Harry Potter had just been released from the hospital wing after his fight with Voldemort, and walking through the halls of Hogwarts, he couldn't understand why everyone was glaring at him. He was surprised when he felt a hand close around his own, and turned to see Ginny Weasley standing next to him.

"Come on Harry, we have to hurry. She said, trying to pull him away from the Great Hall. He could hear the urgency in her voice, but for the life of him didn't understand what could possibly be wrong. He would later regret not listening to her.

"STOP!" A voice yelled, and he turned to see Ron standing there, with Hermione behind him. "GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER YOU MURDERER!" Ron yelled, while Hermione glared at him. "QUICK, HE'S OUT HERE AND HE'S TRYING TO GET AWAY." He yelled into the Great Hall, and Harry was shocked when about twenty aurors came storming out of the Great Hall and surrounded him.

"What's going on?" He asked, fear showing in his voice as they shackled his hand's behind his back.

"Harry Potter, you are under arrest for the murder of Cedric Diggory." One of the aurors started, but Harry interrupted him.

"I didn't kill Cedric, Voldemort did." He protested, praying someone would listen to him.

"Stop this nonsense, bring the potion." One of the other aurors said, pulling out a dagger.

"I will handle this." Came an aged voice, and Dumbledore stepped forward. Harry gasped and winced when he felt a slicing pain in the palm of his hand, and watched as Dumbledore's eyes darkened as one of the aurors snickered and handed him a vial of some red liquid. All he could do was watch as Dumbledore poured a drop of the red liquid into the potion, then poured the potion onto a piece of parchment.

He could see writing appear on the parchment, and saw Dumbledore's eyes widen, and the old man mouth something, and then the writing changed. Looking around he saw he was the only one who seemed to notice what the old man had done.

"The potion proves he is in fact Harry James Potter." Dumbldore said as he held up the parchment, which now showed his family tree. He saw the old man turn sad eyes on him, and watched as the once happy blue eyes well with tears.

That was the last Harry would see of what he considered home, not able to return for about a year.

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One year, he had been thrown in Azkaban one year ago. He remembered what Sirius had told him about Azkaban, but he felt it was worse than his beloved godfather made it out to be. While he wasn't insane, he wished he was. Maybe then his mother's screams would leave him alone. Maybe he wouldn't have to hear his parents die over and over again.

He thought back on the day he was arrested, and how Dumbledore had showed him his family tree. He remembered seeing some of the letters were darker than others, and after a week in prison had figured out the hidden message the old man left for him. It spelled out a spell, and he worked hard trying to do the spell wandlessly, but his hard work paid off, and one day he turned into an animal. Once he had his animagus form he kept transforming, trying to build up the amount of time he could stay in said form. Now, after almost a year of training he was able to hold his form for three days at a time, and figured that would be long enough for him to be able to escape.

Taking one last look at the cell that had been his home for one year, then concentrated his magic, and with a POP, turned into his form. He then hopped up of the barred window ledge, spread his wings, and took off into the night, his birthday present to himself on his sixteenth birthday, his freedom.

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Albus Dumbledore looked up when he heard a scratching at his window, and was shocked to see a greenish gray phoenix. The bird looked like it hadn't eaten in forever, and had sad, but bright blue eyes, reminding him much of his own. Slowly he stood up from his desk, and walked over to the window to let the bird in. He was surprised when the bird landed on the floor, and began to change shape, and before long a young man took its place.

The young man stood about 5ft 9in, skinnier than was healthy, and had long black hair, and green eyes, but it was the scar on his forehead that the aged headmaster recognized. "Harry?" The man asked, hope showing in his sad eyes.

"It took a while old man, but I figured out you message. Thanks" Harry said as he smiled at one of the few people who had ever tried to help him.

"It took you less time than I thought it would." Albus said, his eyes twinkling as he looked at the young man. He saw Harry sway a bit, and with a speed he didn't even know he had, was at his side in an instant. "You shouldn't be standing, here sit down." He said as he guided the young man to a chair. He could hear the young man sigh tiredly, and wished there was something else he could do for him.

"I can't stay long, I just wanted you to know I was safe, and away from there." Harry said, shuddering at the memories that flooded back to him.

"Harry, it is summer, and your birthday. There are only a few teachers here, including myself, and I would like it if you stayed here even if it is just for a day. There are some things we have to discuss. Some things you don't know, but may help you in the future. The old man said with a nervous smile.

"Who's still here?" Harry asked, as he fought to keep his eyes open.

"Just Severus and Minerva, but they also believe in your innocence. You will be safe here." Albus promised in a quiet voice, and Harry was asleep before he finished saying it.

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"Albus, you can't tell him. It'll break his heart." Harry heard a woman saying as he swam back to consciousness.

"I happen to disagree Minerva. Potter has a right to know, and Albus and you have a right to let him know." Another voice said, and Harry groaned when his stomach let out a loud rumble. "About time you chose to join us Mr. Potter." The second voice said, and Harry opened his eyes, and saw the head of Gryffindor and Slytherin looking at him.

"Sorry if my sleeping was cramping your style." Harry said, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "How long was I out?" He asked, realizing he was feeling more rested than he had in a while.

"About three days, but you needed it, so we weren't going to wake you." Albus said, his eyes twinkling.

