A./N.: Hi guys, sorry for the long silence. Hope you enjoy this chapter. And guys I could really use some ideas.

Harry stared at his Headmaster and Head of House blankly for a moment. Then he turned away abruptly, ignoring their presence all together. He was still mad as hell that they hadn't told him. And he had sworn to himself that he wouldn't forgive them easily and in the foreseeable future. Anger flaring, he stared at the fire place with the huge kettle hanging over the fire. He heard a small whimpering noise from behind him but did not turn to see what or who had made it.

"Harry, please give us a chance to explain", said Dumbledore pleadingly.

Harry was having none of it. He didn't turn, he didn't answer, he didn't give any sign that he had even heard Dumbledore. Hagrid was shocked. Harry was not usually this improper. Especially not to a teacher.

"Harry, apologize to Professor Dumbledore. He's a great man, he is", reprimanded Hagrid sharply.

Harry jumped up, clearly enraged, and started to yell at all three adults.

"SHUT UP", he screamed. "I had to live with the Dursleys. Do you have any idea how miserable my life was?"

A single big tear ran down Minerva's cheek.

"Please, Harry, I'm so sorry. Give me time to explain", she pleaded, desperately.

Harry had never heard Minerva McGonagall plead before. It sounded awful and he hated it. Turning around slowly, he faced her and nodded.

"Explain then", he said, almost aggressively.

"Sit down", Minerva began. "When your mother came to Hogwarts, she was sad because she had had many fights with her sister. Petunia was always jealous of Lily, not just for her magic. Later she resented Lily for finding true love and not just a friendly guy to marry. Lily and James had been married for only a few months when your grandparents, Lily's parents, died in a car crash. Another driver drove on the wrong lane and crashed head first into their car. Your grandfather was dead immediately and your grandmother died in the Hospital. Lily was distraught. She cried for days, wouldn't eat or sleep properly. Her first instinct was to go to Petunia but her sister didn't welcome her. Instead she threw her out of the house and forbid her to ever set foot on their threshold again."

Here McGonagall paused and inhaled deeply. She decided to give Harry the short version of events. He could ask more at a later date.

"Desperation turned to anger", started Minerva again. "Your mother returned to Hogwarts, mourning her parents and having lost the last surviving member of her family. While she had been in Hogwarts, she had been like Miss Granger in a way. Very studious but she had friends as well. Transfiguration had been her favourite subject from the start. Whenever she had questions about the magical world, she came to me, asking questions or just talking to me. She became not only my favourite student but also like a daughter. I already told you that she went into hiding because I thought it more secure with you on the way. I couldn't and still can't forgive me that she was killed. I ... I wanted to raise you, Harry. Please believe me ..."

"Then why didn't you?" asked Harry bitterly.

Albus stepped forward and slightly in front of his wife, almost protectively.

"That was because of me. I, too, loved Lily like a daughter but we weren't her real parents. Meaning there was no blood connection between us. The reason why you had to live with your aunt was the blood that runs through her veins. She was Lily's sister even if she is denying it whole-heartedly. Nothing can change that. Lily's sacrifice protects you as long as you are protected by her blood relatives. Since Petunia is the only living one, her blood ensured your survival", explained Albus matter-of-factly.

Harry starred at both his professors. Stunned beyond words and clearly shocked by the revelations.

"What are those?" he managed to croak after a while, indicating the books and the basket.

"These are photos from your parents when they were here at Hogwarts and this was your basket when you were staying with us. There are toys and your blanket in it ...", said Minerva but Harry's expression stopped her.

Harry starred at her in disbelief. Was she saying what he thought she was? She had not only met his parents and could tell him something about them but she had also babysat him. He needed a moment to collect himself because ears were welling about again.

"Are ye alrigh, Harry?" asked Hagrid.

"Nope", said Harry. "I have to ..."

And he bolted out the door. Half-way up the slope to the castle, he ran past Ron and Hermione. They just looked at each other and then chased after Harry.