Authors Note:

Just clarifying some things that people might have missed so far. When Ragnok saw Harry, he decided to channel the Earth's magic through himself to heal Harry. He did not want to wait for a healer.

I agree with JKR for all of the Horcruxes but Instead of the ring of Slytherin being the Gaunt House Horcrux, My story has the Peverell ring of resurrection in its place, allowing Harry to accept that title in Gringotts by the ring being there. Thank you to Soulless Creature for pointing this out.

Sorry if you don't like my description of potter manor but I'm going to try to describe it over a few chapters with a basic look this chapter.

Enjoy!


Chapter 4 ~ Welcome To Potter Manor

They arrived on top of a Potter Crest, which was somehow floating just above the crushed gravel they stood upon, looking up in awe as they saw the front of Potter Manor.

Before them was not just a house or a mansion. It was indescribable. Griphook had never seen as large a place, and He had travelled the world. 'I wonder if there are enlargement charms on the inside rooms?' thought Griphook. He knew Harry would know how large the place truly was. The wards had seen to that. Looking at Harry, Griphook was intrigued. Harry was smiling from ear-to-ear. But Why?

Harry Potter had two thoughts in his mind at that moment. 'I love Magic' and 'Wow!'. He, like Griphook, had never even dreamt anything could be so large. But unlike Griphook, Harry knew the exact details of it all.

Potter Manor was ecstatic that its master had returned. The House-Elves weren't that good at keeping her company after decades of being alone with her. She sent power to the wards, making them send an even more accurate overview to Harry's mind.

'Woah...what's happening? Oh...oh my god! This place is huge! Hmm...Bigger than Buckingham palace...Gardens larger than Hogwarts...What's Hogwarts? Oh damn, Must be some magic thingo...I'll ask Griphook.' As Harry Left His mind, he felt Griphook calm down at the sight of a responsive Harry.

"Harry...Harry?"

"Duke Harry James Potter-Merlin-Gryffindor-Hufflepuff-Slytherin-Ravenclaw-Peverell?"

"Woah Griphook. Get a Grip...Ok, forget that. What did you worry about?"

"I was calling your name for 10 minutes and you weren't responding, just staring at the manor. I was about to use my emergency portkey to take us to Gringotts, but I thought I should wait just a moment more."

"Well I didn't know. I'm Sorry, Friend. I wasn't sure what was happening but I felt stuff coming into my mind and when I wondered what it was I was completely drowned out by how big this place is."

"No need to be sorry Harry. That would be the wards. They must have sensed your wonderment and sent an overview to you."

"The wards?" queried Harry. His rings had already given him some knowledge but other things were left out so he had something to learn.

"Wards are a type of magical protection which can prevent wizard transportation, muggles and certain types of magic. These here are the oldest in Britain if not the world."

"How is that possible?"

"I don't really know it all but our Goblin King has had his position passed down since the dawn of the Goblin Nation, many years back, before Merlin. He inherits the knowledge and important memories of his predecessors when they die, or in his case he gets all of his ancestor's knowledge. "

"How...?"

Cutting Harry of and in a loud voice, Griphook continued. "Harry, I'm not finished. It is by some magic that the goblin king's family and his clan inherit memories and experiences like that. I have no idea how it works. I worked closely with ward-makers when I was watching over you, making sure no dark wizard could get to you. I learnt then, from the Goblin King's grandson, that Potter Manor was the first place in the world to have wards, being that your ancestor Merlin created them. The manor used to be Merlin Manor until the Peverell heir changed his name to potter to hide his invisibility cloak."

"So not only am I rich, famous and young, but my ancestors were famous too?"

"Yes Harry, they were. Now I do believe we should go inside before the house-elves get worried. I've heard they have a hell of a temper when something happens to their master"

"I thought you liked it out here?"

"Harry. If a goblin ever has the choice, they will choose an enclosed space. It's in our nature."

As Harry and Griphook walked to the entrance, the windows of the manor lit up brightly. Surprising both of them, eleven cracks alerted them to the presence of house elves. There were ten in silver uniforms and a slightly taller elf in a gold suit. They moved to the sides of the front door, creating an honour guard for their master. There were five on each side with the golden leader waiting for them by the front door.

"Master Harry James Potter-Merlin-Gryffindor-Hufflepuff-Slytherin-Ravenclaw-Peverell, It is an honour to meet you. We have been caring for the Potter family for many generations and have been awaiting an heir to return here."

"Please, just call me Harry. I may be a lord but I just want you to be friends with me, I've only got Griphook and Ragnok for now..." a sombre Harry said.

"We would be honoured to be your friends...Harry, "said the leader.

"Thank you so much! Umm...but what are your names?"

"I am Joseph," iterated the head elf," and these are the ten elves of Potter who I lead. There are only eleven Potter elves and I lead them in their work on all of the Potter properties, which can be somewhat draining when all are occupied simultaneously."

"Joseph, pleased to meet you," said harry as he extended his hand to shake with the elf," but you didn't tell me the names of the other elves."

"So sorry Harry, These are Robert, Jessica, Lucas, Emily, Samuel, Mariah, Daniel, Clarissa, Nigel and Amanda," pronounced Joseph in his perfect English.

Griphook decided to ask some questions," How do you speak the human tongue so well Joseph? And why do you have that gleam of expectancy in your eye?"

"Mister...?"

"Griphook," offered harry.

"Mister Griphook, I was brought up by Morgan Potter to speak properly and be his equal unlike many modern house-elves, we all speak proper English. The twinkle you are seeing is pride. Our Lord has finally returned home, and we have already gotten retribution on his tormentor."

