'...So you're telling me that you, my descendant, has not only killed my priced Basilisk when you were Fourteen but did it with that idiot's sword?' Salazar Slytherin asked him incredulously, while the rest of his ancestors stared at him, what could only be described as pride (James, Charlus), some in horror (Lily, Dorea, and Rowena), hilarity (Godric and only Godric).

You see, Harry had been told by his descendant that now that he was the Lord of House Potter, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Peverell and Ravenclaw, the initiation ceremony/ritual, is different depending on the circumstances of that House. And those who are the last of their Houses may be able to speak to their common ancestors from the previous two generations if they exist, or the latest or the most well known Lord.

In the case of Potter and Peverell, it turned out to be his father and grandfather, their wives, Lily and Dorea respectively. In the case of Slytherin, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw, it was Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin, and Godric Gryffindor.

Rowena, Harry realized was exactly like the tales about her has described. She was beautiful, hell, that wasn't even enough to describe her beauty it simply felt like it wasn't enough. Long raven-colored hair, dark blue eyes containing warmth, full lips curved into a gentle and loving smile and delicate features. Yet, she was intimidating. Her eyes held a look of pain and sorrow, yet also held warmth and kindness. Despite being an old woman when she had died, she looked young. Almost as young as his mother had been.

Salazar, unlike the others, had retained his greying beard. His grey eyes, scars, and the now in-fashion beard giving him an overall roguish look. Yet, he seems to hold an aura of aloofness around him. It was sort of similar to his own. Years of being tired of being judged by what other people think of them, causing them to create a facade, giving them an aloof and uncaring appearance, with a look plastered on their face that screams 'I don't give a shit'. Salazar looked much like himself, not appearance-wise, but in personality. Harry wondered if it would be him in several years from now. Tired of caring for the world, who judges you, thinking you are a saint one second and a demon the other. The thought scared him.

Godric was the most cheerful looking bloke out of the crew. His long red hair and a beard similar to Salazar, scars marring his handsome face, bright green eyes, similar to his peering down at him from his tall frame, curiously. He appeared to be of Irish descendant as most of his looks were similar to the few Irishmen he had seen. His eyes too held a look of sorrow and betrayal in his eyes. Harry wondered what had happened to the founders to have a look of pain in all of their eyes. Rowena's tale was familiar, but he didn't remember it. Harry now regretted all the times he had avoided reading Hogwarts: A History and made a mental note to read the book. He did not doubt that most of it were fabricated, but most fabrications always were based on truths. At least, that was what he had learned.

Then there were his grandparents, of course. Harry was surprised to see them so young. His grandmother, in particular, looked old enough to be his older sister. He looked exactly like her, something that surprised him. Her eyes were a pale blue, a bit similar to Sirius, but were darker in shade. Her raven hair similar to his own, seemingly forced into a straight ponytail with two bangs on either side of her face, like a curtain. He wondered if he and his father got their messy hair from her. Harry marveled at how similar he looked to her, and seemingly the feeling was mutual. His grandfather, now that he noticed it, could pass as a twin of his father. Same dark brown hair, same hazel eyes, same glasses, same rough jawline, giving them an overall handsome appearance.

Harry looked at Salazar, 'Yeah. Fawkes, Dumbledore's Phoenix took one killing gaze from it, but managed to injure it enough to allow me to kill it.' He explained while looking seriously at Salazar.

Salazar nodded, 'I see. While I certainly am not happy that you killed my Basilisk and did it with Godric's sword. It was still better than you die.' He said. Godric smiled slightly smugly at him.

'You are resisting the urge to gloat aren't you, Lord Gryffindor?' Lily asked with a smile, which seemed to set him off as he laughed merrily.

'Yes. But I won't. It won't get me anywhere.' Harry suddenly got an idea. It was devious, but he reasoned that it would only work on Gryffindor. Not to insult the great man, but he looked like the most likely to fall for the old trick.

