Time Skip

24th December 1991

The past two days with the Grangers were completely surreal.

Harry knew that the environment he was raised in was less than stellar. Love and respect were in rather short supply in the Dursley home, a barely held truce was all that Harry had ever known, and he had been perfectly happy with it.

He had been…until the Grangers.

Their love for one another, their willingness to help each other, and the clear happiness they felt with one another was so clearly prominent in their interaction that Harry had begun to feel a greater sense of loss for what he would've had if his parents had lived to raise him.

The small hugs, their smiles and little inside jokes made their house truly feel like a home. Already in the past two day he had seen more love between them than Harry had ever felt or seen in his entire life.

'Well, isn't that downright depressing.'

Shaking away his thoughts, Harry laid back in the sofa and watched Hermione and Emma continue to decorate the tall 12 foot Christmas while they enjoyed hot chocolate and Daniel finished baking some cookies.

Harry found it funny how terrible of a cook Hermione and Emma were while Daniel appeared to be a rather good cook. Harry himself was a rather good cook, after all the years that he was forced to cook for the Dursleys. As such, while he hated how he obtained his skills and experience, he was rather proud to say that the Grangers had loved his dinner the night before.

Smoked salmon with asparagus, broccoli, buttered corn, and toasted bread rolls with a light Caesar salad on the side-it had been extremely well received by them.

"I say, Harry, you'll make a great husband to a fortunate woman someday," complimented Daniel as he entered into his second plate.

For now, the four were enjoying their Christmas Eve evening.

"Tell me, Harry, what do you want to be?"

Siting before him, Daniel looked completely at home in his navy blue sweater, soft pajama bottoms and grey fuzzy slippers. His curly brown hair was still slightly damp from his recent shower. A pair of night reading glasses rested on his nose with a closed book on his lap.

Dressed comfortably, Harry had a grey top with black pajama bottoms and a dark green robe, while he sat in the only available recliner.

'What did he want to be?'

A simple question with a complicated answer.

When he was younger, before he learned about magic, Harry had thought of joining the armed forces.

A group of soldiers had held a rally in his primary school to talk about the importance of self-defense. The tall powerfully built men and women dressed neatly in their uniforms had made an impact on a young Harry.

One of the older men, a salt-and-pepper man with a thick mustache had answered the question 'Why did you join?.'

"I joined not so that the world will remember me, but so that there will be a world to remember."

For the small weak 7 year old, these tall and strong men were what he aspired to become. A man who commanded respect by his own presence, someone you could count on to save the day, a man who had no fear of the world.

A man who could fight back.

However, the discovery of magic and the drastic change in his life had changed that goal.

If he were honest, Harry had not taken the time to truly think about his future. His only goal was the return to power for the Potter family, to improve their power in the wizarding world.

"Honestly, I do not know. Within the wizarding world, there is so much expectation about what I will be. Because I'm hailed as the defeater of the Dark Lord Voldemort, many people think I'm the next greatest wizard who will save their lives. Others claim me a dark wizard because I defeated the one hailed as the 'Greatest Dark Wizard of the Last Century.' All I have ever wanted to do, to accomplish, was to improve my family's name and standing."

With a serious face, Daniel leaned in and said, "That's a noble goal, Harry, to want to make sure your family name is restored but what about you. What do you want to be?"

Looking at the fireplace, taking note of the sparkling red hues blending in with the yellow, he thought about it.

"When I was younger, I wanted to be a soldier. Mostly because I thought it was brilliant to fight against the 'enemy.' As I grew up, I realized that the world was not divided so simply to good or bad, light or dark. That there were those who were good but did bad things and those who were bad but did good. I had an instructor of Krav Maga, a former Israeli paratrooper, who once told me that 'the world needs it's defenders, people who were willing to get dirty so that the world can continue to stay clean.' I want to be just that…a defender. Someone who stands up for the weak, who guides the lost, and fights for the defenseless."

"A hero," summarized Daniel.

"Maybe," he shrugged, "Or maybe not. I just know that my ancestors helped build the community through centuries of blood, sweat and tears. I want to continue their legacy and be someone that they would be proud of."

Taking off his glasses, Daniel said, "A rather complicated answer, Harry."

Shrugging, he said, "I'm rather complicated."

Slightly nodding, he replied, "I can see that."

Taking a sip from his forgotten drink, Daniel continued to stare at Harry, "My daughter is precious to me, Harry. Emma and I…we had dreamt of having a bigger family, but Emma had very risky pregnancy. I almost lost the two of them in the delivery room and after that, well, the doctors recommended we avoid any further children. You have become someone that my daughter cares about deeply, and as such is someone who is able to hurt her," waving his hands away when Harry attempted to interrupt, he continued, "Now, I doubt you ever would. Having met you and had you in our home these past couple of days have shown me that you are a rather intelligent and noble kid. Someone who would rather hurt themselves than anybody else. But, I can safely say that I know Hermione well. You've earned her trust and her loyalty, I can see that; which means that any step you take, any goal or task you want to undertake, she will want to help you. That means that any harm that befalls upon you will likewise drag her along. Anyone who wishes to hurt you could use her against you."

Looking at Daniel's eyes, Harry could tell the sincerity clearly prominent in them.

"I cannot guarantee that nobody will ever hurt her, or that no harm will ever befall on her. But I can safely say that I will work to ensure her safety."

Smiling, Daniel said, "I know, Harry, I know."

25th December 1991

'Knock, Knock'

"Harry, wake up! C'mon, it's Christmas!"

Startled by the sudden loud noise, Harry fell out of bed as he attempted to get up.

"Hold on, I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Grabbing his robe, Harry willed his hair to settle down into his preferred windswept style instead of the rats nest it had been.

