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  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
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      Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy, Hermione_Granger, Severus_Snape, Albus
      Dumbledore, Vernon_Dursley, Petunia_Evans_Dursley
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      Part 1 of You_are_home,_Harry
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      Published: 2018-02-07 Updated: 2018-02-19 Chapters: 3/? Words: 6285
****** You Are Home, Harry ******
by DracoXHarry, hpsslove
Summary
     After the tragedy at the Ministry, Harry returns to Privet Drive for
     the summer. Can he survive Vernon? What happens when a mysterious
     letter shows up? Will Harry ever be able to move on from losing his
     best-friend and Godfather?
Notes
     I started writing this story for my sister, but realized very quickly
     that I wanted to share it with everyone. I will end up taking a few
     liberties with magic, and canon hardly exists in my fic.
     All characters and settings associated with Harry Potter rightfully
     belong to J.K. Rowling.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Prologue:
He had done his best to stop the bleeding, but he knew that he was in serious
trouble. The headache, dizziness, and cold sweat that he was experiencing told
him that, but he could do nothing but keep moving.
“Just a bit further,” he told himself.
He figured if he could just make it back to his house, he would be able to send
word to his remaining friends that he needed help. That was what he was hoping,
anyways. He wasn’t even sure of who would come, since the latest incident he
was involved in resulted in his Godfather and best friend dead, with one of his
other best friends permanently injured. God, he needed to stop that train of
thought right there, he simply couldn’t think of Ron or Hermione, and
especially not Sirius. Not now.
It was funny, with him being in Slytherin, you would think he would have hated
Gryffindor’s on principle. But something about Hermione’s know-it-all attitude,
and Ron’s inability to stop eating attracted him, and by his second year at
school, he had a solid friendship with them. Now… Now Ron and Sirius were dead,
and Hermione was most likely never going to recover.  He couldn’t help the
tears that started flowing down his face at the thought of them, the tears that
threatened to overcome his body and cause painful sobs that he wouldn’t be able
to stop. But there was a time and place for that, and if he didn’t get help
soon, it wouldn’t matter that they died to save him, because he would be
joining them soon.
It was with one of the greatest efforts of his life that he pulled himself
together, and continued towards his home.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                   Chapter 1
 
Harry Potter was NOT looking forward to going back to the Dursley’s. He hated
them, he hated their stupid house, and he hated the stupid summer. This year
was definitely going to be the worst. You see, during the school year, Harry
had been lured into a trap set by Voldemort, a trap that lead to the death of 2
of the people closest to him, and left another of his friends in a coma, one
from which anyone doubted she would ever wake.
No, Harry was definitely not looking forward to going “home” to the Dursley’s.
The last thing he wanted was to have an abundance of time on his hands to think
about everything that he had done wrong, and everything he wished he could go
back and change. And so, when Harry made his way off the train, it was with
great reluctance. Harry slowly picked his way through the crowd, trunk and bird
cage in tow, looking for the people he least wanted to see. Unfortunately, his
eyes landed all too soon on his Uncle Vernon, who had for some reason, chosen
to come and get him by himself. As Harry made his way over to him, his Uncle’s
great, beady eyes locked on Harry in a way that made his skin prickle with
discomfort.
“Boy!” His Uncle said, as soon as Harry was within hearing distance.
“Hello, Uncle Vernon,” Harry replied, keeping his tone as neutral as possible.
“Don’t ‘Hello’ me with that tone of voice, boy. You damn well better show me
the respect I deserve,” His uncle snarled, turning slightly purple with rage.
 Well, he tried to keep his tone neutral. Guess that’s hard to do when all you
can think about is the ride home sitting next to someone who wished you dead.
“I got a letter, boy,” his uncle said, voice low and deadly, dripping with
something that made Harry’s skin crawl. “It was from those freaks that you love
so much. Professor Dumbledore. He informed me of the… unfortunate passing of
your Godfather.” Uncle Vernon finished with a sound of delight in his voice,
but said no more. Leaving his statement at that, he spun around on his heel,
and started walking towards the lot. 
