A/N: Something, I have thought people would wonder about is Harry's lack of talking, and how he had no permanent damage. I was not clear on this in the previous chapters, but Harry would talk in school and such. Just never ever to the Dursleys. As to why his voice was hoarse, school had been out for a month about, also why Hogwarts is for the most part empty. Well, here is chapter three.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.

Harry couldn't believe what he had just heard. He felt a flare of anger in him.

The fact, that Neville had been back, but not stuck to the plan, he couldn't understand why.

Harry, deciding to get back at him for it, decided to play dumb. He wiped the pumpkin juice off the table, and turned to look at Albus.

He secretly winked at him and then turned back to Neville, to see Neville watching him impatiently.

Harry gaped at him, schooled his face to one of wonderment. "I have a god-brother?" He asked in wonder.

Neville's face was marked with confusion. "I thought you were told a long time ago." he exclaimed.

Harry shook his head no, giving Albus a sympathetic look; as he was getting his head bitten off by Mrs. Longbottom.

Neville gave him a searching look. He then turned toward his grandmother and Albus.

"Professor Dumbledore, Grandma, can Harry and I go around the castle and talk?"

"Nevile! Apolog-."

"No dear, it is quite alright," Albus interrupted her. "How about a cuppa with Minerva?"

Neville's grandmother sighed. "That would be nice Albus," she gave Neville a long look. "Behave."

And with that, Neville pulled Harry out of the office and down to corridor.

"Do you know where you're going?" Harry asked Neville.

Neville looked at Harry as if he was crazy. "No Harry, I just have seven years of experience around the castle."

Harry put a brief hurt look on his face. "Well, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was customary for other children to already be acquainted with the castle."

Neville shot Harry an annoyed look. "Come off it Harry, no one is around right now."

Harry put a really confused look on face. "What are you talking about?"

Neville stopped and looked lost for a minute. "You're telling me, you, are not you?"

Harry stopped and gapped at him. "Of course I'm me. Who else would I be?"

Neville sighed and put his hand on his face. "I worded that wrong. Are you you, but also a different you?"

Harry tilted his head toward him. "Do you mean, as in if I change over time? Because everyone changes over time."

Neville sighed and shook his head. "Never mind then, what do you like to do? How did you get introduced to the magical world?"

Harry sighed, deciding to stop the game now. "Well I was introduced to the magical world by my friend Hagrid, when I was eleven. I also love quidditch.

Neville stopped mid walk, and turned toward Harry. "Yo-you? W-wh-why?" He then stopped and punched Harry in the arm.

"Why? When?" He asked looking annoyed.

Harry sighed and looked at him. "I got back, on October 31, 1981."

Neville looked at him with his mouth hanging open. "Wow. That is, just wow."

Harry nodded, "I assumed you guys had made it back right then too. As time went on I had my doubts, and soon, I was not sure you two had come back at all."

Neville sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Wow, I mean, that really sucks. You have no clue if Ginny has arrived, right?"

Harry nodded somberly. "I'm, I'm glad you're here at least. How long after he sent me, did he send you?"

Neville responded, "It felt about a half a minute. Why?"

Harry looked at him. "Well," he began slowly. "maybe that's why we came in at different times. "Ginny probably won't even be here for a little bit longer."

Neville sighed and nodded. "Well, we have three years to blow until we're in Hogwarts. What should we do?"

Harry looked around them once again. "Albus already knows."

"He does?!"

Harry nodded sheepishly, "I kind of got myself in a sticky situation, and he had to bail me out. He is on our side I think. Only time will tell, if he tries to manipulate this toward his means, we'll use his past against him."

Neville swallowed thickly and nodded.

"-Anyways. I got myself caught by Old Mad-Eye, and his buddy aurors came in. Long story short, I was taken up on trial, put under truth serum, and Dumbles pulled some awesome Obliviation bull-shit. It was pretty cool actually."

