Ok, I felt bad about the cliffy, but I enjoyed everyone's responses. So here it is, for your reading pleasure...A BONUS CHAPTER!! This chapter covers what exactly was on that blasted parchment. I hope you all enjoy. Please remember to review!

This chapter as well as a gigantic thanks, goes out to another one of my beta readers, who has helped me with more than this chapter as well. She has been accidentally slighted on her previous work do to some confusion on my part. So Summer-Sunrise, this chapter is all yours. Thank you so much for all of your help and for not being upset with me during all of my confusion : D

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Who is Harry Potter?

Harry Potter stood there, not knowing what exactly to expect. They had just used the heritage potion. Dumbledore had picked up the paper. His eyes were twinkling like mad and appeared to have tears welling in them. He had a look of utter shock on his face.

Snape on the other hand had paled and gasped. His eyes were as wide as saucers. Whatever they had found out, Harry was not sure he wanted to see.

Dumbledore walked over and sat down on the settee, and motioned for Harry to join him. Harry sat over on the other side of the Headmaster. "Harry, my dear boy, what I am about to show you is quite shocking and miraculous. I must apologize beforehand, there was no way we could have known. We were aware of the fact that you were a descendant of Godric Gryffindor, from your fathers blood line. However I had a suspicion that you were indeed a descendant of Merlin himself as well. I just had no idea of how...until this." He gestured at the parchment. "We all thought that your mother was a muggleborn witch. How wrong we were. I can't believe I didn't see it myself. How could I have been so blind?" The man wondered.

"Harry, I want you to close your eyes for a moment and imagine that place we found for calming your emotions. Then I will show you your family tree. " Severus calmly directed, knowing that their reactions had made the boy tense.

It appeared Dumbledore was still in shock and would need a moment to compose himself. Harry was nervous as well by now. He closed his eyes and thought about the beautiful meadow and flying, the wind in his hair, the perfume of the flowers dancing in the air, the birds chirping. He was content now. He knew everything would be alright. Harry opened his eyes to see the headmaster sitting with his head in his hands. Harry wondered what in Merlin's name could have upset the man that much? He looked upset but happy. "I'm ready Professor" Harry alerted the man.

Severus handed Harry the parchments with his family tree on them. He looked at the one following it his fathers line first. As suspected, he followed it all the way up to none other than Godric Gryffindor himself. "It is your mothers line that surprises us Harry" Dumbledore, who had now composed himself a little, informed him.

Harry looked at his mothers line and received the shock of his life. His mothers full name appeared on the paper. What a mouthful it was. Even her married name was in parenthesis. It appeared as Gabrielle Lillith Arianna Dumbledore-McGonagall Evans (Potter).

Harry gulped and looked up one more generation to see the names of his mothers parents, Anastasia Gabrielle Dumbledore (McGonagall) and Quintin Duncan McGonagall.

Even though Harry was sure he knew what was coming next. It still could not have prepared him for what he was reading. There, the names of his great grandparents. His grandmother's father; Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, and his grandfather's mother; Minerva Elise Johnston (McGonagall).

Harry couldn't take it, his brain overloaded. He promptly passed out.

Albus pulled Harry over so the boys head was resting in his lap. He was so happy that he hadn't lost all of his family like he had thought, and that neither had Minerva. He would have to take Harry and the parchment and try to break it to her gently.

Severus cast an 'eneverate' on Harry to bring the boy back to consciousness. He waited for a moment for the boy to sit up. "Are you alright Potter?" He asked.

"Uh...yeah I think so. That was odd. I think I was dreaming that..." He started but was interrupted by Dumbledore himself.

"I am sorry Harry, that was not a dream; the truth, as we have just learned, is that Minerva and I are actually your great grandparents. I am sorry my boy, we had no clue. We thought that we had lost your mother years ago in an attack." Albus said gravely.

"It's odd. You see, growing up all I've ever hoped for was a family. Actually to know I even had any family left. I was always told that I didn't have any family. What happened?" Harry dazedly asked.

"You see my boy, many years ago I married a beautiful witch named Amelia, and we had three beautiful children, Bryson, Caryssa, and Anastasia. Minerva and her husband Octavius were graced with a son Quintin. All of my children fought during the first war and the rising of Lord Voldemort. We lost Bryson and Caryssa during the beginning. My youngest daughter, Anastasia, was still in school at the time. Shortly after she finished school she married Quintin McGonagall. That is how I met Minerva, and later asked her to come teach transfiguration here at Hogwarts."

