I had this idea for a new story that I wanted to get down before I forgot. I will try to be better at updating than I usually am.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any people, places, or things associated with it. I only own the Keeper and the tome of power.

Chapter 1

Number Four Privet Drive

11:14 PM

August 5th, 1995

Harry Potter lay in his bed thinking of the great mess that he was in. Three Days ago he and his cousin had been attacked by dementors and he save their lives and souls. Now he was in trouble for it. The ministry was going to snap his wand, he was expelled from Hogwarts, and worst of all, in his opinion, Hermione would be disappointed in him.

Hermione. His best friend, his own personal savior, and the closest thing he had to a guardian angel. She looks like an angel too he thought before sitting up violently. She would be in danger, he had always told himself, and Ron would be safer for her to be with. I don't want her to be with Ron, I want her to be with me. He quickly rose from his bed and walked to his bookshelf.

His bookshelf was the only piece of furniture that he owned personally. Sirius had given it to him after the third task of the tri-wizard tournament the previous year. He had placed an untraceable charm on it that made it shrink every time he touched where the third shelf met the right side of the frame. He picked up the biggest book from the shelf and opened it to find moving photographs that looked like they were taken in a dimly lit room. Pensive photos.

Harry turned through pages of the album. In it were photos of Sirius' and Remus Lupin's memories, stories about his parents, and even some poems that his mother wrote. The poems were his favorite part. Words written by the mother he never got to remember, some from before Hogwarts, some from during, and some from after. Most of the ones from before Hogwarts were about flowers and nature's beauty; poems during Hogwarts were of classes and friendship, and most after were of love and for the last two years children and families.

Thinking of the family he never had made his mind travel back to Hermione. Thought flowed through his head of what he would like to happen with her. The thought of starting a family with her, raising their children, growing old together, having grandchildren. The last one made him chuckle to himself. Thinking way too far ahead, start with telling her then think of grand kids.

Harry looked back to the album in front of him and turned to the second half of the book. A smile crossed his lips as he saw the words The Next Generation. Turning the next page, Harry saw a group shot of Ron, Hermione and him. The picture Hermione stood between Harry and Ron with her arms around them. All three of them had huge smiles on their faces but even the real Harry could see the picture Harry's smile didn't reach his eyes.

Looking closely at the picture Harry noticed that their distance from the camera made it seem like there was enough space for five more people in the picture. Shaking his head at the absurdity, Harry rose from his bed to put the book back on the shelf. Harry was about to put it down when something fell to the floor from the back of the first half.

Harry bent down and picked the item off the floor. Looking at it he saw that it was a letter addressed to him. Opening the letter he began reading it:

Dear Harry,

If you are reading this, then your mother and I are both gone and you are alone. We put together this album for you when you were born and we really wanted to give it to you personally. Sadly, we couldn't do so. I thought that it might help you if you knew who you could trust and who you can't.

The Weasley family has always been our allies and they have a son your age, should you ever need protection they will supply it. The Longbottom family has always fought along side us in times of great darkness, their son, Neville, will always stand beside you, trust me. The Lovegood family has always been an excellent ally if you need surprise or strategy, they will never lead you astray. The Bones family has always stood on the side of justice and always fought with us when called upon, if you know any get to know them better, it will be beneficial. The Abbott family was the family of your mother's best friend, Samantha; they loyally hid our identities when Voldemort himself stood on their doorstep.

The final of those you can truly trust will be a bit hard to believe if you have encountered the father or the son. The last person you can trust has always been like an older sister to me. Her name when I knew her well was Black, Narcissa Black. She is now as I write this, Narcissa Malfoy and her son is Draco Malfoy. The lad was raised by a monster but you can break the barrier in his mind and create a proper young man.

Now that you know who you can trust, I can tell you this. You are my son Harry, and I wish that I was there with you but always know that your mother and I would be very proud of you. Now once you have read this letter, the book it was in will become a two way letter between you and the person whose symbol is on the page. The symbols are as follows; Weasley is a shield, the protector, Longbottom is a sword, the brother-in-arms, Lovegood is a book, the informant, Bones is a gavel, the judge, Abbot is a cloak, the defensive cover, and Black-Malfoy is a chain, the unbreakable bond.

