A/N: I'm so sorry I have not updated. Been busy. Had a recent birthday! I feel so old.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything unfortunately. Except for Kyi and Kai. Those are mine. I am highly possesive of them. I kid. Enjoy.

Leaving the Dursley's home had never been a problem for Harry, but after the everything that had happened earlier that day it was very hard to do so. Had anyone told him anytime before that day he would miss the Dursleys, Harry would have said they desperately needed the ministrations of the healers at St. Mungos. But now…well he missed them.

So here he was, laying down in his bed in the Griffindor dorm, sulking. He knew he was acting childish, but he had been getting on with them and he had wished perhaps they could begin a different form of relationship. Why did the old goat choose then to bring him to Hogwarts?

Harry let out a sigh as he raised his arms to link his hands beneath his head. He looked around the room, silently giving thanks that no one was around to grill him about his day. Although, he supposed that would come later at dinner with the rest of the Hogwart's professors and staff.

He closed his eyes, remembering what had happened after the whole "Cookie problem" back at the Dursley home. Harry's lips twitched before lifting to form a smile.

Dumbledore had stared at Harry for some time before conceding that a few hours would be okay, as long as he would go with them without any more fuss. Harry had turned to the Dursleys and gave them a magnificent smile.

His aunt and cousin had returned his smile with one of their own. Even his uncle had grinned at him. They had gathered around the table once again and had begun having a conversation. Harry, sensing that the other five felt left out, had motioned for them to get closer.

With a glance at Remus, Harry introduced him to the Dursleys as his godfather and friend. The werewolf's eyes had glazed over and had smiled lightly. Harry knew that introducing him as such meant a lot to the older man, and he had meant what he said. Vernon had then looked Remus up and down before motioning for him to sit down. Remus had looked so surprised, Harry had to stifle a giggle.

After Harry had introduced the rest of the visitors, Tonks had come around towards Petunia. She had been in the process of changing her hair from her usual bright pink to a more natural shade, for fear that she might offend his aunt.

"Oh my," his aunt had exclaimed. Harry had tensed suddenly, wondering if the new relationship between his aunt and him would strain and break with the use of magic happening around her. He had not been prepared for when she reached out to grab Tonk's hand and say excitedly, "Can you teach me to do that too? I would like to try a different shade on my hair but I was always scared of what it would turn out to look like. Magic would make that irrelevant wouldn't it?"

Vernon had gone slack jawed and Dudley had snorted. After having gotten over her shock, Tonks had smiled and asked what color she would like on her hair. His aunt had thought about it before looking over at her husband, nephew, and son.

"I think you would look marvelous with honey colored brown," his uncle had said quietly while looking down. Harry had seen the man turn various shades of purple before, but the red that had covered his face and ears was entirely new. 'He loves her,' he thought. It wasn't a question, just fact.

His aunt had blushed slightly and smiled. "Honey colored brown, then," she said softly.

Not long after that, the cookies had been done baking. The entire kitchen had smelled of cookies. He had helped his aunt serve everyone. After settling down to eat and enjoy, the kitchen was suddenly filled with many voices and different conversations.

Dudley, his uncle, and Remus had begun discussing sports in the wizarding world, while Harry had to translate some of the more confusing references. His aunt had begun a conversation with Tonks and both women were enjoying themselves. Harry had wanted to know the topic of their conversation until they burst into giggles. He was sure, then, that he didn't want to go there.

The other three men were talking amongst themselves occasionally, but mostly they sat and watched. Harry had felt eyes on him while he talked, and had to stop himself from looking up. He knew Dumbles could look into his mind and Harry didn't want that. He wanted his secrets to remain his.

Kyi and Kai were his secrets, and he would not reveal them to anyone he didn't trust. He didn't trust the old goat. Not one bit.

Snape, who was still glaring at his uncle, had not taken a bite of his cookie. 'Maybe he only likes blood,' Harry had joked, thinking Snape really did resemble a bat. Taking his eyes off him for a few seconds, Harry glanced again at Snape only to notice the cookie was gone. It had only been a few seconds. It didn't look like he was eating it so Harry was a little curious as to where the cookie had gone.

Still thinking about the cookie, Harry had made his way up to his room to begin packing. Dudley had gone up to join him. They had enjoyed a small chat, before Remus had come to tell Harry they were leaving.

