I'm a what?

Harry's POV

As I was packing bag to leave early, I saw the boys playing cricket near the woods. When the ball went further into the woods everyone groaned together before one of them went to search for the ball. Soon he returned empty handed saying he couldn't find it. Everyone else joined in the search but none could find it. Interesting thing was that I can clearly see the ball just a few inches away from them but no one seems to notice it.

Curious, I started directing the boys in the general direction of the ball and still they couldn't find it until I directly pointed at the ball. After that everyone got tired and wanted to just go home. Me on the other hand wanted to explore the place to find out what happened. As I took a few steps near the trees suddenly I heard an exclamation behind me.

"Where'd he go?" asked one of the boys. While the other replied" Don know reckon he left. Come let's just go".

While I was just in front of them yet they couldn't see me or they just ignored me. Wouldn't put it past them but still they don't seem to be acting from the looks on their faces. That means they really can't see me here. Wonder why?

Since we just had a match in the morning the rest of the day is off and the Dursleys took big D to celebrate the big win, which was the reason I got his old bike since they are buying him a new one and I've the whole day to myself.

As I was thinking 'Now what to do about this mystery?' I came across some form of building between the trees. So, I made my way towards the building hoping to figure out something, since standing in the middle of nowhere seems to lead to nothing. I walked into a clearing after a few mins and that somewhat of a building turned out to a house or an manor to be precise. There was no trails to the manor itself but the immediate surrounding of the manor was free of weeds.

I'm not sure if this manor is big or not since it's the first and only one I've seen in my life. It has one main building with two floors both having a concentric balcony. There are two wings, one of which next to the main building made up of glass on its entirety as some kind of greenhouse, the other a little further from the manor towards the woods with a large door in the middle and many windows on the side like those horse stables. If it not for the greenhouse I'd thought this manor has time travelled from the Middle Ages.

The closer I got the clearer I saw the state of the house. The paints were faded, windows as brown as dirt, weeds, vines and all kinds of known and unknown creepers scaling up the walls on all sides. The entire manor was covered in vegetation just a pumpkin in the middle of a creeper.

As I ascended the steps on the porch I came across the painting on the door. It was of a horse as black as night grazing the grass. While I looking at it, the horse suddenly blinked, I'm not sure if that was a trick of the light but I'm damn sure the horse was looking at me as if judging me. Blinking past the interruption, I opened the door and went inside. Unlike the outside the inside of the manor was quite clean in fact it was too clean as if someone was living here.

"Hello, anyone home?" I asked loudly my voice echoing off the walls but no one answered. I waited for a minute and then proceeded further. Right after the entrance was a large living area with a parlour and a large fire place off to the right. Off to the left was the stairs to upstairs with a dinning room below it and a kitchen further down the room.

There were some portraits in the parlour with a family of four two adults, one child and one elderly. The child seemed to be only a little older than me. Funny thing was all were wearing some sort of robes that witches wear for Halloween. Atop the fire place was a shield with a coat of arms with two rapiers in cross guard.

The house looks empty except for the pristine furniture, shelves and carpets. The first floor consists of a library and a study while there are only bedrooms in the second floor. The library is full of books but these tittles make no sense. Like 'Transfiguration and Transmutation', 'Riding the wind with Abraxans' and 'Take control of yourself, stating with your mind'. Most of these books are about magic as if magic exists but some of the books were an okay read where it described meditation technique, how to care for plants and animals etc.

While looking around the I found a bunch of old papers that looked like letters on the desk. When I climbed on the desk to take a closer look, I heard someone behind me that stopped me dead in my tracks.

"You's be not here sir" said a deep baritone voice. I slowly turned around to find

Nothing. No one. Is this house perhaps haunted. I felt a chill down my spine, soaked in sweat in an instant to my toes. Perhaps it was not a bright idea to explore a manor in the middle of the woods alone. While I was thinking of my last and saying my prayers to whatever deity out there, I heard the voice once again. "I's be down here sir".

When I looked down, I found what amounted to a cross between a goblin and an Ent with eyes as big and shiny as an 8ball. I did what any sensible kid my age would have done. I screamed on top of my lungs in a never before heard pitch and promptly fainted.

When I came to, I found myself on one of the couches in the living room next to the large French windows with the setting sun on my face. I started to look around to find a cup water on the tea table with the strange creature next to it. If you disregard the face and rags its eyes are somewhat cute to look at. Round and shiny like big black pearls. That aside,

"What are you?" I winced as I asked 'Right so tactful harry'

"I's be a house elf sir" the creature replied.

