This one suits my mood at the moment as did the previous one...I hope you like it

What is happiness?

Harry looked over at his parents, whose expressions said it all, as they stared at him in a mixture of surprise and guilt.

His twin Anthony had stepped forward, in a mixture of reluctance and shock at the fact that the man his twin had defeated. The man who had made his life as well as others in their world miserable, reveal to the world that the Potters and every one on the light side were nothing but a bunch of idiots.

Anthony was not the boy who lived as Dumbledore proclaimed 20 years ago.

Harry was...

That scar on his cheek. The one shaped like a V was not from a curse mark. It was the result of debris from the backlash of Harry sending that spell back years ago. Everyone including Sirius and Remus finally notice the lighting bolt scar upon Harry's forehead. The one that they never noticed...

"Goodbye..." The green eyed youth said with a finality that disturbed not only the Potters, but everyone around them. The green eyes so much like his mother's that James found himself remembering a time, where he couldn't let this boy go...

"Harry, wait!"

Pausing in mid step, the youth turns around in sadness as he looks at the man, whom for the first time in years acknowledges his existence with something other then indifference. "What is it Father?"

The tone of nothingness does not fail to get noticed by those around the small family. Light and Dark side alike. Somehow both aspects of the war realize that the confrontation that is about to happen.

Has been long overdue...

"Where are you going? I mean you just killed Voldemort son..." James stated with warmth in his eyes. Lily beside him, the two are shocked as Harry just lets out a painful laugh that breaks their heart.

"Funny, it takes killing that bastard for you to call me son..." Harry said with such pain that Lily's maternal instinct causes her to reach out, to him. To hold him close, only to have him pull away...

"Don't...just don't." Harry worded softly.

"But Harry...please...I'm your mother..." Lily whispered.

"Really?" The green eyed youth laughed in pain. "Where were you Mum, when Uncle Vernon beat me at 7? Where were you, when he called me freak, when dear cousin Dudley, made sure that I had no friends. Where were you when I got sick and dear Aunt Petunia told me to and I quote. Just live with it, you don't need any medicine."

Lily gasped and started to cry as James looked on with a pained expression. "Son..."

"Don't call me what I never was for 18 years." Harry worded quietly. "You know there was a time, when this all first started I had hoped that you would notice my father? I was made the youngest seeker in a century by Professor McGonagall when I got a snitch, did you know that? I had written home telling you all about it, because I was following in your footsteps. What did I get? A letter saying that's great...nothing else..." The boy says sadly.

"Yet dear Anthony makes the team as chaser the following year. He makes chaser and you and Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin along with Mum give him a party and a brand new broom to boot."

"Harry, we're sorry..." Remus says softly. The Wolf is reaching out for the cub, which by rights should never have been forgotten. Sirius, beside him, the two attempt to approach and look on in sadness as before with Lily. Harry takes a step back...

"It's to late to be sorry..." Harry says softly. "I figured after realizing who the rat Ron had was in my third year that my own godfather would realize I had helped clear his name of things he wasn't. But instead he went to my dear brother..."

The head of the Black Family winces in sorrow, the memory still fresh in his mind, that he looks at the green eyed youth, whom he now remembers worshipped his presence as a baby alongside his brother.

"And you Mr. Lupin, I doubt that you remember it was me who was begging you for help with the dementors and how they scared me. But you never did. You were to busy training my dear brother...who could never manage a patronus." Harry whispered sadly.

"But you know what's really bad? I managed to do the spell on my own...Professor Snape was willing to help me..." Harry said softly. The Potions Master had understood the youth's pain and longing to be loved, up until his death when Voldemort had discovered him to be a traitor.

Turning and casting the spell, the patronus comes out as a flying bat. One that flies up to Harry to nuzzle him with genuine care...

"Did you know that Professor Snape was an Animagus as well? Ironically he turned into a bat...but not just any bat. A white one with black markings much like Hedwig... He was one of the first who gave me showings of any kind of affection in a long time..."

"Harry my boy..." Dumbledore whispered as James and Lily clutched themselves to one another. Anthony with an expression of pain and sickness at what his own brother had gone through is now sinking into him. But what was even worse, that bond of brothers he had long since disregarded...

Was slowly fading from between them...and he now wanted so desperately to hold on to it.

"Don't even Headmaster...just don't." Harry worded coldly. "If anyone is to blame for my life it is you. You who could not notice the dark magic emanating from me, compared to Anthony. Snape had told me of a simple spell in one of his lessons that would determine it. A spell you knew!" The youth flashed in anger.

