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Harry was uncertain about how to proceed. His parents, both of whom he believed dead, were sitting across from him, very much alive. His godfather, who supposedly defected to Voldemort, sold out the Potters and then went on a killing spree, was innocent and sitting next to James "Prongs" Potter. He had twin siblings, two younger sisters. Albus "Goatfucker with too many names and titles" Dumbledore had much for which to answer. The Shadow was screaming for blood retribution, but Harry knew that such an action would be unwise. He needed Dumbles in place to counter Voldie.

At this point, Harry was certain he would be able to destroy the lot of them, but he needed more time to allow his body to grow, his magical core to strengthen and he wanted to research and uncover the answers to a few nagging questions. The key to everything was patience, something Harry understood well. As the adults in the room were busy either chatting or planning a long and gruesome death for the Dursleys, Harry finally spoke out, "Whilst I heartily agree that those people deserve anything an everything you seem to be planning, I'd like to point out that I don't even really know any of you. As Head of House, I will have the final say in all retaliatory measures taken upon my behalf. Mother, Father, as your son, I am touched that you care about me enough to feel so strongly about my first six years of life, but I assure you both I am well. I am very much capable of defending myself in the face of danger, as my 'Mione can attest. I bested a mountain troll in single combat, then battled a professor possessed and sharing his body with the very monster who I believed had cost me my family, as the former was intent on harming 'Mione, and the latter was the one ultimately responsible for the whole set of events that evening. Both the troll and Professor Quirrel are dead as a result, though the spirit of Voldemort is somehow very much alive thanks to the remainder of his horcuces."

James blanched as he answered in shock, "You killed a mountain troll? Surely you jest?"

Harry responded flatly, "No, Father. I do not. My 'Mione was in danger, so I eliminated the threat. No one will live to see another breath if they attempt to harm my family. That is the way of the warrior, a creed to which I ascribe."

Lily wept at the danger her son had already faced and the loss of innocence his actions had implied.

Harry again slammed his occlumency barriers down and meditated silently to gain control of his warring emotions. He continued, "I have a few questions to pose as well. Do you honestly expect me to believe that you willingly gave me up to Dumbles and then would just accept the shoddy excuses as to why you chose to wait until now to verify his claims of my death? If I had a child and someone informed me of impending danger, nothing could force me to part with him or her. Even if I was persuaded to part with my child, whoever was charged with his or her safety would never survive another breath past telling me of my child's death while under his or her care. I would of course have to verify the claims of my child's death first, but nothing could stop me from investigating the truth. Father, you were an auror, you were trained to seek the truth, why did you not do so?"

James hung his head in shame as he replied, "I trusted Dumbledore's word on the matter, as he was my Headmaster and the leader of the Order of the Phoenix. It never occurred to me that he might be lying. I was, of course, sadly mistaken in doing so. Also after hearing of your death, I spent a few weeks pissed out of my mind in grief. When I sobered, I was numb and had no desire to return, not wanting to face so many bad memories. Lily wanted to return to hold some form of funeral, but Albus told us there was no body left behind when the spell backfired, so held a memeorial service in the States, and tried to move on with our lives. Had I known…."

Hermione snorted, "Does anyone have a shovel, because it's getting rather deep in here and the smell is ghastly! You realize that your explanation is about as thin as a sheet of paper and highly less durable? What sort of parents just hand their infant child over to another person whilst they are in mortal danger? If the location you were headed was secure enough to offer shelter and secure lodgings to you and your wife then surely it would have been better to remain together?"

James shouted angrily, "What do you know of such a situation, young lady? How dare you question our love for Harry?" James had leapt from his chair during the exchange only to find himself subjected to the points of several blades at his throat and chest, mostly goblin guards, but what startled him the most were the two in the hands of his own son. "Mr. Potter, might I remind you I slew a mountain troll and faced down Voldemort for her already? I have no emotional ties to you as of yet and would not hesitate to put you down like a rabid dog should you ever deign to threaten my wife again through words or actions, and I assure you I am an expert swordsman, you would never survive the encounter."