Oh no, Harry was definitely not looking forward to this summer.
The car ride home was silent, save for Uncle Vernon talking very quietly to
himself, something Harry had only heard him do when he nearly lost his mind
trying to outrun very persistent owls, just weeks before Harry’s 11th birthday.
When they arrived back at home, Uncle Vernon did nothing but glance at Harry
once more, muttered something under his breath, and retreated inside. Harry sat
there and tried to get his emotions under control while he had some peace,
before getting out of the car and retrieving his trunk and empty owl cage.
After making the short walk from the car into the house, Harry quickly made his
way up the stairs, hoping to avoid his relatives for as long as possible.
Thankfully, no one tried to stop him, and he made it to the safety of his room
without any interruption.  After taking a look around his small room, Harry
left his trunk by the door, moved the cage to its spot on his desk, and threw
himself down on his bed. Something as menial as taking the train home and
riding in the car to house shouldn’t have left him this tired, but all he could
think about was sleeping. So, with that thought, Harry rolled over and drifted
off into oblivion.
It started off the same as usual, Harry watching Hermione get hit by some
mysterious curse that made his nerves tingle, fighting side by side with
Neville while trying to find a way out. Eventually meeting up with Ron, Luna,
and Ginny, only to end up seeing Ron get hit in the back by the killing curse,
the remnants of his laughter still etched in his forehead, eyes hauntingly
empty, his lips slightly parted as he tried to say his last word, just before
he hit the ground. The dream continued to Neville and himself dragging Hermione
through the Department of Mysteries followed by a sobbing Ginny and a very
sober Luna. He had no idea the direction they were going, just that they needed
to go. When they made it back to the brain room, they were engaged by no less
than 5 Death Eaters, which is when Harry saw his opening, and took off running
towards the door the Death Eaters themselves had come through, making sure they
saw he had the prophecy.
Noticing as he ran through the door that he was back in the room with the veil,
he ran to the dais and climbed onto it. The Death Eaters that were in pursuit
all stopped to look at him, wands pointed directly at him. One of the Death
Eaters stepped forward, and pulled off their mask.
“Potter, you are such a foolish boy. You WILL hand over the prophecy, or we
will kill him!” sneered Lucius Malfoy.
 That was when Harry noticed that the biggest Death Eater held a gagged Neville
closely to his chest. Feeling nothing but hopelessness, Harry held his hand out
for Malfoy to take the prophecy from him, when suddenly, the doors all around
them were blasted opened, followed by the people he most wanted to see: Sirius,
Lupin, Tonks, Moody, and Kingsley. In the moment of chaos caused by the
arriving Order members, Harry took his chance to dive off the dais, where he
managed to catch a glimpse of Neville crawling along the floor. Dodging spells
as he went, he made his way over to him.
“Neville?! Are you alright?” Harry asked, panicked.
Neville, having managed to get the gag out of his mouth, answered, “Yes, Harry,
I’m alright.”
At that moment, there was an explosion on the wall above them, showering them
with huge pieces of falling stone. One of the pieces, Harry saw, hit Neville in
the head hard enough to knock him out cold. Malfoy seemed to notice that Harry
and Neville were otherwise occupied, and took his chance to aim a curse at
them. Fortunately, Lupin seemingly appeared out of thin air, and deflected the
curse.
“Harry! Take the prophecy, round up the others, and GO!” Lupin shouted.
As Harry stood there, trying to decide whether or not he should follow the
order, he caught movement in the corner of his eye, and saw a furious
Dumbledore sweeping down the stairs toward the fray. All thought of following
Lupin’s orders went out the window, and Harry could do nothing but watch in awe
as Dumbledore easily ended the fighting all around the room, making it look
effortless as he went along. Only Sirius and Bellatrix were left fighting, and
Harry could plainly hear Sirius taunting Bellatrix as if their duel was
something they did every day. That was when it happened. Sirius had
miscalculated one of Bellatrix’s spells and the jet of green light hit him
square in the chest…
Harry woke up, screaming and covered in a cold sweat, tears streaming down his
face.