'Ah, I found your secret room too, Lord Gryffindor.' He said. Godric stopped laughing, and looked at him with wide eyes, and so did Rowena. Ah, they both had a joint secret chamber then?

'You know about the Room of Requirements?' Rowena seemed to figure out his trick, but Godric was the one who didn't, and he was the one that yelled out. Harry allowed a victorious smirk to appear on his face.

'Nope. You just told me. Room of Requirements then? I'll have to find it this year.' He mused. Godric blinked dumbly at him before he pouted. A strange expression on such a powerful man.

Salazar laughed, 'You have proven that you have my side of thinking, after all, my descendant. Well done.'

Lily, however, didn't look so impressed, 'Harry, that's not a nice thing to do.' She scolded lightly.

James rolled his eyes, 'Ah, chill, Lily-flower. It's not a problem if he does decide to embrace his Slytherin side. It's good for him.' Harry looked at him strangely.

'But Dad, I thought you hated Slytherins?' He asked confusedly. James smiled regretfully and shook his head.

'Ah, not really. The few I hated were Bellatrix and of course good ole' Tom.' He said with a wry grin. Harry looked even more confused at that.

'But every time Snape seemed to talk about you, he seemed to hate you. It looked like the feeling was mutual.' Harry noticed that Lily's eyes darkened at the mention of the Potions Master, as did James'. While the others looked generally confused, while Charlus had a frown on his face.

'Snape? He has a good reason for hating me. He fancied Lily, after all.' That caught Harry's attention.

Harry remembered Snape's insults that were hurled at him like a Bludger. Every time Snape insulted his parents, it was always his father. Calling him arrogant which he liked to think he wasn't, and he definitely wasn't attention-seeking. Every time, Snape looked like he was throwing insults meant at him. Not for him. If that makes sense. But Lily? She had never been his target of insults. Ever. Every time, it was 'just like your father', but never 'just like your mother'. Now he understood why. His Professor liked his mother. That thought made him pale.

'He loved me.' Lily said, quietly. Harry snapped his head towards her.

'What?' He asked.

Lily smiled at him, 'He loved me. I'm pretty sure about that. It was the way he looked at me, it was the same way James always looks at me. And he gave me those looks when he thought I wasn't looking. I caught those looks, just he never saw that.' She said.

'...I don't even know what to say.' He said dumbly.

Lily rolled her eyes, 'I never thought of him that way, unfortunately for him. Even when we were best of friends, I always saw him like the big brother I never had, since Petunia gave me looks that screamed 'I don't like you'. I know it sounds kind of like I was replacing him with Petunia. But I never saw him, nor did I ever think of him as a romantic interest. Just as a brother.' She finished, a little guiltily.

Harry now understood why Snape hated him. He was the living proof that he couldn't get the girl he loved. Regardless of the girl's feelings, he was the living proof that he failed. Harry suddenly felt a little guilty that he had cursed the man so many times. But the man certainly wasn't doing him any favors to himself to even make others look at him in pity. His attitude simply made him unlikeable. But very few tried to even make an effort to even get to know why he was like that.

James added, 'Well, I certainly did myself no favors in... bullying him, for the lack of a better word.'

Harry looked at him in shock. His father, his hero was a bully?

James looked very guilty, 'I was not a saint, Harry. I'll be the first one to admit that. I... well, there was a reason why Lily didn't like me until my Seventh Year. I was not a great person, and that made me a really hard person to like. Sure, I had girls running after me, much as you have now,' He grinned at his son's blush, 'But my personality was something that soured the others towards me. It was the same with Lily, she didn't like that I acted that way towards the others. Mostly Snape but... also... you know...' He trailed off, not knowing how to explain his attitude in his younger years at Hogwarts.

Harry looked shocked at that. He had never expected a response like that from his father. James Potter, an excellent Quidditch player, one of the most talented wizards since Dumbledore, father of the Boy-Who-Lived. But no one had ever told him that his father was a bully, and he bullied Snape.

