Hey Everyone! Here is the next chapter. I'm so sorry it's taken so long…I have so many thoughts flying around my brain it's hard to concentrate on one.

Enjoy!

PS…Harry would like me to inform you that he belongs to JK Rowling.

Harry slowly opened his eyes. The last thing he remembered was a similar pair of green eyes looking at him with concern. Sitting up, he looked over the room and it seemed like he was in some room at Grimmauld Place. He paused as his mind caught up with his earlier statement. There was no way that his…mum could be here. She was dead. He was sure.

He swung his legs over the bed and seeing that no one was around got up and cautiously stuck his head out the door.

Sounds could be heard coming from up the stairs so he assumed that people were eating in the kitchen. He closed the door and tried to think about what was going on. He thought back to what Fawkes had said to him. Something about being granted a second opportunity?

His mind then drifted back to when he had been in the presence of Draco and…others. They all seemed like they knew him and were friends. Harry shuddered as he recalled how close Voldemort had been. But that brought him back to Fawkes…had he somehow been transported to some sort of different reality? One where his parents were still alive?

He shook his head and went to what he hoped was the bathroom. He finally took a long look at his face. Something must have been done about his vision because no longer did his emerald eyes hide behind glasses. He moved his hair off of his forehead and found that one thing that always stayed with him. His lightening bolt scar. He sighed and let his hair fall down so that it covered it up and his eyes once more caught sight of the tattoo on his collarbone. He frowned and wondered what that meant? He couldn't shake the feeling that it was one of a pair…he wondered who had the other one?

He shook his head and washed his face. He would think about that later. Once he was done washing his face, he saw that someone had laid out clothes for him so he got dressed and made his way down the stairs where he could still hear the raised voices.

"I'm telling you, you have no idea what that boy has been taught!"

Harry paused. He winced. They must be talking about him. He quieted his breath and listened through the door.

""Well what do you want us to do? Cast him out on his own? That's my son!"

There was a snort. "He's no longer your son…your son died when he was a baby. I bet that bastard taught him personally. How do we know this isn't some ploy to get to the Order? You heard Snape last night…he's the Dark Heir."

Silence. Harry swallowed. That didn't sound promising.

"I don't care…he's still my son…and I'll be damned if I miss this chance to get to know him."

Another snort. "Fine. Your death."

An awkward silence filled the room and Harry wondered if he should make his presence known. The choice was taken from him when suddenly the door opened and he was reveled to the room.

Harry shuffled his feet and waved his hand in an awkward greeting. "Hello."

James couldn't breath. He had followed Lily up the stairs and was just in time to hear someone call out the word mum before there was quiet. He slowly opened the door to see Lily bend over and kiss the boy on the forehead. No. Not just any boy…his son.

James swallowed his grief and moved closer. He had always imagined what Harry would look like but he had never thought it would be such a carbon copy. It was like going back in time.

"Lils…it's…"

She nodded and grabbed his hand, "I know James…but it's really him. Our Harry is back." She started to cry and James wrapped his arms around her to hold her close. She pulled back to gaze up at James, "what are we going to do?"

James laid his cheek on her head, "let's just take one step at a time."

She nodded and looked back at their son and James knew that if he didn't do anything then Lily would spend the night. "Come on Lils…you can see him in the morning."

She bit her lip but allowed James to pull her away from the bedside and into their room.

It was later in the morning and after sending the younger crowd to the Burrow for the day James was eating breakfast with Lily, Sirius and Remus when Moody came storming in.

"Where's the boy?"

James snorted. "He's still sleeping."

Moody eyed James with his creepy eye, "any one guarding him or are you all down here?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Don't be so paranoid Moody. It's not like-"

"I'm telling you…you have no idea what this boy has been taught." Moody frowned and crossed his arms, "this could all be a big ploy."

Lily frowned. "What do you want us to do? Cast him out on his own? That's my son!"

Moody laughed harshly. "You heard Snape…that boy has been taught at the knees of that snake bastard. He's the Dark Heir."

Lily stood up and slammed her hands down on the table, "I don't care…he's still my son and I'll be damned if I miss this chance to get to know him."

She was literally standing face to face with Moody when suddenly the door squeaked open to revel none other then the boy himself. He seemed awkward and shuffled from foot to foot, "hello."

Lily's hands flew to her mouth. He even sounded like James. She moved closer, not daring to speak for fear that she would start crying. He seemed to be in a more healthy state then last night and she could see that he was watching her with a careful eye.

"Harry?" She reached out a hand hesitantly.

Harry swallowed past the lump in his throat. The truth was staring him in the face. He must have been transported to some alternate reality, one where his parents were still alive. His mother was just as beautiful as Sirius and Remus had always described. Her long red hair fell down her back in soft waves and her green eyes were sparkling with tears.

"Hey…mum."