No, this summer was definitely not something he was looking forward to.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter by DracoXHarry
Chapter Notes
     This chapter has potential triggers. You have been warned.
The next two weeks continued at about the same pace for Harry. When he wasn’t
having the reoccurring nightmare featuring the deaths and injuries to the
people closest to him, he was locked in his room and practically forgotten
about until mealtimes, when he would get random bits of food and water pressed
into his room via cat flap. It was on such a day, when Harry was getting one of
his “meals,” that a manila envelope followed the food.
“Aunt Petunia? What is this?” Harry asked, sounding confused.
“I’ve no idea, Harry. It came in the mail a few days ago, but your uncle
refused to let you have it. You will read it, and hide it. If he finds it, I
will deny ever giving it to you.” Aunt Petunia said, sounding a little snippy.
Harry waited until he heard her retreating from his door before he opened the
large envelope. What he saw made his heart stop. It was a letter from his
mother, followed by some official looking documents with numbers and addresses
on them. Could this even be possible? How? Why? Why now? He fumbled his way
back to his bed and sat down to read the letter that couldn’t possibly exist,
carefully placing the other documents on the bed beside him.
                                                                1 October, 1981
 
                Dear Harry,
I’m so sorry that you have to read this, as it means that your father and I are
no longer with you. It also means that you are in the last place I ever wanted
you to end up, and I can only hope that they are taking proper care of you,
though knowing my sister’s husband, I highly doubt that. I hope that you’ll
forgive us, one day, for sending you there. It was the only option, Harry, as
I’m sure by now you’ve heard about the blood protection offered to you by
living with my sister. I will not go into specifics, but as long as you can
call that place home, the protection will extend to you. You must not leave
there until you are 17.
With that being said, your father and I have arranged a number of properties
for you to choose from once you are ready to leave (I think you’ll quite like
the house in Somerset). I’m sure that you’ve had a chance to check your vaults
at Gringotts, and you’ve noticed we left you quite a bit of money. Your father
figured that would be enough to carry you through school and take care of
whatever you needed, so we set aside the rest in another vault that will become
yours once you turn 17. I wish we could do more for you, baby, but I have the
most horrible feeling that we aren’t going to make it through this war. While I
do obviously hope that we do, and get to see you grow up, we have done
everything in our power to ensure your continued survival in the event of our
deaths. We love you, very, very much, Harry. Never forget that.
With all of my love,
Lily
P.S. Should the need ever arise, where you’ve no one else to turn to, look for
a man named Severus Snape. You are able to trust him, and he will absolutely
help you. Show him this letter, if you must.
By the time he was finished reading, Harry had tears streaming down his face.
He quickly read through the letter, once, twice, three times. He couldn’t
believe it. His mother’s hand writing was… beautiful. And, though he was pretty
sure he was imagining it, he could swear it smelled of a sweet perfume. Harry
read the letter once again, this time not really taking in the words, just
looking at his mother’s writing. He had to have been dreaming; a quick and
angry pinch on his leg, which was sure to bruise, proved otherwise. Harry laid
his head back against the wall, closed his eyes, and took a deep, shuddering
breath.
When he got his emotions under control again, he read the last line of letter
once again. “Look for Severus Snape” his mother had said. It would be a cold
day in hell before he turned to his head of house ever again. Snape had failed
him last year, failed Harry when he needed him most, and so many people had
been hurt because of it. After carefully folding the letter back up and putting
it carefully back in the envelope, Harry picked up the other documents to take
a look at them. The first page was a list, in his mother’s writing, of about 6
different addresses, some of which were listed in the country, with 2 listed in
America. Did he really have this many properties? The last address was listed
in Somerset, which according to his mother, was the house he would enjoy.