The picture became even more clear for Harry. Snape despised Harry because he was the living proof that he lost Lily, someone he loved, to James, someone he hated. Harry sighed, it became harder to hate Snape more and more.

'...'

'...I don't want me to think of James in a bad way, Harry.' Lily added hastily. Harry looked at her, pain in his eyes at the now ruined image of his hero. James winced at the look in his son's eyes. He looked down in sadness, Dorea came up from behind her son and placed a hand on her shoulder.

'James used to be that way, sweetheart. But that wasn't who he became. Do you think I would have married him if he was such a huge git?' James deadpanned at her grin, but he saw Harry's lips twitch, so he kept quiet.

'...I'll admit the reason he was like that was because of us, Harry.' Charlus said, seeing his look, he elaborated, 'We spoiled him a lot, Harry. He had gained most of my looks and the talent of both Dorea and I. He was... full of himself. He had everything. Money, you know how much he had, even without the Ravenclaw fortune. He had good looks, and we loved him more than anything in the world.' James smiled at his father. Charlus smiled back, and added, 'He never acted arrogantly in front of us. And maybe we shouldn't have spoiled him that much, but we couldn't help ourselves.'

Dorea continued, 'We were not that young when James was born, Harry. We were trying for a baby for a very long time, and we had all but given up hope of ever having a child. But when I was 35 and Charlus was 37, I finally got pregnant with James. You have to understand, Harry. We had James when we had lost hope, and when he was born, of course, we pampered him. Do you understand?' She asked gently.

Harry slowly nodded. He could obviously, not relate to that, but he could understand. Most wizards and witches had heirs when they were twenty or below twenty-five. Any age above thirty was considered an old age to have a child, and the fact that Dorea wasn't able to get pregnant probably lost them all hope. His father was probably seen as a blessing for them and was treated with the utmost care.

'I... can't say I can relate, obviously, but I can understand. And dad, don't worry, the fact that you can admit it makes you a better man than that greaseball. I mean, seriously who holds a grudge for nearly fifteen years?' He said.

James snorted, 'I'm not surprised. And just because I feel bad that I treated him that way, doesn't mean I like him in any stretch of the word.' He said flatly.

'And grandmother?' He called, making the woman look at him.

'Yes, Harry?' She said, lovingly.

'I can't believe how much I look like you, even calling you my grandmother seems weird.' He said. Dorea blinked, before laughing merrily, Harry added, 'I guess I also look slightly similar to Lady Ravenclaw.' Rowena smiled at the boy who was her descendant, also noticing the similarity.

Lily smiled, 'You do have your facial structure of James. The hairstyle is similar but not the color, and the jawline especially. It is the best-looking aspect in both James and his father.' Both Potter's looked smug at that, but she ignored them, 'You have my eyes and skin tone.' Harry grinned at that, he knew that he had her eyes, down to the very shade, and the pale skin tone, 'But everything else is your grandmother. The eye shape, the nose shape, the mouth. You even smile like her!' To emphasize this point Harry and Dorea smiled at her. It was true. James' hair was a very dark brown, and in most lighting conditions, appeared to be black, but Dorea's hair was raven, much like his own.

'And the hair.' James and Charlus added helpfully, Harry and his grandmother groan.

'Forget about it.' Harry and Dorea said, not even wanting to talk about it.

'Yes, yes. This is all well and good, a happy family reunion. But can we get back on track?' Salazar said grumpily.

Godric rolled his eyes, 'Ignore him, but I do want to know what happened later.' He said, grinning at Salazar, who simply glared at him. Rowena hushed both of them when Harry nodded and continued to tell his tale.

He told about his Third Year, about Remus becoming the DADA teacher, causing James to groan and Lily to smile happily for her friend. The founder's stayed silent, obviously not knowing the people the boy was talking about. This year seemed more personal than the previous ones.

'What do you mean Sirius was in Azkaban?! Why would he be in that place?!' James demanded, while Lily had paled imagining what Sirius must have been through, as Dorea and Charlus had grim expressions on their faces. Harry nodded sadly.

