter began to laugh, "Is everything okay Aunt May? You never usually call this late, so it must be exciting news" he said.

"I know it's late dear, but I have someone here for you to meet"

"Who?" he said wonderingly

"How soon will it take you to be here dear?" she said

"Not long, I'll take my scooter, see you then" he said disconnecting the call and then grabbed his jacket, helmet and keys, opened the window and web slung himself down to the bottom of his building to his scooter.

Half an hour later, Peter pulled up into the driveway and saw the living room light still on. He took out his key and opened the door, making his way inside. As he took off his coat and hung it on the coat hook he peered round the wall to see Dumbledore sitting on the couch and his Aunt May sitting across from him. "Hey, I'm here!" said Peter as May stood up and walked towards him.

Dumbledore stood up as he watched May and Peter walk into the living room. May lead Peter in by the hand. "Peter, I would like you to meet someone, this is Professor Albus Dumbledore, he is Headmaster of a school in England".

"It's nice to meet you sir, however, please excuse me for asking, Aunt May is the Professor who you wanted me to meet?"

"I think you will need to sit dear, for what he is about to share with you," she said as Dumbledore muttered a spell and a cushioned chair appeared in front of Peter's very eyes.

Peter jumped back pulling Aunt May with him as she began to laugh. His face displaying shock and bewilderment as he shouted "Who are you…What are you?" he shouted still looking at the chair and then at Dumbledore who smiled as Peter lowered his hold over his Aunt as she patted his hand.

"It's alright Peter, now sit down in the chair, I promise it won't bite, I must say, I was as shocked as you to begin with, but Mr Dumbledore is about to explain" said May.

Dumbledore began to wave his wand and as Peter lowered himself into the chair he watched as the teapot gravitated itself over the three waiting cups and began to pour.

"How…. How are you doing that?" said Peter managing to find his voice as he stared at Dumbledore.

"Can you not remember a time when you experienced something like this before?" said Dumbledore his eyes twinkling in the evening light.

As Peter looked at him, he saw that May was watching him intently. "Peter do you remember when you were very young, just before your parents died, did your Mother ever do things like this?" she said as she watched the teapot float back to it's place on the table.

Peter looked at his Aunt and then Dumbledore, and then his mind began to trail back to the early years of his childhood. However there was nothing he could remember as strange as what was going on in front of him and he shook his head. "What does this have to do with my Mother?" said Peter as he stared at Dumbledore.

"Mr Parker, you're Mother was a witch, and if I am correct that would probably make you a wizard" he said smiling.

"My mother was a…witch? What about my father?" said Peter still not being able to take in the news.

"As far as I know Peter, you're mother was the only magical user in your family, you see, your grandparents the Smiths, who died before you were born, were non-magic. Your mother was adopted at three days old; it was only when after her adoptive parents passed away, I believe she wanted to trace her biological family. However her blood sister by the name of Lily Evans managed to trace her and after some time Rose was reunited with her family. Lily was married not long after finding Rose to a man named James Potter, your Uncle. They went on to have a son named Harry, Your cousin, three years after you were born. Sadly a year later, your biological grandparents were killed and then Lily and James by a dark wizard named Lord Voldemort who was an ex- pupil at my school until he turned evil. You see there was a prophecy made about a child who would be born to a couple who had defied to join Voldemort three times, this child would be born at the end of July and he alone would possess the power to defeat Voldemort. Lily and James died that Halloween night, however Harry was the only one to survive the killing curse, he escaped unscathed except for a lightning bolt scar upon his forehead. The next night here in New York, your parents were killed in a fire with only you managing to escape which I find very strange indeed. It is possible that you, yourself have inherited your mother's magical abilities and that you are a wizard" said Dumbledore waiting for Peter to respond.

"I…I don't know what to say Professor, learning all of this so suddenly, what happened to Harry if we have no living relatives left? Since it has only surfaced recently of my mother's existence" he said standing up and looking at the picture of his parents on the mantle piece.

"Your mother and Lily had another sister, her name is Petunia, I placed Harry in her care, the night James and Lily died, in order for Harry to be protected from Voldemort's followers - the Death Eaters. I placed an ancient blood spell upon Petunia's home. She grudgingly took him into her home, and by doing so this has protected him for the past fifteen years, until recently, my concern for Harry has increased. It will only be a matter of time until Voldemort breaks through the wards I have set up around the house as they begin to weaken as Voldemort becomes stronger, and with the recent death of Harry's godfather Sirius Black, he is not entirely stable at the moment and I wish to move him into the sole care of his last and only blood relative. You." He said motioning his hand to Peter.

"Me? How can I look after Harry when I always have school or work and…" he said in amazement.