The second group of papers was on official Gringotts letterhead. It listed just
how much money his parents had left him, and Harry had to read it twice to make
sure he hadn’t added a zero or two. It also listed all other items in the vault
that he would inherit when he turned 17, and it seemed to go on forever. It
appeared that this was everything that previous Potter’s had owned, and that,
Gods willing, he would someday own. Harry blanched at the thought of Uncle
Vernon finding out just how much money Harry truly had, and vowed that he would
never find out.
When he was done looking over the list, Harry put all the papers, including his
mother’s letter, back in the manila envelope, and stooped down to the floor to
pull open the floorboard under his bed. After making sure the package was
secure in there, Harry got up, walked to the door of his room, and retrieved
his food. A can of tuna and some crackers… Wonderful. But even with the dismal
lunch, Harry was feeling happier than he had since the incident at the
ministry, and he was determined to ride this high for as long as he could. If
only it could last…
---
Harry wasn’t sure when he fell asleep; only that it was very late when he woke.
It didn’t take him long to notice what it was that woke him up. Someone was
standing in the doorway, and they had hit the tray of food and water that was
sitting by the door, effectively knocking it over. Harry scrambled to get his
glasses on, and only calmed down a fraction when he had them on and saw who was
in the doorway.
“Uncle Vernon?” Harry asked tentatively.
“Keep your voice down, or you’ll regret it boy.” His uncle replied.
“What do you- What did I do wrong?” Harry said, hoping his voice wasn’t
trembling like the rest of him was.
“For too long, boy, you have failed to show me the respect I deserve. We
thought we could beat it into you growing up, but apparently, that wasn’t
enough. I couldn’t touch you when your Godfather was in the picture, but he’s
not here anymore, is he? Now you’re going to learn the hard way what happens
when you disrespect me.” Uncle Vernon nearly whispered, turning to close the
door as he spoke to Harry.
Harry was paralyzed. His brain seemed to stop working, and he could do nothing
but watch as his uncle turned the lock on the door handle, something Harry had
never bothered to use, because it was always locked from the outside. His
thoughts all came back in a rush as Uncle Vernon started to undo his belt, and
unbutton his pants.
“Uncle Vernon, please. I’m sorry for disrespecting y-“ Harry started, only to
be stopped when his uncle wrapped his meaty hand around his throat.
“One more word, boy, and I’ll be the last thing you ever see.” He said, still
using the hoarse whisper, causing Harry’s skin to crawl.
Harry was helpless to do anything, and he was pretty sure his uncle was
serious, so he only nodded. He would only have one chance to scream for help,
and he needed Vernon to think that he was about to let this happen. When his
uncle released his throat, Harry did nothing except lay there, hoping he would
see his resignation. This seemed to placate Vernon, who moved his hand from
Harry’s throat, down Harry’s chest, to his crotch, where he greedily rubbed his
hands over his groin. Harry could see his other hand in his pants, furiously
stroking himself, before his uncle had flipped him on to his stomach, and
roughly started pulling his pants down.
Harry knew his moment was coming, so he started breathing deeply, trying to get
as much breath into his lungs are he could, so that he could yell loud enough
to wake someone. He waited until Vernon took his hand off of his back, most
likely to get his pants completely off, when Harry knew this was it. He started
to make a sound, when suddenly; he had a brilliant thought, and decided less
than a second later that this would be more effective than trying to yell for
help. With all of his might, he swung his left foot back, and up, aiming for
what he hoped were his uncle’s balls. With a satisfying crunching sound, Harry
knew he had made contact with something, and that was all he needed.
When not a moment later Vernon was screaming with pain, Harry started moving.