"Quintin and Anastasia were very much in love, they later were to have a child. Quintin at the time was an auror. He and Anastasia were living about 50 kilometers north of London. Shortly after Voldemort gained power and many followers, there were death eater attacks all over Britain. Anastasia had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl with red hair and green eyes. They named her Gabrielle Lillith Dumbledore-McGonagall since she was the youngest living heir of the Dumbledore and McGonagall blood lines. When Gabrielle, or Lily as your mother was later called, was about six months old, their home was attacked by the original Death Eaters. The house was destroyed. My wife Amelia was visiting with them at the time. We thought we had lost them all."

"It appears that the muggle neighbors who at the time, were arriving home after the attack, found your mother and placed her with their children who already had a little girl around her age and were unable to have anymore children of their own. They must have adopted her and named her Lillith Arianna Evans since they heard her parents call her Lilly once. That is the name she grew up and attended Hogwarts under. We not once suspected that she was our granddaughter. I wish we had of known. She was always so brilliant at everything she did." Albus sadly tried to reason out what had happened, and how the Boy Who Lived came to be his great grandson.

Harry gulped and let out a shaky breath. He felt tears begin to well up in his eyes at the though of this man, this one right here in front of him, that had tried to look out for him since he was a baby, was in fact his family. His great grandfather. "So it's true, you are my granddad? And Professor McGonagall is my Grandmother?" He shakily confirmed.

"Yes Harry, we are. I know I will be speaking for the both of when I say that we have both loved you from the moment you were born, even if we didn't know you were our own blood. Your parents always kept in touch with us and even had us watch after you a few times. I must apologize for the decisions we've made concerning your welfare. I...I couldn't blame you if you decided that you didn't want to be a part of our lives still. We did not..." before Albus could finish his thoughts he was relieved beyond belief when a pair of small arms found their way around his neck, and a head of messy black hair was crying on his shoulder.

"It's ok granddad, you didn't know! You couldn't have known. I didn't tell anyone or want anyone to know about my uncle! I didn't want everyone knowing that I was too scared and weak to defend myself against my muggle family." Harry sobbed into his great grandfather's shoulder. "I know I'm a handful, but please, just give me a chance. I promise I'll try to make you proud of me!"

"Oh my dear child. I would never turn you away. I have always loved and cared for you, even without knowing you were my own blood. That will never change. Nothing will take you away from us Harry. You have already made me so proud time and time again. Many would have given in when offered the chance to have their loved ones back from the dead in trade for a stone, especially at the age of eleven such as you were. You did a very smart and brave thing Harry. You continue to defy evil. I don't think anyone could be any prouder of you than I am my boy!" Albus cried.

Severus had left several minutes ago to give the two newly united family members time to themselves. he would never admit it to anyone, but he was feeling an emotion that he had not allowed himself to feel in a very long time. Not consciously at least. He was jealous. He did not have any family to speak of, and the way he felt when he had hugged the boy welled up inside of him again when Harry clung to the headmaster. He wondered if the boy would ever hug him like that. "What do I care if that brat ever hugs me? It's not as if I want him even touching me in the first place! I have been on my own without anyone to worry about, or to worry about me for years now. I don't need anyone!" he ranted to no one.

After composing himself a little better and schooling his emotions he returned to the sitting room to see Harry leaning his head on the older man's shoulder. "Would you like for me to call Minerva for you Albus? She may need a good nights sleep after this bit of news" he offered.

"I would appreciate that with the utmost sincerity Severus. I believe news as joyous as this should not wait." He beamed at the Professor.

Harry who was grinning broadly suddenly lost his smile and stiffened. 'What if the Professor didn't approve of him being her great-grandson and wanted nothing to do with him?' he worried.

His granddad must have known what he was thinking for he comforted him " Do not worry my boy. I have known Minerva for many years. She has loved you since you were born and would never turn you away, not for anything in the world. You are the last last of our kin and we now have you to cling to. She tries not to show too much of how attached she is to you but we all notice here and there."

Harry smiled a little again at that. Harry leaned his head over on his granddad's shoulder while Severus went over to the fireplace.

