-1Chapter 2:House of the Past

They arrived at a huge mansion. It was the biggest thing Harry had ever seen. "Coming Harry?" Olivia asked as she headed to the huge oak doors with fairies carved in them. Harry nodded and followed Olivia. The inside was bigger some how and Olivia headed down a hall. Harry followed and they ended up in a kitchen.

"What are those things?" Harry asked noticing strange elf-like creatures running around the kitchen. They were cooking cleaning and some were talking to Olivia.

"They are house-elves. They were 'fired' from their families." She answered as she bandaged one of them. He was smallish and in the dirtiest rags of a potato bag. He had huge tennis ball eyes. "They work here but may leave if they wish. They also are allowed to buy thing, take breaks and speak their minds." She finished and the house-elf bowed before disappearing.

"Who was that?"

"a house-elf of the Malfoy's. They are an okay family but their house-elves come to me

often for bandaging and talking. I have only been able to set one free."

"Free?"

"Yes, house-elves are bound to serve only one house and family until they are freed. They are freed by getting clothes."

"that is why they wear bags. Why are they still wearing bags?"

"It is their choice. I give them a set of regular clothes and a set of house-elf clothing." She beckoned from a young house-elf named Juliet to come over. "Juliet can you bring Harry to the guest room and then the dining room please."

"Juliet would be honored Madam Olivia." The house-elf said chipperly. Harry followed the house-elf up to a bedroom with gold-backed stellar wallpaper and a queen-sized canopy bed. "do you need anything else, Mr. Harry Potter?" Harry looked at the carved-wood dresser and matching desk. There was also a bookshelf and a bed-side table.

"Where does that lead?" Harry asked, pointing at the door near the window. The door was a bright cloud white and did not match the room. Then Harry screamed because he had noticed a moving portrait of a witch on the door. Olivia came bolting into the room.

"Are you okay? Is there a fire, an injure, what?" Olivia said quickly as she looked over Harry.

"How is the picture moving? Pictures are suppose to be able to move." Harry said braking into tears. Olivia hugged Harry and explained that the portrait was of a legendary witch and some pictures moved. Olivia removed the picture and put a muggle picture of which they call mermaids on the door. "better."

"yes, thank." Harry smiled at her. "Madam Maxime, who were those men?" Olivia sighed and beckoned Harry toward the bed.

"Harry, I am not suppose to be 'here.' I mean that, those men are people who are bounty hunters. I have had encounters with them before." Harry stared at her and hugged her. Olivia just stared at the boy for a moment before hugging him and kissing him on the forehead. Juliet walked into the room.

"Madam, dinner is ready. Juliet wishes to… to" Juliet was new and still had trouble asking certain things. Olivia smiled and looked at her as if to say 'you may continue.' "to help the Weasley boy. Juliet wishes to help Master Charlie."

"Of course you may." Olivia said happily. "I will send him a letter and help you get the right clothes tomorrow, okay." the house elf screamed with joy and hugged Olivia. If her eyes weren't so big, her smile would have engulfed her head. "now, Harry go wash your hands. Juliet can you show him to the dinning room please, and inform Wrinkles that he is not to wake Harry in the morning." Juliet nodded and Olivia left.

Harry came down the stairs shortly, he was in usual muggle clothes. Juliet showed him into a large room. It had a very long table with many chairs but only two places set at the back of the table. Olivia was at the head, where she sat calmly waiting for Harry in an ice-blue mid-evil dress.

"Harry, if you don't mind, I would like to start dinner." She said in a motherly way. Harry smiled as he walk to his seat and saw the food. "Thank you, Juliet." a few minutes after they had started eating, the seats around the table were filled. The Tennis ball-eyed creatures greeted Olivia, who returned their greeting happily. Harry was amazed at how many house elves sat with them.

After dinner, Harry and Olivia helped the house-elves, even with them not wanting it, clean-up. Olivia guided Harry into a large library, which Harry stared at in amazement. "Harry, this is a very special book." It was a huge old book that lay closed on a pedestal. It's dusty red binding looked like it would fall off and the Faded Gold letters read "Family History." "It is your Family history."

"Everyone, but it is so big."

"Well from your dad's dad's side anyway. I want to catch you up while you're here." Olivia had a huge smile on her face that reminded Harry of his cousin's. Not Dudley but his older cousin that had disappeared. "But for now, it is time for cake."

"Cake?" Harry hadn't remember any mention of cake. He did not notice himself being led back to the dinning room. On the table was a huge cake with the words 'Happy Birthday, Harry!' on it.

"Happy Birthday, Harry Potter." Harry only had half of his piece before he was full. The house-elves offered to put it in the huge freezer. Olivia agreed as she carried the near slumbering Harry up the stairs to his bedroom. After tucking him in She went through the bathroom and to her own bed. However, Harry soon fell into an unpleasant sleep.

a/n:Bumbumbum. Remember, this story gets a lot harsher.