Disclaimer:don't own Harry Potter. Obviously.

Harry Potter sat bolt upright, panting heavily. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't in his cupboard, he was somewhere unfamiliar. The soft sheets underneath him were entirely beyond his sphere of experience, leagues beyond anything he'd ever felt before, and the mattress actually gave under his weight. Luxuriating in this new feeling while he could, sure it'd be taken away any second, it took him a couple of seconds to notice the aristocratic woman sitting by his bed. In the moonlight filtering through the window, she looked somewhat otherwordly, and his breath caught at her beauty. She bore his scrutiny for nearly a whole minute before smiling and beginning to speak.

"It's good to see you awake finally Harry, you've been out for two days."

"Harry? Is… is that my name?" he asked hesitantly.

"Of course it is! What did you think your name was?" she said with an odd look on her face.

"Well I wasn't sure whether it was Freak or Boy and Uncle Vernon used them about evenly."

"Oh Harry!" she cried out, sweeping him into her arms, not noticing the way he tensed up at the motion. "I'm sorry I didn't get to you earlier, but Dumbledore put every kind of concealment imaginable on you and it's only thanks to the family bond I was able to find you at all."

"You were… looking for me?" he looked up at her with hope in his eyes.

"Of course! You're family!"

"I am? How? I was told all my family were dead except Aunt Petunia, and that I should be grateful for it."

"They just told you that so you wouldn't try to escape, I'm your aunt Andromeda but call me Andi."

"Okay aunt Andi, do you have a last name? Do I have a last name?"

"Yes and yes, mine is Black even though I'm not supposed to use it anymore, and yours Is Potter-Black."

"Potter-Black?"

"Yes. You see, you had two fathers. The one everyone talks about, James Potter, is dead. The other one, Sirius Black, is in prison, supposedly for betraying him but I don't believe it."

"Two fathers? How does that work?"

"Well, when your fathers met, they swore an oath to share everything, because they were each others' first friend. They later got other friends, but they were never as close to them as to each other. James fell in love with your mother Lily quite early on , but by then he and Sirius had quite a reputation for tag-teaming women and your mother hated the idea of being shared. So since Sirius didn't really love anyone except his cousin and James, he decided to make James happy by snagging him Lily. So they romanced her together, and eventually Lily fell for both your fathers, and Sirius fell for her.

When they got married, Sirius gave her up to James since even though having multiple wives is perfectly legal, multiple husbands is still not accepted, and James fell for her first. They continued sharing her, but in light of the fact most people believe Sirius got your parents killed, they choose to forget that bit of history. When you were born, it was obvious you were James and Lily's son, but Sirius did a ritual that brought you into his family as his own son. He had to give you a new name and they kept it secret, but he registered you as his son and heir Hadrian Black.

And that's where I come in. Sirius made me swear to look after you if anything happened to him and James, but by the time I got to where you'd been, Dumbledore had hidden you away and the name of Black was being spat upon. I disappeared into the muggle world with my daughter and I've been looking for you since then to fulfill my promise."

"Muggle?"

"Non-magical folk. Oh Merlin, don't tell me they didn't tell you about magic?" seeing Harry shake his head, she launched into an explanation. "Basically there are wizards and witches, with magic powers, living in hiding all over the world. There are also magical creatures like unicorns, dragons, leprechauns and many others living in hiding as well.

Now, the major problem is that one of the higher-ups in the magical world, Albus Dumbledore has a major vendetta against the Blacks. With the decline of the Blacks over the last 100 years, his family or rather him, since he's the sole remaining member since he disowned his brother, have risen to power within our society. I'm not sure why he left you with those horrible people, but when I rescued you I faked the death of Harry Potter. Of course that won't help us if someone sees you, since you're quite distinctly James's boy, even without the scar. But we should be able to convince the goblins to help us, in exchange for either money or favours. From now on though, at least until we're ready to take Dumbledore on as a united family, we need to lay low, so do you mind if you use the name Hadrian Black from now on?"

Harry thought about it for a minute. He really liked this woman, but he'd only had a name for five minutes, a link to his parents at last, and now he was having to give it up. He hung his head in defeat. "Okay auntie Andi, I suppose I can live with it."

"Don't worry Harry, we'll still call you Harry in private. Since Hadrian is often shortened to Harry these days, it shouldn't raise too much suspicion."

"We?"

"Oh that's right, my daughter, Nymphadora. She's been buzzing around waiting for you to wake up, she's so excited to have a friend her own age. You'll meet her tomorrow. Now go to sleep." She said, giving him a stern look. "You can ask more questions in the morning."

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Harry woke the next morning to find a face disconcertingly close to his own. Green eyes stared into ice-blue from only inches away, and Harry found himself entranced when they shifted into a green that exactly matched his own. To say he was shocked when the rest of the face followed suit and he was nose-to-nose with himself in a dress would be an understatement.

"Hello, I'm Nymphadora Black." Said the other Harry. "And you're Hadrian Black! Mum's been looking for you for as long as I can remember! Now that you're with us does it mean we can stop moving around so much? Maybe that way I can make some friends."

Harry's throat felt dry in the face of his chattering doppelganger, partially because the hair of said doppelganger was cycling through colours at a tremendous rate. He fought to get himself under control, recovering from seeing magic, real magic! Done right in front of him. "I… I… I think I'd like to be your friend Nymphadora." He eventually managed to stammer out, just as the other him went into a tirade about how much she hated dresses.

"You would?" asked the other him hopefully. There was a sort of full-body shudder and the little girl from before was standing there, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Well… yeah, if that's alright with you." He began uncertainly, gaining confidence as she started to nod rapidly, grinning like a loon. "But I've never had a friend before so I don't know what to do." He said, face falling.

"Well I've never had a friend before either, so we can learn together!" She stated matter-of-factly. "Wanna go play in the garden?"

"Uhm…" he said uncertainly, as hunger pains began to make themselves felt with a vengeance. "Is there any chance we could get something to eat first? If it's not too much trouble?"

"Oh that's right, mum sent me to get you for breakfast, so can we play after that?"

"If that alright with auntie Andi, sure."

Harry followed a chattering Nymphadora down to the breakfast table in a bit of a daze. He had a friend! One Dudley couldn't scare away! He'd only been awake ten minutes and things were looking up already.

When they reached the table, harry found the biggest breakfast he'd ever seen set up, even though he didn't recognise most of it. There were croissants, various fruits, a few different cereals, rashers of bacon, boiled eggs, toast, untoasted bread, muffins and other delicious foodstuffs.

Andromeda greeted them. "Hello Harry, did you sleep well?"

"Yes aunt Andi, it was the best sleep I can remember."

"That's good. Did you think of any more questions you wanted to ask?"

"Only a couple. How are we supposed to eat all this food?"

"Well Harry," began Nymphadora "Mum cooks it all up, but magics it so it stays fresh until consumed. So she only needs to cook about once a week for breakfast lunch and dinner, since it lasts until we eat it all."

"Okay that makes sense in a weird way." Said Harry. "My other question is, where's Nymphadora's dad?"

"He left." Nymphadora said, with no trace of emotion.

"He couldn't handle the whole magic thing. I told him I was a witch after we got married, and he sort of laughed it off. Then Nymphadora was born, and after a couple of months started her shifting, which spooked him a lot. He stuck it out a couple of months, but one day he was just... gone, along with all his stuff. Still," she laughed "I got to keep the rather impressive dowry he never got round to claiming, which is why when we've sorted you out with Gringotts, we're moving home, Harry."

"Home?"

Andromeda smirked evilly. "Home."

(A/N):can't write convincing kids. not even gonna try.