Severus grabbed a pinch of floo powder from the canister on the mantle, and threw it into the fire carefully pronouncing "Professor McGonagall's office!" He figured she would be there working on her things for the upcoming term. He knelt down, stuck his head into the flames and waited for the spinning to reside. He soon found himself looking into the office of the cat animagus. He was correct in his assumption; Minerva was sitting at her desk working on some papers.

McGonagall turned when she heard the roar of the floo. Once she was facing him Severus politely tipped his head and said "Minerva, do pardon the interruption, Albus would like for you to join us in my quarters immediately." At the sudden worried look on the older womans face he added. "Do not fret, everything is well." She smiled slightly and nodded her head in acceptance at the summons.

Severus withdrew his head from the flames. He did not really enjoy fire calling anyone. It was always rather rough on the knees. As soon as he stood and backed away from the fire to allow room, Minerva stepped through the floo. She cast a quick cleaning charm to rid her robes of the soot from the floo. Severus then escorted her over to Harry and the Headmaster.

"Ah yes, would you like some tea Minerva?" he asked with his voice full of cheer.

"Yes please Albus" she accepted hesitantly. She hadn't seen Albus this cheerful in years. She wondered what in the world could have caused him this much happiness just since dinner.

Albus conjured a tea service and some biscuits before stating "Now Minerva, what you are about to discover is something that none of us have ever been aware of. So you may want to take a seat." he warned.

Albus waited until his old friend and relation by marriage had taken a seat in one of the arm chairs to begin again. "Now Minerva, I must give you a quick run down from the beginning in order for you to understand how all of this came about. There is more I will inform you of later. Harry here has been showing some extremely powerful magic as of late. He in fact is capable of three animagus forms: a golden fire griffin, a fire phoenix, and a silver wolf."

"However in light of this information and of some previous knowledge I have come to obtain, we were wondering about Mr. Potter's heritage. Several things came to light that involve the two of us. I believe you should have a look." Albus finished as he handed her the parchments of Harry's family tree.

Minerva accepted the parchments handed too her and began looking it over. She began with his father's side, assuming that was where the three were referring to being that his mother was muggleborn. She stood and began pacing as she read. "Yes, I see that he is of Godric Gryffindor's bloodline as expected." She smiled.

"Yes, however it is his mothers line that we were quite interested in and shocked at" Dumbledore grinned back at her.

Severus stood near the woman as she turned back to the parchment. There was no telling what her reaction would be. So he prepared himself for anything.

Professor McGonagall turned back to the parchment at hand and looked at the other side. She started from Harry's name and went upward. She suddenly gasped when she saw his mother's full name. 'This couldn't be!' she thought. She then continued to read the names of his grand-parents, as the truth finally sunk in, she turned to Harry and Albus. Her eyes wide with shock, she looked at them for a moment and then she felt her knees buckle as she fainted at the realization.

Severus caught the woman as she fell backwards. He had thought this might be one of her reactions. After all, it was quite a shock to realize that the granddaughter that you thought to have been killed as a baby, had indeed lived. Not only that but to realize that you had taught and befriended her for many years before her actual demise. Add that to the story of her demise and the survival of her son, who happens to be your great grandson. Of whom she had known and loved since birth and had taught for 3 years so far, that he was indeed Harry Potter, and he had been here under her nose all of this time. It was quite a lot to take in.

Harry and Albus jumped up off of the settee as Severus carefully moved over and laid the woman down on it. This time it was Albus who preformed the eneverate charm. Minerva blinked a few times and flew straight up. She first looked at Albus who was grinning broadly with eyes twinkling, and then at Harry and back to Albus before asking "Is it true Albus? Quintin and Anastasia's baby girl lived? That Lily was our Gabrielle and Harry is indeed our great grandson?" She asked with eyes as wide as any house elf's.

Dumbledore was smiling so broadly now it almost appeared that the corners of his mouth were attached to his ears. "Yes Minerva. May I introduce to you, our great grandson, Harry James Potter." he confirmed.

A heavy sob escaped from McGonagall's chest as she looked at Harry with tears in her eyes. Harry was looking at his shoes. He thought maybe she had been disappointed the way she kept asking if it was true. He knew he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. He could hear her crying, and trying to hold back heavy sobs so he wouldn't feel so bad. "It's alright Professor, I understand. I don't blame you or anything..." he tried to console.

Minerva shot a confused look over at Albus, who sighed heavily and shook his head in return.