Opening the bedroom door, Harry saw Hermione barely restraining herself from pulling him out. Wrapped in her soft blue fluffy robe, her hair was still a mess, but Hermione looked completely awake and excited.

"C'mon, Harry, let's go!"

Without warning, grabbing his wrist, Hermione began to drag him downstairs into the living room where Daniel and Emma were both seating, enjoying a hot cup of tea.

Smiling, Emma greeted him, "Merry Christmas, Harry. I see our little gremlin could barely restrain herself."

Huffing, Hermione said, "I'm not that bad, mum."

Stretching his shoulder, Harry interjected, "I don't know, Hermione. I think you might have pulled a muscle here."

Rolling her eyes, she said, "Oh, please. You're fine."

Grinning, Daniel interrupted, "Okay now kids. Why don't we get started with the gifts."

Sitting himself besides the Christmas tree, Daniel then said, "Okay, who would like to go first."

Raising her hand in a flash, Hermione said, "I'll go first, daddy."

Chuckling, Daniel motioned her forward.

Picking up a box wrapped in royal blue with a golden bow, she gave it to her mum.

Giving her a kiss in the cheek, Emma said, "Thank you, honey."

Taking care to open it, she found a framed photo of Hermione standing before the Hogwarts castle.

"I know you wish you could see the castle, mum. I know the letters I send aren't enough, so I asked around and an upper classmen was able to have this photo made of me for you."

With a tap of her wand, the photo began to move.

Gasping, Emma noticed Hermione began to wave to her from within the frame.

"It's a magical photo. Apparently there is a potion that you can use when developing them that captures a 10 second motion picture of the moment when it was captured. This way, you can have a glimpse of the castle and me."

Giving her a big strong hug, Emma whispered, "Thank you, sweetie. I love it!"

Smiling, Hermione went to give a black box to her father.

Opening it, Daniel saw an enchanted snow globe with a miniature Hogwarts and the nearby terrain. Within the globe, there was the Great Lake, a section of the forest, and the Quidditch stadium covered in snow.

"This shows you the surrounding areas. It's perfectly designed to resemble Hogwarts."

Shaking it, Daniel saw the lake spurn as waves were created clashing against the shore, the trees swayed against an invisible breeze, and the clouds swirled from the motion.

"It's really amazing, Hermione. Thank you."

Grabbing a box wrapped in green, Hermione gave it to Harry with a shy smile.

Taking care to unwrap the wrapping paper, Harry opened the box to lay eyes on a picture that displayed him and his friends group.

It was taken after Harry's first Quidditch win. Dressed in his team's uniform, Harry's hair was completely swept away while he maintain a wide smile, the snitch still within his hands. To his left stood Hermione, jumping up and down, her hair swaying-she was dressed in a plain black robe over her trousers and jumper. To his right stood Terry, who was dressed in his regular clothes as he wrapped his arm around Harry in joy. Surrounding them were Susan, Hannah, Ron, and Nevile-each looking with a wide smile.

'Friends.'

"I hope you don't mind but I had Jeremy make a copy of this photo. I figured you would like having this as a memento."

A wide smile, his eyes glistened with restrained tears as he managed to croak out, "Thank you."

Looking at the photo deeply, memorizing every detail, he continued, "I love it, truly."

For the rest of the hour, the four continued to exchange their gift. A multitude of clothes and books were exchanged as they continued to take turns. Harry's gift to the Grangers, a matching set bracelet with a single charm dangling from them, was met with gratitude once he explained it's use.

"It's enchanted, you see, so it can only be taken off by you or myself. So long as you wear it, if you press on the charm, the other will feel a gentle vibration and warmth to signal you that they are thinking of you. No matter the distance, you will always be able to have a sense of one another."

A gentle kiss in the cheek from Emma and a clap on the shoulder from Daniel, the two expressed their appreciation of his thoughtfulness.

The last gift, his to Hermione, was the one that gathered the most attention.

Wrapped in soft blue wrapping paper, Hermione opened the box to find two small compact mirrors. Lifting them, Hermione opened one to see a regular glass mirror with her reflection looking back.

"I bought the pair from this new shop in Diagon Alley called The Scrying Glass, they sell magical mirrors that are paired with another to allow for instant communication. By using the chosen password, the two link up and allow you to have a face-to-face talk with the other."

Wide eyed, Hermione lifted the other mirror.

"Right now, they are set to default. Keeping your finger pressed for 7 second in the center will allow you to change the password. One is for you to keep for yourself, Hermione, the other is for your parents. This way you can talk to one another during school."

Password changed, Hermione gave the other to her parents, who looked at it with amazement.

"Shakespeare."

Immediately, both mirrors flowed like shimmering water until they showed them each other.

"The enchantments are designed to last up to ten years so they should last you long enough. They only require the password so anybody, even those without magic, are able to operate it."

Turning the mirror around, Daniel said, "We really appreciate this, Harry. I know Emma and I will sleep a little bit better knowing we can talk to Hermione whenever we'd like."

Smiling, Harry said, "I'm glad you like it."

After gift giving was over, they went to enjoy a rather filling breakfast of fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, fried tomatoes, bacon, and sausage links. Afterwards, the four went to dress themselves in preparation for attending the Christmas mass that the Grangers attend annually.

Far from being devout Catholics, the Grangers would attend the Christmas mass each year as a tradition.

"When I was a little girl, I enjoyed sitting in the cathedral, hearing the songs echoing throughout the chamber, the colorful kaleidoscope beaming through the stained-glass windows. I felt at peace being there."

Accepting their offer, Harry decided to tag along with them.

Growing up, the Dursleys were never much of a church-going family. What they did enjoy doing, however, was claiming that the devil would punish him for being such a horrible child. As far as he could remember, Harry never set foot in a church before.

