-1Chapter 6 The welcoming feast:

The next day dawned bright and sunny. Harry deciding to get ahead on some of his reading gathered up his books, a blanket, some baby toys, Lyneah, and her bottle and headed outside. He settled down under a weeping willow, cast a sunblock charm on Lyneah and set to reading his books. Draco joined him outside on the blanket after lunch and the two spent the afternoon in companionable silence each preparing for the start of school.

At half five Harry, Draco, and Lyneah made their way up to their rooms to change for the welcoming feast. Harry was very nervous because not only was he meeting the entire student body that night, he was also going to meet his brother and other sister. He took a quick shower, and changed into some of his new clothes and burgundy robes, he then changed Lyneah into matching baby robes. After wrapping her in a fuzzy pink blanket and placing her in the sling he grabbed her bib, and burping blanket, and her bottle before stashing his wand in his pocket and heading down to the entrance hall.

The Potter's were waiting for Harry with their three other children just outside the great hall. When he spotted them he went up to his mother and gave her a quick hug.

"Harry, I would like you to meet your brother Sam, and your sister Callie." James said. Harry looked at the two children. Sam looked exactly like him only taller, Callie looked exactly like Briea.

"Hello." Harry said quietly.

"Hello, are you really Harry? Mum and dad told us about how your defeated you-know-who five times, is it true? Were you really the youngest quidditch player in a century? I made the team last year, I was only a reserve though, this year there is a spot open on my team for a chaser, I am going to try for it." Callie said all this very fast. Harry looked at her slightly confused because he hadn't really caught what she had said. Callie kind of reminded him of a female version of Ron. Sam was giving Harry a cool calculating glare.

"What are your intentions with my family?" He asked coldly. Harry stared at him.

"Beg your pardon?" Harry asked.

"You heard me."

"Actually no I didn't, I can't hear, I am just wondering where you get off asking what my intentions are. You guys are my family, my intentions are to be a part of it. What did you think, I was here to tear it apart? When I came I didn't even know our parents were alive." Harry said still shocked by his brother's attitude.

"Sam, that was very rude." Lily said then turned to Harry.

"And how is my beautiful granddaughter?" She asked. Harry carefully pulled Lyneah out of the sling.

"She's wonderful, all rested up, and ready for the feast. She is going to be so confused with so many grandparents." Harry said with a laugh. James and Lily gave him strange looks. Harry handed Lyneah over to Lily.

"Well you see, since I thought you were dead I asked Molly and Arthur Weasley to be honorary grandparents for her, since they were the closest thing to parents I had after I started Hogwarts, and I asked Sirius to be an honorary Grandpa since he's my godfather. Oh by the way, can I tell him you guys are here? I think that would make him very happy, Remus too." Harry said. James smiled and nodded.

"Most certainly I would love to hear from Padfoot and Mooney."

"They are going to be so mad when they hear what Dumbledore did. I can't fathom for the life of me why he would do something like that. Oh, do you care if I tell Ron and 'Mione?" Harry asked. James laughed, and shook his head again.

"Come on, lets get into the great hall, and into our seats." James said and herded the family into the great hall. Briea, Callie, and Sam all broke off at once and went and sat at separate tables. James and Lily steered Harry over to the table two down from Sam's.

"Here we sit by grades, not houses, this is the sixth year table. Your class is actually rather small. No one really knows why. There are fifteen of you." James said before heading up to the head table and sitting down next to Severus. Harry took Lyneah back before sitting down. Hannah was already sitting at the sixth year table. She turned to look at Harry.

"So, my Papa tell me that we are betrothed." She said slowly. Harry nodded.

"If you don't want to marry me, I'll understand, I come with a lot of baggage, being deaf and having a deaf daughter." He said looking at her.

"Well, I don't really know you, I've heard stories about you, from your first year of course. Lets get to know each other and see where it goes from there." She said smiling at him.

"I'd like that. This is my daughter Lyneah by the way." Harry said moving aside the fabric of the sling. Where Lyneah was once again nestled sound asleep.

"She's beautiful." Hannah said. Then smiled at Harry.

"Could you teach me sign language, I saw that my father knows it, but I think that if we are going to be friends, then I should learn it as well."

"Sure, I'll teach it to you, Ah, here comes Draco." Harry said. Draco sat down next to Harry.

Hey, whose the girl sitting next to you, she's pretty? Draco signed.

Sev's daughter, she wasn't killed, she was kidnapped, my parents adopted her from an orphanage in Spain. And she is betrothed to me. Harry said. Draco's eyes bugged out of his head.

"Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy, your father is my godfather." Draco said and out his hand for Hannah to shake.

If I am introducing myself to someone I am going to try to speak out loud, if I don't, will you just nudge me and let me know? I may just give up and have you translate for me if it gets to be to much. Harry signed to Draco. Draco shook his head yes.

The doors to the great hall burst open and kids began to stream in and flock to different tables. The table around them began to fill up. Some of the students gave them strange looks while others were very friendly. A beautiful girl sat down opposite to Harry. She had long black hair that fell in luxurious waves down her back, warm chocolate eyes that sparkled with life. Her skin was a beautiful olive color skin.

"Ciao. My name is Athena Catinellus. What is your name?" She asked.

"My name is Harry Potter." He said smiling at her.

"Really, are you the Harry Potter that defeated Voldemort as a baby?" She asked looking at his quizzically.

"Yeah, unfortunately." He said with a smile.

"Are you related to Professors Lily or James?"

"Yeah, their my parents. I didn't know they were alive, I've been living in England with my aunt and uncle. I attended Hogwarts until last year. Draco, Severus and I were forced into hiding after my daughter and I defeated Voldemort for good this summer." He said. Lyneah chose that moment to make herself known by crying out. Harry grabbed her bottle and began to feed her.

"What is your daughter's name?"

"Lyneah. She's just over a month old." He said smiling down at her.

"So what do you think of your brother and sisters?"

"Well, the girls are nice, one of them reminds me of a friend back home, when I met Sam I felt like I was facing the bloody Spanish Inquisition. I don't know what his problem was." Harry said shaking his head. Athena smiled at him.

"I know what you mean. Everyone in our year thinks he's an uptight prick. He bosses everyone around like he owns the place or something. It's because his parents are professors, he thinks that automatically entitles him to act like one. He really doesn't have any friends at all." She said. Harry looked over at Hannah. She nodded confirming Athena's story. Harry actually felt sorry for his brother. He looked over at the younger boy who was sitting at the end of the table by himself. He looked so lonely. Maybe the reason he acted like that was because he had no friends. Maybe he was just lonely. Harry decided that he was going to try to befriend his younger brother. He wondered why the boy was so uptight. Harry then looked up at his parents and smiled. He still couldn't believe that his parents were here. He had his parents back. He had a brother and sisters. He wondered what his aunt Petunia would say knowing that her sister was alive and well, while she raised her son, one that she didn't even want. He would bet that his aunt would be so mad that she would practically give herself a coronary.