'He was, dad. Most of Britain thought that Sirius betrayed you to Voldemort and killed Pettigrew and a bunch of Muggles. He was only able to escape last year.' He said gazing down. Remembering how he threatened to kill Sirius. That made him feel like a dick.

Harry blinked as his sentence was met with stunned silence, and looked up. The founders looked shocked that someone was able to escape Azkaban of all places. James looked proud, but also furious that Sirius had to even spend a second there, the rest looked gobsmacked.

'Ah... right! Sirius is the first ever to escape from Azkaban.'

'Was he an Animagus?' Rowena asked as Harry blinked at her owlishly.

'...Yes.' He said. She nodded.

'Continue.'

Harry got out of his shock, good god, they weren't kidding when they said Rowena Ravenclaw was the smartest witch that ever lived, were they? Telling them about learning that Sirius was his godfather while under the Invisibility Cloak...

'Ah.. the Cloak of Ignotus Peverell?' Godric asked Harry, who looked at him confusedly.

'Yes, Lord Gryffindor. That is the one.' Charlus said with a nod. Godric nodded and smiled at Harry.

'Continue. I apologize for interrupting.' Harry was confused but continued.

He told them about meeting Sirius in the Shrieking Shack along with Hermione and Ron, as Pettigrew was hiding with the Weasley family as a rat. Something that made them furious, and learning Expecto Patronum from Remus, something that made them swell in pride, Remus turning into a Werewolf, and Pettigrew escaping during the scuffle. Going back in time with Hermione to save a Hippogriff called Buckbeak, Sirius and himself and Dementors by casting a Patronus charm.

'Excuse me, Dementors, as in plural?' Charlus asked him incredulously.

'Yeah, Must be around a hundred.' Harry replied casually.

'A hundred?!' All of them yelled at him, causing him to jump.

'Um, yeah? I really don't think a big deal.' He said with a nervous shrug.

'Wasn't a big- Harry, do you even realize what you've done? That is something Wizards only like Dumbledore and Voldemort would be able to do! Even I can't do something like that! Wasn't a big deal, my arse.' James said, proudly.

'James, language!' Dorea and Lily yelled at him.

'He's right, other than the language of course,' Rowena added as she saw the incredulous looks directed at her, 'I can only produce a Patronus charm that could drive only a few those foul creatures. To drive away a hundred of them is something to be proud of.' She said warmly, causing Harry to blush slightly, causing her to chuckle slightly as he mumbled 'thanks'.

'Good job, my descendant. Go on.' Salazar said when the fluff became too much for him.

'There isn't much else to tell, to be honest. We rescued Sirius, managing to save Buckbeak along the way and Sirius escaped from the prison with Buckbeak and he's been that way ever since.' He finished.

James was thinking furiously. He had to have had some proof that Sirius wasn't the secret keeper and Pettigrew was. He narrowed his eyes at the very thought of that rat. That son of a bitch. After everything, we've done for him. Damn the prophecy... James' head snapped up and focused on his son.

'Harry, did Albus tell you about the prophecy?' He asked his son. Already expecting the answer. He noted the wide-eyed look from Lily and grim expressions from the rest. He ignored all of the looks and focused on Harry, who had a confused look on his face.

'What prophecy?' Harry asked, causing them to sigh.

'Why am I not surprised that Albus didn't tell you about this?' Charlus said. Harry narrowed his eyes at his Headmaster's name.

'I'm not surprised. Dumbledore keeps a lot of things from me. He never told me about having a Family Vaults and kept away all the letters from Gringotts about those Vaults.' Several other things have shaken his trust in the old man, but he decided to think about that later.

Charlus nodded, 'That is a good thought, my boy. Dumbledore... he used to be a good man. But now he treats people like they are chess pieces. He believes that only he is capable of doing anything and everything as if he knows the best about everyone.' He said, sadly.

'...Anyway, Harry, we didn't hear all of the Prophecy, and there is probably more to it than that. But I'll tell you right now.' James said, firmly. Lily looked at her husband in worry.