Dressed in his black suit with a white top and black tie, Harry was ready by the door way with his charcoal grey coat in his arms. His hair was resting neatly in a curly combover style while he made sure to flatten out any small wrinkles.

"You ready to go, Harry?"

Dressed in a lavender dress with her hair settled in soft curls with two strand of hair pinned to the back. Covered in a long black coat, she had a pair of black gloves in her hands as she looked at Harry expectedly.

"Yes," he replied, looking at her with a surprised look, "I must say, Hermione, you clean up nice. You look very pretty."

Blushing, she returned a shy smile, "Thank you, you look very dashing."

Posing in a dramatic heroic pose, he flashed her a shining smile. Combing his hands through his hair, he said, "Just dashing? I would think I look positively gorgeous"

Laughingly, she lightly punched his shoulder, "Try to keep that ego down."

A quick 20 minute drive later, they entered the old stone cathedral of St. Peter's Cathedral.

It was a tall building, made from weathered stone with curved pillars that support the massive weight. It's life-sized stained glass windows shone from the incoming light causing a glittering rainbow to bloom throughout the chamber. From the entrance, Harry saw two columns of pews fitted with a variety of parishioners. Finding an empty pew midway to the altar, they sat by end of it.

Standing on the altars, a couple young boys could be seen standing straight, one holding a golden cross with the other standing behind him with his hand upright, as if praying. Both were dressed in black robes and a short white top. A few minutes passed before those same boys made their way to the entrance and stood before a middle-aged man.

Of average height, the priest was dressed in white robes with a golden cross sewn in the middle, his Roman collar nestled prominently around his neck. With slight wrinkles around his eyes, he had a neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper hair that was well maintained.

The ringing of a bell could be heard twinkling throughout the chamber.

At once, all stood and turned towards the priest, giving a small bow as he began to make his way down to the altar. Reaching the front of the altar, each boy and the priest took a deep bow in homage. The priest bent down to his knee and placed a gentle kiss to the altar before making his way towards the pedestal.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."

"Amen" was said by all.

The priest extended his hand up in the air and said, " The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you all."

For the next hour, Harry sat and stood, kneel and prayed, in silence alongside the Grangers while they listened to the Holy Mass. It was a rather soothing experience-to feel the sense of peace blossom throughout Harry. Empty of any thought, he sat in comfort, enjoying the ability to sit amongst the multitude and have nobody recognize him.

Standing before them all, the priest, Father John Paul, continued his sermon regarding the importance of mercy and kindness amongst one another. He preached that Jesus Christ came down to live and preach to those who were persecuted, ignored, hated, who lived in poverty and sin. As such, in accordance to his example, we too should live our lives helping and caring for those less fortunate.

One specific line that resonated with Harry was when the Father said, "For those who feel that they are not able to do much due to their hardship, remember this; Have not others with less done more?" 1

As they drove back to the Granger's home, Harry remained silent as he contemplated that exact question.

Growing up, ignored and belittle, abuse and neglected, he knew exactly how it felt to be seen with contempt, having others look at you in disgust. He remembered how the other students would shy away from him, how their mothers would call them away from him and how utterly alone he felt.

Then, he had no one to stand up for him, no one who was willing to defend him. He had no money, no influence, no one.

Now, well, now he had the money, he had the influence, and he had a group of friends who were willing to hear him, to believe him. Perhaps all that happened occurred so that he would be best suited to understand the plight of the 'little people.' To empathize with the outcast, could relate to the abuse, and would be willing to do something about.

A touch on his shoulders made Harry turned away from the window where he had remained looking outwards as he fell into his own thoughts.

"Harry, you've been quiet since we left. You doing okay?"

A look of consternation remained on Hermione's face; her hand still remaining on his shoulder.

Giving her a reassuring smile, he said, "Yes, I am okay. I was just thinking about what Father John Paul said towards the end."

From the front, Emma commented, "It was a bit of a deep question, wasn't it? 'Have not others with less done more?' I have to admit that it did make me think about how fortunate we are compared to others."

Nodding in agreement, Daniel added, "Indeed we are. Sometimes we get so caught up in our own worlds and troubles that we forget about others who are in a worse situation. At least we have our health, good food, a safe home, and each other."

Looking out the window, he saw the grey overcast clouds float about, the slowly falling snowflakes began to cover the window glass.

"It's easy to forget about others," said Harry, "How easily people can be ignored, left to feel the pains of hunger, the harshness of the cold, ignored and abused."

Unknown to him, a concerned look passed between Daniel and Emma.

For the last few minutes of the ride, they fell into a spell of silence.

Later in the evening, as Harry continued to wash the dishes after a delightful dinner, he felt Daniel creep into the kitchen. Echoing from the living room, he could hear Emma and Hermione laugh as they continued to watch the telly.

Standing beside the kitchen island, Daniel continued to look at Harry.

"Harry, I want to ask you something. You don't have to answer it if you feel uncomfortable about it, but it's something both Emma and I are concerned about."

Scrubbing away at a particularly hard grease spot, Harry began to have a sense of what was about to be asked.

"Harry, were you abuse?"

The rushing of water continued, even as Harry stopped his scrubbing, as he froze upon hearing the question.

With a gentle tone, Daniel continued, "I know it's a rather tough topic and a hard question to answer but we couldn't help but notice how familiar you spoke about the feeling of hunger, of being abused, of being ignored. No eleven year old should understand any of that, much less how intimately you spoke about it."

The shock of the question going away, Harry attempted to divert from the question by continuing to scrub away at the dish.

Relentless, Harry continued to scrub at the same dish for several minutes, the silence permeating within the kitchen.

