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A/N: This story is being written as a response to a challenge posted by The Last of the Pendragons.

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-Prie

Prologue

Harry sat upon his cousin Dudley's old bed. Deemed unsuitable for the growing mammoth, Harry received the bed when he moved into Dudley's second room after receiving his Hogwarts letter some four years previous. Harry listened to the house as eerie creaks could be heard coming from the wooden support beams. It was common for Harry to hear the house groan and moan the night away as he tried to fall asleep while at the same time remain awake. When he fell asleep, Harry Potter would usually awake within a few hours in a cold sweat. His nightmares of the cemetery had only gotten worse after the visit from the dementors a few nights previous.

The last few days since Harry's encounter with the dementors had left him feeling strange, but what really made his stomach swirl was his Aunt's response. The small fact that she knew what a dementor was and what they guarded made Harry feel misplaced. His Aunt Petunia obviously knew more about the Wizarding world than she let on to and Harry had tried to question her about it, but she always passed it off with some comment about her sister.

The house had been quiet for about an hour when Harry first heard a small creak coming from down the hall. At first Harry thought that his Aunt was just using the bathroom, but a few moments later his door opened.

Harry instinctively reached for his wand under his pillow, but upon seeing his Aunt's pale horse-like face he got up to help her. In one hand she carried a lit candle that made Harry think he was back at his beloved Hogwarts; however, it was the small bag in the other hand that he reached for to help his aunt. Since the incident with himself and Dudley, Aunt Petunia had begun looking less peachy and much more nervous.

"Harry, grab this bag please. I have one more I need to get before you and I have a long overdue conversation." Petunia set the candle upon the bedside table, the candle almost falling over because of how unlevel the table was, and left to room to return a few minutes later with a large leather-bound tome.

"Aunt Petunia," started Harry, but he was silenced as she rose her hand.

"Harry while I have many reservations about a world that has taken so much from me, I cannot allow certain injustices to continue. I spoke with your Headmaster today about responsibilities that you should have come into during your eleventh year. He would not tell me what exactly they are, but I feel it is time to tell you the ones that belonged to my mother's family, the Baruffio's."

Harry just sat still and listened to his Aunt talk until the early morning rays of light began to pierce the small window above his bed. He learned that his mother's Wizarding family originally came from Italy and were originally brilliant potion makers before immigrating during the first muggle World War to escape the bombing raids that pelted the north Italian countryside. Evidently it had been his great-grandfather's duel with Grindelwald that allowed for Albus Dumbledore to take advantage of his weakened opponent. Unfortunately for Agostino he lost his ability to use magic. He fled to the muggle world and used his experience in potion making to develop many home remedies that continued to be used by muggles around Europe today.

"Harry, this is the family Grimiore. Although we are not noble by any means and much of our wealth was lost because of my parents move and loss of business, I know that the Potter's are a very powerful family both politically and magically. I may still be a pureblood squib, but Lily never wanted people to know who her family was and thus we changed our name prior to her entering Hogwarts. You need to ask for the goblin in charge of your family vault at Gringotts next time you visit. Find out everything that you can about your family and please read the books in this knapsack. You will find many formal customs that I never taught Dudley because of how poor Vernon and I are."

Harry's Aunt got up and walked over to the door before she would head downstairs to begin making breakfast. Before she exited from view she turned around and said, "And Harry, thank you for what you did for Dudley the other night. I can never thank you enough. We're leaving tomorrow for Majorca for a fortnight, by which time you will be gone. Please take heed to what I have said and remember that I have made many mistakes that I can only now truly understand how petty I have been. And Harry, I truly do love you. Remember that please."

With that Petunia turned and left the room leaving a shocked Harry Potter to attempt to understand everything his aunt had told him, ranging from his family's eight hundred year history to his newly understood blood status.

Aunt Petunia went downstairs of Number Four Privet Drive to begin going through her normal morning routine. She began cooking breakfast for her overly large husband and son. She herself was quite skinny, not exactly in a model like beauty, but a tad on the skinny side and healthy none the less. Petunia bemoaned her son's weight problems. Smeltings, his school, send quarterly reports about his weight problems; however, she could never bring herself to withhold the necessary foods to help her son manage his weight. The attack by the dementor only brought his weight under more scrutiny as Harry's Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, had made a side comment on her squib son's weight and how it would hamper his miniscule magical core's ability to help lengthen his lifespan.

Meanwhile upstairs Harry sat with his back against the wall listening to the water run through the pipes as his uncle took a shower. His eyes slowly scanned each page of the old tome and read about his family's history. He didn't know for example that his three greats grandfather had once held the title of Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederations of Warlocks while simultaneously holding the title of Grand Master Barruffio for his supreme potion making skills.

