It has been fifteen years since the Potter incident, and not a single soul in the wizarding community knows what happened to the child of the Potters, Harry James Potter.

There have been various speculations on what might really have happened on the night of October 31st. One of the many and most considered was that Harry Potter was taken by the Death Eaters and killed somewhere, but no one can deny or attest to it, so it remains one of the unsolved mysteries that the new era of the wizarding community wishes to unravel after the fall of the Dark Lord.

It has also been two years since Sirius Black escaped Azkaban and has been aware of his godson's predicament. Hence, he made it his life's mission to find out the veracity of those claims. With a heavy sigh, Sirius stood up from his position. The day has ended once again with no clue. The full moon stood majestically above him, illuminating his surroundings as if seemingly pitying him. The gloomy surroundings reflected his feelings.

"Sirius, let's return. It's not safe if we stay here any longer. You can just return again tomorrow." said Lupin as he patted his best friend's shoulder. Just like any other day, Sirius spent most of his time in front of the destroyed house of the Potters, in the hope that wherever Harry is, whoever has him, will one day return.

Aside from Sirius, the Order has also expanded their search area in hopes of locating the lost Potter. They had already taken a few steps away from the house, following Remus in the lead while Sirius followed closely behind, when Remus, thanks to his sensitive hearing, thought he heard a distant voice, which halted his steps. His heart quickened, and a hopeful thought crossed his mind. Remus looked back at his friend, prompting him to stop as he listened intently.

"Is this the place?" said the distant voice. Remus immediately turned around and silently approached the location of the origin of the voice. Sirius, still in the dark, followed him silently.

In the middle of the street, he saw a silhouette of a person walking slowly while glancing from left to right. Remus can feel his heart about to leap out of his body, full of anticipation. Sirius followed where Remus was looking and saw a silhouette slowly approaching the house of their best friend. Both of them waited with baited breath.

Nico stopped in front of the once humble house of the Potters, which he once saw in the past but was now in ruins. He promised Harry before that he would bring him along when he reached the age of fifteen to his birthplace, where his parents used to live.

Harry slowly stepped closer to his parents' house. He has this sudden heavy feeling in his chest. He never felt alone, thanks to his father and uncles who took care of him, but now he is choking on the tears he didn't know he was holding back. Maybe because deep down he missed them, or maybe because he never got a chance to even see their faces, he somehow felt incomplete.

Harry suddenly felt angry toward the murderers of his parents, but he knew that holding such hatred would do him no good. He knew that his parents were kind and strong-hearted people. They would not want him to grow up with hatred and vengeance.

"Uncle, how do they look?" Harry asked silently, hoping Nico would somehow give him a rough idea of how his parents look. He never asked his uncle before because he thought that he might not answer him. After all, anything related to his grandfather's domain is somewhat limited and restricted—at least that's what he thought.

Nico smiled at him as he ruffled his hair before answering, "I thought you'd never ask." He waved his hand, and he saw in his mind the image of his parents. Harry engraved his parents' image in his mind. After a few minutes, he created an illusion in the mist, projecting his parents smiling fondly at him.

He removes the hood of the pull-up jacket he is wearing. He wears round eyeglasses, defining his bright green eyes, which shine brightly under the illumination of the full moon above them. He has a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead, a reminder of his parents' murderer. His unruly black hair sways as the wind blows gently. The strong scent of the sea dances in the wind, embracing him whole, as if reminding him of his father's warmth and love, wiping away any unnecessary thoughts from his mind. He was almost as tall as his adopted father on his sixteenth birthday. Overall, one can easily label the teen as charming and handsome.

Harry stretches out his hand toward his parents. The mist form also reached out to him. Harry smiled as his tears continued to streak down his face. He finally saw them, he thought. The once gloomy area flipped. Harry felt complete and content.

After almost half an hour, "Someone's here for you, Harry" Nico told him.

Harry turned around just in time as Remus and Sirius shakily approached him. Both eyes were red and almost on the verge of crying. They still can't believe what's in front of them. After two years of waiting, their wish has finally been realized.

"Is that you, Harry?" Sirius silently asked as they stood in front of the teen. Sirius knows that the one in front of him is really his godson. He just wants the confirmation to come from the person he is facing.

Harry trusted Nico that he would never let harm come close to him, and he is also confident that he can take down the two men in front of him should they mean him harm. That's why, when one of them asked him, he immediately nodded his head in confirmation.

Sirius, as soon as Harry confirmed his identity, immediately bent down and embraced him in a hug as tears streamed down his face. Sirius is a tall, well-built, darkly handsome man with fair skin, long, lustrous black hair, striking gray eyes, and an air of casual elegance. Yet the look of a fully grown man crying shattered this appearance, but Sirius did not mind it. What's on his mind right now is that his godson is safe and is finally back.

Remus, on the other hand, although he wanted to hug Harry, was quite reserved, knowing he had plenty of time to do so after Sirius.

Harry is quite confused about what's happening, but he nevertheless didn't push the man away. He somehow felt some connection to the man.

As Sirius calmed his emotions, he stood up and introduced himself as his godfather and his parents' best friend, together with Remus.

Harry is quite overwhelmed but still manages to sort everything out immediately, albeit awkwardly. He also introduced himself as a Jackson, from his father's mortal name, before introducing Nico to them.

"Nico?" Remus and Sirius simultaneously asked back, as they could not see anything from where Harry was pointing. Looking at their confused looks, Harry looked at Nico.

"Harry, you must remember who we are. You are now a part of our world. Mortals like them cannot see past the Mist, as they are deemed unqualified and not important. The Mist does not allow any mortals to even see a glimpse of any divinity because once they do, chaos shall befall on them, and the monsters of our world will no longer ignore them and will openly hunt them." Nico explained to him, and Harry nodded his head in understanding. "However, I can at least do this much to them." Nico waved his hand, a cold wind blew towards Remus and Sirius, and shadows danced around them as lights from the street lamps flickered non-stop for a short while before stopping completely.

Sirius and Remus were alarmed and suddenly grabbed hold of their wands, ready for battle, as they made their way onto both Harry's sides.

Harry blinked dumbly at them for a few seconds before laughing. "Uncle Nico says hello to both of you." he said, which caused Sirius and Remus to stare wide-eyed at Harry, who was laughing.