"That was nice of you, but if it isn't too much trouble, I wouldn't mind something to eat now." Harry said politely, and was shocked when Snape conjured up a bowl of broth.

"Anything heavier wouldn't stay down." The head of Slytherin said when Harry gave him a weird look.

"Sure." Harry said as he dug into the first thing he had eaten in over a week, seeing as the guards only remembered to feed him once a week. "So, what is it you aren't wanting to tell me?" Harry asked between spoonfuls.

"It is about this." Dumbledore said as he placed Harry's family tree in front of him. Harry studied it, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. It was then the old wizard whispered something, and the whole thing changed. No longer was his name connected to James and Lily Potter, but now to different people, Leo Wyatt and Piper Halliwell.

"How?" Harry asked, staring in shock at the family tree. He couldn't get past the fact that his parents weren't really his parents.

"I might be able to explain that." Said a voice Harry didn't recognize, and he looked up to see an old man with long white robes, who now had three wands pointed at him.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" Albus asked, standing in front of Harry, ready to protect the only person in the room who didn't have a wand. The man just chuckled, and disappeared in million blue lights, only to reappear next to the chair Harry was sitting in.

"I'm surprised you don't remember me Albus, I was the one who brought young Harry to you in the first place." The man said, and smiled when Albus' eyes widened. "But it seems the whitlighter powder I used on you worked a little too well." The man said. "I used it in the hopes you would forget about taking Harry and adopting him to the Potters, but I didn't expect it to work." The man smiled. "By the way, my name is Sulo, I am an Elder." He informed everyone in the room.

"We had hoped Harry would never find out who he really was, but now that we have actually allowed his parents to bring a child into the world, I guess it is only fair he knows everything." The man said as he sat down, and motioned the others to do so as well.

"It started, well, over fifty years ago when his father was sixteen. The young man was destined to be a whitelighter, but at that age was doing some things we frowned on. The Elders decided to intervene, and brought him to the future to see the people he would be helping. Even at 16 he was taken with Harry's mother, and you were conceived without our knowledge. Your father was not to interact with any of his future charges, but he and your mother were never ones to follow rules." The elder explained.

"Glad to know where he inherited that trait from." Snape said with a snort.

"Yes, anyways, by the time you were born, your father was back in the past, but your mother was only 16. We thought it best to bind the powers you inherited from her, and brought you to Albus for him to find a family for you. He placed you with the Potters, and we gave them all fake memories of Lily being pregnant with you, while wiping you from your biological mother's memory." The elder said, but stopped talking when he looked at Harry's shocked face.

"So, my parents know nothing about me. You took me from them, and you don't even act sorry for it." Harry seethed. He glared at the elder, and was shocked when the man flew across the room.

"Yes, I believe your aunt Prue had that power as well, but it was supposed to be bound." The elder said, confused that Harry had access to his powers.

"I felt a block on my magic when I was trying to perform the spell the headmaster gave me. I focused my wizarding magic on removing it. Now I think it would be best if you left." Harry said, wanting to kill the man, glad when he disappeared.

"Harry, there is something else you should see on your family tree." Albus said, ignoring Minerva's plea not to. It was then Harry looked at his father's side of the family. His father was born almost 60 years ago, to…Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall.

"Our son was born a squib, and at the time people were hunting down Albus, using anything they could to get to him. Deciding to protect our baby we sent him off to friends of ours in the United States, Christopher and Mindy Wyatt. They kept the name we gave him though, and our little boy grew up thinking he was theirs. We got word almost thirty years ago that Leo had died in war." Minerva said looking ready to cry.

"But didn't that man just say he was supposed to become a whitelighter?" Harry asked, looking confused. "What is a whitelighter?"

"It is a mortal person who has died, an angel of sorts, sent to guide Wicca witches." Albus said, reading from a book he had pulled from his shelf. "They have the ability to heal as well as orb, which is disappearing from one place, and appearing in another." He explained.

"So if my…father…is one of those things, then he is still alive." Harry said, before turning back to look at his family tree. He followed his family's line, noting the different people he was related to, all through his grandfather. People like Merlin, Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowina Ravenclaw.

"So, are we related to Voldemort?" Harry asked confused.

"Very distantly. Salazar Slytherin had two sons, one with Rowina Ravenclaw, one with another witch. His and Rowina's son fell in love with Godric Gryffindor and Helga Hufflepuffs' daughter. Their parents tried to split them up, saying that it wouldn't do to have one person the heir to all four founders, but the two ran away together. Deciding it best to all four founders split up, and had another child with someone else, disowning their two oldest, thinking it would weaken the magic their children held. As you have seen it hasn't." The old man said, studying his grandson.

"So what do we do now?" Harry asked, looking at his grandparents.

"You go to your parents and brother. We will find a way to bring you back to the school without the others knowing who you really are." Albus said intent of having his grandson back in school. "I have already sent word to Remus and Sirius that you have escaped, and are safe. They are glad to hear that, and Sirius wishes you could go into hiding with him."

"We both know that isn't possible. We would just make a bigger target." Harry said sadly, wishing he could be with his godfather. "Well, I guess I will see you in September than." He said as he stood and changed into a phoenix, and disappeared in a greenish gray flame, ready to try finding his family, but not until he made one more stop.