AN: Sorry for the slow updates. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Harry woke up at 6:00 am. Today was the day that everything could change. Thoughts ran through his mind. Was this all a prank? If it wasn't did their mum love them? Did Hermione look different as well? Was Dumbledore actually bad? Was Voldemort really evil?

He heard the usual knocking on his door, he knew it was Aunt Petunia calling him to make breakfast.

"Darling, would you come downstairs please"

Darling? Please? What was she playing at, was this some kind of trick.

Harry's heart sank. It was probably the broken china he forgot to pick up yesterday. He decided to take the licks with pride. He walked downstairs slowly. In front of him was a beautiful woman with pale skin like his newfound skin. She had pitch black shiny hair pulled into a messy bun. She looked middle-aged. The clocks in Harry's head had stopped ticking.

"Harry? Kaden?"

Harry was about to ask who the woman was before it all started fitting in place. The second word had confirmed his ideas. This woman was his mum.

"Mum?" The simple word came out as a croak. His heart was beating erratically. It was not a prank. This beautiful woman in front of him could very well be his mother.

"Kaden, dear, I've missed you more than you could imagine"

Tears threatened to leave Harry's eyes, but they were already streaming down the witch's face.

His mum enveloped him in a hug full of warmth and love. This was the first time Harry had experienced unconditional love. Bellatrix was over the moon to be reunited with her son and needed her daughter there as well. She was so blinded by the love she failed to see what her son was wearing.

"Kaden, what are you wearing?" Her son was dressed in rags and looked like a slave.

Harry glanced down at the clothes he was wearing. His face flushed with embarrassment.

He was wearing his usual rags, the clothes that still hung loose on him despite his new body structure, the stains that were on the shirt since Dudley had barfed all over them were the only design on the shirt beside the rips.

"umm.. I- uh.. their.." Harry's face blushed an ever deeper red if possible. In the first five minutes of meeting his mother, she was already going to hate him for being a fool who couldn't form a simple sentence.

Bellatrix watched her son closely and saw his face flush with embarrassment, then watched as his eyes glowed a deep black. Just like his father, she mused. It could only mean one thing, he was becoming angry. Not the kind where you get angry over getting detention over something so simple but the kind of anger you feel deep within.

"Never mind, we'll be going shopping later in the week anyway, both you and your sister have changed in statue I presume."

Harry let out a breath, he didn't know he was holding, in relief. His mum had obviously noticed he didn't want to talk about and had gone out of her way to avoid pushing him, nobody had done this for him, well except Hermione. Not even his supposed best friend, Ronald.

Harry would never forget the discomfort he felt first meeting him. Ron had asked about his scar, it was obvious that Ron could see the uncomfortable expression on his face. Yet he pushed further to ask if Harry remembered anything about the Potters. What a good way to start being friends with someone. But, Harry was so desperate for friends after 11 years of abuse and neglect, the saying was the more the merrier.

Besides, this act of kindness from his mother was too good to be true. Of course, it was. Voldemort was his father, the man that had tried to kill him for how many years. But it had its good sides to it.

Hermione was his sister. He had two best friends, Ron and Hermione, but if he was being honest, Hermione was his best friend really. She was so many things she had that Ron wasn't. She thought about stuff before overreacting. She was smart, smarter than Ron could ever be. always happy to help. She was like the sister he never had. Well, the sister he always had.

Going back to school would be much better knowing he wouldn't have to worry about Voldemort killing him- wait if Voldemort was his father why would he try to kill his son. He would have to ask him about it-meeting his father, he could already feeling the nerves bundling in his stomach. He would go to school with his sister there to back him up- wait how would he go back to school with his new appearance. He'd have to ask his sister, sister.. sister, it sounded nice on his tongue. Everything could wait, at least now he had a family and he was certain that 2/3 of them were nice. Harry sighed.

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