A/N: This chapter is short and has taken a long time to write. I want to move on with the story, but I'm having a hard time getting past this point. Any ideas would be very helpful! Thanks to all those who have reviewed! Pravus

Questions and No Answers

Everyone looked around with dazed looks on their faces. The twins were the first to come to their senses.

"Oi! Where in Merlin's name are we?" George exclaimed with wide eyes. He still had the remainder of a large sandwich in his hand. The Weasley's must have been sitting down to dinner.

"And why are these gits here!?" Fred said while aiming a glare at Snape and the Malfoys. He too had a half eaten sandwich in his hand.

"Who are you calling a git, you gingerheaded weasel!" Draco yelled at the twins.

"Now there, young man. You will not call my children weasels!" an enraged Molly replied.

"I must say that the boy is correct in his observations blood traitor," Lucius answered snottily.

"Enough," It was the only word that Harry uttered, but it got his point across. Everyone looked to where he had taken a seat in the large throne like chair at the table.

"It can't be," Severus whispered.

"Can't be what?" the twins asked simultaneously.

"Harry, is this the room of the Round Table?" Snape asked in awe.

"It is."

"How?" Severus was in shock. He'd heard stories of this place, but had never hoped to come here. It was almost like coming home. He knew that he'd been a distant descendant of Merlin's wife, Lady Morgana, but he had never dreamed of finding the home they had built for their son.

"If everyone would just be quiet, I will gladly explain," Harry smiled.

"Before you do, Harry, can we please be seated?" Arthur Weasley asked hopefully. He had also recognized the round table and the inscribed chairs surrounding it.

Harry looked at the table and just knew that it wasn't right for them to sit in at the table.

"Let's go into the parlor," Harry said, standing. "Follow me."

Arthur's expression changed from one of joy to clear disappointment. He had really wanted to sit at the famous Round Table.

With so many people following him, Harry took the most direct route, with less doors and corridors, he knew to where the hall of portraits were kept. He hadn't even had a chance to fully explore the whole of Camelot, and he wasn't ready for anyone else to do it either. Keeping a close eye on the twins, he led them through the last hallway and stopped in front of his parent's portrait. He supposed he should get this part out of the way before taking the large group on to the parlor just down the hall.

"James? Lily?" Remus was stunned. He was looking up at the ecstatic smiling faces of his best friends.

"Moony? Is that really you?" James asked in awe. "You look a bit worn around the edges, mate!"

"Heh, yes, I suppose I do," Remus replied with a blush. "But you look great as always. I didn't know that you and Lils had had a portrait done."

"Not many did," Lily replied quietly, "And apparently that was a good thing."

"How so?" asked Molly as she stepped in full view of the inhabitants of the portrait. She was a bit upset with the Potters now that she knew that there had been portraits that Harry could have spoken with. It wouldn't have been much, but at least he would have had some inkling of his parents' lives.

"Oh, Molly Weasley! How nice to see you again!" Lily exclaimed with a bright smile.

"You too, Dear. But, why was it a good thing that no-one knew of your portrait?" Molly insisted to know.

"Oh, well, it's because all of the portraits from James' family were destroyed by the Malfoys after our death." Lily stated. She hadn't as of yet noticed Lucius, Draco, or Severus.

"I knew it! See, Harry! Those two are evil!" Fred shouted.

"Yeah! They destroyed any way of you being able to meet your parents in any form!" George finished.

"Hey, now. I'm sure there was a reason for it," Harry began, but Lucius stepped forward ready to explain.

"Of course, there is a reason for it." Lucius stated firmly.

"Oh my! Is that gorgeous man over there really Lucius?" Lily squealed in delight.

Everyone did a double take at that. Everyone, that is, except Severus and Lucius.

"How is portrait life my darling?" Lucius asked in a tone never heard by the Weasley's before.

"Oh, it's wonderful! No more hiding, running, or fighting. I do wish that I had been able to live long enough to know my Harry, but this is how things go."

"Ho there, Old Chap!" James bellowed at Lucius.

"Jamie," Lucius said with a dignified nod.

"Luc, if your here, where is Sev?" Lily asked quietly. She had always had a soft spot for the gorgeous, dark haired, saphire eyed man. If things hadn't been meant to be with James, Lily knew that Severus would have been her choice.

"I'm here, Lily. James." Severus with a small smile and a nod.

During this whole exchange, Harry and the Weasleys were flabbergasted. They had always thought that the Potters hated the Malfoys and Snape. Apparently, there had been more secrets kept than many knew of.

"Luc? Sev?" Molly Weasley was enraged, "What the bloody hell is going on here?"

All of the male Weasleys stared in silence at the matriarch of their family. Only Ginny remained unsurprised. She had heard her mum swear like a muggle sailor during a hurricane when she caught the twins up to no good. She just rolled her eyes at the stunned looks on her dad's and brother's faces.

