Note:

I apologize for the typo in Chapter 4. I meant to type TED TONKS IS A MUGGLE (NOT MUGGLE-BORN)! Never would I have guessed the first private message I would receive is one filled with rage and flame over that mistake. Seeing all the reactions is rather amusing, so I don't think I will be correcting it.

If I offended anyone, I sincerely apologize. Thanks for all the reviews and such.

I guess I should say a little about myself. My name is _ (fill in your favourite name), and I am _ (fill in your favourite number) years-old. I live in the magical lands of _ (fill in your favourite mythological location), and I am a proud _ (fill in your favourite barbaric occupation).

Hope you enjoyed my unofficial introduction and Thanks for Reading!


Chapter 6

Harry sat on the ground in Tonks's room staring out the darkened window into the night. Legs folded, he stayed motionless surrounded by heaps of opened books forming a paper fort around the boy.

Tonks silently stepped into the room without Harry noticing. Her crimson red hair emphasized by her shimmering black nightgown. The girl stalked towards the silent boy and pounced on his back.

"WOTCHER!" Tonks laughed as she flung her arms around his waist.

"Stop it, Tonks," Harry smiled, turning around to look at the girl. "Where are your mother and father?"

"Dad's already asleep. He went to check up on your shop today and found that it was still in one piece. Mum's not back yet, and she wouldn't tell me where she was going other than she is running some errands for you."

"I have to thank them tomorrow," Harry said, "What time is it right now?"

"It's well past midnight, mister!" Tonks growled, "You locked yourself with my books for the entire day. I thought you were going to come out for lunch or dinner!"

"Sorry, there was just so much to... learn, but I now have a better grasp over all the confusing things."

"Well, you should sleep soon. Mum said that she is taking you to Gringotts tomorrow for some reason. I don't think you have an account though, so it's probably not for money."

"This book here says otherwise," Harry pointed at the title Noble Houses of Great Britain. "I'm betting that there should be at least a few coins left for me."

"Gringotts is a wizarding bank, Harry. The families in that book are all very old and rich. No offense, but you're probably neither."

"Are there many Potter families then?" Harry asked in confusion, "The book states that the Potters are one of the thirteen founding families, and your mother said I was the last Potter, so I assumed that the Potter family mentioned in the book is mine."

"Hold your horses mister," Tonks stared, "Your last name is Fitzroy, right?"

"But my birth family is the Potter family."

"But the last Potter... YOU ARE HARRY FUCKING POTTER? THAT EXPLAINS THE SCAR! I KNEW IT ALL ALONG! I knew it..." Tonks screamed as she began shaking the boy like a rag doll.

Pushing her painful claws aside, Harry massaged his tender shoulders.

"Sorry, I thought your mother would have mentioned it to you."

"No, she didn't! Why didn't you say anything! You had enough time before you locked yourself up after breakfast! And to think we even slept together!"

Once again ignoring her last comment, Harry sighed. "Well, I am Harry Potter, but I am also still Harry Fitzroy. Nothing has changed, Tonks, other than my discovering of the magical world."

"But now it means you're so bloody rich!" Tonks exclaimed, "BLAH! I should have accepted your proposal this morning. Oh, what a fool I have been."

"I sometimes don't know if you are joking or not," Harry sighed in defeat. No matter how much composure he had, he still found himself at a loss for words before the girl.

"And that's how we should keep it," Tonks smirked. "Now how about we ditch these books you find so sexy and have an enjoyable conversation before we go to bed."

"We?" Harry gulped.

Tonks winked and crooked a finger at him, signaling him to join her on the bed seductively.

"We don't have a guest bedroom, so you have to either sleep with me or my parents."

"I-I'll take the couch," Harry stammered.

"There is no escape Mr. POTTER!" Tonks laughed menacingly. Whipping out her wand, she locked the door magically and floated Harry into her lap.

"That's not fair!" Harry complained, face turning red.

"Life is not fair, deal with it," Tonks said as she began tickling the helpless teen.


The next morning, Harry discovered that Tonks did indeed have a guest bedroom. Nymphadora received a scolding from her mother for binding him to the bed as a snuggle toy for the entire night.

After a relatively calm and peaceful breakfast, Harry changed into a set of Ted's robes which were 'magicked' into his size. Harry thought Tonks was about to change to more formal wizarding attire but was regrettably informed that she would be wearing her extra small Beatles tank top and a pair of short shorts to the Gringotts meeting. Although Harry wasn't expecting regular means of transportation, he was in no way prepared to lose all his stomach contents when he discovered firsthand the effects of floo travel.