"He did it on my brother and I were in class and he was shocked. He knew in third year that dear Anthony was not the boy who lived and that I was. He told me he tried to tell you as well and even showed me the memory of it... But you didn't listen. Remember my second year when all those students were petrified Headmaster and then it stopped?"

"Yes..." Dumbledore said weakly. He watches as the youngest Weasely child chooses to approach her boyfriend and fiancée of two years. "It was a Basilisk Headmaster. Harry killed it with help from Fawkes and the Sorting hat, to save me." Ginny said softly.

At this moment, many of the others on both sides make sounds of awe and shock as her words float into the air. The Death eaters are almost giggling despite their imprisonment, for now Dumbledore was being shown as the fool that they knew him to be. Someone who is far too old to be where he is now...

"But how...and why would Fawkes do something like that?"

"To give me this..." Harry said quietly as he lifted the sword in his hands. Wiping his robe upon the blade two words are revealed across its metal surface...

Godric Gryffindor

"The sword of Gryffindor..." Remus whispered in shock as he looks up at the youth.

"Yes Mr. Lupin...I am the heir of Gryffindor and thanks to mother...Slytherin as well. Same as Anthony..."

"What?" Lily said in surprise as many more listen now with this.

"Didn't Anthony tell you Mother. I guess he was to ashamed of it..."

"What do you mean Harry?" James worded in sad wonder. He knows he is losing his son, but he will do anything to keep him here to hope...

"Ask your son..." Harry said. "Ask him about Professor Flitwik's Genealogy assignment from sixth year."

"Harry don't..." Anthony worded sadly. "Let them believe..."

"They should know brother dear..." Harry said with conviction. "If we are going to get everything out, why not make sure EVERYTHING is out..."

"Know what?"

"Mrs. Potter was never a muggleborn, she's a half blood. You see Salazar had four sons...and a daughter." Hermione Granger said quietly as she stepped forward. Other then Ginny, she and another boy named Neville had become Harry's only friends.

"The daughter was the middle child of the four, but eventually became the oldest thanks to a disease. The only other one to survive it was her youngest brother..." The young Ravenclaw said quietly. "He had many children with the last name Slytherin before a Great granddaughter married into the Gaunt family. But the daughter married a man named Milestone, whom I believe Mrs. Potter knows well."

The others look at the woman who pales... "You mean..."

"Yes although he and many of your ancestors were borne squib, Mr. Milestone your grandfather was descendant of Salazar Slytherin. And in the Wizarding world, since they acknowledge the rights of the woman as much as the man..."

"Voldemort was never the heir...Lily was...and then..."

"Harry and Anthony."

"But how...this can not be..." Hermione says nothing as she silent makes the move for an accio spell. Something flies towards her from quite a distance from within Hogwarts. Something she had discovered alongside Harry to prove what was happening with his ability to speak to the snakes...

With it in her arms, Neville helps her turn around to show the light and dark sides the picture of a black haired man. One that causes them to look at Lily and back several times...

The eyes said it all as they were the same shape and startling green as hers as well as the twins. And underneath the paining on the frame was a name...

Salazar Slytherin...

"Even if I did agree with what my other relative had done to this world to some degree, I would never have condoned what my heir did to her own son." The man said in the portrait. "I never favored one over another of any of my children as you have done."

"But Dumbledore..." The Order protested as they watched their false hero that they themselves propped high on a pedestal fall to his feet.

"Is over 160 years old...even I know that the average lifespan for a wizard is approximately 200. Did anyone ever bother thinking he might have made a mistake due to old age? I don't believe so. You were to busy counting on him to save all of you, that not a single one of you ever wondered... What if he is wrong?" The painting dished out in shame for all above who claim to be light.

Although surprised at his siding with Potter, those of the Dark agreed with what the image of Slytherin had said. No child should have had to go through what Harry had done over the years...and they never would have favored one over the other.

Done, not wanting to stay another minute, Harry wrapped his arm around Ginny. Both having long since talked over what they had planned with Molly and Arthur Weasely, the only two adults willing to believe him, they prepared to disappear.

"Harry! Please don't go! Give us another chance!" James whimpered out in agony. His eyes alit with the pain he had caused his son as he now feels the loss of his heart. Anthony beside him pleading with a look for his brother to stay, to give him and their parents another shot.

Harry just looked at them, with sadness and to much pain in his eyes from years of neglect. "No..."

Then he and Ginny vanished.

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10 years later...

Sirius raced towards the Potter home with an expression of pure joy. The Wards signaling his presence, as he lands upon his motorbike, the 51 year old auror knocked upon it rapidly.

As the door opened to his dear friend, Sirius greeted him with news that he had long since hoped to give.