Neville nodded chuckling. "He always was awesome, don't get me wrong alright, but I kind of hope during this war we can see him in action."

Harry nodded wistfully. "I still hope it ends quickly however. I want no chance at what happened last time."

Neville got a sad look in his eye. "Yeah, ending the war as quick as it begins, or even better. Having no war would be amazing."

Harry nodded wistfully, "imagine, Tommy has no time to do anything. He comes out of the cauldron and get's and AK in the ass."

Neville, then did an interpretation of a haughty man rising, and the promptly falling back down.

Harry chuckled at that. A comfortable silence settled as they explored the castle they had once lost."

Have you received your item yet? Or power?" Neville asked, breaking the silence.

Harry sighed and shook his head, "it sure as hell would be nice though; but in all honesty how would it work?"

"What do you mean?" Neville prompted.

"Well think about it, how can there be two Elder Wands in this world." Harry responded.

Neville gave him a thoughtful look, "maybe you'll just have to do without it."

Harry stopped dead in his tracks at those words. "No, no, no, no, no. Sorry mate, I'm going to get my Phoenix wand of course, but the power the Elder Wand gives, is amazing. I feel naked without it, when I start using magic again I'm going to need it."

Neville sighed and gave Harry a look, "watch yourself Harry."

Harry nodded his head acceptance. "I'm not like that."

Neville gave him a stiff nod. "Anyways, what's the plan from here?"

Harry looked at him, "later, seeing as our plan has gone to shite, and we're basically trying to pick up the pieces of it, I should think we have none."

Neville looked at him thunderstruck "so we're flying in blind?"

Harry looked at him thoughtfully, "not really. We have Dumbs, also we're going to have Padfoot, and hopefully Moony too."

Neville nodded at him. "It's going to be weird."

Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well think about it. Hermione is going to be bookish and snobbish, and well… sane. Ron is going to be immature still. Evan is never going to become the warrior, you and Remus will not be as close. I have to start over with everyone too." Neville explained.

Harry nodded, understanding some. They had reached the Black Lake now, and sat down under a tree next to it.

"Hermione, we'll have to work out of that. Ron, will grow up. Evan, well it's good he won't have to be one. Remus and I will be fine with Padfoot alive, we'll become closer than ever too. Hopefully Teddy won't just be a dream in his mom's stomach now."

Neville gave him a pained look and nodded. "What are the plans for now then? Where are you staying?"

Harry actually blanched at that, "do, do you think we can let your grandmother in on our secret?"

Neville gave him a look. "Why?"

Harry sighed, "I want to stay at Potter Manor, but it will be weird, alone and all. Also for you to visit without complicating things a lot, it would be better if it is not in secret."

Neville nodded at that, "we'll ask Dumbledore."

Harry nodded, "want to head back up now, I'll explain stuff to Albus."

Neville nodded, and they made their way back up in silence. They reached the gargoyle again without interruption.

Neville gave Harry a look. Harry nodded and stepped up. "Right," he coughed, "Lemon Drops." Nothing happened.

Neville patted him on the back. "Nice one mate."

Harry turned at him and glared. "Bertie Botts every flavor beans, no? OK, Fizzing Whizzbees, Fizzy Wizzy, Chocolate frogs, Candy in a can, cockroach clusters, Exploding Bon-bons Acid pops dammit!"

Neville was snickering really hard by now. Harry turned around with all intents of scolding him, until he saw the three adults watching him with varying expressions.

Dumbledore with a shining twinkle and curved lips walked up the the gargoyle. "Mars-bars."

"You've got to be kidding me!" Harry exclaimed. "A muggle candy!"

Neville burst out laughing now and slid down to the ground.

Dumbledore smiled serenely. "I believe you wanted to talk to us Mr. Potter, why don't you come in. Minerva, the chat was fun, but alas, it's time for business. I'm afraid this is quite private, and unless Mr. Potter gives me the go, it will remain so. He looked at Harry.