Once he arrived at Gringotts, Harry, Tonks, and Andromeda were escorted into a private assembly chamber, a marble room with an oval stone table in the center allowing for twelve seats, where a very regal Scottish old woman and an anxious black-haired man, who looked slightly ragged, sat waiting.

"Mr. Potter, my name is Minerva McGonagall, and this man here is Sirius Black," Minerva introduced as Harry, Tonks, and Andromeda settled into the room.

"Very nice to meet you Mrs. McGonagall, Mr. Black," Harry smiled wearily.

"You have much to learn Mr. Potter," Sirius said in grave decorum. "I am the head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, and you will address me accordingly."

"I am sorry Lord Black. If you insist on the formalities, I am the head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, and you will address me accordingly."

"Not yet you're not! Tonks must have taught you that answer!" Sirius laughed as he spun around in his chair, "I'm just joking with you Harry, you never have to be formal around me. It's been so many bloody years! If not for Headmistress McGonagall sitting here, I would be cradling you right now!"

"Mr. Black, behave yourself!" Minerva glared.

"You're still acting like a ten-year old," Tonks sighed. "When will you ever grow up."

"What about you, cousin?" Sirius smirked, "Now that you are already twenty-"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Tonks snapped as she turned to Harry, "Don't listen to him mister, I am as young as you, got it?"

Harry nodded feverishly while Sirius chuckled.

"Trying to corrupt such an innocent soul already?" Sirius grinned evilly, "He is my godson, so technically you are cousins once removed. Now I don't support inbreeding, but you young folks can do whatever you want. As long as Harry consents."

Tonks tried to formulate a witty response, but her severe case of blushing stopped her from saying anything.

"Ahem," the goblin sitting at the far end of the table coughed, "Get friendly on your own time, I am here for official business."

"Spoilsport," Sirius coughed back.

McGonagall shot him another warning glare and turned her attention to the goblin. "We are ready to begin."

"My name is Snithear, general account manager for the Potter family," the goblin introduced, "Our business here today is to discuss the inheritance of Mr. Potter, the adoption and guardianship of Mr. Potter, and discuss any issue that might arise. Before we begin, I will require three drops of blood from Potter heir apparent to formally identify him."

Upon Snithear's signal, a smaller goblin carrying a small silver knife and a stone basin the size of a small table approached Harry.

"Shall we begin?" the goblin asked Harry, who was not enjoying the look on the goblin's face.

"What should I - AH!"

The goblin sliced the palm of Harry's hand before he finished his words, and held the stone basin next to his palm and collected three drops of the splashing blood. Rubbing his palm, Harry discovered that it was already healed and the pain had left the moment it came.

"Very good Mr. Potter," Snithear said nonchalantly, "You are currently underage, so you may not access your main family vault unless explicitly stated in your parents' will, which to my understanding does not exist. There is a trust vault with a yearly salary of a eight hundred galleons active since your birth, and you may access it whenever you wish. The amount in your vault is capped at twenty-four thousand galleons. Your trust vault number is 687, and this is the key to access it. This bag here is a bottomless coin pouch directly connected to your vault, and only you may use it. Are there any questions about banking affairs at this point?"

"Yes I do have a few, but none of them are in need of an immediate explanation."

"Very good Mr. Potter. Any financial records will be in this folder, and I will give you a copy at the end of our session."

Harry nodded.

"Now we must discuss the matter concerning your legal guardianship," Snithear said.

"His guardian will be me," Sirius eagerly stated, "His parents named me his godfather, and I will fully honour that responsibility."

"I am afraid that is not an option, Lord Black," Snithear grinned, "Both his legal and magical guardians are already instated."

"That bloody old git fled from the law!" Sirius raged, "He can't have guardianship over Harry anymore!"

"I am not talking about Mr. Dumbledore," the goblin grinned widened to the point of sheer horror, "He has never been the young man's guardian. The roles have been granted to Elizabeth Florent Fitzroy née Humphrey and William Cladian Fitzroy fourteen years ago on November the fourth."

"My parents..." Harry whispered in shock.

"Hold on," Tonks interrupted, "Aren't they Harry's muggle parents who own the coffee shop?"

"They do own the Fitzroy Fountain," answered Snithear, "But I would not go so far as to call them muggles."

"They are squibs then," Sirius muttered, "How can they do this? They adopted him only days after Voldemort's attack, but they never mentioned that the Harry is alive to the rest of the world? How could they! They have no right to..."