By the time he was off his bed, he had his pants pulled up, ready for Vernon to
try something else. It seemed, however, that all his attacker could do was flop
around in pain. Giving a vindictive smile, Harry reached under his bed and
ripped the floorboard loose, grabbing the envelope containing his mother’s
letter, and documents pertaining to him. He quickly pulled out from underneath
the bed, grabbed his trunk and bird cage, and strode towards his door, which
blasted open of its own accord with little thought from Harry. In the hallway,
he was greeted by his deathly white aunt, and for a second, he reconsidered
what he was about to do.
Shaking his head to get rid of the guilt he was feeling because he was ignoring
his mother’s letter by leaving, he said, “Aunt Petunia… I have to go. I don’t
care what you do with that foul bastard, but I’m not staying here.” And with
that, he lightly pushed past Petunia, dragging his trunk and the cage loudly
behind him as he descended the stairs.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter by DracoXHarry
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for taking so long to get this out. Still not happy with it,
     but you be the judge! (if there are any spelling mistakes or serious
     violations of grammar, please point them out)
                                        
Harry knew that he should turn back, that he should trust that Aunt Petunia
would throw Vernon to the wolves. But part of him, his darker half, believed
that she would have done nothing to stop it, had she known it was happening. So
with that thought in his mind, Harry quickly walked the length of the street,
heading towards Magnolia Crescent, as he had just a few years before…
When he reached the wall at which he had previously been picked up by the
Knight Bus, he took a few moments to gather his thoughts. Was he really about
to disobey his mother’s final wishes and leave the protection offered by his
aunt? Did he really want to go back to a house where his uncle had tried to do
something so horrible and foul to him? Obviously, he knew the answer was no,
but it was still with hesitation that he dutifully stuck his arm out, and
waited for the deafening bang to announce the arrival of said bus.
Mere seconds later, the triple-decked, violently purple bus popped into
existence; this time, though, Harry didn’t give Stan, the conductor he’d dealt
with the last time, the chance to question him. After paying the Galleon fee
that it would cost to get him from Surrey to Somerset, Harry quickly retreated
to the upper floor of the bus. He chose the bed nearest the stairs, and had
barely stuffed his trunk under the bed before the bus shot forward, nearly
crushing his legs in the oncoming torrent of beds. He quickly jumped on the bed
and leaned his head back on the pillows, silently praying that it wouldn’t take
long to get there.
Harry must have fell into a light sleep, because the next thing he knew, Stan
was hovering over him, gently shaking him.
“Nearly there, ‘Arry.” Stan said happily when Harry finally opened his eyes.
A nod of confirmation was all Harry gave, and quickly sat up, rubbing the sleep
from his eyes as he did so. After a sharp turn sent a bed cascading into his,
Harry decided to wait for the bus to come to a banging stop before he even
thought about trying to retrieve his trunk, and instead allowed his mind to
wander.
Harry was starting to grow worried the longer he thought about what he was
doing. He was running away from the one place in the world where Voldemort
couldn’t get to him, and not only that, but he was heading to a place that had
most likely been abandoned for 15, nearly 16, years; a place he had only just
found out about earlier that day. He was mental, and he knew it. He was
starting to second-guess his decision, and was about to yell down to Stan to
just take him back, when the bus came to a sudden stop, nearly tossing Harry
from the bed.
“Well, I guess that takes care of that.” Harry thought to himself.
Honestly, if the place turned out to be run down, he could just take the Knight
Bus back to his aunt and uncles, couldn’t he? He would take a look around and
make his decision then. Harry quickly bent down to grab his trunk, grabbed
Hedwig’s cage, and made his way down the stairs to the first floor of the bus.
“Thanks Stan, Ernie.” Harry said, nodding his head to driver as he left the
bus.
“Bye, Harry. Good luck!” Stan replied with his good-natured attitude.
Harry took a sweeping look over his shoulder as the bus sped out of sight,
wishing for a split second that he had stayed on and gone back to Privet Drive.
As he stood there looking at where the bus disappeared, Harry noticed the smell
of what he assumed was country-side England, which smelled of farms, and
flowers, and unless he was mistaken, freshly mown grass.