"Do you've a name?"

"I's be Dael sir"

"Right, please don't call me sir, just call me harry. I'm Harry Potter"

Just as I finished, I saw the creature's eyes widen to comical proportions. I would've laughed hard thinking how cartoonish he looked but the current situation didn't give me that chance.

"You's be The Great Harry Potter sir, Dael be happy to see you's sir, Dael be very happy."

'Wait what The Great Harry Potter? ME? What the hell?' I thought while looking at the excitable thing bouncing on its feet.

'Wait, Lets calm down first and ask what's going on' I decided and turned to the little fellow.

"Dael, what do you mean you are happy to see me and how do you know me what do you mean by The Great Harry Potter"

"Of corse I's be knowing you sir. You's defeated the bad man who killed a lot of witches and wizards including young miss"

'What the hell? Witches? Wizards? Are they real? Am I one?' While I pondering over these new revelations about my sudden infamy, he dropped a bombshell

"You's be the son of miss's friends Sir James and Miss Lily"

Once I heard that my entire world came to a stop. All my life I wanted to know about my parents. What kind of people they were? Why they left me with the Dursleys? Are they really dead? There were all kinds of questions I wanted to ask but no one to ask to. But here he was, standing before a creature straight out of a fantasy novel, who claims to be related to their friend. Talk about turning your world upside down, I bet it feels like this.

"Stop, Stop, Dael" I stopped him in his rant.

"Can you tell me what you know about me and my parents"

"Yes sir The Great Harry Potter Sir" He replied enthusiastically

"Calm down, no more The Great and all, just call me harry"

"But sir,.."

"Just call me HARRY" I interrupted him. He gulped and nodded looking at me with fear and awe? 'Really?' I thought.

"Yes sir, so you's being the son of young miss's friends"

They were James Potter and Lily Potter. Both were friends of young miss at hogiwarts. Young miss being Dorcas Meadows. They went to school together to learn magic, sir. They alls be in the same house, griffindor. There were eight in their groups, sir. You's father James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew. Girls be young miss Dorcas, you's mother Lily, Alice Fortescue and Marlene McKinnon.

Young miss tells lots of stories about em to mistress. Miss Lily even came here before they went into hiding. Wanted to send her sister away. Mistress had passed away and young miss came to leave her things here. After they left I'd heard not from them.

The little thing sobbed quietly telling the tale of how the girls chanced upon one another in the summer after their 5th year and suddenly became best of buddies.

I listened to the elf regaling the antics the girls were up to until my mom's marriage. The bunch of old papers on the desk were called parchments it seems. Apparently, those were letters the young miss meadow wrote her grandmother, the mistress of the this house, while she was attending school. The mistress passed away due to some dragon pox outbreak(A magical flu, maybe) .

The house has been empty ever since she passed away. All members of the meadow's family are dead save for one, who BTW is not known to the elf. All he knows is that a member of the family is still alive, he doesn't know who nor can he reach them. (convenient for me)

The library is stocked with all the books the family owns, though the number is significantly small since their main residence was raised to the ground and the ones here are the one the Dorcas managed to salvage from the remains.(Wonder same the holds true for the potter house based on the getup here.)

After extracting all the info I can get from the elf I went through the things Dorcas left behind. I wanted to see if she had a dairy or something similar but unfortunately there was nothing like that. But my luck didn't run out. The letters, there were hundreds of em. Based on the dates and the gap between them, It seems she wrote her granny about once or twice a month.

With the giddiness on par with an explorer digging for treasure I dove into the letters.

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Dear Granny,

The first week of classes are all over. I'm a Gryffindor just like you said, guess you won the bet huh. But that's not the point. Do you know what happened? The Black Heir is not a Slytherin like the rest of em. He's a lion in the pride with us. Even tough he's an idiot at least he's not a stuck-up ponce…..

…Can you believe those idiots. They got into detention and its not even one month from the start of the year also its their first year to boot. Black and Potter are obnoxious….

…..Christmas this year was as usual for me but there was this muggleborn who was down in the dumps because she couldn't be with her parents this year and also not be able to contact them. So I lent her Arthur for het to write to her parents…...

…. The year ended finally. Everyone is eager to go home, especially a certain slytherin who spent an entire week in the hospital wing thanks to a certain someone. The whole school knows who did it but can't find any proof. I too can't figure out how they did it. And to my utter disbelief I'm placed third in the year with the McKinnon girl before me and the muggleborn cry baby placed the first.…

…..Potter heir had declared to everyone that cry baby lily is his intended. But she spurned him on the spot, much to everyone's disbelief he didn't take insult and still pursues her. That girl doesn't know how lucky she is, especially with her status. How many girls would give anything for them to be in her place….