Reading the family grimiore began to bring thoughts of Harry's father's family to mind. He knew from what little information he could find within the Hogwarts library that his family dated their origins back some twenty-five hundred years previous. He knew for example that his father was Welsh and that he did have some family though extremely distantly related. Maybe Gringotts would have more information about his parents or even previous family members dealings with the wizard bank. Harry made a mental note to write Sirius to find more information about his father's family.

Harry would fall asleep after reading about fifty pages of the tome on his chest as exhaustion from lack of adequate sleep during the past few weeks finally caught up with him. For the first time in weeks he slept without dreams of flashing green lights before watching Cedric's life force drain away.

The next day Harry was seen standing on the front porch of his Aunt and Uncle's house in Surry. He stood waiving to his family as they left, pulling out of the drive and onto the road, their small car drove off into the distance. When he could barely see any red from his Uncle's car in the early morning light he went back inside to continue reading the Barruffio Grimiore.

Harry had learned that the tome he was currently reading only dated about five hundred years; the first three hundred or so of his family's history was passed down orally until the family had enough gold to buy their manor from the Savoy family. There inside the large house was where his mother and aunt would have grown up, and Harry would have visited many times a year if he hadn't lost his grandparents to the car wreck.

Lunch came and went before dinner became a late night affair, and as Harry was about to turn out the lights he flipped to one of the last pages within the Grimiore. Upon the top of the page was the name Agostino, his grandfather, and below it was the date 1978. He slowly read the passage to himself.

March 18th

Today I met with Duke Potter to speak about his son offering for my daughter's hand. Though I have heard nothing but positive things from my contemporaries, Lily seems insistent upon making the young boy's advance futile in effort. Duke Potter has offered a gracious amount for Lily's hand and after discovering my wife's and I's illness offered a guaranteed well paying job to whomever she married. This was to be regardless of blood status. He didn't even know that poor Petunia is a squib.

May 10th

I met again to finalize the marriage agreement with Duke Potter today. Lily and James were both present for the binding and the marriage will take place later this summer. I do truly hope that I live to see at least one of my daughters married.

I informed Charlus, as I have been instructed by his Grace to call him, of Petunia's plight as a squib and how she has chosen an honorable man of immense moral fortitude. Though a muggle, Charlus bought up a muggle company named Grunnings Drills, Vernon shall always have a well paid job as long as he is married to your daughter he told me.

May 26th

James informed me of his father's death today and has asked that we move the wedding up to the day after Hogwarts releases them for the summer before graduation a week later. I have agreed and in a little more than a week's time, my daughter will be Lady Potter. Only smiles and happiness fill my heart.

June 3rd

My daughter today officially became Lady Potter.

That was the last entry in the Grimiore, his mother and father's wedding day. Turning the page Harry retrieved his ink well and quill before writing out in his most delicate penmanship the current date and the birthdays of both him and his cousin. Dudley's side would never be forgotten.

While reading his mother's history however dealings with the Potter family from Wales were always coming up because of their large Apothecary business within the English Islands. Said business seemed to have been sold in the century sometime as dealings with the Parkinson family went up at a seemingly endless exponential rate. It was however the titles that his and the Parkinson family held that concerned him. He knew from his study while he attended the local primary school that titles of nobility were hereditary and that one assumed the control of said at age twelve. Harry was about to turn fourteen.

"When I visit the Ministry for my hearing I can ask them about…"

"Ask the Ministry about what Harry?" said a voice from the doorway.

Harry instinctively went for his wand that was hidden beneath the pillow propped behind his back. His eyes scanned the room looking for more eyes as he silently belittled himself for a lack of adequate reaction time. After seeing Voldemort revived to an organic body not a month prior, one would think that he would remember to take every precaution.

"Whose there? Drop whatever you have or I let curses fly."

"Cub it's…" Remus never got to finish his statement as a bright yellow beam shot out of Harry's wand hitting what should have been a wall next to his face, but was now occupied by Dedalus Diggle. Diggle had moved from behind Remus to get a better look at the Boy-Who-Lived again. He had seen Harry while he was doing some cloths shopping.

By the time the blinding hex had hit Dedalus and Remus had averted his decision back to Harry, his best friend's son had vanished. Remus knew that Harry had his father's old cloak, but hadn't seen it anywhere when he had scanned the room before letting Harry know that he was there. What a mistake to make.

"Harry, it me, Remus, you know Moony?"

"Remus?" came a sound from his left. "How do I know it's you?"

"Harry, it's me, Moony, your former Professor. I was there with you when you first found out about Peter."