Harry truly looked around at his surroundings for the first time, and noticed
that he had been dropped off on a rather tight street, right in front of some
rather impressive looking gates. He looked to the left and to the right, but
all he could see was a mossy covered wall, maybe 5-6 feet tall, with huge,
dense Alder trees thickly placed behind the wall, making it impossible to see
what was behind them. He turned around and noted that there was nothing behind
him, save for the solitary road he came in on, and huge open fields, which were
occasionally dotted with more trees.
“Well, at least I’ll have some privacy here.” Harry thought, trying to keep his
reservations about what he was doing in the back of his mind. 
With a deep breath that he let slowly hiss out, Harry walked up to the gates
and reached a hand out to try and open them. The gates, seemingly having a mind
of their own, started opening the minute he raised his hand up. Shaking his
head, Harry started walking down the tree lined drive, wondering how far off
the house was. As he walked, he cast a Lumos so that he could avoid tripping
over a pothole or other unseen hazard.
Harry was able to catch glimpses of a large building through the trees as he
made his way along the long driveway, and after a few minutes of walking more,
he had arrived at a large parking area in front of the house. If ‘house’ could
be used to describe what he was looking at. ‘Manor’ was the first thing that
came to mind, actually.
“Oh, Gods, what is this place?” Harry said aloud, his amazement getting the
better of him.
The voice that spoke from next to him just seconds later did not cause him to
almost drop his wand, and it most certainly DID NOT cause him to scream like a
girl, thank you very much.
“Master Harry... That is the Manor of your ancestors, Potter Manor, sir.” Said
a house-elf, who proceeded to sink into a low bow when Harry had turned his
wand toward the elf.
“Bleeding hell, who are you?” Harry asked, heart beating quickly.
“I am Meemy, Master Harry, sir,” Meemy replied, once again sinking into a low
bow, “I have been here since as long as I can remember. I come from a long line
of house-elves who have served the Potter family for many generations.”
 “How long were you next to me, then?”  Harry said, asking the first thing that
came to mind, trying to wrap his head around the fact that he owned a manor.
“Since Master Harry’s arrival, of course. It would be amiss for a house-elf to
not provide any assistance Master might need.” Meemy said, a look of slight
indignation crossing her face.
“Right, well, that’s all fine and good, but can you please let me know when you
are there. I nearly stunned you!” Harry said, finally relaxing the grip on his
wand and turning to look back at the ‘house’.
“As Master wishes, of course.” Meemy said, sinking into yet another bow, a
slight smirk marring her features.
From what he could see in the moonlight, Harry was looking up at a 2 story
manor. He wanted to explore the grounds, but he was honestly dead tired. He
would wait until the morning and see what they had to offer when he could
properly see.
“Meemy, would you mind showing me to an available room? I’d very much like to
get some sleep. And I’m sure that I woke you with my arrival. What time is it,
anyways?” Harry asked.
“Just after 2 in the morning, Master Harry.” Meemy replied.
Harry gave a great yawn that was cut short by Meemy grabbing his hand and
pulling him into the house. Harry tried to protest that he had left his trunk,
but when he turned to look, he noticed it was gone.
“I’ve already sent it to your room, Master Harry.” Meemy said, knowingly
interpreting what Harry had been about to say.
Harry looked around the long hallway as Meemy brought him into the Manor,
catching sight of what appeared to be a study, followed by a dining room to his
left, before Meemy turned right and swept him up a set of stairs. They ended up
on a galleried landing, with doors seeming to go in every direction. Meemy
brought Harry almost directly across the landing, and opened the door into a
large room.
The first thing Harry saw was straight across the room. It was a large 4 poster
bed with a beautiful white canopy, beside which stood two nightstands that
Harry walked over to inspect. He went to the nightstand on the right, which
upon closer examination, Harry noticed had a picture of him and his mother on
it, where he couldn’t have been more than a couple months old. Harry picked the
picture up and sank down on the bed, noticing as he did that Meemy was quietly
leaving.
