Hello All! Back Again. As promised this is replacing the Authors Note! The next chapter will be up right after I come back from camping with my nephew as I will not have internet access while I am on the Cape. At least not long enough to post. There was more I wanted to add to this, but did not want to keep you all waiting. I can't thank you all enough for keeping up with this story and being patient with me. As a result the next chapter is longer then any of the others, and includes Harry connecting with his new found family and learning more of the what the dark really wants and what he is.

I hope you enjoy. Hugs! :-)

As ever I do not own the amazingness created by the talented Ms. Rowling.

Harry's POV

Harry woke up a few hours later alone, but warm and comfortable. The bedding was made of the softest, smoothest material that he had ever felt, instead of thin and scratchy. The pillows and mattress were soft and comfortable, rather than flat with springs poking through and cutting into his back. 'It's a shame it's just a dream, a really great dream.' He thought groggily not wanting to fully wake up only to find himself still at the Dursley's, the-boy-who-lived only to lose everyone he ever loved him to a mad man. He had dreamed that he had a family who wanted him and that he was no longer the-boy-who-lived, he could finally just be Harry. 'Not Harry Potter, Harry Lestrange-Snape.' It was this thought that made him sit bolt upright in bed, as everything came rushing back at him. As Harry took in the room around him, he realized that it was not just a dream. His world had been flipped turned upside down; his enemies had become his family and he had been lied to his whole life. He had already decided to give them a chance, to accept that they were his family. But could he move beyond everything that had happened before and really be a part of the loving family they were offering?

'Maybe…in time.' He allowed himself to hope. After all, even he had to admit there was still a lot to talk about, and Gringotts had not been the place to have a proper conversation; especially regarding what they had to discuss, it would have been too public. Though Harry was certain that Gringotts was the safest place that he knew of, even over Hogwarts which at one time he had considered it to be the safest place he knew. Given everything that had come to light and everything that had happened to him since he entered school Harry was beginning to think that he had never been truly safe there either. 'To think I once considered that place home. It was all a lie.' Harry thought bitterly. Year after year he'd almost died, but he had not been alone, so it could not be any worse than the Dursley's; at least that is what he told himself. It hurt to know that they had all lied to him, paid with his own money to be his friends, to care about him. There was a small part of him that did not want to know the depth of the betrayal, a part of him that wanted to believe his friends knew nothing about any of this. But even he was not that naïve. After all they had all abandoned him when he needed them the most. Not to mention that the evidence was there in black and white from Gringotts. 'Ron, Hermione, the Weasley's, Dumbledore…They'd all lied to me. I trusted them over everyone else and they betrayed me.'

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a loud pop, which could only belong to a house elf, which made him smile as he thought of the ever helpful and overly eager Dobby and the ever dour Kreacher. He turned to the house elf that had just popped in and shared a small smile in greeting at the little creature. "Begging yours pardons young Master. But Mizzy has been sent to inform yous that dinner will be shortly. Masters and Mistress be giving you some time to yous self." Harry nodded in understanding. "Thank you Mizzy. Will you be coming to show me to the dining room?" Mizzy Beamed at up at him practically bouncing in excitement. "Mizzy be honored to shows young Master to the Dining room. Mizzy is to be taking care of yous. Mizzy is also bringing a letter for yous. Master Severus bes saying it comes by ways of Gringotts while yous was resting." Harry took the letter, laughing softly at the small creatures antics. "That's very kind of you Mizzy. I'm sure you'll do a fine job." Mizzy beamed up at him again with his praise. "Mizzy bes back for yous to goes to dinner." With that she popped out, leaving harry looking down at his letter.

Uncertainly he clutched the letter with his godfather's messy script on it. 'What else can any of them do to me? I can't take any more surprises. Couldn't the fates give me time before it threw even more bludgers at me?' With a heavy resigned sigh, Harry collapsed back against the pillows opening yet another letter.