Should he even answer it? For so long, Harry had come to accept his past, of his abuse and neglect. He had resolved to ignore his abuse and move along, to grow out of his past. He had grown up, learned to care for himself, learned to deal with the pains and aches, the emptiness of hunger.

Should he even answer it? The Grangers were a genuinely wonderful couple, inviting a complete stranger to their home simply because he was friends with their daughter. They accepted him, dined with him and treated him with the same respect they offered their daughter. They cared more for him than the Dursleys ever did.

Should he even answer it? If he spoke about it, it would cause more issues for him. As doctors, the Grangers were ethically and legally obligated to report their suspicions to the appropriate authorities. That would result in the police and protective services becoming too investing in him. It would cause more unwanted trouble, something that he would rather avoid.

A gentle hand on his shoulder, his thought were interrupted as Daniel said, his voice a mere whisper, "Harry?"

'Fuck it.'

He'll be damned if he allowed what happened to him to hold him back from speaking about it. He was better than what they did to him.

A gentle whisper, flowing as gently and silently as the breeze would during an autumn evening, could be heard when he said, "Yes."

With a gentle hand, Daniel turned off the faucet and turned Harry until he faced him.

"I'm here if you would like to talk about it. We both are."

A blank face, his green eyes spurned with a whirlpool of emotions as he attempted to maintain his façade. Sitting on the island stool, Harry felt the warmth of a fresh cup of tea land on his hand.

"Was it your relatives?"

Taking a sip of the scorching tea, the flash of pain spasmed through his tongue as the heat ignited the peripheral nerves in his tongue. As painful as it was, it was a welcomed distraction from Daniel.

"Yes, the Dursleys abused me, mentally and physically."

For the next hour, the two remained sitting in the confines of the kitchen. Initially hesitant to speak up, Harry began to open up and spill his childhood to Daniel as time went by. An excellent listener, Daniel remained quiet, staring at Harry attentively, only getting up once to refill their tea and place a plate of scones.

By the end of it, a weight came off Harry's shoulder. Looking up, Harry saw Daniel's face looking at him with concern, his eyes revealing the burning anger hidden beneath his calm demeanor. His jaw, clenching tightly, demonstrated his restraint. Breathing slowly and evenly, Daniel broke their silence to say, "Thank you, Harry. I know it was not easy for you to talk about it, and I appreciate your trust in me to open up. It was incredibly brave of you."

Flashing Harry a gentle smile, Daniel continued, "What would you like to do now, Harry?"

Looking at him in confusion, Harry questioned, "What do you mean?"

Shrugging, he answered, "You're a smart lad. Strong and willful. I won't offend you by thinking that you're not strong enough to have reported them earlier. For you to still remain with them, it must be for a reason."

Playing with the rim of his cup, Harry said, "I found out about magic. The discovery of magic and the strength it gave me allowed me to confront them. To make them realize the error of their ways. The past few years, I've fixed our relationship a bit. My aunt and I have a mutual understanding about our situation, my cousin has grown out of his tempers. My uncle is the only one that still cares nothing about me, but we have a truce," shrugging, he continued, "It's not the most ideal but it's better than before. I now get along with Dudley, I've had several talks with my aunt about my mother, and I feel more comfortable there."

"I'm glad that things are better now, Harry. But what your relative did to you, the abuse and neglect, it should be reported to make sure they get punished."

Shaking his head, Harry said, "I'd rather not. I won't deny that they should get punished but the attention that would bring, the trouble it would cause, well, I would rather avoid it. Besides, I don't expect to live with them for much longer. My family is pretty well off, you see, old money and all. They have several houses around Britain so I could go and live in one of them."

With a slight frown, Daniel interjected, "Harry, you're an eleven year old. However mature and intelligent you may be, I would not feel comfortable knowing that you're living alone."

"I know, but please understand, I do not want anything reported. I'd prefer letting bygones remain bygones."

After several attempts by Daniel to convince Harry to come forth and report the abuse, Harry remained adamant against the idea.

He understood Daniel's point. The Dursleys should be punished for their actions, they should be taught a lesson for their abuse. But as much as Harry would like them punished, he cared more about keeping himself somewhere where he could come and go as he'd please.

"Does Hermione know? Or anybody else?"

Shaking his head, he said, "No, nobody else knows."

"Would you like to tell her? It's your life so I cannot force you but having your friends close to you, to provide you support, is incredibly helpful."

"Perhaps."

After that, their conversation ended as Harry made his way upstairs to take a shower and prepare for bed.

31st December 1991

The past several days with the Grangers passed by in a blur.

Excited to have a friend over, Hermione had designed an itinerary of what they would be doing during the holidays.

A day at the movies, walking to the park, going ice skating, shopping in Harrods, and so much more. By the end of it, Harry was both tired and happy as he enjoyed each day alongside Hermione.

The only dark spot was the reminder that now both Emma and Daniel knew about his abuse.

They did their best to not draw attention to themselves, but Harry had seen how they would look at him with concern when they thought he didn't see them. How accommodating they were to him and Hermione. How willing they were in listening to him.

Emma, ever the mother, gave him a particularly long and strong hug the morning after Christmas. Initially surprised, Harry stood still, unaware of what to do next.

It was sad to admit, but Harry had never been hugged in such a manner.

Eventually, Harry began to relax and hugged her back. Hugging him, she told him, softly, "If you need any help, ever, don't hesitate to reach out."

Harry was thankful for Emma's hug and her open offer for support. It was nice to have adults who demonstrated both respect and an interest in him.

During those outings, Harry made sure to avoid bringing up any negativity, dead set in ensuring he fully enjoyed his time with Hermione.

