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"Lucius is doing fine. I was surprised how laid back he was when I started getting to know him and Draco. Although you can definitely say he is a Slytherin through and through, he is not evil incarnate as I once thought he was. I wish at times that I had actually become friends with Draco earlier in my Hogwarts years, but I realize now that it would never have worked with Voldemort still around. Did you know the hat originally wanted to put me in Slytherin?" Harry asked Emaree.
Smiling at Harry, Emaree added some more cream to her tea before speaking. "That is definitely an interesting turn of events. Although from what I've learned from others as they have passed through it doesn't surprise me that you would be a potential Slytherin. It also doesn't surprise me, now that you have told me about your old friends, that you didn't get along well with most of the Gryfindors. Most of the time, even in peaceful times, Gryfindors do not get along with Slytherins and vice versa. It just isn't done, the personalities in both houses are too different. I agree with you in the respect that you definitely would have struggled through the war with Lucius and Draco by your side. Even at the slipperiest of times Lucius wouldn't have been able to completely pull off having you as an ally and enemy. Will you tell me more about Lucius and Draco? I was never around long enough to truly meet Draco Malfoy."
Laughing slightly at the thought of Draco, Harry stood up and stretched his muscles before looking around the room and examining the kitchen where he had been sitting. It was not small by any means, and although it was homey it did not hold the same warmth that the Weasley's kitchen had contained.
"Where to begin with Draco… now that is a very broad question. I would have to say that for the first five years I knew him we were the worst of enemies, only rivaling the relationship between Voldemort and I. He was, and still is, bold, arrogant, proud, and a total jerk at times, but in the end I realized that he didn't want me for my title like everyone else did. Not to say he didn't see anything but my name at first, but once we actually talked about the reasons for our hatred they seemed so insignificant. In the end I guess I realized that he was the perfect compliment to myself in a friend." Looking at Emaree, Harry realized how tired he felt from his trip to the plane. "Grandmother, do you mind if I lay down for a bit? The journey here must have taken more out of me than I thought." Harry asked lightly.
Emaree smiled up at Harry from her seat and stood, ready to direct Harry in the direction of a comfortable bed. "Of course, dear, this way. I'll take you to the room where you will be staying." Leading Harry up the set of grand stairs in the front entry, Emaree directed Harry down a corridor to the right, and then down another to the left. The room they entered was by no means small, with a queen-size four-poster bed and a set of chest drawers, with a desk and bookshelf.
"This is where you'll be staying while you are here, try and get some rest. And don't worry about when you need to wake up. When you a fully rested, I am sure you will be able to find your way back downstairs. There is a manor map inside that desk." Closing the drapes along the wall and making sure there was enough light to see, Emaree helped Harry get into the bed and pulled the covers over his body. "Sleep well, Harry," Emaree whispered before placing light kiss on his forehead and extinguishing the light.
As Emaree made her way back down the stairs, she heard the front door open and the sound of familiar voices calling her name. Smiling at the people standing in the entryway, she greeted them and waved them all into the kitchen.
"I have some news for everyone." Emaree said, calmly looking at her son, his wife, and one Sirius Black. "Its seems as though for a short time we will be having a guest. A guest that none of us should ever have met again." Noticing the dawning of the person's identity cross Sirius's, face Emaree nodded at him, confirming his suspicions.
"You are correct in assuming that it is Harry who is asleep upstairs, Sirius, and although I know you would all like to see him, we must discuss how he will be leaving this world. I am sure all three of you might remember in your 5th year at Hogwarts. James' cousin Fredrick Potter had transferred from another private wizarding school in Scotland to attend Hogwarts for his final year. As it was not uncommon in those days for Hogwarts to receive transfer students, no true questions were asked about James' cousin. It would seem that we are the missing link in the puzzle." She explained, placing a teapot on the stove to warm.
"Although I believe fate is playing a cruel joke in allowing Harry to visit this plane first, it is necessary for him to gain closure from all of us. That way when he meets us again it is not such a shock." Hearing the teapot sing, Emaree picked it up and conjured some tea cups for all the occupants of the table.
Accepting the cup from his mother and still keeping his hand wrapped in Lily's, James looked somber and asked the question on everyone's mind. "How much time do we have before this event takes place?"
"I am not sure, James, but probably one to two days at the most. Since he is not truly meant to be here, the effects of residing in this world will begin to affect his health, and eventually end his life, should he stay too long. I believe that the date was just before the start of your 5th term in school when he arrived. That should leave a two day grace period before he will leave us." Emaree said, sipping her tea.
"Can I see him? I have missed him so much…" Lily asked, almost anxious to get away from the table.
"Of course you can, it would be best…" Emaree started but was interrupted by a small voice from the doorway of the kitchen.
"Mom? Dad? Sirius?" Harry asked, looking at the inhabitants of the table as though he wasn't sure if he was truly seeing them all sitting drinking tea like normal.
Standing up from the table, Lily rushed over to Harry, pulling him into her arms and starting to tear up with him in her arms. "Yes, Harry, we are all here now."
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