"Took you long enough son. I was worried I was going to have to come back for you." Harry's breath caught a little at being called son, but it didn't seem James even realized what he had said.

"Mitzi!" The smallest house-elf Harry had ever seen popped into the room. She (or so Harry assumed it was a she) worn a pristine white tea towel that had been shaped to look like a frilly maids apron. Thankfully it was equipped with a piece to cover the back as well.

"Master is back!! We was not been expecting you until end of term." Her voice was stern, as if she was reprimanding James for coming without notice.

"Yes well Mitzi this is Harry, take him to get some food while I contact Black."

"Of course Master, this way Young Master." Harry followed the diminutive house elf through the Manor. It was a huge building; the ceilings rose far above him and were carved in intricate patterns. It was like walking through a museum that he had gone to for a school trip when he was still living with the Dursley's. Beautiful paintings and sculptures where placed tastefully throughout the hallway he walked down. The lighting made everything bright and the white walls and arches showed no signs of dust or dirt. He was brought to a dining room, well hall more like it. The table could hold at least 50 guests, but only two place settings were set. One on either end of the table, Harry guessed there would be no conversation over lunch. Harry sat down where Mitzi directed him to. Harry could only laugh as the little elf used her magic to push his chair in, place a napkin on his lap and levitate his food too him all at the same time. A talented little elf indeed.

"Do hurry and eat Harry, the floo will be open in exactly fourteen minutes and 15 seconds." James announced as he rushed into the room and grabbed a turkey sandwich from Harry's plate.

"Hey, that was mine!" Harry said without conviction as James leaned on the table beside Harry.

"Should have eaten it faster then." He said with a smile as he stole a few chips off Harry's plate as well.

"Master should not be sitting on the table. What would the Mistress say if she knew!!" The poor elf was getting teary eyed as she spoke.

"Quite down Mitzi, mother and father aren't even here to find out. Your grandparents are currently on and extended holiday, as are most of the old purebloods who didn't agree with You-Know-Who's rule. Perhaps I can send you to stay with them for awhile. I'm sure they would love to meet you."

"I have grandparents?" He said it mostly to himself, but it caused James to burst out laughing.

"Of course you have grandparents, what did you think I just oozed out of the ground or something?" Most of the food was gone from Harry's plate, most in part to James, and both Potter's made their way back to the room Harry had first arrived in.

"The address is 12 Grimmauld Place, can you remember that?" James asked as he took a handful of powder from an ornate box.

"Yeah." His voice was a little choked; he was going to see Sirius again. He couldn't help but think it was strange that he was more excited to see his Godfather than his real father, but then of course he had never really met his father, and the pain of Sirius' death was still so fresh.

"Black!! Are you here?" The house was quite when they arrived in the kitchen floo. Gone was the oppressive darkness that he had always felt when entering Grimmauld Place, instead the kitchen felt welcoming and bright. There was a window now above the sink, even though Harry knew the kitchen was underground. Light poured in from it and he could see a view of the muggle street outside. A scuffling by the door got both his and James' attention.

"Potter, what are you doing here?" Harry's breath left him for a moment as he stared at the woman entering the kitchen. Her red hair was beautiful and her green eyes sparkled, but her voice held no warmth as she spoke to James.

"Mrs. Black, it's nice to see you again. I sent a letter to Sirius to open the floo; I have a favor to ask of you." She wiped her hands on a dishrag almost violently when James spoke of a favor, Harry couldn't help but stare at the face he had only seen in pictures. His staring caught her attention though, and she turned to look at him with a small smile on her face.

"And who might you be?" She asked in kind voice that Harry could almost remember from his dreams. He couldn't seem to find his own voice though and James answered for him.

"This is my son, Harry. Harry this is Lilly Black." Black, she wasn't James' wife, but she was still alive.

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Black."

"And you Harry. I wasn't aware that you had a son Potter." As she turned back to James he couldn't help but think how much Sirius had betrayed his father, he knew how much his dad had loved Lilly.

"Well until today I didn't either. Harry needs a place to stay until we can get him to the Americas."

"Well, we have a few rooms now that most of the kids are gone. Do you have any belongings with you Harry?"

"No Mam." All he had now was his wand, Hedwig was gone, the map, the invisibility cloak, his broom, his photos of his friends and parents. It all hit him so hard then, that his life up this morning was gone. He felt sick.

"Alright then, my eldest left some things behind that should fit you, straight upstairs, first door on the left." Eldest son? Seems as if Sirius and his mother had been busy.

"Lilly, is someone here?" The voice came from somewhere upstairs.

"In the kitchen darling." Darling, that didn't sound that Sirius' voice. And when the man entered the room Harry understood why.

"Potter, what brings you here?" His voice held a hint of anger and his face was not welcoming in the least.

"Harry this is Regulus Black, Lilly's husband, Black this is my son Harry."

"Your son?"

"Harry here is going to be staying with us for awhile Regulus. Be a dear Harry and help me with lunch while your father and my husband have a chat, we have quite a few mouths to feed." Making food, that was something Harry could do well without having to concentrate. He had a feeling a mental breakdown was on its way.

"Yes Mam."