As he was about to leave, he had walked straight up to his aunt and had pulled her into a hug. He shook his uncle and cousin's hands before walking back to Remus. He waved and told them to write him when he felt the annoying pull apparating created. They had taken him to an unknown house, and then they had flood to Hogwarts.

Harry sighed when he remembered that now he was at Hogwarts. He had a nasty suspicion that things were going to get very complicated soon.

Harry was about to shift in his bed so that he could take a quick nap before having to show up for dinner. All the energy he had felt earlier was leaving him and he was starting to feel tired.

'Harry,' whispered Kai, 'Hedwig is at the window. Let her in.'

At the sound of Kai's voice, Harry lifted himself from the bed to glance at the window. Sure enough there was Hedwig and she was carrying mail.

Frowning, Harry walked towards the window. He wasn't expecting any mail any time soon. Once he reached the window, he unlatched it to let Hedwig in. Rather than wait until he took the letters from him, Hedwig flew to his bed and perched on the table beside it. She waited for him there.

Harry chuckled at Hedwig's behavior. It seemed that since he had talked to her, she was beginning to shed the "common owl" behavior from before. Harry briefly wondered if this was what she was really like all along. 'Yes,' Harry answered to himself, 'She was always different.'

As Harry moved to sit beside her, Hedwig moved to present him with the letters. Taking them from her, Harry was pleasantly surprised to see that it was from the Dursleys. He had sent a letter to them telling them that he was fine and safe and he would very much like it if they would write to him. He hadn't realized that they would have sent a reply. Or three.

Harry looked at the first letter and opened it. It was relatively short and messy.

Hey cousin,
Funny how I never thought I would ever say that to you or write it much less. But that is what you are. My cousin. I wanna say I'm sorry for everything. For beating you up and bullying you. I want to explain why I did it. I was always curious…and jealous of your life. I learned growing up that you were different and I was to treat you like I did. Not much of an excuse but all the same I didn't like you. I have only ever been cared for by my parents and no one else seems to really care. You…you had others that wanted to know you and they liked you. I know you might resent me for everything but I was a kid so please don't hate me.

Your cuz,
Dudley

Ps. Thank you for saving my life. I owe you.

Harry stared at his cousin's letter. He loved how the word cousin was so easy to use now. He refolded the letter and moved on to the second one. Upon opening it, he noticed it was shorter but neater.

Harry,

I was never much of an uncle and I don't know if I'll ever be. I never gave you much reason to share anything with me or to treat me as you have treated me. Thank you for those snacks so long ago. I didn't know it was you. I need you to know. I love your aunt. She seemed to hate everything magical and because I loved her I tried to do the same. To be honest, I was always curious. But as my curiousity grew so did my denial and tantrums until they had escalated. I'm sorry.

Vernon

Harry paused for a moment to think. This was the most his uncle had ever said with regards to his view of magic. Harry had always thought that his uncle had deeply detested magic, but it turns out it was a demonstration for his aunt. Harry didn't know whether to be in awe of how far his uncle had gone to try and make her happy or to be amused that the reason his uncle turned purple was for such a simple reason. Harry laughed out loud. 'He doesn't hate me,' he thought, 'Oh will the wonders never cease.'

Harry put away his uncle's letter to look at the third. It was from his aunt and from the looks of it, she had written plenty for him to read.

Dear nephew,

I would like to apologize, but first I want to tell you the reasons behind my actions. It won't excuse anything I have done. I am simply hoping you can understand why I did it.

Your mother and I were always very close as children. She was my dearest little sister and I loved her. We always did everything together. Then her Hogwart's letter came. I thought my father would have said no and I really wanted him to do so. I didn't want to lose Lily. But she was happy and so I was happy..for a while. She would tell us of what she had seen, what she could do, and what she had learned. Our parents were proud. I was upset.

You see, as a child, I thought like any child would. I found it unfair that she got to live such a life while I had to stand on the sidelines and learn about it from her. I grew to be very jealous of talented Lily. And very upset that everything I was jealous she had was taking her away from me. I did the only thing I could do to cope with my emotions. I learned how to hate her new life. Learned to hate the magic I secretly wanted to be able to do.

When Lily and her husband dies, all we were told was that they had been murdered. No one explained the significance of what had happened that night or that you had witnessed it all. When I saw and heard her as you did that night, I felt my heart break. My little sister died in such a way and I had hurt her son. You have had to live with everything by yourself. I am so sorry. So very sorry. Harry, I loved my sister, had always loved her.