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… You wouldn't believe what happened on today. That greasy haired git snivulous called lily a mudblood. I'm glad that potter is vindictive for once, the git deserved it. Who turns on their friends for an non-existent opportunity…..

….I don't know what to do granny. Marlene said she like Sirius, but I too like him. What's to do now. One is my best friend and other is my first crush, first love my….. I don't even know what's what anymore…

….I did something today. I caught Sirius and marlene in the act red handed. Instead of walking away I joined them. I know I shouldn't but I don't regret what I did. I hope this works out. Somehow…

… It's over everythings over. Marlene is dead. Sirius is going after the death eaters like a madman. He's not talking to anyone not even me, especially me. But I've something important to tell him…

That was the last letter she sent. After that there weren't any. I don't know if its because the granny died or she died. There were no more letters after that.

I closed my eyes and sighed. It's been along day. The sun's almost out means practice is probably over. I better get back soon lest I give the gossip queen a reason to punish me. God knows that skunk doesn't need a reason to make me do the chores or starve me. But before that I need to do something or at least get confirmation that I can do something.

With that I called over Dael.

"What's you be needing, sir" He asked.

"Do you where my parents are?" I asked in return.

"You's parents be dead sir" He mumbled downtrodden.

"No, No, I meant, Do you know where they are buried?" I corrected.

"They'd be in Godric's Hollow sir" He answered.

"Can you take me there tomorrow?" I asked t which he nodded in affirmation.

The Next Day,

We appeared in a clearing in the centre of the village next to a fountain. A few yards away from the fountain was a monument which appeared normal at first glance but changed into a statue of three a man, a woman and a baby when neared. It was built to commemorate the sacrifice the Potters made that night.

I let my eyes roam the statue until it landed on the epitaph on a particular phrase which made me frown "Parents of the Boy-Who-Lived".

I don't know why but something about that phrase didn't sit well with me. I sighed and moved on to look for their tombstones or something similar with dael on my heels.

I found a cemetery just behind a church with rows and rows of tombstones as far as eyes can see. Thankful to the ones maintaining the cemetery, who by some miracle have the tombstones organised in the alphabetical order of their last name, I managed to find the resting place of my family.

Yep. Dad, Mom, Granddad, Grandmom and up until a guy named Ignotus Peverell. Who seems to be the only other of two peverells buried here. Based on the placements of the tombs and the small hill which only has the tombs of the potters its safe to say that he was an ancestor or an relative of one.

After going through all the names of my family starting from the 18th century to the present, I came to new additions.

James Charles Potter (1960-1981) Lily Dahlia Potter Nee Evans (1960-1981)

The Last Enemy That Shall Be Destroyed is Death

I laid down the lilies I bought and just stared at them. After an unknown amount of time I started,

Hi Mum, Dad, Its me Harry. Sorry it took this long to come meet you guys. I didn't know you were dead up until yesterday. More like, I hoped you were just held up in some place and one day will come to take me away.

After that I just talked and talked tell them about what I did, how I grew up, big D, uncle Dan, gossip queen, the walrus. Everything that has happened till this day, even how the Dursleys treat me and all. Then about my new team and the role I play, My and Big D's awkward truce/friendship/bromance whatever you call it. Finally, about the house and them, their friends.

Not sure when it started but at some point, of the story tears started to fall my eyes. For the second time in my life, I broke down on my mother's tomb. I screamed and yelled for this damned life I live, I cried for not having parents, I cried for not having friends, I cried for not being able to trust someone/anyone, I cried for not being able to completely trust the one person who cares for me, I cried for me. I cried and cried till no tears came and the world went dark.

Once I came to, I found myself staring at a cat who was doing the same. I looked around and found myself on a couch inside an old cottage of sorts with books strewn all over the place. I started to get up take note of my surrounding to plan on my next course of action.

I just sat up when I heard someone behind me saying "I see that you are awake pumpkin".

I turned around to see an old woman coming towards me levitating a tray of cups. She looked old, no scratch that, she looked ancient. If one of those witches from the Disney were to walk out the books, she would be a perfect match for them. She sat next to me placing the tray on one the stacks of books standing haphazardly defying the laws of physics.

I just stared uncomprehendingly for a moment before asking dumbly, "Do You know me?"

"Of course, dear, I'd recognize your hide anywhere" she answered amusedly.

"I don't understand" I scratched my head confusedly.