'James are you sure, he's ready for that?' She asked him. Charlus scoffed.

'Lily, no offense, but I think that the lad has been through more than what most people of his age have been through. I can see that he has a mature outlook on his life, and is humble. He will know how to deal with it.' He said, ignoring Lily's flinch. She looked down in sadness as she realized what her baby had gone through. Dorea gave him a reprimanding look.

'I'm sorry, Lily. But you know it is true.' Charlus said placing a hand on the red-haired woman's shoulder.

Harry looked a bit uncomfortable. He had no idea what the prophecy was that they were talking about. But he was sure that it had something to do about him and Voldemort. He hesitated a bit before looking at James,

'...Does this have anything to do with him trying to kill me?' He asked. James deflated, before sighing and nodding. Lily looked somewhat resigned, and looked at her son with love and sadness in her eyes, before looking back up at her husband. James closed his eyes and nodded.

'Harry, the prophecy says 'the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies... born to those who have thrice defied him...' That is all we have heard and all we know as of the memory fragment stored in this ring.' James said.

Harry felt a chill at those words, he felt like a ball of snow had been thrown down the back of his shirt with the shivers that he was now feeling. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies. He was born on July 31st. That would mean that he had born at the end of the seventh month. But more importantly, he had the power to defeat Voldemort? Him? The only reason he had even been alive was because of Lily's magic, and he knew that as of now, he didn't stand the slightest chance against Voldemort.

Sure, he would agree that he was strong enough for his age. Hermione had begrudgingly acknowledged that fact, and he knew, as much insensitive as it sounded, he was stronger than Ron. If he could line up all of the people in his year and fight against them, the only ones who could give him a challenge would be Hermione, Susan, maybe Theodore Nott. But then again he never really had any contact with the boy so he had no idea.

Harry took a shuddering breath and closed his emerald eyes, 'So you're telling me that the only reason that you both are dead, and the reason I had live with those two things calling themselves my relatives, and nearly died for two years straight is a goddamn PROPHECY?!' He yelled, startling everyone there. Charlus even took a step back at the furious expression in the boy's eyes. James and Lily didn't even flinch, expecting such reaction from their son. They had a similar reaction, along with Alice and Frank, when they realized that it could be both him and Harry that could be the child that is mentioned in the prophecy. Lily had been heartbroken, and James had cursed Dumbledore out for telling that to Lily when she was with a baby. The stress from all sides made the delivery very difficult for Lily, and it was by luck that both of them managed to survived and made a full recovery.

Harry, closed his eyes tightly, feeling a distantly familiar feeling of tears stinging in his eyes. He could have the thing he wanted the most in his life, he could have had a loving family. He would have had a mother and father, someone who loved him unconditionally and completely. Both of his mother and father would've been alive, maybe he would even have a little sister or brother with red hair and brown eyes. Instead, he had been a life that could only be described as hell. With abusive relatives for fourteen years. Three years of nearly dying at the end of each year. Being an international celebrity for something that had killed his parents, and possibly even his grandparents. Why? Why him? Why is it always him? What had he done so wrong to have everything so wrong in his life? Fate itself had made a prophecy that ruined his life.

Tears of frustration and anger welled up in his eyes, but he stubbornly pushed them away. He would not cry. A single tear fell from his eye.

No dammit. Not here. Not now. Not in front of them. He repeated it over and over in his head until he felt a warm presence wrap their arms around his torso and wrapping him in a hug. Harry blinked as he felt his face get pushed against a curtain of red hair.

With little hesitation, he wrapped his arms around Lily. His mother. Someone who loved him. Someone he loved. He never wanted to let go. He clung on to her like a lifeline.

Distinctly he felt wetness appearing on his shoulder, which shouldn't be possible since this wasn't his mother.

Ignoring her sniffing, he hugged her tightly, and she returned it, 'My poor baby... I'm sorry...' She said as she sobbed silently. Harry's heart, or what he considered was left of it, broke at the feeling of Lily shaking from crying. She had the most beautiful laugh in his opinion, but she also had the most painful cry. He felt like punching himself for even making her feel sad.