I don't know if I shall ever really forgive myself for what I've put you through or if you would forgive me. Seeing you smile at me earlier gave me hope that you may.

There is another thing I want to tell you Harry, though I would have liked to have told you in person. I remember quite vividly the emotions you felt for your godfather. Not the one we met today but the other one. The one with the crazy eyes and goofy grin. The last memory shown to us was of his death and I saw what that did to you. What you must have thought while dealing with his death.

He was part of your family and losing that has probably made you think that you don't have anyone anymore. But you are wrong, Harry. We are here for you. We may never have acted like a family and we may not deserve your love, but we are here if you wish.

You still have family. And we will be here whenever you need us.

I have always cared for you, you know. I could never manage to get around my own jealousy and loss of your mother to ever let it show. But I saw it there in your eyes. I always saw your mom in you. Lily would have made a wonderful mother. I only wish she could have seen how you will be a wonderful man.

You are my nephew. You are a part of this family, now and forever. Come home whenever you wish. We will have cookies again. Or maybe brownies. It doesn't matter what we will be eating. As long as we are all eating together.

Your aunt,
Petunia

Harry read the letter once, then he reread it. His aunt had called him family. Harry's eyes misted over and felt the prickling of unshed tears. 'Family,' he thought. His heart hurt. He still had family.

He knew that with their past, it would never be perfect but it didn't matter. He still had family.

Harry reread the last paragraph and could help himself but laughing delightedly at it. "Come home whenever you wish" she had wrote. Harry almost sobbed at the words. He had a home. Apart from Hogwarts, Harry had never had a place to call home. He always thought that with Sirius, they could make one. But he thought he had lost it all.

"Home," he whispered.

Another smile finding its way onto his face, Harry looked for paper and ink to reply to their letters. When he was finished he turned to give them to Hedwig, but stopped himself. She had just returned. 'She must feel exhausted,' he reasoned. There was no reason why he couldn't wait until tomorrow to send the letters off.

After he decided, he moved to put the letters away in his trunk. No one may be in the dorm, but he felt uncomfortable leaving them about for others to see. Tucking them safely away, Harry closed the lid to his trunk.

'You should really think about trying to charm that thing locked,' said Kyi to him, making him jump.

Harry looked at his trunk. He realized that he had been very careless with his things. While he didn't have a reason not to trust his dorm mates, they weren't the only ones to get inside. Ginny had done it during second year and Sirius during the third.

Who was to say that a certain old goat and headmaster would not do the same? Harry thought about putting a locking spell on the trunk, but he groaned before actually casting it. The spell Harry had thought about placing was strong. 'But not strong enough that Dumbles wouldn't be able to break it,' he thought miserably.

'Silly Harry,' chorused both voices.

'We have so much knowledge at our disposal,' Kai said cheerfully, 'And we are more than happy to tell you anything you need...'

'So why not use us?' Kyi finished.

Harry thought about it. "Yes," he said out loud, "you both seem to know an awful lot about what to do and say."

'Then use us silly boy,' Kai insisted.

"Okay then. Tell me, oh omniscient ones, what spell I could use to keep my possessions away from prying eyes," Harry said teasingly. Harry held his breath when both voices laughed. He had heard Kyi's laugh before, however it was still as mesmerizing as it had been then. Kai's laugh was deeper, though just as beautiful and just as contagious. Both of their laughter filled him with so much warmth and emotion, he was slightly dazed.

'We are not omniscient, Harry,' Kyi giggled, 'but we come fairly close so I suppose we could overlook it.'

Harry had just been making fun when he had said that, though he supposed if he was to have voices in his head, omniscient voices who knew a lot of things would be better than voices that didn't. He also discovered that having voices that knew things he didn't made him feel better. It only further confirmed they belonged to real people.

'All jokes aside, you should spell lock the trunk now,' Kai said after a while. 'Try this one,' he continued, 'It is usually referred to a marking spell. You essentially coat the object with your magic so that only you may use it. Depending on the strength of the magic, the use can range from preventing others to use it to preventing others from even getting close to it. Seeing as to how you just want to lock it, a low amount of magic is required.'

"And only I can use it? That sounds marvelous! How do I do this?" Harry asked.