"I will not stand to hear my parents being insulted," Harry calmly interjected while shooting a stern glare at Sirius, "If not for them, I would have frozen to death on the streets. They gave me a home and they raised me as their son. I owe my life to my parents. I do not doubt for one moment that they had my best interest at heart when they decided not to share this information with me or my information with the rest of the world."

"Well said, Mr. Potter," Minerva applauded, though Sirius looked slightly wounded, "Loyalty, trust, and love are qualities that you know well. But I would like to know how this came to be? How was Harry hidden so close in London for all these years?"

"That I cannot say," Snithear replied, "We are not obligated to share this information, so we did not disclose it. Anything else you must ask the Fitzroys themselves, but looking at their recent travel payments, it might be a long time until you can contact them."

Sirius stared in disbelief. "Where did they..."

"I do not know," Snithear interjected, "And even if I did, I cannot tell you. If you have no more questions, I will leave the room for your privacy."

"Thank you very much," Minerva nodded, "We will summon for you if further questions arise."

The two goblins left without another word, closing the large stone walls behind them. The meeting room was now silent, with each occupant lost in her own thoughts.

"Sooooooooo," Tonks broke the silence, "Harry's parents are actually magical then. How come I've never heard of the Fitzroy name?"

"Neither have I," Sirius shook his head, "And I was forced know all of the 'respectable' families as my dear mother used to say."

"They might be a second-generation muggle born family," Andromeda proposed, "We will have to do a bit of research and investigation, since meeting Harry's parents is not an option at this point."

Seeing that the boy is still deep in thought, Tonks wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulder.

"This has been a lot of information," Tonks said, "Before we dig too deep into this, we should give Harry and Sirius some time to catch up. I'll leave you guys alone and go run a couple of errands. Tell me if you guys need me to do anything."

"Hang on a minute, Ms. Tonks," Minerva shot Tonks a glare, sending shivers down the young girl's spine, "We have yet to discuss the attack that occurred two nights ago."

Tonks flinched but did not allow her nervousness to show. "There isn't much to say. I was doing the job assigned to me, and I came across the three Deatheaters. They ambushed me and summoned my wand, but I was able to escape to Harry's shop. I guess my mum filled you in on most of it?"

"Ms. Tonks, do you take us for fools?" McGonagall's eyebrows twitched dangerously, flaring her intimidating temper, "I have personally spoken to Director Bones about your assignment and the reason of the attack, and she had stated that your duty was to simply patrol the ministry entrance from eight in the morning to six in the evening. There was no reason for you to be about at midnight around the ministry. Furthermore, how did you manage to simply 'come across' a Deatheater ambush while you were off duty?"

"Well, professor, you see..."

"DO NOT LIE TO ME MS. TONKS!" McGonagall screamed, causing Tonks to yelp and shield herself using Harry, "YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN KILLED. NOW TELL ME THE TRUTH OR MERLIN FORBID WHAT MIGHT BECOME OF YOU!"

"I-I really can't tell you, professor," Tonks managed to say.

"Do not call me professor, Ms. Tonks," Minerva shook her head disapprovingly, "I never taught anyone of mine to lie and throw herself in danger. I am disappointed in you. Tell me the truth before I am forced to take certain actions."

Tonks looked pleadingly at the enraged headmistress. Upon seeing that her puppy-dog eyes were a lost cause on the stern woman, she turned her eyes to Harry and Andromeda, but both simply frowned in concern. She then turned desperately to her father and Sirius, the two people who usually relented to all her whims, but she found none of the support she had expected. Returning her gaze to rest upon Harry, she found the motivation to tell whatever secrets she was holding. She smiled ruefully at the young boy, face aged with a maturity rarely manifested in her, and nodded.

"Very well, Headmistress," Tonks said quietly, turning to Sirius, "Why don't you take Harry to his vaults or shopping?"

"I should be..." Sirius began but was shot down by Tonks's glare of warning, "Okay. Bonding time it is then, pup. Come with your hairy dogfather -you get the joke right- who is going to teach you everything you will need to know about your world and there is much catching up to do. How I've missed you! I still remember your first diaper change like it was only yesterday."

Sirius marched from his seat and led Harry towards the door by his shoulder. Harry took one last glance at Tonks to see the sadness in her eyes and a hint of regret. Knowing it was not his place to object, Harry followed his godfather out of the automatically opened stone doors and into the cold lobby of the busy bank.