Every night, he contemplated whether he should open up about his childhood to Hermione. There was no denying that Hermione was who he felt the most close with, someone he knew he could count on and support him. He truly doubted that Hermione would push him away or make fun of his trauma-a heart full of gold, he was sure that she would hug him so hard in an attempt to 'push' out any pain.

As such, the night before, he had decided to speak with Hermione. After all, she had opened up to him about her own childhood, about her loneliness and the bullying she endured.

If she was willing to open up about her own issues, he should extend the same curtesy and be willing to trust her as much as she trusted him.

It hadn't been easy.

Sitting her in the living room while her parents were in the kitchen, making themselves scarce to provide privacy, he spilled his childhood trauma.

At first, she was quiet, remaining like her father and staring at him attentively. But eventually, her restraint failed, and she launched forward to hug him so tightly and strong that he honestly felt like he was about to pop.

A full five minutes later, she finally let him go and Harry began to feel sensation in his lower body.

After that, she began to ask questions.

"How are you doing now? Are you sure you want to stay there? How can you stand to live with them?"

So many question, but so few answers.

Regardless, after a rather teary conversation, some hot tea, and a box of scones later, Harry felt more at ease having talk to Hermione.

He didn't regret it.

But now, Harry was packing his belongings back into his resizable trunk before he had to leave to the Bones Manor.

Madame Bones, in anticipation for his stay during New Years, had sent a portkey before he had left Hogwarts.

"At exactly 10 o'clock, the portkey will bring you to Bones Manor."

It was currently 0930 and Harry was finally finished with his belongings.

"I really do appreciate your hospitality. I will remember my time here very fondly. Maybe one day you all could stay with me in one of my family's home."

A series of hugs and a kiss in the cheek later, Harry was pulled into a twisting swirl of lights and air that launched him into a tumble.

Being mindful of his landing, Harry bent his knee and turned against the swirling to make a rather more dignified landing.

He found himself in the receiving room. Barren of any decorations, it was soft brown in color with dark brown trims. Perfectly square, it possessed a single bench with a soft gold cushion and an elaborate etching that covered the back. A single crystal chandelier hung from the tall ceiling, glittering in the soft yellow hue, casting a warm aura throughout the room.

With a soft 'pop,' a house elf appeared before him. Dressed in a soft beige toga, it was held by a brooch that displayed the Bones family crest. A golden mane of hair fell backwards passing his shoulders, its penetrating black eyes were fixed at Harry.

With a shallow bow, the elf spoke, it's voice was a deep baritone that echoed within the room, "Greetings, Lord Potter, and be welcomed to the Bones family manor."

Returning a slight bow, Harry followed the elf down a series of short hallways before finding himself in a small living room decorated richly with various portraits of past family members. A long couch, two sofas and a short table, it held a soft grey carpet under the table and a tall shelf to the left. Throughout the shelf, he noted various trinkets and photos-some, he saw, were of a young Susan, running with her hair floating behind her, others were of what he suspected was Madam Bones with Susan, some held a couple carrying a red-headed baby.

Before long, Harry heard footsteps creeping closer, so he prepared himself to appear presentable.

Through the soft blue double doors, walked a woman of average height-dressed in dark red robes with a gold trim, she possessed a strong jaw, swirling grey eyes and a dark red curly hair that fell downward. The immediate impression he received in his first look was quite simple-pretty but deadly.

This was a woman who became the youngest head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, barely in her mid-thirties, she already possessed a strong reputation as being tough, thorough, and just. Making her mark during the war against Voldemort, she was a protégé of Alastor Moody, the same man who trained his father and godfather. The only remaining relative of Susan, she was thought of highly by her niece, who could spend hours describing just how 'badass' she was.

Choosing to show deference to her, Harry initiated the introduction by giving her a deep bow while greeting her, "Greetings, Lady Bones, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

With a sharp nod of her head, she replied in kind, "Greetings, Lord Potter, and be welcomed under the rights of guest."

"I accept and assent to your protection, I swear no foul magic nor intention on my part."

Motioning her hand towards a nearby sofa, Harry sat facing her.

Suddenly, appearing out of thin air, a plate carrying two tea cups, a teapot, and platter of scones and cookies.

"Please, indulge yourself."

After a couple of minutes, the two remained in their seat with the cup in their hands, waiting for it to reach a more tolerable temperature.

"I must say, Lord Potter, to being surprised by your letter. Susan had informed me of your friendship, but I did not expect to receive such a letter."

Swallowing the warm tea, Harry replied, "Please, call me Harry. I must admit that if the situation did not require it, we might not have met until due course. Unfortunately, I find myself with a dilemma that requires your assistance."

Before they could continue, the same elf as before appeared besides Madam Bones.

"I must apologize, Madam, but the rest of the guests have arrive."

"Bring them to us, Timmy."

Bowing, Timmy disappeared with a 'pop.'

Returning to their conversation, Harry continued, "My situation is rather delicate, requiring your expertise and assistance to achieve its completion. My advisors encouraged me to reach out to obtain this parley in the hopes that you may consent in assisting us."

With a sharp look on her face, Madam Bones said, "I find myself intrigued, I will admit."

With a gentle knock, the double doors were opened by Timmy, allowing entry to his attorneys.

Theodore Tonks was a man of average height, soft brown eyes and a fading set of black hair with a few grey strands. He possessed small wrinkles around his eyes to indicate he laughed a lot. With a slight belly, a gentle smile on his face, and a gentle demeanor, he portrayed a rather fatherly image.

His wife, Andromeda Tonks, on the other hand, was a tall woman-possessing a set of sharp grey eyes, she walked with the grace and pomp of an aristocratic lady. Long shiny curly black hair, high sharp cheekbones, and a graceful rosy lips-she gave the image of a beauty that had not faded away.

Both standing, Harry and Madam Bones turned to face them.