Harry shook his head no.

Mcgonagall huffed and turned around, walking off.

As the four of them got situated in Dumbledore's office, Harry looked at him. "I want to let Neville's gran know seeing as he's in the deep of it, it will make everything much easier."

She immediately straightened. "Let me know what?"

Harry looked to Albus for help. Albus pulled something out of his desk drawer, he wrote something down on a piece of parchment and handed the items to Harry. Looking down, he saw it was his bank key, and the permission to have access to the full Potter estates.

Neville's grandmother's eyes widened at seeing that. "Albus, what?"

He smiled mysteriously at her. "All will be revealed in time my . Longbottom," he said, offering him his wand. "Take out what you want to show her, I assume you know how?"

Neville nodded, taking it, ignoring his grandmother's protests and pulled out a long strand of memory, silently conjured a vial, and put it in. Giving Albus back his wand then walking toward the floo.

Harry nodded at Albus, smiled apologetically to Neville's grandmother. Following Neville into the floo, "Diagon Alley!" He shouted, spinning into a world of ash.

Harry spun out, and was caught by Neville. He nodded at him. They made their way to Gringotts, trying to draw as little attention as possible.

They made their way in the building. "Hi I'd like to speak to a Goblin about the Potter estates." Harry started.

They walked out of Gringotts nearly an hour later, and quite frankly, and annoyingly, Neville could not stop laughing.

"You, you thought THAT small vault was your main one? That was your parents vault mate." Neville exclaimed between gasps of breath.

Harry glared at him, "well it's good to know I can buy the world one hundred times over, and still have enough to buy it again."

Neville started laughing again, "alright, let's get you a wand Neville, myself too. until MY wand comes."

Neville glared lightly at Harry for saying that. "Yeah, let's get our wands for now."

Harry nodded, not missing the glare sent at him at bringing up the Elder Wand.

He pulled Neville into a side alley, and wandlessly summoned black cloaks for them. Used a charm to make them look taller, and modify their voice. Then, he abruptly sunk to the ground.

"Harry!" Neville exclaimed, helping him up. "What happened?"

"It's just," Harry started, "using that much wandless magic was taxing on my old body, let alone this one. Just let me rest for a minute."

After about a minute of sitting their, Harry stood up. "Well, let's get going."

Neville hurried to catch up with him. "We're going to our old provider?"

Harry nodded at him. As they walked into Knockturn alley, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Dementor charm," he mouthed to Neville. He saw Neville nod, and Neville cast the charm on himself, and Harry.

After that, they made their way toward the wand shop in relative peace.

They walked into the shop, and immediately Neville dropped the charm on them.

The owner of the shop walked out of a back room. "How can I help you?" He asked watching them warily.

Neville stepped forward. "We need two wands, with hidden wand holsters, along without a trace on them, within the hour. for 300 gallons, no more, no less."

The man looked taken aback for a moment. "Now see here, you can't just."

"Now." Harry whispered in parseltongue.

The shop owner gaped at him. "You're a parselmouth!"

Harry nodded at him, "I suggest you get on that, or you won't like what happens."

The man nodded vigorously, "you first sir." He said looking at Harry.

Harry walked up to him and help out his hand. Move your hand over the counter, and tell me when you feel a magical pull." Harry nodded.

He nodded at the one that he felt a pull off of.

"Yew," the man said. "Now, move your hand along the buckets, let me know which one you feel the most pull from."

Harry nodded and repeated the process. "Phoenix feather!" The man said excitedly.

Harry felt a chill run down his body.

"I need to measure you to determine the length of the wand." The man said. Harry nodded and let him do his thing.

The man, after looking at the measurements, looked up and said: "the final results, will be a 13 ½ inch yew wand, with Phoenix feather core."

Harry felt his blood run cold.

"That's fine." He heard Neville answer for him.

"Alright," the man said. He looked at Neville, "it's your turn now."