“Good night, Meemy.” Harry said, noticing her nod once as she left.
Harry looked back down at the picture. He knew Lily was beautiful, but he had
never seen a picture of her where she looked so carefree and relaxed. He leaned
back on to the pillows, held the picture close, and closed his eyes.
Tonight, he wouldn’t have nightmares. Tonight, he would be comforted by the
thoughts of his parents.
--
Harry awoke some hours later; light shining wonderfully through the windows on
the left side of the room. Harry slowly sat up and noticed that Meemy had
obviously come back in the room at some hour of the night and covered him up,
moving the picture back to its place on the nightstand beside him. Harry sat
up, stretching his arms high above his head, feeling more rested than he had
since the incident at the ministry. As he stretched, he took a moment to see
how the room had been setup.
He noted that the room itself was painted in a deep red, maybe merlot or
currant? There were two chairs sitting next to a large window to the left of
the room, which Harry assumed overlooked part of the grounds. Continuing along
the left wall led his eyes to a door, a few feet from the door that Meemy had
brought him through the night before. He continued to skim his eyes around the
room, seeing that to the right of the room, there was a fireplace, with a
loveseat and comfortable looking armchair, both set in shades of deep red,
sitting directly in front of it. Further to the right of the room was another
door, which led to who knew where. As he was sitting there looking around,
Harry’s bladder made itself uncomfortably known, and he needed to know where
the bathroom was.
“Meemy?” Harry called out.
*Pop*
“Yes, Master Harry?” Meemy replied.
“Would you mind telling me where things are around here? I need the loo.” Harry
said, squirming slightly.
“Of course, Master Harry. If Master is wishing, he could use either door to
relieve himself. Master James and Misses Lily had separate bathrooms and
dressing rooms. Would you like to use Master James’?” Meemy questioned.
Harry nodded.
“That would be this one.” Meemy said, opening the door that Harry had first
seen. “Will Master be needing anything else?”
“No, Meemy, thank you. Breakfast in a while, perhaps?” Harry asked.
“Of course, Master Harry. It’ll be ready whenever you are.” Meemy responded,
disappearing with a loud crack.
Harry quickly bounded off the bed, heading for the loo. He stopped short when
he walked into his father’s closet, noticing that it smelled faintly of dark,
musky patchouli. He inhaled the slightly intoxicating scent for a moment before
pressing through the wardrobe, locating the bathroom directly through the next
door. He looked around, stunned at the massive bathroom. He observed the huge,
detached bathtub, and a stone-tiled shower that could easily fit 6 people. The
bathroom was set in a sharp white color, with ebony cabinets, and beautiful,
grey ceramic tiles on the floor. Harry stood looking for a moment, stunned by
how well designed it was.
After another sharp remind from his bladder, Harry located the toilet, which
was sat at the end of a sizable single sink vanity. Quickly relieving himself,
Harry washed up and headed back through the closet into the room in search of
his trunk. He needed a good wash before he took on the day, and he would be
damned if he wasn’t going to take advantage of that shower. After locating and
extracting his clothes, he made his way back into the bathroom, turning the tap
of the shower to hot before stripping out of clothes. Being naked suddenly
reminded him of why he was there in the first place, and he viciously kicked
his pants across the floor.
“Meemy?” Harry called, wrapping a towel around his waist.
*pop*
“Yes, Master Harry?” Meemy queried.
“I never want to see these clothes again, please. Vanish them, burn them, I
don’t care.” Harry said turning his back to the elf as he did so. He couldn’t
bring himself to look her in the face, knowing he was weak for not doing it
himself, but Meemy didn’t ask questions.
A few seconds passed before he heard the loud crack, signaling her departure
from the bathroom.
With a sigh, Harry turned around and swept the room with his eyes, making sure
she had gotten everything.
“Of course she did, idiot.” Harry said, chastising himself.