Harry had moved to the other side of the room since asking Moony to explain himself to Harry. He saw three others sanding outside the door. From what he could tell, Dumbledore had sent two of his former professors to gather him at Privet Drive. Mad-Eye stood behind Remus with his peg leg being fully exposed and his magical eye kept trying to turn but it seemed to keep sticking.

"Damnit Remus, Harry Albus sent us. Show yourself, we only have a few minutes to get out of here now that you have used magic again. Please the quills at the Ministry are recording your name as we speak, we must get out of here." spoke the aged former auror.

Harry lowered his cloak so that Remus could see him. Remus visibly sighed with his whole body when he saw that not only was Harry okay, but he also looked much healthier than when he had seen him on the train going to Hogwarts some two and a half years previous.

Remus pulled out his wand and flicked it in every which way as cloths and books flew from every corner. Harry made a grab for his wand and his family Grimiore that Petunia had given him before packing both his school bag. He wasn't going to let those two items along with his father's Invisibility Cloak, he still hadn't taken it completely off.

Five minutes later, the small group flew into the air after a large green rocket exploded above London. Kicking off onto his Firebolt, Harry once again felt at home. Around his neck were all of his most prized possessions. His father's cloak, his mother's family Grimiore, his broomstick he was flying upon, the photo album Hagrid had given him, and his wand were all on his person and helped to ease his mind that anything of extreme value could always be replaced, but those items never could be in Harry's eyes.

The small group flew through southern England for a good duration of the night before Harry noticed that they were beginning their descent. They settled down in a back yard of an elderly couple who looked straight at them, but seemed to be looking at something else. If someone had been inside looking out the window they would have also noticed the never ending sunset that seemed to be plastered outside couple's window.

The street they exited to was extremely dimly lit. Only one light at the end of the block that flickered on and off every few seconds lit the street that was covered with townhomes. The street some hundred years previous would have been The area to live in, but now middle class families from all over had moved into this semi-suburban London community. Harry looked out and read the numbers upon the houses as a backup to know what number to go in, but as he was counting he noticed that he was standing in front of what should have been Number 12.

Pulled from his thoughts by Mad-Eye sticking a note in front of his eyes, "Think about what you just read."

The Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix is located at the Black Ancestral home of Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

"But…" started Harry.

"Not now Boy, wait till we are inside, think," replied the Auror with Hair that seemed to change every time a new emotion crossed her youthful looking face.

Before Harry had a chance to respond another home seemed to appear from between numbers eleven and thirteen. It looked much more worn and older in age than the surrounding homes that lined the street. The age of the house wasn't in its style, or even color, but its soot encrusted bricks and the green mold that seemed to be everywhere. Age didn't seem to be a factor, but a lack of cleaning for the last fifteen to twenty years.

The group entered the house and while the adults went towards what seemed to be the kitchen by the smells protruding from it, Harry's eyes fled directly towards his godfather. He looked much healthier in Harry's opinion.

"Sirius, we have a meeting. Come along Harry, I'll show you to where you're sleeping. You're bunking up with Ron," said Molly Weasley as she attempted to move Harry away from his godfather.

"It's okay Molly I'm going to skip this one. I'll show Harry to his room. Come Harry."

Sirius led Harry up two flights of stairs and past a series of doors.

"Molly was wanting you to bunk with Ron, but I figured you'd like your own room while you staying at my old place. Come on Harry your next to me." Sirius turned the door knob behind him exposing a muted green room that was much larger than his bedroom aback at Privet Drive. Along one wall was a large four poster bed with a table along either side with two other doors opposite the bed, one leading to a private bath and the other to a sizable closet.

Sirius sat down upon the bed while Harry began to empty his trunk into the closet; he was going to be here for another six weeks till school started.

"So Harry, you're looking better than the last time I saw you."

"Yea, I learned something really interesting a few days ago though, wanna hear?" asked Harry. All Harry got in return was an eager looking Sirius shaking his head yes. "Mum was a pureblood and my Aunt is a squib."

Sirius's jaw dropped. Lily, perfect little Lily who seemed to break every rule when it came to the idea of muggleborns being better than purebloods was one. This enticing bit of information was just to juicy to let go and he patted the bed next to him, ushering Harry to sit down.

"Yea, well my aunt sat me down night before last and gave me this, it's the Barruffio family Grimiore," said Harry while pulling out the old tome that Petunia had given him two days prior. Sirius held the book his godson had given him, many families would give their firstborn heir to be able to read some of the still patented potions that were said to be contained within this book, but remembering his training he just held it. It is considered extremely rude to look into the history of another family.

"Sirius, inside this book it mentions that my grandfather met with a Duke Potter to agree for the hand of his daughter in marriage to my dad. I haven't heard of anything about a title in my life. Have I messed up by not doing anything? No one ever told me."

"What do you mean no one ever told you pup?"