Somewhere unknown...

"The strings are fighting back."

"We are losing control."

"What will happen?"

The Fates gathered together, string and scissors in hand as they looked towards the future.

"The strings are being tangled and taken out of our hands."

"There is only one thing we can do."

The Fates began to gather string and weave, hoping to salvage the future.

Medical Wing of Hogwarts...

"Triplets?"

"Yes Mr. Potter, Triplets."

"Merlin Triplets! Wait until I tell Sirius!" James Potter laughed in joy, grabbing his wife's hand.

Lily Potter laughed at her husband's joy, "I am sure Sirius will be thrilled and spoil all of them."

James leaned down to put his hand on his wife's still relatively small belly "They'll all be Marauders."

Lily knocked his hand away, grinning like a loon at the thought of her future children. "Not if I have anything to say about it."

James laughed before moving his hand back to where it had been before. "Either way they are going to be amazing."

18 Years Later...

"Harry Potter we are going to be late!" Hermione stalked into Grimmauld Places newly furnished kitchen ready to drag her best friend out of the house.

Ron followed behind her snickering to himself, Hermione's anger was funny when it wasn't aimed at him. Not that Hermione was angry, just frazzled, she had put a lot of time into this event, and now Harry was late.

Upon walking into the kitchen, however, both friends stopped short. Harry was sitting at the table, fully dressed for Hermione's event, staring at a piece of parchment that was on the table.

"Harry, mate, everything okay?" Ron wondered, walking over to where Harry was sitting. Harry's face was pinched like he had tasted something sour and he didn't seem to realize that they were there. Harry jumped when Ron placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Ron? Hermione? What are you doing here already, the ceremony doesn't start until..."

Harry looked down at his watch that he had gotten for his seventeenth birthday, his sentence trailing off when he realized what the time was.

"Merlin! Hermione, I'm sorry, I lost track off..." Harry trailed for the second time when he saw the parchment that had been on the table, a letter Ron realized, in Hermione's hands.

"Harry, is this true?" Hermione's voice was shaking with an emotion that Ron couldn't identify.

"The Goblins sent it to me this morning; they said Professor Dumbledore entrusted them with it to send to me after the war was over. As far as I can tell, its true."

Hermione's eyes became slightly glossy, much to Ron's surprise. "That's fantastic Harry."

Ron took the letter out of Hermione's hands before she went to hug Harry and looked over the letter for himself, wondering what news Harry had received from their dead Professor.

There were two pages, one from the Goblins explaining that Dumbledore had left them this letter to send and they had decided to after Harry's apology for stealing from them. The second pages was the actual letter,

Harry,

If you are reading this, I must say first and foremost, congratulations on defeating Voldemort. I hope now you may rest easy and have a normal life, although I do suppose you will be more famous now and will have the Prophet on your tail for quite some time. However, there is one complication that must be addressed. I am sorry to say, Harry, that I have lied to you. There is no way to be subtle about this matter so I will be direct when you were born Lily Potter gave birth to two others. Triplets, the first triplets ever documented in Wizarding World history. I expect you are shocked and most likely angry at me, but you need to have an open mind, you were destined to defeat Voldemort your siblings, however, were not. After your parent's death, the Dursley's would have never taken in all three of you. You would have all been split up and sent off in different directions, and we would never have been able to reunite you all. So we did the next best thing for their safety, we sent them to live with muggles in America. At the bottom of this page are the addresses they were sent to, it is your choice if you wish to meet them. Their names are Perseus Jackson (Potter) and Daniel Fenton (Potter). Perseus is the oldest and Daniel is the youngest, that leaves you to be the middle child. The three of you's very existence was kept secret, your existence only becoming public knowledge after the fateful Halloween night. Now to close this letter, I must say I hope my lying to you has not ruined your opinion of me. I did try Harry.

Good fortune,

Professor Dumbledore

Ron set the letter aside, completely stunned.

"Harry what are you going to do?" Hermione asked quietly, all thought of the ceremony gone from her mind. Harry, however, was not as easily deterred.

"We can talk about it later, I need to get my head wrapped around this, and we are already late from the ceremony. Let's go."

Hermione and Ron exchanged worried glances, hoping Harry would think carefully about what he was going to do.

The reopening of Hogwarts went smoothly once they arrived and said their planned speeches. They then stayed to make their appearance at the party afterward for only a short time before leaving. None of them were in the mood to deal with any reporters. On the way out they were spotted leaving and reporters swarmed them, much to the trios dismay.

"Mr. Potter, will you be coming back to redo your final year at Hogwarts?"

"Mr. Potter is it true that you are dating Ginny Weasley?"

Flashes from the cameras were going off all around them; it was making Harry's head spin as he struggled to get to the staircase without falling.

They made it up the stairs with the cameras flashing at their backs before bursting into the empty classroom with the working Floo fireplace they would be used to leave.

They slammed the door closed, cutting off the last shouted question of "Mr. Pot-" and the blinding flashing trying to get one last picture of them.

They unanimously decided to all go to Grimmauld Place, stumbling into the living room in exhaustion. Harry and Ron were loosening their ties and Hermione stumbling out of her heels. They all collapsed on the couch signing in relief.

"See, this is why I'm not going to get into contact with them." Harry murmured, eyes closed, almost to quietly for them to hear.

Hermione sat up straight, suddenly not tired anymore. Ron too sat up, looking at Harry in confusion, like he couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Harry, what do you mean! You don't want to meet your brothers?" Hermione asked, slightly accusing.

Harry sat up straight. "No. They have a life where they are, friends, family. I can't just show up out of nowhere. What if they don't know they are wizards? You saw how the reporters today acted, and those were just reporters from the Prophet. Reporters from all over would swarm to the story of the boy-who-lived having brothers. Let alone being a triplet, because apparently, that's a big deal too!"

Ron could see that Harry was working himself up. He and Hermione had been worried about this before he had left, they had to convince him to try and think this through more before he did something he might regret.

They all leaned back into the couch again. "So you're going to act like you never got the letter?" Ron prompted.

Harry hesitated, unsure if he was going just to pretend like he didn't have siblings, act like his biggest dream didn't just come true.

Ron continued speaking. "We've known you forever Harry; you know we love you and that you are practically a Weasley, but this is something big, we know you have always wanted a family to call your own, this is your chance. If I had a brother, I didn't know about I would want to know."

Ron caught Hermione's eye over Harry's head, she smiled at him, and he felt pride well up in his chest. For once maybe he said something right when it came to emotions.

Harry hunched over on the couch, "Maybe...Maybe visiting them to make sure they are okay wouldn't be a bad idea."