Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, he would be a bad guy, and he would enjoy tearing all the lemon drops off of Dumbledore.

CHAPTER 1 – A LETTER FROM AFAR

Gibbs was by nature not a morning person. Hence all the coffee. But when this morning he woke up to find an owl perched on his window sill he decided that he was, most likely, still dreaming.

The creature was magnificent, even he had to admit it. Shiny white feathers were slightly ruffled and its amber eyes looked at him knowingly, as if they were saying 'I know what you think but it's not a dream. Not a dream at all'.

And then he noticed a letter. It was a simple white envelope, his name written on it in black ink. There was no stamp or address.

He untied the letter from the owl's leg and briefly wondered whether he should check it for threats before opening. Thinking that it was not the typical way to deliver anthrax, he opened it cautiously. Inside was a simple sheet of parchment. His mind was now screaming that nobody uses parchment to write on and that it, somehow, must be a trap, but his famous gut was telling him otherwise so he decided to let it drop for now. He scanned the contents of the letter quickly and when his jaw hit the floor he read it again, more slowly.

Dear Mr. Gibbs,

I suppose you don't know me, I certainly do not know anything about you and your mere existence came as a shock to me. You see, I've recently found out that you're my uncle. As I was once told I have no living relatives you can imagine my surprise. Also, no one ever saw fit to tell me that one of my parents had a sibling. Besides my mother's sister - aunt Petunia that is - but I can't really call her family.

Gibbs' eyes widened with surprise. But - it meant that Lily had a child! Why didn't anyone tell him? Lily and her husband died in an accident, supposedly childless. At least that's what Tunia told him. Is it possible that she was wrong? Or maybe the child - he quickly glanced at the signature - Harry - was an impostor? Yes, that's probably what happened. Besides there was a simple way to find out.

I will be in America soon, so I'd appreciate a chance to meet with you and talk. Just write your response and tie it to Hedwig's leg. Hedwig is my owl - I suppose you've met her.

That's all, I think. If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask.

Harry Potter, apparently your nephew

Gibbs did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed his cell phone and after a few moments of fighting with the keypad he dialed his sister's number.

-ooo000ooo-

Harry was getting restless. The Dark Lord was no more and yet everyone but few still expected him to be some sort of icon. It annoyed him immensely and so he decided to solve this problem by himself. A bit of time was just what he needed. A holiday.

But first he had to make sure no one will find him. Dumbledore would definitely want to keep him by his side, as he always did, if only to keep up the perfect little light soldier charade. What the old man did not know was that Harry came up with a plan.

And Harry with a plan was a force to be reckoned with.

-ooo000ooo-

"Petunia Dursley."

"Tunia?" His voice was raspy but with a cheerful hint.

"Leroy?" He could hear her smile even through the phone. She was the only living person who could get away with calling him by his first name. "How are you? Did something happen?"

"Why? Did something have to happen for me to call my favourite sister? I'm wounded."

Somehow he knew she grimaced at that. She always did accuse him of favouring Lily over her. If he had to tell the truth, he would agree with her. His sisters were like… well, like lily and petunia. Lily was beautiful, graceful yet quiet and mysterious. Petunia always sought attention, she was garish and haughty. But he still loved them both.

"Actually, there's something I want to ask you."

"Yes?"

He was not the one to beat about the bush. "Did Lily have children?"

"Wh-what?" she stuttered, her voice now clearly panicked. "Why would you think that?"

He could not believe that. She kept something like this a secret? "Because I came into contact with her son." His tone was now harsh with an evident hint of disappointment.

"He-her son?"

"Harry."

"Ha-Harry?"

"Are we in the mountains or something?" He was quickly losing his patience. "Cause I could swear I heard an echo."

"Well…"

"Petunia!"

"Okay! Yes. He is her son!" She snapped. "Are you happy now, Leroy?"

"No. Why the hell didn't you tell me? Who is he? Who is he living with? How long did you know about him?" He stopped for a moment. "Oh, for God's sake, just tell me everything you know about him!"

"Okay, just calm down. His name is Harry Potter, he is Lily's and James' son."

"I kind of figured it out myself." He couldn't help but snap at her.

"He was born on 31st July, 1980."

"So he's 22 now."

"He lived with us during summer holidays. During the school year he attended a boarding school in Scotland."

"This highly selective one that Lily attended?"

"Yes," She paused for a moment, obviously wondering how to put everything into words. "We don't get along well as he seems to attract danger anywhere he goes and Vernon and I wanted to protect our little Dudley."

He snorted at that. If there was one thing his nephew was not, it was definitely little.

"He has his own life now. I don't see him. I don't speak to him." Something he could not understand was that there was a hint of pride in her voice.

"You know what, Tunia?" He paused for a better effect. "Our parents and Lily would be ashamed of you." And with that he hung up.

He had a letter to write.

-ooo000ooo—

After the war the Golden Trio had separated. Harry couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. It was as if they befriended him only to have him kill Voldemort. Now that it was done and they had no need of him, they were pushing him away. Of course they wrote letters to each other – he smirked sadly – very formal letters focused on their actions, never mentioning any feelings.

Fortunately for Harry, there were three other people he could always count on. The first one was, as always, Remus Lupin – his honorary godfather, still mourning the loss of his mate, Sirius Black. The second one was, to everyone's surprise, Severus Snape, who not only managed to put him back together after the final battle, but also proved to be an enjoyable and loyal companion.

The third person was a friend with benefits, but also the last real link he had to the Weasley family. Harry was waiting for him now, sitting in a small coffee house in the muggle London. He had a huge favour to ask of Bill.

-ooo000ooo—

A/N: All righty, so that's basically it for now. I have a general plan already in mind. If you have some questions just go ahead and ask. And R&R please!

By the way, does anyone know how to create horizontal line on ? I can't seem to figure it out!