'...I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, sweetheart. I'm sorry you had to live with Vernon and Petunia... I'm sorry we couldn't see you grow up... I'm so sorry...' She said through sobs. Harry clung to her, not letting go.

'...I love you, Harry. Let it go, sweetheart.' She said softly, and he broke.

He buried his face into her shoulder and sobbed silently. It was something Salazar recognized. He knew from his own loved one that the only reason that someone cried like this was when someone knew they had broken down, but didn't anyone to know. They didn't want the world to know that they grieved, even for something that they deserved. He closed his eyes in a rare show of sympathy for the mother and son, trying his very best to ignore the fact that the boy was grieving not with his real mother, but a copy of her. That the woman looked exactly like the boy knew, made it even crueler.

James felt his heart tear at the sight of the perfect family that was broken before they had a chance to be perfect. He blinked away his tears, and knelt before them, wrapping his larger arms around him, and smiled bitterly. The first family group hugs, and it wasn't even real. None of them were real.

After a while, with everyone patiently waiting for their cries to subside, Harry hugged his father individually by himself, before letting go. James helping both of them stand up. Harry realized that he had felt much better now. Like a weight has been left on his shoulders. Now he realized why Hermione always told him that talking about it and letting all of it go. He did feel much better, crying all of his frustrations and horrible life away felt good. And the fact that it was his parents... a copy of them, at least... made it better, somewhat.

'...Harry, lad. I'm afraid that there isn't much time left.' Godric said, breaking the silence. Harry's eyes widened, but then closed before sighing and nodding.

'Yeah... it was too good to be true.' He said quietly.

Rowena took over, 'Harry, my child. You still have to know about a few other necessary things. James, if you will.' She nodded at the man, who nodded back.

'Yes. Harry, once you're out, all of our voices will vanish,' James raised his hand preventing Harry from speaking as he was about to, 'It never was permanent Harry. None of us are real. We are all impressions of ourselves the last time we updated this. I'm sorry.' He said. Harry bit his lip but nodded anyway.

'Secondly, once you're out, unlock our will and activate it. We have written proof that Padfoot is not our secret keeper but Wormtail is, and if you don't already have proof that should be enough right there.' Harry nodded silently.

'In the Vault that you are in, I, as in James Potter, the real one, had always thought about keeping my private journal or diary or whatever you can call it, in it. Look for it, it will help you in your studies. After all, I wrote it.' He grinned at Harry, who smiled back.

Dorea then started over, 'There are my notes on Ancient Runes and Potions in Vault as well, Harry. Look for it. It will help you... what's wrong?' The woman who looked identical enough to be his twin asked him when she saw his sheepish expression.

'Ah... well, you see. I didn't pick Ancient Runes. But I planned to change my electives this year! I promise!' He added hastily when he saw that her face had fallen, and a dejected look appeared on her face that made him feel like he was the biggest arsehole in the world. But as soon as she heard the last part, she beamed at him and stood on her toes and kissed his forehead, making him blush slightly. Charlus rolled his eyes but smiled at her tactic anyway.

'If you go to the Potter Manor, you will find House Elves that would probably still be there, feeding on the House's magic. They'll automatically obey you. There you can find out more about what it means to be a Lord of Potter Family, and something else special.' He said cryptically, before giving the boy a manly hug that he returned.

Lily spoke up, 'I... don't have anything that I could give you Harry... I-' Harry grabbed her hand.

'Mum, you have already given so much for me. You don't have to give me anymore.' He said firmly, making her smile, but she shook her head.

'I, or rather the real me was working on a scarf for you when I learned that I was pregnant with you. I don't know if I finished it, but I don't think you will want to find it.' She said sadly. Harry tilted his head at her.

'Why not?"

'It's in Godric's Hollow.' James said, and didn't bother to elaborate when Harry stiffened.