Hiya Pup,

If you're getting this letter, then I have to apologize. As I put my thoughts to paper, I am aware that Albus is doing everything he can to keep us apart. I have little doubt that he'll find a permanent solution to accomplish just that goal. There are things I should have told you man to man. As I imagine you've already got a letter from Lils. She was always the best us. I know you're feeling betrayed, but know that it never sat right with her what we did. No one deserves to be lied to, Harry, least of all you. You're more than a pawn in a old coots life size wizard's chess game.

If you can, trust me this one last time pup. I am truly sorry for what for what we did to you, James and I. We had no right to take you from your family, your pack. At the time we believed everything Albus said, he could do no wrong and tell no lies. If James and I had not been so selfish and arrogant, maybe we wouldn't have been so blind and we would have seen the truth earlier then we did. For a moment we believed that we were doing the right thing. But we were all betrayed in the end. Prongs and Lils died to protect you, because they really did love you. They were both going to tell you the truth. I think if they had had the chance they would have found out who your real family was and taken you home, even if it meant losing you. Never think they regret giving their lives for yours…they'd do it again in a heartbeat.

By the time I saw you again in your third year I was so afraid to lose you. You looked so much like James; I wanted to keep you, to keep him. But you had lily's eyes and I felt ashamed of what I helped do to you. I wanted to tell you everything. The truth, even if it meant that you hated me. I wouldn't have blamed you if you did pup. But we always had so little time alone, and then I guess I took the coward's way out. I knew you were going to have questions and I wanted to have answers for you. I wanted to be able to tell you who your real family was. In selfish hope that you would forgive me, and I wouldn't lose you. Because no matter what I have done, know that I love you Pup. That was never a lie. You're braver then I Harry, braver then Lils and Prongs, and I can only imagine all the great things I know you will do.

Don't trust any of them Pub, Dumbledore and the Order; Even the Weasley's. None of them have your best interest at heart. The lot of them helped keep us apart, so I couldn't tell you the truth when I started breaking through the madness that settled in every part of me from twelve years in Azkaban. Watch the Granger girl; I don't know her part yet, but there's something not quite right with her. If you have to trust any of them…trust Mooney. He never knew what we did. We made him believe the lie, even when his wolf knew you never wholly smelled like Prongs and Lils. He loves you too, even if he doesn't know how to show it. Trust the Slimy git, who knows which side Snape is really on, but it's not Dumbledore's. Maybe there's more truth in the Dark, than there ever was in the light. Maybe you can forgive me one day Pup, maybe you can't. Either way, I love you and regret I never got the chance to make it right. Know I would follow you into the dark if that was your choice; know a part of me will always follow you. Everything I have is yours; do right by the Black name, even when I couldn't.

Love you Pup!

Padfoot

Harry just sat there trying to work through everything Padfoot had said in his letter. It confirmed so much of what he'd already found out. At least his plan to trust his instincts wasn't wrong so far. Sirius said to trust Severus, his instincts said to trust Severus…So that is what he was going to do, he was going to trust Severus. 'Not just accept that he's my father, I am going to trust him.' Though he was nervous and still had his doubts about the man, it was time that they talked. Talked about all of it; Dumbledore's involvement in the whole sad sorry affair including the deaths of the Potters and Sirius. But first before they talked about all the lies and mess that was the light, they had the dark and Voldemort to talk about. He had to have all the facts before he could move forward. So before he could talk himself out of talking to the potions master, his father; Harry called the excited house elf that was here before. "Mizzy!"

"What can Mizzy bes doing for Young Master?" The delighted creature asked as she popped into the room. Harry Hesitated a moment as he looked down at Mizzy, then took a deep breath and asked "I was wondering if you could tell me where Master Severus is? I would like to speak to him, if he's not busy of course." Part of him was hoping that the man was too busy to talk to him, put this whole conversation off for awhile longer.

"Mizzy bes taking yous to Master Severus nows, he will bes Happy to talks to Young Master." Eager to please him, Harry found himself apparated to a set of great double doors, made of dark wood. "Mizzy announces Young Master now. Waits heres." Harry had barely blinked before the little elf was gone and the doors were opening before him. If he was nervous before, now he was terrified.