The Tonks, showing respect to the Lady of the House, were the first to bow and greet her. After the formal greetings were finished, the group settled into their seats.

"Andy, I must say, it's been quite some time since we last met up."

With a gentle smile, Andromeda replied, "It definitely has, Amy."

Puzzled, Harry looked between both Madam Bones and Andromeda in confusion.

Turning to face Harry, Andromeda spoke up to clarify.

"Harry, Amelia and I were both classmates in the same year during Hogwarts. She was a Hufflepuff, and I was a Slytherin but we both became friends after Ted introduce us to each other."

"We were in the same year and house," explained Theodore Tonks, "So we were quite friendly with one another, but these two really hit it off when they met."

"We've maintained a cordial relationship throughout these years, but we have both been too busy to make the time for anything other than a few business meeting here and there," added Madam Bones.

"Well, I am glad that you all know one another," said Harry.

"Indeed, now I hate to have to rush thing but I'm afraid that Susan was rather excited to hear you would be joining us so I'm sure she would want us to move along into business."

With another sip of his tea, Harry settled into his chair, "Of course, now before we can continue forward, I would like to request an oath of secrecy."

With a raise of her eyebrow, Madam Bones said, "A rather interesting request."

With a slight nod, Harry replied, "It is. Unfortunately, it's something that we feel needs to be done in order to ensure nothing can jeopardize our goal."

Looking directly into Harry's eyes, Madam Bones continued to stare with an expressionless look. Unwilling to show weakness, he remained steadfast in looking directly back at her.

For a few minutes, the room remain silent. No movement nor words were exchanged while two remained deadlock in their stance.

Finally, like the blast of gunshot, Madame Bones unsheathed her wand from the confines of her wand holster and said, "I, Amelia Susan Bones, swear upon my life and magic to keep secret that which is said to me by Harry Potter, Andromeda Tonks, and Theodore Tonks, unless given permission to do so. As I have said, so mote it be."

A brilliant flash of light emanated from her wand as the oath took place.

Smiling, Harry relaxed.

"Before we begin, Madam Bones, how much are you aware about the arrest case for my godfather, Sirius Black?"

With a raise of her eyebrow, she replied, "The same as the rest of the community. On the night of your parent's death, Sirius Black engaged and killed Peter Pettigrew and a group of muggles after being confronted by Pettigrew for his betrayal of your family to the Dark Lord."

Sipping his tea, Harry nodded, "Yes, that seems to be the general consensus regarding my godfather. But answer me this, ma'am, why does everyone believe my godfather to being guilty of betraying my parents?"

"Surviving muggles near the street reported to the responding aurors and investigators that they heard Pettigrew yelling, 'Why, Sirius?! Why did you betray them to the Dark Lord?!' before suddenly being thrown away from an explosion. From the report of the arrest auror, they claim that Black was found on the street laughing while repeatedly saying, 'It's my fault they're dead. I killed them.' This, along with a popular rumor that Black was the Secret Keeper for your parent's home due to his rather famous connection and brotherhood with your father…well, it was quickly accepted that he was culpable of betraying them. I'm sure in his trial the truth came out regarding his involvement as a Death Eater."

Interjecting, Andromeda quickly added in, "But, Amy, other than mere hearsay from unreliable reports from muggles and a supposed rumor about his role as their Secret Keeper, was there any tangible and confirmed evidence to support it?"

Sitting back, Madam Bones took a sip of her tea as she continued to think it over.

"I must admit, I was a simple auror in those days, working every day and working way too much overtime during the aftermath of the Dark Lord's defeat. During all that mess, I never gave it much thought to look into the affair of the Potter's death and Sirus Black's role."

Nodding, Harry affirmed, "I can understand that ma'am, indeed, I believe the vast majority of the magical community were under similar stress and worry after the Dark Lord's defeat. It is why, under the guise of the chaos, a gross injustice was committed by members of the Ministry and Wizengamot when they unjustly sentenced my godfather to the maximum security wing of Azkaban under false pretense of being the traitor of my parents and a member of the Death Eaters. This was done even though my godfather was never given his due right to a fair trial, was prematurely placed in Azkaban mere hours after his arrest, and why, even though there were many questions regarding the events surrounding the Dark Lord's supposed death, there was no investigation to my parent's death.

Giving her no time to process this influx of information, Mr. Tonks added, "We have with us evidence that shows us that no trial was ever held, his rather thin criminal record that holds only his arrest report and an official transfer order to Azkaban signed by the Minister, the Head of the DMLE and Chief Warlock within hours of his arrest, and the report of the crime scene investigator that claimed that the sole evidence of Mr. Pettigrew's presence, his finger, was too cleanly cut to have been caused by the explosion."

Placing before her, in the table separating them, were a set of folders that held copies of their evidence.

Putting down her cup of tea, Madam Bones spent several minutes reviewing each piece of paper and photos.

As she continued to purview them, Andromeda chose to drop their last bomb of information.

"During the return to Hogwarts, Harry and another ally made plans to speak directly with Sirius in order to ascertain his guilt. During this clandestine meeting, we learned the truth to his innocence. In this folder, you'll find a copy of our transcribed meeting where Sirius spoke about his arrest and the surrounding events; during said meeting, Sirius swore a magical oath to prove the validity of his claims."

Putting aside the other folders, Madam Bones read their meeting with scrutiny.

For the next ten minutes, Madam Bones were go back and forth, reviewing each paper before she finally chose to reply.

"I must say, I would have never guessed the purpose for this meeting. Your claims, while fantastical in nature, are definitely given credence by your available evidence. I won't even bother asking how you were able to meet with Black, even though he was under the most protected and scrutinized prison. As damning as it is, and it is truly damning…I can't help but wonder what you hope I could do to assist you? You have all the evidence needed to request an investigation by the Auror Department, indeed, I'd even say you have all the evidence to proof his innocence before the Wizengamot."

