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Harry smiled at her; he knew his jet black hair belonged to her. "Hi grandma, I can call you grandma right?"

"You can call me anything you feel like, Gran, Granma, Granny, Gramps, just about anything. I never got the chance to meet you at all. Dragon Pox at my age almost always leads to death; your parents had just started going out. But you my dear are a precious child, a perfect blend of both your parents."

Harry blushed; he was not used to being liked by family yet. The Weasleys, Hermione, Andromeda, Luna and Neville liked him and he was yet to figure out why, he almost lead them to their deaths or caused the death of their loved ones but praise and acceptance from family was a new territory. He didn't know what to say, it turns out he didn't need to say anything.

"Hey, Harry I am kind of bored checking out the curtain you covered me with, do you mind hanging me somewhere?" Harry jumped, he had completely forgotten about Sirius. He rushed to Sirius' portrait, picking it up he looked around for a good place. The columns next to his parents' as well as grandparents' portraits were empty. Harry stuck Sirius's portrait on the column next to his parents' portrait. He noticed that this portrait of Sirius had a black throne like seat, made of white- wait! Was the seat made of bones? Meanwhile Sirius had already abandoned his portrait and walked off to his parents' portrait. He was currently busy hugging his mother and consoling her, telling her it was not hers or James' fault that he ended up in Azkaban for twelve years. "We were betrayed flower, you, me everyone. But I am sorry for acting rashly, I should have gone to Dumbledore, I should have stayed with Harry. Had I not been so rash, Harry would have grown up knowing all about you and his legacy. Can you forgive me for that?"

"There is nothing to forgive Sirius. It wasn't your fault either. James told me all about how you apologised over and over when you first discovered that both your portraits were in the same building and you found his portrait. Thank you so much Sirius, for everything that you did for Harry."

"Hey, he is my godson; I never got to spoil him rotten. He is not much an arrogant toerag either." Sirius said pushing Lily's hair out of her face and hugging her like an elder brother. She laughed as his dad rolled his eyes. Harry looked on, realising now that love indeed was the most powerful thing in the world. It was as terrible as it was beautiful and this was his family; the family he was supposed to have. Sirius meanwhile had shrieked "Mrs. P!" and hurtled on to his grandparents' portrait. For the first time, since Harry had seen her aristocratic portrait, did he see his grandmother blush and giggle. Strangely, she didn't appear like someone who would giggle. She looked like royalty, royal people don't giggle.

"Just as beautiful as you were the day I saw you for the first time." Sirius said, bowing low to kiss her knuckles, his grandmother blushed immediately, "How I missed your beautiful face Mrs. P."

"Sirius Black, you need to stop flirting with my wife or I will have you moved to some other location" his grandfather threatened but without any hint of meaning business.

"You know you won't Papa P. You would miss me terribly and your son would be heartbroken. You can't separate me from Prongsiepie; we just met after so many years."

"I sure don't mind letting him go" James muttered "Merlin! I had forgotten how crazy that mutt was, age did not have any effect on his craziness. Thank Godric, he loves you as a sister Lily"

His mother rolled her eyes and then grinned at Harry. "Well, that's how crazy it is. Welcome to your family; welcome home Harry." Harry felt his heart swell. His smile threatened to split his face in two. He was home; he was with his family.

At Lily's words Sirius turned towards Harry and grinned cheekily at him. "Well pup. You wanted to know your family, now looks like a good time to start doing it."

Suddenly, Harry felt unsure, what could he ask them? Growing up he had so many questions, now he was blank. His mind couldn't think of a single thing he wanted to ask his parents or grandparents. He turned the throne like chair to face the portraits and sat down. Elbows on his knees, clasping and unclasping his hands, thinking about what to ask; he looked up at his parents, at a complete loss for words. Sirius sniggered, his dad grinned and his mother smiled at him understandingly.

"Well, our lives were pretty mundane Harry" she said looking at him intently, "I would like to know more about your life. Was Petunia good to you? I remember the first time Leonis saw you; he came back lamenting the fact that you did not display proper Potter cockiness. According to him, you were too thin, scrawny little thing, as he put it, and too polite. He laughed at the fact that you freaked out when you saw a Phoenix go up in flames. He also told us a lot of things, but I want to hear it all from you, and you need to start from where your memory starts. What is your first memory Harry?"

"That would have to be you and dad, mum. When I was thirteen, dementors were guarding the school to protect us and catch Sirius. Whenever they got too close to me, I could hear you begging Voldemort to spare my life. That I was just a baby; and I could hear dad, asking you to take me and run while he tried to hold Voldemort back; last Christmas I witnessed the entire night of your murder from his point of view, from his memory. I think that would be my first memory." Harry had avoided looking at any of the portraits. "Oh Harry!" his mother said softly. Harry looked up to see five solemn faces, all of them looked pained, horrified at what he remembered. Harry had never even told Ron and Hermione about that night and its memories but he wanted to come clean with his parents. He wouldn't hide anything from them. He shook his head.

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