"Mum?" Fred asked timidly.

"You alright?" George also sounded a bit timid. Never in their lives had they heard their mother swear.

"No! I am not alright! This boy grew up alone with muggles who treated him horribly, not knowing anything about his parents or where he came from! All along there were portraits! He could have learned so much about them that way! And what is this with Malfoy and Severus?!" she spat the two Slytherins names as if they burned her tongue.

"I'm sure Albus had a reason for sending him to my sister, Molly." Lily said firmly.

Harry still couldn't believe the undying faith that his parents still had in Dumbledore. Even after all that he had explained and described to them. The old fool really had brainwashed them. It was no wonder that his aunt had never truly been worried about someone finding out about the way he had been treated. She must have known Dumbledore didn't really care about Harry's welfare.

"Lily! How can you say such things? Your son lived with those abusive muggles for years! My boys had to break him out one summer by breaking the bars on his bedroom window!" Arthur exclaimed.

"Bars?" James had a look of confusion on his face.

"Yes, bars, Dad." Harry said in a bored voice. He knew that the Weasley's would get nowhere with the portrait of his parents. At the time they were painted, they were blindly loyal to Dumbledore.

"Harry, dear, you mustn't tell lies," Lily scolded. "Petunia may not have liked magic, but she never would have mistreated you."

"They locked him in a cupboard until he got his Hogwarts letter! He didn't even know he was a wizard, or who you were until then!" Hermione yelled. Her face was flushed with anger and disbelief. She had always pictured Harry's mum as a gentle, loving woman. Not some sheep to believe what ever she had been told.

"'Mione, it's pointless. I've already gone over all of this with them. They don't believe a word of it. Come on everyone. I have some others I would like you to meet. If they're here." Harry said with a sigh.

The twins had stood back completely dumbfounded by what they were hearing. Fred glanced over at where the Malfoys and Snape were to see them conversing quietly.

"Hey ferrett! What are you three snakes plotting?" George hollered out when he saw where his brother's gaze led.

Draco, Severus, and Lucius simply continued on with their privat chat. The two elder wizards were trying to explain why the Potters had greeted them in such a friendly way. Harry began walking further down the hall towards where Lord Gryffindor and King Arthur's portraits resided. He didn't really care if the others followed him or not. For some reason, he had been urged to bring them all here, but now he was unsure what the purpose of it was. He hoped to get some answers from Lady Morgana.

"Ah, there you are! Come here son! I've been waiting anxiously for you to return!" the portrait of Gryffindor called out.

"Hello, Sir" Harry replied with a nod. He really liked the old portrait, even if it was a bit batty at times.

"I see you have brought some friends" Gryffindor motioned the others closer, Harry hadn't even noticed that some of them had followed him. He could still hear Molly and Arthur having it out with his parents.

"Come here, come closer! Ah! Yes, there you are! I knew Harry wouldn't bring his mate to visit! How are you? You have the most magnificent hair I have ever seen. It reminds me very much of an elf I once met. Would you like to hear about him?"

"Nice to meet you Lord Gryffindor" Draco replied, "Perhaps another time?"

"Oh yes, yes, of course. I mustn't keep you! Father wishes to see who has captured the heir's heart. The rest of you may stay and listen though."

The twins looked excited to be in front of the Founder. Hermione looked like she was about to start sprouting questions out her ears, and the other Weasley's were simply in awe of Lord Gryffindor's choice of dress, which just happened to be nothing but a loin cloth and fur boots.

"Come, Draco. It's obvious that we've been summoned. Now, I know why I was popping all over the damn country." Harry was a bit irritable due to the bickering he could still hear from down the hall and he was fast becoming exhausted. It took a fair bit of energy to travel instantaneously all over Britain.

"Summoned? By who?" Draco wasn't as confused as the rest of the group were after having talked to his father and Severus. He had been told about the royal heritage Harry possessed, and why the Potters were so friendly to them. Apparently, James and Lily Potter weren't as goody two shoes as history portrayed them to be. James and Severus were actually very good friends and only acted as they hated each other to protect their family origins. No one could know how closely they were truly related. It would have shocked the wizarding world to it's core to know that Voldemort wasn't the true heir to Slytherin. He only thought he was due to very careful espionage and manipulation on Severus's and James's parts. They both knew that if it ever came out who the true heirs were total chaos would have erupted. What Draco didn't know was who Severus's heir was. The snarky git refused to tell him.

Harry hadn't heard Draco's question. He was already standing in front of his grandmother. He knew he would never truly get over beauty. She was positively in her prime when that portrait was done.

"Hello, darling. I see you made it here in one piece. You are looking a bit tired though. Perhaps we should convene to the sitting room." Lady Morgana's voice washed over Harry and Draco like the warmest of crystalline water.

"Yes, my Lady." Harry replied as he took Draco's hand in his own. They simply left the Weasley's, Severus, and Lucius to fend for themselves.