"You're not wrong, Amy," agreed Andromeda, "The reason we felt your assistance would be a boon for us is the fact that this was not done simply by an honest error but through deliberate means by three of the highest positions in our justice system; the Minister for Magic, the former Head of the DMLE, and the Chief Warlock. While Bagnold may be retired and living away from Britain, Crouch is the current Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation and Dumbledore remains as the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. Both of them possess the political and social influence to pose a serious interference in our endeavor to liberate Sirius. They, along with other political enemies of Sirius could prove to be too much. I'm sure you know how invested Lucius Malfoy is in wanting to keep Sirius locked away. We had hope that, with your assistance, a secret investigation would be performed by those who you had total trust to determine the validity of our evidence, the events surrounding Sirius' arrest, the death of the Potters and the eventual defeat of the Dark Lord. By keeping it secret, we hope to blindside anybody for as long as possible until we were completely sure that no one would be able to ruin our plan."

"If I were to do this, it would be done thoroughly and within the measure of the law. I will not have an illegal investigation running amok. Regardless of the outcome, whether he is truly innocent or guilty, you will all have to be accepting of the consequence of the investigation."

Nodding, Harry said, "We understand, Madam Bones, and are in complete agreement with you. Whatever truth is revealed, we are ready to ensure true justice is given to my godfather."

Looking at each of them, Madam Bones continued to finish her tea while thinking it thoroughly.

Attempting to hide his fears that she would chose to ignore them and refuse to assist them, Harry continued to sip his tea and enjoy the remaining scones and cookies.

Eventually, their silence was broken when Madam Bones said, "I will agree to assisting you in this endeavor. Beginning the year, I will select a group of Aurors that I feel will be able to perform the job discretely. However, any new evidence we find will be kept confidential until the full course of the investigation is complete. Just because you brought the information to me does not mean that I will be reviewing confidential information to civilians."

Nodding, Harry agreed, "Of course."

"Good, now that business is completed. Harry, I hope you will not keep my niece waiting for much longer. She's waiting outside to the back with Hannah; Timmy will guide you to her. If you do not mind, Amy, Ted, it's been too long since our last get together, how about we enjoy this opportunity to catch up."

Understanding that the meeting was finished, Harry stood and followed the Bones' Family elf out the room. As he did, he heard snippets of their talk, laughter echoing through the hallway.

As he made his way through the manor, Harry noted some similarities between his family's manor and the Bones.' Built wide and with many rooms, it held a certain sense of magic in its walls, as if the generations of Bones had left behind a part of themselves in it. Decorated in a way to demonstrate the family's wealth, but not overdone to the point of arrogance, it was a beautiful home.

As he exited to the back grounds, he took note of Susan and Hannah sitting beside a pool that was housed inside a greenhouse. The temperature inside it was warm and humid, a clear contrast to the outside weather. Clearly enchanted to maintain it to an enjoyable temperature, the two girls were dressed in jean shorts and t-shirts, while their hair appeared damps from a recent swim.

"Greetings, Susan! Greetings, Hannah!" he greeted them.

"Harry!"

Standing to greet him, Harry exchanged a hug with each before making their way to a nearby table with chairs bedsides the pool.

"You lasted much longer than I thought you would, Harry" said Susan, "What could you have needed my aunt that would take so long."

Giving her a small smile, Harry replied, "I'm afraid I cannot say. But rest assured, it's nothing horrible."

Leaning back into the chair, he looked towards them both before saying, "Now, tell me, how was your Christmas? Did you enjoy your gifts?"

1st January 1991

After an enjoyable late night alongside Susan and Hannah, Harry woke up feeling quite tired.

After they caught up with one another, the trio decided to enjoy the rest of the afternoon taking a swim in the Bones' heated pool. The warm rushing waters of the pool were a welcomed relaxation that Harry quite enjoyed. In fact, it was not until later in the afternoon that they decided to get out in order to get ready for dinner.

As such, after a refreshing shower, they enjoyed a veritable feast alongside Madame Bones and Hannah's family. Her parents, Daniel and Sarah, were just as warm and welcoming as their youngest. With a bright smile, they greeted him in such a manner more akin to family than him being a friend of their daughter. Her brother, James ("call me Jimmy"), was much more reserved but no less welcoming. Three years older than Hannah, he was a fourth year alongside Susan and Hannah in Hufflepuff with the aspiration of joining the Department of Magical Law Enforcement-Emergency Response Medic, also known as the EMR.

In his own words, "Joining the EMR will allow me the opportunity to learn and practice my skills as a medi-wizard, whilst taking part of the DMLE's rapid response teams."

An exhilarating career path, it would take him three years total to finish training before being allowed to join as a Trainee Rapid Response Medic. Regardless, Harry could see the passion ignited in his eyes, therefore, he wished him the very best.

After that delightful dinner, the group made their way to an enclosed terrace on the second floor that was warded to maintain a comfortable temperature while they enjoyed the firework festivities that Jimmy and his father, Daniel, had set up.

With a flash of fire and color, they entered into the new year with joyous spirits surrounded by friends and family.

"Harry, are you awake?"

Startled, Harry shook his head as Hannah's question brought him back into reality.

With a small smile, he replied, "Sorry, I'm still feeling a bit sleepy."

With a nod, Susan agreed, "I understand. It was so hard to get out of bed this morning."

Interrupting their conversation, Timmy popped bedsides them to announce the arrival of Neville.

His grandmother, a stern and no-nonsense woman, had not allowed him to miss the new year celebration with their family, but had assented to allow him to spend their last few days together in the Bones Manor.