"That's because she was there with you since I pulled you out of your mother" answered a melodic voice from somewhere.

I looked up to find a woman casually leaning against a shelf. She looked young and really beautiful, like those magazine models that petunia dream to become but can never become a reality beautiful. Her skin was pale, paler than the usual with hair dark as night and eyes red as blood.

"Oh, don't be like that sopi, you'll scare the poor child" the old lady interrupted.

For which she scoffed looking at me, "mere words won't scare my little raven, will it?"

To be honest, I'm actually starting to get a little scared but I stare at her with my best poker face which I perfected over the years. Looking at that, she gave a toothy grin showing her pearly white teeth which….

My mind took a few moments to process what it saw. Those were not teeth, those were fangs. Pale skin, red eyes , fangs, if I didn't know what she was then the countless hours I spent with uncle dan watching all those movies were in vain. Once my brain processed that, I froze with my mouth open gaping like a fish.

Seeing my reaction her grin widened, if that was even possible, to something similar to predatory. I'm literally frozen in place not knowing what to do. A part of me wants to flee right this instance and never look back. Another part wants to jump at her and ask her to turn me into one.

(What? Doesn't everybody dreamed of becoming one. Vampires are cool mate.)

When the tension continues to raise between us suddenly a book flew out of nowhere and smacked right on the back of her head defusing the situation.

"Don't scare my pumpkin. It's bad enough you became a block of ice. Do you want to turn him into one too" the old lady scolded.

"Uh, Excuse me. Who are you really? How do you know me? And are you really a vampire?" I interrupted.

"Well… I guess I should introduce myself or is it re-introduction" the old lady started only to be cut off by the irate young lady, "Just get on with it hag we don't all day to wait for your drawl". The said hag only gave sharp look that shut her up. Then she began,

"Where was I? Oh yes, Introductions. For starters, I'm Bathilda Bagshot, neighbour to your parents and a wet nurse for when you were born. This block of ice here is your grand aunt Cassiopeia Ophiuchus Black."

"My grandaunt?" I asked my mind going to places it shouldn't make assumptions it shouldn't. But I can't stop the thought raging through my mind.

"What? Don't tell me the mutt didn't tell me anything about me? Even then, didn't you see me at the family tree?" she asked looking at my confused face.

"Mutt? Family tree?" This just made me even more confused.

"Don't tell me Sirius didn't take you to grimmauld place or the black manor not even once?" she too was confused now.

"Sirius? You mean Sirius Black? He's in Azkaban" I stated and she shrieked hearing that

"What's that mutt doing in Azkaban? Then where are you living?"

"With my aunt petunia." and she nearly blew her top off hearing that

"THAT PEST…... You mean to tell me that you are living with your jealous, ugly vindictive, can't even be considered a human being, pest of an aunt?"

"Yes" I answered meekly while thinking that he didn't know that there already were adjectives in the English dictionary for petunia.

Hearing my answer my grandaunt, is she really, stomped off out of the room and we could hear some crashing sounds and something breaking. I listened to noise worriedly thinking about her and at the same time I felt something warm inside me. She is angry, for me. She doesn't even know what happened yet she's pissed that I'm living at the Dursleys.

"Please excuse the poor girl, she just came to Britain after a long while and doesn't know the situation here. Just wait for her to calm down, in the meantime tell me about how you came here" the old lady, Bathilda, interjected.

And then, I told her my life story, excluding my treatment from the Dursleys, about the meadows house, the elf, the letters, the photographs and the newspapers. About asking dael about my parents and diving through the newspapers for any clues and all.

While we were talking the sounds of crashing stopped and my aunt walked out, not gonna call her my grandaunt, for one she looks young and who doesn't want a beautiful woman for a mother or an aunt. Especially if the said beauty's a vampire.

Cassiopeia's POV

I started to slowly calm down after unleashing the carnage on the poor hag's backyard. I repaired everything with a flick of my wand and went inside. I crept up to the door and started listening to the conversation taking place. Even though the boy left out many details, I can read between the lines and can fill in the banks based on what I know of lily's sister.

I need more information; I need to figure out the situation first and plan accordingly. I only have two before I need to go back. I can't leave pepper alone either. I need to take harry back with me or move to England with pepper. Will see when the time comes.

Now I need to go do the thing I came to do in the first place. Visit my brother. With that in mind I walked out of the door stopping their conversation.

"Would you like to meet your granduncle, Raven?" I asked looking at the boy whose eyes lit up on the word granduncle

"I've more family. Of course, I'd like to meet him. When are going" he enthused.

"Now"