AN: Like I said five chapters ago, J. owns the Potter universe.
"You look exactly like my Jamie but you have your mother's eyes" his grandfather's portrait told him with a hint of amusement in his voice. Harry watched stunned, all his life he had yearned to know his family, now here he was facing his grandfather's portrait and he was tongue tied. Pain shot through his chest, equal parts happiness, equal parts sadness. He would finally get to know some of the Potters, he would get to know his family, how he yearned to hug his grandfather, who stood proud and tall in his portrait, giving him a confused look. "What's the matter Harry? Oh dear, Dorea would kill me all over again, I paralysed her grandson! I knew I should have stayed shut and let him talk, Harry, say something!" His grandfather said dramatically, as he clutched his chest in fake concern. Harry couldn't help but snort.
There was a groan from somewhere to his right and much above his grandfather's portrait as he grinned at his grandfather's antics. "These young ones have no sense of respect for authority and age. No sense of propriety. Snorting! In front of your ancestors, my father would have thrown me to the dragons." Harry looked at the portrait of the man that said it, he was man with brown hair, wavy hair giving him an aristocratic air and grey eyes, he gave Harry the same cheeky grin that his grandfather gave a few minutes ago, Harry supposed it was a Potter trait. The name under the portrait said "Lord Leonis Potter (1530- 1600) Headmaster Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1580-1595). Harry's eyes went wide; he didn't remember seeing this portrait in Dumbledore's office ever, no one told him that his great-great-great grandfather or something was the headmaster of Hogwarts.
"Wait! But I never saw you in Dumbledore's office. You are my ancestor, why didn't you tell me you were there all the time? I visited that office so many times, I was alone in that office so many times, why didn't you ever tell me anything?" Harry burst out flabbergasted and a little hurt. The portrait eyed him with interest before replying, "Because I have been looking out for you. I am a painting, I would have been useless, I could not bring you home to your grandparents or parents because you were too young and it was dangerous to lure you out. And knowing you young Harry, as I have come to know you, you would have jumped the chance to see the portraits of your parents or Godfather. I could not talk to you without risking your life, so I kept my peace. But I am proud of you, all of us are. You have been the bravest of us all." He smiled proudly at Harry, standing tall in his portrait.
Harry glared mutinously at the portrait before something clicked "When you say grandparents or parents, does that mean that they are here somewhere in their portraits?" Harry spun around excitedly, looking for his parents. "Your father's portrait is here, yes." This time it was Charlus Potter who answered his question, "But the portraits of our spouses reside at the Manor, this room only contains the portraits of Lord and Lady Potters, those who are related by blood through the generations." Harry looked at his grandfather and grinned excitedly, his dad was here somewhere. He spun around again, "Where are the others?" "In their other portraits, either at home or where their other portraits are, however, I believe your father and Sirius are busy terrorising the Lords from the house of Blacks, in the Black family meeting room. I will go call them, excuse me." Harry watched his grandfather vanish out of his portrait and turned his eye to Leonis Potter who smiled at him.
"Trouble making is a Potter family trait, we have been infamous for troubling others, but no one has ever attracted trouble, as much as you do." He said with a laugh; as Harry blushed and muttered that he didn't go looking for trouble, trouble usually found him. "Harry!"