'When you find it. Please do wear it. I... planned on giving it to you when you could wear it... but...' Harry kissed her cheek before she could say anything, making her smile merrily.

James smiled at that before the Salazar took over, 'Kid, go back to the Chamber. Sell the Basilisk, keep the venom if you can. Riddle burned my portrait as soon as he learned everything I had to teach him. If you want to there are several tomes on Magic. Plain ones, not any dark ones,' He added at the teen's sour face, 'They'll help you get better than you are, so if, no when Riddle returns you can be ready for him.' He said with a smirk that Harry returned.

'Ah, as for me my sword is yours. You already had access to it, both as my descendant and you have won it by the right to conquest against Salazar's Basilisk. Then you have my House, Godric's Hollow, that is yours as well.' He said smiling infectiously, making even Salazar get a slight twitch on his lips.

'I'm afraid I don't have much to give you, my child. I think you might find my portrait in the Room of Requirements in the Seventh Floor, left corridor. We'll talk more if you can find it, that is.' She said, and Harry smiled at her.

'Harry! Are you alright?!' That was... Remus?

'Honestly Moony, the kid's probably met a whole bunch of people, that should technically be dead. I already told you he's fine.' That was Sirius.

'Padfoot, he just fainted!'

'Yeah, I saw it too.'

How can you be so calm?'

'Because, Moony, I know that this is normal.'

'It is, Mr. Lupin.' Garlok said.

'It is?'

'Yes.'

'...'

'Wow, the roles surely have changed, huh? I'm telling you to calm down, instead of the other way around.' Harry decided to make his presence known.

'I can imagine that is the case.' Harry said.

'Harry!' Remus cried out, hugging the boy.

'This is definitely 'Hug Harry day'.' Harry said amusedly, and Remus blinked.

'Are you alright? You fainted for ten minutes straight!' Remus said. Sirius rolled his silver-blue eyes and smirked at Remus.

'Told ya.'

'Shut up, mutt.' Remus grumbled. Harry looked furrowed his brows. He was pretty sure that he spent a good amount of time in the room, hall, space... thing. Yet, here it was only ten minutes? That was something he needed to ask Rowena about once he found her portrait. Harry stood up and faced Garlok.

'Garlok?'

'Yes, Lord Potter?' Harry internally smiled at that. It sounded so cool!

'I want to execute my parents' will.' He told the scarred Goblin who nodded.

'Of course, Lord Potter.' Harry nodded and turned around, and pulled out his wand, before beginning to search for something.

'Prongs?' Sirius called out.

Yeah?' Harry answered back.

'What are you looking for?'

'Dad's journal.'

'James had a journal?' Both men asked the teen, who looked back at them with a raised eyebrow, 'Yeah. He didn't tell you?' He asked them, only to see Sirius look guilty and Remus look sad.

'No.' Both of them said, in an emotionless voice. Harry eyed both of them, before sighing and continue to look for it, before finding a thin book with red cover laying on top of another thin book with a blue cover. They were sitting in a pile of gold. Harry carefully stepped towards it. Once he realized that he couldn't reach it without stepping on other ornaments that were quite costly, he pointed his wand at the lower book.

'Wingardium Leviosa.'

The lower book floated up, taking the upper book with it into the air. Harry pulled it towards him and held out his hand, and dropped the book into the hand. He smiled as he looked at the books. They had the names, 'James' Diary. Back off.' and 'Ancient Runes and Potions with Dorea Black'.

He showed both of them to books. Remus raised an amused eyebrow while Sirius snorted.

'That sounds like something Prongs would write alright.' Remus said amusedly. Sirius looked at the other book and did a double-take,

'Dorea Black? You've met your Grandmother too?' He asked Harry.

Harry grinned, 'Most people say that I look like my father, by nope, I look just like my grandmother. Change my eyes to blue and everyone would think I'm her son, not her grandson.' He said proudly.