Stripping the towel off and throwing it on the counter, Harry turned back
around to step into the shower, which was billowing steamy clouds, practically
begging him to enter.  He stepped into the glorious stream of water, and
immediately felt the tension he didn’t know he was holding in his shoulders
start to flow out of him. He let the water wash over him for a few minutes,
trying to calm his mind as he did so. He didn’t want to replay the memory of
last night, knowing full well that he would break down if he did so.
When he was sure he had his memory and emotions under control, he stepped out
of the spray of water. Reaching for the bottle of soap sitting on the ledge, he
poured some into his hand and started scrubbing his body, beginning with his
hair, slowly making his way down until he reached his feet. When he was
satisfactorily clean, he stepped under the water again and finished his shower.
He dried off quickly, hardly bothering to dry his messy hair, and pulled his
clothes on. Confident that he was presentable now, he left the bathroom and
exited the closet, intent on exploring the rest of the manor.  He took a moment
to stop by the 2 chairs placed by the window and saw for the first time the
full glory of the grounds.
It was acre after acre of gorgeous, sloping, green land. It appeared that just
a few hundred yards from the house was a beautiful lake, being slow fed by a
stream, with great, giant trees planted all around it. There were smaller
buildings placed all around the property, and he was dying to know what
everything was.
“Meemy!” Harry exclaimed.
“Yes, sir?” Meemy asked curiously.
“Can you tell me about the grounds? Better yet, can you tell me about
everything? It’s absolutely beautiful here!” Harry said excitedly.
Meemy broke out into a wide grin and said, “Of course, Master Harry. Perhaps
Meemy should start with the Potter Manor?”
“Of course!” Harry replied.
“Potter Manor is set on nearly 80 acres of land. It has two stories, ten
bedrooms, eight bathrooms, five reception rooms, a garden, lake, and many out
buildings. There is a stable courtyard, where you will find a coach house,
stables, and garage. There is a former vineyard that fell out of use many years
ago, but Meemy would love to help Master Harry make it work again. There are
two other buildings on the grounds, sir, a cottage and a lodge. Master should
be able to see a bit of the cottage just past the lake. There are two bedrooms
there, and it is where Master James and Misses Lily spent their honeymoon.”
Meemy seamlessly listed off, pausing only to take a breath.
Harry was once again shocked. He couldn’t believe this was his now.
“Master Harry passed the lodge on his arrival last night. It is near the main
gate, but is hidden by many trees. Meemy does not think Master saw it, since it
is nearly impossible to see in the dark. The lodge has three bedrooms, sir.”
Meemy finished.
“You take care of all this by yourself, Meemy?” Harry asked, surprised.
“Meemy is only one of three house elves here, Master Harry. Would Master like
to meet the others?” Meemy asked.
“Yes, yes, of course.” Harry said, bemused.
“Dizzy! Nipsy!” Meemy barked out.
*Pop* *Pop*
Harry was greeted with two deep bows, before the house elves introduced
themselves.
“Dizzy is so happy to meet you, Master Harry!” Dizzy declared, bouncing
slightly.
“Nipsy is equally happy.” Nipsy squeaked out.
“I’m truly glad to meet you two, as well. I am actually quite happy to be
here.” Harry said, small smile breaking across his face. Harry was slightly
perturbed, however. They all looked strikingly similar.
“Please, go back to whatever you were doing. I will only need Meemy for a
moment longer.” Harry said.
With two more respectful bows, Dizzy and Nipsy disapparated.
“Meemy… Are you guys related?” Harry questioned sheepishly, rubbing the back of
his neck.
“Yes, Master Harry. We are siblings. Meemy is being the oldest, followed by
Dizzy and Nipsy. We took care of your parents. You remind Meemy so much of
Misses Lily.” Meemy said a little sadly.
Smiling softly, Harry said, “Thanks Meemy. You are free to go back to whatever
you were doing. I’ll call you if I need anything.”
*Crack*
 
 
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