Dressed in finely pressed trousers and a dark red top, he was warmly draped by a dark silver fur coat.

Waving him forward, they greeted him as they continued to enjoy their breakfast.

"Happy New Years, Nev. I hope you were able to enjoy the incoming new year."

Stuffing his mouth with another mouthful of the delectable pancake, Harry looked at Neville while he greeted him.

"Happy New Year, guys! And yes, I had a nice New Years celebration."

Taking a seat on the empty chair bedsides Harry, Neville joined them in their breakfast saying, "I hope you don't mind, but I decided to skip breakfast to come here earlier."

With a wave of her hand, Susan replied, "Of course, Nev, you're more than welcomed to breakfast."

Taking care to finish the last of his pancake, Harry inquired, "How was your Christmas? Did you enjoy your gifts?"

With a wide grin and widened eyes, Neville launched into an impassioned speech in where he talked just how much he loved his gift from Harry.

"I can't believe you were able to find a Moonlace sapling! They're quite rare to purchase."

Shrugging, Harry simply said, "Honestly, it wasn't too difficult. A friend of mine was able to direct me to a shop that had it. I was just lucky enough to buy it before they sold it. They weren't very expensive."

"Either way, I really appreciate it. I'd always wanted to buy one. The stories surrounding it alone make it very fascinating."

With a look of interest, Susan asked Neville, "What stories?"

"There are many stories pertaining to the flower, but the most popular is that the plant was created by the sorceress Calypso using various forms of arcane magiks that allow it to glow a brilliant silvery hue under the light of the moon and require it to be planted, tended, and cultivated under the moon light. Some myths state that the sap collected under the full moon can be used against werewolves. It's touch can be toxic to them, with large doses becoming fatal. They were all the rage in the 1400s when there were an overabundance of werewolves throughout England and Europe. Nowadays, there are few agriculturalist who grow them, so they've become harder to find. They're not expensive, compared to other rare plants, but they are a beauty to grow."

A look of amazement, Hannah added in, "You must have some serious luck on your side, Harry. I know the Glowing Rose is not easy to come by. My dad looked everywhere a few years ago when I become obsessed with having one. Either there were no store that was selling it or the rare few who did, were asking for an eye and leg for it."

Chewing a rather sweet strawberry, Susan asked, "Why? Just because it glows?"

Shaking her head, Hannah answered, "Not just that. Just like Neville talked about regarding the Moonlace plant, the Glowing Rose has its own set of myths and stories. The biggest reason for it's worth is the fact that it's leaves can be used to produce incredibly powerful healing tonics that are said to cure a majority of ailments. There's even recording stories of healers who have been able to bring someone back from the brink of death using said tonic. It's glowing sight makes them beautiful to see but it's effectiveness in healing make them near invaluable."

Shrugging, Harry simply said, "Honestly, I just bought them because they looked interesting. I figured you'd know all about them either way."

Rolling her eyes, Susan simply said, "Honestly, Harry, for all your smarts, you can be pretty simplistic."

With a coy smile, he said answered with a nod in agreement, "True enough."

2nd January 1991

Harry landed with a slight tumble after the discombobulating swirling of the portkey launched him into the living room of the Granger's residence.

As had been planned, Harry had returned with the Granger to enjoy their last few days of vacation with Hermione. As such, after enjoying a rather peaceful day within the warm confines of the Bones Manor, Harry packed his belongings the night before and expressed his gratitude to Madam Bones for her invitation and willingness to help.

"Harry!"

A loud shriek was heard before Harry felt his body being slammed by a mess of brown locks as Hermione greeted him with one of her patented 'Hermione' hugs.

Chuckling, Harry attempted to squirm around to give her a proper hug.

"Hermione, you need to loosen up, it's getting hard to breath," he said with a slight groan.

A rush of blood coursed to his head as Hermione let her arms loose from his body. Turning to face her, he took note of her appearance.

Dressed in a faded pair of jeans, she wore a light pink top underneath a soft fluffy white jumper. Her hair, forever a messy bush, spread free over her shoulders. Behind her stood Daniel and Emma, each having a silent laugh over his plight.

"It's nice to see you again, Harry. Happy New Year!" said Emma while giving him a soft quick hug.

Shaking Daniel's hand, Harry replied back, "Happy New Year! I hope you all had a good time."

Picking up his bags, Daniel said, "Well, come one, let's get you settled in."

With that, the last few days seemed to fly by and before they knew it, their return to Hogwarts was imminent. Having left Hedwig with the Grangers in case they had a need to send a letter, Harry decided to send a letter to Hrothgar.

"Account Manager Hrothgar,

Director Bones has agreed to help us. Upon her return to work, she will begin a taskforce to investigate Sirius Black's innocence. Please coordinate with the Tonks going forward to assist the taskforce in any way possible. Ensure it does not affect the course of the investigation.

Harry J. Potter

Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter"

Time Skip

5th January 1992

Sitting back into the cushioned seat of the Hogwarts Express, Harry and Hermione looked out onto the window, looking as a multitude of their fellow classmates said their goodbyes to their families.

Having decided to arrive early and avoid the rush of traffic and crowds, their friends slowly made their way into their compartment. Before long, the train made a sudden lurch backwards before the steady click-clack of the wheel spun forward.

With most having arrived in a daze, slumbering about, it was not until they have left London that sporadic conversation began.

"So," began Harry, "anybody up for a game of chess?"

Without warning, in unison, they all groaned before Terry answered, "I can safely say, Harry, that it's much too early to already begin losing against you in chess."

Rolling his eyes, Harry simply said, "Oh, please, it's not that bad."

With that, a pillow thrown by Hannah hit him against the head. Laughing, the rest of the group looked on as Harry rubbed his head.