Joseph's words were icy yet bold in the minds of Harry and Griphook.

"What retribution? And which tormentor?" asked a worried goblin.

"One Vernon Dursley of 4 Privet Drive, a whale of a man who we know was beating our Lord to a pulp since he could walk."

"What exactly did you do to my uncle?" asked Harry.

"All of the potter elves apparated into Privet drive once you were gone. The magic Albus Dumbledore had cast to stop us from coming to you sooner was weak and The magic of Potter Manor broke the spell, hence we were able to enter while no wizard could. We told him what we were going to do to him before we broke his mind, making him insane. It was better than he deserved and now his family will be able to have a proper life without that bad influence. We are sorry if this is not what you wanted, Harry,"

As Harry Ran towards Joseph, nobody present could tell what he was going to do until he crashed into Joseph, hugging him fiercely and sobbing "Thank you Jo, Thank you," into his suit. All present were touched and everybody had 'something in their eye' at that moment.

"Harry, I think we have spent enough time out here with introductions," murmured an unstable Joseph. No-one had ever been that emotional about his actions and thanked him so nicely.

"Th-thanks Joseph. Can you guys lead me and Griphook in and get us some food please? We're starving and dead-tired too," yawned Harry.

As they walked through the Oak Doors, Harry noticed tiny runes scratched into the doorframe. Looking at Griphook he saw the goblin mouth the words "magical protection." As they followed Joseph, only Griphook noticed the others disappear, 'probably to cook for them or change the accommodation' he surmised.

"Harry, we are honoured to have you here and have had a room set up for you since you were born and have been updating it to keep up with your age. Since your parents passed on we have moved that room into the master bedroom as you are the last scion of the most Ancient and Noble house of Potter. Your friend Mr Griphook can sleep next to it in the guest room. We had always assumed that you would have an escort when you first came here. We will just shrink the furniture down in his room while you are eating dinner."

Entering the dining room, they both were flabbergasted. Laid out on the table before them was a feast, even bigger than what the Dursleys would normally eat for a whole day. There were three types of meat which harry could tell were beef, chicken and lamb as well as vegetables that Harry had never even knew existed. The plates and cutlery were all silver with what Joseph said had "anti-dirt charms, anti-theft charms and self-cleaning charms," all over them. Then Harry noticed it, an engraved version of the potter crest in everything, knives, plates, goblets, even the napkins bore it. Harry had never had such a sense of belonging in his life before today. So much had happened during those last twelve hours. He would never have to return to the Dursleys.

Griphook was tearing into the rare-cooked meat he had requested. There was no better feeling than to have a lesser creature's lifeblood going into your belly, or so he thought at that moment. Suddenly, Harry rose and Griphook finished quickly.

"I'm really tired, how about you?"

"Yes Harry, I am too. You should call Joseph so he can show us our rooms."

"Joseph," muttered Harry, and the gold-wearing elf appeared.

"I believe you wish to go to your rooms?"

"Yes thanks Joseph," said Harry for another time that night.

As they walked from the room, Harry thought it was his favourite room of the manor, until he heard about how many books the library had.

"Those doors lead to the library where you can research many topics; we have the largest collection of magical books in the world here, some dating back to the time of Merlin. Now up these stairs and to the right is the portrait Gallery, where a portrait of every married and unmarried Potter is hanging, except for you that is. Now further down here, this is the swimming pool, you will want to spend some time exploring the wonderment of this as it was created by long-forgotten magic, which can probably be found in the Library. Now up this last staircase are the living quarters of residents. We elves live in our own wing of the manor and I can safely say we are happy there and are extremely comfortable. After walking up the stairs, Harry noticed that the corridor was at least the width of a football pitch, with name-engraved double doors every five metres.

The first door they came to had two handles, one lower than the other. The nameplate read 'Griphook Atchsnegg' and as Griphook looked in, everything was in perfect proportion to him. The bed came up just to his knees and there even seemed to be a weapons rack installed for him to undress his weapons onto.

"Do you also wish to see Harry's room Griphook?"

"If it wouldn't be a problem, Joseph," uttered Griphook politely.

Walking across the corridor, they came to a set of double doors with two handles on it; Joseph explained that Griphook might need to enter the room at some point in the future, which they all agreed was a good point. The nameplate did not surprise anyone but Harry. It was a room for him! Not a cupboard, but a room...and a manor! The nameplate read Harry.

Entering, it was slightly larger than Griphook's with everything proportionate in size to Harry. The major difference was the colours. Where Griphook's had been Granite coloured walls, Harry's were Sky Blue with clouds slowly moving across them.

"It is an enchantment Harry, simple magic which we will teach you one day. There isn't actually a sky there, it's just meant to appear to be like that," told Joseph.

"Thank you for the offer. I'm going to take it up on the earliest opportunity, you know."

"That's what we are here for harry, to help you," said both non-humans, looking at each other as they spoke simultaneously.

"Goodnight," said Harry," Thanks again Jo, May your dreams be filled with dead enemies Griphook."

And with that, Harry shut the door and climbed into bed, leaving a slightly confused Joseph and Griphook standing in the hall, who decided it was late enough anyway to go to sleep.

Harry tried counting sheep to get to sleep, until something in his head said try counting quaffles. 'What are quaffles?' Harry asked himself. Suddenly, he was counting big brown leather balls which flew through a hoop as he counted them. He was asleep instantly.


Author's Note:

Thanks for reading, please leave a review any criticism helps also.

If you don't understand part of this, just pm me and I'll put an explanation at the start of the next chapter.

DaRoHa