Dan Granger, who had remained silent as of yet piped in, "Let's all calm down here. Emotions are running high and this has been a day of revelations. Mr. Potter, I too was thinking the same as Harry and my daughter as I listened to your explanations, and whilst I may not be able to use magic, I was SAS and I can guarantee that should Harry fro any reason hesitate to neutralize you, I would not, should you choose to approach my daughter in such a manner again. However, I would like to remain the voice of reason. Harry is staying with us through the holidays and has been wonderful to host. We were even considering making an offer to become his parental guardians, and even though you have emerged as his biological parents, you by default gave up any claim to him through abandonment under the law. I realize you did not intentionally abandon your son, but the law does not take that into consideration. As such, it would probably be best if Harry, Hermione, and young Daphne if is alright with her parents, retire to ours for the evening. In the morning, Harry and the children can visit their friends as they had originally planned and the adults can meet and discuss matters further."

Lord Greengrass responded, "Those terms are agreeable with us, provided I can floo to the Granger residence and test any wards-there are wards Harry?"

Harry responded, "Of course, Adrian. I assure you the wards on the Granger Estate are second only to those of Gringott's itself, and possibly Hogwarts, although with Dumbles in charge, there is no telling in what condition the latter might be."

Ragnok returned to the room and spoke, "So business is concluded for the day? Then thank you all for coming on such short notice and we bid you each a farewell." He truned and exited the room. Everyone either apparated, or made their way to the nearest floo connection. Harry, Hermione and Daphne, along with elder Grangers apparated back to the Granger's.

The rest of the evening involved Chinese take away and a movie marathon for the children, whilst the Dan and Emma retired after dinner to their bedroom. By the third movie, The girls had snuggled into Harry's side, each drifting to sleep after the rigors of the day caught up with them. Harry entered his mindscape and began organizing his thoughts. He was in between Hermione and Daphne on the sofa. He was torn between feeling elated that his parents were indeed alive and seemed to care for him a great deal and feeling betrayed by their abandonment. While being mature for his age, Harry was still an eleven year old boy, so he had no clue how to process these conflicting emotions. After some time had passed, Harry exited his mindscape and upon noticing the movie being over, he silently cast feather light charms on each of the sleeping witches and carried them upstairs to bed, before succumbing to his own need for sleep.

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Harry awoke at his normal hour to a tangle of limbs and curtains of soft hair splayed about him. The three children had shared a bed as Harry did not wish to wake the two exhausted witches before sleeping himself. He had transfigured their clothing into pajamas, and cast cleaning and refreshing charms on all three of them, before lying down between the two witches. He listened to the steady sound of their breathing and watched the rising and falling of their chests as they slumbered. Although he was still too young to become aroused at being in such proximity to two nubile young females, he did note that it felt much better than sleeping alone. After roughly a half hour had passed, Harry gently woke the two witches for morning exercises. Hermione and Daphne stirred and upon opening their eyes, each one gasped upon realizing her location, before grinning and kissing Harry on the cheek.

He transfigured the pajamas into exercise wear and they quietly slipped onto the grounds stretching for their run. They ran five kilometers, then swam a few hundred lengths of the pool, before drying off and beginning the katas. Hermione and Daphne each took turns snogging their wonderful husband/fiance before they headed inside to shower and await breakfast.

Dan and Emma awoke to an empty house, wondering where the children had gone. They ordered breakfast and took their morning tea and coffee, whilst Dan read the morning paper. Emma slipped onto the back deck and spied the children completing their exercises, before returning into the kitchen area. She smiled as she saw the light snogging session going on outside, and reminiscedon her own youthful moments of snogging her first crush. The children were laughing and talking quietly as they entered the kitchen on the way to the showers.

Emma spoke to them while placing a tray of oven fresh scones and clotted cream upon the counter, "So that's what you lot have been about the past few mornings. Any particular reason why you feel the need to be so intense about training that you are up before five in the morning on holiday?"

Harry spoke first, "Well, Emma, seeing as a ggod exercise regimen not only is good for overall health, but it is essential to a well-receptive mind, we feel that these workouts tend to give us the edge in our studies, plus they keep us from being targets should the older students choose to bully us. We cannot match them in spell knowledge as of yet, although we are getting there quickly, but if we can keep moving, they cannot hit us as easily as we are smaller and more agile. Plus, exercise helps strengthen our connection to our magical cores, which in turn makes them larger than usual for our age. Most Pureblood wizards tend to live a more sedentary lifestyle so they have not the stamina to keep up with us in combat should the need to fight ever arise. No that we anticipate such problems, mind you, it's just that we want to cover all contingencies. Nothing is as important to me as the safety of my friends and loved ones."