'Lousy cat' Severus thought, but not harshly. Now she has the boy thinking that he is not wanted. He was so emotionally and mentally abused by those poor excuses for humans he lived with. He was prepared to be shot down at any moment's notice.

As soon as Harry turned to leave the room, tears beginning to form in his own eyes, Minerva understood. The silly boy thought that she was upset and didn't accept him. Poor boy, what had those horrible people done to him? "Harry?" She called. As he turned around she saw the tears building in his eyes and the sadness in their depths. "You silly boy, come here!" she said as she smiled at him with her arms wide.

Harry suddenly smiled and ran to Professor McGonagall and wrapped his arms around the strict woman. "Sorry Gran...it's just...I'm sorry I didn't think you'd want anything to do with me" He mumbled into her robes.

"Gran...now that is a term I never thought I'd get to hear anyone refer to me as. It's alright Harry, it's not your fault. You've never had anyone really prove to you before that you were wanted. I'm sorry for my reaction. I was still in shock. I thought we had lost your mother years ago when she was just an infant. I couldn't believe that Lily Evans Potter was our little Gabrielle and that she had been here right under our noses the whole time, then to find out that you are our great grandson... I've known and loved you since the day you were born Harry. I have not been able to show it since you were a student here, but now I can. I will not hide the fact that you are my grandson."

"I would be honored if you would call me Gran, Harry. However during classes and in the corridors you must still refer to me as Professor, and I believe by the look that was on Albus' face when I entered the same applies for him." She completed.

"Actually I would prefer Granddad to Gran, if you don't mind Harry" He chuckled as they all laughed.

Severus who was feeling pretty tense with the strong feelings of love from within the room decided to try to make his exit. "If you all will excuse me I believe Madam Pomfrey has requested more skelegrow for the infirmary stocks."

"Professor?" Harry began speaking to the Potion Master before he left. Harry figured the man was feeling uncomfortable. "I..uh..I just wanted to say thank you. If it hadn't been for your potion, and the curiosity of you and granddad, we never would have known. I have grandparents now, true family members that I've never had before. Thank you sir." he finished as he walked over and hugged the man around the middle. Harry wasn't sure why he was doing that but he knew it was the right thing. He felt Severus stiffen at first. Then the man relaxed and wrapped his long arms around the boy's shoulders.

Minerva and Albus exchanged knowing smiles at that. They both knew that the two dark haired boys were well on the way to forming an unbreakable bond, if they hadn't already. "Actually before you go Severus, I know our main question was weather or not Harry here was in fact a descendant of Merlin or not. I can now answer that without looking at the parchment, and without a single doubt."

He then turned to face his great grandson before continuing. "Yes Harry, you are one of the last remaining descendants of Merlin himself. Merlin was in fact my, twelve times over, great grandfather. You are one of his last remaining heirs. I believe he does have a very long distant cousin or two alive. However with you being related to him as you are, as well as everyone else we have discovered, I am to understand that a good many of the vaults at Gringotts should have your name as the owner in the information files. There is much paperwork that needs to be taken care of to secure those inheritances. If you would like the help of Minerva, Severus, or myself all you need to do is ask."

Harry was stunned. The amount of money that had been left by his parents was enough to get him through school with anything he liked. Then probably enough to live off of for the next decade or so, and now his granddad was telling him there were even more vaults of his? His head was suddenly spinning so fast he had to sit down on the floor right where he was.

All three adults suddenly were at his side trying to check on him. Harry felt over whelmed. He had to stifle a sob that wanted to spring up from his chest. Never before had he had somebody care for him, never the less three somebodies. "Are you alright?" they asked.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment trying to get a hold of his emotions. "I'm fine...just experiencing what muggles like to call an 'information overload'." He assured them.

Severus helped Harry to stand, and escorted him to the settee. He seated him in the middle and motioned for Minerva and Albus to take the seats on either side of the boy. He once again excused himself to brew some potions for the hospital wing while he thought everything over. He made sure to invite his two elders to stay and visit with their grandson as long as they wished before he left.

The three relatives sat and caught up with each other until well into the night. Harry knew this was the happiest time of his life. He finally had one of his wishes he made on his birthday to come true. He had family. They weren't parents like he had hoped for all of his life, but they were the next best thing. Grandparents...his own, loving, spoiling, unconditional, grandparents.

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