I own nothing, I have nothing worth taking. Even my sanity is quickly fleeing.

I apologize for the tardiness of this chapter. RL is kicking my ass. If you want details, and info on when my other fics will be updated you can check my profile.

I have been asked about Siri; he is not in Azkaban, the Ministry thinks he and Pettigrew killed each other. They know that Pettigrew was the Secret-Keeper from the Potter's will, but don't know about the animagus forms of either wizard. I haven't decided yet if they are really dead.

Chapter Three

Michael and David both looked at the door and each other.

"Does anyone else live around here?" asked Michael.

"No one I know, I haven't been here in quite a while," David answered, getting up to answer the knock. "And any of our friends would call."

David opened the door and gaped in shock at the sight in front of him.

"Can I help you?" he asked the two oddly dressed men.

"Are you Michael Novatny?" the taller of the two responded, shifting the burden in his arms.

"I am," said Michael, walking up to the door, "why do you ask?"

"My name is Severus Snape, my companion," the dark man sneered," is Remus Lupin. And this," he nodded toward the bundle of blankets," is Harry Potter, your nephew."

"What! I don't have a nephew. I don't have any siblings!" Michael exclaimed.

"May we come in and we'll be able to explain all this," asked Remus.

"Yes, maybe you should," said David. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Some tea would be lovely," Remus said.

Severus and Remus immediately began telling the strange story of how they came to be on David's doorstep and, after a few demonstrations to prove the existence of magic; Michael sat shell-shocked, holding his infant nephew.

"Okay, setting aside everything you've told us about magic and wars which I just can't deal with right now, I don't understand how I could have younger sisters in England. My dad died in Vietnam before I was born. My mom has a shrine to him on our mantle."

"I can't explain it, but Lily wouldn't have made a mistake of that magnitude," Severus said, Remus nodding his agreement. "She was very gifted at research and charms and her notes show that she painstakingly traced her father's history from birth to death and cast spells to reveal any children. She knew that Harry's best chance of survival was with a blood relative and couldn't see leaving him with Petunia."

"We can ask your mother about that when we get home," interjected David. "For now I think Harry's custody arrangements are more pressing. What do you want to do?"

"I'm keeping him," Michael stated. "I can't send him away. Emmett and I have a third bedroom, it's barely more than a closet so we haven't rented it out, but it would work as a nursery. I can talk to Lindsey and Mel about sharing a baby-sitter; he and Gus are about the same age. When we get back in town, we can borrow Brian's jeep and get my old baby furniture out of the basement when we go to talk to Mom."

He turned toward the two wizards, "What do I need to do? Are there papers to sign?"

"Yes," answered Severus. "We can apparate directly to the Ministry office in New York and take care of all the paperwork."

The group appeared in the American Ministry of Magic Atrium and David reached out to steady a slightly green Michael.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just let me catch my breath."

They checked in and made their way to the Child Welfare Office, hoping to finish up before any reporters caught wind of Harry Potter being in the country, much less the building.

David held the tiny baby while Michael filled out seemingly endless forms and the wizards waited in the lobby.

"I barely remember Hank being this small," he mused. "Hey, I've never dated a guy with a kid before. Feels kinda strange. Now I understand that look my past dates had when I told them I was a dad."

"Whoa! Is this right?" Michael suddenly exclaimed to the office clerk.

"Yes sir, I assure you all the paperwork is correct."

"What is it?" asked David.

"Harry's support fund. It's enough to support us even if I wanted to stay home to raise him. Not counting his school fund-I can send him to any fancy private school in town and his tuition to magic school has been paid…Excuse me," Michael said, turning back to the clerk, "it doesn't say which magic school has been paid for."

"The tuition was paid into a special international education fund. Basically, you can pick any magic school in the world, with a few exceptions, and the tuition will be transferred to that school. Very few parents pick a school before their child shows any sign of magic. Different schools have different strengths and by the time Harry's about nine or ten you should have a good idea of what he will need from a school and can apply accordingly. Hogwarts is the only school that doesn't accept applications; no one knows how they select their students. A letter will just show up if you're in," the clerk answered. "Now, if you'll just sign this final form. Thank you. And you'll need to go to the Pittsburg Gringott's branch to get keys to Harry's various vaults as well as your own and the goblins will no doubt have some things for you to fill out for the Potter inheritance."

"Wait, what do you mean, my vault. I don't have a vault."

"Not yet," smiled the clerk. "The custody papers are spell-sealed so that once the chosen guardian has accepted custody, a vault is set up for their private use. Nothing is mentioned about it before to avoid influencing the guardian's decision. Have a good day and congratulations, Mr. Novatny, it's a boy."