Dan, after overhearing the exchange offered his input as well, "Well, Em, I for one agree with Harry about his take on things as well as his reasoning. I'd like to take the time to work with you on a few things I might be able to add to the repitiore, most of which I learned in the SAS. It will have to wait until you lot are a bit older, as most of the knowledge and technique require a more adult physique to handle, but there are some elements of strategy and tactical theory that I might help you utilize in your training."

Harry grinned and then turning and sniffing himself with a grimace replied, "Thanks Dan. I'll be delighted to learn from you, but I think I need to take a shower and get some breakfast in me. I smell like a troll right now…as I would know. Then we are to floo to the Burrow, so if you'll excuse us, we'll be heading to the loo."

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The Burrow was the single-most unique structure any of them ahd witnessed. It appeared to be haphazardly slapped together without rhyme or reason, yet it had stood for a very long time. Hermione and Daphne were both starting to get a bit miffed as the day stretched on thanks to the outdated notions of one Molly Weasley. She had the girls helping her with the household chores whilst the twins and Harry were flying around playing quidditch. Ron had yet to show his face, so Hermione counted herself blessed in that regard, but what really had her ready to explode was the way Molly kept trying to throw Ginny at Harry. Please! She's all of ten, lady! True, she seems to fancy him, and she does have a contract with Harry, but still!

Daphne was thinking much of the same, but she was raised to show restraint in the enemies face, and an enemy was what she was surely facing this day. Something was certainly off about the matriarch of the household, but Daphne could not quite put her finger on it until she caught the tell-tale dip and flick of the wrist that marked one trying to add an extra additive to a dish. Molly Weasley had just doused Harry's tart with a potion! Daphne was a bit too far away to discern which one, but she was certain it was not good for her fiancee in the slightest. She quietly got Hermione's attention and used a wandless spell Harry had been teaching them to create a mind link, in which she could speak to Hermione privately. That bint just potioned the food for Harry! WHAT!I wasn't able to see what potion was used, but I get the impression it wasn't anything beneficial. I doubt it was poison, but don't let Harry eat dessert!You are certain? I'm going to—NO! Don't let on that you know or she may get desparate and try to memory charm us or something! Just follow my lead, and we may just be able to eliminate one potential share of the pie so to speak. I believe if Harry is able to confront her directly he can use the slight as grounds to nullify the contract!

Just then Molly turned to them and spoke, "Do be dears and call the boys to lunch, must be famished."

Harry and the twins came down from their brooms as soon as the girls came outside.

The twins grinned as one of them spoke, "So, ladies, I trust we burried the hatchet persay? Right good job that you lot are here today as mum would have had us doing the chores and such!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered in her typical fashion, "Boys! Anyhow, lunch is served, so time to tuck in."

The twins raced into the backdoor to the kitchen, highly accustomed to mealtime in a large family. Hermione and Daphne noticed that Ginny was sitting next to the seat where Harry was supposed to sit. The poor dear was flushed red and looking like she was of half a mind to bolt at the slightest provocation. Ron was at the table making a spectacle of himself as usual going on about bushy know-it-all freaks and slimy snakes, all the while shovelling gobs of food into his mouth like a starving prisoner on his last meal. Percy was his usual git of a self and was prattling on about how he had single-handedly stopped a riot in the potions lab between some Slytherin girls and a few Ravenclaws. Fred and George immediately took the mickey on him about one Penelope Clearwater, who happened to be one of the people involved, which led to them asking of his reasons for lurking in the dungeons when he was not due for class. Giny kept giggling nervously anytime Harry tried to speak to her and Daphne and Hermione were ready to hex Ron's bits off.

Molly was just about to serve dessert, when Hermione discreetly sent a tripping jix at the Weasley matron, who promptly stumbled, the sudden jolt of the tray flinging the pastries into the air. They landed without aplomb right on Ron's head. The twins immediately fell to the floor rolling around laughing themselves to tears, while Ginny actually tried to turn herself inside out shrinking in embarrassment. Harry suddenly stopped as he sniffed the air. He smelled a potion mixed into the tart, and he flushed with anger.

He calmed himself using his meditation techniques before responding, "Mrs. Weasley, would you care to explain the reason behind trying to dose someone with a class A restricted potion?"

And that's when all hell broke loose….

AN: Oh, I'm so evil, huh?I apologize for the lack of updates, but things got a bit hectic for me over the holidays and I have just now begun to write again. For all those who reviewed, thank you. For all those that did not..tsk, tsk. You know who you are…