"Mummy! Bradley stole my art book!" A young girl's voice shrieked through the manor. Harry groaned as he rolled over in bed. He hoped beyond hope for Violet and Bradley to get along just this once, so he could go back to sleep.
"She's lying! I never stole anything!" Bradley yelled back.
Harry gave up on sleep as his cousin's yelling echoed through the manor. He sat up, crawling out from under his blankets like a disgruntled cat. Eventually he managed to tiredly push himself out of bed, and made his way to the bathroom. He washed his face and brushed his messy raven black hair. After brushing his teeth, and washing his hands, he grabbed his glassed then got dressed. He wore jeans, with a black tank top under a red hoodie. As he left his room Riff, his personal house elf, handed the eleven year old his socks and shoes. Harry thanked the elf tiredly, closing his bedroom door before walking to the stairs. Harry made it to the railing and he ginned. He jumped up to the post, where he slipped on his socks, followed by his shoes.
"Hey, Riff? You still there?" Harry asked as he glanced down the railing. There were three flights of stairs, but the inner railing went from top to bottom, curving at the different floors before dropping down quickly to the floor below. Harry had requested his room be on the third floor for this very reason.
"Riff is here Young Master." The elf replied suddenly standing on the floor next to Harry.
Harry grinned, spinning around so his legs were on the inside of the inner railing.
"Remind me to pick up a Mind Arts book today, and I'll need to get my own Pensive from the Family Vault while we're out." Harry requested.
"It shall be done Young Master."
"Thanks Riff, you're the best." With that Harry sent himself spiraling down the railing. He leaned with the pull of gravity, as the railing guided him quickly to the second floor. Harry laughed as the turn propelled him faster onward. He gripped the railing tightly though the cloth of his sleeves. The fabric providing zero friction on the magically polished wood. He neared the first floor, and with an excited yelp, he jumped from the railing. Quickly pulling his right shoulder to his chest, he made it across the carpeted floor safely, using his forward momentum to rise out of his roll and onto his feet like a pro. The sound of multiple people applauding had Harry freezing mid cheer to turn around.
"Happy Birthday Harry!" His audience cheered. His Mum and Dad sat on the window seat, his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon on the loveseat with his cousin Violet between them. On the couch sat his uncle's Sirius and Remus with his cousin Bradley. Harry grinned sheepishly at them while running a hand through his hair in embarrassment. Recalling his dramatic entrance to the living room he grinned excitedly.
"I totally made that landing."
James, Remus and Sirius laughed leading the kids to the dining room with excited chatter.
"it's almost breakfast time." Lily Potter grinned to her sister. Petunia and Vernon both followed the witch to the dining room, Petunia and Lily falling behind with small smiles.
"While you go to Diagon, Violet, Bradley, Vernon and myself will be going to the Mundane mall. Bradley got into Smeltings and he'll need a nice suit." Petunia shared proudly. Lily giggled as they walked, which Petunia joined seconds later. The two sisters and Vernon walked into the dining room as playful banter passed between them.
"I'm glad we're not fighting anymore Tuney." Lily whispered.
"Me too, Lily. Me too." Petunia agreed.