There was something watching him, Harry was sure of it. For months since the end of the way he had felt as if he was being followed and felt someone or something's eyes piercing into his very soul and yet he couldn't see anyone. They hadn't tried anything as of yet but it still left him feeling paranoid, jumping at the slightest noises and in general acting like Mad Eye, suspicious of everything, much to his annoyance but he couldn't help it. The Death Eaters they had yet to catch kept making attempts on his life and with the constant presence following him, though he was thankful it didn't follow him into his home of Grimmauld Place, he got very little peace. He'd thought with his new appearance few people would recognise him but of course he had been wrong, the public knew his appearance had changed though not what it had changed because of how diligently he had avoided the press since the end of the battle but for those Death Eaters who had been there at Hogwarts knew and tried to enact revenge for their fallen Lord. Bloody dicks why couldn't they just leave him alone? Oh well, apart from that though it was still nice not getting swarmed by rabid fanatics, he was still thankful that those who had fought for the light had not divulged any information of his new appearance.

Harry made his way through Diagon Ally, heading towards Gringotts to have a heritage test. After a series of tests and examination charms Hermoine had been able to determine that his new appearance was his actual appearance and that when he was a baby a glamour had been cast on his using James Potter's blood to give him the appearance of being his son. Harry still didn't know why he had done so; it was obvious that James wasn't has father. He couldn't help but wonder who his father is and if Lily had cheated on James, knowing that they were married, but then if she had why would James except him? It was confusing to say the least.

The bank had finally finished the repairs that had been caused during his escape of the dragon which he had paid for and apologised for. The goblin had accepted albeit reluctantly. Harry stepped through the doors and made his way to one of the desks. He leaned in to whisper his name and reason for being there, not wanting any other wizard or witch present to overhear. He would do anything to ensure his anonymity remained. The goblin nodded before leading him off to the heritage office, explaining that he would need to let three drops of his blood to fall onto the parchment offered. Harry did so. The paper glowed and seemed to smoke before settling back down. The goblin offered it to him. He looked it over.

Harry James Rogers

Mother: Lily Potter nee Evans (Deceased)

Father: Steven Rogers

Magical Heir of James Potter (Deceased)

Harry stared at the parchment, unsure of what to make of it. His father was alive, maybe he could find him. Did the man know about him? Why had he left him? Had his mother cheated on James with the man? Harry's mind swirled with all the questions he had.

"Mr Rogers your mother left you a letter to be opened when you became aware of your heritage." The goblin offered said letter.

"…Thank you," Harry mumbled before accepting it.

To my baby boy,

If your reading this it means that I'm not around to tell you myself and I'm sorry, I hope you know how much myself and James love you. As you may have found out by now James was not your father but rather your step father. He loved you just as much as I and adopted you magically, claiming you as his heir. I'm sorry for you not knowing the truth but we had to protect you and James offered to help. You see your birth father was an American hero, he fought in world war two and had enemies who had tried to kill us.

I met him when my parents divorced and I moved to America with my father. He was a kind man and I loved him with all my heart and I'm sorry to tell you this but he died before you were born. I fled America with you my arms and James took us in to protect us. We cast glamours on you so that you could pass as James' son and your father's enemies wouldn't find us.

I know he would have been proud of you and loved you and I hope you know that both James and I love you just as much. Oh my baby I hope that you find happiness and someone to truly love as I loved Steve. I know you'll grow to be a man just as good as your father and have his hero complex, just please be careful.

Love Mum

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Harry wiped the tears from his eyes. It was nice knowing how much he was loved. His mother's words had helped to reassure him but also confused him for she had said that his birth father was dead when the heritage test said that he was alive. Perhaps his father had father had gone missing or…he couldn't think of any reason in particular. He'd have to try to find the man and ask him.

On coming out of the bank Harry sensed the presence again, it was much closer than before, almost as though there was something behind him. Suddenly he froze and turned. Before him was a sickly looking man with pale skin and soulless black eyes. He was thin and his cheeks hollow, giving his face the appearance of a skull but what was more disconcerting was the sinister smile the man wore that sent a shiver down Harry's spine. The man was wearing a black cloak that swayed in a breeze of its own.

Harry gripped the elder wand, his own having stopped working after the battle.

"Hello," The stranger greeted.

"Urr…Hi? Can I help you?" Harry asked in confusion. When Death Eaters attacked him they never offered any pleasantries, rather they attacked him on sight. Maybe the man wasn't a death eater but Harry still kept his grip on his wand as a precaution.

"Would you like to meet your father? Would that please you?" The man questioned.

Harry shot forward, aiming his wand at the man's throat. If the people around noticed the altercation no one voiced it.

"Who are you?" Harry demanded, digging his wand deeper into the man's throat.

"I am a representative of death," the man replied.

Harry froze. His eyes went wide and he backed away, only then noticing that the world around had frozen. A feeling of dread filled him.

"W-why are you here?" Harry stuttered.

"Death is indisposed at the moment but she wishes to please you, her new master, so as to take your favour for your assistance is needed in events to come," the man explained. "Now do you wish to meet your father?"

Harry found himself nodding before he could fully comprehend all that had been said. The man tapped his forehead and Harry James Rogers vanished into thin air.