"We found them...we found Harry and Ginny..." He said excitedly. James Potter, who had aged over night since the loss of one of his sons had almost by magic gotten younger with the news.

Gesturing for Sirius to follow, they walk into the main parlor of the Potter Family home, to find Remus commiserating over memories with Anthony and his wife Cho. The two visiting his family, were trying for their second child. Their oldest one Tanya was 6 and playing with her dolls in front of Lily, who was gazing up at a picture of her boys when they were children and together...

"We found Harry..." Sirius shouted out, before James could say anything. The rest of the Potters look up with excitement and hope. It is Remus who brings it crashing down, with his question that makes them remember...

"Is he happy?" The Wolf said quietly. To this day both man and wolf in his body had mourned the loss of a beloved pack mate, through its own neglect.

Sirius, who was happy one moment, and hoping to go see his godson looked crestfallen as did the others. Tanya was confused as she looked at her Mummy and Daddy who had expressions of pain and regret on the faces.

"Who's Harry Grandma?"

"He's your Uncle sweetie..."

"Then why isn't he here?" The little girl asked with expressive green eyes. Looking so much like her mother, but she has her father's messy hair. A female version you could say of her daddy...

"Some things were said pumpkin..." Anthony replied quietly. "It made your Uncle and your Aunt Ginny leave us a long time ago."

"But what was said?" The little girl replied curiously.

Almost as if desperate to turn it to something else, Cho smiles gently as she picks her daughter up. To distract her with cookies that the house elf Winky was making for them, as they had saved her from ruination after their fourth year.

Silence in the room is not only heard but felt strongly by the Potters and their two friends. It is Sirius who breaks it as he opens an envelope filled with pictures of a 30 year old man and his 29 year old wife playing with children...

"I believe he is happy..." Sirius said quietly. "According to our sources, he's in the states right now. He teaches DADA at the Salem institute where he was offered a job 8 years ago. His wife Ginny is beside him as she teaches charms as of this past year..."

Picking up a picture of the dark haired man playing with a little girl as a pregnant woman sits and smiles upon a porch swing in amusement, Lily places a hand over her mouth in a mixture of joy and pain.

Because two boys come racing across and tackle the man in the photograph in glee...

"It seems the Weasely tendency to have a lot of children holds true." Remus said in amusement as he looks at another. The two boys in the previous were more pronounced now, and there was no mistaking that not only were they twins, but Potters as well.

Beside them was an older girl who was reaming into them as they made faces at her. A stern and very pregnant Ginny walking over to her children with a dark look on her face...

"Yes...My contact states he has 4 with another on the way...the oldest is Brittany and she is 9 years old, then there is Ethan and Daniel who are both 6 and the youngest is Amanda and she's 3." Sirius said quietly. "The baby is another boy according to Ginny's doctor and they were going to name him Thomas..."

The sadness on their faces grow even more at what they had lost. One by one they look at the pictures of the missing Potter and his family. Seeing now what they could have been a part of all along...

Green eyes filled with laughter as he tickles two little boys. A love shared with his wife as she casts a hex on him for aggravating her. Pictures of the Weaselys who had visited their daughter and son in law, doing what they can not...

Spoiling their Grandchildren...

"James...why didn't we see?" Lily said softly as she clutched these pictures to her heart.

"Maybe because you didn't want to see..." Said a voice from behind them. Although older and now Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasely stood behind them with a look of pity on his features...

Sharing those good times and the few pictures they had with the Potters of their son Harry, when he came to stay with them more then the Dursleys while the youth was in school. The Weaselys had been the only family keeping them from chasing after a son who did not want nor need them in his life at that time...

"Arthur...you knew we were trying to find him?"

"Yes...and so does he..." Arthur said quietly. "He allowed your man to take pictures of him and his family. Your man should have asked for the children's middle names..."

"What do you mean?"

"Brittany Lillian Potter, Ethan Sirius and Daniel James Potter, Amanda Lupin Potter...and by all accounts the baby will be christened Thomas Anthony Potter..." Arthur replied with a small smile on his face.

Lily looked at James with a quiet hope in her green eyes. A light that has been missing for so long has returned with a vengeance. But it soon turns to confusion as a simple book is placed in front of them.

"Arthur?"

"It's an international port-key..." The older man stated. "I believe you know where it goes. He is open to seeing you now and there are four children eager to meet their family from their Papa's side."

With that said the red head that is more white then red now leaves the family home. The Potters and their family and friends look at the book.

"James...?" Lily said quietly and with nervousness in her voice.

"What have we got to loose Lily?" The older man whispered.