Dumbledore watched Peter as he trailed off and suddenly Peter felt as if he was being examined under the Headmaster's stare but he didn't know what it was, he could just sense it. There was more to Dumbledore than meets the eye he thought

"That won't matter Peter, you would not need to change your life too much if Harry came to live with you and your Aunt May. She has kindly suggested that for the blood bond to work that you move back in here along with your cousin. Harry would return to Hogwarts after the summer, which would mean after his year at school he will be of age to live in the house his Godfather Sirius left him in his will. All I need to know is that Harry will be cared and loved for, I'm afraid he hasn't had much of that the past fifteen years in the Dursleys' care and part of that was my fault, believing that Petunia could put aside her differences that she had with Lily to care for her son" he said sadly.

Peter stood up and looked into his Aunt's face as she walked towards him and handed him the picture of Harry. He looked at it and suddenly; he was reminded of the green-eyed baby boy in his picture on his bedside table.

"This is Harry, your cousin," said May smiling as Peter gazed at the picture. Old memories that lay dormant unlocked themselves after sixteen years.

"I…I… remember" murmured Peter.

May watched her nephew as he turned away and looked at the picture harder.

"Peter?" she said nervously as she looked to Dumbledore worriedly.

"Let him try to remember" he says softly.

Memories swam around Peter's mind. He closed his eyes as he concentrated on the faces that had appeared in his mind, ever since he was a little boy "I remember my parents, and Uncle James and Aunt Lily…. They used to visit me when I was very little…. I remember Mom and Aunt Lily laughing…. They are watching Harry and I playing on the blanket…. Harry rolls over on his stomach and laughs, as I play peek-a-boo with him. Dad then lifts the both of us into his arms and Uncle James changes into…a stag…. Prongs!

Nooooo! Mom! Dad! I'm hiding under my bed and I see a green light cascading under my door and my parent's screams. I hear voices, the words…. Lacarnum…. Infla…Inflamare, and flames, its so hot, I'm scared and I don't know how to get out of the house. Aunt Lily is standing in front Harry's crib, she's scared, Harry is crying, the door blasts off its hinges. "No! Not Harry take me instead, just don't hurt my son" Aunt Lily shouts.

The hooded figure is shouting "Avada Ke…Kedavra" I can see the green light and Aunt Lily screams and falls to the ground.

Harry is looking up into the figure's red eyes and he doesn't feel afraid. The curse is cast at him but it only surrounds him as it rebounds from him and back to its caster. The house begins to shake and collapse…." He said opening his eyes and turning to look at a shocked Aunt May.

Peter feels faint and collapses into the chair Dumbledore conjured. "Professor, what just happened to me?". He said shakily as Aunt May begins to fuss over him.

"I believe, Peter that you were reliving memories that had long been forgotten, not only your own childhood, but you shared Harry's exact memories from the night Lily and James died. I have never come across were two blood relatives have experienced each other's memories, it is very rare indeed. I would like for you to try and remember your own parent's death so that I could examine it more closely, to find out if they were indeed murdered"

"Murdered?" said May gasping.

"The robed figure in my memory…. or Harry's memory…. that was Voldemort wasn't it" said Peter looking up into Dumbledore's eyes.

"Yes Peter it was, and if my suspicions are correct, he found out about you're mother's existence and ordered to have her killed, leaving no other magical relative left to care for Harry in either of Lily and James families."

"Professor Dumbledore, I grant you permission to the memory of my parents' deaths, I want you to find who killed them," said Peter with no emotion in his voice.

Dumbledore walked forward and placed his wand tip on Peter's head and a silvery strip rose from it as he took a small vial from his pocket and put it in inside and placed the cork on it. "I will do what I can to find out what happened that night, you have my word Peter"

As he put the vial into his pocket, Peter stood up as he looked at the Professor. "Thank you Professor, How soon can Harry be here? He is family and we Parkers never turn away one of their own. Right Aunt May?"

May began to laugh quietly. "No dear we don't, Harry can stay with us as long as he wants to"

Dumbledore smiled at the Aunt and Nephew, somehow he knew Harry would be happy here, looking at the small family he smiled and said "Splendid, Harry will be here by tomorrow afternoon, I will drop by later to cast the blood spell, Peter will you be here by then?"

Peter nodded and put his arm around Aunt May. "I'll be here Professor, you can count on me" and suddenly for a second as Dumbledore looked at the young man, he was reminded of a younger James Potter and said. "You're parents would have been very proud of you" and with that he gave a nod to the small family and disappeared before their very eyes, rendering a startled Peter and Aunt May speechless.

Up next week, Harry comes to live with the Parkers, as he and Peter learn more about they're past and dabble in a little magic…. Also a few other familiar characters along the way will make their appearances.

Enjoy!