'You are going to bleed a little. But don't worry,' Kyi assured him, 'There are no hidden intentions and it only calls for a drop of blood. It isn't dangerous at all.'

'Only to those that try to open it. Your blood and magic will allow no other to open it.' Kai said.

"What happens to those that try," Harry asked hesitantly. He didn't want to severely hurt others by accident.

'Depends on what they try to do to open it. If someone tries to physically try to open it, it will send a wave of magic forcing the person away. It wouldn't cause more than a few bruises,' Kyi said, 'But should they try to use magic, it gets tricky.'

'Your magic will counter other forms of magic evenly,' Kai continued, 'A low level spell will be met with a low level counter and so forth. A high level spell could result in more severe injuries. However, your magic will first give a warning wave. If the other person attempts again, your magic will then meet it with the same amount of force.'

"I see. So there should be no reason for someone to end up hurt since they would have already been warned. And if they are injured, it would have been due to their own foolishness and for wanting something that is not theirs," Harry concluded. This spell could prove to have many uses.

'Yes,' the voices said together.

A thought suddenly came to Harry. "Why isn't this spell used to prevent robberies and more? Is it illegal?" he asked, tensely.

Kyi's laugh made him relax instantly. 'No it's not,' Kyi's voice said.

'Though,' Kai interrupted, 'Since it is blood magic, they might not allow its use. Good thing they don't know about it huh?'

"How could they not know of a spell," Harry asked.

'Because it was lost a long time ago,' Kyi said simply.

'Lost..,' Harry said, not noticing slipping into talking with his mind, 'How did they manage to do that?'

'Easily,' Kyi snorted. 'Humans are fickle and have a tendency to destroy things, the foremost being themselves .During the past magical wars, many things were lost.'

The fact that Kyi had used the word "human" was not lost on Harry. He had begun to suspect that his voices belonged to real people who were NOT human. He wasn't sure but the probability that his suspicions were true was getting higher.

What Harry had almost missed, however, was the mention of past wars. 'Did someone teach it to you,' he asked them.

'No,' came the reply.

That simple answer allowed Harry to uncover another piece of the mystery that surrounded his voices. If the spells were lost during the wars, then wouldn't it stand to reason that one either had to have been alive during it to know the spell or had learned it from another just as Harry was going to do. And since they didn't learn it from anybody…

"How old are you?" Harry asked them. Again he heard them laugh. Harry was relieved he hadn't seemed to offend them with the question and patiently waited for the answer.

'Old enough that it's hard to keep count,' Kai started. 'Yet young enough to still want to try,' Kyi finished.

Harry gasped. That meant only one thing. His new friends were older than they had seemed at first. 'Well that takes care of the human question,' he thought with a sigh.

"That's not an answer," he said, laughing. He didn't care if they were old or young, human or not. To him all that mattered was that they had given him a chance for so much and had asked for nothing in return. He liked them. They laughed right along with him.

Pushing away his thoughts on them, he moved to get a safety pin to poke his finger. After doing so Harry asked, "What now?"

'Let a drop of blood fall on the object and say QUID TUA,' answered Kyi.

Harry lifted his hand above the trunk and squeezed his finger with his other hand. After a drop of blood had fallen onto the trunk, he said, "Quid tua."

He watched as the blood that had fallen onto the trunk disappeared and a shiny barrier appeared around the trunk. Amazed, Harry reached forward to open the trunk. His hand met the barrier for a short moment before he felt a small hum. The barrier disappeared and he laid a hand on the lid. "Awesome," he breathed.

'Woo!' said the voices. Harry smiled and sat there for a little was pulled out of his reverie when he noticed how dark it had gotten outside. Doing a quick Tempus spell, Harry realized he was late for dinner. He reluctantly backed away from his trunk.

Dinner was going to be hell. The others had refrained from asking questions earlier due to the Dursleys being present. Now, they could go ahead and ask anything they wanted. Harry was not going to like the barrage of questions. Preparing for what he thought was going to be a torturous interrogation, Harry began making his way to the Great Hall.

'You could always picture the old man turning into a white goat,' Kai offered, trying to calm him.

The idea was very amusing and allowed him to relax. 'Yes, I think I will,' he replied. Harry smiled.

A/N: so i know this chapter is short but I wanted to update for you guys. I am already working on the next chapter and it should be up later today.