Neville nodded and walked over to him, repeating the same process Harry had just done.

They walked out of the shop, thirty minutes later with their new wands.

Neville turned on Harry right when they got out. "I know it's no coincidence, that our wands are the exact same as each others, and Voldemort's, but they are not his!" Neville said firmly.

I snapped out of my revive, and nodded at him. "Yeah, you're right. It's just, I don't know. Odd."

Neville nodded. "Well, are you ready to go to Potter Manor?" He asked with a hint of excitement.

Harry perked up at that, having forgotten temporarily. "Let's go!" He said with excitement.

Neville pointed his new wand at the portkey. "Activate." He said in a strong voice.

Harry grabbed onto it at the last second and felt the jerk behind his nasal.

They landed with a soft thump, in front of a beautiful looking place. It was not overly large, but still had a grand theme about it.

They walked into the manor, expecting to see it in a state of dust and decay, instead to see a house elf waiting for them.

"Master Harry?" It asked seeing Harry, tears welling up in its large, vividly violet eyes.

Harry nodded awkwardly, and started patting the house-elf on the back when it ran and hugged his knees.

"I has been waiting a long time for masters to return. Where is masters James and Lily?" She asked.

Harry looked down, "they're dead," he said sadly. She gasped in surprise, and started crying harder.

"I's so sorry master Harry, I should have been there."

"It's fine." He said weakly. "Could you do somethings for us?"

"Of course master Harry, of course." she exclaimed excitedly.

"First," he said looked kindly at her." Can you prepare five rooms. It is just us for now, but most likely we will have more. Second is their food in the house? If not, can you get some, however you did for my parents. Third, is their a place where four portraits are hidden in the manor?"

She looked at him with excitement. "The rooms will be done sirs, there is a small amount of food for me's, but I'll go get what old masters used to like. There is a room across from old masters room, behind a wall. I do not know how to open the wall, I always just pop in."

Harry nodded at her. "Thank you…?" He left off feeling bad.

"My name is Violet, sirs." she said and then popped away, presumedly to do what he had asked.

Neville elbowed him in the ribs. "It fits." He said laughing. At Harry's look, he continued. "Her eyes."

Harry nodded in comprehension. "Ready to officially meet the marauders."

Neville laughed and nodded. After a half-hour of exploring, and finally finding his parents old room they stood in-front of the wall across from it.

Harry cleared his throat. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." The wall in front of them morphed into itself, and revealed a cosy, albeit dark room.

They walked into it, and instantly a fireplace toward the right lit up. Facing it, was a couch, and above the couch, were four painting embroidered in gold.

Harry smiled at seeing the shocked but delighted faces on all of them, and then one lit a rage in him. "You!" he sputtered, and pulled out his wand ready to blast it into pieces.

"Wait!" Three collective voices shouted, and he was confused as his father, Remus and Sirius all, pushed into his portrait. \

Harry stopped his curse at the last second. "What?!" He asked/snapped.

"Harry he is not a death eater." His father said.

Harry snorted at that, "Bull-shit! I've seen it for myself."

"If I may," Pettigrew asked. at which James nodded so he continued. "I don't know what I have done in the future Harry. I presume it was something to do with their death." He said pointing at the other three. "But right now I am no Death Eater."

Harry snorted at that, "oh yes, I can imagine you didn't pull your sleeve up when you were being painted." He snarled.

"Harry you've got it all wrong!" James exclaimed. "These are paintings, but they're not."

Neville spoke up for the first time. "Explain." He demanded curiously.

"All magical paintings are like this, he said. You put a drop of your blood on a charmed frame, and wall-a. you have a magical painting of yourself." James explained.

"If you want proof, I have a birthmark on the left arse-cheek. I can show you, and I sure as hell did not let him paint it!" Sirius exclaimed.

Harry sighed, and lowered his wand. "It's… It's just hard, when I think of Pettegrew, I think of the betrayer of my parents, death eater. Not… This!"