Sirius chuckled, 'Yep. You look like her. I only told you that you look like James is because you don't know what Mrs. Potter looked like, while you have seen a picture of what James looked like.' Harry nodded. He had seen his dad in the Mirror of the Erised. While it may not have been an actual picture, he had burned the memory into his mind and would never forget it.

Garlok arrived at that point with a paper that he handed to Harry, who placed his hand on the seal. The seal let out a hiss, as it recognized the familiar magic of the House Potter, before opening. Remus and Sirius stood behind him, and read the contents over his shoulders.

Last will of Lord James Edward Potter and Lady Lily Marie Potter

Harry quickly read over the contents and it was exactly as he expected it to be. Lily and James had left most of their fortune to Harry to use as he pleased. Which included several Galleons to be left to Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, the Tonks family, Longbottom family, and the Bones Family as a part of engagement money.

'Madam Bones is married?' Harry asked curiously to Sirius and Remus, only to see that Sirius gain a pained look in his eyes, and Remus shaking his head slightly.

'Engaged Harry. It says that she was engaged.' Remus said, and Harry had a good idea as to who Amelia Bones had been engaged to.

He sighed, 'Sirius.' He said. Sirius flinched. He and Amelia had dated for nearly three years, over the protests of his family. Bellatrix didn't like any of his friends, so she was out, Narcissa probably didn't care about who he dated, as far as she knew. Andromeda, however, had been pleased and happy for him. He could swear that she was about to jump around in joy but restrained herself. Little Nymphadora, though she would kill him for calling her that, got along perfectly with Amelia and was jumping off walls when she learned that her 'Siri' was getting married. Not surprising, the girl was just too adorable for anyone not to like, ignoring his other family members of course.

That made Sirius feel like his heart had been stabbed through. What would she think of him now? What would little Nym think of him now? Do they believe that he betrayed James? Did Andromeda make her daughter believe that? Amelia probably didn't know that he never had a trial, but Andromeda...

'...I never visited her since I got out.' Harry turned to him and placed a hand on the man's shoulder.

'Sirius. You will meet her again. You will get married, if she wants to though you might have gotten a bit too old for that...' He joked making Sirius scoff, 'But I'll make sure that you at least explain yourself to her.' Sirius looked at his godson with a small smile on his face.

'You think so?'

'I know so. You'll be free by tomorrow if Lord Harrison Potter has anything to say about that.' He said proudly, before blinking, 'Harrison feels weird.' He muttered, making Sirius laugh.

Remus smiled at the pureness of the man's laugh before turning to Harry, 'Go on, Harry. Let's read the rest.' And so they did.

Harry realized that in the event of anything unfortunate happening to Lily and James, that he was to be sent to Sirius, the obvious first choice, Remus, the obvious second choice, the Longbottoms were someone who surprised Harry. Alice Longbottom was Harry's godmother. From what he knew both her and her husband Frank were in St. Mungo's Mental Ward. He had to visit her once, even though she might not recognize him, or anybody for that matter.

The next was the Tonks, Sirius' expression once again went dark at the mention of the family, but Harry knew enough to recognize from his expression that it was one of the family members that he used to like. Another cousin most likely.

The next was the Bones, which makes sense considering Sirius was engaged to Amelia Bones.

But there was something at the last written in bold letters, something that Harry had been explained to by his parents after they got past the outburst caused by that certain tit-bit of information,

Lastly, under absolutely no circumstances is our son ever go to Vernon and Petunia Dursley. Muggle relatives of Lady Lily Potter, they hate magic and Lily herself, so he would not be given a childhood. So mote it be.

Also, should the worst does happen to us, then it was Peter Pettigrew that has betrayed us. He was our secret keeper, as witnessed by Frank and Alice Longbottom. It was a clever ploy by our close friend Sirius Black, to throw Lord Voldemort off our backs.

Harry's smirk reached epic proportions, Jackpot

He turned to the two men and grinned devilishly.

I know just the person to call.

Alright, that wasn't my best chapter. Sorry about that. There also isn't much happening, but the next chapter is going to be exciting. I promise.

Peace.