That was all it took for Lily to throw herself at her son and hold him tight. Harry did the only thing he had always wanted and he wasn't sure if it was the trip or what but he couldn't hold back the tears as he clung to his mother for the first time in his life. He looked over his mum's shoulder to glance at his dad and could see why people were always comparing him to James.

Harry bit his lip and pulled away from Lily only to have James gather him in an equally tight hug. Harry relaxed in his father's arms, feeling safe for the first time in his lonely life.

"Not that I mean to cut the family reunion short but I would like to talk with young Mr. Potter."

Harry pulled away from his dad and narrowed his eyes at Dumbledore. Lily's eyes grew wide with concern, "is there something wrong Albus?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "merely just a formality. I will have him back to you within the hour."

Harry was led away by Dumbledore and he could hear Sirius snort, "formality my ass…this is your doing Moody," was all he could hear before the door shut. He pulled his arm away from Dumbledore and went to sit down on the couch across from the old man.

Dumbledore didn't say anything so Harry simply chose to sit back and gaze at his old headmaster.

"This is most peculiar Mr. Potter." Dumbledore waved his hand and tea appeared on the table in front of them. Dumbledore went about making himself a cup of tea, "I did not think that Tom had it in him to let you live all those years ago."

Harry only blinked. He didn't really know what to say.

Dumbledore went on, "as such it is almost the school year. How would you like to come to Hogwarts?"

Harry was confused at the sudden turn of conversation. "Sir?"

"Hogwarts? You are about the right age." Dumbledore took a sip of his tea and regarded Harry over the rim. "It will do you good to be around people your own age and perhaps you can make some new friends."

Harry just nodded. Dumbledore stood up, "perfect. I will make all the necessary arrangements." That said Dumbledore left.

Harry was still sitting there when the door opened and his mum came in. "Did Dumbledore leave? What did he want?"

Harry bit his lip, "he's allowing me to go to Hogwarts."

Lily smiled. "Really? That's going to be an adventure." She came over and sat next to Harry on the sofa and ran her fingers through his hair, "I know your old enough to do things yourself but…" she trailed off.

Harry knew what she wanted and he smiled. He leaned over and kissed his mum on the cheek, "I would love to go shopping with you."

Lily was surprised. "Really?"

Harry nodded. Lily smiled, "then let's go. The day's awasteing."

Later that day Harry instantly regretted saying yes to going shopping with Lily. Earlier that morning when he had told his dad and uncles they each shared a knowing look and Remus even patted Harry on the shoulders as if wishing Harry good luck.

His mum was a nightmare. She had taken him out to muggle London and after hours and hours, Harry was the proud owner of a completely new wardrobe. He had new pants, new shirts, jackets, shoes and anything else that a person could think of. What's more is that Lily dragged him to diagon ally and after his new muggle wardrobe, he now had a new wizard wardrobe. His eyes had widened at how much money was being spent but Lily waved his concerns away.

When they finally returned to Grimmauld Place, Harry was exhausted. He slumped onto the sofa and rubbed his forehead.

"Tough day?"

He opened one eye to stare at Sirius. "Go away…I'm tired."

Sirius laughed and did the exact opposite and plopped down next to Harry. "Lily's a drill sergeant at shopping…we tried to warn you."

Harry pouted then sighed. "True…but I'm not one to say no to my mother, especially if it was my first time."

His comment silenced Sirius. When his godfather had been silent for too long, Harry opened both eyes to see what was up. "Sirius?"

Sirius shook his head, "nothing. I came to see if you were up to meeting some new people."

Harry blinked. He wondered what the order had been told and if they knew where he had come from.

Sirius seemed to guess his train of thought because he grinned, "relax. It's not the full order, just the one's close to James and Lily."

Harry shrugged his shoulders. It was now or never.

Voldemort was not in a good mood.

"Crucio!"

The stupid man in front of him screamed painfully on the ground in front of him. Voldemort finally released the curse and the man was left moaning on the ground.

"Take him away."

Deatheaters came forward and gripped the man by the arms, dragging him out of the room.

Voldemort rubbed his forehead. A headache was forming. Harry had been missing for a day and no one knew where the boy had gone. Voldemort wanted to ask Draco but the boy's mother had whisked the boy away for a last minute vacation before school and no matter how much Voldemort demanded to see the boy, Narcissa wouldn't let him.

"Severus!"

The man appeared out of nowhere and bowed. "Yes, my lord."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes. "I don't care what you do or how you do it…I want Hadrian back in this mansion."

Severus Snape kept his face void of his inner turmoil. He merely nodded his head. "As you wish, my lord." He left the same way he came and Voldemort glanced out the window. When he got his hands on Harry…he would make sure that Harry knew who was boss.

Ok…I was going to put the family meeting in this chapter but decided to wait plus Draco chimes in…stay tuned. Also if it seems like Harry and his family are too chummy for just meeting, don't worry...things will come to a head.