Peter nodded at him. "Would you mind telling me what I did to kill them?" He asked nervously.

Harry looked at the other three curiously, "you're not mad at that, that he you know, screwed everything up?"

Sirius barked out a laughter and Remus chuckled. "If we ever met the Peter of your time, we'd have words for him; but we cannot blame this PAINTING of him, that at this time is our best friend and has no malicious intent toward us now." James explained.

"Tell that to Sirius." The four marauders looked at him curiously. "I thought you said we were all dead." Sirius demanded.

Harry sighed. "No. I said that he," pointing at Pettegrew. "Screwed everything up."

"Explain." James demanded.

"Well," Harry began, "the short story is: He gave My mother and fathers location to Voldemort, resulting in their death. He had Sirius framed for it, where he now resides in Azkaban, to this day. Also, old Remus here now is in a deep depression, barely getting by job to job."

Sirius shuddered. "You're breaking me out, right kid?" Harry laughed and nodded. "In fact,-" Harry was interrupted by Neville. "Hold that thought Harry. He looked at the marauders, can we call you by your nicknames, it will get really confusing, once Remus and Sirius get here."

They nodded, so Harry continued. "I want to write a letter to Remus, telling him to get his sorry ass over here. You know him best, he said pointing toward Moony." At his nod he started to continue then stopped.

I have someone who can help you. He said, pulling out the shrunken painting where his father came from. He resized it, and yelled into it: "Come out and play!"

The marauders snorted, someone was coming into the painting, becoming more and more clear. Finally, a harassed looking James Potter walked out.

"Ye… Woah." He said looking at the other painting of him. "Who is that dashingly handsome, probably amazing personality, great looking quidditch player?"

It was dead quiet for a second, then everyone burst out laughing. Paintings included. "What did you need me for Harry? You know you should really come visit your mom too, only one of us can travel through per time."

Harry nodded. "Later. For now we need to get Remus here. You knew him when I was born. These clowns here, -'hey!'- only knew me when I was, what? Two months in mum's stomach? -It was three!- So we need your help, along with Moony's to write a fool-proof letter to get him here.

"I would imagine just sending a normal letter would work." At seeing everyone's blank look he continued. "Of course we could always go overboard." Everyone cheered at that.

A man was sitting next to a fire with a mug of tea in his hand. Sipping it slowly. Then suddenly, as flash of smoke, sounding like a Deer's bay, a dog's bark, a wolf's howl, and a rats squeak.

Not hearing this since before that sad halloween night, he had every right to be panicked. He was the last real marauder alive.

He walked over to it, muttering the only revealing spells he knew. When he deemed it was safe enough, he picked it up and read it.

After a half-minute of reading, he collapsed back into the chair, sobbing, but shaking with laughter at the same time.

Dear Moony,

You may know me by many names, one being most sexy boy alive, another being most amazing person alive. We should just stick with Prongs jr. for now. I hear you were acquainted with some old paintings I have found in Potter Manor. If it is not your time of the month, -which if it is I'm pretty sure they have pads for it-. anyways, when you're ready. Stop reading and say the magic words to activate the portkey which is this parchment. The magic words are ""Prongs jr. is the most amazing thing in the world." yes, read it in your head multiple times. When you're sure you know what you're saying. Open your eyes. Look up at the fire (assuming you have one). And say the most true statement of your live.

That didn't work? It wasn't going to in the first place. Now you're done looking stupid, time for the real activation code, say, the code for the old map, you know the one that was taken by Flich. See you in a bit! Hopefully..

P.S : Assuming you get this at the wrong time, and Moony decides this is a good snack, or you're just being plain Moody, and don't want to respond, I'm going to send these every day, with more extravagant and noticeable ways.

Love,

Harry Potter.

A/N: cheers! Hope you liked the chapter, also the pole is still up! This is the second chapter I promised before school was up! And with a week to spare, now finals!