Next, if you turn to the second to last page you will find a small book in the location of the symbol, tap your wand to it and it will expand. If you open the book, you will find images of your true love from the past, present, and future. Under the book, you will see a heart. This page will connect you to your true love wherever she may be. Use it to protect her.

Finally, on the last page of the book I just mentioned there is a picture of a book with the earth on its cover. This page is a direct connection to the Brotherhood of the Tome. The Head of the Tome Family, the members of the brotherhood, will receive any message you write on that page. When you are ready write the words, 'The Brotherhood has reawaked' on the page and this book will take you to the meeting place. Anyone that arrives there, you can trust absolutely.

Never forget the power that love and friendship hold Harry, your mother and I did and look how we turned out.

Good Luck Harry,

Love,

Your dad, James Potter

P.S. Don't worry; Peter is not a member of the Brotherhood

Harry looked from the letter back to the book. He opened it to the back and saw the shield, sword, book, gavel, cloak, and chain. Turning to the back page he saw the miniaturized book he was talking about. He pulled out his wand and placed it on the book. Suddenly the growing book floated up to his face. "Who seeks mine knowledge?" a voice asked from the air around him.

Looking around in surprise, Harry searched for the source of the voice. Seeing none he responded by saying, "I am Harry Potter."

"If thou be of the Potter line, by blood or marriage, thou might ascertain mine knowledge. Provide proof of thine heritage."

"How?"

"Place thine hand on mine face." Harry held his hand to the book. As his palm reached the cover a blinding light filled his room causing him to close his eyes. When he opened them again he stood in a dark forest with a man in shining gold armor with a long flowing cape coved in golden feathers. "Welcome young one, I am the keeper of the tome of power."

"Tome of power? My father's letter said this book contained images of my true love."

"Aye, this tome holds the knowledge of thine true love, the greatest of thine world's powers."

"Can I see these images?"

"Aye, behold the images of thine one true love."

As Harry stood in the forest, the trees began to shift around him making the entire forest seem to spin. As the shifting stopped, Harry stood in the Great Hall of Hogwarts watching the first years being sorted. He saw Hermione sitting on the stool with the sorting hat on her head. Harry heard the hat's voice in his head as it spoke to Hermione. "Your loyalty and knowledge are astounding indeed, however your courage stands above all else. You will do great things during your time here and the place for you is… GRYFFINDOR" the hat yelled the last word out loud and Harry could see the huge smile on Hermione's face.

"Thou hast found thine one true love at an early age, young one," the keeper said as he approached Harry. The time has come for thou to return to thine own realm of existence." The keeper placed his hand on Harry's shoulder and the room began to shift again. Soon the room became a bedroom he had never seen before. Harry looked at the Keeper with a questioning look. "Thou must behold the vision that lies on that bed."

Harry approached the bed before him and saw that Hermione was lying on it asleep. Looking closely, Harry saw that she had a picture frame clutched to her chest. He reached down to look at the picture when a hand reached his shoulder. "We are in her bedroom in reality; she sleeps before us in a peaceful slumber clutching thine photo to her chest."

Harry looked at her, smiling as he realized that she felt the same as he did. He bent down and kissed her on the forehead and whispered, "I love you, Hermione." He rose back up and returned to the Keeper. Glancing back quickly, Harry saw Hermione's head lift and her eyes open. He smiled at her as the Keeper placed a hand on his shoulder, moving them back to his bedroom on Privet Drive.

"Did she see us?" Harry asked as he sat on his rickety bed.

"She did," the Keeper said before waving his hand over Harry's bed. A glow escaped his hand and the bed reformed itself into a well built, good as new bed. "She saw us and she will question her eyes until you see her again." The Keeper turned to the door to leave. "Now that I have been released from the book again, I shall prepare myself to prepare you."

"You can talk normally?" Harry asked as the Keeper prepared to leave.

The Keeper looked back at him with a smirk on his face. "Yes, I just love the theatrics of my original speech," he said before opening the door.

"Who are you exactly?" Harry asked before the Keeper could leave.

"My living name was Sir Lancelot Da Luc, however now I am only the Keeper and you are my many times great grandson."

End Chapter

Harry now knows of the tome of power and that he is a descendant of the most powerful knight of Camelot. The bookshelf, pages of contact, and tome will come in to play again later. Try to remember them.